An Unexpected Surprise
DeanxReader | Fluff | Language (as usual, do you expect anything less? :P)
A/N - I am still working on the second part to Mudder Virgin, but this idea hit me last night when I was in class and I decided to run with it. (We were learning about parasites, so can you blame me?) Hope you like it! - Deana
The professor droned on with tonight’s lesson, and you began to wonder why you chose night classes. You didn’t like waking up early, so you supposed you had to deal with the lesson taking up your lazy time. You tried to pay attention to what was being said - being as diligent as possible with note-taking - but you were feeling the urge to grab your phone to see how much longer you have.
There was knock on the door, and in came one of the college staff members. She looked a bit incredulous. “Uh, excuse me, Professor?”
The professor stopped and turned to her. “Hello, may I help you?”
“Yes, sorry to bother you, but do you have a (y/n), (y/L/n) in your class?”
Your stomach swam with nerves; what did she want from you? Did you do something wrong? The professor checked a clipboard on his desk, then looked at his students. “Ah, yes. She’s on the roster. (Y/n)?”
You quietly raised your hand, running all the possibilities in your mind. Your federal aid didn’t come in? You missed too many days? There’s an emergency? You decided it had to have been an emergency, because the other two options would have been addressed more… privately.
The staff member saw you raise your hand. “Can you please follow me, Miss (y/L/n)?”
You slowly stood up, gathering your book and notebook and nervously stuffed them into your bag. You slung it over your shoulder and trudged toward the woman, trying to avoid the stares from your classmates. She guided you out the door and thanked the professor.
You stayed silent, hoping the woman would give you an explanation.
“Sorry to pull you from your class like that. There’s uh… someone here to see you.”
“Who is it?”
“Your brother? He said there’s a family emergency. I was going to check his name in your files, but he was persistent that you needed to be taken out of the class immediately.”
Your stomach lurched. You didn’t have a brother.
Whoever this was, he needed something from you… but what? Your curiosity was higher than your fear, so you decided to say nothing.
The woman sighed. “I hope everything turns out okay for you, (y/n)” She stopped at the door to her office and opened it, ushering you in. “I’ll give you two some privacy, but I’ll be right out here if you need me.”
You pulled the book bag in tightly, as if it would protect you. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the office.
There was a man sitting in the staff member’s chair, his legs rudely propped up on her desk. He was testing the sharpness of a knife.
This couldn’t end well. You considered turning around and getting the hell out of here, but he looked up at you before you could move.
“Hey (y/n)!” He swung his legs down and stood up. He realized the knife was still in his hand and quickly put it away. “Oh, sorry bout that. Got kinda boring waiting in Glasses’ office.”
You said nothing, but realized he was referring to the staff member because she had been wearing glasses.
There was an awkward silence as the man skimmed you over with his eyes. “How was class?” He beamed at you
“What do you want?” You said, barely above a whisper.
The man licked his bottom lip, as if trying to string together the proper words to say. “Your professor is a vampire.”
You crossed your arms and scoffed, “I mean, he’s boring and does suck the enthusiasm out of you, but to call him a vampire is a bit much, don’t you think?”
The man laughed and shook his head, “No, (y/n). A real vampire. Like… Dracula.”
You raised an eyebrow at the man. “How high are you? Why did you pull me out of class to insult my professor?”
“I know this sounds completely crazy, but you have to believe me. You aren’t safe in that room.”
“Well if that’s the case, neither are the other students. So why me?” You asked skeptically.
“Well um,” the man stuttered and shifted where he stood. “Because you’re hot?” He grinned.
“So my looks are the only reason you decided to save me and not them?” You scoffed and turned to leave.
“Wait!” The man grabbed your elbow, stopping you. He glanced out the window at the staff member, who was facing the other way. He spoke to you in a low voice. “(y/n), don’t go back in there.”
You replied in a low, harsh voice, “You pull me out of my class – which I’m struggling in, by the way- tell me the professor is some mythological being, and I don’t even know you!” You jerked your arm away from him and tried to get to the door again, when you hear screams coming from the hallway.
“Shit,” The man said, bounding to the door while pulling a pistol out from the back of his jeans. He cracked the door open and looked into the hallway, his arm held out to keep you back.
“What’s going on out there?” You tried to push his arm out of the way so you could see, too.
“I’m going to need you to trust me (y/n).” The man urged, gripping his gun tighter. “You need to stay right behind me, okay? Hang onto me if you have to.”
“I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You said sarcastically.
“I’m serious! Ready? 3….2….” He kicked the door open. “Let’s go!”
He darted out of the door and grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him. You stumbled, trying to keep pace with him. Other students were scrambling around in a panic, but everyone was screaming so many different things that you couldn’t pick up what they were saying. The man got to the door and pushed you through. “Run to the parking lot!”
You did as he said, then stood in the parking lot, watching him. He was trying to get as many people out as possible, but you realized some of them were more afraid of him than whatever it was that happened in the first place.
“Your gun, idiot.” You mumbled, knowing he couldn’t hear you.
The man gave up and jogged toward you, taking your hand again. “We’re going to the car. Place is infested.”
“I’m not getting in your car! I don’t know you!” You replied sharply, fumbling for your keys.
“You’re safer with me (y/n).” The man said, checking over his shoulder. The two of you stopped at a car, but because the lights in the parking lot were flickering it was hard to see what the car looked like in the dark. You cursed it, wishing you could have any identifiers for when you called the cops for kidnap. The man opened the passenger side door and rushed you in, then slid across the front to his side, scrambling in and starting the engine. The tires squealed as he peeled out of the parking lot.
“I need some answers right now. Who the fuck are you and how did you know something was going to happen? And why the hell do you have a gun?”
Once he knew everything was safe, the man smiled at you. “I’m Dean Winchester.” He reached down and messed with the radio, trying to find something good.
You shrugged. “That’s supposed to clear things up?”
He looked at you, confused. “Your dad used to hunt with mine.”
“Like deer and stuff? My dad doesn’t hunt. He doesn’t have time because of all the business trips he has to take.”
“I see. And what’s the name of your dad’s business?”
“Well it’s….it’s called….huh. I don’t know. He never said, now that I think about it.”
Dean nodded. “I hate to be the one to break it to you… but your dad is a hunter, (y/n). One of the best. He’s the one who sent me to get you.”
“What?” You screamed in disbelief. “He sent you instead of getting me himself? How typical of him,” You crossed your arms in anger and looked out the window. “What kind of hunter? Some assassin or some shit? Wouldn’t surprise me with how secretive he is.”
“Like I said back there: Vampires. And Ghosts. Demons. Lots of nasty things out there, and your dad kills them to keep people safe. So do I.”
“This sounds ridiculous.”
“I know it does. I don’t know how he managed to keep it from you for this long. He’s a smart cookie.”
“This means Mom probably knows too. And even she didn’t tell me. They’re both on my shit list.”
Dean laughed. “Well, uh, your dad wants you to know that he will explain everything when I take you to him.”
“He better. If that’s even where you’re taking me. Maybe you pulled all of this out of your ass.”
“Man, you’re just like him. That explains a lot.”
“Explains what, exactly?”
“I have a lot of respect for your dad, (y/n). He’s been a great friend over the years. I knew he had a daughter but…”
“But what Dean?”
He rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. “Forget it. We’re here.”
Dean had brought you to your parents’ house and followed you inside.
“She’s safe—“ Dean addressed your dad, but you were already shooting questions.
“Hunter, dad? For years! And you never told me?”
“I know you’re angry, honey—“
“Angry? I’m furious! How could you keep this from me?”
“I wanted you to grow up with a normal life, but looks like we can’t have it that way anymore.”
“Obviously isn’t that normal, is it dad?” You spat. “Why didn’t you come get me? Why did you send Dean? I wasn’t even sure if he was who he said he was!”
“I know. I have my reasons.” Your dad looked at Dean and winked. “Thank you, Dean.”
“Oh no, no more secrets!” You threw your bookbag down and pointed at Dean. “Why did you send him?”
“He saved your life, didn’t he? That’s all that matters.”
“Why did you send him?” You repeated more angrily.
“Because I like you, (y/n).” Dean stepped toward you. “Your dad wanted to see if he could trust me with you, and-”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Yes he does. He knows all about you. Because of me.” Your dad explained.
“Do either of you realize how completely creepy this sounds? My dad has been keeping a huge fucking secret from me for years, and now he’s trying to hook me up with some guy he works with? I can’t believe you would do this.”
“I know this is a lot to take in at once, honey, but you’ll understand in time. Dean here is a great man, and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my daughter.” Your dad smiled at Dean.
“Still high on the creep factor, Dad. The man I decide to be with is just that: My decision! This is America; we don’t have arranged marriages or… whatever the hell this is.”
Dean tried to hold back laughter.
“This isn’t funny, Dean! You just waltz onto my campus and try to hero me? No. I don’t care how attractive you are!” You stopped yourself, heat flushing your face. “I have homework to do. Is my old room still in the same place or did you turn it into some hunter lair?”
“It’s still there. Just as you left it.” Your dad smiled at you, but you didn’t return it. Instead you picked up your bag and stomped off to your room. You could hear your dad offer to have a couple drinks with Dean. “Oh by all means, celebrate.” You scoffed sarcastically.
As expected, it was impossible trying to write a paper after all you just discovered. Someone knocked on your door, then opened it.
You sighed. “You’re still here?”
Dean sat on your bed. “Yep. Look, I know we didn’t start off on the best note.”
“Yeah. We didn’t.” You stared down at your laptop, trying to act like you’re ignoring him.
He drummed his fingers on his knees, clearly nervous. “What do you want now?” You asked, more softly this time.
“I know it’s late, but I was wondering if I could take you out to eat. Y’know, so we can get to know each other without death looming.” He laughed nervously. “That’s if you don’t hate my guts.”
You took a moment to think about it, secretly loving how Dean was becoming more nervous by the second. “Well… I am hungry. There’s a diner down the road that stays open all night. Guess we can go there.”
“Oh, Loop’s? Love that place. Best pie in the area.” He grinned, relived.
You stood up from the desk, shrugging into your jacket. “Just so you know, this isn’t a date or anything. This is payment from making me miss class.”
“Yes ma’am,” Dean winked at you, guiding you out of your room.
You hopped down the stairs, and your dad was waiting there. “Going out?” He smirked.
“Yeah, yeah. Dean is just buying me food.”
“Hmmm. Well enjoy your food, then.” Your dad said teasingly. “You take care of her, Dean.”
“Always,” Dean replied.
“I can take care of myself, thanks.” You mumbled.
You both walked out to the car, Dean opening the door for you again. Maybe this guy wasn’t so bad, after all.
Dean started the car and you both took off to the diner. You didn’t know that you would like Dean Winchester.
You also didn’t know that this would be the first date of many.