Night Falls: Chapter 17
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.
Word Count: 3,057
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A/N: I really can’t believe we’re 17 chapters into this story! I really wasn’t sure if this idea would amount to much, and now, it may be the story I try to publish once I finish (and of course edit a billion times). Thank you all for supporting this story. Your support has definitely been a driving factor into keeping this story going (despite how slowly it’s going).
And I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but chapter 18 is a doozy and I want one long chapter for everything that’s about to happen.
As usual, hit up @attractiverandomness with any tags you may need and send her a quick “thank you” for being so badass.
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Dean steps out of the room and pulls the door shut behind him, letting his head fall against the same wood he had you pressed against just a short while ago.
What the fuck did I just do? Dean runs a hand through his hair.
If he thought he was in deep shit before, he had no clue what the fuck kind of trouble he was in now.
Turns out, Bobby and Cas had every right to be worried.
They knew this was going to happen, yet Dean was dumb enough to think that between your piss poor attitude and the fact that you seemed just as annoyed by him as he was of you, that nothing would ever change between the two of you.
Sure, he had been more protective of you than he had been with any other witness, but what Bobby and Cas seemed to not get was that it had nothing to do with the fact that you were cute–okay, more than cute. But you represented the one thing he had been chasing his entire life; revenge.
Pain in the ass or not, he was going to fight with everything in him to keep you safe.
But between the bickering and backhanded comments, he began to see not just a witness who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but a woman, a strong woman, you took no bullshit and was unapologetic for it. You had taken this entire situation in stride, making the best of it by befriending your agents and even making them feel like you were apart of some strange little family. Hell, you had even gotten Ralph to like you, and that was a feat in and of itself. You had this way about you that just lit up a room whenever you walked by, and not even Zazel could make you feel small or weak.
You were much more than Dean ever imagined you would be, and he found himself going out of his way to be around you or make you smile. Despite that fact that he hadn’t felt this type of exhaustion since he was in training, he couldn’t find himself to leave you, not even for a day. Sure, you were the most important witness he would probably ever have, and Dean could tell Bobby and Cas that all day, but Dean knew that it was just a cover. He wanted to see you. Wanted to make sure you were safe. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you if he could have prevented it, and not just because the trial would potentially flop without you.
And he wasn’t blind; he saw the shift in you too–how you smiled when he walked into a room, how you sat closer to him on the couch when you watched tv, how you went to him with any fear you were having about this whole situation. Or the hungry glint that he’d seem to catch in Y/E/C eyes every time Cas stepped out of the room and it was the two of you alone.
But the problem was, what happened between you wasn’t just some hook up–not that he was the first agent to ever sleep with a witness. But what happened between the two of you felt so much more than that.
That was the problem. Because there was no way in hell that the two of you would be able to walk away from this and pretend that it meant nothing.
He had no idea what this meant for the two of you; this couldn’t happen again, no matter how amazing it was–the way you ground against him, your hips curling and bucking below him…
He shakes his head, clearing the memory.
He couldn’t be distracted like this, not with so much at stake.
The best thing for the two of you would be to try to pretend it never happened.
And not just because his job was at stake. Not just because everything he had been working towards from the night his mother was murdered could be taken away from him because of a moment of weakness.
What if someone had broken into the house while he was busy doing the damn horizontal bop with you? He would have been found quite literally with his pants down and wouldn’t have been able to protect you–the one thing he suppose to do.
He let his feelings for you get in the way once. He couldn’t let it happen again. Not until Zazel was locked away and you were safe.
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THAT LAST LINE was so clever oh my god way to stick the landing @deanwritings
Needed to end with a mic drop
