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Evening Hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader
Synopsis: A hunt requires you to dress up and go undercover at a fancy gala.

You smooth the front of your dress down one more time. The dress was  shiny, a deep deep purple, almost black in color. It was strapless,  with a sweetheart neckline.  A simple cut, it hugged your curves, ending right above your knees. It was a gorgeous dress, however you felt uncomfortable. As a hunter, you hardly ever had a chance to dress up, and it felt weird.

"Do I really have to do this? Can't you two go?" You yell, before applying lipstick.

"You know the invitation says for a couple. And I'm not going to pretend to be a couple with my own brother, so get your butt out here!"

You glance one more time in the mirror before walking into the motel room. You stand there nervously, as both Sam and Dean's backs are towards you. Dean is the first one to turn, and his mouth drops open.

"Wow Y/N, I always knew you were hot, but wow, you clean up good."

Sam faced you also, and whistled. "You look very nice, Y/N."

Dean glared at his brother, "Don't you dare hit on my girl!"

Blushing from the attention, you walk over and grab your purse from the table, checking to make sure it had all the important items, lipstick, gun, salt, lighter.

You slide on your heels, taking a minute to become accustomed to the extra height, and look at Dean. Dean had rented a tux, and dang, he looked good!

"Ready pretty boy?"

"Hey I'm not pretty, I'm handsome! And yes, I'm ready. Let's get this show on the road."

Dean helped you climb into the Impala, and you started on your way to the Country Club. It was an old building, built in the 1800s. Lately it had been overcome with ghostly sightings, and the ghost had been getting violent. Sam had done his research, and you knew you had to find an old gentleman's hat and burn it.

Dean pulls into the driveway, annoyed when a valet asks for the keys.

"Dean, he's just going to park it, don't freak out." You whispered in his ear. Dean complied, glaring daggers at the young valet.

"One scratch on my Baby, and you won't live long enough to see your next birthday!" Dean threatened, enjoying the fact that the boys face turned ghostly white as he carefully climbed into the Impala.

You slap Dean on the shoulder. "Ouch, what was that for?"

"Did you really have to scare that poor boy like that? He's just doing his job."

Dean mumbles under his breath, but places his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the doors being held open by uniformed staff. Deans hand feels warm through the thin fabric of your dress, but still you shiver. Not from cold, but from the electricity running between you.

"Can I help you?" A tall, thin, graying man asked, holding a clipboard.  He was looking down his nose at Dean, and it really irked you. Dean looked amazing in his tux, better than any of the men there.

"Yes sir, I'm Mr. Paige, and this is my fiance. We're expected." Dean told him, ignoring the man's bad manners.

You soon made it into the ballroom, your jaw dropping at the opulence. Diamonds, and gems sparkled from each ladies neck and throat, while the men sported expensive watches and cufflinks. Men in fancy uniforms carried silver platters with fancy appetizers and champagne.

You grab a glass of champagne as Dean cases the joint. There were security guards at every entrance, which you had expected. According to Sam's research, the hat was located in a hallway off limits to the public, towards the back of the building.