Wrestlers x Reader;VOL 2[𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

Vampire!Dean x Vampire!Reader

Requested By Anon

Pairings: Vampire!Dean x Vampire!Reader, Unnamed OFC

Prompt/Request: Omg those vampire prompts look like fun 😆 can I please have "Making me jealous didn't work in 1567 and it won't work now." & "It's been over a century, and he/she/they STILL hasn't/haven't proposed!" w/ Dean Ambrose.. when u have the time of course! 🤗

Summary: you and dean have a long history and

WARNINGS: blood, fight, yelling, angst, still hope for you and Deano, maybe?, prob trash, complicated relationship.

Word Count: 807

A/N: I normally imagine vampires like the vamps in the vampire diaries.

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Dean rolled his eyes as he took another sip out of his beer, looking away from the scene that was happening across the room.

"Unbelievable." He muttered, looking down at the counter as he tried to avoid you at all cost. He didn't want to let his emotions get out of control, not here, not now, sure he loves you but you and him had a complicated history and he would rather not dive into it at the moment, all he wanted was to enjoy some beers.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, you were beyond annoyed, all the attempts you tried to make Dean jealous had failed. The grip you had on the glass broke, sending pieces of glass everywhere, some of them cutting your hand. Not that you cared, but the date you had did.

"You're bleeding." He panicked, making you roll your eyes, you turned to look at your date, giving him the most fakest smile ever.

"I'm fine, why don't you wait at the car, while I go clean the blood off." You commanded, grabbing some napkins and placing them on the hand you cut.

"Sure babe." He answered, getting up as you continued to give him a fake smile once he turned around your fake smile dropped into a sneer.

You threw the napkins on the table, your wound already healed. You got up turning around and sauntering over to Dean.

"Making me jealous didn't work in 1567 and it won't work now." Dean grumbled before you could even say anything.

"Who said I was trying to make you jealous." You questioned him, Dean turned his head to face you, giving you an unpleasant look. As you leaned against the bar counter.

"I wasn't born yesterday y/n I know what you're up to and it's not working." He growled.

"Oh, really, because you reek of jealousy." you smirked, Dean got up quickly, throwing a few dollar bills down on the counter, before facing you, narrowing his eyes at you, as his mouth was set in a hard line.

"I'm not getting into this with you, I'd rather not say something I'll regret, I'm over you, move on." He snapped, moving around you his shoulder bumping into your shoulder in the process, you smirked to yourself as you watched him walk away, giving him a few minutes to cool down before you followed him.

Dean clenched his fists as he exited the pub, letting out a low growl. Dean tried to calm himself down, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, Dean let out a sigh of relief when his anger slowly faded. Reopening them only for them to land straight onto the guy you were with. Which brought his anger up again.

Dean let out a growl, speeding his way towards the guy, and slamming him against the car, sinking his fangs into the guys' neck, his fangs roughly tearing the skin, as he began to suck the dude's blood, the guy tried to escape but to no avail, Dean's grip only got tighter.

"For someone who says they aren't jealous, your actions sure do prove otherwise Deano." You smirked, as Dean snapped his head in your direction, Dean rolled his eyes, letting go of the guy, his bodying letting out a scream as his body hit the gravel.

"You look sexy when you are drinking blood." You purred, winking at him as you took a step towards him, Dean let out a growl, blaring his fangs at you as you just smirked at him cockily.

"Leave me alone." Dean growled, glaring at you one last time before he took off. While you just smirked at him.

"It's been over a century, and he STILL hasn't proposed!" you grumbled, to the guy as he clutched his neck looking at you in disbelief.

"Oh, well at least I know he still cares." You stated.

"What is wrong with you?" the guy asked, moving away, while you let out a dark chuckle, kneeling down in front of him, the guy tried to scrabble away but failed, once you stopped him, gripping his shoulders tightly as you looked him in his eyes. Black lines forming under your eyes.

The guy let out a gasp, looking at you horror.

"Y-you're a m-monster." He stuttered out, as he saw your fangs, still holding onto his bleeding neck.

"You'll forget about this whole entire night and this bar, and me and Dean, and well as for that nasty gash you got on your neck, the girl you took home at the nightclub got a little freaky and bit you too hard." You compelled him, letting go of his shoulder. You quickly got up turning around and walking away, leaving the guy there.

"Oh, Dean we will be together again." You hummed, smirking to yourself....