Dean Winchester Imagines

Cops and Cuffs

~you get caught by the police and Sam and Dean have to get you out. Dean isn't happy with the way the cop treated you.~

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"Okay so we are just gonna break into this guys house and hope for the best?" Sam questions hesitantly.

Dean and you nod your heads with sly grins before stepping out of the impala and walking up to the front door. Sam follows nervously as he keeps glancing around the empty neighborhood.

"Dude it's 2am, this guy has no family and is on a business trip. We're fine." You whisper and nudge Sam with your elbow.

He shakes his head but helps Dean with the lock and in no time you are walking into the house. You push in front of the boys and take a quick glance around the house before speaking.

"I'll take this floor, you guys go up stairs."

Dean opens his mouth to answer with some smart ass reply but Sam grabs him and pulls him up the stairs. You immediately search the first room for anything that could indicate this guy was a hunter. After about 10 minutes of searching and you coming up with nothing, Dean comes down stairs.

"Find anything."

"Nada. If he's a hunter, he's a damn good one."

"Same with us. Sam is still upstairs but we should get out of here." Dean says turning towards the stairs.

"Yeah, let's."

You both walk towards the stairs but stop when someone walks through the front door. You and Dean look at each other before turning quickly and heading up the stairs to find Sam before you deal with it.

"Sam!" "Sammy!" You and Dean whisper yell as you walk through the hallway.

"Wh-" he asks coming out of a room but Dean quickly silences him with a hand over his mouth.

"There's someone downstairs." You whisper. "I'm gonna go check, you boys stay here."

Dean grabs your wrists. "What? No, we will come with you." He whispers back.

"Dean, what if it's a cop, I'm gonna need someone to bail me out."

He holds onto you a minute before sighing. "Fine, be careful. Yell if someone's trying to kill you."

You wink and then head down the stairs. You immediately see a cop walking down the hallway and decide it's best not to scare him.

"Officer? Is there a problem?"

He discharges his weapon and you put your hands up. "Stop moving! Who are you?"

"My name is Jenna Fuller. I'm Henry Relling's niece. He's the man who owns this house." You say without moving. You spot Sam and Dean both looking at me from above, out of the cops view.

"Yeah right, I have known Henry all my life. He doesn't have a niece. Put your hands on your head and get on your knees."

You internally groan as you follow his instructions but continue your way into the lie. "Officer, really he's good friends with my parents. He's not my real uncle just a close family friend. Come on man you can't be serious. I was coming through town and he told me I could stay here on my way through."

"Well we can figure this all out at the station." He says pulling your hands behind your back and putting the cuffs on a little tight.

"Hey ow. A little tight don't ya think?" You say glaring at him.

"Yeah well I don't like liars."

You mumble "ass" under your breath and of course he heard it.

"What did you just say?" He says pushing you to the ground and putting a knee in between your shoulder blades.

You groan in pain and turn your head on your side. "Aren't you suppose to read me my rights?" You smirk and see Sam and Dean on the second floor at the staircase watching you. They both look concerned but you subtlety shake your head indicating your fine, even though you know the cuffs are already bruising your wrists.

"Shut up." He says pulling you up by your one arm causing you to wince when the cuffs dig into your wrists.

"You have the right to-"

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The car ride was pretty uneventful, other than the cuffs digging into your wrists and the cop "accidentally" bumping your head on the roof of the car when he put you in. You got to the station and they immediately brought you to an interrogation room, which was stupid since all you did was break into a house and then lie about it. Usually, they take the cuffs off but you had made a great first impression and he had kept them on.

So here you sat, hands behind your back. Cops came in and out for over an hour questioning you yet you stuck to your story. The door opened and the original cop came in.

"Hi there, you come to keep me company?" You asked with a sarcastic smirk.

"This smart ass act of yours isn't getting anywhere so you might as well drop it. We are going to move you to holding soon and you will be charged with breaking and entering."

You interrupt him. "Wait. You have no proof! I told you I am his niece and you have still yet to prove that it's a lie. Which by the way it isn't. So you either have to let me go or prove it smart guy."

His smile dropped and he sighed impatiently. He opens his mouth to speak and the door opens.

"Mark, there are two FBI agents saying they are here for her."

"What? What does the FBI want with her."

"I don't know but the one seemed pissed. You'd think she was one of theirs." The man closes the door and you smirk. Mark, the now named cop, comes over and lifts you up by the arm still not taking the cuffs off but doesn't say a word.

He leads you out to the front room and you see Sam and Dean standing there in suits looking very happy to see you.

"Agents, may I ask what you want with a petty burglar."

"I'm not a-!" Dean cuts you off.

"Sorry officer, above your pay grade." Dean smirks and pulls you over to him and Sam. Sam leads you out of the station and Dean follows.

"Wow boys, I feel special. I'm wanted by the FBI?"

"We were thinking more of a protecting an asset thing but that works too." Sam grins as you all stop at the impala.

"Are you okay?" Dean asks concerned.

"Yeah, just want these damn cuffs off of me." I say moving my wrists towards the side of my body in a weird angle. Sam chuckles and gets in the other side of the car and Dean turns you around to unlock them.

"Jesus Y/N, your wrists are black and blue."

You wince as the the blood flow starts again in your hands and bring your hands to the front of your body, stretching your shoulders.

"Yeah well, I didn't make a great first impression."

Dean grabbed your hands in his and examined the bruising and thin cuts. "Get in. I'll fix you up back at the motel. And you are never the one dealing with cops again."

"Fine by me." You laugh.

"You know I had to hold Dean back from jumping that cop when he first got you." Sam says as You all get in the car.

"Oh yeah?" You question leaning forward and wrapping your hands around Dean. "Were you worried about me Dean?"

"As a matter a fact, I was very worried." That took you by surprise but you covered it up. "That son of bitch shouldn't have laid a hand on you."

"Dean, I'm fine. Promise." You say and place a quick kiss on his cheek. You see him blush in the rear view mirror as you lean back.

"Better be." He mumbles and you and Sam smirk.