Summary:Y/N was never a big fan of sailors, so when a ship full of them dock at the harbor in her town, she’s anything but happy. However, there is one in particular that is determined to prove to her that not all men of the sea are the same, and dedicates each day of his shore leave to the task of changing her mind. Will the green eyed sailor prove his point, or hers?
Rating:15+
Warnings: Fluff, just fluff. .
A/N: *sings* and now…the end is here. This is it guys, the last instalment of Hello, Sailor! Can you believe it? Thank you all so so much for reading it. It honestly means the absolute world. Could there be a sequel? Maybe. We’ll see how that goes. I have idea’s rattling in my head but nothing concrete as of yet. It all depends of if it’s something you want too! But honestly, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Love you guys! Hope you enjoy!
I also want to say a massive thank you to my bestie; @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. __________________________
A gentle breeze blew over the diner patio as Y/N wiped down a table that had just been vacated after the breakfast rush. As she leaned forward, sliding the cloth over the surface, the angel wing shell swung back and forth against her chest. The delicate object brushed against her skin and as she stood straight, her fingers came to hold on to it. A smile pulled at her lips as she stood underneath the sunshine, basking in the warmth the golden rays were providing as her mind wandered to the thought of Dean.
Her sailor.
The time they had spent apart had gone agonisingly slow, each day feeling like a week, each month feeling like a year as she waited for the day he would return. As promised though, he had been writing to her. A letter would land on her doormat nearly every day; his scruffy yet readable penmanship the instant indicator that it was from him. There were times when she felt low, her heart yearning for his love like a starving animal craved for a meal, so she would tear open the envelope and read it straight away. Others she waited, the paper burning a hole in her purse as she walked to the end of the docks, and leaned against the mooring post before she allowed herself to get lost in his adventures.
He would tell her tales of where he had been, what his days looked like upon the ship, and when she received the news that he had made the rank of Commander, her chest was fit to burst with pride. She knew she had made the right choice in encouraging him to follow his dream, even though she missed him more than she could possibly describe. Dean would also tell her how his crewmates constantly asked questions about his girl back on dry land. Although, he would never give them the full story as that was something private between the couple, but he would tell them how lucky he was that a woman like Y/N was his. It made her smile to know that he was proud of her, that she was someone who he held in such high regard even after months of being apart. It made her stomach swoop to know that she was in his thoughts everyday, that she was the soul he had chosen to give his heart to.
There had still been no news of when he would return, but the small flame of hope that flickered inside of her never waivered. She still trusted that he would come back, because for the past ten months he had kept his promise. Initially she had the fear that after a few weeks, he would stop writing to her and their journey together would have become a distant memory, a beautiful stamp in time that she could cherish. But that wasn’t to be as he hadn’t forgotten her, and he made sure to remind her of that as often as he could. At the end of every letter, he would always sign off in the exact same way. And no matter how many times she read the words, they alwaysbrought tears to her eyes.
Everyday I miss you more, and everyday I love you more.
Y/N couldn’t wait for when she would receive the news that he was coming back to her little town, that his ship would be docking in the harbor in front of The Daisy Chain. She had been saving up her vacation time for that exact moment, an agreement she had put in place with Donna and Jody. They were more than happy to agree to it, wanting the waitress to finally enjoy her life with a man who she loved. She was so grateful; it was just a waiting game to see when that would be.
The day was warm, and she had opted to wear a loose black and white polka dot sundress, its cotton light upon her body but still, she felt the heat. So, taking a deep breath, she picked up her wash bowl and cloth before she walked back into the diner, grateful for the air conditioning that cooled her skin. She smiled at the patrons that sat in their booths, greeting them with a cheery ‘good afternoon’ as she passed. Once she got to the counter, she lifted up the serving hatch before taking the dirty dishes into the kitchen. She was about to fill the dishwasher, when the sound of her boss caused her to stop.
“Hey sweetie?” It was Jody, and she came to stand by her side with a clipboard in hand. “Could you come and help me in the back? We’ve had a delivery and I just need to count everything before we move it into here.”
“Of course,” Y/N agreed without hesitation, leaving the job she was doing to follow in her friend’s footsteps as she led her towards the rear of the establishment. It didn’t take long to get there and as she walked into the room, the metal shutter open due to the truck that brought the stock was parked, her eyes grew wide. “That is a lot of potatoes.”
At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her, but everywhere she looked there were sacks and sacks of the root vegetable. Carrots, green beans and things such as bread rolls were also mixed in but they were few and far between. Slowly her hands came to rest upon her hips as she took in the whole scene in front of her.
Jody just slowly nodded at her reaction, a little chuckle passing her lips as she looked down at the order form and then back to what surrounded them. “I think Rufus went a bit overboard, hence me needing your help.”
“You’re not kidding,” Y/N laughed before moving across the floor to start sorting, but her boss stopped her in her tracks, handing off the clipboard and pen.
“Can you make the notes?” Jody asked her kindly, “I only have one pair of protective gloves so would prefer to do the heavy lifting myself.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed, although she felt bad that her friend was going to be doing all the work.
It took a couple of hours for them to sort through everything that had been delivered, with Y/N offering a few times to swap roles so she could do her fair share, but Jody constantly refused. As they neared the end, her boss heaving a sack of potatoes back onto the truck, the door that led back into the diner opened to reveal Donna, a bright and infectious smile on her face.
Without explanation, she nodded towards Jody before she traversed the stock to get to Y/N’s side, her fingers combing through the waitress’s hair. The blonde moved a few wayward strands, tucked the rest behind one ear before cupping her cheeks, all while ignoring the confused expression that Y/N was wearing.
“Beautiful,” Donna gushed, before she grabbed the clipboard out of the grasp of the bewildered help and passed it to Jody.
“Thank you?” Y/N replied, her brows furrowed as she tried to work out the behaviour of her bosses.
But before she could question it, the blonde grabbed her by the hand and began to pull her back into the main area of the diner while muttering, “Come with me.”
Of course she did as she was told, and tried her hardest to keep in step with the woman whose grip was tight on her fingers. Their heels echoed loudly over the wooden floors, causing all the customers of The Daisy Chain to focus on the pair as they weaved their way through the tables. Her dress was floating behind her due to the speed she was currently walking. She had tried to ask just what the rush was, but she was met with Donna’s hushing before she bundled her out of the front doors and onto the harbor.
Before Y/N could react, the blonde’s hands had grabbed tightly onto the tops of her arms and twisted her attention towards the bay. That was when she saw it. The large ship that had docked on the bay, the vessel that struck a perfect resemblance to the one that Dean was stationed on. Her stomach churned, her heart pounding hard against her ribs, her palms growing sweaty as her fingers came to clasp the angel wing that hung around her neck.
“Is that…” she breathed softly, her trembling legs carrying her a few steps further out onto the docks so she could get a clearer view.
She didn’t want to get her hopes up, didn’t want to experience the excitement of being able to see her Dean again only to be let down if it wasn’t. She felt like she was holding her breath, her grip tight on the shell he had bought her as her eyes frantically scanned through the growing crowd for the name of the ship. It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion and she couldn’t get time to move as quickly as she would like. But soon, there was a clear break in the sea of people and her gaze landed on bold black letters. USS Anzio.
“But he didn’t-” Y/N started, her voice starting to tremble with the overflowing wave of emotion that was flooding her. He hadn’t told her he was coming, and had said that it could be another month before he arrived back in her town. It was then that her eyebrows began to knit together, and she turned to Donna who was still standing behind her, “How did you–”
Her query was interrupted by the blonde passing over a letter, and immediately the waitress identified the penmanship as Dean’s, “He wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered, a tear falling onto her cheek as she read the words her sailor had written. They were full of nothing but love and adoration for her, and he wanted his return to be a secret so she wouldn’t worry about his voyage back home into her arms.
“Go get him, sugar,” Donna encouraged her, taking the letter from her hands before giving her a gentle nudge forward.
Y/N didn’t have to be told twice, so she ran as fast as her legs would allow, praying that her feet wouldn’t fail her while she weaved through waiting families. From what she could see, the ramp had already been lowered meaning sailors must have started to come ashore. It was then that she saw the uniforms, men embracing their lovers, their children, their friends. Her heart was still pounding, her chest still heaving with each anxious breath she took as she desperately searched for her man, for the soul that made her complete.
The seconds felt like minutes, and the anxious pit in her stomach was bubbling as she had yet to find Dean. She was having a hard time locating him, deception lurking at every turn due to the clothes the men of the sea were wearing. But he was a Commander now, he should be easily identifiable so why could she not spot him in this ever growing crowd?
She was just about to panic, about to open the door to her fear that maybe something could have happened to him on his way here, when two large palms rested on her hips from behind. Just like that, she was no longer frightened that he hadn’t returned. No longer scared that he was in harm’s way, because two deep and husky words were spoken as soon as she felt that contact, blanketing her in the comfort she sought.
“Hey Sparky.”
Immediately, she turned around in his hold, her heart ready to burst out of her chest as she saw the familiar emerald orbs looking straight at her. The corner of Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled wide and bright. He looked a little more tanned from his time at sea causing his freckles to stand out a little more than she remembered. It was his fingers stroking her cheek that brought her out of her trance, his touch delicate, his thumb tenderly caressing her skin as if he was testing that this moment was as real as he hoped.
She couldn’t wait any longer, it had already been ten months without him. So without hesitation, Y/N rolled onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing herself against his body in excitement and wanting. Automatically he tightened his hold on her before he lifted his girl from the floor, their noses tenderly nudging against each other as they both wore their happiness with pride. That was when her lips found his, kissing him with all the love she could muster. Dean Winchester was home, he was safe and he had returned to her just like he had promised.
With reluctance, she pulled back from him to look into his eyes once more, her hands now cupping his slightly stubbled cheeks as he gently lowered her back to the ground. They didn’t part though, their foreheads remained connected as he pulled her body tight against his. That was the moment she finally found the courage to speak, that she was able to trust that her words would not fail her in a breath of overwhelming emotion, to greet her man that had been away for so long.
“Hello, Sailor.”
——————————————– THE END ——————————————– A/N: And so it’s done. Did you like it? Please, please,let me know what you think if and when you have time.
Much love to you all!
Also…keep those peepers peeled for a new series announcement!
Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: NSFW, slow burn, swearing, kissing, Dom/Sub themes, finger fucking, praise kink, [SPOILERS] angst, arguments, worry *Tabby is in a cave now*
A/N: Guys, I am so so so sorry this is a day late. I got struck down with the biggest amount of writers block this week and no matter what I wrote, it wasn’t good enough for you guys, or myself, or this story. I have rewritten and deleted, and wrote again a few times now before I feel like it was okay. Chapter 18 has finally gone live on patreon which means I can post 13 here! and I can only hope that you will enjoy this chapter. Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Dean’s mind was spinning; his chest heaving as he came down from his post orgasmic high. He had just experienced the best sex that he had ever had, felt a connection he had never encountered before, and it was all with a stranger at his own party. However, his heart was still very much in his throat as he was propped up on his elbow, resting on his side while his fingers stroked up and down her soft skin. Her shaky breathing and soft gasps were the only sounds filling the silence. Was she who he suspected her to be?
When he began to undress her, he couldn’t help but hesitate slightly when he felt the material of her dress. The fabric was silk; the exact same the woman in red was wearing, the woman that had enchanted him from the moment his eyes had laid upon her. He knew it was a long shot, knowing that there may also be another woman, or two, wearing this exact same type of cloth but in the deepest, darkest parts of him, he hoped it was her.
“So what happens now?” Her soft question broke him out of his thoughts, her voice sounding like smooth honey as it filtered into his ears. It warmed him, his cock already twitching once more upon the sound of it.
“What do you mean?” Dean questioned, flattening his hand against her stomach as he waited for her to reply.
“Well I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, and even though there was no way she could see his expression, his eyebrows still shot up to meet his hairline.
“Could have fooled me,” he chuckled low. Without the confession, he would never have believed that was her first time in a Lights Out chamber. She seemed so experienced, so confident; it made him all the more attracted to the enigma beside him. “What would you like to happen?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice a little unsure as her body slightly moved beneath his palm. She was squirming against him, and that only caused him to smirk.
She wanted more.
Hesitantly, and cautiously, he began to trail his touch to just below her navel, his pinky close to her mound. Dean was testing her boundaries, seeing if it was okay to continue. He had known her for less than twenty four hours, and already he was addicted to the way he had made him feel; to the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. She was like a sweet narcotic that he was unable to give up, that had him hooked after the first pill, and when she let out a small whimper in response to him, he took that as his cue to move lower.
His fingers dipped back into her core, and he couldn’t help but let out a small growl at how wet she still was; all for him. She had made the sweetest noises when he brought her to the edge before, and he couldn’t wait to hear them again. So he found her swollen nub and began to slowly tease it, rubbing in small circles as he lowered his head hesitantly, his lips finding the curve of her neck. It was then that he kissed her, working her body towards another wave of pleasure as he slipped two of his thick digits inside of her. The woman beside him mewled, gasped and whined as he nipped at her skin, as he pushed her further and further towards her next orgasm. He wanted to record these sounds, wanted to remember this woman and relive this experience over and over again.
Dean had always been a giver when it came to sex, had always enjoyed bringing his women to their own form of delirium over and over again. He found satisfaction in it, his chest swelling with pride when they screamed his name, clawed at his back and cried out for a power mightier than him. But with her, it was different. He found he wanted to do it not because of the gratification he felt, but because of how he craved to hear her voice. Her moans were like liquid ecstasy; drops of rain teasing a drought plagued land.
But he didn’t want her to come just yet. No, he wanted to savor the moment, wanted to tease and build upon the sweet foundations he had already laid down. So he continued to kiss her, his tongue teasing paths up to her jawline as his body half hovered over hers. He felt how one of her breasts brushed against him as she panted, fuck if it didn’t make him want to roll on top of her and lose himself inside of her again. That’s when his mind wandered to the thought of entering her bareback, and like a horny teenager, he nearly came from the mere idea. His kisses then found the corner of her mouth, before he covered her lips with his completely, swallowing down every whimper as he ramped up his rhythm. It didn’t take too long of him doing that to push her over the edge, her hand now gripping his as he lazily fucked her with her fingers, helping her to ride through her orgasm.
“Good girl,” Dean praised from above her, and the long satisfied whine that left her was enough to make his chest ache with contentment.
He withdrew his digits before rolling onto his back, feeling as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. In this room, he wasn’t Dean Winchester. He wasn’t the son of the most elite family in the valley, wasn’t the playboy everyone made him out to be; he wasn’t pretending to be someone he was not. He was himself, a soul who he hadn’t seen in so long, and it felt damn near freeing.
Even the fact that this woman beside him wasn’t asking questions was refreshing. She had no desire to find out who he was, and even though that was the point of the event and these rooms, it was still something that tended to nearly always happen. They always wanted to know who had been so kinky as to try one of these chambers out, or who it was that perhaps enjoyed a particular sexual act. Some used it as leverage, others to seek out partners for affairs once the party was over but whoever she was, had no intention of doing anything. Not unlike who he’s being made to masquerade around with. Bela Talbot.
Fuck. Bela.
Dean had completely and utterly forgotten about her. The idea of having to face that shitstorm was making him want to stay inside of this chamber for the rest of the event, but he knew that couldn’t happen. He was going to have to defuse that bomb and somehow still try and keep the peace between everyone. How? He had no idea but he would work something out, he always did. Besides, she did tell him to go to room six and that is exactly what he had done. It wasn’t his fault that someone was already inside this room.
That’s a weak excuse to stand on and you know it, he thought. Truthfully, it was. He didn’t have to sleep with this addictive stranger, and the fact that he had done that while knowing he should have been with the brunette spoke volumes.
Pulling off his mask, he rubbed at his eyes as he tried to stop his mind from whirring. He so desperately wanted to give into his body, to relax into the mattress beneath him while idly talking to the woman who he felt so strangely comfortable with. Yet the idea of his father storming about on the floor above him, with his distant cousin lapping at his heel as they searched for the host, paired with the no doubt fuming face of Bela, prevented him from doing that.
Wanting to make the most of the time he did have however, Dean rolled onto his side again to reach out for the woman who he was sharing the darkness with, only to be met with the warm sheets of the bed. He panicked, his hand patting further and further away from him as he searched for the body that had pleasured him just moments ago. It was then that he heard the rustling of clothes, and his stomach churned. He needed to know who she was; not for any business purposes, or for even further sexual favors, but for her company.
Fuck, he was just like the others, wasn’t he?
That thought alone stopped him from opening his mouth, from preventing her from leaving him naked on the bed. It was her prerogative to slip out without revealing who she was, and he knew that. But this was the first time in his life where he had felt truly connected to somebody. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was because they were sharing this blackened space…maybe he was overthinking it.
It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the door opening did he move to sit up straighter, feeling a heavy weight pull at his chest. He couldn’t believe he was feeling sad about an unknown person leaving him after an hour of amazing sex. They had no ties to each other, no obligations, so why the hell was he sitting there with a dejected ball of emotion settling deep within his stomach? Before he could even question it however, the answer revealed itself. Through the now open doorway, Dean saw a small beam illuminate part of the hallway from Evan’s flashlight which in turn, helped to reveal part of the woman who he had devoured moments before. The red dress. It was her.
“Hey, wait!” Dean shouted, rushing from the bed before placing his hands out in front of him, not wanting to bump into anything and stumble. But she didn’t wait, even though she hesitated for a split second, she was soon out of his sight. “Shit!”
He needed to find his clothes, and fast. Stumbling around the space, he found the swing and blindly bent down to the floor, using his fingers to feel around for the material he was searching for. It felt like he was trying to complete a damn rubix cube; how the hell was this so complicated? How the hell did shemanage to find her dress and get ready so easily?! Every second that passed was one too long. He had to find her, had to work out who she was in order to calm the unruly curious storm that was surging inside of him.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Dean was dressed back in his suit; although whether it was inside out or not was another issue, and something he would sort when in more adequate lighting. He rushed out of the room as fast as his legs would take him, his fingers still doing up the buttons on his white shirt as he came face to face with the security guard who shone his light in the host’s direction.
“Evan, where did she go?!” Dean demanded, sliding his arms back into his suit jacket as he frantically looked up and down the dimly lit hallways.
“Who?” The question was paired with the flashlight being aimed into the host’s face, the security guard wearing a bemused expression as he saw how flustered the man before him was.
“The woman in the red dress,” Dean urged, his tone quite snappy as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair. “She came out of room six moments ago.”
“Towards the stairs on the right,” Evan quickly answered, pointing that way before his smirk grew wide. “Wanting a stiff drink after what you did to her no doubt.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean muttered, slapping the security guard on the shoulder quickly before he half jogged down the corridor.
Hehad to find her, and he could only pray that she hadn’t gone too far. Of course, he had no idea what he was going to say to her, but if he could just get a name, a place of employment; something which meant she wouldn’t be out of his life for good, then at least he would be able to sleep tonight. Without a piece of information however, he knew trying to locate her, or at least finding out who she was, would be like looking for a needle in a very large and complicated haystack.
His feet found the staircase that led back up to the main hall, his grip tight on the rail to help him take the steps two at a time, when a hand wrapped around his wrist. It yanked at him with force which caused him to stumble back slightly as an angry voice sounded from behind him. “Where the hellwere you?!”
Turning around, his gaze fell upon the brunette who he was supposed to be sharing one of the chambers with. Fuck. “Bela, I don’t have time for this.”
“Then make some!” She shouted, stomping one of her feet as her balled up fists thrusted downwards at her sides. “I have been waiting for you in that room for ages and yo–” She cut off her own words as her gaze took in his less than tidy appearance, her focus on his neck, “-wait, why is your bow tie undone?”
“I–” Dean started, not really wanting to choose this exact moment to explain that he had no interest in her whatsoever and that he, instead, was more infatuated with a woman whom he only knew wore a red dress, and gave him the most mind blowing head ever.
“-Oh my god,” Bela gasped, her fingers coming to cover her mouth partially. “You had sex with someone else didn’t you?!” Her voice was raised, and it caused the people around them to stare in their general direction.
At first he wasn’t too bothered, knowing that he had half of his face hidden by his masquerade mask meaning that his identity was secret. That was, until he remembered he took it off on the bed in room six, and in his haste to chase after the enchantress, he had completely forgotten to put it back on. Great. Fucking great.
“Look I don’t want to get into this now,” Dean stated, trying to stay as calm as possible as to not escalate this situation any further. “I need to-”
“-I can’t believe you!” Bela shrieked, slapping her hand hard against his chest as she continued to fume. “I told you I would be in room six and you deliberately chose to go somewhere else.”
The green-eyed host thought he had a lot of patience; he had been tested many times in his life by numerous different circumstances and he had always managed to stay calm. But right then, while he felt the burning eyes of many on his back, and the judgmental stare from the woman in front of him, his restraint was wearing very thin.
“I DID go to room six!” Dean snapped, taking a step down the stairs towards her as he gestured down the hallway towards the chambers. “I followed your instructions to the letter and you weren’t there. That’s NOT on me.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense!” she argued, shaking her head as she continued to scowl. He didn’t need to see her without her mask to know she was making that expression; the way her nose was crinkling and mouth hung slightly agape told him that.
“Then take it up with Evan. I was where I was supposed to be,” he argued, his tone dominant and sharp as he held his ground. All the while in the back of his head, he knew he was running out of time to find the woman in the red dress. What if she changes? What if she leaves?
What if? What if? What if?
“But the fact still stands that you stuck your cock into someone else!” the brunette cried, and that was the moment that Dean decided that he’d had enough. He couldn’t stand living in this veil of deception any longer and hell, the opportunity had presented itself.
“So fucking what, Bela!” he spat, not caring that he had dropped her name, nor that his gruff voice had reverberated off the walls around them. He had a point that he needed to make. “We aren’t exclusive, we never havebeen exclusive!”
“That’s a lie!” she fired back, a nervous laugh leaving her as she looked around, almost as if she was waiting for backup that was never going to arrive. But her words only infuriated him further, causing a fiery rage he hadn’t felt in a long time erupt within the very core with him, and burst out of his mouth.
“I DON’T LIE!” Dean roared, his expression darkening as she flinched back away from him. It caused him to lower his tone slightly, giving him the pause needed to take a deep breath. “Tell me when that happened?! Because if I remember correctly, you just assumed that of us, and took advantage of the fact that I just fuck you whenever I feel like it.” Even though he wasn’t shouting, his words were still sharp, his delivery of them cutting through her facade like paper. “Newsflash Bela, you’re just my go to for whenever I need a good lay, nothingelse.”
“De-” Her eyes were glazed over, her hand now resting on her chest as she shrunk into herself. That was when he knew he had gone a little too far, allowing all of his frustrations to form the bullet he just shot straight at the brunette.
“-Look, I’m sorry, alright? But you knew whatever was between us was justsex. I never wanted anything more from you, and I never will. I’m not doing this anymore,” he informed her, stern and precise before he began to turn away. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“You’ll regret this!” Bela shouted after him, as he began to take the steps at a hurried pace, not caring about the spectacle he had just created on the floor of the Lights Out chambers.
“I really don’t care,” Dean admitted, stopping momentarily to look back at her. “You want some honest advice? You could do a lot more with your life if you really tried to. You don’t need to rely on your fathers money for everything.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, staring him down with fury alight in her eyes. To that, he just smiled before letting out a slow and long breath.
“Enjoy the rest of the party, Bela.”
Dean left her standing at the bottom of the staircase as he rushed to get to the main floor, not caring about the problem he knew he had created. There would be repercussions for his actions, that much he knew for certain, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be with Bela in the first place, and it wasn’t right for him to string her along in an attempt to keep everyone happy when his heart truly wasn’t in it in the first place. But all of that worry and stress would have to wait for later. Right now, his priority was finding his enigma, his enchantress; the woman who made him feel more like himself than he ever thought possible.
He rushed along the corridor, glancing in every tight space, looking behind every door and in each hidden corner he could find. So far, there was no sight of her and it only made his stomach tighten. His last hope would be that she was in the main hall, back at the bar with a glass of alcohol like Evan had originally suggested. So he ran, carefully rushing past guests who were travelling in the opposite direction, being mindful to not bump into them or spill their drinks. Unfortunately, however, there was one person who stepped out at the wrong time and his shoulder sent their whiskey spilling to the floor.
“Woah brother,” the southern accent sounded, and as Dean quickly looked at the face of his victim, he realised he had quite literally ran into Benny. His friend’s once happy expression was now morphing into one of worry as he hesitantly came to rest a hand upon the host’s shoulder. “Everything okay? Where’s your mask?”
“Have you seen the woman in the red dress?” Dean quickly blurted out, his eyes scanning behind and around him as his heart thudded inside his chest.
“You didn’t end up talking to her?” Benny questioned, frowning a little when he took a note of how the man in front of him was acting.
Dean could only huff a quick breath, his eyebrows raising slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’ve done a lot more than that.”
“What?” Benny guffawed, before steeling himself by pursing his lips together. Still, he couldn’t help but whisper his next question, stepping a little closer as to not make it widely known knowledge. “De, you sleptwith her?”
“Look I’ll tell you everything later but right now, I need to find her,” Dean stated urgently, his attention still very much on the crowd as he rolled to his tiptoes, hoping the extra inch would help locate this woman. “I still have no idea who she is, or where she’s from and there was this…” he sighed, fighting the temptation to tell his friend he felt a connection unlike any other, “…doesn’t matter, I just want to find her okay?”
The urgency in Dean’s tone was enough to convince his friend, and when a waiter walked by with an empty tray, Benny was quick to place his empty glass upon it. “Alright, boss. I’ll start lookin’. I’ll take her for a drink if I locate her.”
With a pat on Dean’s shoulder, his cajun friend blended into the crowd in the opposite direction to him. A sigh of little relief left his lips; he was just glad to have someone who he could trust, who didn’t question his actions or motives, on his side. Without wasting another minute, the host quickly moved through the sea of people that surrounded him, his eyes scanning every available body and corner that they could. He glanced over towards the bar, his heart plummeting to his stomach when he realised she wasn’t there. He needed a better vantage point, needed to get higher so he could look out over the whole of the room.
Without hesitation, he moved towards the staircase that led to the upper floors of his home, the steps that were sectioned off with a rope and security to ensure no-one could pass them. As he climbed, one of the guards nodded towards him in acknowledgement before he removed the barrier to let him pass. That was when Dean turned around, his hands by his sides as he surveyed the party from an angle only he could use. Yet all he saw was an ocean of black and white, pawns on a chessboard that didn’t even realise they were being played by something that was much bigger than they were. A colorless scene filled with fake personas and unspoken debts.
There was not a single red dress amongst them.
——————————————– Chapter Fourteen ——————————————– A/N: *tabby hides now* Please do not shout…remember the slow burns lol. Tag list is open!
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Summary: You are in trouble and need fast cash. For the longest time you tried to be a good girl, now you need to break the rules all over again.
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Thief!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, breaking and entering, criminal reader, mafia au, implied sexual harassment (not Dean), threats, scared reader, kind of hostage situation, Dean is not a soft mobster here
“You can do this,” you whisper to yourself. “You’ll go inside, get all their shiny things and money, and get out again.” Your fingers are trembling when you try to get the lockpick out of your pocket. “Shit, it’s been too long since I broke into a house.”
Your landlord’s words still echo in your mind. He will kick you out if you don’t get him the money you owe him or give him something sweeter. You shudder at the image, not wanting to end up on your knees in front of your bastard of a landlord.
Summary: You are in trouble and need fast cash. For the longest time you tried to be a good girl, now you need to break the rules all over again.
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Thief!Reader
Warnings: angst, language, breaking and entering, criminal reader, mafia au, implied sexual harassment (not Dean), threats, scared reader, kind of hostage situation, Dean is not a soft mobster here
“You can do this,” you whisper to yourself. “You’ll go inside, get all their shiny things and money, and get out again.” Your fingers are trembling when you try to get the lockpick out of your pocket. “Shit, it’s been too long since I broke into a house.”
Your landlord’s words still echo in your mind. He will kick you out if you don’t get him the money you owe him or give him something sweeter. You shudder at the image, not wanting to end up on your knees in front of your bastard of a landlord.
If only you didn’t lose your job and got into that accident costing you your car.
“Fucking great. Back to square one, I guess,” you take a glance over your shoulder to make sure no one is watching you.
One of your former partners told you about an easy target. He only wants forty percent, that greedy bastard.
“Just have a little faith in yourself,” you whisper to yourself, to tame your racing heart. “For fuck’s sake. You once were one of the best cat burglars, Y/N. Get a hold of yourself and do this. I don’t want to suck that asshole’s dick.”
You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment to remember the smart and talented thief you once were.
Before you gave up life as a criminal and tried to become one of these normal people working from nine to five. “I can do this…”
Your fingers work on their own. It’s like your body remembers every movement and every trick to unlock the door in the back of the large mansion. You unlock it within a few seconds and slip through the small gap you create as you shove the door open. “Not that bad,” you silently close the door and take another deep gulp of air.
Silence welcomes you to someone else’s home. You feel guilty for breaking into their house. It’s been years since you did something like that, and it feels wrong for the first time in your life.
Years ago, you didn’t give a shit about other people. Your father was a hardass gangster, killing people without batting an eyelash. Your brother, well he was one of the best burglars you ever heard about.
None of them is still alive. Life in your line of business is dangerous and deadly. There is no honor amount gangsters or thieves anymore.
Now you’ve got no other choice than to fall back into old patterns and steal to survive. You are on your own since you turned eighteen and no one is there to catch your fall.
It’s not the time to overthink things. You do this now, or you’ll end up on the street, nothing more than the clothes you are wearing in your possession.
For a moment you stand in the hallway of the stranger’s home and drink the atmosphere in.
A cold shiver runs down your spine as you tiptoe toward the first door. You put your trembling hand onto the door handle and take a deep breath. “This is not your first rodeo, girl. Just get it over with.”
You open the door, hoping to find money, jewelry, or anything worth the fear holding you in a tight grip. The small flashlight in your hands doesn’t help you at all when your eyes land on a gun aimed at your head.
“Hello, there,” a deep voice purrs in your ear and the next thing you feel is a gun pressed to your temple and a strong arm wrapped around your waistline. “I couldn’t believe it when he told me someone is stupid enough to try to break into my house.”
“I—” fuck, you are trembling in fear. Your knees buckle and you don’t know if you are still breathing as the man holding you in a tight grip unlocks his gun. “I-I didn’t want to…please.”
“Sammy, leave us alone,” the man pressing his gun to your head orders. “Give our little rat what he deserves. He got me a nice little rat myself. Hmm…” he runs the gun down your face, pressing it to your cheek. “What do you say, sweetheart. Will you be a good girl and sit over there on the armchair without making a fuss?”
“Y-es,” you can barely choke the word out before you find yourself pushed toward the armchair. You catch your fall, grunting as the man slaps the back of your head. “Ouch.”
“Sit, or I swear I will hurt you so much more,” you sit on the armchair, hugging your legs as you look at the man aiming the gun at you again. “What do you want here? What were you looking for?”
“Money, or jewelry,” whispering the words you dare not to look at the man for much longer. You drop your gaze, praying he will not kill you. “I’m sorry.”
“Money?” the man laughs now, somewhat relieved. “You came here to steal my wallet and shit, sweetheart?” He steps closer to lift your chin with his gun. “You’ll answer my questions and look at me.”
“I needed money and my old partner told me about an easy job. He said no one will be here and that you have enough money to make sure I don’t have to give my landlord a blow job,” you wince as the man secures his gun.
“You’re not lying,” he frowns deeply as tears run down your face. You are shaking in fear now, afraid the man you wanted to steal from will end your life tonight. “Who told you that no one will be here tonight?”
“I-he,” you bite your tongue. If you die tonight, you won’t die as a traitor. “I can’t tell you. You’ll hurt him too.”
“I didn’t hurt you yet,” you shudder as the man roughly grips your chin to look you all over. “None of my men hurt you. Now, tell me everything about this man sending you here.”
“I worked with him once or twice a few years ago. I was out of this life for almost five years. He was the only one offering his help,” he places his gun on the coffee table next to him. “He’s a good man.”
“I hate to break it for you, sweetheart,” you hate that your life is in the stranger’s hands now, “but your old partner ratted you out. I got a call before you even arrived at my house. I think that guy wanted to get rid of you.”
“He would never—” staring at the gun on the table you swallow thickly. Maybe the stranger is right. You haven’t heard of Cole in years. He was the only one answering your call, though. “Why would Cole do such a thing? What does he get out of this?”
“Cole Trenton always tried to get a foot in the door. He wants to become one of my men,” your eyes glued to the gun on the table you simply nod. “I guess he thought you are a nice pawn. I must say, you are cuter than the last guy trying to steal from me.”
“What happened to the last guy?” fuck, you don’t recognize your voice. You sound small and weak, like a scared little mouse.
“Do you really want to know?” you shake your head; afraid you will end just like the other guy. “What’s your name?”
“Do you always want to know the name of your victims?” he chuckles when you finally lift your head to meet his piercing green eyes. “Y/N.”
“Nice name for a greedy little girl like you,” you make a face as it seems that he tries to make fun of you. “How about this. You tell me everything about that guy wanting you to blow him off and we will see if you survive this night…”
“A sandwich,” you wonder aloud as the man steps back inside the room he brought you to. He handcuffed your left wrist to a chair to make sure you don’t try to run. “What is going on?”
“I want you to eat and just listen,” he places the plate in front of you, giving you a stern look. “No talking, just listening.”
“Okay,” taking the offered sandwich you try not to wolf it down. Even though you are scared to hell and back, your stomach screams for food.
“Benny made sure to check on your apartment,” he opens the handcuffs around your wrist, smirking when you pull away. “Your landlord was a hard piece of work. That son of a bitch didn’t want to hand out your belongings.”
“I—you stole my stuff?” he smirks now, as you struggle to not choke on your food. “Why?”
“While you preferred to pass out on me, I made a few calls and got to know you were a talented thief. I’m always looking for new talents. My name is Dean Winchester by the way,” your heart drops as you recognize the name. Dean Winchester is one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in the whole US. “I asked my men to get your belongings.”
“What do you want from me?” Dean cups the back of your neck to easily dominate you. He stares down at you, still that dark smirk on his face.
“You will work for me from now on. If I need a thief, or someone picking a lock for me, you’ll come with me. For now, you will stay in this room and be a good girl. If not,” he squeezes your neck, making you wince, “you don’t want to know what happens then…”
“Dean, why didn’t you kill the girl?” Sam groans as his brother’s thumbs through your file, the one he got from Jody Mills. One of many cops working for Dean. “Dean!?”
“She’s a talent, Sammy,” Dean looks up from the file to face his brother. “I don’t like it when you doubt my decisions. She will pay for breaking into my house. Period.”
“Your job starts on Monday,” Dean points at the box on the bed. “You will only talk to me. You will not leave my house. You will not have your own life until you paid for putting your hands onto what belongs to me.”
“I didn’t touch anything,” you cry. Your lips tremble and you feel hot tears run down your cheeks again. “Please.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos softly as he leans closer to lick the tears off of your cheek, “you are pretty when you cry. Be a good girl, do as you’re told, and you will not be on the receiving end of my wrath…unlike Cole Trenton…”
Signed. Sealed. Delivered. Your life belongs to Dean Winchester now. You don’t know if what’s worse. Death or being Dean Winchester’s chewing toy…
“Okay. What’s with that outfit?” Ogling you Sam tries to find out why you are wearing Princess Lea cinnamon hair and a golden bikini.
“Samuel Winchester! Don’t tell me you don’t know which day it is!” Lips pursed, eyes narrow you poke one finger into his chest. “Don’t you dare to tell me so!”
“It’s May the 4th.” Sam shrugs, still not getting why you run around in a golden bikini and with an odd hairstyle. “What’s the matter? Laundry day?”
“You…you…philistine!” Offended you glare at Sam, clicking your tongue. “How dare you not knowing why this day is that important to us.”
Turning on your heels, ignoring the whistle escaping Sam’s lips you sway your hips.
“Fuck me sideways, Sweetheart.” Dean groans, eying you up and down. “I knew this costume will be useful one day.”
“It is, Baby…” Smirking you slide your hand over Dean’s chest.
He’s wearing a Han Solo costume, even holds a lightsaber in his hands. “I want to peel you out of that bikini and do dirty things to you.”
Dean’s ’lightsaber’ pokes against your belly when his hands grip your waist to bring you close to his chest.
“Oh-Mr. Solo, I want you to do dirty things to me after we ate a slice of the death star cake I made for you, Baby.”
“Cake you say…hmm…” Dean’s hands are on your ass a moment later and you smirk hearing Sam groan behind you. “Let me devour you first before we devour the cake.”
“Happy May the 4th, Baby…” Giggling you grab Dean’s hand to drag him toward your shared bedroom. “Bye Sammy, what a pity you did not know which day it is. You would be an awesome Chewbacca…”
“Happy Star Wars Day, brother…” Running after you Dean growls when your ass bounces up and down.
why the fuck did we never get dean introducing himself as “dean singer” to a civilian on a hunt
dean (as we know him on the show, without any further emotional development) would never Actually change his name from winchester to singer. however. there’s a slightly parallel universe to canon where after he and bobby have their “family doesn’t end with blood, boy” conversation, dean slowly begins phasing out all his winchester IDs and replaces them with dean singer
sam would also be onboard but i genuinely think he should’ve already switched to using the name campbell when he ran away to go to college
You took one more swig of the handle and set it on the cold tile ground.
One thing you always looked forward to with showers was the steam building in the room. It was a sort of comfort, to feel the cloud of warm moisture as you inhaled, and the cool from exhale.
But this time - maybe from lack of energy, maybe from lack of care - the water ran cold.
You emerged you naked body into the shower, letting the water hit your face, drain through your hair, and travel down your body.
Slowly, your legs grew tired from the weight on your shoulders, and within moments, you were sitting down in the stand up shower.
Your eyes began to close, resting your head back against the wall. Tears, blending with the water droplets, fell down your checks.
The bathroom door creaked as someone entered. You didn’t care to look, until they pushed the curtains open.
It was Dean, standing tall yet broken. His breaths were heavy, and his eyes a sore red.
Had this hunt really taken a toll on everyone? The boys seemed to treat it like just another Tuesday, brushing that little girl’s death off like just another casualty of war. But as you looked up at Dean, it was almost as if he had removed his armor and stood before you in human form- human pain.
He was fully clothed, but didn’t seem to bother him as he entered the tub and sat in front of you.
The two of you stayed still, looking down and not speaking. The world seemed to slow around you. You listened as the water hit your skin and splashed the tub, hearing each drop.
You voice cracked as you spoke. “Does… does it ever get easier?”
Dean pulled you into him, pulling your face into his chest as he rested his head on top of your own. “No,” he said, “but… you will never be alone.”
Thinking about Dean’s gun. The mother of pearl handle. The engraving. So intricate. floweryeven. Thinking about how his weapon was the only place a young Dean could express himself.
The only place it was acceptable for him to want beauty in his life. Was on his gun.
I love people’s ability to read into stuff like this and make me feel like I’m meeting him for the first time
