Beer, Sarcasm, and The Job | Dean Winchester x Reader

Family Business [24]

Nicole bit into her burger with a satisfied moan, making Dean looked up at her.

"Woah, slow your roll, tiger." Dean chuckled before taking a bite of his own burger. She tried to speak, but whatever words she tried to say were indistinguishable because of the food still in her mouth. Dean laughed, trying his best to contain the food in his own mouth.

"So, what do we plan on doing today?" Nicole asked as she finally swallowed the mouthful of food she had exposed herself to. Dean thought about his answer for a few moments before looking at her and smiling softly.

"Wanna try dipping our feet into the whirlpool of madness that is Bobby's house before we dive right in?" He asked as he rummaged in his coat pocket for his phone. She blinked, sort of shocked that he was even suggesting that.

"Like, calling them? Bobby and Rufus?" She asked, setting her food down on her bunch of napkins. Dean nodded, flipping his phone open with his eyebrows raised.

"You sure you don't want to do anything less life threatening, like going on a hunt or fist fighting God." She asked. He chuckled and continued to dial Bobby's phone number. It rung for only a few moments before the phone clicked.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" Dean asked, shock written all over his face.

"Yes."

"What in Billy Jean are you just saying hello for? Be angry, be anxious, be something." Dean growled, and Nicole giggled like a school girl.

"Oh, no, I'm mad. I'm furious, boy, just know the only thing stopping me from mauling your tail is Nicole." Bobby spat over the opposite end of the phone. Dean nodded confidently, making Nicole raise an eyebrow.

"Good to know you're still alive, Bobby."

"You keep me young."

"So, should I expect a shotgun shell and a gunshot wound or a bear skin couch with matching pillows and strawberry champagne?" Dean asked, leaning back in his seat. Nicole chuckled, still amused by how calm Dean looked through the entire situation.

"Option one, ol' Rufie here ain't too happy about you stealing his kid. Be careful out there, he owns a car, a driver's license, and a gazillion guns, and I can't stop him from beating down your door any time soon." Bobby warned with only a little bit of sarcasm. Dean bit his lip and hummed his response.

"You talk to your brother yet?"

"Once, this morning. He wanted to know where we were but I'm thinking Rufus is controlling him to find out where I've hidden Nicole's body." He answered, winking at Nicole as he ended his statement. She giggled again, kicking his shin lightly.

"I'm not so sure, Sam wouldn't do that to you. After all, he is your brother." Dean rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Fine, I'll call him."

"Good, he's been worried about you. When you two went missing, he went insane trying to find you, so you kinda need to give him this." Bobby told him, only half kidding.

"Bye, Bobby." He rolled his eyes, then looking over at Nicole. She snickered, enjoying his suffering. He hung up the phone and decided to text his brother their coordinates.

"So, Sammy's third wheeling?" Nicole asked, taking another bite of her burger. Dean nodded, inhaling a handful of fries.

"You should expect him to try and hurt me when he gets here. Kinda took his sister." He shrugged, making Nicole perk up.

"I'm sorry, sister?" She asked, dropping her burger. Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, you didn't know that's what you were? Cole, we would kill for you. Continents would perish." Dean told her, and she smiled devilishly.

"It's kinda weird that we're messing around while your brother thinks of me like a little sister." Nicole laughed, and Dean snorted, making Nicole laugh even harder.

"Wait, but you're older than him." Dean pointed out, and her head tilted sideways.

"I am? By how much?"

"Two years, he's 23."

"Oh my god, I didn't know that." She laughed, and he chuckled. Dean stopped, remembering what his father told him about females in the family business.

"Dean, are you okay?" Nicole asked, noticing the sudden change in his mood. He looked up at her and nodded, making her raise her eyebrows.

"I just remembered something my dad tought me about having any romantic relationships while in the family business." He sighed, looking off into the distance behind her. She perked up and smiled.

"What, your old man tell you that us chicks all die or think you're nuts?" She asked, tilting her head to the side. Dean chuckled and nodded softly.

"Alright, well news flash, Winchester. I just so happen to know how to take care of myself just fine. I'm in the business too, which means that I ain't dying anytime soon, so don't give your hopes up. I'm sticking around for awhile, and whether we become somethin' more or just stay the way we are now is up to you, Rookie." She smiled, using an over-played western accent as she spoke. Dean chuckled, but realized that she was right. She could protect herself so it would be reasonable to give the "dating thing" a shot.

"Cole, I would never forgive myself if you got hurt or even killed and I wasn't there to save you. You're my weakness, and if the bad kind of people know that, then that puts you at risk. Not just demons and such, but Crowley. I want us to be something more, believe me, but if you got hurt I..." Dean rambled, trying to find the correct words. Nicole smiled again, this time softer.

"I have the same concerns, Dean, but I trust myself and I trust you. Do you hear that?" She asked, stopping to make sure he was paying attention.

"Hm?" Nicole rolled her eyes with a smile and picked his chin up so he could look into her hazel eyes.

"I trust you." Dean bit his lip, and nodded, making Nicole let go of his face.

"Then, I'll do it." He nodded, making his final decision. She tilted her head sideways, throwing him a confused look. He smiled at her semi innocence.

"Nicole, will you be my girlfriend?" Dean asked as he found her hazel eyes. She smiled widely and giggled, sliding out of her seat. When she took her place next to Dean, he flashed her a confused look. She rolled her eyes and leaned down to cup his face in her hands and kiss him. The kiss was filled with passion as their lips moved in sync, Dean's hands finding their favorite place on the space in between her hips and her sides. When she finally broke free, she smiled down at him.

"Does that answer your question?" Dean rolled his eyes with a smirk.

"No, maybe you should do it again so I could fully understand what you're trying to tell me." He teased as she sat down. She giggled, but was cut off as a bell ringing chimed, overpowering her own voice. Dean looked over at the diner's front door, and their stood his younger brother, looking as mad as a neutered bull.