The Interrogation Room
~Officer Winchester has a few more questions for you…~
Dean x Reader
Warnings: NSFW! Playfully Dom!Dean (trust me), bit o’spanking, handcuffs… ya know, SMUT.
A/N: Here’s your Pick-A-Smut 2.4K Winner! Special thank you to @tennesseewhiskey-and-pie for the beta!
Dean shut the door and threw the deadbolt closed. The click echoed through the empty room, ricocheting off of the ugly green painted cement walls and ringing in your ears. The interrogation room was cold and dark; a single light fixture hung above the plain table, swaying in the breeze that Dean had created when he slammed the door shut.
You were pacing behind the table, fingers rubbing your temples as you went over the case. Something wasn’t adding up, something about the perp you’d just interviewed wasn’t sitting right with you. Your head was a jumble of facts, your body tense and aching, and then there was Dean, locking the door and grinning at you with that smirk you so loved. You knew exactly what that look meant, and while it did send a wave of heat through your core, you also knew you didn’t have time for his games.