Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.
Word Count: 3,057
A/N: I really can’t believe we’re 17 chapters into this story! I really wasn’t sure if this idea would amount to much, and now, it may be the story I try to publish once I finish (and of course edit a billion times). Thank you all for supporting this story. Your support has definitely been a driving factor into keeping this story going (despite how slowly it’s going).
And I know this chapter is a little shorter than usual, but chapter 18 is a doozy and I want one long chapter for everything that’s about to happen.
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Dean steps out of the room and pulls the door shut behind him, letting his head fall against the same wood he had you pressed against just a short while ago.
What the fuck did I just do? Dean runs a hand through his hair.
If he thought he was in deep shit before, he had no clue what the fuck kind of trouble he was in now.
Turns out, Bobby and Cas had every right to be worried.
They knew this was going to happen, yet Dean was dumb enough to think that between your piss poor attitude and the fact that you seemed just as annoyed by him as he was of you, that nothing would ever change between the two of you.
Sure, he had been more protective of you than he had been with any other witness, but what Bobby and Cas seemed to not get was that it had nothing to do with the fact that you were cute–okay, more than cute. But you represented the one thing he had been chasing his entire life; revenge.
Pain in the ass or not, he was going to fight with everything in him to keep you safe.
But between the bickering and backhanded comments, he began to see not just a witness who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but a woman, a strong woman, you took no bullshit and was unapologetic for it. You had taken this entire situation in stride, making the best of it by befriending your agents and even making them feel like you were apart of some strange little family. Hell, you had even gotten Ralph to like you, and that was a feat in and of itself. You had this way about you that just lit up a room whenever you walked by, and not even Zazel could make you feel small or weak.
You were much more than Dean ever imagined you would be, and he found himself going out of his way to be around you or make you smile. Despite that fact that he hadn’t felt this type of exhaustion since he was in training, he couldn’t find himself to leave you, not even for a day. Sure, you were the most important witness he would probably ever have, and Dean could tell Bobby and Cas that all day, but Dean knew that it was just a cover. He wanted to see you. Wanted to make sure you were safe. He would never forgive himself if something happened to you if he could have prevented it, and not just because the trial would potentially flop without you.
And he wasn’t blind; he saw the shift in you too–how you smiled when he walked into a room, how you sat closer to him on the couch when you watched tv, how you went to him with any fear you were having about this whole situation. Or the hungry glint that he’d seem to catch in Y/E/C eyes every time Cas stepped out of the room and it was the two of you alone.
But the problem was, what happened between you wasn’t just some hook up–not that he was the first agent to ever sleep with a witness. But what happened between the two of you felt so much more than that.
That was the problem. Because there was no way in hell that the two of you would be able to walk away from this and pretend that it meant nothing.
He had no idea what this meant for the two of you; this couldn’t happen again, no matter how amazing it was–the way you ground against him, your hips curling and bucking below him…
He shakes his head, clearing the memory.
He couldn’t be distracted like this, not with so much at stake.
The best thing for the two of you would be to try to pretend it never happened.
And not just because his job was at stake. Not just because everything he had been working towards from the night his mother was murdered could be taken away from him because of a moment of weakness.
What if someone had broken into the house while he was busy doing the damn horizontal bop with you? He would have been found quite literally with his pants down and wouldn’t have been able to protect you–the one thing he suppose to do.
He let his feelings for you get in the way once. He couldn’t let it happen again. Not until Zazel was locked away and you were safe.
(A/N): I thought this request was so fucking cute and honestly, Chris can dance so well???
Request: Can I request a Chris EvansxReader where reader is an actress too and instead of Liz, reader goes on Ellen show with him and plays that dancing bit and the whole dating thing but have it be true? Please and thank you!
You smiled as Ellen finally got to the topic everyone was dying to know about, whether or not you and Chris Evans were really a thing.
“So, I’ve read that you two are dating, is that true?” Ellen smiles at the two of you, clearly eager to know whether the rumors or not were true.
“Yeah- yeah we are,” You smile, laughing when the audience roars to life.
“We’re actually engaged,” Chris smiles, he too laughing as the audience cheers loudly.
“Are you guys really?” Ellen asks, her face taking on a mild look of surprise. You nod your head, reaching up to give Chris a high five the exact moment he did the same thing.
“For half a year actually, the wedding’s in a couple months,” Chris smirks, trying his best not to laugh as the two of you high five like a couple of nerds.
“That’s so exciting!” Ellen smiles, her eyes alighting with an almost mischievous glint. “And what better way to celebrate your upcoming wedding than-”
“Oh god no,” Chris chuckles, hanging his head as a fit of giggles wash over him. Ellen chuckles as well, her smile growing in size.
“Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I promise,”
“Do we wanna know what it is?” You ask skeptically, a smile of your own rising to your lips once again.
“Well, follow me-” Ellen stands from her seat, directing the two of you to the open space she had besides her little set up. “Okay, stand on these two platforms,” The two of you take your respectable places, smiling at the audience before you. “You guys are going to take turns dancing to whatever dances show up on the screen but as soon as the dance switches you have to freeze in whatever position your in, got it?”
“Got it,” The two of you say in unison, smiling at Ellen as she goes and stands by some little table or stand she had set up.
“Okay Chris, you’re first right now-” And suddenly some music begins to play and a dance pops up on the screen. You begin to laugh as Chris dances, showing off his spinning skills to the movement of ballet, but suddenly the dances changed and it was your turn and you were instructed to do an Irish jig. You were honestly laughing so hard you thought you may fall and ruin your chance of bragging rights but before you could the dances switched and Chris was doing the best damn running man you’d ever seen.
“Oh my god,” You laugh, covering your mouth to contain your sudden giggles as Chris dances amazingly. But before long it was your turn and you had to quickly do your own dance, not able to see the rest of Chris’. You try not to giggle as you salsa, smiling when you heard Chris’ laughter beside you. “Shut up you jerk I’m trying my best!” You laugh, stopping when the dances changed again. You throw your head back, laughing hysterically as Chris does a perfect Beyonce dance, one of classic moves to single ladies. But before you could appreciate the dance to it’s fullest it changed again, coming back to you.
You could practically feel Chris trying not to laugh as you did your best to shimmy, one hand clasped over his mouth as he watched you. You did the shimmy for about two seconds before the dances changed once again and you nearly had a heart attack at the words printed on the screen before the two of you.
“Uhh- ahh-” Chris looks around, smirking when he skidded to your side, his body already pressed against yours as he gives an almost perfect lap dance.
“Oh my god!” You shriek, laughing as you attempt to swat Chris away. He laughs too, bracing his body as he puts his hands on his knees, his body shaking as he attempted to regain composer. “Oh my god stop, no!” You laugh, giving his ass a good swat to get him away from you.
You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe and when Chris jumps away from you, swearing as he rubs at his butt you think you may drop to the ground from your sudden lack of oxygen but before you could the music ended and Ellen along with the audience members were clapping for you. Chris laughs as he turns to you, enveloping you in a warm hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face stuck against his chest. He places a comically big kiss to the top of your head, not even letting you go when Ellen approached the two of you.
“Well at least we can now say you guys are the cutest couple in Hollywood,” Ellen smiles as she stops beside the two of you, her gaze upon you and Chris almost affectionate. “And you two probably have the best dance moves in Hollywood too,” You laugh once again, burying your face into Chris’ shirt. Chris’ laugh rumbles against your head, almost soothing you in some way or another.
“Well thank you, I must admit my lap dance was pretty damn good before someone ruined it,” Chris gives your butt a playful pinch, causing you to squeal and lean against him more, your face burning in embarrassment. You don’t even have to look at Chris to know he has a self satisfied smirk on his face, you’d spent enough time with him to know what his ever facial expression looked like, guess that happened when you spent every waking moment with someone.
“Shut up, my shimmy was pretty damn good,”
“So was your Irish jig,’ You smile against Chris’ chest, your heart fluttering at the praise.
“Well everyone, let’s give it up for Chris and soon to be (Y/N) Evans!” You blush at the name, something you hadn’t heard anyone else say other than Chris, it was nice to finally have someone else saying it. Everyone stands up, clapping for the two of you wildly.
“Well (Y/N) Evans?” Chris whispers in your ear as everyone continues to clap. “Since you liked that lap dance so much how ‘bout we continue it back home?: You laugh, your head getting light headed once again.
“You know what,” You smirk a bit. “I’d gladly take that lap dance,”