Trialed Love (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Chapter Four: The First Case

As you walked out to the shiny black Impala, Sam was explaining the details of the case. "Alright so five teenagers have gone missing over the past six months, the local police don't have any leads as to who could be behind this. All of the victims were on the honor roll and they seem pretty clean cut." He looks back up from the newspaper he was reading off of. "This sounds like our kind of thing." He states as he glances to you in the back seat.

"I don't know Sammy, this just sounds like a normal kidnapping to me," Dean suggests as he begins to pull out onto the road.

"I mean there is always a possibility of it being our kind of thing, why not just go and take a look." You say as you grab the newspaper from Sam.

"Yeah, see Dean, (Y/N) has the right idea." Sam agrees before he gets on his phone to try and find what could possibly be the culprit of these crimes. You soon followed suit with your research as Dean drove late into the night until you reached your destination. "Naperville Illinois, I read once that this is supposedly the safest city in the country." Sam tiredly says as he grabs his stuff from the trunk of the Impala.

"Not right now it isn't," Dean adds before grabbing your bag from the trunk and slamming it close. "Here." He said gruffly as he tossed you your belongings.

"Thanks, If you want I can go check us in." You suggest, motioning towards the lobby of the run down motel.

"Sure, that would be great (Y/N)." Sam beams, a smile on his face.

You walk into the lobby and ask for two rooms. "Unfortunately we only have one that's available, but it has two beds!" The man working the front desk adds before typing something into the computer.

"I guess that will have to work. I'll take it." You say, a little unsure of how the sleeping arrangements would go only having two beds. You walk back outside, Sam and Dean were leaning against the car talking before you interrupted. "Bad news, they only had one room left." You stated before tossing the room key to Dean.

"We will figure out a sleeping arrangement," Sam said as he followed Dean to your room number. Dean opened the door and looked inside. There were two beds and a small couch.

"I can sleep on the couch." You suggest as you toss your bag onto a small table in the corner of the room.

"That works with me," Dean adds before he plops himself onto one of the queen-sized beds.

"Come on Dean, these beds are plenty big enough for two people. I would share, but I'm not exactly a normal sized person." Scolding Dean, Sam sits on the corner on the bed opposite of Dean.

"Fine, (Y/N) you can share with me, just stick to your side of the bed and don't move too much or I will kill you," Dean grumbles as he gets up and grabs a change of clothes. He heads towards the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You sat quietly with your pajamas in hand until Dean came out of the bathroom. You change into a pair of sleeping shorts and a thin tank top. You wash your face and brush our teeth before you open the door. When you walk out you notice Dean is already in bed half asleep. Sam was on his laptop waiting for his turn to use the bathroom. You walk over to the bed Dean was in and carefully slide in next to him as you search for sleep. Your heart was pounding because you've never slept next to a guy before, especially one as attractive as Dean. After what felt like hours you finally were able to doze off.

    You woke up shortly after falling asleep because you had to go to the bathroom, but when you tried to get up you realized Dean's arms were wrapped around you tightly. His face showing he was in a deep sleep. You couldn't help but blush as you felt his hand touching some exposed skin on your back. You decided not to wake him up as you tried to go back to sleep. Eventually, sleep once again took over your body and the next thing you knew you were woken up by an already dressed Dean.

    "Hey sleepy head, get ready. We are going to get some breakfast then go investigate." Dean uttered at you before walking out of the door. You quickly ran to the bathroom to get ready, you changed into your FBI get up and brushed your teeth and put your hair up in a sophisticated looking ponytail. You walked out of the now empty motel room to find Sam and Dean leaning against the car yet again. "I didn't know you cleaned up so nice." Dean laughed, a tinge of mocking in his voice.

"Yeah, same goes to you, Winchester." You snapped back at his sassy remark.

"I think we should head out now, I'm starving," Sam suggests before climbing into the passenger seat of the Impala. Once you close your door Dean pulls out of the motel parking lot to find the nearest diner. Lucky for you it was only about a five-minute drive.

"I cannot wait to eat all the bacon this place has to offer." You joked as you closed your door.

"Are you sure you're not me?" Dean implied as he began walking towards the entrance.

"I'm sure, I'm a lot better looking." You had a playful smile plastered on your face as you through the door Dean was holding open. The three of you took a seat in a booth, you were squished next to Dean once again, but it wasn't all that bad. The two of you seemed to be getting along a lot better today.

"So I was doing research on the case and it says the first victim went missing six months ago tomorrow," Sam says as he leans forward to try to contain the privacy of the conversation.

"That's not that abnormal Sammy," Dean says, a serious look was set onto his face.

"No that's not what is weird." Sam takes a sip of the coffee the waitress brought over. "What is weird is the fact that all of the kidnappings have happened on the same day of each month. So if we don't act fast we could have a sixth victim." He adds, a look of sorrow on his face.

"What do you think it could be?" You question as the waitress brings the three of you the food you ordered earlier.

"I'm not sure yet, we need to ask the families about the disappearance of their kids and see if something ties together," Sam says before opening his laptop next to his half eaten food. "It says here the victim lived on 5th avenue."

"Do you know where the other victims lived?" You quietly asked.

"Not yet, but a quick stop at the police station to get the case file should answer our questions," Sam says closing his laptop as he paid for the meal.

"Alright, so we stop at the police station, get the files on these kids, then question their families about their kids. Simple enough." Dean chimes in as he opened his door to the Impala.