.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. So this is a fic as usual the main protagonist is reader along with Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester from supernatural. There will other characters as well .
Im hoping to write this fic as horror / paranormal au . Hopefully it come together like that .
So that's it enjoy the fic please please tell me what you think and i appreciate every single of you reading my all fics thank you ❤️
The warm sunlight's glade through the open windows curtains as you and you and your love of your life lay peacefully. Never in million year you thought that you will get to live the dream life you always wanted with guy you hopelessly and enormously in love with, an energic dog that always love to steal your attention every time he waltzes in, a peaceful home where you don't have to worry about anything nor your family chewing on every breath you take or friends who always around when they only wanted something. This is all you wanted, needed and dreamed off.
"What is going on that pretty head of yours? "
you heard his in raspy morning voice, The voice that you would love to hear for all eternity. You glanced at him to see his mesmerizing green eyes staring back you.
" Just thinking about how life is awful back then "
You said with laughing following in behind he joins in with you. Seeing the pure happiness on your face making his heart flutters. He could help but put his arms around you and pulled you closer to his side and you both sigh at feeling of being in each other's arms. The pure blissful moment was interpreted when a golden fluffy ball come in between the two of you and made himself home in your chest.
" Sometimes, I wonder if he is trying to steal you from me "
Your husband says and you chuckle and rub your dog's ear.
"Aww but I love you babe, don't worry your still my favorite"
max who probably smarter than average dogs you looked at you with what you assume 'are you serious ' face at you.
"I'm kidding" you whispered
"I heard that " comes from your husband who getting himself out of the bed and going to bathroom.
"So are you going to work today or are you going help unpack the boxes because there is a lot and i don't want to do it all by myself" the two of you moved in new house for fresh start leaving everything behind and having new start is what you always wanted and luckily your husband also happy about that idea.
" Trust me I don't want leave you alone especially when we are new in this area and doesn't really know how the people in here. But you know I have to go to the station".
It's true after all being with you where he felt more alive and happier and your happiness also what he gives importance to. Starting a relationship with you, falling in love with you, marrying you was the best things that happened to him and he wanted to give you everything and make you smile every day.
" It's okey Dean, I'm so thankful for what you done for me and love you so much "
You said coming behind him wrapping arms around his bare middle.
" I love you too sweetheart, you know I do anything for you my soul "
He turn around to see you lifting your chin up to look at him and he brushes his thump on your lower lip as he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss that rich in love and passion, one that makes your knees weak and heart to rush. his hands moving down your body desperately try get closer to as possible.
tugging on the shirt that he wore last night. his mind racing with last night's memory of how you looked up to him with the needy look on your face as he gives himself to you and how you tasted like fine dessert that still lingering in his tongue every time making him wanting more and take him on another level of ecstasy.
The bliss full moment where neither of you don't want to leave but with Shakey breathe you parts away from him. Before you can speak, he picks you up making you squeak as he continues to move a loud break the two of you as both turn to look at your dog who running towards you. You both look at each before laughing out loud.
"See every time he does this shit, man she is my wife. find someone else"
Dean put his head in neck as you still in his arms as you still laughing.
" Laugh all you want, wait till I get one puppy who loves me and I give all my love and attention to the puppy " he says with a challenging look as he puts you down.
you exit the bathroom to bedroom squeezing your dog in big hug as both make way your way to kitchen.
" Don't burn down the kitchen please we still new " He shouts form bathroom.
" No promise " you say back. You can hear his laugh as you made it to the kitchen.
You look around "That's a lot of boxes "
If your memory was correct, you put some milk and bread in the fridge with couples of things that you don't remember. As you open the fridge you hear sounds of running in living room
"Hey,no running around the room max"you say as you collect the things you need in hands and close the fridge with your foot. As you turn you see max standing in top of one of the boxes in the kitchen his ears sharp staring at living room and starts to bark.
" Hey boy, you want something " He turn to you and come towards you and lay down beside your foot looking up you with round eyes.
You crouch down next to him give him pat on his head.
" How about we have a walk around and how some fun time? How about that" He barks with enthusiasm.
" Good boy " You go back to making breakfast as dean comes wrapping his around your waist giving a kiss on your head.
" You didn't burn down the kitchen woah that's an improvement".
As you open your mouth to defend yourself he cuts you off with kiss" Don't say it's one time it still happened "He starts to take a sip of his coffee and hums.
"Okey I won't, hey I was thinking maybe taking max for a walk get know the place around "you said take a sip of your own coffee.
" Yeah, that good idea, but if you need anything don't hesitate to call okey " he said finishing his own coffee and having some breakfast.
You slap his butt when he gets up "are you assaulting a officer?'" he dramatically gasp at you
"Oh shut, up as if you don't like it "
He shakes his head at you before getting up to leave and as he passes, he rubs max on his back." Hey buddy take care of our girl will ya "and move to the front door.
" Good luck with work I really hope everything will work out I really likes this place" you said following behind him with files on hand.
You hand that him as you reach the front step
" Me too sweetheart, I love you, now give me a good luck kiss" he says pulling you towards him with a smile on his face.
You let out a small giggle and kiss him passionately.
He parts ways from you giving you cheeky wink and get in his car and look back at you mouthing 'I love you ' you repeat the same as drive away.
Both of you not seeing that shadow that watching you form the inside.
You make your way inside the house.Max was biting a box that labeled his name
" alright we unbox some and then we take a walk "a bark was all your answer.
Opening max's box first you give him his toys and move on to next and then to next.
You don't know how many hours passed but you are down to the last box.
You collect the wrapping and torn boxes into a trash bag and walk towards the trash can to dumb it.
"Are you the new resident of this house?" a female voice behind you said. You turn around seeing a woman standing there with a smile on her face.
"Yeah, we just moved here." You tell her feeling her presence only out of pure curiosity
"I'm Amy Peterson, I live down the street with my family. What's your name?"
You tell her your name "well, welcome to our neighborhood. It's a very quiet here but its peaceful. And you don't have worry about noisy neighbor since all the house are in a decent amount of distance"
Nodding your head at the it's also a main reason you and dean decided to move to her. "Yeah, it's nice..." before you can continue max comes running towards you when he saw you chatting with stranger abandoned his toy that he is chewing
You ruffle his hair beside his ears as he stands next you. "Oh, he is beautiful. is it you and this cute alone here?"
You shake your head with a smile on your face "no I'm with my husband."
"you're married, what does he do?" she asks
"Yeah, he is cop" you said proudly
She gives a wide smile "that's wonderful. Good thing now we have cop living here" she laughs. "See you soon, I have to go before my kids flip the house upside down the"
You sigh at her retrieving foam "well good to know we have nice neighbor. Isn't it."
Getting in shower you let the cold water pour down your head and shoulders washing away the soreness. You change into leggings and white sweater combing your hair until you're satisfied with a result. As you promised you took max out for a walk.
Dean was getting to know his co-workers at the station. He assigned with a man named Castiel. "So how you like in it here?" Castile, ask he shows the towns map and some report files with data of some local criminals. "Too early to answer that" he answers observing the file.
"I suppose it is, but our crime rate not that high aside from some random robberies other than that it's quite peaceful here."
"Yeah, my wife always wanted live in quite nice place" dean said "You have wife huh! Seems like those ladies don't know that yet" castile said making dean look up to see two females smiling at their direction dean and Castiel share a chuckle.
You were watching tv when dean came in, max run towards dean huffing demanding for pets from the man.
"You unpacked everything huh?" dean ask he take off his uniform
You nod without taking your eyes off the tv "yep, and I met one of our neighbors and took max out for a walk"
Finally taking off his uniform he pushes your legs apart and lay between them head laying on your chest you run your fingers through his hair making him groan. "Who is this neighbor?"
"Amy Peterson, just street down. How was your day?"
"It was great, apparently there aren't really much of crime here, so that a good thing. My partner also from here castile, seems like great guy" dean glance up at you with a serene look on his face "seems like everything is in favor, baby" he takes in your peaceful relaxed face, that was gone for a past couple of moths but its back now and he never felt so grateful for that.
Your eyes find his face a large grin on your face so it's transferred to his lips as he pulls himself towards you pressing his full lips on yours slowly knowing that he has all time in the world just savoring the feeling of you. You tilt your head side to get deeper hands gripping each other.
Dean hands grip your hip as he presses himself closer to you to feel you near him as close as possible, his grip get stronger as he starts to tug down the waistband of the leggings something fall down in the hallway.
"Shit something broke?" you get with dean as you both walk towards the hallway, a broken glass from the picture that you hung scattered on the floor.
Max walks towards it but dean held him back not wanting him to get hurt "hey you both stay there. I'll clean it up" he said
"You sure?" you ask he nods at you. Taking max with you, you both returns to couch max lie next you his eyes blinking up to you. You ruffle his hair cuddles to him.
Summary: Blackwick, Montana was going to be a fresh start for you and your five year old daughter. You moved in across the street from Officer Dean Winchester, and quickly found that you were able to help him. Will Dean be able to help you when your past comes back to haunt you?
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: language, smut, talk of past abuse, dangerous situations, reader injury, kid injury, character death
Word Count: 34,376
Status: Complete
Part 1: Welcome to Blackwick
Part 2: Here Comes the Sun
Part 3: What if he’s a Monster
Part 4: Sprinkles
Part 5: Only When You’re Ready
Part 6: The File
Part 7: Need You (smut)
Part 8: Come Hell or High Water
Part 9: A Fair Trade
Part 10: It’s Official
A/N: Thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I appreciate it more than you know. Until next time.
Combined two prompts from two anons for day one on 14 Days of Destiel Valentine’s!!
- "For the Valentines' prompts... First date?" && " This high class restaurant I’ve always wanted to eat at is doing a Valentines day dinner special that’s like half the price of a normal meal there and my ass is broke so will you pretend to be my date and come out to eat with me?"
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“So,” Dean begins as he leans on the checkout counter to look at Castiel. “Any Valentine’s Day plans this weekend?”
As usual when his most frequent customer talks to him, Castiel ducks his head to hide his blush and tries his best not to sound flustered. “Ummm, no. Nothing special planned.”
“Any regular plans?”
“Nope.” Castiel laughs awkwardly, his hands shaking as he rings up Dean’s coffee and donut. It’s the same every night. 3 a.m., Dean in his police uniform, wrapping up another patrol shift, stopping at the gas station by his house – the one Castiel happens to work at – buying coffee and donuts. Castiel teases him relentlessly about the whole ‘cop with a coffee and donut’ cliché. It never fails to make Dean smile.
Castiel really likes making Dean smile.
It’s been two years of Castiel working this shift and Dean working his, the two of them seeing each other at least three or four times a week. At first it was Castiel fumbling and stuttering as he tried to ring up the officer with the gorgeous smile and witty remarks, but thankfully Dean’s insistence on small talk has loosened Castiel up.
A bit.
As loose as you can be when you’re head over heels in love with a man ten times out of your league that likes to flirt with anyone that moves.
“Do you have any plans?” Castiel asks politely as he waits for Dean to fish out his money.
“I don’t.” Dean leans further over the counter and Castiel finally looks up at him. He realizes that Dean isn’t trying to get his money. In fact, he doesn’t seem at all concerned about his coffee and donut at the moment. His eyes are locked on Castiel. “You don’t work?”
“Surprisingly I do not.”
“Great. Neither do I.” Dean grins. “Listen, this is gonna sound crazy but I promise I’m not trying to be a creep and come onto you, okay?”
Castiel laughs nervously, his heart in his throat. “O-okay.”
“This high class restaurant I’ve always wanted to eat at is doing a Valentine’s Day dinner special that’s like half the price of a normal meal there and my ass is broke so will you pretend to be my date and come out to eat with me?” It all comes out in a rush and for the first time, Dean is the one blushing instead of Castiel.
Well, that’s not entirely accurate. Castiel is still blushing, but Dean is at least joining him now.
“H-how expensive are we talking?” Castiel asks, doing a mental calculation of his current bank account balance.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover your half. I just can’t go alone. They’re only letting couples go.” Dean beams at him as if Castiel already agreed. “So, will you come with me?”
Castiel doesn’t even have to consider it.
“Yes.”
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Dean has never seen Castiel outside of his gas station attendant uniform. Don't get Dean wrong, the little blue vest and name tag are adorable, but Castiel cleans up well. He's gorgeous, standing outside the restaurant in dark jeans and a button up with the top two buttons undone. The blue of his shirt makes the blue of his eyes pop even though it's dark outside.
He's breathtaking.
Dean has officially been launched from yeah that college kid is cute and I have a major crush on him to fuck, I might be in love with him...
"Hey," Castiel says softly, looking slightly uncomfortable. Dean can't exactly blame him. He's been staring at the kid like an idiot.
Dean clears his throat and pastes on a smile. "Hey. You look great."
"Thanks. You too." Castiel tugs at his collar. "I, um… I don't own a tie. Do you think this'll be okay?"
"It'll be perfect. You ready?"
When Castiel nods, Dean takes his hand and starts to lead him into the restaurant. He's only holding Castiel's hand because of the whole couple ruse, of course.
At least, that’s his excuse if Castiel questions it.
The host seats them at a small table in the back corner of the restaurant. The scene screams romance. From the twinkle lights strung along the ceiling and the live piano music to the rose petal covered table and the bouquet of flowers in a vase as the centerpiece. Once they've taken their seats and have been handed the special Valentine’s Day menu, the host leaves.
Castiel's first words are, "This place is gorgeous."
Dean swallows the flirty, "You're gorgeous," and just agrees with Castiel instead.
"So why this place?” Castiel asks. “I mean, yeah it's nice and the food is probably amazing, but why'd you want to come here so bad?"
"It's new. Small town like ours, you don't get that much. Especially like this. All we end up with are crappy diners or chain restaurants, but this chef used to work at a 4-star restaurant which is amazing. I've been wanting to eat here since it opened last summer."
Castiel leans forward and it's clear he's not faking interest. The fact makes Dean's stomach flip. "You must really like food then, hey?"
"Absolutely. It was actually my dream to be a chef, but it doesn't pay the bills, at least not starting out."
"I get that. I can barely afford to live and go to school full-time, even with my financial aid. Hence the shitty gas station job."
Dean straightens in concern. "You're going to school full-time? I figured you were only half or online or something."
"Nope. I go to school during the day. It's not so bad this semester, actually. Last semester I had a practicum, so I had to do all my coursework for my classes but then on top of that do 15 hours in a classroom every week. It was brutal." Castiel laughs to himself. "I survived on coffee and hatred.'
"Coulda fooled me. You're always so happy."
"You're the bright spot in it all." Castiel's smile falls. Panic makes his breath hitch in his chest, the shudder visible from where Dean is sitting. "I-"
"So, you're an education major then?" Dean asks, saving Castiel from the embarrassment. Or maybe just saving himself from sharing his own embarrassing confession that Castiel is his bright spot too.
Castiel bounces back quickly, relief relaxing his shoulders and allowing his smile to return. "Yeah, elementary ed. I'd love to work with 2nd grade but anything under 4th will be fine. Once kids hit 4th grade they turn into little assholes."
This catches Dean by surprise, pulling a laugh from him. Castiel was always so shy and soft spoken at the gas station. Now that he's opening up, his personality is really getting a chance to shine.
Dean is on a very slippery slope here.
It only gets slipperier when Castiel says with enthusiasm, "You know, you should really try out for one of those shows. Like MasterChef! I'm sure you could get some sort of leave of absence from work. There's no way all of those people just quit their jobs, you know?"
"I've actually thought about that…" Dean darts his eyes away, feeling the same as always when his dreams come up. "Michael told me not to waste the money flying out for the whole interview process or whatever, though. Said I'm housewife good, not actually good."
"Umm, who the fuck is Michael?"
Dean looks back at Castiel before answering. He startles when he sees the rage on the young man's face. "My ex."
"Well fuck him. Seriously? It's not up to him. It's up to Gordon Ramsay - or whoever else tests your food. I don't know how the process works exactly but it's not up to him. And he sounds like an asshole anyway. If it's your dream then you need to do it, Dean! Isn't the chance worth it?" Castiel shakes his head in amazement before laughing once under his breath. "And I bet you're really fucking good, too. He sounds like an asshole that didn't deserve you. You should go on that show and kick some ass and then do a little shout out video with a huge I told you so."
Dean needs to blink a few times as he tries to process the mini-rant Castiel just spewed at him. As the words sink in, his lips spread into a wide smile that borders on painful. "You've never even tasted my food. How the hell are you so passionate about this?"
"Because I care about you." Castiel's eyes soften for half a second, something deeper passing between them. Then they light back up with humor. "And if I can't make an informed decision without eating your food, I guess you'll just have to cook for me some time."
"Yes. I suppose I will. But then you'll owe me a meal."
"Oooh, no. No, no, no. Trust me. You don't want that."
Dean chuckles. "Can't cook?"
"I held my own for a while. I made a mean hot pocket. And toast. I'm like an expert at getting the toast just the right amount of crunchy where it's not too soft and it's not burnt either." He makes a chef’s kiss with his fingers, the sound loud in the air between them. "Then, sadly, my toaster became out of commission. So, it's mostly just cereal and pb&js for me. Unless my microwave decides to work, which is extremely rare."
"What happened to your toaster?"
Castiel looks up at him with both amusement and shame. "I may have gotten a piece of frozen waffle stuck in there and I can't figure out how to get it out, so every time I start to cook something it sets on fire…"
"On fire?" Dean's eyebrows shoot up as he laughs. "Jesus. Yeah, okay. I'll be the one cooking then."
"Perfect." Castiel picks up his menu and waves it. "We should probably actually figure out what we're going to order hey?"
Dean's immediate instinct is to say no. To ask Castiel if they can just spend the night talking. Who cares about the food?
It's a terrifying thought.
It's also exhilarating.
"I can get a bottle of wine for us to share," Dean offers. "Would you like red or white?"
The blush that warms Castiel's face is so familiar, setting Dean at ease. "I'm actually not of age. Only 20."
"Oh." Dean puts the wine menu down and laughs. "Well, then. Never mind."
"You can get some though! It won't bother me."
"I actually hate wine to be honest. Much more of a beer guy."
"Yeah, I can handle maybe two wine coolers before I'm a mess anyway. Total lightweight." Castiel's chin snaps up and his eyes bulge. "Shit! I mean - not that I'd ever drink, because like that's illegal - and I'd - well-"
Dean bursts out laughing. "Calm down, Cas. You think I never drank underage? Long as I'm not in uniform we don't have a problem."
"Okay. Good." Castiel takes a drink of his water, his hand shaking. It nearly spills when he tries to put the glass back down. "If it makes you feel any better, that's pretty much the sum of all illegal activity in my life. Unless you're counting the time I stole a chap stick because all my friends were stealing stuff, but since I felt so guilty about it that I went back 2 hours later and put it on the shelf again without ever opening it, I don't think it counts. So, I'm officially arrest free, officer."
Dean laughs. "Why does it not surprise me that you would do something like that?"
"Nerdy… I know."
"I was going to say adorable." Castiel flushes at his words, ducking his head. It's so goddamn endearing that Dean finds himself admitting something for the first time since it happened. "I was arrested once. When I was 15."
"Really?"
"Yup. Sent to a boy’s home and everything."
Castiel looks confused. Dean expects him to ask how he could be a cop then, in which Dean would explain the whole juvenile records being sealed thing. Instead, he surprises Dean by asking, "What did you do?"
"I stole some bread and peanut butter. Or, well, I tried to." Dean shrugs like it's no big deal.
Castiel doesn't brush it off so easily. He reaches a hand out and places it on top of Dean's where it rests beside his water glass. Dean stares at their hands pressed together as Castiel says softly, "You must have been really hungry. I'm sorry."
"It's uh... it's-," Dean needs to stop and clear his throat, suddenly overwhelmed.
"It's okay." Castiel squeezes his hand gently. Like a reassurance. Like a promise that he's there. Still there. Not going anywhere. "Is that why you love food so much? Because it was such a luxury growing up?"
Tears threaten Dean's eyes. Castiel isn't pitying Dean or looking down on him. There's no judgement.
Castiel understands.
"Yes," Dean whispers in relief. "Yes."
Before they can discuss things further, the waitress comes to take their order. Since neither of them have really managed to look at the menu, they’re both caught a bit in the headlights. Thankfully their choices are limited on the special menu for the night, making it easier to rush through picking things out. They stumble through an agreement on pan seared scallops for an appetizer before Dean orders a medium rare filet mignon with a side of three cheese risotto and Castiel requests the same.
Dean worries that things will be awkward now that the conversation was halted but it’s not. The moment the waitress is gone to place their orders, it picks right back up.
“Hmmm.” Castiel glances around the restaurant, the wheels in his mind clearly turning. “On a scale of one to our asses getting kicked out, what do you think the rules are in me taking out my phone at a fancy place like this?”
“They’ll probably just think our date’s going bad and feel bad for us.”
The little scoffing sound Castiel makes is endearing as he pulls out his phone.
Castiel starts scrolling through his phone as Dean is left to just stare at him. He laughs awkwardly after a minute. “Ummm, are we having a bad date?”
“What?” Castiel looks up at him in confusion before shaking his head adamantly. “Absolutely not. This date is the best I’ve ever had. Which is kind of pathetic… since, you know, it’s not real or whatever.”
“Feels real,” Dean admits.
Castiel blushes. “It does, doesn’t it?”
Unsure of what he should say, Dean redirects the conversation. “Well, if it’s not that, then what the hell are you doing on your phone?”
Instead of directly answering, Castiel says, “MasterChef auditions for the next seasons starts in October. Locations are L.A, Boston, Atlanta, Houston, New York City, and Chicago.”
Dean’s heart skips. “You’re looking into MasterChef auditions?”
“Yes.” Castiel looks up from his phone. “Didn’t you mention a while ago that your brother goes to Stanford? You mentioned you were going to visit him - I swear I’m not a creep, you mentioned it when-”
“It’s fine, Cas. Yes, he goes to Stanford.”
“Well then, there you go. L.A. in October and you can stop by and visit your brother while you’re at it.” Castiel beams at him. “That gives us nine months of preparation.”
Us.
“O-okay.”
“Okay. It’s a plan.”
A plan.
Dean decides to go out on a limb, wanting to check to see if Castiel means what he thinks he means. “So, you’re going to help me?”
“Help you? Psssh.” Castiel puts his phone away and winks. “I’m going to be your official taste tester.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yup.”
“And what exactly do I get out of this situation?”
“Other than my excellent taste testing skills?” Castiel’s smile freezes before dropping a notch or two. "My company?"
The way he says it, like he's suddenly very unsure of himself, breaks Dean's heart.
He reaches over for Castiel's hand now that it's free again, pulling it towards him so their intertwined hands can rest in the center of the table. "I'd say that's more than enough."
"Yeah?"
"Yes." Dean takes a deep breath to steady himself. "And Cas?"
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if maybe you'd-" Dean pauses, looking away from that gorgeous face and bright blue eyes in case he's rejected. "I was wondering if maybe you'd consider going on a real date with me sometime? Like… ya know.. for real."
The pause that follows is so long that Dean is sure Castiel is going to say no but when he takes a chance and looks at Castiel again, Castiel is grinning. He nods enthusiastically as their eyes meet. "I'd love that. Can we count this as our first date though? Because I am terrible when it comes to first dates and this is already going so well."
Dean laughs in relief. "Sure.”
“Perfect.” Castiel pauses, raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re not just dating me for the discount on coffee and donuts, are you?”
The question is clearly teasing but there’s the slightest undertone of panic beneath it, as if Castiel can’t understand why Dean would genuinely like him.
That will be something Dean fixes. He doesn’t care how long it takes.
“No, Cas. I don’t give a shit about the coffee and donuts.” He leans forward and looks Castiel directly in the eyes. “Considering it’s 3 a.m., do you really think I’m coming to the station for coffee and donuts anymore? I usually eat half the donut, wash it down with a sip of the coffee – which is decaf, in case you were wondering – and then crash into bed thinking about the cute boy at the gas station.”
Castiel seems to puff up. “Really?”
“Really.”
“All this time?”
“Mhhm.” Dean’s smile fades as he turns serious. “The first time I came to the station was after a homicide. A man killed his wife. I’d been to their house twice before because of neighbors calling in the domestic abuse but the woman… no matter what we tried, she never pressed charges against him. Always took him back. Walking into that house that night and seeing her – shit, seeing her on the floor like that. It… wrecked me. I couldn’t get myself to go home after that. Just kept driving around. When I saw the station, I decided to stop on a whim. But then there you were, humming along to the song on the overhead radio as you arranged the candy display, and I was hooked.”
With a shake of his head, Castiel mutters, “That’s not true. That – you’re not serious.”
“It was a Tuesday. Winter. One of those nights where the air is crisp but warm so every inhale is relieved, not pained. I had to go to the station to change out of my uniform and into civilian clothes because I had blood on my shirt and it became part of evidence. I was in jeans and a ratty old flannel. It was the worst night of my career to this day, and one of the worst nights of my life.” Dean closes his eyes, letting his smile grow as he pictures the scene before him. “It was a Taylor Swift song and you were into it. Like, humming under your breath, shaking your ass, bobbing your head, into it. You had no idea I was even there. It was so… happy. You were just radiating this joy even thought it was the middle of the night and I doubted you were enjoying the fact that you were awake and working at a gas station. There was just something so freeing about you. I only used the bathroom because you were distracted and I didn’t want to pull you out of it, but the next night I came back in my uniform right when my shift ended and bought my first ever coffee and donut from you. And you-”
“Laughed and said, ‘a cop buying coffee and a donut?’ Is it your life mission to become a cliché?’” Castiel finishes, his voice taking on the same tone as it did two years ago. He smiles at Dean in wonder. “I was very proud of myself for that, by the way. I was so flustered because you were gorgeous, and I just knew I was going to say something stupid. When that came out instead, I was stoked.”
“Don’t worry, I figured out pretty quick it was a fluke.”
Castiel’s jaw drops. “Hey, now!”
“I’m just speaking the truth! You’re a god damn mess. Always dropping shit and stuttering and blushing.” Dean takes Castiel’s hand in his and smiles fondly. “It’s okay, though. I love that.”
After staring at Dean for a few seconds, Castiel shakes his head. “I can’t believe it. All this time…”
“Yeah, Cas.” Dean pushes forward, leaning across the table so his lips ghost against Castiel’s. “All this time.”
Summary: Dean and his K9 Unit are helping with the investigation of the serial kidnappings and murders case. But this isn’t the typical case he was expecting, with love and life-threatening danger thrown at him along the way.
Warning: This has a thriller movie kind of vibe at some parts.
A/N: eep! I actually am like planning ahead the storyline on this one, yay!! I’m really excited about this story.
Dean quickly jogged through the entrance of the, now very much awake and bustling, station heading straight to Detective Hendrickson, who was huddled in the back corner talking with his group of people. He glanced over and caught Dean’s eye, waving him over urgently.
“Winchester, good. I’m glad you’re here. We’re on the clock again.” Hendrickson started rifling through the files in his hands, passing a few to Dean as he spoke. “New victim: [Y/F/N] [Y/L/N], physical description is in the file, reported missing this morning around 0600 when her friends noticed she wasn’t at her early morning shift at work and went to check on her. They said they reported it right away because of hearing about the past victims in the news. Victim was last seen being dropped off at her apartment the night before by her two cousins, they stated they were bar-hopping together until 1am last night. For now, we are categorizing her apartment as the crime scene and kidnapping location.”
Dean nodded critically as he took notes of the information.
“The address for the apartment is in that file,” Hendrickson continued, “I want you to head over there with your K9 unit and assist the investigation with the on-scene forensics team there. We need to know exactly what happened last night.”
“Yes, sir.” Dean took the last file grimly and headed right back out to his car, picking Indie up from the police kennels where he just dropped him off minutes before along the way.
He sat in the front seat for a moment, going over the rest of the information as quickly as possible. He knew it was important for him to get over there as fast as possible, but he also knew that he needed all the knowledge of this victim that he could get before going in.
His eyes swept speedily through the pages in front of him before faltering slightly at the sight of the victim’s picture.
She was lovely.
Her hair was silky, and her eyes were vibrant. She was laughing at the camera in the middle of what appeared to be someone’s party, her teeth were flashing into the most genuine smile and for a moment Dean almost felt himself smile back.
Gazing at her joyful face, Dean felt a dull stab in his chest knowing that wherever she was now, she most definitely wasn’t smiling. She was probably terrified. And alone…
Dean huffed out a breath and piled the files in the passenger seat. He turned on Baby’s engine and looked back at Indie to give him a sad, little smile before tearing down the street towards the apartment.
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You shifted in your bonds, rolling your shoulders back to ease out the crick that was forming.
Welp. This wasn’t good.
You couldn’t really remember what happened last night, though the crusted blood at the back of your head was a tell-tale sign of why that was. You vaguely recalled getting home pretty tipsy from hanging out with your cousins.
You had gone into the kitchen to grab some water. You’d heard a noise…then nothing. It was blank.
The ropes were digging into your wrists as you tried to ease pressure off of the raw skin, but it was no use. You leaned your head back against the wall with a sigh.
You weren’t an idiot. You had heard about the other kidnappings-turned-murder and had a pretty good idea of what was going on. It may not be helping keep the panic in your chest at bay, but hey, at least you knew.
One good thing, or maybe not, was that your captor had taken off your blindfold the last time he had checked on you, he wore a mask, of course, but now you could take stock of your surroundings better.
The cellar-type room that you were currently being held hostage in was disgusting. The cobbled-stone floor was slimed over with mud, feces, and blood. Oh joy.
There was a little commune of rats huddling maliciously in the corner, you were actively ignoring those little buggers, but other than that you were alone.
Well… at least you were…
The metal door hinges screamed as your captor chose that moment to enter your “cell”.
“Oh! Fancy meeting you here!” You tried to quip, although the roughness and cracking in your voice probably wasn’t helping portray the false bravado.
“Don’t be snide sweetheart, it doesn’t suit you.”
You felt your head whip to the side as he slapped the crap out of your face. Damn, now your face was on fire.
“Need to make sure you’re nice and settled in before I go mingling about outside…”
There was a clanging sound as you felt him lock iron chains around your wrists and ankles, before cutting off the now unnecessary ropes.
He patted the side of your stinging face, and you caught a glint of maliciousness in his eyes peaking through the mask, “I’ll be back soon precious. Don’t worry.”
You felt a shiver crawl up your shiver as he walked out and locked the door behind him.
Escaping would be a really good idea right now…
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Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair, tugging at the ends as he gave the apartment one last once-over.
They couldn’t find anything.
He and Indie had been working with the team there for hours and still nothing. There was no sign of forced entry. No sign of a struggle. Everything was clean and precise. Almost too clean.
Whoever they were dealing with was certainly clever, that much was obvious from the fact that they were on their fifth victim and still hadn’t gotten caught.
Dean huffed out his frustration, the image of the girl’s face flashing before his eyes. There had to be something here.
So, he kept looking.
An hour or so later, everyone had left and gone back to the station, but Dean just pursed his lips and kept looking. He scoured the living room, the kitchen, the bedr-
He stopped.
In the back corner of the carpet of the bedroom was… Dean squinted and crept closer, crouching down to get a better look.
Footprints.
He almost jumped for joy as he quickly pulled out his phone, snapping a picture and sending it to forensics before examining it further. Just the slightest indentation of …size 11?... boots lay imbedded in the carpet. The kidnapper must have been waiting for her, standing in this corner hiding for hours.
Okay. Evidence. And a shoe size.
Well at least that was something. Which was more than they’d had before.
Dean grinned down at the boot prints. They would catch him in time. He was sure of it. After an hour later and nothing else turning up, Dean decided it was time to head back to the station and give a proper report.
He practically bounded down the building’s steps, Indie on his heels, humming a little AC/DC under his breath. He went over to the back right door, letting Indie jump into his kennel, before going over to the driver’s door.
He hopped in, started up his Baby and…
He froze.
There, sitting innocently on the top of his dashboard was a note.
He carefully slipped on his gloves and picked it up. There was dread forming in the pit of his stomach. This was just sitting in his car. His LOCKED car.
He bit his lip nervously as he opened it, hands shaking only slightly.
--“I’m bored.
You’re smart.
Let’s play a game, shall we?”—
Dean’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard. He heard Indie whining worriedly from the backseat, smelling the terrified energy rolling off of him in waves.
“Fuck, Indie. We are so in over our heads…”
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PART 3 here!
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Also, little tid bit. I named the dog Indie after Indiana Jones (and the dog he was named after) cause I just needed this little canon where Dean is an Indiana Jones fanboy dork and I love it. No regrets.
Request: Could you do a Dean x Mafia!Reader where Dean goes undercover and joins the Mafia in order to take them down because they killed his family, but things gets complicated because he falls in love with Reader?
Pairing: Undercover cop!Dean x Mafia!reader
Word Count: 2,200ish
Warnings: language, mention of murder
A/N: This was super fun, especially after the mafia-esque episode we had in this season...
“You’re new right?” you asked the man outside your dad’s home office, his head spinning around behind him. “Yeah, I’m talking to you.”
“I’m not supposed to speak with you,” said the man in a navy blue suit that looked way too good on him.
“Well you aren’t supposed to join the mafia either but both of us already know you aren’t a choir boy,” you said with a smile, the man biting back one of his own. “So what’s your name?”
“Dean,” he said, straightening himself out again, hands behind his back outside the room.
“You got a last name, Dean?” you asked, leaning against the wall across from him, Dean glancing down the hall. “Dad likes when I get to know the new guys. He says I have a different perspective on these things.”
“Whatever Mr. Scalesi says,” said Dean.
“S’not even our real last name,” you said, Dean swallowing hard. “You worry too much. Dad keeps the guys around that I like. You got nothing to sweat about. What’s that last name again?”
“Ragu,” said Dean.
“Like the sauce?” you said, Dean rolling his eyes. “Now you’re warming up to me. That’s a good thing. Dad thought you might be a cop.”
“A cop? I hate cops,” said Dean.
“Eh, I don’t. Don’t tell on me though or dad’ll try to ground me for having free will,” you said.
“Your feelings towards law enforcement are safe with me,” he said with a smile.
“So I’ll see you around the house some more I hope,” you said, walking away with a swing of your hips. “Later, Dean.”
“Goodbye Ms. Scalesi.”
“Your father is going to murder me. No, he’s going to torture me, chop me into little pieces, then murder me,” said Dean, standing in front of your bathroom mirror, trying to comb his hair back in place.
“Oh come on. My dad knows I make out with boys. I do a hell of a lot more with them too if we got the time,” you said, Dean whimpering from the bathroom. “We should go out sometime, like on a real date. Sneaking around is fun and all but I’d like to...you know.”
“You know what?” asked Dean, coming out of the bathroom, his tie back on but not at the same angle it was before. You walked over and undid it, tying it back in place as he watched. “Like...a real date?”
“Yeah. You’re a nice guy. I mean, I know you work for my dad and maybe you do some not so nice stuff I don’t want to know about, but you just feel different than the other guys around here. I can actually talk to you,” you said.
“Dating is different than stealing kisses, Y/N,” said Dean, your hands smoothing out his jacket for him.
“I understand,” you said, turning away.
“I’m saying, it would be difficult to not act how we wanted to around each other in the presence of others,” said Dean.
“We could just run away,” you said, glancing back, Dean chuckling and wrapping his arms around your waist.
“That worked out so well for Romeo and Juliet,” said Dean, kissing your cheek. “Why do you want to run away anyways? You have money, you don’t have to work, you have protection from anything that could ever hurt you here.”
“I don’t like my life,” you said. “Except for this part.”
“I will try to sneak back up tonight to see you so we can plan our date, sweetheart,” he said, kissing you again before heading for your door.
“Dad,” you said at breakfast a few days later, the morning after your date with Dean. Oh, it’d been such a perfect date. It’d been a disaster for a million different reasons but getting Dean out of the house...he was like a different person. He was kind and funny and such a gentlemen with a sailor’s mouth.
You were definitely keeping him.
“You were out with your little friend, Sasha. Dean kept you out good and long just like you wanted,” said your dad, reading over the paper as you stabbed at your waffles. “Princess.”
“I can’t stand that name,” you growled, a few of the heads in the room whipping around. “I can’t stand that I can’t eat breakfast in our own kitchen without half the mob hanging around eating my yogurt, Franklin,” you said, Frankie stopping mid mouthful to put the cup down. “I especially can’t stand that when I go out at night, you decide to kill people in the family room!”
“Killing is a way of this life. You’re old enough to understand that,” said your father, ignroing the rest of your comments like usual.
“I’m moving out,” you said, your father looking over his paper, the other’s in the room hiding away in whatever corner they could find.
“How many times are we going to have this conversation?” he asked. “The answer is no.”
“I’m an adult. The only reason I’m here is-”
“Is because every time you run away, the boys bring you home until you realize how terrible life is out there for everyone else,” he said.
“Because of people like you,” you said.
“You ain’t exactly a saint,” he said, sipping on his coffee. “How many crimes have you seen and not told anyone?”
“You killed the last cop I tried to tell! Your argument doesn’t make any sense,” you growled, your father sighing.
“Dean, could you escort Y/N to her room and make sure she spends the day there,” said your father, picking up his paper again. “I expect you’ll have a different opinion after an attitude adjustment, princess.”
“Fuck you,” you said, storming off down the hall, slamming your door shut before Dean could get there.
“Y/N,” said Dean calmly when he knocked at the door. You flung it open, Dean walking inside and shutting it softly behind him. “You should try to calm down.”
“You’re the only guy in this place that would let me sneak out of here right now,” you said, climbing onto your bed, tucking your knees into your chest. “He’d rip you to shreds if you did.”
“Have you really tried to run away before?” he asked.
“First time I tried I was four. After I watched him murder my mother,” you said. “I sort of stopped being a daddy’s girl after that.”
“I thought I had it rough,” he said, sitting down beside you, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “My family was sort of murdered too.”
“That’s awful,” you said, Dean shrugging.
“It was a long time ago. I was at a sleepover,” he said. “I should have been home.”
“Did they ever catch who did it?” you asked.
“They had a suspect but not enough to charge him. He’s still walking free to this day,” said Dean.
“I’m so sorry, Dean,” you said, unwrapping your arms, giving him a hug.
“I’ll get him someday,” said Dean. “Your mom though...with your dad...that’s got to be a whole other level of messed up.”
“Yup. She’s in the backyard. I sort of felt like she was watching over me still, making sure I stayed okay with him around,” you said. “That’s sounds super creepy now that I say it out loud.”
“Nah,” said Dean.
“You’re not going to tell my dad I told you any of this,” you said. “He’ll really get pissed then.”
“No offense to Mr. Scalesi but I prefer to be in your good graces more than his,” said Dean.
“Then this is gonna be the awkward part,” you said, Dean cocking his head. “You know how he said I had to have an attitude adjustment? Mafia speak...”
“He wants me to...oh fuck no, I’m not laying a finger on you,” said Dean, glaring at the door.
“He will kill you if you don’t you understand,” you said.
“Then let him take a shot at me,” said Dean. “No way...do you trust me?”
“Yeah,” you said, Dean pursing his lips.
“Really, really trust me?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said, Dean nodding his head.
“Okay. I need you to call the Bay Area police, ask to speak to Chief Wallace. Tell him there’s a body in the backyard,” he said, shoving your phone in your hands.
“What?” you asked, Dean sliding off the bed and heading for the door.
“Just do it for me, please.”
You were pretty sure you had your eyes closed the whole time a swat guy guided you out of your room and through the house to the outside. The gunfire had been loud downstairs and Dean never came back. You were positive at least someone hadn’t made it out in one piece.
“Stay,” said the swat guy as he stopped you by the back of a cop car, another officer standing nearby. You must have stood there for nearly an hour before the man who looked like he was in charge walked over.
“Ms. Scalesi? Chief Wallace,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “Your father has been arrested for murder, suspsicion of murder, child abuse and a bunch of other crap we’re sure he’ll admit to once the ball starts rolling. You gonna testify?”
“Testify?” you asked.
“You were witness to a murder for one,” he said. “Unless you have some family loyalty that you’ve suddenly decided to care about.”
“I want a deal,” you said, the chief lifting his chin. “One of my dad’s guys. He got me to call the cops in the first place.”
“Mr. Dean Ragu by any chance?” asked the chief.
“Yeah. Is he okay?” you asked.
“Uh, yeah, he’s okay,” you heard Dean say behind you, a baseball cap on and a big black coat on, a holster on his belt and badge on his hip. “I’ll take it you’re pissed I was a cop and didn’t tell you?”
“You needed evidence,” you said, Dean and the chief nodding. “So you came to me.”
“Oh no, lover boy is in a world of trouble for having relations with a potential suspect,” said the chief, Dean glancing down. “You weren’t the plan but we worked with what we were given.”
“So you just wanted your case solved,” you said, Dean opening his mouth, snapping is shut after a moment. “It’s alright. I’ll uh, I’ll testify. Whatever you guys need, you can have.”
Two Months Later
Dean was standing at your front door in the pouring rain and he still had that blank expression on his face when you opened it up.
“Your new apartment looks nice,” he blurted out.
“It’s a dump but thanks,” you said, waving him inside. “Why are you here?”
“Did you maybe want to go on a date again? We had a lot of fun the last time,” he said.
“Is this a joke?” you asked.
“No,” he said.
“Sorry but no thanks,” you said.
“Why?” asked Dean. “Because I lied to you? I had to and all the stuff I said on that date, that was the real me.”
“So you talked about your dead mommy too for shits and giggles?” you asked.
“The officer you told about what your father did...he was my uncle. He was staying at our place a few days while his house was having some work done. Your father slaughtered my entire family so no, I didn’t tell you that for fun,” said Dean.
“I should have kept my mouth shut,” you said.
“You should just let it go,” said Dean with a deep breath. “We both have to just let it go.”
“Easier sounding than it is,” you said.
“It’s easier with someone to talk to...someone you enjoy...you can still call me sauce boy if you want,” he said, a smile betraying you. “Come on, I fell for the girl I’m supposed to hate by default. You gotta cut me a break here.”
“I guess you can have a date,” you groaned, Dean smiling as he saw your anger start to fade. “Thanks for...everything.”
“You made my job a whole lot easier. Thank you,” he said.
“Fresh start?” you asked, Dean nodding his head. “You can pick me up at 8 tomorrow.”
“Later, Ms...what’s your real last name?” he asked.
“You can find out tomorrow, Romeo,” you said, Dean smiling as he backed up towards your door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then Juliet. Make sure to wear a dress.”
