*Ambra couldn’t help but overhear Kaz and shyly approach him with a nervous demeanor. She didn’t really interact with kids that often.*
Ambra: I’m sorry if I’m bothering ya, but you shouldn’t worry about growing up so quick. You’ve probably heard that like a thousand times before, but it’s true, y’know?
I’d just recommend focusing on having fun and being carefree while you can. Would you like a frisbee or something? I’m sure that I could summon one for you.
Dancing Around Fate - Part 1: One Foot at a Time, Smith-y
Blurb: The Winchester brothers find themselves traveling down towards Houston, Texas when multiple deaths of teenage dancers leave them confused and lost. Trying to figure out what could be killing off these kids with cold feet, they turn towards the one person that’s been around them most of their time – Y/N L/N, the well-known dance instructor of Texas. As the deaths seem to get closer towards Ms. L/N, the boys figure that they could very well be dancing around fate…
Pairing: Dean x dance instructor!reader
Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple deaths, FBI agent Winchesters, the boys in suits, mentions of blood, suggestive moves, Dean SINGS & DANCES, Mentions of teenage deaths,
Series Tags: @gh0stgurl @karinavictoria11 @lauriz67 @destieladdict-221b
Tags are open until further notice, as well as F.I.T (Forever In Tags)!
~Long Chapter Ahead!~
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I stirred in my sleep as the constant ringing came from the small, sorry excuse for a kitchen as I buried beneath my pillow, only for the ringing to echo louder against the fluffy material. A primal growl fought past my throat as I ripped my head from my hiding spot before tossing the fluffy cloud onto the floor, only to drag myself into the kitchen and sleepily tug the corded telephone against my ear.
“Hello, L/N speaking, and this better be good-”
“This is Agent Smith, I’m calling for one of your students,” a groggy, irritated sounding voice sighed through the phone. Clearing my throat, I stood a little straighter whilst tangling my free hand in the curly cord as I moved a little further from the receiver.
“My… My student? Who?” I murmured, trying to rid myself of any sleep that hung around still. The voice went quiet for a moment before a quiet murmuring came from the other end -- was he at the station? My question was asked when I heard the high-pitched whine from an ambulance. Nope, definitely not the police station.
“Her name is Alison, Alison Jones. Her phone had you as one of her top emergency contacts,” the voice hummed as I rolled my lips together before carefully pacing as far as the cord would allow me.
“What... What happened to her? Why am I being contacted at 4 in the morning?”
“I’m… I’m sorry, but Alison was found dead this morning.” The rough voice spoke lowly, my heart dropped. I could feel my mouth open but nothing came out. She… She’s dead? Alison is dead?
“Where?” I clenched my jaw, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I turned back into my bedroom, grabbing the closest shoes to me before leaning against the doorway as a scoff came from the other end.
“What? Ma’am, this is a serious matter, besides it’s 4 in the morning-”
“I said, where. I didn’t ask what time it was, and you, sir, are acting as if I’m not taking one of my students’ deaths seriously,” I paused, grunting as I finally tugged on the leather boot and stood, placing my hand on my hip with a huff. “And that’s where you are very mistaken. So, I shall ask again -- where?”
I slammed the Chevrolet Camaro shining black door behind me, my jaw clenching as I wrapped the pale beige shaw closer as I marched towards the area enclosed with flashing red and blue lights while yellow police tape wrapped around the ditch where I figured… It happened.
“Excuse me, miss, you can’t enter-”
“I’m the one that was called for Alison… The man’s name was-”
“Ms. L/N! Sir, she’s with us,” the officer and I turned towards the two men marching towards us. The shorter one had spiked chestnut hair, a bit of scruff littering his jaw and cheeks, and these marvelous green emeralds that held a tight glare. The tallest had shaggy chocolate brown hair, a bit more clean face but still had some scruff, and his eyes held what looked to be different colors that had more of a friendly hold in them.
Smiling softly, I shrugged past the man who still held onto my bicep as the two agents stopped in front of him. The taller one stepped forward, his large hand taking my own as I sent him a thankful look.
“This women is with you? What you boys can’t handle a little hit and run?” The officer lowly chuckles as I halted any movements, turning my head sharply back, I snarled my lip and took a few threatening steps towards the man.
“Excuse me, what’s your name?” I batted my lashes lightly, curling my lips into a smile as I could feel the two men behind me bore their eyes into my back.
“Uh, Officer Baker. Why do you ask?” The man asked with a tick of his brow. I took another step towards him, raising my hand before jabbing my index into his chest.
“Because I’ll need your name for when I get you,” I paused, before jabbing my finger with each word spat. “Wrote. Up. Understood?” I grinned with a snarl before rearing back and turning on my heel before moving past the two agents that seemed to gawk as I moved past them.
“Gentlemen, if you could join me that would be fantastic,” I called behind me, turning and glancing at them from over my shoulder as the two turned and shared a look with one another. A look that read, ‘damn.’
“So, your Ms. L/N?” The taller one spoke as we moved into the taped area. I swallowed thickly as my gaze landed on a black body bag just off to the side. “Uh, yes, and you are, sir?” I turned towards them, crossing my arms over my chest as I hugged myself tightly.
“You know my partner, Agent Smith,” as if on cue the shorter man pulled out an FBI badge. “And I’m Agent James.” The taller one, err, Agent James pulled out his own badge before they both placed them back in their pockets.
“Nice to meet you both, even under this… Horrible situation.” I hummed, clearing my voice as they frowned. We grew quiet, the night moved carefully as the blinding lights still shone and the freshly made dew gently dampened the grass and cement around us.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. L/N… No one deserves this, especially someone so young.” Agent Smith sighed as I glanced at him, frowning some. I nodded and rolled my lips together before turning back towards them.
“Agent Smith, Agent James, I understand how this works but… In all honesty, I would much rather be questioned about Alison in the comfort of my studio. If you do not mind, of course.” I spoke carefully, swallowing at the lump growing in my throat, they shared a glance before nodding. “Ms. L/N, if that makes you more comfortable than it’s fine with us.” Agent James spoke with a soft smile as I relaxed gently.
“Thank you, agents… Agent Smith, could you escort me back to my vehicle?” I turned my attention towards him as his eyes widened before clearing his throat and nodding, taking a step towards me, he raised his arm and we started towards the Camaro.
“Ms. L/N-”
“Please. Call me Y/N, I understand it’s to be formal but… Formal never was my type.” I grinned softly as we came to a stop next to the vehicle. Agent Smith’s eyes widened as he opened my door, yet I found myself grinning as I rolled down the window just as the door closed.
“I suppose you’ll lead the way, Y/N..” Agent Smith grinned with a small smirk ticking at the edge of his lips.
“I suppose so, Agent Smith-y,” I smirked gently, biting the inside of my cheek as he chuckled, patting the edge of where my window once sat. “Please, call me Dean, Y/N.” Agent Smith, err, Dean spoke with a grin as I smiled back.
“Mm, I don’t know, I may call you Smith-y a little longer… Smith-y.” I chuckled softly, clicking my tongue as I flicked the switch that rolled up my window, leaving Dean to back away as he patted his hands against his thighs as I turned Ghosts’ keys, making his engine roar. I sighed, flexing my fingers around the rubber steering wheel before revving his engine and taking off back towards my studio.
While driving, I mentally scorned myself with even thinking of flirting… Alison’s death is something that won’t go unsolved, I wouldn’t allow her to appear on some YouTube page for unsolved murders.
“Please, agents, make yourselves at home…” I coughed as I moved further into the studio, the squeaking from my boots and their dress shoes making me mentally note I needed to mop again.
“Thank you, Y/N… If it’s alright with you, we’d like to go ahead and get on with the questions.” Agent James or Sam spoke carefully as I halted in my steps before clearing my throat and nodding.
“Of… Of course,” I paused while turning on my heel and moving towards the stack of plastic chairs before tugging two, then three down and sliding them across the floor. “Please. Take a seat.”
“Now, Y/N… How long have you known Alison?” Sam asked quietly, pulling out a small notepad as I huffed, crossing my legs as I wrung my hands together.
“I’ve known Allie since she was perhaps 12?”
“And she just turned 18, correct?” Dean asked, causing my eyes to glance towards him and give a nod. Sam wrote it down as I rolled my lips together before wrapping my arms around my chest.
“Agents… I need to know who did this to my girl, who hurt her.” I whispered, my voice trembling as I cleared my throat in an attempt to hum away the lump growing in my throat. Both men shared a glance before turning their attention back towards me. I reached up, rubbing a hand over my face before turning my eyes back to them.
“Y/N, does Alison have any… Real parents? When the officers unlocked her phone, the only emergency number present was yours.” Dean spoke carefully, his brows knitted together as I sighed with a breathy laugh.
“She did. Her parents… God, her parents were like any other, they wanted their kid to become a doctor or a lawyer, and God, did they hate dancing.” I chuckled, shaking my head before leaning further back in my chair, hugging myself before continuing.
“Alison’s parents hated her passion for dancing, but they hated me more. They didn’t want someone to spark the small flame that she set for herself, so, when they figured out where she ran off to -- let’s just say it got to the point where I had officers escort them off my property, which was followed by several harassment charges and finally ended with restraining orders on them both.”
They glanced at each other as I clicked my tongue, shrugging before sitting forward with my elbows planted against my knees as I sighed.
“It’s funny though, they hated her passion for dancing while I, a stranger to her, built it. I gave her the shoves she needed to step up and lung across the stage. And that’s all she wanted to do was to be herself on stage dancing to the song she wanted to, where the costumes she wanted, and… And to help me show anyone could dance.” I whispered the last part, feeling my eyes watering as I coughed on the caught breathe in my throat. Humming, I used my wrist to wipe at my eyes as both Dean and Sam leaned forward, each placing a hand on my shoulders and squeezing.
“I’m… I’m sorry, God, I’m so sorry.” I scoffed, wiping at my cheeks once again before sniffling and sighing. Rolling my tongue over my dry lips, I glanced up to meet Dean’s bright green eyes.
“Y/N, Sam and I, we won’t stop until we figure out what happened to Alison, alright?” Dean spoke with a sweet tone as I sent him a small, soft smile. I reached out, grabbing his rough hand and smiled more.
“Thank you… I, listen, it is getting late and I’m sure you both don’t want to be driving home once morning rush hour starts up.” I spoke while slowly standing as they followed, Sam tucking away his notepad as him and Dean grabbed their chairs, stacking them.
“Thank you, Y/N, for this.” Sam smiled, sticking out his hand as I shook it with a soft smile. We all walked towards the double doors as I tugged at my bottom lip, getting lost in my mind as I realized… What was I going to tell the girls?
Sam moved ahead of Dean, already walking towards the Impala as I raised my brows, moving closer and grabbing Dean’s wrist as I gently tugged him back. “Oh, Dean! Here,” I paused and reached onto the small counter for checking into class.
“This has my personal on it, and my studio is always open if you have questions or anything else you need.” I smiled as his thumb and index grabbed tightly onto it, yet I kept it in my grip as I grinned before sighing and releasing the small card.
“Keep it for emergencies, alright? And watch your footing, you’ll have to have to take it one foot at a time, Smithy.”
Part Two: Coming Soon
Quick A/N: Part one is out! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, I know it’s a bit long, but hey! Can’t complain about the length :) I truly am excited about this series, and I hope it gets all of you excited too!
Remember to dance to your own rhythm! No matter how wild, or how slow, it’s your rhythm 💖
Blurb: The Winchester brothers find themselves traveling down towards Houston, Texas when multiple deaths of teenage dancers leave them confused and lost. Trying to figure out what could be killing off these kids with cold feet, they turn towards the one person that’s been around them most of their time – Y/N L/N, the well-known dance instructor of Texas. As the deaths seem to get closer towards Ms. L/N, the boys figure that they could very well be dancing around fate…
Pairing: Dean x dance instructor!reader
Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple deaths, FBI agent Winchesters, the boys in suits, mentions of blood, suggestive moves, Dean SINGS & DANCES, Mentions of teenage deaths,
Tags are open until further notice, as well as F.I.T (Forever In Tags)!
Feedback is appreciated! It’s the glue to my writing!
Choreography used: JoJo Gomez; Billie Eilish “bury a friend”
Enjoy!
Later in the day, I found myself hugging and holding onto each student tightly as they cried for the lost of Alison. However, I couldn’t bring myself to break tears as they pulled each other into body crushing hugs; I was supposed to be strong for them. They’re my kids, from the moment they step through those doors, to the moment they wish to disown me.
“Ms. L/N, what’re… What’re we going to do? Alison…” Bethany Lane, Alison’s closest friend, swallowed as she tried to wipe her falling tears as I sighed, dropping my strong face and moving towards her.
“Oh, Beth… The police are working hard to figure out who did this to her, and… And we’ll do something, in memory of her, okay?” I smiled softly, grabbing her shoulder and wrapping her tightly in my arms as quiet sniffling came from her. Suddenly, the metal doors slammed open then shut as I glanced over my shoulder, I clenched my jaw before releasing Beth and pushing her towards her friends. I stopped as I noticed the two agents from last night standing there, looking around with scowling looks.
“Agents? Can I…” I paused, glancing back at the girls before wrapping my arms over my chest and pinching my lips together. “Help you with something?”
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” Dean smiled grimly, his hands stuffed into his pockets as they stopped in front of me. I huffed, swallowing the lump in my throat and rolling my eyes.
“I understand I gave you my personal and said my studio is open to you, but… I can’t answer questions today.” I murmured, stepping closer as I wrapped my arms tighter around my body as Sam and Dean glanced over my shoulder, seeing the girls standing around with their arms around each other and quiet sobs raking from them.
“We understand, Y/N… But, this is important to the investigation.” Sam spoke as I sighed, nodding slowly as I turned on my heel and waved for them to follow me. The girls grew somewhat quiet as we moved upstairs, them moving ahead as I waved for the girls to continue.
“What is that you need, anyway? I’m… My students are running on coffee and now their hearts are heavy.” I whispered the last part, biting on my lip as they all nodded before sighing gently.
“We’re sorry for intruding but… We think we might have a lead on who killed Alison.” Sam sighed, a tired grin on his face as I tilted my head, hope already filling my eyes.
“Wait… Seriously? It’s… It’s only been a day! It doesn’t matter, what’s the lead? Who’s the lead?” I dropped my arms while taking a step towards them, but Dean was quick to speak.
“Ah, Y/N, you know we can’t share that information,”
“Like Hell. I’m sorry, agents, I truly am but this… Whoever did this, I want to look in the eye and give them a piece of my mind!” I spat, gritting my teeth as I huffed and took a step back, turning on my heel as I ran a trembling hand through my hair.
Both men went quiet, leaving me to think as I swallowed thickly and shook my head, turning back to them. “Please, they killed one of my girls -- someone I looked at as a daughter,” I mumbled, furrowing my brows as they glanced at each other before sighing.
“Y/N, if we tell you anything then you have to promise that you won’t go after them yourself, okay?” Dean pinched his lips together as Sam moved behind him, shutting the door as I swallowed thickly and nodded.
“I just want whoever did this behind bars, Agent Smith.” I snarled while rubbing my thumb over my index, a trick I’ve learned to use to calm my nerves. Dean glanced at Sam before nodding, and as if on cue, Sam reached into this briefcase looking bag and pulled on a large vanilla envelope, setting it on the counter with a thud.
“Okay, so get this, Dean and I did some background checks on Mr. and Mrs. Jones, thanks to the history you gave us, we figured it’d be worth a shot,” Sam spoke gravelly as I tugged my lip between my teeth, keeping myself at bay from speaking.
“And everything you told us was on their record, but when we went to talk to them earlier this morning their neighbor stated that they left town a few weeks ago.” Sam huffed, annoyance poking out from his voice as I gritted my teeth. Damn…
“But,” Dean cut in. “There was a credit card payment a few days ago made to,” he paused while glancing back at the folder laid out before us. “Martinez’s Auto Industry.”
“So, that’s where you’re heading next, right?”
“It’s the best lead we have right now, but… I don’t know, I have this feeling in my gut that it’s going to end up a dead end.” Sam exhaled tautly before closing the folder and placing it back where it had appeared from.
“I just… Sam, Dean, I need you both, to be honest with me…” I whispered, lowering my voice as I felt my stomach churn. “Is it possible that Alison’s parents killed her?” I swallowed thickly at the words, my heart hammering against my ribs yet it felt like it dropped to the depths of Hell.
Sam and Dean shared a look before turning back to me, their faces barely readable. Sam went silent as if he were thinking it over, while Dean… Dean stood there with his eyes trained to the kitchen floor with his hands tucked away in his dress pants, but then he spoke. “We… We can’t be sure, Y/N. But it’s the best lead we have right now.”
“But… But what happens if this lead ends? I’m not going to let Alison’s death go unanswered, Dean! I just…” I stopped, sighing heavily while straightening my back. “I won’t let it.”
“Y/N, take it from me,” Sam spoke, stepping forward as my eyes quickly cut to him, his large hand landed on my shoulder and gave it a prompt yet reassuring squeeze. “We won’t rest until her killer is found.” I found myself softly smiling, however, it didn’t reach my eyes… Carefully, I moved past them with small tears working up in my eyes.
“I… I have to get to class, you can let yourselves out,” I whispered, opening the door and making each step quick as my heart throbbed and cracked just a little more. Each step seemed to make me want to buckle and fall down, not caring if it led me to fall down the stairs, I just wanted to fall…
Sam and I stayed behind as Y/N went downstairs and you could just… Tell that she was broken; defeated even. And we couldn’t do much to fix it; at least… For now.
“Come on.” I exhaled roughly before quickly moving downstairs, my mind rushing with images of how upset she truly was yet she tried to hide it. Sam’s rushing footsteps followed behind me as I stepped onto the polished wood, I stopped as my eyes floated towards the group of dancers. They moved with a heavy beat that moved throughout the room. Each thump and each heavy bass ripped through your body if you stood still long enough.
“Dean,” Sam hissed, but I couldn’t break my eyes away as I watched Y/N move with the beat. A few moments ago she looked as if she was about to break and cry, but now..? Now, she moved with each heavy beat with a huff whilst staring straight ahead with no tears to be seen.
“Dean. We need to go, now. That place is closing soon.” Sam stepped around me as I took slow steps. I felt almost… Hypnotized by her movements. Each step seemed to read anger, or… Demonic somehow, but they also gave a look of sadness as she slammed to the ground and the music cut.
“Dean! Let’s go!” I blinked a few times, shaking my head as I quickly moved towards the exit, but before stepping out into the hot sun; I found myself pausing and glancing back at her. She rose from the ground, stopping as our eyes met in the mirror and with sweat slowly dripping already, she sent me a faint smile. But, I turned and left…
Sammy and I arrived at the garage without much talk, well, he tried but I wasn’t up for much conversation.
“Okay, let’s get this straight, I do all the talking and you glance around, see if you find anything, alright?” I jutted my thumb at my chest while slamming Baby’s doors shut as we moved towards the screeching coming from the garage, Sam rolled his eyes.
“Really? Are you sure you can after seeing Y/N?” There was a hefty amount of teasing and sass hidden behind his slight hiss. I halted and turned on my heel, clenching my jaw and curled my lip out with a snarl.
“Shut your face. Start walking,” I thrust my thumb behind me as he rolled his eyes before pushing past me. Turning to follow him, I ran a hand through my hair before quickly moving towards the garage.
The metallic screech from the far back echoed, a small shiver going down my spine as it resembled that of a Wendigo, or a Banshee. “Hello?!” Sam shouted into the noise-filled room, yet the screeching never halted as we moved further in, I stopped as I spotted someone’s legs jutting out from beneath a Mercedez-Benz resting above them. Shouldering Sam, I nodded towards the body and walked ahead, Sam yelled out another hello, but nothing changed. Huffing, I took the toe of my shoe and hooked it beneath the person’s ankle, yanking them and their creeper out, yet it was met with a grunt of anger.
“¡Oye! ¿Cuál es la gran idea, gilipollas?” The woman with grease smeared across her cheek and forehead growled before standing, prodding the wrench in her hand at us as Sam and I took a step back, our hands raised to show surrender.
“Woah, didn’t mean to startle you! My partner and I have some questions for you,” I spoke while dropping my hands as Sam did the same. The woman narrowed her eyes before rolling them and tossing the wrench onto the cement, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Alright, well, what’re your questions? I’m sort of, y’know, busy.” She spat as I shared a knowing glance to Sam, who cleared his throat, catching her attention.
“Well, you see, Ms..” He paused, stealing a glance to her nametag. “Ms. Stephanie, yesterday morning Alison Jones was found dead on-”
“On Main street… Yeah, I heard about that this morning. Poor girl.” Stephanie sighed, her expression falling as she reached into her pocket and pulled out a dirtied rag, wiping at her face as she moved past us. “We can talk outside, Barry hasn’t been in so he’ll be at that sawing for a while.” We nodded as we all somewhat shuffled outside, the sun blazing down on us as Stephanie turned back towards us, her face softer than before.
“So, what is it you're wanting to know?”
“Uh, well, Mr. and Mrs. Jones made a payment here a few days ago, but their neighbors said they’ve been out of town for the past few weeks and given their past with their… Passion for arguing.” Sam glanced over at me as I gave a small shrug followed by a slight nod as Stephanie groaned, nodding.
“You're talking about Ms. L/N, right? I know that she and Allie were close, but… If you’re assuming her parents had something to do with this, it’s not likely. Her parents paid off the last payment from Alison’s latest wreck; I finished up her car a few weeks ago.” Stephanie shrugged, keeping her arms crossed as I furrowed my brows. Sam nodded, before frowning. “Well, thank you for your time,” he paused, handing her one of our ‘business cards. “We’ll be in touch.”
Part Three: Coming Soon
Quick A/N: It took me a few days, but I like where this is heading already -- next chapter will push us further into the storyline! I hope you all enjoy this new chapter, and the rest to follow!
Blurb: The Winchester brothers find themselves traveling down towards Houston, Texas when multiple deaths of teenage dancers leave them confused and lost. Trying to figure out what could be killing off these kids with cold feet, they turn towards the one person that’s been around them most of their time – Y/N L/N, the well-known dance instructor of Texas. As the deaths seem to get closer towards Ms. L/N, the boys figure that they could very well be dancing around fate…
Pairing: Dean x dance instructor!reader
Warnings: Cursing, angst, fluff, eventual smut, multiple deaths, FBI agent Winchesters, the boys in suits, mentions of blood, suggestive moves, Dean SINGS & DANCES, Mentions of teenage deaths,
Summary: Dean and Y/N have never really seen eye-to-eye, so when the boys end up saving her on a hunt - again - she loses it. The tension higher than ever, and Dean doesn’t know exactly how to slice it.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of injuries, usual hunting, playing hard to get, nightmares, mentions of death
“No, no, no - absolutely not!” I shouted as I waved my hands through the air, Sam, and Dean frowning as they watched. Sam stepped forward, rubbing one of his hands over his face as I clenched my jaw.
“Y/N, come on, it’s our job-”
“No! No, it’s not “our” job. I took this job from Jody weeks - no, months ago! And all of sudden, you both come trotting in like you own the damn place!” I spat as Sam frowned, looking more hurt than angry as I shifted my weight, rubbing one of my hands over my mouth in anger.
“This is ridiculous, you know that, right? You can’t just keep following me around-”
“Like we want to follow you,” Dean suddenly spoke as I turned my attention away from Sam toward him, arching a brow and frowning as he continued. “You just happen to be in a place in desperate need of assistance and the Winchester boys are here to help the desperate,” Dean smirked while crossing his arms, causing me to scoff and step towards him, Sam going to grab my bicep as I shook him off.
“Oh, that’s real cute, Winchester. You just think you’re all big and bad because you’ve dealt with more than any other hunter, but guess what, other hunters are still risking their lives! They’re still out there leaving their families at random times, whether it be day or night, with little to no explanation on where they were going!” I shouted as I balled my fists suddenly feeling tears build up as I scoffed, my anger suddenly dying down to the point I just felt numb…
“They leave and sometimes they don’t come back.. But, you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you?” I whispered while my bottom lip trembled. Glancing up at Dean, he looked angry but more upset than anything as I took a step away from him, moving back towards my truck as Sam followed behind me.
“Y/N.. Y/N, hey, maybe.. Maybe you shouldn’t be driving. I know Dean and I would feel.. We just don’t want you to get hurt.” Sam’s hand tightened on the window of my truck as I clenched my fists around the steering wheel.
“Dean doesn’t care, Sam.. Neither should you really.” I sighed with a small voice, my short fingernails gently scraping against the rubber steering wheel cover as Sam reached in further, his hand landing on my bicep as I turned my head towards him; only to see a small pout on his lip and his infamous puppy eyes.
“Samuel, how old are you?” I laughed gently as he smiled more, giving my bicep a small squeeze as I sighed, pulling out my keys and backpack before slamming Big Reds’ door shut.
“Well, apparently not old enough to where my puppy eyes won’t work.” He smirked as we wandered back over, Sam wrapping one of his arms around me as I smiled gently but still felt guilty.
I love the boys - more than anything, but there are times where I just.. Need to do hunts on my own. And with them showing up at last minute since three months ago, it’s starting to get on my last nerve; sure, they’re just trying to help but... Ever since last week, Dean and I hadn’t exactly gotten along since I shot him - of course, on accident, but when you scare a hunter while she’s working on her truck and minding her own business on the side of the road, at night, you might just end up being shot in the shoulder…
“Y/N, you still with us?” Dean’s gruff voice sliced through my memories back to when I did shoot him. I looked up to see him eyeing me, as I nodded slowly, walking behind him and Sam as they led the way to the motel room; where I’d most likely be taking the floor.
The motel room was alright - besides the large sex swing that was hidden in the corner, but I tried to ignore that factor as Sam and Dean both slammed their overly packed duffle bags onto the soft beds, I moved towards the small couch and threw my bag down, not needing to unpack.
“Y/N, you know, you can share a bed with-”
“No. I’m fine.” I cut off Sam as he furrowed his brows, making me look away as I laid on the couches’ cushions, feeling the stiffness under my back cause me to muffle a groan. “I’d rather sleep in Big Red tonight..” I mumbled to myself as I turned onto my side, facing out towards the wall, not really bothering to shower or eat.
“Y/N..”
“I’m fine, Samuel.. Really.” I sighed as I rested my head on the back of my bag, closing my eyes slowly as I tried to block out the gently murmuring of the boys and the shifting going on in the room, before it all settled and the rooms’ lights were shut off.
There was still tension, even as I tried to drift off, I could still feel it.. As if someone were breathing down my neck and making me uncomfortable to the point of anger, and irritation. Yet I just attempted to drift into the sweet escape of sleep.. Hopefully not accompanied by anything other than peaceful slumber.
“Let her go, and maybe - just maybe I won’t blow your damn head off.” Dean spat as he aimed his pistol high, the large arm wrapped around my throat tightening and releasing as I clawed at the arm, trying to pull it away from my throat.
My thoughts running everywhere from the lack of oxygen reaching my brain - where am I? Where’s Sam? Who the hell has me?!
“What? Is she precious to you or something, Winchester?! Or, can you not handle watching another one of your friends die because you couldn’t save them!?” The monster, or whoever had me laughed as I felt something sharp press against my chest, right above my heart.
“No! No, take me instead!” Dean suddenly shouted as I turned my eyes towards him, not wanting to wiggle or move in fear I’d somehow cause the sharp point to penetrate me.
“What?”
“You heard me.. Take me and let her go.” Dean calmly placed his gun on the ground, only to stand and put both of his hands on his head. My mouth opened but nothing came out; only a small squeak in attempt to breathe.
The thing that had me suddenly chuckled before throwing me to the ground, the little air I had gotten knocked out of me as I turned onto my side, trying to look for Dean. Shallow breaths left my lips as I finally saw him, but.. But I wanted to scream when I did.
Dean laid on the floor with blood leaking from his chest and arms as I gasped, attempting to scream but I couldn’t. Frantically I crawled to him, his eyes wide and lifeless as choked, yet silent sobs left my lips. My hands moved to his cheeks as I looked down, seeing the dark, thick crimson syrup.
“N.. No.. No, please..” I choked out, as my trembling fingers brushed against his slowly paling cheek, the blood streaks reminding me that of claws. My bottom lip trembled as I glanced around his body, trying to figure out what happened.. That’s when I saw it. The gunshot wound on his shoulder from when I shot him..
“No.. No, no, no - I didn’t.. He’s-”
“You killed him, Y/N.” I spun around to see Sam standing over me, his eyes glossed over as his face read anger, despair, and a small glimpse of thirst for revenge.
“You shot him, and got him killed! You bitch! You got him killed!” Sam suddenly began to scream and yell, as I tried to stumble back only to place my hand on Dean's’ corpse, making more blood smear and gush from his ripped open chest.
“No, I.. I didn’t! I didn’t!” I screamed when Sam suddenly reached down, going for my throat again..
“No!” I coughed out as I sat up, panting. Searching around the dark room as I threw my legs over the edge of the couch, placing both of my hands on my damp forehead. It... It was a dream... Hell, more like a nightmare.
My mouth felt dry as I shakingly stood from the sofa, moving slowly towards the kitchen since I didn’t really study the layout, which was my first mistake. Gently gliding my hands shaking hands over the walls, and bumping into things I finally found my way into the small kitchen, flicking on the small light that sat above the sink.
“It’s fine.. You're fine.. Dean’s fine - everyone is fine and okay, no one is dead.” I whispered as I reached forward, turning on the sink as I listened to the gentle running of water while continuing to whisper to myself.
Cupping my hands, I caught some of the frigid water and leaned down, hoping that it would help me snap back to reality.. But, it just helped me realize how warm my face actually was.
“Sonofabitch,” I growled as I allowed the rest of the water to fall through my fingers, before taking them and gripping the counter, gritting my teeth as I hissed thinking back to the thick, wet blood that flowed through my fingers just as this water had.
“Fuck..” I hissed as I quickly grabbed a hand towel and began to wipe off my hands and face, trying to get rid of the feeling. Suddenly I felt as if someone was watching me.. Slowly I dropped the towel before reaching into my jacket and pulling out my large hunting knife, swallowing thickly, I turned on my back foot and swung the tightened fist that held my knife, only for it stop as I met Dean’s dark green eyes.
“Oh my God, are you out of your damn mind?! I could’ve stabbed you!” I hissed before yanking my wrist away, keeping my fist tight on the handle as I glanced around the room, trying to not pay attention to his prying eyes.
“Yeah, well, that would’ve been easier to deal with than a bullet wound, so,” Dean shrugged as I frowned, turning my attention back towards him as I huffed, before placing my knife back in its little hiding place.
“What the hell are you doing up, anyway?” Dean asked before moving around me, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his bare chest, making me roll my eyes before turning around and flicking the water off.
“That’s none of your concern..” I hissed as he rolled his eyes, grabbing the towel and my wrist as I went to turn away.
“I make it my concern when I hear someone murmuring my name in the middle of the night - and not in a sexy way.” Dean smirked as I rolled my eyes, trying to fight off the sudden heat reappearing.
“Shut it, you idiot.” I snapped as he released my wrist and reached up, grabbing my chin and slightly squishing my cheeks as I frowned, feeling him wipe away some water droplets from my cheek and chin.
“So, what were you dreamin’ about?” He questioned quietly as he gently dabbed the towel against my skin, making me huff some before moving my eyes to where they met his.
“You’d probably think I’m insane,” I whispered, suddenly feeling guilty and strange for dreaming of Dean dying for me.
“Eh, I highly doubt it.. You’ve already shot me, and of course, you almost stabbed me. So, I already think you're insane.” He smirked gently as I huffed again, attempting to pull away from him, only for his fingers to gently dig into my skin, making me hold still once again.
We grew quiet as he finished wiping off the remaining water, but his gentle touches and soft hums made me want to fall right back asleep... But I couldn’t. He released my chin as I looked up at him, watching as he threw the towel onto the counter before he turned back towards me.
“You know, I still like you.. I never hated you, or thought of you any differently.” He whispered, his low voice making me gently smirk as I rolled my eyes, rubbing the back of my hand as I gently scoffed a laugh.
“And I’m still glad I shot you - well, somewhat,” I whispered back, not even realizing how close we were. Dean looked at me with slowly narrowing eyes before he took a somewhat unnoticeable step closer.
“Why just somewhat?” He grinned as I cocked an eyebrow, suddenly realizing that I hadn’t exactly whispered that part... I scoffed and turned my head towards the sink, seeing the small water droplets still clinging to the slowly drying surface.
“Hey.. Y/N, you can talk to me, you know that right?” Dean took another step, and now I could feel him.. The heat radiating off his chest as I licked my lips, looking back towards him as he looked at me with furrowed brows, but sorrow filled eyes.
“I feel guilty.. I know it’s stupid, but Dean... What would’ve happened if I hurt you, then you had to go on a hunt? You would’ve died.. And.. And the thought of that honestly scares me.” I whispered as I felt tears building up once again, just like in the dream... Except, hopefully, Dean wouldn’t end up on the floor… Dead.
“The big bad Y/N is scared for Dean Winchester? That’s a new one.. Usually, it’s the other way around.” He chuckled as I rolled my eyes, clearing my throat at the feeling of a thick lump growing in it.
“Dean, I’m serious.. I had a dream that you died after being shot by me because I was too weak to save myself... And then.. Then, next thing I know you’re on the ground - dead. I had no way of helping you and I didn’t.. I can’t lose you because I was too stupid,”
“Hey, that’s my Y/N, you’re talking about.. You’re not stupid and you’re sure as hell not going to lose me. You got that?” Dean closed the remaining small bubble of space that separated us as he grabbed my hands, wrapping them with the warmth of his own as a few small tears slowly cascaded down my cheeks.
“How do I know that, Dean? How do I know you’re not going to turn out like Matthew did? He left for a night - and then, come next morning I find out he’s dead.. From a damn “bear” attack.” I hissed at the past thoughts of the other hunter I’ve dated.. Matthew Groom, he was the most loveable, sweetest, kindest guy you would’ve ever met... And come the morning of our first year anniversary, I learned that he had been killed not that far away from our shared apartment..
Dean stared at me as I tried to hold back the tears, but the dam was slowly breaking… And that’s when it happened. Dean leaned in and captured my lips against his, causing me to slightly gasp as he released my hands and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, holding me close as I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck.
He pulled back just slightly, our lips still gently touching as I grinned sheepishly. He smirked before placing another kiss against my lips before only holding me against his chest, keeping an arm around my waist while the other brushed a few loose hairs out of my eyes.
“I wouldn’t leave you - I couldn’t leave you or Sammy. You’re both the only people I’ve got left in my sights, and I don’t want to let that go anytime soon,” he paused as he reached for the light by the sink, causing me to arch a brow.
Summary: What happens when the famous singer, Y/F/N Y/L/N, or “Ms. HB” finds herself falling headset over heels for her new bodyguard, Dean Winchester? And just how long can she pretend that there’s nothing there - especially with some heat added to the mix?
Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Famous singer!reader; Y/F/N Y/L/N, or Ms. HB.
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of bruises, flirtatious actions/thinking,
Notes: Series are going to start up again soon! I believe I will be working with mainly this, and Whiskey, Leather, and A Whole Lotta Secrets, so if you enjoy Supernatural, you’ll enjoy this series. If you enjoy Sons Of Anarchy, you’ll enjoy the other!
Also, some chapters may contain music (links provided) so I would suggest going and listening!
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Forever In Tags: @waywardnewcomer @natashacamillaus @iliketowrite02 @mogaruke @casiskween @laceyn-1201 @supernatural-teamfreewillpage
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“Dean – this is getting ridiculous!” Sam groaned as he threw himself back on the couch, making me grumble as I reached forward, grabbing my beer from the coffee table as my dull eyes stayed glued to the screen.
“Dean, are you seriously ignoring me right now? I’m just trying to help you-“
“Help me do what, Sam?! The only thing I have going for me right now is you, Farren, and some drama show that I fuckin’ hate!” I exclaimed while throwing the remote down against the carpet beneath our feet.
Sam just sat there with an expression of despair and worry as I pressed my forehead against my palm, trying to collect myself before sighing as I took a large drink from my beer; throwing my head back in the process.
“Sammy, I’m done... That job was the thing keeping me grounded – I just don’t know what to do anymore.” I sighed in a somewhat strangled whisper as I glanced over to my younger, and obviously more successful brother.
The lawyer of the family – I’ll never be used to saying that. And me? I used to work as a mechanic with our family friend, Bobby Singer until he passed away – leaving me to the shop, but soon the bills began to stack up against me, my work and sleep hours all screwed to hell, and then it happened… The shop was ripped from my hands; leaving me with basically nothing.
“Dean, I get it... Bobby and that shop meant a lot, but you’ve got to move on... Find something new to do – hey! Okay, I overheard from a co-worker that the hit singer, Ms. HB is looking for a new bodyguard! Why don’t you go check it out, and see how it goes?” Sam nodded as he motioned towards me, causing me to arch a brow.
“You’re kidding, right? Sam, I used to be a mechanic – not some... Babysitter in a suit.” I scoffed while taking another drink at my beer as he waved me off, flipping his hair out of his eyes as he reached for the remote and muting the game.
“Come on – just... Go try it out, and if you don’t like it, we’ll find something different, okay? But hey, just think being a bodyguard means you might get to punch people in the face, and not get arrested for it while also getting paid a pretty penny,” Sam added as I frowned slightly, only to nod my head side-to-side. This is insane... I can’t really be thinking about taking up a job to be some famous brats babysitter, can I? Sadly, I was.
“Fine. I’ll go up there tomorrow if you shut up about it – and if you never say, “pretty penny,” ever again.”
“Alright, deal.”
“Y/N! You’re bodyguards’ here!” My assistant, Jessie, shouted through the door as I sighed glancing myself over in the mirror. Last night’s show already showing through the bags under my eyes as I grabbed my concealer; ready to hide the fatigue that beat me.
“Thanks, Jessie! Just send him in.” I called over my shoulder, placing the brush back on the small table before moving out of my chair, moving towards the full-length mirror to study my body – dammit, that bastard left a bruise.
I growled with a shake of my head, grabbing the brush again as I dabbled it roughly against my red and purple flesh. Keeping my eyes attached to my work, the dressing rooms’ door was opened and softly closed as I cleared my throat, smiling gently.
“Hey, Charles! Can you – oh, you’re definitely not Charles..” I grinned as I turned around to meet the fine green-eyed man with a soft smile.
“Uh, no... I’m your new bodyguard, Dean Winchester.” He grinned as he stayed pressed against the door, acting as if I were a predator and he was the prey that needed a quick escape. I smiled softly as I moved to where I leaned against my vanity with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Well, Dean... I’m taking a wild guess that you already know who I am?”
“Yep. My niece is a huge fan of yours-“ he began to rant off about his loveable, and probably adorable niece as I giggled, before straightening my back and moving towards the small foldable viewer I had I cleared my throat, catching his attention.
“Dean.”
“Yes, ma’am?” He quickly answered as I arched a brow, feeling the smirk on my lips grow as I glanced down towards my body – my body so close to being naked that I could sue him, but where would be the fun in that?
“You do realize that I’m still in my underwear, right?” I chuckled as his eyes darted down, a brush of pink dotting over his cheeks as he averted his eyes from me as I crossed my arms over my chest once again, smiling more.
“Oh, shit – yeah, sorry! I’ll just.. I’ll wait outside.” He coughs gently as I narrow my eyes at his back as I bit my bottom lip, already grinning to myself as I moved to sit back on my small stool. Turning around to face the mirror as I grabbed my brush, dabbing some more make up over the somewhat still visible hickey.
“Fluster the new bodyguard... Check.” I grinned mischievously to myself as I sighed, already thinking the wonderful ways of flustering my new bodyguard, just as I did with Charles, sadly he was only business... But, this... Dean man, I have a very, very strong feeling he’s down to take work home with him.. Hopefully.
Summary: What happens when Y/N lets her insecurities take over while trying to have a relaxing night with the boys, and after seeing tears Dean gets worried- only to find out things about his girlfriend he wasn’t supposed to.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Requested: Yes, by https://g00dl13.tumblr.com/ thank you for requesting; and requests are open.
Warnings: Mentions of depression, cursing, body-issues, self-insecurity, tooth-rotting fluff,
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We all have our moments of self-hate, depression but when you’re old home life was basically revolving around your parents telling you, “you need to lose weight”, or “you need to suck in, no one will want you if you look like that!” Or anything along those lines... Those kinds of things tend to stick around.
It’s been years since I’ve lived through that, but like I said, those kinds of things tend to stick around and living with two men that seem to have been sculpted perfectly by God himself, it gets annoying trying to live up to their standards; especially when one of them I just so happen to have a major damn crush on...
“Y/N! Come on, the show is about to start!” Sam suddenly shouted as I snapped out of my thoughts, slowly removing my arms that were wrapped around my waist this slowly revealing all of the stretch marks, the scars, and the weight that I’ve gained in only a few days.
Gulping down the soft cries that were bubbling up in my throat, I sighed and splashed cold water on my face trying to control the tears. “Y/NNNN- come on!” Dean suddenly yelled as I flinched and pulled on one of his flannels’; watching as the fabric shut out my stomach from the world... From me.
Opening the bathroom door, I slowly walked down and sucked in as much as I could while trying to keep my legs from swiping together. I moved into the living room to see Sam slouched against the smaller couch with his feet dangling over the side, a white t-shirt pulled up some away from his flannel pajama pants and revealed his toned stomach.
Dean laid sprawled out on the couch, no shirt but his own flannel pajama pants wrapped around his bow legs as he turned his head to where he could see me as I entered the room, already feeling the sudden hate and anxiety bubbling in my stomach.
“Hey, baby! Come on, the shows’ about to start-” Dean grinned as he waved me over with one of his arms, not moving as I made my way over. I gulped as I nodded my head for him to move, but he simply grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of him, I went wide-eyed and shot up from his chest as I fell back onto the couch, my heart slightly pounding as I pinched my lips.
“Babe?” Dean shot up an eyebrow as I sat there, my knees pulled into my chest as I tried to keep myself from sitting on top of him. I kept my eyes on the screen while trying not to let him see my watering eyes.
“Honey, hey-” Dean started to whisper while sitting up, but I shot up from my seat and started off quickly towards Dean and I’s shared bedroom, tears already trickling down my reddened cheeks.
“Y/N!” Deans’ voice carried after me as I quickened my step as I ran towards the bedroom as I clenched my hands into a fist as I choked back a sob as I slammed the door behind me- biting on my lip and chewing on it as I rested my back against the wooden door.
Biting my lip, I slowly pushed away from the door and moved towards the bathroom my lips already trembling as I stopped before the mirror, the small streaks of salty tears already sticking to my cheeks as I glared back at myself in the glass.
“What the hell is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just lose weight and be a normal woman?! Stop feeling sorry for yourself, suck it up and deal with the shit already!” I growled at myself, moving forward and clenching the edge of the counter.
“Goddammit, be better for Dean! Fuck, he deserves so much better... He needs so much better... I need to be better and deal with my shit already.” I hissed as I clenched my jaw and glanced up through the tears that continued to build and drip down my cheeks.
Closing my eyes for a mere second, when two large arms suddenly wrapped tightly around my waist making me gasp and snap my eyes open, them moving to meet the sparkling spring green eyes that I fell in love with.
“Y/N... Do... Why?” Dean lowly whispered into my ear as my grip began to shake as it tightened against the counter as I allowed only a shaking sob to escape my lips. His own gently pressing to my throat as I gulped down the other sobs that worked their way up, but they only to escape anyway.
“Sh, sh, it’s okay baby- hey just let it out.” His voice lowered as he turned me slowly in his arms while holding me carefully as he used his hand and guided my head to his chest as I allowed another choked sob to leave my lips.
Dean slowly sunk down to the floor while he held me closer, his chin resting against the top of my head as I tried to flush myself further into his chest as he used one hand to smooth my hair, the other rubbing soothing circles on my back.
“Baby... I’m not gonna push you to talk about it, but you’re going to need to talk about it.” Dean whispered into my hair, my sobs slowing down and quieting as I hiccuped slightly while burying my head in his chest.
Going quiet for a second, I sighed and closed my eyes as I pursed my lips some. “I’m not good enough for you... You deserve so, so much better than me. I mean, my God, I can’t even deal with my own stuff alone-” I spat in anger when Dean moved a little, looking down at me with furrowed brows.
“What the- Y/N, baby girl, you are so much more than what I deserve. Hell, I’m not even sure I deserve you. And that’s okay, you think I deal really well with the shit I go through?” Dean gave a scoff that resembled a laugh as I furrowed my brows now, looking up at him.
“Dean, what are you-”
“Y/N, you’re allowed to feel sad, angry, depressed, anxious- any of those and you should know that I’m going to be there to make sure that you’re settled with those emotions. I love you too much to let you think so terribly about yourself.” He stated matter-of-factly as I stared at him with glittering eyes.
“Dean.,” I whispered as I reached up and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck as I allowed fresh tears to fall down my cheeks and drip onto his bare chest.
I swallowed thickly as he brought me back some to where I was sitting on his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist as he pressed his lips tightly against my own as they moved in sync, just as we did his hands suddenly moved down and grasped my bare, well, besides his boxers backside and gave a tight squeeze this making me squeal some.
“Besides, I love that you have this many curves- it’s sexy.” He whispered lowly into my ear as I bit my bottom lip and sighed happily while resting my forehead against his.
“You’re a dork-” I whispered as I pressed my lips against his temple as he began to press open-mouth kisses on my clothed shoulders, only for them to move to the tops of my breasts poking out.
“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He grinned as he allowed a growl to leave his throat before pulling me up by my thighs, my legs wrapping around his waist and my arms around his neck.
