SPN One Shots... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Kiss Me At Midnight (Dean Smith)

Warnings: language, stuck in an elevator, public urination, claustrophobia, kissing

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You tapped on your phone screen again, watching your fireworks aesthetic screensaver fade into view. No service was written in the top left corner and only a minute had passed since the last time you checked; '11:51 PM'. You sighed, the battery was depleting quickly since it was the end of the work week and you had forgotten to charge it at lunch; being too distracted anticipating the end of the day to be bothered to remember. You used your phone often and that definitely took a toll on the battery. You knew you should've invested in that extra charger you saw the last time you went to the store.

You stared up at the grate covering the florescent lights of the elevator, one of the tubes flickering every now and again, though not often enough to be noticeable unless you were staring at it directly, which you were. You sighed again and adjusted your sitting position on the ugly cream linoleum flooring. There was barely enough room to stretch out your knees without bumping into the false wood walls, each large panel separated by a thin bar of silver or aluminum you supposed it was.

You crossed your legs in front of yourself and straightened out your back against the wall of the elevator. Sighing again when you bumped your head on the metal hand railing just above you and you rubbed out the sting from the back of your head. Normally you wouldn't be caught dead sitting on the floor of an elevator; it wasn't the most sanitary place, but after the first couple of hours of being stuck between floors, the exhaustion of standing in the small tin cubicle set in and you'd been sitting ever since.

The red LED lights on the display screen of the aluminum panel of the elevator continually flashed back and forth between floors nine and ten, having gotten stuck about halfway down to the lobby from the floor you worked on at Sandover Bridge & Iron Inc. At this point, you had missed the dinner party with your family and friends and you were uncertain about even just making it home for breakfast.

You had been working late on a project proposal and the only person left on your floor, and probably the whole building, was sitting next to you. Although neither of you had spoken a word since getting stuck and you thought it would be a little awkward if you were to start now. You had tried the emergency telephone that linked directly to security but for whatever reason nobody had answered. You thought maybe they had been relieved early since it was New Year's Eve.

What a great way to spend the night, stuck in an elevator with your boss and Director of Sales and Marketing, Dean Smith. You had only spoken to him once when you filled out the wrong report and he seemed understanding although slightly standoff-ish. You sighed again and pushed the hair back from your face.

It was starting to get hot in the mustard cotton and polyester work shirt they forced you to wear and you thought about stripping out of it; you had a white tank top underneath so there was no need to be embarrassed. But, you did feel a little awkward to do so in front of your boss. And so instead you forced out another long drawn out breath.

"Can you please stop doing that?" Mr. Smith questioned, sighing himself and rolling his apple green eyes at you.

"Sorry," you mumbled, uncrossing your legs and pulling your knees up to your chest to hug them.

You couldn't help it, you were so bored stuck in between those four walls and not to mention exhausted from the work day. Your feet were killing you even though you wore your comfortable grey canvas sneakers today and the awkward sitting positions on the hard floor weren't doing anything for your tailbone or lower back either.

You picked aimlessly at the fray around the pocket of your dark wash jeans, making it slightly bigger. That was the one part of the uniform you refused to wear, khakis; for whatever reason, you just didn't like the look or feel of them. You were more confident and comfortable in jeans, though these ones had seen better days. You'd only worn them since your other light wash pair was in the laundry and you made a mental note to buy another pair when you finally got out of this tin time capsule. Or if you ever got out at this point.