Dance With Me {Dean Winchester X Reader}

1

  You sliced off the last vampire of the pack's head before swinging your machete. Your face and clothes were splattered with blood, and you were breathing heavily. You walked out of the abandoned warehouse, throwing the machete into the trunk of your blue mustang. You revved the engine, grinning at the sound of the car that had taken such good care of you over the years. You took the five minute drive to your best friend's bar. Heavily sitting down on the bar stool, you sighed. Your friend came over, hardly glancing at the blood covering you. 

  "Your usual?" She asked, drying off a glass. You nodded and she went to get your order. You took a moment to rub the sore spot on your thigh. When the vamp had pushed you over, that was where you had landed. Your friend brought you a beer, leaning against the counter.

"So I have a proposition." She started, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"What is it now?" You asked after taking a swig of beer.

  "You know the Winchesters? Of course you do. Ummm, my friend knows them and he thinks you should go on a hunt with them." She explained.

  "Dixie, you know how I feel about those world destroying dicks." You replied.

"Please Y/n? It'll be good. Just give it a chance. One hunt." Dixie pleaded, staring at you with big blue eyes.

  "It would be the worst time of my life." You said, wanting her to take back her offer.

  "One hunt." Was all Dixie said. You groaned, finally giving in.

She grinned and grabbed her phone from under the counter. She started walking away, already typing.

  You gulped down the rest of your beer, wiping your hand across your mouth.

  "Alright, you need to meet the Winchesters in Nebraska by morning, so you should leave now." Dixie said, holding a bag of food out to you.

  "You know me so well." You teased, taking the snacks. After taking the quickest shower of your life, you set out.

   You were used to driving through the night, so as long as you had music and caffeine you were good.

  When you finally arrived, you pulled into the motel parking lot Dixie had told you to go to. You walked up to room 103 and knocked on the door. It opened, revealing a tall man with brown hair that fell past his jawline and bright hazel eyes.

  "You must be Y/n, I'm Sam." He said kindly, sending you a small smile.

"Yeah I am. You gonna let me in or do I have to stand outside all night?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

  "Oh yeah. Come in." He opened the door and let you pass, and you looked around the small motel room. There were two beds, a small couch set in front of the TV, a kitchen and a small table. That's when you noticed the man sitting at the table, eyes on the laptop in front of him

  He had short blonde hair that was spiked in the front, the most gorgeous green eyes you'd ever seen, freckles splattered all across his nose and cheeks, and extremely plump lips that were begging to be kissed.

"Y/n, this is my brother Dean." Sam said, gesturing to the man that you couldn't stop staring at. He looked up at you and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

  "Hi." You whispered, your voice suddenly very hoarse. He nodded in answer to you, returning to the laptop. You shook yourself out of the stupor and sat on the edge of one of the beds.

  "Sorry about my brother, he's not used to other hunters helping." Sam said to you, quiet enough so only you could hear.

  "It's fine, I understand." You replied, shooting a reassuring smile. Honestly, you just wanted to go to bed.

  "So do we have to do research tonight or can I go to bed?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

  "You can go to bed. We can all meet up in the morning." Sam replied, sitting next to Dean.

  You nodded and left the room, going to check in. Once that was done, you got your duffel out of your car and went to your motel room. The second the door was unlocked, your bag was thrown on the bed and your combat boots were kicked off. You pulled your pajamas out, just a pair of gym shorts and a worn out tank top.

  Sighing, you walked into the old bathroom. Turning on the creaky sink, you washed your face and brushed your teeth. You sat on the bed and rolled your gym shorts up, wanting time to check out your sore thigh. There was a big bruise, shades of blue and purple all mixed in one. Telling yourself it wasn't bad, you climbed into bed.

     You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

  You awoke with a start, and you sat there trying to see what woke you up. Then there was a booming knock on the door and it made sense. The person knocked again as you rolled out of bed.

  "Alright!" You yelled, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You opened the door to reveal the Winchesters.

  "How did you get my room number?" You asked, staring up at them.

  "Told the lady at the front desk we were FBI and looking for you." Dean explained, and you opened the door for them, oblivious to Dean staring at you.

  "So why are you here?" You asked, sitting on your bed and tucking your legs under you.

  "We came to get you. We're gonna go to Mel's diner for breakfast before starting on the case." Sam explained from his spot leaning against the wall.

"Okay, can you give me fifteen minutes to get ready?" You asked, gesturing down to your pajamas.

  "Take your time, sweetheart." Dean replied, crossing his arms over his chest. You laughed a humorless laugh.

  "Don't call me that, Winchester." You warned, standing up from the bed. Dean smirked, but otherwise stayed silent. You grabbed your bag and stomped into the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Your e/c eyes were framed by thick lashes, dark eyeshadow, and eyeliner. You had lip gloss on and your hair was French braided. You were wearing a dark purple tank top with a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and your combat boots. You walked out of the bathroom where the Winchesters were waiting.

  You saw the way Dean was a looking at you and you tried to hide your blush. His eyes darkened with... Lust? No way. You placed your hands on your hips.

"Well what are we waiting for?"