Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Low Down Dirty

Pairing: Bartender!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Dean meets an enigmatic stranger one night, and nothing matters but his time with her.

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It said 3: 30 on my watchBig show don't start 'till 9: 00Thought a cold one sure would hit the spotShe started pouring shotsIt was only me and her in there"Let's get outta here"Might lose my job but I don't careCome along if you dare

"How are you doing, kid?" the older bartender asks me when we have a break.

"I'm doing fine. How are you doing?"

"Ready for the rush?" he grins.

"This isn't the rush?"

I look over the mass of people in the bar having a good time, dancing, and chatting. There may be room for another ten people, but the bar is mostly full. There is a car show going on outside the bar, so I expected a large amount of people... just not this many.

"Oh, kid, you got a lot to learn," my boss laughs and tends to other people.

There is a man and a woman calling for me, so I pick up my face in hopes I look presentable. I don't mind working here, but this many people mess with my anxiety sometimes.

"What can I get you?"

As they are putting in their orders, I happen to look up to the front door. I'm not sure what compelled me to look there, but I'm sure glad I did. A woman with shining skin and bright eyes enters with the biggest smile on her face. I've never seen a woman like her before. The kind of woman that can make everyone else in the damn room disappear.

"Excuse me? Sir?" the woman who was ordering asks.

"Yes, sorry. I'll get those out to you right away."

I walk away from the confused couple as the woman heads straight to the bar. I move alongside the bar counter to get to her, meeting her right when she touches the counter.

"Hey, cutie. What's the strongest drink you have?" she grins.

Even her voice is mesmerizing.

"My own concoction."

"I'll take two of those."

I make the drinks quickly, ignoring the other couple's order. I figure that they would complain to my boss and he'd make them for me. After all, it's really busy here, so I'm not worried. After I make the drinks, I slide them both to her, but she only takes one.

"Cheers," she grins, pushing the other glass to me. I look for my boss to make sure he isn't watching before taking the glass and downing the shot. "So, you got a name?"

"Dean Winchester."

"Well, Dean Winchester, why don't you come join me outside? The show is about to start."

I could very well get fired for leaving, but she makes it seem so easy. I look over and see another bartender come on for his shift, so I know they won't be at a total loss if I leave.

"Fuck it. Let's go."

I turned up her radioShe started dancin' real slowLike she was puttin' on a show3 hours left to rock and rollWet sweat was pourin' off her skinHer body made me wanna sinRight then my buzz was kickin' in

Three hours until the show starts, and Y/N is on the dance floor getting lost to the music. The crowd is twice as big as the one inside the bar, but I have a perfect view of her. She is so carefree, the complete opposite of me. I'm working on my second beer because I don't want to get so drunk to where I won't remember her in the morning.

I want to remember how beautiful she is.

She moves her hips to the music, and I instinctively turn the music up since I'm right next to DJ. She turns to me and locks eyes with me, curling her pointer finger at me to come join her. I'm having a hard time restraining myself, but I don't know how much longer I can hold off.

Her body makes me want to sin, and it was at this moment I knew I was a little buzzed–the good kind of buzz.

Boy don't you leave me hangin''Cause it's never too late...To get down and dirty!

The way she's moving her body is too much for me to resist, and I find myself walking over to her. She has me under this spell like no other woman has been able to get me under. What makes her different? Why is she so mesmerizing? When I reach her, she wraps her arms around my neck and grinds down on me, throwing her head back.

I grab her hips to hold her to me, and I lick my lower lip as I picture myself kissing every inch of her skin.

"I can't stay long," she says to me.

"Why? Got a hot date?"

"The show is about to start, and it can't afford to lose one of its best drivers," she grins.

"You're racing in the car show?"

"Damn right I am. It'll be so much better knowing I have a fan in the crowd."

"What are you doing standing here with me? You should be getting ready?"

"If you're lucky, I'll get to go home with you. But only if I win."

"Then I'm counting on it."

She leans up and kisses me to remind me the reason why I skipped out on work to be here with her. She pulls away and slips off the dance floor, leaving me to wish that she was right back in my arms.