Part Two of Badass!Reader Request: Could I have a part 2 to the Bad ass!Reader x Dean fic, the one where she has all the tattoos. Maybe Dean and Sam invite her to become partners and she does and her and Dean get together and fluff please
Word Count: 4668
Pairings: Dean X Reader
Warnings: Minor swearing
A/N: I know I only updated yesterday, but before that I haven’t updated in a while, but I actually had a good writing day today, probably because it was this or my course work,
three cheers for procrastination!, so anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and I will be writing a part three as I can mash up a few requests as well as something I thought up while writing this part, so keep an eye out for that! Thank you! :)
Part One for anyone who hasn’t read it and would like to :)
Life on the road with the Winchesters was never boring, you had to admit that. Even as you found yourself walking around the dark park in the middle of the night, playing bait, while Sam and Dean hid in the bushes, waiting for something to attack you.
You had your gun with you, but no other weapons as you weren’t wearing enough to conceal them properly, and this was your last shot to lure the werewolf out of hiding.
It had already attacked and killed five women in the park, and you knew that it would be hunting again tonight. It picked off women who were alone, and seemingly helpless, so that was the part you had to play.
You knew the time was right, so you strayed from the path you had been walking down, making it seem like you were taking a shortcut and therefore, making you into a nice new victim.
You’d only gone about 100 meters off the path when your phone rang, startling you in the silence, and you laughed at yourself as you pulled it from your pocket, seeing “Princess” as the caller ID and smiling as you answered.
“Y/N, you need to run! Right now! It’s not just one, there’s three! They’re stalking you already. You need to run!”
Hearing the sound of a twig snapping behind you made you jump into action, so you ran forward, hanging up and not looking back.
Dean hadn’t been whispering on the phone, so you assumed that he and Sam were already chasing the monsters.
Quickly changing direction, and running left, you saw a dark shape blurring after you, so you put your head down and ran faster.
Suddenly the ground up ahead seemed to disappear, too fast for you to slow down or change direction, so you jumped, praying that you hadn’t just leapt to your death.
You only fell for a few seconds before you were suddenly underwater, your breath leaving you in a startled gasp as the freezing cold blackness surrounded you.
You kicked up, feeling the current dragging you down stream, and when your head broke the surface, you tried to inhale through the tightness in your chest as you swam for dry land.
As you struggled through the knee deep mud and icy water, you heard someone shout your name from behind you, so you turned around and saw the two brothers standing on the rocks you had leaped from, no monsters in sight. You figured that they had killed them already.
“You okay?” Sam yelled across the gushing water and you tried to reply, but you were shivering that much that you didn’t dare. Being quite attatched to your tongue, you didn’t really feeling like biting it off in the attempt, so you held up a shaking thumb and saw the pair of them relax a little before they began looking for a way to get down to you.
“Stay there, Y/N. We’ll come and get you!” Sam shouted through cupped hands, but like you’d told them before, you didn’t do the damsel in distress thing very well.
Besides, you’d already spotted a fallen tree that would get you to the other side of the water, and then you could climb back up to the brothers and save them the trip down to you. So you set off, noticing how they got the message and instead waited for you at the top of the rocks.
When you had made it to the top, Dean was waiting with his leather jacket held out, so you gratefully stepped into it, enjoying the few seconds that he held onto you for before he released you, but even then you were still comforted by the familure scent of him on it, and the heat that hadn’t deserted it yet.
Ever since the vamp nest and the kiss you’d shared on the park bench in the early hours of the morning after, you and Dean had been endlessly flirting with each other, and the occassional kiss had been given, but so far you weren’t exactly a couple.
You both knew why, and it was the simple fact that you were both hunters, and even though you’d been hunting together for the past two months, you hadn’t exactly agreed that it was a long term thing. Neither of you were sure what was going to happen when the long chain of hunts died down, as you’d been too busy to discuss it yet.
You pretty much assumed that you would go your own ways again, maybe cross paths occasionally, but it would go back to how it was before.
You would be alone again.
These were the thoughts that consumed you as you sat in the back of the impala, having left your baby at the motel to save on gas.
Dean could see you in the rear view mirror, and so called back to you, wondering what was troubling you.
“Hey, Y/N… You okay back there?”
You snapped out of it and smiled, meeting his emerald eyes in the mirror.
“Yeah, I’m super. Feeling really refreshed after my swim. How about you?”
Sam chuckled at your sarcasm and Dean grinned.
“Nobody told you to jump into the water…”
You laughed and playfully kicked the back of his chair.
“No. You just told me to run.. If you’d shot the things faster, I wouldn’t have had to jump. You can play bait next time, pretty boy.”
He frowned and you and Sam both laughed at him, but nothing more was said as you were back at the motel, and you could hear your shower and bed calling your name.
Wishing goodnight to the boys,you jogged to your room, still wrapped up in Dean’s jacket, the sleeves making it a bit difficult to unlock your door, but somehow you managed and you closed the door behind you.
Inside your room, you carefully took the jacket off and put it on your bed before walking into the bathroom and stripping off while you waited for the water to heat up.
The hot water was like heaven to your goosebump covered skin, so you washed your hair and body free of the grime from the water and then stood there until the hot water ran out, cursing the shitty motel as you climbed out and went back into the bedroom, hearing a knock on the door.
You grabbed your gun and held it behind the door as you opened it, ready to shoot if work had followed you home.
Realising it was just Dean, you relaxed and put the safety back on your gun before putting it down on the side and grinning up at him.
He was just staring at you as he leant on the door frame, making you blush slightly as you swatted his arm, remembering that you were just wearing a towel. Naturally you had picked up the shortest towel in all of creation and it hardly covered you, so you cleared your throat and crossed your arms.
“May I help you?”
He cleared his throat and stood up, looking down at his feet for a second before he brought his eyes back up to yours.
“Yeah. When you’re dressed, come to our room, Sam and I need to talk to you…”
You frowned, wondering what was up, but Dean had already turned away, so you closed the door and then quickly got changed into your sleep wear that consisted of a pair of shorts and a tank top.
Pulling on a hoodie on top, you left your room and walked down the cold wooden walkway to reach the Winchester’s room, wishing you’d put some boots on when you noticed the mysterious stains on the floor.
You didn’t bother knocking before you went into their room, and started talking before you’d even opened the door.
“So what is it this time… Woah..”
Sam was standing in the middle of the room, wearing only his jeans, which left his bare chest for you to stare at and admire.
When you recovered, you closed the door behind you and then jumped onto Dean’s bed, sitting cross legged in the middle and facing Sam.
“Looking good, Sammy… You work out?”
Dean walked in from the bathroom to catch what you said, and he frowned, walking over to the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge.
“You work out?” He mimicked quietly, in a ridiculous high voice that you heard, but chose to ignore.
Sam chuckled and nodded at you.
You nodded in appreciation and then turned to look at Dean.
“Don’t mind if I do, Winchester,” you hinted, making him roll his eyes and then go back to the fridge to get you a beer.
He handed it to you and then sat next to Sam on his bed so that they were both looking at you, making you feel like you were back in high school and about to get a lecture from the principle for your bad behaviour.
Looking between the two brothers, you got a bit anxious.
“Is everything okay?” You asked, slightly scared of the answer, but Sam just smiled and nodded, Dean remaining quiet, looking slightly nervous himself.
“Yeah. Everything’s fine. It’s just… It looks like all these hunts have finally cleared up. We’ve got no work for a while, so we’re finally gonna go home…”
Suddenly realising what was happening, you felt your eyes go wide and you quickly looked down and started playing with your hands.
Your time was up. Sam and Dean had brought you in to tell you that it was time to split. They were going to do what everyone else had done to you, and they were going to leave you.
Trying to compose yourself, you looked up and then stood up in the space between the two beds. Sam and Dean both copied you, so you quickly moved forward and hugged them both, oblivious to the look they shared over your head.
You were good at putting on a brave face, and even though you weren’t ready for your time together to end, you didn’t want to look weak and clingy. After all, two months ago, you were ready to ditch them after one hunt. You were fine then, you’d be fine again.
When you pulled back, you smiled up at the pair of them.
“Well, it’s been great for the past few months, Sam. Dean. Goodbye,” you nodded at them and then turned to go before your voice could betray your heartbreak.
Dean grabbed your wrist before he even realised that he had, probably shocked by the use of his name. You hadn’t once called him it in the whole time you’d known him. It had always been “Princess” or “Winchester”. So something was up.
You looked back at him and Sam spoke again, seeing how his brother didn’t look like he was going to.
“No… Y/N, we don’t want to say goodbye. That’s why…”
Dean jumped in, finally regaining his ability to talk.
“We want you to move in with us… Have a proper home… In the bunker… With us… I mean only if you wan…”
He was cut off as you jumped at him and attacked him in a hug, but he still caught you and held you up, your feet dangling inches off the floor with the height difference.
“Really?” You squealed into his chest, feeling like your heart was going to explode from happiness and you felt his chest rumble when he chuckled and pulled you closer to him, stroking your hair quickly before he put you down, your obvious delight making him smile.
As soon as you were on the ground again, you quickly hugged Sam and then stepped back, still grinning like a kid at Christmas.
“Wait… You thought we were asking you to leave? Just like that?” Sam asked, his face scrunched up.
You looked down and nodded,feeling slightly stupid now, but Dean took pity on you and pulled you back into his chest, kissing your hair.
“We wouldn’t do that, Y/N… So you’re coming to Kansas with us?”
You stepped back and nodded, unable to stop smiling, not believing that they had actually asked you to move in with them. It was the closest thing you’d had to a family in a long time. And they were yours to keep!
Two days later, you parked up behind Dean’s baby and got out of your car, walking over to the brothers and looking up at the bunker, unable to see much of it from the outside, but soon enough you would be going in.
You felt like an excited two year old, jumping about and waiting for Sam and Dean to hurry up and let you loose inside.
You wanted to go inside, but the brothers wanted their stuff out of your car, so you all grabbed your bags and then you followed them to the big metal door and waited for them to open it and invite you in.
Sam lead the way, and Dean walked behind you, closing the door and then flicking on the lights.
You gasped when you saw how big it was.
They’d told you about it before, but if you were honest, you were expecting a few rooms and a library, but it was huge, and the boys only showed you a small part of it, as they hadn’t even discovered it all yet, but they showed you the main things. The war room, the kitchen, garage, dungeon, library, gym, their rooms, and then finally, they lead you down a hall and into another room, mostly plain, except for an ipod dock that had been plugged in on the dresser.
You walked in and Dean placed your duffle bag on the bed and then faced you, watching as you ran your hands over the dresser and bed, not having had your own proper furniture in so long. You’d been stuck with shitty motel crap since you were ten years old, and before that, you couldn’t even remember your home.
Smiling brightly, you turned to the two brothers and thanked them, but they just waved you off and left, leaving you to settle in a little by yourself.
Once you were alone, you started putting your clothes away and hid your gun under your pillow, only then realising how little you actually owned. All of your clothes fit into one drawer, and as far as your cosmetics went, you could fit everything into a small wash bag, which you stored in your bathroom and then went back into your bedroom and lay down on the bed.
The long drive suddenly caught up to you, because unlike the brothers in the Impala, you didn’t have someone to take shifts with, even if they had offered.
It wasn’t anything personal. It was just that the car had been your moms, and it had been your home for so long, and it just didn’t feel right to let anyone drive it. It was the only place you felt close to her, and you were scared that you would lose that if someone else drove it.
So you’d drove all the way back, with only one quick break and now you were feeling it, so you passed out on your bed.
It was an hour later when Dean came to check on you and found you curled up on top of the covers, sleeping soundly.
Smiling at the sight of you he pulled a blanket from the bottom drawer of the dresser and draped it over you, standing over you for only a moment before he leant down and planted a soft kiss on your head.
When he left and closed your door behind him, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Now that you’d agreed to live with them, you could finally try and make something of the pair of you. You’d both been holding back in case you were going to leave afterwards, but now that you weren’t, Dean decided to make a plan.
It was a few hours later when you woke up, stretching on your bed and pausing when you felt the weight of a blanket that you hadn’t covered yourself with.
You assumed it had been Dean, and then shrugged and stood up, stumbling over to the bathroom so that you could brush your teeth and do something with your hair.
Looking in the mirror, you pulled a face at the sight that greeted you.
Your eyeliner was two days old and had smudged under your eyes, your hair was just… no. And your mouth tasted like something had died in it.
Grabbing your toothbrush and shower stuff, you stripped down and jumped in the shower, almost dying when you felt how good the water pressure was, and for how long the water stayed hot. It outlasted you, and when you got out, you went to pick up your clothes but then laughed and just kicked them aside, not worried about having to pick cockroaches out of them later like you would in a motel.
Once you were dry and dressed, you went back into the bathroom and did your hair and make up, actually feeling like it made a difference for once, and you actually felt clean again, something that was rare after a motel shower.
When you were ready, you felt too self conscious to actually leave your room as you didn’t know how to act.
You felt like the new kid in school again, even though you belonged there now, you felt like an outsider. But you didn’t really feel like waiting for one of the brothers to come and check on you, so you reminded yourself that you were a hunter and didn’t need rescuing. So you opened your door, and walked down the hall, heading for the library.
At least, that’s what you had intended to do, but you must have gone the wrong way, and somewhere along the way when you had been trying to find your way back, you’d gotten even more lost.
Swearing, you realised that you had left your phone in your room and so you couldn’t even call Sam to come and find you.
You wouldn’t have called Dean, even if he was the only one home, because he would be more likely to tease you for getting lost in the first place.
You wandered around for another ten minutes, silently praying for help and getting more on edge each second, your only source of comfort being your gun that you had tucked into your jeans, and you’d grabbed at some point, slightly nervous in the unknown place.
Sam and Dean had admitted that they hadn’t explored the whole bunker yet, and that last time they’d found a new area, they’d had to kill a witch, so you didn’t even feel like you were being paranoid. Just reasonable.
The thought of the witch was consuming your mind, so when you heard a noise behind you, you didn’t even think before you turned and fired at the tall shape behind you.
Your eyes widened when you saw that it wasn’t a witch, but instead it was just a man, and you had shot him in the chest.
You couldn’t even move, except to put your hand over your mouth and waited for something to happen, but after a moment, the man stopped looking at his chest and looked back up at you.
Realising that if he wasn’t dying, he probably wasn’t human, you quickly raised your gun again, pointing it at his head.
“Who are you?!” You demanded, suddenly calm.
Getting lost in the Winchesters castle, you couldn’t deal with, but scary bulletproof monsters? No problem.
The guy in front of you took a step towards you, completely not bothered by the gun in his face and answered your question.
“I am Castiel, and I heard your prayers…”
Castiel, you knew that name. It was the name of the brother’s pet angel.
Blushing when you realised that you’d shot him, you quickly put your gun away and apologised, but he just smiled and started telling you a story about how Dean had shot and stabbed him the first time that they had met.
That made you feel a little better, and Cas’s smile made you feel more at ease, so you didn’t even flinch when he put his fingers on your forehead.
You blinked, and suddenly you were outside your bedroom again.
“Do you want to try again?” He asked with a smile and you nodded and followed him back to the library, where Sam and Dean were talking over a beer.
When they saw you walk in with Cas, they quickly shut up and you narrowed your eyes, but didn’t say anything, instead just sitting down and trying not to be too awkward. It got easier after a while as it was exactly the same as it had been when you’d been hanging out in the motels, except bigger, and now you had met the famous Castiel.
Eventually though, Sam and Dean called it a night, but as you’d already had a few hours, you decided to stay up in the library.
They had nodded and Sam had left after wishing you goodnight, but Dean had stopped next to you and leant down and surprised you by kissing you on the mouth, his lips moving against yours slowly enough to make you crave more when he pulled away.
You watched him go, your eyes wide and your cheeks warm, wondering what the hell had sparked that, and also kinda making you want to follow him back to his room, but then you noticed the angel looking at you, and you felt like your thoughts were written on your face, so you quickly looked away and cleared your throat.
He still watched you though, so awkwardly tried to change the subject, but he was still staring at you, so eventually you had enough and stood up to go and get a drink, but when you returned, the angel had gone, leaving you alone.
Sighing, you decided to try and find a way to pass the time, but nothing really interested you, so you found yourself in the library, seeing the mess that had been left, so shrugging, you decided to clean it up, taking the trash to the kitchen, where you were confronted with an even bigger mess.
Dean had made food, but while his cooking skills were pretty good, his cleaning skills didn’t appear to be up to scratch, so you got to work.
Now that you were alone, your mind had time to mess with you and you kept thinking about Sam and Dean and what if they changed their minds and wanted you to leave.
But doing something helped to calm your mind a little as you felt like you were contributing to it somehow, so once you had cleaned the kitchen, you put a load of washing on and then wondered what else you could do.
After checking the cupboards, you figured it out and so went back to your room and found your shoes and jacket, taking your phone just in case, and then grabbed your keys and headed for the door.
Once you were back in your car, you realised that you had no idea where the nearest shop was, but you put the car in gear and pressed play on the CD and headed out, knowing that if you were going to stick around, you would have to find your way around the surrounding area.
It only took an hour to get back, and then it took four trips to get everything to the kitchen and put away, but once you were done, you felt better, so you returned to the library, still feeling wide awake, even though it was coming up 3AM and Sam and Dean would probably be awake in a few hours.
You wasted an hour and a half reading some of the books on lore, and then an idea hit you, so you carefully replaced the book and headed back to the kitchen.
Just short of an hour later, Sam and Dean both headed for the kitchen, following their noses and the awesome smell that had greeted them when they had left their rooms.
When they walked into the kitchen, you had just finished putting the last egg on the plate, and you smiled at them as they stared at you in shock.
Dean was the first to speak.
You put the pan down and smiled a little shyly.
“I made you both breakfast. I had nothing to do, so I hope you don’t mind… And I’ll clean my mess up in a minute…”
They were still staring at you, so you picked up their plates and walked past them, heading to the library and putting them down on the tables.
They had snapped out of it by them and so thanked you and sat down, Dean digging in, while Sam asked you if you were going to eat, but you shook your head.
Shrugging, Sam tucked in too.
After he’d eaten a little, Sam looked up and complimented you on your cooking skills.
“Y/N, this is really good! Seriously!”
Dean grunted his agreement and you smiled and did a little bow.
“Aye, I’m not just a pretty face, you know!”
They chuckled, and you left them to it and went back to the kitchen to clean up.
Sam and Dean brought their plates in a short while later and then stood, leaning against the table and looking at you, so you turned around and raised your eyebrows.
They were looking at you like they were trying to figure something out, so you crossed your arms and stared back at them, a small grin on your face.
This time, it was Dean who spoke first, his eyes narrowed slightly.
“Why have you done this all? Cleaned up and made us breakfast? I mean you’ve even done the laundry? We didn’t want you to move in and become the maid…”
You looked away and then down, slightly embarrassed of your reasons, but the way Dean was looking at you made you want to spill anyway, so you threw your hands up.
“I just want to be useful! I don’t want you guys to regret letting me move in because i can’t contribute to it. I just want to prove that I can help out and that I won’t be a burden. and…”
You were cut off as Dean put his hand over your mouth, making you frown and go to bite his hand, so he pulled away, but he was speaking anyway.
“What the Hell made you think you are, in any way, a burden? We asked you to move in, remember? We want you here!”
You pulled a face.
“Yeah, but I don’t want you to regret that. I made you breakfast to say thank you for letting me move in. This is the first time since I was 10 that I’ve actually had anything close to a home that hasn’t got four wheels. And I don’t want to mess it up…”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug, muttering to himself.
You held on tight, seeing the half grin Sam was giving you, showing you how stupid you’d been to think what you had.
You were one of them now.
When Dean released you, he quickly kissed your head and then spoke again.
“You’re here for as long as you want to be. We’d never kick you out. You’re one of us now, and you belong with us… Besides, it’s kinda cool sharing a place with my girl,” he smiled and you pulled back and raised your eyebrows at him.
“Your girl am I?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips and trying to hide your smile, but Dean took no notice and instead took your hand and pulled you back to him.
“Damn straight,” he smiled, just before cutting off anything else you were going to say by planting a kiss on your lips.
Forgetting Sam was there, you reached up to wrap your arms around the back of Dean’s neck and stepped onto the step that you had been using to stack the cupboards, making Dean laugh as you were suddenly closer to his height, but he didn’t pull back, and instead just kissed you harder.
Sam rolled his eyes and turned away, unable to hide his smile as he walked away, calling back over his shoulder.
“Get a room, lovebirds!”
Now you laughed, separating yourself from Dean for long enough to look deep into his beautiful fairy-tale eyes and smile as your foreheads rested against each others.
Entwining your fingers, Dean tilted his head and suddenly got a bit more serious as he whispered to you, stroking your knuckles with his thumb.
“So, do you want to be my girl? You don’t have to prove anything and pretend to be Cinderella. You just have to say yes…”
Smiling, you brought your free hand up to stroke the hair at the base of his skull and moved so that your lips were almost touching, but not quite.
“Yes,” you chuckled, “But we’re gonna have to get something straight right now. You’re the only Princess here. I’m the dashing knight with the mysterious body art from far off lands… I slay the dragons in this relationship. Deal?” You teased, and Dean rolled his eyes again and sealed the deal, the only way it counted.
With a kiss.