Summary: You’ve just moved across the country but your stuff is stuck in a storm one state over. A neighbor (Dean... obviously) offers to let you stay at his apartment until your stuff shows up. Neighbor!Dean AU
Word Count: 2387
Warnings: None
A/N: I was going to just make this a one-part fluffy oneshot, but apparently I’m incapable of writing anything without an angsty backstory and at least one psychotic or sociopathic element. Also, as I was writing this, I came across the song Spotlight by Patrick Stump and it seemed to fit perfectly for the series in that cheesy the moral of this story is kind of way. But yeah, this one-part oneshot accidentally turned into a over-20,000 word story. Sorry about that. One of these days I’ll write a one-part fluffy oneshot. Maybe.
Spotlight by Patrick Stump
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“No, I understand,” you said into your phone, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We can’t exactly control the weather, can we?”
“We’ll have the truck to your place as soon as the roads open. And we’ll even give you thirty percent off the final price for the delay.” The man on the other end of the call really did seem apologetic, though probably just because the situation cut into his profits.
“Thanks. Just… call to let me know when I can expect you guys, I guess.” He promised he would and you ended the call.
“Dammit!” You yelled. The outburst didn’t make you feel as good as you’d expected, so you kicked the tires of your old junker car. Jumping back and holding your toes, you groaned. “Ugh, dammit all.”
This was supposed to be a new start. Get away from the controlling and suffocating eye of your “family” and begin anew as someone completely different. Everything had been going well; you’d bought a car that had only broken down once on your cross-country drive to Virginia, stayed in run-down motel rooms, and you even found a nice apartment in your self-imposed monthly budget. But the movers were late because of a freak spring snowstorm a state over. You didn’t have a bed or even a couch in your new apartment. All you had were a few boxes of clothes, books, and kitchen stuff in your car.
“That car do something to you?” A deep voice asked from behind you. You turned and were arrested at the sight of the deepest emerald eyes you’d ever seen. Tearing your gaze away from the sparkling irises, you saw that the rest of his face was just as beautiful. He half-grinned, amused at something as he kept walking closer. “Cars usually win any fight you pick with them.”
You shook yourself a little. Get ahold of yourself! “You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
“I’ve learned not to argue with my baby,” he stopped a few feet from you and held out his hand. “I’m Dean Winchester.”
You took his hand and ignored that annoying schoolgirl flutter in your stomach. “Y/N. Nice to meet you, Dean.”
“Trust me, Y/N,” he winked. “The pleasure’s all mine. So what brings you to my neighborhood?”
“Your neighborhood? Don’t tell me you’re some superhero destined to keep all evil out of this town.”
“Do I have to worry about you trying to take over?”
“Maybe tomorrow,” you smirked. Then your face fell as you remembered your predicament. “But for tonight I’ll stay out of your hair. I have to go find some hotel to plot my grand plan in since the movers got delayed.”
“You’re moving in?” Dean asked, glancing at the apartment building behind you.
“Is this the part where I answer you vaguely in case you’re some creepy stalker?”
“If you’re moving in to Forest Heights then you’ll see me around, but not ‘cause I’m stalking you, sweetheart.”
“Let me guess, you live here.”
“Guilty,” he grinned.
“The listing didn’t say there was a great view, but I guess they left a few things out.” His eyes lit up at your attempt to flirt and as much as you wanted to keep bantering with him, a sudden wave of exhaustion fell over you and the urge to find a semi-comfortable bed overpowered all else.
“The view definitely improved now that you’re here, sweetheart.”
“Sorry to cut this meeting short, but it’s been a long day and an even longer drive. Do you know of any cheap motels nearby?”
“Yeah, I do,” Dean shifted his weight and kept looking at you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer. “It’s called my apartment.”
“Wow,” you said drily, a little disappointed. If this was the kind of man your neighbor was, then maybe this wasn’t the best place to move into. “Smooth.”
“I meant my guest room,” he tilted his head with an adorable innocent smile. “What did you think I meant?”
With a roll of your eyes, you took a step back toward your car and played along. “That’s exactly what I thought you meant.”
“Glad we’re on the same page. So whaddya say?”
You pursed your lips and considered for a brief moment, but decided against it. You’d just escaped from a nightmare—you didn’t want to step into another, even if it looked like a daydream. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m still not convinced you’re not a creep.”
“C’mon, does this look like the face of a psycho?” That adorable smile made another appearance and, surprisingly enough, you found that you did feel like you could trust him. But feelings weren’t always correct, and you decided to play it safe.
“Ted Bundy didn’t look like a psycho serial killer, but look at the verdict. A girl can’t be too safe.”
Dean thought about your words before nodding once, conceding your point. “Fair. There’s a hotel a few—“ His phone rang and he paused in his sentence to check the screen. His whole demeanor changed from helpful and flirtatious to serious and professional at the drop of a hat. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”
You nodded and motioned that it was okay.
“Winchester,” Dean answered briskly.
“He’s back,” Agent Singer said without preamble. Dean stiffened immediately and glanced at Y/N.
“Who?” He knew what the answer would be. The first unsub who had ever gotten away from him. His very first case in the bureau, actually.
“The Artist,” Dean’s boss replied, confirming Dean’s worries. “Three women were found in Northern California a month ago and—“
“Why are we just hearing about this now?” Dean interrupted. “If this happened a month ago we should have heard about it before.”
Agent Singer sighed in frustration. “Because they didn’t connect them until we found two last week here in Virginia. The case is active again and we’re assigned to it. Everyone is coming in in an hour. Gwen, Lee, and Jim are flying out west to handle the murders there. We’ll start by figuring out what changed between now and when he went dark, five years ago.”
“I’ll come in as soon as I can,” Dean said. He looked back at you. You were watching him curiously, but looked away as soon as you saw him looking. “Bobby, remind me what this unsub’s type is.”
Dean listened as Bobby listed the characteristics each victim shared, growing tenser with each piece of information. Everything from the hair color to eyes to body type matched you to a tee. If the Artist was in Virginia, you were at risk. Dean hung up and thought about the best way to handle the situation.
“Work?” You asked, once Dean walked back.
He nodded. “Yeah. Actually…” he reached up to scratch the back of his neck. You were going to think he really was psychotic when he suggested his plan. “I’m probably going to be gone a few hours and my place is more secure than any hotel, so if you wanted to stay there… You won’t have to worry about me and there’s food in the fridge.”
He lifted his eyes to your face. Your mouth was open slightly with shock. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” he replied. “This isn’t a bad neighborhood, but it’s not the best either.”
“You’re offering to let me stay at your apartment. Alone. When you’ve just met me. I could be a klepto or I could be the psychotic stalker. Besides, isn’t the FBI headquarters, like, twenty minutes away? How much trouble could there be here?”
Dean could see that you weren’t going to budge. You’d probably be fine for the night, but he didn’t feel like he could take that chance. For some reason, you’d brought out his protective streak within the few minutes you’d been talking. He could question that later, but for now he had to convince you to take his guest room. And if your number one concern was safety… “Funny that you would mention that. I’m actually headed there.”
“FBI headquarters? You’re FBI?” Your voice was mostly doubtful, but tinged with a little awe.
Dean took advantage of that and pulled out his badge. “Yeah.”
When you took the badge from his hand to inspect it closer, he raised an eyebrow. Most people just took the badge at face value. He waited patiently as you scrutinized the badge. A moment later, you looked up at him, then back to the badge, and finally up at him again. “This is real. You’re really FBI.”
You held the badge back to him and he took it, making sure to brush your fingers with his. “Yes I am.”
“And an FBI agent is going to let a complete stranger stay in his house alone? You can understand why I’m having trouble with this, right?”
“Humor me, Y/N.”
He saw the exhaustion lines in your face and felt a little bad for pressing you when you obviously had a long day, but if he could convince you then it would be worth it. You pinched the bridge of your nose as if warding off a headache. “I’m going to wake up in the morning with you standing over me with a knife, aren’t I?”
Dean relaxed and let a smile come through. If you said that then you were close to agreeing. “Probably. But at least you’ll have slept on a comfortable bed instead of a lumpy hotel one.”
“I’m going to regret this, but I’m so tired I can’t think straight.” You shook your head in resignation and pulled a duffel bag out of your car. “Alright. Show me to your apartment, Agent.”
He grinned at the slight teasing tone in your voice. He guided you toward the building with a hand on your back. “So what brings you to Virginia, Y/N?”
“Just needed a new start,” you answered shortly, pulling away from Dean. Your reaction to his simple question set off a warning light in his head. He knew how to tell when someone was hiding a small secret versus when someone was hiding something big, and you definitely fell into the latter category.
His first instinct was to push you further, but he kept that urge in check. “We’ve all been there.”
When you relaxed, he knew he’d made the right decision. He could find out what was going on some other way at some other time. For now he had to make you feel comfortable so you wouldn’t leave and run right into the Artist’s path.
“So why does a bachelor like you have a guest room? Shouldn’t you turn it into a game room or a cave, or something?”
Dean took the change of subject in stride. “My brother comes to visit a lot. After sleeping on my couch one time he made me get a real bed.”
Y/N smiled tiredly. “Not a comfortable couch?”
“Not long enough. He looks like a giant when he sits on that couch,” Dean grinned, thinking about his little brother. Though little wasn’t exactly the best word to describe Sam. Despite the four year age difference, Sam was taller than Dean.
Arriving at the door, Dean dug his keys out of his jacket pocket. He glanced over to see you watching him thoughtfully. “You two are close.”
You hadn’t phrased it as a question, but Dean answered it as one anyway. “Yeah. We had a few rough years, but he’s still my brother, you know?”
“Right,” you responded tightly, looking away. Dean watched you for a minute, sifting through fifteen minutes he’d known you. He was about to ask if you had any siblings when you looked back at him. “Are you gonna open the door or do I have to pick the lock?”
“You know how to pick locks?”
With a shrug you motioned to the door. “I could show you, but don’t you have to be at work soon? I think it would take me a while if this place is as secure as you say.”
“We’ll save that for our second date, then,” Dean winked and unlocked his door. He went inside and disabled the security alarm. “1979 to disable and 1983 to turn it on again. I’ll get you my spare key, in case you have to go somewhere.”
“You’re insane, you know that, right?” you asked, following him to his kitchen. “You’re trusting a complete stranger with everything in your house.”
“You keep commenting on my sanity,” Dean mused, pulling a key out of a cabinet and sliding it across the counter to you.
You leaned against the marble and placed your hand on the key, fingers touching his. “Or lack of.”
“Well you’re the one who’s staying in my apartment. What does that make you?”
“Crazy.”
Dean got distracted at the gleam in your eye and the way your hair fell over your shoulder. Then you slid the key toward you, leaving his fingers to fall on the cold marble of the counter.
“Now show me to my room or I’m going to fall asleep right here.”
After giving you the grand tour, exchanging phone numbers, and making sure you remembered the security codes, he started for the door. A thought occurred to him and he paused, looking back at you. “What’s your last name?”
You froze, not even having to wonder why he wanted to know. “You’re going to run a background check on me, aren’t you?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that a problem?”
“I’d rather you didn’t,” you muttered. You didn’t have anything bad in your record, but you also didn’t want any of your past dredged up; not when you’d just managed to bury it. “But I guess I can’t say no, since you’re letting me stay the night. It’s Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Why don’t you want me to run a check? You got something to hide?”
“Nothing illegal, but stuff that could change my chance at starting over.”
The interested gleam in his eye made your stomach flip. You didn’t mean to be that mysterious new girl, but since that was what you were, you couldn’t exactly argue against it. Dean nodded once. “Make yourself at home. Eat what you want, sleep. I’ll be a few hours at least.”
Re-read Friends on the Other Side Part 1 http://imaginemethisplease.tumblr.com/post/89118156828/my-first-supernatural-one-shot Then watch this video. This is where I got the idea. "I didn't care who they put in front of me."
Prompt: Being Sam and Deans little sister and getting into a fight Dean and swearing, shocking him.
Word Count: 722
You busted through the hotel room door, you were pissed. Actually pissed wasn't even close enough to describe your feelings towards your oldest brother Dean. The bag of weapons hit the floor with a loud bang as Dean followed in behind you "Y/N, you're gonna wake up Sam, you can stop with the tantrum" I looked over to Sams bed where he was now sitting up. "What's going with you two now?" I looked at Sam avoiding Dean at all extent. "She's being a whiney little bitch, I had to save her ass again because was squirming about beheading the damn vamp" Dean slammed his stuff against the chair, which caused you to jump slightly. You spun your heels as you whipped yourself around towards Dean. "I was going to do it but you had to come in and take my case again, you know I can do this Dean!" you yelled, yeah you knew your brothers were protective of you but sometimes you felt suffocated.
"When Y/N, when were you gonna behead that vamp? After he made his main course at the blood sucker buffet? You were scared and I knew you were" You rolled your eyes at him, Sam sitting quiet knowing he didn't want to say the wrong thing to make either you or Dean even more hot blooded. "I'm trying to protect you from these damn things, but all you do is bitch about it" You were upset by this point, you could practically feel your blood boiling in your veins. "Fuck off, Dean!" you yelled as he stood there in amazement, his eyes wide as you covered your mouth. He didn't mutter a word, you reached for your bag and walked over to the door connecting the two rooms together and walked into it slamming it, you left your brothers there to be in amazement at the three words that just came out of your mouth, you normally wouldn't have said to Dean but he just made your veins run hot.
You had some cheesy movie on that you'd found on the TV, your knees supporting your head as you watched the screen. "Y/N" you heard Deans voice through the door. You knew the door was open but you weren't gonna answer it, he'd eventually just let himself in. "Y/N I have cookies" you finally perked up "Come on in Dean" you eventually said as he came walking in, handing you the package of cookies before making himself comfortable on your bed. "Look I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to go all Dad on you" You set the cookies beside "I'm sorry for what I said to you too, you know I'm just trying to prove myself" Dean moved beside you, he wrapped one of his arms around your shoulders. "I'm just trying to protect you is all kiddo, truth be told I didn't want you thrown into this life. You deserved to have a real life, not a hunters life" You slid your knees back up "You guys have been taking care of me and I don't want that burden on you or Sam anymore" you shrugged your shoulders as Dean pulled you a little closer to him.
"Y/N I take care of you like I take care of Sam and I don't care how old you get, you'll always be that pigtail wearing girl with the bright smile and sparkle in her eye. I know Dad forced this life on you and that was wrong of him because you were just young when you took down your first demon" you looked up at him and laughed "I thought you weren't one for chick flick moments" a little bit of red came to his face "Well it comes with being a big brother to a girl" making you laugh his eyes looked into your eyes "I'm proud of you Y/N. Remember I said that" You wrapped your arms around him, giving him a hug "I'm proud of you too, Dean. You're stronger than I could ever be" Once he released you from his arms he got off the bed "Don't tell Sammy about this okay?" you then heard Sams voice pipe from the other room "Kinda hard when you left the door open!" he yelled making you both laugh.
Author: Me (Kat)
Prompt: Based on 'Stairway to Heaven" Season 9: Episode 22
Warnings: None that I can think of.
You slowly walked from the back wall and headed towards Dean the fear growing inside the pit of your stomach. In the two years you've been with Dean you never feared anything more than the way he was right now. You've faced vengeful spirits, vampires, demons and none of that even made you blink once but right now the only thing you're afraid of is the one thing you thought you'd never have to be. You were standing a few feet away from Dean, you felt his eyes lock on you. "Y/N you're not safe, step back" his gruff voice didn't phase you, you weren't going to leave until the blade was dropped and Dean knew you were that stubborn. You glanced your eyes to Sam and Castiel who were motioning you to them but you had no intentions of giving up trying to get Dean to back down.
"Dean you promised me this wasn't going to take over who you are, you promised me that you'd still be that man I loved and you lied to me. I don't know who you are anymore!" you choked out, the tears forming in your eyes, the look in Deans eyes you could tell there was just no sympathy in them. You felt the anger in the pit of your stomach growing higher as he said nothing and moved a little closer to your body. "Y/N" he spoke, his voice soft "I had to do this, it was the only way" he lifted your chin up so your eyes were looking into his "All because you had to go and gank Abbadon, you couldn't let somebody else take the job. You were so called destined. That's bullshit" you spat out, your hands balled up into fists. Dean was angry now but of course being the hunter that you are it didn't bother you.
"Your pride is more important to you than Sam and I. Look at the way you treat everyone, it's amazing we still even stuck around" Dean came at you, looking at his arm you could see the fire of the mark spreading through out the veins around it. "Dean, stop!" you heard Sam yell but it was too late, the blade slashed through your shirt, hitting your skin making a gash across your abdomen, you gasped as it burned through. "Y/N!" Cas and Sam yelled in unison, you heard them but you could barely see them your eyes stung with tears and fuzzy because of how much pain you were in. You heard the blade drop, you didn't bother looking over at Dean.Your throat burned and when you coughed you felt the taste of blood come from your mouth.
"Y/N..." Deans voice trailed off as you ran your hand across your now bleeding abdomen, bringing up to your face you seen the blood. Your breathing was heavy as you looked at Sam who was trying all he could to get the bleeding to stop. You knew Cas was going to heal you but you heard his voice and Deans which you knew could result in a long conversation and possibly a fight. "It's gonna be okay, Y/N" Sam said pushing on your gash. You felt the tears go down your cheeks, you knew you were going to survive through this but the fact that Dean turned against you, broke your heart and all you wanted now was to be numb. Nothing in this world was hurting you more than knowing the person that promised they'd never hurt you did.
