Don't Say A Word (AU!Dean Winchester x Reader)

Part 12

You checked your makeup in the mirror one last time. The woman staring back at you is almost unrecognizable, but only because she wasn't you, not really. You never looked more like Auburn than right now.

"It's all you." You told your reflection, watching her lips move in sync. Though you still had a hard time believing it was yourself.

You looked like Auburn's character from her best selling cult films. The character she typically dressed as during film premieres or interviews and since that was the cover Sam had come up with; snagging you from backstage of an interview, you had to look the part.

You wore a long sleeved mini dress that was so low cut you had to tape it into place on your breasts and heels higher than anything you'd worn before. You couldn't fathom how Auburn did stunts in costume without falling down or flashing someone. 

Your lips were painted blood red and the batwing eyeliner really made your Y/E/C eyes pop. The blush you wore defined cheekbones you never knew you had and a teased black wig finished off the look.

"Dean, what do you think?" Asked the cheery redhead, Charlie, who Sam had sent over to do your makeup.

Charlie dragged you away from the bathroom mirror and into the next room where Dean sat watching a continuation episode to that soap opera from the other day. He took a double look at you and stood up, disregarding the TV. His green eyes slowly trailing down your body and lingering on your legs. You tugged the hem on the dress down and shifted uncomfortably.

"She looks hot, right?" Charlie commented, fixing the neckline of your dress one last time.

"It'll do." Was all Dean said as he cleared his throat and shoved his hands in his jeans pockets.

A knock came from the front door of the cabin and Charlie went to answer it, leaving you and Dean alone. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, knowing if you were to chew either of your lips, you'd have to reapply your lipstick and check your teeth.

"Is there anything I can say to talk you out of this?" Dean asked, swallowing his pride as his eyes met yours.

You shook your head.

You were pleasantly surprised at his self control not to stare at your chest, which was practically on full display. Of course, Auburn's movies just had to be about vampires, scantily clad women and shirtless men.

You hadn't spoken after your fight the night before and neither one of you brought it up now. Focusing on the new task at hand, passing as Auburn without getting yourself killed.

"I want you to wear this," Dean said, stepping closer and scanning your outfit for a place to hide a small tracking device, but not finding a single crease to put it in.

You laughed at his embarrassment and took the chip from him. You watched the heat creep into his cheeks and his eyes dart away when you hiked up the side of your dress. You tucked the chip into the waistband of your panties and smoothed out the hem. Luckily, Charlie had given you some stretchy short shorts to wear over them that helped keep it in place without tape.

"I guess this means you're still gonna be my safety net after all?" You asked, chewing on your cheek again and fixing the skirt of your dress.

You were nervous and sure you felt safe with Sam by your side, but Dean had a sort of protective quality about him. Like he wouldn't stop at anything to keep you out of harm's way, even if he didn't like you. So, it felt good to have him back on your side, even if you knew he rather you didn't go at all.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a girl in... polyester." He smirked and you noticed some crinkles around his eyes that you never saw before. Freckles, too.