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Summary: (Y/N) runs into the famous Winchester Brothers while on a hunt. Dean’s first impression of her infuriates her and she makes a point to change his opinion of her.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 1436
Prompt: “Assuming I was like most girls was your first mistake.”
A/N #1: For @atc74 F3 Challenge
A/N #2: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!
(Y/N) parked her car right outside the dingy bar where she had tracked down some vamps. Looking in the rearview mirror she pushed her thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose and tighten the ponytail on the crown of her head.
Looking at her, no one would ever know she was a hunter. Driving from state to state killing monsters that went bump in the night. After losing her fiancé to a nest of vampires, she vowed to take every fang out of existence. She had heard what other hunters had to say about her and could not care less about it. Her methods for hunting had not failed her yet.
She grabbed her messenger bag from the backseat with her laptop in it and made her way into the bar. The stench of beer and leather hit her like a tidal wave. (Y/N) made her way to an empty booth pulling out her laptop and turning it on. She looked around seeing nothing but bikers and prostitutes lingering around.
That is when her eyes fell upon two men sitting at a table across the bar. They were speaking adamantly with one another. The men seemed familiar and then she caught a glimpse of the shiny blade at one of their sides.
“Hunters.” She whispered to herself rolling her eyes. (Y/N) did not play well with others and more so when she was on a fang case.
She watched as the man with longer hair pointed to a group in the back of the bar. The other man turned around and she got a better look of him. His short sandy brown hair was spiked up messily. He wore a flannel shirt over a plain t-shirt and jeans along with a canvas jacket. It was his eyes that caught her by surprise. Even from across the bar, they were bright green shining in the low lighting.
“Damn, pretty boy hunters.” She chuckled to herself. Unbeknownst to her, she had caught the attention of the very vampire she had tracked there.
He was decked out in all denim with slicked back hair. He smiled down at her, “Hey gorgeous, what’s a good girl like you doing in a place like this?”
His picked line made her want to vomit but she swallowed the urge down placing her best innocent smile on her lips, “I just need a place to connect my laptop too, so I can get a bus ticket back home. I’m… I’m kind of lost.”
His smile got impossibly bigger as she hooked him easily. “Well you’re in luck because I can help you find your way back. Just come with me.”
“Really? Oh, thank you so much.” She said packing up her things quickly and following the vamp outside.
She glanced back to take one last look at the pretty boy hunter and saw they were no longer there. “Crap.” She thought to herself.
The vamp led her out to the far end of the parking lot where there were hardly any cars. No one from the bar would be able to hear her if she screamed which was good for when she sliced this guy’s head off.
She touched the handle of her blade hidden beneath her jacket, “So where are we going?” she asked her voice soft and innocent.
Counting in her head down from three the vampire attacked as she hit the number one. Pressing her against the car nearest them and as she was about to fend him off he was suddenly pulled off her. She watched as the taller of the hunters stood in between her and the vamp.
“Everything will be okay. Go ahead and get out of here.” He said to her keeping her back from the vamp.
The green-eyed hunter had the vamp kneeling on the ground and he looked up to his partner, “Get her out of here Sammy.”
The one nearest to her grabbed her arm pulling her away. She began to fight him off as he picked her up, “I’m not going to hurt you. Just want to get you to safety.”
(Y/N) watched as the other hunter was distracted for a split second and the vampire saw an opening to attack. He knocked the man down hovering over me with his teeth descending. The man set her down turning around, “Dean!” he yelled running towards him.
The names registered inside (Y/N)’s head, “Sam and Dean… Winchester.” She whispered having heard all about the famous brothers.
The vampire kicked Sam away as he lowered his mouth down towards Dean, “Winchesters. I’m going to enjoy draining you.”
(Y/N) did not waste any time pulling her blade out and slicing the vamp’s head clean off. Dean pushed the body off him getting up quickly as Sam walked towards him holding his stomach. The two famous hunters look to her stunned.
“Damn, missy miss didn’t need our help apparently.” Dean said kicking the vamp’s head lightly.
She rolled her eyes wiping her blade down with a rag in her bag, “There’s at least three more vamps inside. Do you think you two can keep from getting bit long enough to finish out the nest?” She asked walking back towards the bar not waiting for their answer.
She could hear their heavy footsteps behind her as she approached the bar. The side door opened as the rest of the vamps came walking out. “Damn, I told Luke not to mess with that chick. He can never resist a school girl.” One of the vamps said her eyes traveling the length of (Y/N)’s body.
“What can I say, I’ve always had horrible taste in men.” (Y/N) said with a smirk as Sam and Dean came along either side of her.
“Winchesters, when did you get a pet nerd? Where’s Luke?” she asked them not even giving (Y/N) a second glance.
She started laughing as the brothers looked at her like she was crazy, “Luke kind of lost his head over me.”
The female vampire narrowed her eyes at (Y/N) a low menacing growl coming from her ruby red lips, “You’ll pay for that bitch.”
“Eat me, Twilight.” (Y/N) said with a smirk pushing her glasses up before bringing out her blade.
In one brief instant everyone was perfectly still to see who would make the first move then in a single breath the vamp lounged at her. The three hunters each took on a vamp fighting against them. Sam easily cut off his vamp’s head just as (Y/N) did to hers. Dean had taken on the biggest of the three and was having a hard time.
(Y/N) walked up behind the vamp and swung easily through his undead flesh as his body crumbled before her. Dean’s olive eyes looked down to her in awe as she wiped off blood splatter from her face. “You okay there, princess?” she asked.
His brow furrowed, and his lips were in a tight straight line, “I’m fine. Thanks.” His voice was slightly strained in annoyance.
Sam was chuckling off to the side watching his brother grumpily walk towards their famous black Chevy. As she walked up to her car parked next to them Dean gawked at her, “This is yours?”
(Y/N) nodded proudly running her hand over her beloved 1967 Chevy Chevelle, “Yes she is. I rebuilt her myself.”
Dean’s jaw slacked as he affectionately looked from the car to her. She raised an eyebrow at him, “Spit it out Winchester.”
“I… I thought you were like most girls or the damsel in distress, but you are far from it. You’re awesome.” He said his deep voice filled with admiration. Sam was now rolling his eyes chuckling.
(Y/N) walked over to Dean, pushing him against his car and pressing her body against his feeling every firm muscle in his chest, “Assuming I was like most girls was your first mistake. See you around, pretty boy hunter.”
She pressed her lips to his cheek and walked away from him getting in her car. As she drove away she watch bright eyes and wide smile watch her tail lights drive away. Chuckling she said to herself, “Good god, I hope he calls.”
Within a few hours, without knowing her name or anything about her, she was sitting in her motel room and there was a knock on the door. (Y/N) answered the door with her hands on her hips, “Took you long enough pretty boy.”
He scooped her up kicking the door shut with his foot and carried her to the bed where she got to show him who she really was.
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