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Just For Once...

Summary: Breaking the Zone Challenge. Prompt: “You know everything about this is illegal, right?”

Perfect for the boys with a Sassy Reader 

Originally posted by winchestiel-gay-pudding

“You know everything about this is illegal, right,” Sam looked to his older brother as they both whipped out their forged FBI badges, smacked them up against the glass door of the latest witness and Dean snickered,

“Everything we do is legal as long as we don’t get caught.”

Sam whipped his head to his brother’s left and rolled his eyes, “I just feel something is off about her and this case, she’s hiding something Dean,” Sam waiting impatiently for you to open the door.  You sure as hell took your damn time.

You finally opened the partition and sized both men up, before speaking, “What can I do for the infamous Winchesters?”

Dean stuttered, Sam huffed an “I knew it”, and groaned, “I think we’ve been caught,” and you threw your head back and laughed.  

“Bobby told me you were goin’ to be sniffin’ around town,” you spoke through the glass, “think I was goin’ to let you both get the win on this case?”

“Listen, YN, if that’s even your real name,” Dean started but you held up a hand to silence him, “this coming from Agents Stark and Banner, really?”

“YN is my real name and I don’t have to go pretendin’ I’m someone I’m not to get a case solved, so do us both a favor and leave town, before it gets ugly.”

You went to go slam the partition closed, when Sam placed a placating hand on the glass, his eyes pleading, “We’ll leave if you answer some questions first.”

“First being, just who the hell are you, we haven’t heard your name on the hunter’s circuit.”  Dean wasn’t pulling any punches with you and you kinda found that hot, but the hunters you traveled with warned you about his silk laced tongue.

You licked your bottom lip in hesitation and tried to stall the inevitable, but you sighed, opened the glass door, and ushered them in.

“I’m YN Singer,” you held out a hand, “Dad doesn’t like me getting my nose into the life, but it’s in the blood, you know?”

“Just for once, I wish Bobby would tell us everything, it’s like pullin’ teeth with the old bastard.”

“Hey! That old bastard’s still my father, watch that tongue of yours Dean Winchester.”

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Fake It ‘Till You Make It (Dean x Reader)

WEDIM DAY 3

DEAN X READER

WORD COUNT: 725

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: What’s the old saying? Fake it ‘till you make it. As you find out that saying can apply to anything. 

A/N: Hey, I hope ya’ll are enjoying WEDIM so far. I’m certainly enjoying posting again! I’d like to say tanks to everyone that liked and reblogged yesterday’s ppost. 60 notes in 24 hrs!! What the hell guys!!! Please let me know if there is anything you want me to write this month! I need ideas! Also let me know if you want to be tagged in any specific x readers or just in everything. LOVE YOU!


Dean had gotten himself into trouble. Again.

Once again, it was my job to get him out of the shit he was currently in as Sam was away on the other side of the country. I was so angry. This had happened too many times before and this was the second time this month he’d been chucked in a cell. I got a call from the local police station, saying that I was needed to pick up somebody claiming to be my boyfriend. I instantly knew who it was.

When I hung up the phone I swore loudly. He always said you were his girlfriend who just so happened to be the daughter of some very high up federal government officer.

I got into my car and drove quickly, my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly angrily, down to the station. I pulled up into a parking space and sighed. I walked into the station and up to the front desk.

“Hi, may I help you?” A perky young receptionist said as I stepped through the door.

“Yeah, I got a call to pick up my boyfriend, Dean Winchester?” I said with a smile, the receptionist nodded and typed something into her computer then stood up out of her chair.

“I’ll just go get Stephan, he’s the officer on duty tonight, he’ll come give you some paperwork to sign then you’ll be good to go!”

“Sure, take all the time you need,” I muttered and leant against the counter as I waited. A few seconds later the receptionist returned with a clipboard with a couple of sheets of paper on. I scanned through them, signed them and handed the paper back.

A few minutes later Dean was being led out and the officer took the handcuffs off. He grinned over at me, looking like a smug bitch. I rolled my eyes.

“Thanks, sweetie,” Dean said mockingly. It took all the self-control myself to stop from smacking him round the head. Dean got uncuffed and rubbed his wrists a little, just for good measure.

“Ready to go, hun?” I said, sickeningly sweet as Dean walked over to me. He pulled me to his side and I faked a big smile. “What are we gonna to with you, ey?” I asked with a laugh, looking over at the receptionist. She smiled and nodded. “Thanks for your help,”

I then pulled Dean out of the station and to the car. Once I made sure I was out of sight, I retched myself away from him and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

“Ow!” Dean exclaimed. “What the hell, Y/n?”

“Every fucking time Dean!” I snapped as I slammed the door of my car shut. Dean got in quickly as I started up the engine. “How many times is this gonna take before you learn that I won’t come and get you again?”

“But you do,” Dean said with a laugh.

“Yeah because no one else will!” I sighed, “You know I think I’ve spent more time pretending to be your girlfriend than I have been in an actual relationship,”

“Maybe we should just be in a relationship then?” Dean said nonchalantly. My head snapped round in surprise. I pulled over and stopped my car.

“What did you just say?” I asked him, not knowing if I had heard him correctly. He shrugged and pursed his lips a little before repeating what he had said.

“We should be together, everyone thinks we’re a couple anyway. I mean I like you and you like me, so why not?” I thought about it for a moment. Maybe it wasn’t so crazy. I did like him. A lot. But this was a big step, this would change everything. Hunting, priorities, living in general.

“So I guess this is your twisted way of asking me out, right?” I asked, a smirk settling onto my lips. Dean nodded and shrugged a little, now a little embarrassed. “But I don’t see a reason as to why I should say no,”

“I’ll take that as a yes then?” He asked, laughing now.

“Absolutely,”

I started up the car again, a happy smile on my face as I turned back onto the road. Dean settled back into his seat turning the radio up to sing along. Maybe this wouldn’t be so different after all…


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