Broken Apart (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Spa Day

As soon as Sam and Dean left the hotel room, you made your way down to the spa. A little nervous, since it was your first time truly ever pampering yourself. The hallway to the spa was painted a pale blue, calming as classical music played softly from the speakers. Woman of various ages passed by you, dressed in fluffy white robes. Some even had green masks on their faces or white spreaders on their toes.

"How can I help you?" A young woman, dressed in khakis and a blue polo shirt asked. She was standing behind the main desk, a smile on her face.

"I believe I have an appointment." You announced, feeling silly. You were a hunter, you weren't meant for places like this. You never painted your toes. Sure, your hair was silky and smooth, but that was because of the shampoo you had stolen from Sam, not because you actually took care of it.

Giving her your name, you waited nervously as she typed it into the computer, before whistling softly. "Yes, you do. It looks like you have the VIP pass."

"What's that mean?" You asked her, as she handed you one of the fluffy robes, this one a light blue, along with a keycard.

"It means you can go into any of our rooms, and you don't have to wait. You bypass the lines." She explained, handing the items over.

"So, I can do whatever?" You asked her, and she nodded before guiding you down the hall to a small locker room. Pointing you to the locker, she continued.

"Yep, but I suggest starting with the massage first. Henry's here for only another hour, and he's simply the best." She said. "You can place your clothes in your locker, all you need to wear is the robe."

Nibbling on your lip, you quickly shed your clothes, grateful there was no one else in the locker room. Tying the robe securely around you, you glanced at the map, making your way out of the room. Knocking on the door marked 23, a young, very blond man opened it.

"Ooh, a VIP." He answered, a slight accent to his voice. "We don't get them very often. Come in."

Stepping into the room, you saw the massage table laid out in the middle, with candles lit throughout the room. "I'll be right back. Take your robe off, lay face down on the bed. You can use this towel to cover your lower self." He instructed, leaving the room.

As you placed your robe on the hanger, you wondered if Dean really knew what was going to happen. If he had realized that you were going to be naked in front of another man. Even if you were laying down on a table, you knew he wouldn't like it. He was possessive.

Henry came back a brief time later, getting to work without any delay. You melted like butter under his touch, your muscles relaxing for the first time since you could remember. "Have you ever had a massage?" He asked you, and you shook your head. "Your muscles are strong, very strong for a woman your size. But they are tight, with both tension and use. And these scars."

"I have a rough job." Was all you told him.

Almost an hour passed before he was satisfied with your work. Standing up, you almost fell back over as your muscled refused to follow your command. "That happens. Your muscles are relaxed, which isn't the norm in your case. I suggest going and getting a pedicure. They have smoothies you can drink, will help rehydrate your body."

Hours later, feeling like a different person, you went back to your locker, grabbing your clothes. Instead of changing there, with at least five other women, you kept the robe on, making your way out into the main part of the hotel. People were coming and going. Couples heading into the fancy restaurant for date, families heading into the complimentary buffet. A couple of men glanced your way, and you weren't sure if it was because you were wearing the robe, or if they liked the way you looked. As you waited for the elevator, one man, handsome and around your age came up to you.