Pretty Boy: Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 30:

Sam opened my door for me and I climbed in. To keep all of us as safe as possible, Dean was going to leave as quickly as he could and meet us at the end of the street. Sam got in the driver's seat as I took a bite of my cookie.

"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." I murmured, "I should call Will." I added, looking at the time, seeing that visiting hours had started. I dialled Will's number and he answered, "Hi," I greeted him, hurriedly, "how's Lan?"

"Ask her yourself." Will said. I heard shuffling on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, (Y/n)." Lana said. I could feel myself relax as Sam parked the car on the side of the road.

"How is everything, how are you? How do you feel?" I asked.

"Everything is good on our end, how are you?" Lana asked.

"I'm okay, so are the boys." I said, looking in the rear view mirror, watching Dean driving up behind us. "Everything is going as planned."

"Good, that's good." Lana said, "And you and Dean are..." She waited for an answer.

"Yes, Lana." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Good." She murmured, "Call us when it's done."

"I will." I said back. She hung up. The plan was that Will would hide and stay with Lana overnight so we would know for sure that she was okay. Dean came up beside us, giving us a thumbs up. We gave him one back and we all headed back to my house. Now we just had to wait until nightfall. I wondered what Dean had in mind to pass the time.

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I hobbled out of my room, dressed in the clothes I had worn to the "open house" but I definitely looked more dishevelled. My mascara was running down my face, my hair was a mess, and I could barely walk. I was right. Dean was feeling a bit possessive. I ducked into the bathroom and tried to clean up my makeup.

"Hurry up, baby." Dean chimed. I looked at him in the mirror.

"Fuck you." I murmured, a sly smile spreading across my face. Dean smirked.

"Be careful what you wish for, baby girl." Dean said, smacking my ass. He was way too cocky. I finished cleaning up my makeup and brushing my hair, leaving the bathroom, seeing Dean sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

"Come on, dickhead." I said, ruffling his hair. He begrudgingly put down his bowl, standing up.

"Are we leaving?" Sam asked, poking his head out of the kitchen.

"Yep." I nodded, grabbing my keys and tossing them to him. Dean grabbed a rosary, stuffing it into his pocket and Sam grabbed the book he would be reading from. I grabbed my purse, leaving it unzipped so I would have easy access to my gun and my holy water. Dean grabbed a silver knife just in case. We all headed out to my car. I opened the trunk, scooting my bags around. Dean climbed in and I bent into the trunk, kissing his lips. "Don't suffocate." I said, smiling.

"I'll keep those wise words in mind." He said with a chuckle. I closed the trunk, heading to my door that Sam had opened.

"Thank you, honey." I chimed. I heard a loud thump from the trunk.

"We aren't there yet!" Came Dean's muffled voice. I suppressed a laugh as I climbed into the car. Sam closed my door and climbed into the driver's seat. We headed back over to Lana's house. Sam and I got out, heading up to the front door. I fetched the key from under the mat and unlocked the door. Sam headed in and I followed quickly, closing the door behind us.

"This house is so stunning..." I murmured as we stood in the living room. Sam had his arm wrapped around me and my head was leaning on his arm.

"You're stunning..." Sam said, looking down at me. I looked up at him.