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Drunk fights arent good

Dean X Reader

Smutt

Today was the greatest day. You weren't sure why, but you were feeling  happy and elegant as ever. You were feeling better than a unicorn on steroids. But who the hell was to know what that was like. All you were caring about was going out and partying tonight. You were showered, shaved in all places, hair done, clothes all picked out, and had your favorite black lace set on. Your boots making the outfit all the more sexier. Which you really weren't aiming for. That bar up the road had you rooting for yourself because it was always stacked to the brim with hot ass men. Yea you thought Dean was hot too, but in this life. Relationships never last, you always end up apart or dead. Though it was 10 o'clock at night, you still felt the need to party. All day you had a smug little grin on your face. Dean missed it but Sam on the other hand noticed it. He asked exactly what you were up too but you didn't give him any detail. But he sure was wondering what had you in such a mood. Your hair was up in a messy bun, which you did not care about, and your most comfortable jean shorts were on. Along with that very revealing tank top and Dean's over shirt. It was a little large, but you had tied it in the front to make your outfit look cute as you would call it. Heels were never your style, you didn't want to break your neck or ankle so you stuck with heavy boots all the time. They were trusty enough to get you through everything. You could kick ass, and still look even better just because you were wearing boots. But that all didn't matter. You were always at the top of your game, you didn't need to worry.

In the midst of your thoughts you had realized the night was getting later and the party was only going to last so long. So you left your bedroom looking like a queen without a special hairdo and or makeup. You had to keep quiet because Dean was a light sleeper and Sam of course was normally up at this hour sometimes. You could take the front door but that was unpredictable at times. On a daily bases it squeaked and on a daily bases it closed with a bang. And the garage door was too loud to open. So either way you were sort of stuck inside the bunker. As you quietly made your way out into the library and quickly to the stares, a sudden light clicked on and you stopped dead in your tracks. You had been caught, and you had no idea how to explain yourself. "Say, what's someone like you that needs to go to a place at this hour Y/N?" It was Sam and you knew you couldn't lie to him at any cost. He always found out or caught you in the midst of your lie. "Ok you remember how I had a smug look on my face today during our hunt?" "Yes." His face wasn't amused to see your outfit, but he paid attention. The man was honestly your brother and protective over you, so he hated to see guys hit on his little "sister". "Well I've been feeling really awesome today and wanted to go out for a drink. My confidence level has been in the high hundreds and I'm not sure why. So I thought I could treat myself to a drink." "Uh huh, and the outfit? Who's that for?" "Excuse me Mr. Asksquestionstoodamnmuch, but I like my outfit. I understand you're over protective, but I'm on a role tonight." "Ok. I want you back by 2, no later. And NO sex Y/N. Understand??" "Yes father I understand. I love you Sam." You walked over and kissed his cheek as he kissed yours making your way back to the door. "Love you too. And Y/N?" You stopped. "Yes Sam?" He had care in his eyes and a bit of worry. "You have your blade and phone?" "Yes." "Stay safe." "I will." Tonight he was really into something. Like he knew something bad was bound too happen, but not really knowing what exactly. As soon as you left you hopped in the convertible in the drive way and made your way to the bar. When you got there, you smiled noticing your favorite bartender up behind the bar. Your confidence level was boosting and your strut inside the bar made you all the more happier. "Hey Steve!" "What's going on with you tonight?" He smiled at you noticing that smug look you wore all day. "I don't know but I'm feeling fantastic. Hit me with whiskey could ya?" "Three shots?" He pulled out the glass bottle and ducked behind the bar. "You know it." You winked as he poured the drinks in making that smug turn into a grin. "Knock yourself out doll. I gotta treat these young fellas to a coke, maybe it might sober them up before a bar fight starts." He winked and walked over trading their vodka based whiskeys in for a coke. Whether they knew what the difference was, it made them look even more stupid. Tonight was going to be a long run, but you didn't care. Guys and girls all around laughing and joking having a grand ol' time while you sat alone. Maybe it would have been better bringing Sam along tonight. But you didn't need a supervisor, you were 25 not 6. Trailing back to reality you downed the first two shots, but before you reached the last one a drunk guy came over and sat down next to you. He eyed you a little to closely and you shifted in your seat uncomfortably. "Hey little lady~ What's a doll like you doin' here all alone?~" you turned and smiled politely. "None of your damn business is all." You said it as sweetly as you could and turned away to down your third shot. All you could hear was a low growl and from your preferal vision, you saw him get up and walk away. You were glad he had left because if he hadn't, you would've had to call Steve over to get the guy out of your face. But nonetheless, the guy was gone and you were left to yourself. "Why you looking so down?" Steve had come back and poured you three more shots only to sit and wait for your answer. "I don't know, I was feeling better than usual. Like I did something right today." "Did you get another successful takedown?" You knew what he meant. Since you had moved into town, he had a couple hunters pass through maybe once every three months. So for him, he knew allll about the business of hunting. "No, that's just it, nothing happened. No one died." He thought carefully, but he couldn't grasp an idea. "Did you get into trouble before you left?" Sam hadn't yelled at you, just asked questions. Dean didn't even know you were gone. And when Dean doesn't know about things, it always ends up in a bad situation. And then it dawned on you. "Well, Dean doesn't know I'm here." He could have almost done a face palm if it weren't for the other people in the bar. "I know Dean by now Y/N, you shoulda told him you left." You didn't want him to know, that was the thing. "Yea, but every time he knows, I either have to change or he comes with." He just chuckled and shook his head. "Have it your way hun. Just don't get too drunk, I might have to drive ya home." "You bet Steve!" You giggled to yourself and pushed that horrible feeling away. And yet again your confidence level boosting. On days like these, you should have been relaxing but you weren't. You were out on the night trying to get yourself a good ol' buzz.