Supernatural One Shots

Dean x Male! Reader

(m/n) = Male Name

The bar was dark with the exception of the soft overhead lights and the brighter blue neon string of lights around the mirror behind the long wooden counter. You sat of one of the uncomfortable metal bar-stools and it was hard to find a spot that didn't bother your rear as you sipped your beer and gazed at the deafening party of drunken men. You cringed as you caught a whiff their sweaty stench from where you sat.

Every factor made you wish for the days when the bar had still been small and unknown by the masses. At least they still served your favourite beer.

You swallowed the last drops of the auburn liquid and stood to leave when you were stopped at the sudden appearance of a tall man with dark hair and a flirtatious smile.

"Don't tell me you're leaving already. Next drinks are on me." Before you could protest he had slipped onto the stool next to you and was waving at the bartender for more beer.

You retook your place at the counter and smiled. You didn't know what it was about him but you realized that the uncomfortableness of the stool no longer bothered you. As the beers arrived, he handed one to you. The cold glass tingled your fingertips.

"The name's Dean."

"I'm (m/n)."

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As the night grew darker and the bar filled with more men, you started to enjoy Dean's company. He was downing bottle after bottle and yet somehow remained mostly sober. The only evidence to show the extreme side of his drinking was the slight slur to his voice. Even that was hard to detect unless you were listening for it though.

You had stopped drinking hours before but he was good to talk to and unwind with, even if he was continuously flirting with you. It was true that he was doing that towards all the ladies as well as a few men but he seemed to take special attention to you.

It was close to midnight when another man entered the bar and headed towards Dean. You noticed him among the crowds because he was taller than anyone else there and wore a serious expression across his face.

"Heya, Sammy. Meet (m/n). (m/n), this is my brother Sam." Dean smiled. The new man, Sam, mumbled a quick hello towards you before bending and whispering into Dean's ear. The only words you caught had to do with hunting, making you curious as to why he felt the need to keep it a secret. Dean's smile faded and he faced you.

"It was nice meeting you, (m/n). We have some important business to take care of and I hope to see you again tomorrow. We'll be in town for a few more days." With that he turned his back and followed his brother through the crowd and into the brisk air.

You made your own way outside and went to go home. You couldn't stop thinking about him though Dean was a really nice fellow but what could've been so important?

Curiosity soon got the better of you and you were following the distant men. It didn't take you more than five minutes to quietly catch up. Following as quietly as you could, you soon realized their destination, the forest at the edge of town.

A black impala was parked on the road that ran alongside the trees. They reached the car and popped open the trunk. You struggled to see what they were grabbing but the glint of several guns caught your eye. Suddenly, you didn't know whether it was truly safe to follow.

Dean also grabbed a duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder before closing the trunk. They strolled into the woods with you still following. As soon as you entered the dense forest, they disappeared from your sight. It didn't help that the dense leaves overhead cut out almost all of the light from the town and the full moon overhead.