The Winchesters had asked you to do some shopping for them. You were always on the road with them. You wanted real food and none of the guys seemed to understand what that meant, so you went shopping. You had a bunch of bags in your hand.
You made your way to the motel room door. When you reached the door, you stopped to breathe and heard arguing. Three voices, but one wasn’t Cas’. It was obviously the Winchesters and someone else.
You entered silently and closed the door behind you. Now, you were standing in the tiny hallway that lead to the beds. The door was still closed, but you could hear them speak more clearly. After a while of eavesdropping, you identified the third voice as Balthazar.
“Oh the joy,” you muttered, sarcastically.
It’s not that you didn’t like Balthazar, but… Never mind. You didn’t like Balthazar. The way he could get on someone’s nerves just pissed you off so damn much, and he didn’t even have to try. He knew all the right buttons to push. And you could never fight him. He was always one step ahead. But you wanted to kill him.
You made your presence known by slamming the door and walking in. You walked passed Balthazar to the table. You placed the bags on it.
“Why is the dick here?” you asked.
“We need his help,” Sam sighed.
“Any luck?” you asked.
“He says he’ll do it. On one condition,” Dean said, looking at his brother.
You got nervous.
“What is it?” you asked.
“He’ll do it if you kiss him, Y/N,” Dean blurted out.
“What? Why me?” you asked, surprised.
“Because you’re a girl,” Balthazar spoke up.
“You sure you don’t go the other way. I mean, there are two dudes in the room,” you said.
You were fighting it off.
You knew that if you kissed Balthazar, it’s be another win for him. And you wouldn’t be able to get him back because he was too smart for it.
“I’m sure,” Balthazar said, dryly.
You groaned and looked at the Winchesters.
“Is it necessary?” you asked them.
They nodded.
“Alright, fine,” you said,gritting your teeth
You grabbed Balthazar by his shirt and gave him a quick peck.
“There,” you said.
“Oh, sweetheart, i’m going to need more than that,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around you waist.
He pulled you close and forced a kiss on you. he slid a hand down to your ass and grabbed it. you tried to pry him off of you, but he merely forced his tongue into your mouth.
When he finally let you go, you coughed. You weren’t about to admit you liked it. Balthazar slapped your ass. You glared at him.
“That wasn't so bad, was it?” he joked.
“Yes, actually. It was,” you replied.
You turned to walk into the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Dean asked.
“To brush my teeth with boiling water and clorox,” you said.
“That woman. I love her,” Balthazar said, disappearing.
You rolled your eyes. But you realized that you loved him, too.