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Pairing: Dean x Female Reader

Word Count: 6483

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (male receiving), fingerfucking, language, alcohol, car sex, public sex. Mentions of parental death and past cases. I think that’s it.

Summary: After Sam and Dean beat you to a case, Reader decides to have a drink with the infamous Winchester and get to know them, especially Dean, a little more intimately.

A/N: This fic was undoubtedly the hardest for me to write. Dean doesn’t come as easily to me as other characters. Tagging @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @bkwrm523 @icecream-and-gadreel @kazchester-fanfiction

“You here to finish me off sweetheart?” The overconfident tone of his voice had you cocking back the hammer of your gun. The green eyed man raised his hands even higher. “Ok then. That answers that. Tell me, what’s it gonna take to keep your finger off the trigger?”

You eyed him suspiciously, unwilling to let your guard down for even a moment. There was a shifter on the loose, and damn if you were gonna be it’s next victim just because you got distracted by a pretty face. Taking one hand off the handle of your gun, you dug into your jacket pocket to pull out a silver coin. Not giving him a chance to see what it was, you toss it at him. “Catch.”

The man reached out instinctively and caught the coin in midair. When he didn’t start to yell at the touch of silver, you relaxed slightly. Not the shifter then. You didn’t take your gun off of him though. He may not be the monster you were hunting, but you still didn’t know who he was and you were very suspicious of other people who went poking around in abandoned buildings/ monster lairs at night. Your lack of trust seemed to amuse him for some reason. He chuckled softly. “Ya know, I’m not a shifter. I would have thought the coin would prove that,” he pointed out. He held up his hand so you could see the unmarked flesh.

“Maybe so,” you shot back, “but just because you’re not the shifter doesn’t mean you’re not a threat.”

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