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Dean hadn’t expected it. The sudden change in himself as Donna had swung the machete around and decapitated the vampire. She had looked over her shoulder afterwards, blood dotted across her pale face, and smiled at Dean. It had blown him away; it was in that very moment that she became a Hunter. He knew she would be able to learn how to handle herself and would be able to handle the lifestyle. He knew when he saw that smile, she would remain her true self. She would always be Donna. Sweet, gorgeous, funny, curvy, take-your-breath-away, captured ray of sunshine, Donna. Dean’s body had reacted to her from the first time he had seen her, 2 months ago, as she had given a faint smile to be polite upon introduction. The blood rushed so fast he thought he was going to faint, and he couldn't remember the last time he had gotten butterflies. Jo, maybe? Lisa had been steady and loving but never made him nervous the way Donna did. He had wanted to drag her out of that weight loss spa. Firstly, to protect her from the hunt but secondly, he didn't want there to be any less of her. Every curve of her sparked joy and soooo many other feelings. After the vampire, when he realized she could be the sweet that could handle the sour, he made it his job to make sure she was ready to be in the hunter lifestyle. She was a cop, and a northern girl, so there was already a solid base to work from. They worked on her fighting styles, going from “do as little damage as possible” to “take them down and take them down quick”. He spent every chance he got driving up to Stillwater to work with her, turning her basement into a home gym. She was already a great shot and surprisingly good with knives and other melee weapons.Therefore, they worked on boxing, wrestling, jujitsu, and flexibility. Oh, flexibility. That was a hard one for Dean in so many ways. He was trying his best to not push Donna too far. She had not been lucky in love lately and Dean didn't think she thought of him as more than a flirtatious friend. This left him working on her flexibility with him in more ways than one.
It was 9 months after taking out the vamp nest. Dean was currently standing behind her, enjoying the feel of her soft, round arm as they stretched her shoulders and neck. He was finally getting the nerve to inquire about the new forest green dress hanging from the light fixture in the kitchen, with the pair of gold heels sitting on the table below it. “Trying to decide if your new man can handle that dress up there?”
Donna blushed. “Oh gosh no, that is for my cousin's weddin’ next month. She is marrying Doug’s cousin actually. She met ‘im at our weddin’. Wanted to look as good as I can since Doug is gunna be there and I gotta feel as confident as possible so he can't wear me down. I would bring a date but I haven't been in the datin’ mood and I don't have a guy friend to take with me. Don't think I’m in the right place for a relationship, ya know? With all I am finding out about this world, it doesn't seem as important and I still have a ways to go to keepin’ myself steady; let alone keeping anyone else safe. Just doesn't seem like it’d be smart.” Donna rambled as Dean pressed on her arm more.
“What about a good Hunter or sheriff like yourself? They wouldn't need your protection and would understand the life?” Dean asked, trying to not sound to hurried in case she got suspicious that his intentions were more than just flirting.
“I don't really know too many Hunters yet, and sheriff-in’ in these parts is more competitive than you would first think. Not too many communities that are right in that sweet spot for population. Now, to find that special someone that's alright with all that and all this!” Turning around, she gestures to her body for emphasis. “Not exactly what they mean when they say they need someone to ‘shake down a case’!”
“Oh I think you could ‘shake down a case’ real nice, Donna!” He says, grabbing her hand under the pretense of stretching her arm straight out, he couldn't help but give the underside of her arm a little tickle with his hand that was supposed to be guiding her shoulder.
“Dean Winchester!” She half-yelled, half-giggled before going more somber, “you know how I feel about my arms.” As she wrapped her arms around her and away from Dean.
“I know how you feel about your arms, but I am trying to give you a man’s opinion on ‘em. They are meant to be stroked and tickled!” Dean grinned and went for her again.
She took a wide step back “I have had plenty of men’s opinions on my jiggly meat sticks, thank you very much!” He walked towards her slowly, intruding on her space, causing her to walk backwards towards the wall behind her.
Still pursuing her space, but looking at the floor in fear that she would see the intensity in his eyes, Dean spoke, “The wrong boys have told you what they needed you to believe so they could feel better about themselves. Men know a good woman when they see one and don’t put them down to make themselves more confident. And the right man, well the right man will like the jiggle. Bet you could fill a book with names of men who would beg for it.” Donna was now fully against the wall and they were toe to toe. Dean was still looking at the floor and Donna was looking at his chest to see if he was breathing as heavy as she was. For a moment they lingered, before Donna took a large breath and broke away, side-stepping around him and picking up a weight from the rack to her left.
Trying to break the tension in the room she joked, “Well when ya find that book Dean-o make sure ya let me take a look at it!” Dean laughed while thinking that there was no way in hell that he would ever let a list of suitors near her. Unless it was his name written on it over and over again. He also wondered how he would let her know that he was a great dancer and had a grey suit he thought would look real nice next to that dress hanging upstairs.