Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Opportunity

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: When Sam and Dean can't get the locals to explain the town's history, it's time for you and your alter ego to come out and play the game they so desperately set up for you. 

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From your seat at the table in the corner, you can tell that things aren't going well for Sam and Dean. For starters, no one can seem to look them in the eyes. You're not sure why, maybe it's their suits, but that's problem number one. Problem number two is that everyone is giving them vague answers as to why the FBI is here. All Sam and Dean want to do is get the information they need and move on, but that proves impossible when the people of the town aren't giving anything away.

This town is hiding something, like it has a dark secret that it doesn't want out.

"I don't know what to tell you, fellas," the bartender shrugs, wanting to get rid of Sam and Dean.

"If you think of anything else, please call us," Sam says and hands over his FBI card.

As the brothers walk away, you can see the bartender toss the card into the trash. Your eyes narrow a bit, but you don't comment on it when they get back to the table.

"What's going on with these people? Why are they being–" Dean stops short when he can't think of the word he wants to use. Suddenly, it comes to him and he blurts it out without thinking about it. "Bitches!"

"Bitches?" you giggle.

"Shut up."

"This town is hiding something, not just this bar. There is something they don't want us to know."

"Yeah, but what? If they don't start talking, then more people are going to die, and then we'll have an even bigger problem on our hands," Sam sighs.

"What are we gonna do?" Dean asks.

"You're telling me that you, Dean Take-Charge Winchester, don't have a plan of what to do?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean you always know what to do. You always have a plan, no matter how stupid it is. Come on, there has to be something brewing in that pretty head of yours," you grin, tossing back the rest of your drink.

"You're drunk."

"Drunk on you," you wink.

"Come on, we should go back to the motel."

Dean glances at you once more before leaving the table with his brother. You stare at the man you have a crush on, but never had the courage to do something about it. You two have always been flirty with each other, never once backing down from anything as long as it involves one of you blushing like a schoolgirl.

Sam is used to your flirting since you two do it all the time, but he's counting down the days until one of you confesses your feelings for the other. This has been going on for a few years, and he's sick and tired of the sex eyes you two give each other. You can't help but not flirt with the older Winchester. Have people seen him? Women turn their heads when he walks into the room, their panties fall when he smirks at them, and they get lost when they stare into his eyes.

It doesn't bother you when other women behave that way toward him because could you blame them? It bothers you when Dean flirts back with them. It makes you feel like you're not as important to him as the other women if he's flirting with you and then with them. Sam has become sort of a middle man when it comes to relaying messages between the two of you.