leather and laces

Leather and Lace

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader and Dean have have been together for three years, but have never established any kind of relationship. They both have feelings for each other but are afraid to voice them, not wanting the other to run away.

Word Count: 3.5k-ish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Implied Smut, Doubt, Mention of character deaths (just a few)

Author’s Note: Hey my beauties. This is my entry for @atc74 115 Celebration Challenge. I got the song “Leather and Lace” by Stevie Nicks and Don Henley. I really hope you guys like it. I loved writing it!

Also, special thanks to my beautiful Ree for reading over it! Love you, boo!!

It was those green eyes of his that did me in. I knew, from the moment he stepped into that diner, that he was the one for me.

Silly, right?

What kind of girl thinks like that nowadays? Those are fairytale fantasies. Something a mother tells their daughter before bedtime. “Love at first sight,” she would say, “is the best kind of love there is.”

If I had known how true those words would be, I would have steered clear of all men in general. And I was doing so good. Until he walked through that door.

Tall and masculine, Dean stood out from everyone else there. That leather jacket clinging loosely to his broad shoulders, making him look tough and dangerous, and downright irresistible. Jeans hugged his lower body, his bow legs adorable and I hid a smile as my eyes roamed back up his body to meet his eyes.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, a knowing smile on his lips. His green eyes glowed brightly with the afternoon sun flitting through the large windows, mesmerizing me.

“Hey,” I murmured back, my smile mimicking his.

He looked around before leaning over the counter, catching my my surprise by pecking me quickly on the lips. “What time you off today?”

I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent; the familiar hint of leather, whiskey, and something that was just Dean. “Mm, my shift’s almost done, actually,” I breathed, feeling a bit lightheaded.

Dean grinned. “Awesome. See you out there in, say, fifteen minutes?”

I arched an eyebrow and crossed my arms over my chest. “Who said I was free tonight? For all you know, I could have a date tonight with Malcolm Grady.”

Dean made a face. “Malcolm Grady? Who in the hell-?

“You haven’t exactly set any terms for tonight, Sweetheart,” I said, teasing him slightly. “Comin’ in here and automatically assuming I’m free. Who do you think you are?”

Dean stared at me for a moment before flashing me that Dean smirk that I loved so much. “I’m Dean fucking Winchester.”

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