Dean Winchester x Reader

I knew it- Chp 3

Once me and Sam were done with the project, I was ready to go. I headed downstairs and assured Sam that I could walk home alone.
"Sam. I'm fine," I walked to the door, "Trust me when I say I can defend myself."
"Not gonna trust. I'll walk you," Sam followed me.
"Dont have to worry about that Sammy. I'll drive. A bit safer. And I am the older brother," Dean walked over with his car keys in his hand.
"Dean," Sam sighed.
"Whats. Its way safer being in a car rather than just you two walking in the dark together," Dean pointed out.
Jesus christ. Two brothers in front of me. Both attractive? Both wanting to protect me? This as so confusing. Now I know how Elena feels with my brothers.
"Dean we will be fine," Sam assured him.
"No. I will be fine. Thank you but I dont need either of you," I smiled.
"Nope," Dean moved me from the door and opened it.
He then grabbed my arm and dragged me outside.
"Jesus christ," Sam laughed.
"Thanks for having me over," I looked over my shoulder and grinned.
I got in Deans car as he did and we drove off.

"Why did you insist on driving me Dean?" I asked as we pulled up outside my house.
"Like I said, I wanted you to be safe," Dean shrugged.
"Ye sure. I can defend myself more than you know," I opened the door.
"Ye I know," Dean grabbed my wrist and slit it with a knife.
"Dean!" I yelled.
"I knew it," Dean grinned as i healed.
I looked into his eyes quickly and commanded, "Forget I'm a vampire or any supernatural creature. Give me the knife. Forget you suspect me and have a good night."
Dean handed me the knife and I quickly shoved it into my bag.
"You have a good night Y/N," Dean grinned while looking into my eyes.
"Thank you Dean," I got out the car and he drove off.
I quickly ran back inside and ran up to my room.
"Y/N!" I heard Damon yell, "You home?!"
I couldnt tell Damon what happened. He would freak out.
I quickly whipped the knife clean and hid it under a pillow and I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in," I yelled and sat on my bed.
"Hey," Damon opened the door, "You okay? You rushed in."
"Just a little tired," I shrugged.
Damon sniffed the air and looked back to me, "You been drinking?"
"Ye. Dean and Sams blood was just to good of a smell to not try once," I lied.
"Thats my sister," Damon grinned while pointing at me, "Okay! Get a good nights rest."
"Night!" I grinned and Damon closed the door.
I grabbed the knife and hid it in a draw under clothes. Don't want that being found.