Feeling delicate and soft fabric against your skin was so much different than the usual beat up leather and denim. Hunters never really got to dress up for anything, so admitting you were excited wasn't difficult. Black lace covered the length of your arms and the solid black came up to the base of your neck. At least that part of you was covered, as opposed to the slit cutting the dress from your left mid thigh the the floor, and your completely exposed back.

You tried to find heels you could actually walk in, but you really had to look the part for this hunt. If the witch you were looking for at this banquet suspected you were a hunter for a second, you were pretty much screwed. This left you in about six inch silver heels, making your feet want to kill themselves. Nonetheless, you felt pretty stunning.

Walking through the huge entry way, you felt a lot of eyes on you. You did your best to just play it cool, keeping the blush out of your cheeks, and tossed your h/c hair over your shoulder. You'd never really used a curling iron before, but after a few burns and a lot of frustration, you actually got some pretty decent waves.

You walked, well really strolled considering you were embracing your new found confidence, over to the bar. "Can I get a vodka cranberry?" you asked the bartender, leaning against the bar and scoping out the room. You weren't sure what the witch looked like exactly, just that he was a he and was incredibly attractive according to other hunters who've encountered him. That should narrow it down.

Your drink was set in front of you and you thanked the bartender, taking a sip. Looking around at all the guys in tuxes and suits, you knew the only way you'd be able to find the witch was gonna be to talk to them. You sighed, staring at the red lipstick mark on your glass. Talking to a bunch of pretentious socialites, sounds like a blast...

"Yeah, tell me about it," a voice said from beside you and you realized you said that out loud. You looked over and saw a very attractive man in a tux with eyes greener than emeralds. After a second, you regained your composure again.

"Don't take this the wrong way but you don't seem to belong here," you said coolly, taking another sip of your drink. He smirked lightly, taking a glance at his whiskey before flashing those gorgeous eyes back at you.

"That obvious huh? I gotta say, you look out of place yourself." You raised your brows at his comment, thinking up until now that you'd done a good job at blending in. "But I have to say you also look beautiful. That dress...well the word 'wow' crosses my mind. I mean, personally I'd like to see you out of it...but that's just me," he smirked lustfully, and a slight smirk played on your own lips.

"Are you flirting with me?" you asked, sounding "shocked".

"What if I was?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Well, you don't look so bad yourself, so I guess I wouldn't mind," you added with a wink, not able to ignore the tension between the two of you already, but a part of you wondered if he was the infamous witch you were looking for. You tried to look him over for any signs that he was your witch, but something else suggested to opposite. Bruised and beat up knuckles, calloused hands... Not exactly something a classy witch would have.

"Are you a hunter?" you asked suddenly, catching him a bit off guard.

"I sure hope you're one too or else you're the witch I'm looking for and you are not what my intel described," he smiled a bit, knowing the answer already.

"Well, you figured me out," you answered, smiling a bit yourself.

"Since you're a hunter, I have to say what you're drinking is all wrong," the stranger jabbed, making you laugh a bit.

"What's wrong with my vodka cranberry?"

"Sweetheart, you'll need something stronger," he said, gesturing to the bartender to bring two more. You nodded a bit, thinking that you should actually introduce yourself.

"I'm Y/N by the way."

"Pleasure to meet you, I'm Dean." Two glasses of caramel tinted alcohol were placed in front of you and you gladly downed one in one sip, surprising Dean. "A girl who can handle her whiskey, I like you already," he added, causing you to chuckle.

"Alright Ace, do you actually have any information about this witch? Because one of us needs to catch this guy," you asked, remembering the task at hand.

"What do you say we find him together? Like a, Mr. and Mrs. Smith kinda deal?" He asked, the familiar lustful glint back in his eyes. You stared back at him for a second, looking his stunning face up and down, and actually thought he had a point.

"Alright, you have yourself a deal," you agreed, and Dean grinned. He pushed away from the bar and moved beside you. When he placed his hand on the small of your exposed back, you literally felt shivers up your spine.

"Let's get to work," he whispered beside your ear, and now you couldn't hide the blush in your cheeks.

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