Undercover
Summary: You and Dean go undercover to a gala for a hunt.
Warnings: little bit of jealous Dean, spn voilence, language, smuuut!
Pairing: Dean x reader
A/N: This was written for @anaelsbrunette 20th birthday challenge! I had the prompt ‘ Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress’ I hope you enjoy this! and a happy (early) birthday!!!.
A/N 2: The text divider is from the very talented @talesmaniac89
Wordcount: 2166
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You were applying the last touches of your make up when you felt a presence behind you.
“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress, Dean.” You looked at him through the mirror, admiring the tuxedo he was wearing. This man looked handsome on a normal day, put him in a nice suit and you could hear your own funeral starting.
“Because we can’t go undercover to a gala in jeans sweetheart. Besides, you’ll look hot in it.” He said with a wink.
With a big sigh you moved to your bed to retrieve the dress. “Fine! But if I need to run from the shifter that will be impossible, especially with these heels!”
“Don’t worry Y/n, I’ll have your back. Now get dressed! We’re already late.” He left the room with that.
You put on the dress. It was a satin dark green dress with a deep cleavage, an open back and a thigh slit. It was a beautiful dress but you would never have chosen it, a little too open for your comfort, but Dean said this was the dress code. You had to play your part and now that you had it on, you must admit, it looks good.
You put on your matching heels and slipped the silver knife in your thigh holster under your dress. You were ready to go. You made your way to the garage where Dean was waiting. Your heels echoed on the concrete floor.
“Finally! I thou-“ he stopped mid-sentence as his eyes slowly traveled up your exposed leg, over to your deep cleavage, you saw him swallow hard and his pupils widened. With a proud smirk you walked around the car to step into the passenger side.
“You were saying?” you asked as he took place behind the wheel, his eyes still feasting on you.
“Y-you look gorgeous, sweetheart.” He stuttered.
“Well you don’t look so bad yourself, handsome.” You winked at him.
You and Dean had been friends for quite a while, you two flirted a lot, but it never went further then that.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As ever” You said.
You arrived at the party about 20 minutes later, Dean had refused to put baby up for valet, and considering it was hard if you needed a fast escape, he parked a little further down the road and you walked until the mansion.
You were looking for a shifter that impersonated rich people, it had killed five people already. You and Dean would pretend to be Mister and Misses Goldberg, while Sam would sneak inside to look at the camera’s.
Dean wrapped his arm around your waist as you neared the entrance.
“You got your knife?” he whispered in your ear, his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.
“Yes” you answered him.
Dean guided you inside, his hands placed on your lower back, sending electricity straight to your core.
God you were never gonna survive this night.
He picked up some champagne from a waiter and handed you a glass.
“Guys? Clink your glasses if you can hear me.” Sam said through the earpiece both you and Dean wore.
You lifted your glass and clinked with Dean as he winked at you.
“Okay good, I haven’t spotted him yet so do your thing, mingle with the crowd and do not blow your cover. They have the cops on stand bye because of the recent murders.” Sam warned both you and Dean.
“Mingle is our specialty.” Dean said as he put both your glasses down and took your hand to guide you to the dance floor.
“I thought you didn’t dance?” you put your right hand in his and your left on his shoulder. He put his free hand on your waist.
“I do, on occasions” he started to sway you to the music. For a big guy he sure was light on his feet.
“Tell me, where did you learn to dance like this, Dean?” you looked up at him, into his beautiful emerald eyes.
“I dated a tango teacher once, she showed me some moves” he grinned.
“Of course you did” you chuckled, trying to ignore the pang of jealousy. “You’re very good.” You complimented him.
“Why thank you my lady, you haven’t stepped on my toes so you’re okay too” you could feel his chest rumble under your hand as he chuckled.
His hand on your waist pulled your closer, his fingers touched the bare skin of your back, dipping slightly beneath the fabric to touch the dimples above your butt. You looked at him and felt your cheeks reddening.
“You look beautiful Y/n” he told you, his eyes not looking into yours but aimed slightly lower.
“Thank you.” You whispered back. He dipped his head lower, tilted it to the side as you felt his breath fan over your lips. You took in a shaky exhale, going on your tip toes as your hand shifted from his shoulder to the side of his neck.
“Guys! It’s upstairs! Go now!” Sam yelled through your earpiece, totally ruining the moment…
Dean shortly nodded towards the camera and guided you both off of the dance floor.
‘Damnit Sammy, you are a cock block!’ you thought to yourself as you and Dean sneaked your way up the stairs.
Once you were the behind the corner and out of sight from everyone, you pulled your knife from your thigh holster.
You saw Dean pulling one from his ankle, his butt on nice display in front of you when he bent to take it. He really was perfect in every way.
“He’s in the last room on your right.” Sam instructed.
You put your hand on Dean’s arm and whispered. “Let me”
You went in front of him and tucked your knife away, patted your dress down and went in the room.
“Oh! Sorry, I must have the wrong room!” you giggled at the shifter, a stumble in your step to appear drunk. “I was looking for the bathroom.”
The shifter smiled at you and stepped closer. “Well ain’t you a sight for sore eyes? What’s your name, sugar ?”
“Y/n” you answered him in a sultry voice.
“Mh pretty name for a pretty lady. I’ll show you the bathroom, sugar.” He put his hand on your lower back and opened the door, his hand instantly dropped lower to grope your ass.
“HEY!” Dean yelled as came from the hall into the room and punched him in the throat, making the shifter stumble back inside. You quickly closed the door behind you to cancel out the noise.
“Hands off, dickbag!” Dean had him pinned to the floor, groaning loud as he punched the shifter in the face over and over again before finishing it off with a silver knife to its heart.
He stood up, his chest heaving as adrenaline pumped through his veins from the kill.
“Well that worked out perfectly, we just have to hide the body.” You stepped closer and lifted the legs to pull it into a closet and shut the door. “There, problem solved!”
When you turned around to walk out of the room you bumped into Dean’s chest.
“Never do that again” he said in a deep voice.
“Do what?” you asked him.
“Go inside with a shifter and no plan!”
“Dean, I knew you had my back and I had my knife, we just needed a distraction, so I gave one.”
He stepped closer to you, you walked back until your back hit the wall.
“He touched you.” He said, his voice deep. He was so close, you could feel the heat coming off of his chest.
“He did, but you killed him” you whispered, the tension weighing heavy in the room.
His hands came to your waist and slipped down and back to your butt. You gasped as he squeezed both your ass cheeks firmly in his big hands.
“This dress Y/n…” he groaned as he buried his face in your neck, “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
Your hand cupped the back of his head and you arched your neck, giving him more access to kiss it. You moaned as he pressed his hips into yours, you could feel his hard cock rubbing against you.
“F-Fuck Dean… you’re hard?” you wrapped one leg around his hips, pulling him closer so he could rub against your core.
“Hell yeah I am, you look gorgeous” he kisses down your neck to your chest, tugging the dress aside to kiss at your breast, chuckling when he saw your nipple sticker. “Is that a nipple sticker?”
“I didn’t have a bra for this, I had to improvise!” you told him.
He hummed in understandment and used his teeth to peel it off and locked his lips around the sensitive bud. Sucking on it.
“F-Fuck Dean… I want you. Now” you moaned as you fisted his hair.
His hand opened his pants as he kept his lips around your nipple, as soon as his pants was open he picked you up by the thighs. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tugged at his hair so you could kiss him. your hand slipped down his white shirt to grasp his hard cock. Pumping it slowly.
He growled into your mouth, teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Put me inside now” he groaned into your mouth.
You moved your panties to the side and put his cock at your entrance, he slowly pushed inside you, stretching you open around his thick girth.
You arched your back and let your head fall back against the wall. “Fuuck… y-you’re so big.”
His hands tightened on the back of your thighs as he pushed all the way in, your clit against his pelvis as he started to grind into you.
“Graaah sweetheart… you’re so tight.” He panted in your neck, tongue licking and teeth biting at your pulse point.
“Fuck me Dean. Hard.” Tugging at his hair you made him look at you.
He pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Your butt bounced against the wall with his powerful thrusts, the pictured frame that hung next to your head fell down, but neither you nor Dean cared. All you cared about was his cock deep inside your pussy.
“You’re so wet, I can feel you dripping down my balls baby.” He groaned and looked down at where he disappeared into you. “You’re creaming all over my cock baby… fuck you feel amazing.”
You tugged at his tie to loosen it, kissing his neck, sucking a hickey. You moved up his neck to his stubbled jaw, loving the tingly sensation it gave you.
“D-Dean… I’m close. G-gonna come.” You moaned, head back, clinging to his broad shoulders.
“Come for me Y/n. Clench my cock baby.” He went even harder. Pounding you into the wall, he was starting to lose his rhythm, his hands grasped you harder, no doubt leaving bruises.
You tugged hard at his hair as you came around his cock, soaking his pants as your arousal gushed out of you.
“DEAN FU-“ he clasped his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. His own eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked into you as he filled you with his warm cum. His jaw clenched and he growled loud with his mouth closed, trying to keep quiet.
“Fuck Y/n!” he whisper yelled as he looked down at his cock buried deep inside you. “You made quite a mess sweetheart.” He chuckled as he looked at his soaked pants and the puddle on the floor.
“I… I never did that before” you panted, “Fuck Dean that was… a-amazing.” You cupped his cheek and unwrapped your legs from his waist as he pulled out and slipped your panties back in place. He kept his hands on your waist, your legs still trembled from the mind-blowing orgasm.
“Guys… you really need to go, also next time… please take out your earpieces. This was… awkward.” Sam said in your ear.
You felt your face heat up. “S-sorry Sam…” you said and looked around for a camera in the room.
“You didn’t see my girl, right?” Dean asked.
“Hell no. I shut off the camera, but yeah, I am still scarred for life.” He said.
“Good.” Dean said.
You and Dean took off the ear pieces and made your way out of the room. He still had his arm around your waist to keep you up right. You took the back entrance out. With your wobbling legs and Deans’ stained pants, people didn’t even need to think about what happened.
You walked out and to the impala. You both got inside.
“So, I’m your girl huh?” you asked him with a smirk.
He started the engine and pulled you closer, putting his hand on your thigh. “Hell yes you are.”
“We should have done this undercover thing way sooner.” You chuckled as he kissed your cheek and drove home.
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