Dean x Reader: Protection

Chapter One

"There is no way in hell that I am wearing that," You said, staring pointedly at the elegant, Victorian ball gown that was currently spread across your motel room bed. Dean huffed.

"Listen, Sweetheart, we're going undercover at an actual ball. The theme is Victorian- and so this is just something you're just gonna have to do," Dean replied, crossing his arms. He was dressed in his own Victorian outfit, and Sam was getting ready as well. You knew there was no other plan- the rogue vampire that you were after had happened to make a home in a ballroom and there was an event that couldn't be rescheduled, so the owner, a friend of Sam's, asked you guys to help. Still, you sighed exasperatedly, making sure that Dean knew you hated the plan as you stormed off to the bathroom, the dress thrown over your shoulder.

When you emerged the boys were about ready to head out. You quickly slipped your trusty gun in your thigh holster and your small machete in your jacket, before smoothing out the dress and slipping on a pair of heels. Dean looked up at you, raising an eyebrow and opening his mouth to say something, but quickly looking away. This didn't go unnoticed, an evil smirk making its way onto your face.

"What's wrong Winchester? Cat got your tongue?" You teased, winking his way.

Dean grumbled something incoherent, grabbing his gun and hiding it in his jacket. Sam did the same, looking around the old motel room to make sure everything was okay. You were already at the door, swinging it open and looking over your shoulder.

"Come on, let's go and get this over with so I can get my beer," You said.

The ballroom was stuffy, filled to the brim with men and women dancing and laughing and chatting. You were already starting to get claustrophobic, wiping your sweaty hands on your dress and getting a few odd looks. You knew what you were here for, but you knew it could take hours to find the culprit in the masses of people. Dean leaned down next to you when he noticed your nervous state.

"You okay Sweetcheeks?" He asked in a low whisper. You gave him an incredulous look, scoffing and biting your lower lip.

"I'm fine. We gotta focus and find this vamp," You replied, trying to hide the urgency in your voice. Dean nodded, and suddenly you were whisked away by Sam, who dragged you in the middle of the room and began dancing with you.

"You were looking awkward just standing around like that. Remember, we're at a ball," He said, raising an eyebrow at you. You shrugged, following his lead and dancing as well, your eyes glazing over the room to find any suspects. As you danced you nearly bumped into several people, making your heart rate spike higher than it already was. You felt your breathing become laboured, and you quickly excused yourself to find a bathroom.

You did find a bathroom, and thankfully there were no people in it. You leaned against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment and getting your breathing in check. Large crowds were not your thing at all. An unfamiliar voice tore you from your rest.

"Why, hello pretty," It said. You opened your eyes to come face to face with a fanged smile, your hand instantly going for your machete. The vampire had his hand to your throat like lightening, cutting off your breath. Nonetheless you retrieved your weapon, slicing his head off before your breath ran out. The vampire fell to the floor with a thud, and you wiped away some blood that had spattered on your neck.

"Found him," The voice of Dean floated in your ears, and you looked up at him as he kicked away the head of the monster. You rolled your eyes, looking around quickly before pulling Dean in for a kiss. You felt him smirk against your lips and pulled you closer, his hand resting against your jaw and yours on his shoulder. He soon moved his lips down to your neck but you quickly pulled away and he fake-pouted.

"We're still with people, Winchester. Not now," You said. He rolled his eyes but couldn't keep the smirk from his face.

"Well the Bunker's only a few days bus ride from here..." He mused, and you quickly shut him down.

"You're not leaving Sam here."

"Darn."