INITIUM - Supernarural Season One [Dean Winchester x Reader]

XIX - Provenance

"So you're a skill scout," you ask the man, leaning across the table from you.

"Yeah, I am," he replies with a flirty smile.

"And you're looking for amazing people to star in your next show?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. You stir the ice in your water with your straw, eyes gleaming in the colorful lights of the bar.

"Guilty," he admits, raising up his hands in defense.

You giggle and allow a smile to stretch your lips. "Then tell me, Tony, what's so special about me?"

"Are you kidding me? Look at you!" the man exclaims, gesturing at you with outstretched arms. Your face heats with a blush. "You're gorgeous, a perfect face for TV, and you've got style, though it is a bit modest. And your personality is just," his eyes widen, "phenomenal."

"Phenomenal, huh? We've been talking for how long? Five minutes?" you question, looking to the clock on the wall. In the process, you spot Dean chatting up a young woman with a deep v-line. You glance back down at yourself in your jeans and hoodie. Guess I do dress a bit modest.

"You're a people pleaser, love taking care of others. You've got this innocent glow about you that makes everyone smile when they look at you," Tony rattles off. Your blush deepens and you advert your eyes, embarrassed. "But there's this fire in your eyes. A ferocity that only a few live to see."

"Wow, you make me sound like I'm some rabid creature," you mutter, glancing back at Tony.

"Not rabid," he corrects you with a smile, "enchanting."

You snort and quickly cover up your mouth and nose when you do so.

Tony laughs, thinking your behaviour is adorable and grins. "So, got a boyfriend you'll be leaving when you join my show?"

A faint smile appears on your lips as you shake your head. "No."

"Good, good," he replies, his smile broadening.

"But..." you begin. Tony groans and gives you pouty face. "I would be leaving some very important people, so I don't think I can join your show."

Tony sighs. "How about I just give you my number just in case you change your mind?" he suggests.

Not wanting to be rude, you accept. Tony scribbles down his number on a napkin and hands it to you proudly. "Don't lose it," he remarks as you take the napkin.

"I won't," you reassure him, folding up the napkin before stuffing it into your pocket. "Bye, Tony," you say, smiling at the man as you walk away.

"See ya, kid," he replies and takes a hefty drink of his beer.

You plop onto the seat next to Sammy at his table. "Hey, Sammy."

"Good timing, I was just about to call you over here." Sam glances at the man you left behind whose already chatting with another person. "I'm assuming things didn't go well?"

"No," you reply. "Things went great. He was just someone to talk to."

Sam hums. He looks at you with wide eyes, waiting for you to spill, to come to terms with your feelings for Dean.

"Sam," you groan, annoyed.

"Y/n." Sammy wiggles his eyebrows.

You smack his arm. "Stop that."

Sam chuckles then goes back to skimming the paper.

Your eyes slide over to Dean where he stands at the bar flirting with the woman from before. "How long have they been talking?" you ask, rhetorically, but Sam answers anyways.