Bad Day - Dean x Reader

It’d been one of those hunts; they seemed to be happening a lot lately. You had all done the best you could, Sam had said. Well, it seemed like your best just wasn’t good enough anymore because people were dying.

So you decided to drown your sorrows. There was a bar, just up the road from the motel you were staying in, that you went to.

The place had quite a few people in but wasn’t too crowded so you found a seat at the bar. When you signalled for a drink, you caught the eye of a man sitting across the bar.

He raised his drink to you and winked. You responded and downed your drink in one, signalling for another. After a couple of drinks, you saw Sam and Dean enter the bar looking around for you.

‘Please just go away,’ you sighed as they found you.

The boys listened to you for once and went and sat down at a table. You knocked back the drinks as fast as the bartender could serve them to you and soon enough you were drunk.

Your admirer from across the bar approached you, ignoring the looks from the boys.

‘Hey darling, can I buy you a drink?’ he said.

‘You can buy me as many as you like,’ you say, biting your lip at him, you were getting low on money and could do with someone buying you drinks. He grins and signals for the bartender.

You stand up for a reason that your drunken brain cannot understand and stumble. The man catches you and holds you in his arms.

He glances around nervously and then looks at you. ‘I should get you somewhere; let’s take you back to mine.’

You’d begun to regret drinking so much now and your head swam, so you just nodded not understanding his intentions. He took you outside to his car and you leaned against it.

The man looked at you; his eyes filled with lust and pressed his lips to yours. Your head began to swim again, but his lips felt nice and you found yourself responding.

He pulled away to unlock the door of his car just as Dean came crashing out of the bar.

‘I think you should give her to me,’ Dean said furiously.

‘I think she can make her own decisions,’ the man said trying to push you into his car.

Dean punched the guy and knocked him out cold on the floor.

He looked at you, eyes softening and put his arms around you. You lay your head on his chest.

‘Let’s get you to bed,’ he says kissing your hair. Dean leads you back to the motel and when you stumble slightly he carries you the rest of the way.

When he puts you into bed, you grab his arm and look up into his eyes. You felt miserable and you didn’t want to be alone.

So Dean slides in next to you and wraps his arms around you. You curl up on his chest and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.