DEAN WINCHESTER
Characters: Demon, Sam, Dean x Reader
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Status: Hunting Partners ft. Feelings
Storyline: You guys were working on a case where you needed to charm the demon but you end up charming Dean due to mutual feelings.
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"Did you find anything?" You ask Sam and Dean as you check your computer screen for literally... anything on the demon you were hunting.
"Nothing. I feel like it doesn't even exist." Sam says shutting down his computer as well as Dean. "Man, I know you hate asking favors from him but I think we need his help."
Dean sighs nodding. "Desperate measures, I guess." You watch him take his phone out and speed dial number 4.
Speed dial 1 is Sammy, 2 is you, 3 used to be Bobby but now Castiel and 4, the King of Hell, Crowley.
"Crowley, it's Dean. Listen, I hate asking you favors but I need to burrow your Demon Black Book." He pressed the speaker button.
"What for?"
"We're on this case and we can't find any information on the demon we're hunting down."
"Why would I contribute to this little hunt of yours?"
"Crowley..." you start saying his name with a pleading tone.
"Fine, bring your three asses here. We'll check it over." The line went dead.
"Every single time! You say his name with your delicate voice and he falls immediately under your spell. Next time, you call him." Dean says making you roll your eyes.
"What can I say? I have a lot of charm."
You take Dean's car keys and play with it. "Let's go."
Dean snatches away his keys, "hell no."
"Y/N always good to see you."
"Dean. Moose." Sam coughs at his given nickname. "So? What are you guys searching for?" Crowley asks as he slams his book on the table which you grab instantly.
"Not there! It's not there! No Leporem!"
Crowley's expression changes. "Leporem? Charmer? Are you hunting the demon of Charm? Are you insane?"
Crowley explained to you how Leporem is the most dangerous demon. Apparently, he can kill everyone who you cared for or of, with just one blink of the eyes. "Is there a way to kill it?"
"By charming the demon. You need to win his game." Crowley scratches his head. "Do you know anyone who has a lot of charm enough to charm a demon?"
"No," Dean answers immediately.
"What do you mean no? You have me!"
"Y/N. You're not putting yourself in danger." Sam says defending his brother.
"Dean, please. You know I have charm. And, I'm in danger every day but with you guys around, I feel safer." You look at Dean with pleading eyes. "I wouldn't be here without you guys. I know I messed up a couple of times and you were always there when I needed you. Especially you, Dean. You make my life so much easier, and I love you for it. Sammy, you're the brother I never had, even the best friend I never had. Now, it's time that I do something for you guys."
"Oh Y/N, I just, I just don't want you to get hurt. I can't lose you." You heard Sam chuckle like he understood what you were doing.
"Dean," he starts. "What do you think she's doing?"
Dean looks at you then at Sam. He shakes his head laughing, then points at you. "You're good. God damn, you're good. Fine, charm the motherfucker."
You nod in satisfaction. "I meant everything I said."
"Yeah, me too."
