Dean x Reader: Protection

Chapter Five

You had picked up some beer on your way back to the bunker, so as to not raise any suspicion. You continually played with the radio and counted random objects on the drive back, but nothing could distract you from the slip of paper that sat heavily in your pocket, the slip of paper that contained Crowley's first set of directions and demands.

"Did you get any beer while you were out?" Dean asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you. You grinned and pulled out a case of beer.

"Way ahead of you, Mister," You replied. Sam rolled his eyes and faked a gag.

"I think I liked it better when I didn't know you guys were together," He commented, snagging a beer and heading into the library. You laughed and kissed Dean on the cheek. Together you sat on the couch and decided to put on a random movie, sipping your beers. After that movie finished you put on another, and another, until you had finished too many beers to count and too many movies to keep track of.

"Well, I'd love to sit through another guns blazing action flick, but I really must talk to your little pet here, Winchester," A voice said behind you, causing both you and Dean to spin around and aim your guns. Behind the couch stood Crowley, his hands in his pockets and if you weren't mistaken, a frantic look about him. Dean sighed.

"What do you want?" He asked, clearly annoyed that movie night had been interrupted. Crowley sighed.

"Are you deaf, Squirrel? I need to talk to your girlfriend!" It took a few seconds for him to realise his mistake, but by the time he had, Dean was at his throat with a knife. You quickly tried to pull Dean off of him as Crowley simply rolled his eyes. "I don't have enough time to explain! Just- let me talk to ____!" You don't think you had ever heard Crowley seem so desperate, so you whispered to Dean that you would explain later, and almost instantly Crowley snapped his fingers and you were both in his office. You turned to Crowley.

"What happened?" You asked, setting your hands on your hips. Crowley poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. You took that as a bad sign. "Don't tell me you broke our deal! It hasn't even been a day!" You could feel yourself getting agitated as well, all the while Crowley drank and rubbed his temple.

Finally, he spoke. "I didn't break our deal, but..." He trailed off, and you rolled your eyes.

"But what?" You asked.

"But... something knows..." You felt your cheeks heat up as you took in what that meant. Crowley continued. "I don't know how they got the information... there must be a breech in my security... but I swear to you all that is in Heaven and Hell, that I did not break our deal. Someone stole this... information."

"This information literally has my life and Dean's life in its hands! We both-" Your rant was interrupted by the ringing of your cell phone, making both you and Crowley roll your eyes.

You looked at the ID. Dean.

"Hey babe what's up?" You said, watching Crowley take another sip of his drink.

Dean's voice was low, just barely above a whisper. "We don't have nice pillows anymore," He said, and you froze. Your face, luckily, did not give anything away, as Crowley simply started stared at a picture of himself.

You tried to keep your voice level. "Should I get some?" You asked.

"Yeah... quickly too." There was the sound of a crash and he hung up. You took a deep breath, and looked over at Crowley, who was staring at you quizzically. You gave him your best smile.

"I need to go back to the bunker now."

He hesitated. "But-"

"NOW!"

A/N Hey y'all! So in case someone doesn't understand:

"We dont have nice pillows anymore" means that the bunker has been compromised.

"Should I get some?" means do I need to come and help

I thought it would be cool to have some of their code words and phrases (cause ya know whoever dates Dean will definitely have those with him). Anyways I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~Sofaloofa