Tell Me a Story 2
Description: With the first interaction with Chuck almost over and done with, Dean and Y/n have to figure out how the heck this is going to work. Some mafia business goes awry, but when has anything gone to plan?
Word count: 4,581 (guys this is over twice as long as the first part, this is ridiculous)
Pairing: cop!Dean x mafia!reader
Square filled: Moodboard
Warnings: knives, pain, a little blood
Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist
A/n: Part two also goes with @girl-next-door-writes Bingo challenge! Btw this whole fic is based on me wanting to write the first part of this chapter so there's that too.
“I don’t know sir, I’m not much of a story teller.”
“Come on Dean.”
“Tell me a story.”
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“Well I’ll do my best.” Dean glanced at me, trying to decide how this would go. “If I remember right sweetheart, you called me?”
“Yeah!” I wracked my brain as quick as I could, “It was a wrong number call. I think I was trying to order take out.” Oh my gosh that was so stupid.
“But with me in a new city, a new job, I wanted to talk for a bit,” Dean squeezed my hand, “we decided to keep in touch and the rest is history!”
Chuck just looked at us for a bit, an unamused look on his face, “You’re right, you aren’t much of a story teller.”
Dean’s finger twitched against my hand, and I had to admit, that in this moment it was comforting. At least I was going to die next to a pretty nice dude.
“But whatever. You guys go claim some territory or something.”
Chuck seemed so complacent that it made a spark of anger ignite inside of me.
“Chuck, we’re not some teenage boy gang that spray paints wall-”
He had advanced towards me and had his hand roughly grabbing the base of my jaw, a few of his fingers pressing into my neck. He was just enough taller than me to wretch my face up painfully. I let out a grunt, but otherwise shut up.
“You are whatever I damn well tell you you are, Starling. Now go claim some territory.” He roughly shoved my face to let go. He quickly fixed his sleeves and patted Dean on the arm, “Sorry for touching the merchandise. You kids have fun now.” He turned on his heel and walked out of the building without a second thought.
There was a moment were nobody moved from the room. In the last few minutes it made it easy to forget that there were more than just Dean and I there. I wasn’t the highest ranking person in the room, but the list got messy sometimes.
“Alright, you heard the man,” I sighed. But still nobody moved, “I said let’s go!”
The members surrounding me rushed from their stationary positions to exit the building. I moved to follow but the tug on my arm reminded me that I was still holding Dean’s hand. I couldn’t decipher the look he had on his face, but it wasn’t a good one.
I gave him a soft nod with a squeeze of the hand before letting go and following the group. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me, but he made no effort in catching up to walk by my side.
“What a guy you got.”
I huffed, “Hello to you too Meg.”
“He’s hot. Ask if he’s got any hot friends he can hook me up with alright? Or you can just let me have him.” She nudged me a little in jest.
“Any other requests, Cockroach?”
She shoved me a bit harder, “Just don’t get in the way of my spray paint.”
I laughed as she ran up to the front of the pack, wanting to pick the spot to throw some paint.
I stuffed my hands in my pockets, slouching a bit as I followed the pack, wanting to be in my own thoughts.
A hand wrapping around my shoulders caused me to stiffen and straightened my back. I glanced to my side to find that Dean was the one walking next to me now. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, maybe trying to keep up the front that Chuck gave us. I relaxed a little bit, loosened my jaw, but my posture remained straight.
“You expect someone else?” Dean kept his eyes facing forward, not even glancing in my direction.
I mimicked his expression, “The boys tend to try and get handsy.”
He hummed and patted my shoulder, “So that didn’t go to plan.”
I turned to look at him and waited until he looked at me. I shook my head softly as if to say, “Not now, not here.”
He nodded, just as softly, as if to tell me that he understood.
We walked silently down the streets, just far enough behind the group to be separate, but close enough to see where they were going. I know I said we weren’t a teenage boy gang, but sometimes I did wonder. By their behavior alone, you would think they were some stupid seventeen year olds, roughing each other up, looking for trouble. Fortunately to some, they were intimidating enough from experience for people to not try and mess with them.
By the time Dean and I caught up, Meg had already gotten the spray paint out. She would never admit it to anyone out loud, but she enjoyed this. And she was good at it too. She ordered some of the boys around, some to help her with the graffiti, others to keep watch and to keep people away.
I took a second to think, I was lousy at painting (not that I didn’t try), and I figured this was as good a time as any to talk to Dean. Now the question was how to get alone.
The answer was I had to swallow my pride.
I turned my body towards Dean, one hand at the small of his back, the other gripping the front of his shirt, “Hey guys...” That got their attention. “You’ve got this covered, right?” I bit my lip a little, trying to sell it.
“If you don’t get out of here with him right now, I will shoot you myself,” Benny was leaning against a wall with a bemused smile on his face.
I shot him a wink and grabbed Dean’s hand to pull him away, “Duly noted Gaterson.”
“You sure do know how to pick ‘em lover boy!”
Dean let out a single laugh in response as I dragged him a block away into a secluded ally way.
We walked into a shadowy area to get as much seclusion as possible. I let go of his hand and leaned against the wall. I rubbed the heels of my hands into my eyes which pushed my head against the bricks behind me.
“Starling?”
I sighed, “Please don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, I just meant what does it mean, why do you have it?”
I lowered my hands to see him leaning on the wall across from me, “Maybe some other time. All you need to know is everyone has nicknames around here.”
He crossed his arms, “So is lover boy my nickname now?”
I huffed out a laugh, “Nah, they’ll call you all sorts of things until something sticks.”
There was a pause. We both knew we were dancing around the real subject I pulled us away for, but I wasn’t sure I knew what to do with it.
“So that didn’t go to plan.” Dean was braver than I was.
“Yeah no shit.” I banged my head against the bricks hard enough to make a sound and tried to dig into the cement with my shoe out of frustration. “To look on the bright side—which I loathe doing by the way—we’re not dead...So there’s that.”
“There is that… Got any suggestions?”
“Why is it that you’re supposed to be the professional and I’m making all the decisions?”
“I don’t know, with your performance and cool composure, I’d say that you’re the professional in this situation.”
I sighed and closed my eyes, “The only thing I can think to do is play along. If it gets too much we can fake a breakup...” This was getting so complicated.
“Fake a breakup? As far as I’m concerned, we’re not actually dating.” I could nearly hear the smirk on his face.
“Really Dean? Really?” He chuckled in response. “Since Chuck already knows that you’re a cop I think the best thing to do is for you to go to work. Be a police officer that’s on the payroll, but be a little more involved.”
“Whatever you say sweetheart.”
I heard voices approaching the ally way that sounded familiar. Then there was a harsh shh to quiet them down.
“Shit,” I looked at Dean, grabbed his jacket and pulled him closer, “You’re gonna have to kiss me.”
I stared at me dumbfoundedly, “What?”
“Look, they think we came over here to make out, if we don’t at least look like we’re making out they’re gonna be suspicious.”
He still looked shocked.
“Shit.” I didn’t want to kiss him on the spot either, so I did the next best thing to make it look like we were making out. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his face down next to my neck slightly angling his body to cover me. The sudden motion caused him to catch himself with his hands against the wall on either side of me.
He wasn’t touching me, but I could feel his startled breathing against my neck. I ran my hand along the back of his neck and through his hair. It was extremely soft. I started making little noises and muttering Dean’s name. To sell the act, naturally.
Dean, once he recovered from his freezing shock started to brush the tip of his nose against my skin which startled me.
I heard a whistle from the end of the ally, “Yeah Ms. Starling! Get some!” The group rounded the corner to see us there. I flipped them off, making them laugh.
I gently tugged at the back of his collar to say it was okay to part now. As he straightened himself I caught his face and left a soft kiss on his cheek.
The group had started to disperse and go their separate ways since we were done putting on a show because they “caught” us.
Dean and I walked side by side out of the ally, by the time we got to the entrance our previous companions had all gone their separate ways.
“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” I started to walk the way we came, back towards the wall Meg was working on.
“No, uh, that was smart of you,” he jogged to catch up with me and shoved his hands into his pockets.
The walk was silent around the block.
Eventually we arrived to see what Meg had done. She had out done herself once again. The wall was covered with a silhouette of an angel. It’s wings were burning as the figure fell. It was intricate as only Meg could be. There were a few lone charred feathers across the wall as well. In the bottom corner an F was painted as if it had fallen over.
“It’s beautiful. How’d she get if done so fast?” Dean stared at the wall in awe.
I nodded, agreeing with him, “I’m pretty sure she made a demon deal, but I don’t know.” I pointed at the painting, “This is just street art, but this,” I pointed at the F, “makes it Fallen territory. Watch for it.” I patted the wall where there wasn’t any paint, “Alright, I’ll call you if something comes up you need to be at. Any questions?”
“Nope, I guess I’ll see you around Miss Y/n.”
I side-eyed him with a smirk before I started to walk towards my apartment.
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Something like a week passed. It was relatively quiet, me minding my own business. I thought it was almost too quiet when I got a call from Meg.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Letterboys are causing some trouble on 5th Avenue. You wanna bring your boy toy to help sort this out?”
I hummed, “I was just thinking that it was getting boring around here. I’ll give him a call and head over.”
“See you, Starling.”
“Uh huh.” I hung up on her and dialed up Dean. I was redirected to his voicemail.
“This is Dean, you know what to do.”
“Hey, we’ve got a territory dispute over on 5th Ave, if you’ve got time you can stop by.”
I left it at that and headed out to show some mafia wannabes that territories aren’t to be messed with. It didn’t take long to see Meg standing off against a guy, maybe twenty-three years old.
“Everyone paired off already?”
“Yeah, I think there’s a straggler that headed west though, you wanna pick him up?”
I slapped her shoulder, “Yeah, I got it.”
I heard her start to make small talk with her challenger, he didn’t stand a chance, “So, how’s the other side of town?”
I chuckled as I started heading West, checking all the nooks and crannies. I eventually came up on a kid walking down an ally, his hood was up, head down.
“Hey kid, you lookin’ for something?”
He looked up at me, “Just heading home ma’am.”
I nodded, “Alright, just, have you happened to see anyone running around with a pointy triangle-ish mark on their wrist?”
He didn’t respond, he just pulled out a switchblade. How cute.
“Look kid, you look too young for this, and I’m too old for this, so why don’t you head back where you came from.” As I spoke I pulled out my own, slightly larger, switchblade.
It seemed like he didn’t want to talk anymore because he started to charge at me.
I smiled, “Alright, have it your way.”
I dodged him at first, but then I started to cut him just enough to sting. That seemed to make him angry to the point where he caught me a couple times too. I started cutting a little bit deeper, hoping he would give up.
“Okay, you’re obviously out of your league, why don’t you go home?”
He made a jab at me, to which I grabbed his wrist to stop him. What I didn’t expect was for him to toss the blade into his other hand and slice a fairly deep cut into my side.
“Dammit!” I shoved him away onto the ground and pulled out my gun from the back of my waistband. I pointed it at him and stepped on the hand with the switchblade, “That’s enough of that.”
He spit some blood onto the cement from the split lip I gave him at some point, “Cheater!”
“Hey, you’re the idiot that brought a knife to a gun fight.”
A single bleep from a siren sounded off behind me. I turned my head to see an unmarked police vehicle on the street.
“Ah, Detective Castiel, nice to see you!” I kept the gun pointed at the kid on the ground. He may not have been the smartest, but he was smart enough to not move.
“Y/n, if you shoot that kid I’m going to have to arrest you.” He didn’t sound amused as he walked around the car.
“I’m only going to shoot him if he tries to stab me again,” I stared at the kid pointedly, “got it?”
He nodded sadly.
I looked back at Cas, “You know, this kid was looking to cause some trouble, so really I’m doing your job for you.”
“Sure.”
“Is that a new trench coat? It looks nice.”
“It is, thank you. Are you going to let him go now?”
“I don’t know,” I looked back at the kid, “are you going to go home and not cause any trouble if I let you go?”
He nodded again.
I stopped pointing my gun at him and stepped off of his hand. He scrambled up and ran back the way he came.
I put my gun back into the back of my waistband, “Kids these days.” I popped my hip as I turned to fully face Cas for the first time tonight, “Chuck still wants you on the payroll, by the way.”
“And you already know what my answer is, Y/n,” he leaned back against the car behind him.
I sighed, “Yeah I do. You’re a good man and a good cop, Cas.”
He smiled, a rare occurrence, but I didn’t mention it. “You’re a good person too, Y/n.”
I laugh halfheartedly, “If you say so… If you say so.” I crossed my arms and felt the wet stickiness from my side, reminding me of my injury. “Anyway, Meg should be about a block east of here if you want to go say hi.”
He rolled his eyes, “Yeah I should see if you guys are causing any other trouble.”
I turned on my heel to head home and clean myself up, “Love you too Cas!”
I heard the car start and drive off behind me. I finally looked down at the cut to see how bad it was. I was wearing a black shirt, so the blood didn’t show, making it difficult to see just how bad it was. From what I could tell, it was a few inches across. I couldn’t tell just how deep it was, but the cut was positioned over my ribs, so it didn’t damage anything important. Luckily the kid’s knife was sharp, so it would heal faster as it didn’t tear the skin, unfortunately the kid’s knife was sharp, so it went deeper.
I pressed one hand against the wound while I walked back to my apartment. On the way my phone buzzed from a text.
Dean: Hey, sorry, I was called out. Did you still need some help over on 5th?
Me: No, it’s taken care of. I’m heading home now.
Dean: Okay.
I put my phone away and continued home. Eventually I was able to unlock my apartment, careful not to get blood anywhere. I headed straight to the bathroom, stripping off my shirt and tossing my phone on my table on the way. I held it to the cut while I dug around for the first aid kit and once I found it I tossed the soaked shirt into the sink.
I turned the water on, getting a washcloth wet. I started cleaning around the cut to get a better look at it, having to rinse out the washcloth a couple of times to prevent just smearing blood around.
It was still bleeding, but the pressure I put on it caused it to slow down. Once I got a good look at it I could tell it wasn’t going to cause too many problems other than taking a while to heal and being sore.
A knock came to the door. I was obviously not prepared for visitors, so I left it be. It was probably one of the neighbors, they liked to check in every once in a while. I hoped they would just move on. They knocked one more time before my phone rang in the other room. I really should have just turned it off.
Finally the phone stopped ringing, but not a moment later I heard the creek of my front door opening. I reached for my gun the was still in my pants.
“Y/n? It’s Dean, I’m coming in okay? Your door is open.”
I sighed in relief and placed my gun on the counter, “Okay.”
I heard some rustling of what I assumed was him taking his coat off and the click of the lock sliding into place.
I pulled out some cotton pads and soaked one in rubbing alcohol. I just looked at it for a second, not wanting to clean the wound, but knowing I had to. I closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, preparing myself for the sting.
“I thought you said everything was taken care of.” I looked up to see Dean in the doorway. He had a hard look on his face.
“No, I said the problem was taken care of.” I relaxed against the back of the toilet, knowing that I had a second before I was going to clean my side.
He walked in and took the saturated cotton pad from my hand, “That looks like a problem to me.”
I tensed up in preparation for him to clean it once he started to approach me, “Something like that.”
He hesitated, “You want something to numb it?”
I let go of the breath I was holding, “Yeah, uh, whiskey’s in the kitchen.”
He stood up to go get it, leaving the cotton pad on the counter. He came back with the glass bottle and handed it to me. I took a couple of swigs before placing it on the counter next to the rest of the first aid supplies. I felt myself relax a little bit. I heard a clatter as I knocked something to the floor in the process though. I bent to pick it up, my body protesting a little bit, but I picked it up all the same.
“What’s that? On your back?”
I instantly knew he was talking about the black tattoo that was at the base of my neck, in a spot that my shirt would cover.
I turned so he could see them better, “They’re wings.”
He traced them for a moment before I turned back around, “You wanna get started on this please?”
He grabbed the cotton, “Yeah, of course. They’re beautiful.”
I hissed in response as he started to brush the alcohol along the wound. I clenched my jaw so hard it started to ache, I whimpered before biting down on my fist.
Dean paused and pulled on my hand, taking it from my mouth, “Hey, hey, focus on me. Why don’t you tell me a story, huh? Focus on something else.”
I was breathing heavily, “Like what.”
“What does Starling mean? Why’d you get that tattoo?”
“And why would you want to know that?”
He squeezed my hand, “Because you’re supposed to be my girlfriend, and I think I would know these things.” He smirked because he knew he backed me into a corner.
I groaned as he touched my side again, “Fine.” I took a deep breath, “As you already know everyone needs a nickname. I was called a lot of different things, some more… savory, appropriate than others. I don’t know why, but I always seemed to be favored by Nick, by Crowley. I got my name under Nick, but that doesn’t matter.”
I gasped as Dean pressed particularly deep to which he apologized.
“I was being bossy one day. Nobody was listening, I had just got back from an infiltration job. Someone, they’re not around anymore, they called me a stupid Starling, and it stuck. Starlings in North America are considered an invasive species, terribly annoying, and unwanted.” Dean gave me a break to get a new cotton pad to finish up, “Tattoo means the same once something is solidified, you get a tattoo representing your name and a Fallen symbol.” I pulled my ear forward and showed Dean the fallen F tattooed behind it, just like the one next to the angel Meg painted.
“Well, I think they look like angel wings.” Dean came back and started cleaning the last little corner and around the edge.
“Really? Black angel wings?” I tried not to flinch as he caught the edge a little roughly.
“Yeah, I do, Angel.” He threw away the cotton with a small smile on his face.
I laughed, “Okay, yeah, sure.”
Dean looked at the wound closely, “I think I’m gonna have to stitch it up, just so it’ll heal faster.”
“You know how to do that?” I gestured to the first aid kit, knowing that stitching supplies were there, I had to do some myself every once in a while.
“I’m decent.” He started sterilizing the needle with a lighter he had in his pocket before cooling it off with the rubbing alcohol. “So how’d you get this in the first place?”
The stitching process was still painful, but not as bad as the cleaning. “Letterboys were roaming our side of town, looking for trouble.”
“Letterboys?”
I snorted, “They call themselves Lettermen, don’t ask me why, I have no idea. Really, they’re gang wannabes, so we call them Letterboys.”
Dean tugged at the needle to tighten a stitch, “Uh, huh. And if they’re so pathetic why’d you get this thing?”
I huffed out a laugh, “This idiot brought a knife to a gun fight and I played along for a little too long.”
“Ah, makes total sense.”
“So, how was work in a new city?” I wiped around my eyes to make sure I didn’t have any tears showing.
“Uh, it was alright,” he tied off the last stitch, “transfer information is still being worked out, but they’re thinking about pairing me up with this Detective Castiel or whatever.”
I smiled, “That’ll be good. Cas is a good guy. I actually saw him tonight.”
“Was that before or after you got injured?”
“After.”
Dean looked at me skeptically, “If he’s such a good guy, why didn’t he take you to the doctor or something? Is he in with Chuck?”
“Nah, it was dark, I was wearing that black shirt, I didn’t let him notice. And no, he’s the farthest person from Chuck you could get. He’s tried to take Chuck down a couple of times actually, gotten close too. That’s why Chuck desperately wants him to join, but Cas has the same answer every time, not in his right mind would he ever join.”
“So he’s trustworthy,” Dean nodded, satisfied.
“To an extent, yes.” I examined his handiwork, I was impressed. “You can’t tell him you’re into this though, not that you’re undercover, not that you know me. He’s already too deep into this and if he changes his behavior, thinking there’s a chance he can help you take Chuck down? Chuck will get suspicious and everything will fall apart, okay?”
“Understood.”
I stood up, testing the stitches, “Good.” I started cleaning up the counter and putting stuff away when Dean stopped me and started cleaning up himself. “Thanks,” I headed towards my bedroom and grabbed a new shirt to throw on. I groaned involuntarily when my stitches stretched as I pulled it over my head.
“You okay in there?” Dean asked from the bathroom.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I changed into some sweatpants while I was there.
“Do you wanna keep this or...” He trailed off as I walked out in a shirt that looked very similar to the one in the sink.
“Nah, I’ll just toss it,” I pulled at the hem of my shirt, “these are pretty cheap.” I wrung out the shirt as best I could and walked into the kitchen to throw it away, “The bathroom was just in the opposite direction of my gross trash.” I washed my hands, “Thank you, can I get you anything?”
“Another fake make-out session?”
I snorted, “And why would you ever want that?”
“Because it was hot.” Dean had a teasing smirk on his face as he followed my example. “But for real, do you have a beer Angel?”
I reached into the fridge to grab us some, “You’re serious about calling me that?”
He popped it open easily, “Yeah, I think it’s cute.”
I shook my head and walked to my couch with a beer in hand and curled up into the side, “So.” I gestured for Dean to join me, “What was so important that you knocked on my door twice, called me, and then walked into my apartment anyway?”
He groaned in embarrassment, “Well, it’s not important anymore…”
I laughed, “Oh come on Dean, tell me a story.”
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