Dance With Me {Dean Winchester X Reader}

2

   You and the boys had left the hotel room and you began walking to your precious car. 

    "Hey Y/n why don't you just come with us?" Sam asked, and you turned around. They were standing next to a vintage Chevy Impala.

   "Oh, sure." You said. They got in and you hopped into the backseat. You bit your lip to hide a smile as you ran your hand over the leather seat. When you guys arrived, you sat at a booth across from the brothers. A teenage girl walked over, her bright red lips pressed together. 

    "What do you want?" She asked, holding up her pen and pad. You scanned through the menu. 

   "I'll have a stack of pancakes with bacon and eggs and coffee, black." You said, closing your menu. Dean told her he wanted the same, which gave you a weird tingle. 

   "I'll just have a glass of orange juice." Sam said, and the sour waitress grabbed your menus and twitched away. 

    "So, let's talk about this case." You said, leaning in so your conversation could be more private. 

     "Well, this couple was murdered in their homes. No one else was there, all the doors were locked, and there was no sign of forced entry." Sam started, "Both of their throats were slit. I'm thinking it was a vengeful spirit." You turned the thought over in your mind, and you had to take in all possibilities. 

  "It could be a demon. There's no way they would've said the house smelled like rotten eggs and we haven't been there yet. Let's not put stock in something when we're not sure. Hell it could even be a witch. Who knows?" You said, and sat up. 

   "True, that's very possible. We should check out the house." Dean said just as your food was delivered. You immediately slathered your pancakes in syrup and dug in. 

   "So when we're done, we can go check out the house, go to the morgue, all that stuff. Then we can hit the bar after." You said around a mouth of food. Dean grunted in agreement and Sam sipped his juice. When you were done with your meal, you all went to the hotel to go into FBI mode. You put on a black pencil skirt, a white dress shirt, and black stilettos. You then curled your hair and touched up your makeup. There was a knock on your door and you grabbed your purse and opened it. 

   If you thought Dean was attractive before, he was even sexier in a suit. Your breath hitched and you forced yourself not to lick your lips. Masking your face with annoyance, you sighed. 

  "Let's go. I wanna get this over with." You said, walking past them towards the Impala. You tried not to let yourself feel guilty when the boys looked confused and somewhat hurt. You had to keep a mask on, then you would get this case done and leave. Arriving at the house, you saw the yellow police tape and cop cars and took a deep breath. 

    Before you could even compromise what was happening, Dean was out of the car and opening your door. He held his hand out and you hesitantly took it. 

  "Thanks." You breathed out before snatching your hand back and fixing your skirt. The three of you walked up to the house when a police officer stopped you. "This is a crime scene. You can't be here." He said. 

    "I'm agent Franks, this is my partner agent Lucas and our agent in training agent Hansen." Dean said, calling Sam agent Lucas and you the agent in training. The cop nodded, and let you pass. The whole house was clean of EMF and sulfur except the murder place, the bedroom. The EMF meter went off the charts. Vengeful spirit then. 

  "Alright, let's go to the morgue. We've been in this house for two and a half hours." You said. Upon arriving at the morgue, you lead the way. It was time to show the boys you didn't need them overshadowing. The bodies were a dead end, their throats were slit but everything else was completely normal. 

   "Alright let's go to the bar." You said, collapsing in the backseat. Pretending to be an FBI agent was hard work. 

   "You guys go ahead, I'm gonna head back to the hotel and do some research." Sam said. Dean stopped at the hotel, and Sam got out before you guys continued to the bar. The sun was setting when Dean pulled up and you immediately got out. You guys walked into the rustic building, the smell of alcohol hitting you full on. You guys walked over to a table and you sat down. A waiter walked over, looking annoyingly cheery. 

"What would you guys like today?" 

"Something dark and strong." You looked at Dean, the both of you had said that at the same time. 

"Alright, I'll be back soon. Hang tight while I get your drinks." 

   You rested your chin in your palm, looking around the bar. There weren't many people there that night. There was music playing in the background, but you didn't pay much attention to it. A drink was set in front of you, and you immediately brought it up to your lips, gulping down a little of the liquid. You felt Dean's eyes on you as he downed his whole drink, and it was being refilled before his cup even touched the table. 

     An hour and many drinks later, you and Dean were laughing and sharing stories through slurred speech. You squealed as you realized what song was playing. 

    "This is my favorite song!" You exclaimed, your eyes sparkling. Dean grinned at you. He held out his hand and you looked at him questioningly. 

  "Dance with me." You bit your lip, a blush rising on your cheeks. You took his hand and the two of you walked over to the small space meant for dancing. His hand rested on your hip, making it feel like it was on fire. You put your hand on his shoulder and the two of you started swaying slowly. At some point, you rested your head on his chest, your eyes closed. You could hear his heart beat and that made you feel like this was where you belonged. In his arms, this was your home. You thought about his forest green eyes, always looking at you in a way that made you feel special. The way his plump lips always seem to have the hint of a smile on them, at least when you're around. Maybe the Winchesters weren't so bad after all.