Broken Like Me: The Party
Summary: Dean and the reader attend his agency’s annual party where they run into a not so friendly face...
Masterlist
Pairing: Model!Dean x reader
Word Count: 2,700ish
Warnings: language, small fight
A/N: Enjoy!...
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“Wow,” said Dean as you stepped out of the hotel bathroom. “Wow, sweetheart.”
“Is it bad?” you asked. He shook his head and stepped over with a big smile.
“It’s amazing. You look beautiful and hot and sexy and I just want to take that dress right off of you,” he chuckled.
“Considering the amount of time Carla spent finding this for me, I think she’d kill you,” you said. “How’s my back look?”
“As beautiful as the rest of you,” he said, touching a hand to your bare skin. It was an open back dress and far more risqué than you had any right to be wearing. Dean trailed his fingers over the faded scars covering the skin there. “I packed the emergency dress just in case.”
“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “But I’m okay. I love this dress and if your model friends have a problem with my scars, then fuck them.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing your cheek. “I can’t wait to show you off.”
“Or we could skip this agency party thing and go to a nice dinner instead and then come back here and get naked?” you said.
“That is incredibly tempting but we flew all the way out here for Carla,” he said.
“I know,” you sighed.
“It’ll be okay. I promise.”
“Y/N, is that you?” said Carla when you got to the party. “Dean must be drooling.”
“Yes, he is,” you laughed, getting a hug from her, Dean getting his own.
“How you doing babe? Getting along with your parents? That goes for both of you,” she said.
“Yes, mom,” teased Dean. “It’s been pretty good. Y/N’s parents gave her her trust fund back. With interest.”
“To which we promptly decided to leave it be for kids and future weddings and all that stuff. Dean and I have plenty between our jobs,” you said.
“Well I’ve never worried about you two and money. So you’re doing better with your parents still?” asked Carla.
“Yeah. It’s a little awkward sometimes still. They grovel a little bit,” you said.
“They’re trying their best,” said Dean. “Excuse me ladies, I think I see a friend over there.”
“How’s he and his dad really doing? It’s like pulling teeth sometimes,” she said.
“John is going to Dr. Bram every other week,” you said.
“Really?”
“Yeah. John’s got a whole bunch of crap he’s gone through apparently. He’s still not a fan of going but he does it for Dean,” you said.
“It sounds like things are calming down for you two finally,” she said.
“Hopefully. We could do with some quiet,” you said.
“I take it you haven’t started wedding planning yet then,” she teased.
“My mom is looking at professional planners for us so that’s a joy,” you said.
“Want me to say anything?” she asked.
“No mom,” you laughed. “I’ll calm her down if she gets too wound up. Dean and I love each other. There’s no need to rush into a wedding.”
“A wedding is honestly just another day in your relationship, sweetie. It’s a very happy day where you celebrate your love for each other with friends and family. But in the end, it’s a day. You love him and the babe is head over heels in love with you. You’re young. Take the time to make it what you want it to be,” she said.
“Do you think I’ll ever get to the point where my mom would say something like that?” you asked.
“I think so. Dean and his father...I thought about coming to pay John a visit more than once and give him a piece of my mind. But now, they seem to be healing that relationship. I’m sure if you’re patient with them, you’ll get there.”
“I hope so,” you said.
“Well when I met you, you never would have been caught dead in a dress like that,” she said. “I think you got this.”
“Well the scars on my face and arms and chest are gone,” you said.
“Your back is actually not what I was expecting,” she said.
“I got a better scar cream,” you smiled. “A whole lot cheaper than laser surgery.”
“Dean ever offer to pay? He can plenty afford it,” she said.
“He brings it up now and again. He makes so much he doesn’t need. He just puts it out there that he would help if I choose to get rid of the rest,” you said. “A majority of the time though, the only person who ever seems them is Dean though so it doesn’t matter. I tell him to put the money towards something he wants.”
“Looks like what he wants right now is you to come save him,” she said, Dean looking like he was pleading with you to get over there. You walked over with a smile, Dean easing a little as you stopped at his side.
“So is this the farm girl that you gave up Calvin Klein for?” said a guy in a white suit, the other guy with them walking away.
“Down girl,” said Dean when you opened your mouth. “This is Kyle.”
“I think she was ready to tear my throat out,” laughed Kyle. “Nice to finally meet you.”
“Dean doesn’t speak kindly of many of his model friends. But Kyle Kendricks is always okay with me,” you said.
“I told you I’d win her over,” said Kyle.
“Yeah well you’re a loser so it’s not too hard,” chuckled Dean.
“I don’t think those pictures Dean posts of you did you justice, Y/N,” he said.
“Always a suck up,” you said. “Hey, how’d that shoot for the baby food go?”
“Didn’t happen. Super weird. I was ready to sign the contract and everything and apparently the owners themselves said they got somebody else in mind,” he said.
“Was it Gerber?” asked Dean.
“Nah, the other one,” he said. “I don’t have the new dad look they were going for.”
“Considering you do alcohol commercials, probably not,” teased Dean.
“You been keeping him out of trouble lately?” asked Kyle.
“I do my best...unless of course I’m the one causing it.”
“You should come visit us sometime. We got great barbecue,” said Dean.
“I’m on a diet,” grumbled Kyle.
“Why?” you asked.
“Calvin Kline contract is going up soon. Michael Reyburn is apparently more trouble than he’s worth,” said Kyle. Dean nodded and Kyle gave him a smile. “Dude I know it was your gig and-“
“I had it for all of five seconds,” he said. “It’s a lot of money if you can swing it. Just be careful bud.”
“Maybe I’ll stick with beer,” he said, getting a tap on the shoulder from a man. “I’ll talk to you guys later.”
“The way you described him you would think the man has a pocket protector and grandpa pants,” you said.
“Kyle’s a nerd. We always stuck together. That other guy was Jack Bilson. He’s besties with Reyburn so-“
“Also a dick. Good to know,” you said. “So how long do we have to be here?”
“An hour tops. I promise.”
“Well hello,” said a deep voice. You spun around from where you were eating a tiny piece of lobster on a cracker, the man chuckling at you. “That is a hell of a dress.”
“Thanks,” you said, your mouth full.
“You’re Dean Winchester’s charity case, right? Or maybe he’s yours.”
“I can see why they’re going with another model, Michael. Must be pretty hard to fill out those shorts with what you’re packing,” you said, getting a few laughs out of people close by.
“Sweetie you ought to see what a real man is like.”
“Then why the hell am I talking to you?”
“Never been with someone who looks like they beat a lawnmower in a fight,” he said. You smiled and glanced down, grabbing another snack and popping it in your mouth. “Do you ever stop eating?”
“Michael. Try therapy for why ever it is you’re so angry and leave me and Dean the Hell alone,” you said.
“Said the freak show,” he said.
“Reyburn,” said Dean as he came over, stepping in front of you.
“Oh look, fatty’s here,” he said. Dean clenched his fist and you stood between them.
“Kindly apologize and leave,” you said.
He started to laugh and you got in his face.
“I literally pulled myself from a burning car only to then find myself bleeding out on the side of the road. You know what you do when that happens, Michael? You make a decision and I made the decision to shove my own fingers inside my rib cage to squeeze an artery shut. Do you know how much that hurts, Michael? Do you know what it’s like to sit there, putting yourself in excruciating pain just so you have a chance at living? No. No you don’t. I am very good at dealing with shit and that includes you. Now apologize, please, and stay away from him. Or else.”
“I see who wears the pants in the relationship,” said Kyle.
“I see who isn’t in a relationship,” you said. Michael narrowed his eyes and stormed off. You ate another cracker, turning to Dean. “This is so good. You got to try it.”
“You never talk about your accident,” he said.
“Because I don’t remember half of it,” you said. “Come on. He’s a douchebag. I want to go dance with my very handsome fiancé.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“I am so glad to be out of there,” you said when you were back in the hotel room.
“Remind me not to accept next year,” he said, shrugging out of his suit jacket and heading straight into the bathroom.
“You alright?” you called as you stepped out of your heels. You didn’t hear anything and undressed, walking into the bathroom naked and taking your hair out of its bun. “Mr. Winchester…”
“What?” he said grumpily before he spun around.
“What’s wrong, De?” you asked. He looked you over and rested his hand on your right side, tracing over the long scar there.
“You’re beautiful and I can’t defend you because I’m...this,” he said, glancing down at his body.
“I don’t need a man to defend me. He was bullying me and my best friend. I will always stand up for us,” you said. “My handsome and healthy soon to be husband.”
“Why would you even want me?” he asked.
“Because I love you,” you hummed, giving him a smile. He rolled his eyes and turned away.
“I’m gonna shower. You mind?” he asked.
“Alright,” you sighed. You left and went back to the bedroom, changing into a pair of shorts and one of his shirts. You flipped through the room service menu and ordered some fries and a brownie, listening for Dean to be done with his shower.
When it was still going by the time the food got there though, you went back in.
“Dean. I ordered a late night snack if you want some,” you said.
“I’m not hungry, sweetheart,” he said. You sighed and opened up the steamed up shower door. “What the hell?”
“It has been an hour. You never take showers this long unless you’re upset,” you said.
“I’m not upset,” he said. You stared at him and he groaned, turning off the water. He brushed past you for his towel and you rolled your eyes, going back to the room and nibbling at the food. He didn’t say anything as he came in a minute later, taking his clothes with him to the bathroom to change.
“Since when are we shy in front of each other?” you asked. Dean shook his head and went over to his suitcase, folding his suit nicely. “Silent treatment, very mature.”
“What is your problem? I want to be left alone,” he said, shoving the suit down.
“Tough shit,” you said as you knelt up on the bed. “I care about you and right now, I get the feeling I care a hell of a lot more about you than you do yourself so until further notice, I’m in charge.”
“You’re in charge? Of what?” he scoffed.
“Get in the bed.”
“Make me.”
You stared at him, Dean crossing his arms. You stood up and walked over to him, getting in his face.
“You gonna push me?”
“If you don’t want to talk then at the very least you can indulge me and go lay down on the damn bed,” you said.
He glanced down and went back to his suit, fixing it before he went to a side of the bed and sat down. You went right next to him, Dean stiff until you shifted behind him, wrapping your legs and arms around him.
“What are you doing?”
“Hugging you,” you mumbled against his shoulder.
“Do you remember that night I missed our date? I went to Dr. Bram’s and was a complete mess?” he asked.
“I remember you had a bad night,” you said. He put one of his hands over yours and held onto your arms.
“Part of that night was because of the model that got the contract after me. Reyburn. He made some nasty comments. I thought I was over it but apparently not,” he said.
“Dean. Yes, Michael Reyburn is a physically fit person and yes he is physically attractive. He’s also a horribly ugly person. He’s disgusting and mean. You on the other hand are the kind of person that made someone like me, someone so beaten down from a lifetime of crap, feel happy and beautiful and loved. You’re the most attractive person I’ll ever meet, Dean. The way you look on the outside, everything else, that’s just a bonus, De.”
He looked over his shoulder at you, peeling your arms away so he could turn and kiss you.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.
“S’okay,” you said. You ran your fingers through his short strands, Dean curling into the touch. “They had cheese fries. I got them just for you.”
“I really should watch what I eat,” he said.
“You had a salad for lunch and we skipped dinner. I say it’s okay, Dean,” you said. “It’s got bacon-“
“That should have been your opener, sweetheart,” he chuckled. You gave him another kiss and hug before you let him go to the table and bring over the food. “I’m sorry Michael was such a pig to you.”
“Well he sounds like he has his own issues to work out,” you said. “Forget him. I also had a great idea while you were in the shower.”
“What’s that?”
“Instead of flying home, want to do a road trip? Hit up some of those places you see on the food channel on our way back?” you asked.
“So no flight and awesome food? I’m sold,” he said. “What about work?”
“I have a lot of unused vacation time. It’ll be fun. We’ve both been busy lately,” you said. “What do you say?”
“I say I’m going to marry a little genius,” he said. He kissed your nose and started to eat, the two of you quiet for a while, your head leaning on his shoulder when you finished. “Y/N.”
“Mhm?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Dean.”
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