Dean Winchester X Reader imagines/one-shots

Roadhouse Dancing

The Winchesters pull up to the Harvelle's Roadhouse. Parking the impala amongst the babies of the Midwest, Sam and Dean get out and look at each other confused. The lot was completely full, the sound of laughter rang clear, and country music could be heard for miles around. 

They make their way towards the front.

 Sam looks around curiously, "I wonder what's going here tonight?"

Dean grunts, stuffing his hands into his jacket, "Don't know. Don't care, but what we do know is that Ash is here and we need information on this case." 

Sam rolls his eyes in tune to Dean's attitude. He pushes his shoulder against the door opening it wide enough to let Dean in before him and then turning around to follow. 

The Road House had never looked so alive. Old Christmas lights hung lazily from the ceiling, the smell of booze and smoke coated the air, and the atmosphere was heavy. 

A crowd had formed a slight circle dancing in unison for the main sight. The couple moved interictally with each other following the rhythm of the music.  Onlookers hooted and hollered praises, cheering for further entertainment. 

Sam and Dean make it towards the middle just in time to see Ash flip a girl by her knee. She lands on top his shoulder and rolls forward to get back down onto her feet. 

The crowd sings the couples praises as they finish the routine. 

Sam whistles, "Huh who knew Ash would be a country swinger." He nods in approval. 

"What the hell is a country swinger because if its anything I'm thinking of more people would be nude." 

Sam raises his brow, "Really dude?" he scoffs. 

Dean shrugs off his brothers critical inquiry and calls out for Ash, "Ayo Ash!" Ash notices Dean and nods in response as Dean points to a couple of chairs signaling for him to join the two brothers. 

"Hey Sam. Dean. " Ash acknowledges them, "So to what do I owe the pleasure? Book deciphering? Storm calculations? Or the link to a black market site for pornstar panties?"

Sam clears his throat, "Uh no we aren't looking for that. Well not that one thing, but help in general." 

Dean interjects, "What Sammy is trying to say here is we just need you to do some looking around into a case for us."

Before Ash could respond the sound of glasses and pouring of whiskey drew the men's attention. It was the girl that was dancing with Ash behind the counter.  

Dean watched as she poured their shots and kept eyeing her, but before he could comment on anything she was  called over by other patronages. 

He let out a low whistle as she walked away.  

To say she was beautiful would be downplaying her presence. Her worn out blue flannel smelled of bourbon with a hint of vanilla and she wore jean shorts that hung just right. 

"Dean! DEAN!" Sam yells out, snapping his finger to get the older brothers attention.  

 Dean blinks and looks at the two who were just staring at him, Sam with his signature facial expression. 

Ash just smirks and laughs, he clears his throat, "As I was telling Sam over here, I'll see what I can dig up, but it'll take some time."

"Yeah, yeah, no of course man" Sam replies and Dean presses his lips together in a tight line nodding. 

"Also Dean, if you do try to hit up Y/N for a late night rendezvous session, be a gentleman and ask her to dance with you first." Ash says clicking his tongue and smirking at Dean before walking towards the back to do his research.