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You needed this night at the bar. You had rolled into town for a hunt that you essentially forced the Winchesters not to take. They at least let you stay at the bunker to save you some money, which you appreciated. But now you were blowing all that saved money at the bar.
The boys were with you, Sam in the booth across from you and Dean at the bar where he was supposed to be getting more beer but was flirting with the bartender instead. You rolled your eyes, getting out of the booth and getting the beers for Sam and yourself. "Thanks, Y/N. We probably would've never gotten these if we relied on him." You and Sam both laughed as you drank your beer.
"Hey Sam, it doesn't look like Dean's the only one getting lucky tonight." You jerked your head to the side, drawing the giant's attention to the brunette that had been staring at him. She blushed when he looked at her, sending a small wave. Sam grinned at you.
"You good on your own?" He wasn't going to leave you if you wanted him to stay but you waved him on.
"Go get some." You laughed slightly as he quickly slid out of the booth to the girl. Sam had been gone for only five minutes when a stranger slid into the booth. You were shocked.
"Hey there, gorgeous." The man sent you a stunning smile. You were still stuck in shock. It wasn't often that you were hit on in bars due to your...size. Not that you were necessarily fat or anything but you were nowhere close to the definition of skinny. He laughed at your silence. "What's the matter, beautiful? Somethin' on my face?"
"Oh! Uh..." You laughed nervously. "Sorry, I'm just not used to guys like you hitting on me." A blush was very evident on your face. The man smiled at you again, running his hand through his dark hair.
"Now I'm surprised. I would've thought men would be falling for you all over the place. How about you and I get out of here and go someplace more private?" You smiled, taking another drink of your beer. You looked at Dean flirting with the bartender still and Sam was no longer even visible. It wasn't like you were going to be stepping out on anyone.
"I like the sound of that." You both slid out of the booth. The stranger's arm was wrapped around your body, his hand falling down to land on your ass. Dean finally looked up, stopping you as you walked by. He leaned in close to your ear.
"I don't like the look of this guy, Y/N. I don't think you should be going anywhere with him." His tone was dangerous and he kept eyeing the guy. You rolled your eyes, shaking his hand off your shoulder.
"Good thing it's not up to you." You and the handsome stranger continued outside. He led you around to the back of the bar where some of the cars were parked. You were about to ask which car was his when he slammed you back against the wall, his hand on your throat. "What are you doing?!" He chuckled darkly as you tried to get him off of you and away from him.
"You hunters are all so weak when you don't have your big knives around." Your eyes went huge as he bared his fangs to you. Fucking vampire. "You clearly didn't do enough staking out, Y/N. You may have gotten the others but I'm still here. I can't wait to rip into that throat of yours."
"Get off of me you jackass!" You tried to yell but his hand strangled the sound. You kicked at him, earning another chuckle. He threaded his hand into your hair, yanking back and exposing your throat to him. You couldn't believe this was how you were going to go. You were almost embarrassed by it. You whimpered subconsciously as the vamp's fangs dragged along your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut, ready to feel his fangs plunge into your skin but you heard a horrible thwack and liquid splattered your face. You opened your eyes to see Dean standing behind the lifeless body of the vamp as it fell to the ground. You were about to thank Dean for saving you but were cut off.
"I fucking told you not to leave with him." He started walking back to the impala. You suddenly became very angry with the elder Winchester.
"You're blaming what happened on me not sticking around just because you said to?!" You marched right up to him, stomping your feet in the gravel harshly. He spun around, glaring down at you.
"Yeah, actually I am. You're so fucking stubborn all the time and it almost gets you killed constantly. If you would just fucking listen then that wouldn't have happened!" He wasn't quite yelling at you but he sure was loud. You pursed your lips, gathering your thoughts so you could let him have it. "Get in the car."
"Why, so you can leave me in there for hours while you fuck the bartender? Hell no. I'll wait in the bar." You wiped the blood off of your face with your flannel shirt, leaving you in just a t-shirt and jeans.
"Lucky for you, I'm not horny anymore. Now get your ass in the car." He growled the last bit and you huffed, getting in the front seat of the car. He climbed in the drivers seat, slamming the door before heading to the bunker.
The ride back had been silent and incredibly tense. You were so angry. How dare he act like he could tell you what to do. The only thing that was your fault was not killing the vamp with the others, which was admittedly a large mistake. But still. How dare he. You got out of the car when you finally made it to the bunker, slamming the car door behind you.
"Don't you slam my fucking car door." You glared at Dean as he rounded the front of the car.
"You slammed the fucking door ten minutes ago." You spat, folding your arms as you walked through the garage.
"It's my car and I can do whatever I want. You can't." He growled, following you in. You stomped your way throughout the halls until you turned down the one leading to your room. You could hear Dean's heavy steps falling behind you. "Stop following me."
"My room is down here too, princess." His words were hard and harsh. Your hand finally fell onto the doorknob of the room you were staying in but Dean's voice stopped you from stepping inside. "What the hell were you thinking?!"
"I was THINKING I was gonna get laid." You hissed back, turning around to face him with your arms crossed.
"Yeah, laid in the fucking ground." He growled back at you. Your eyebrows furrowed together in irritation.
"Oh go fuck yourself." Your words dripped venom. His green eyes looked stormy with anger.
"You need to calm down, Y/N. Stop acting like a child and admit you acted like a fucking idiot." You thought you were going to lose it.
"You are so thick headed! I made a mistake and all you care about is the fact that I didn't do what you said! You're such a self-centered, arrogant asshole!"
"And you're a naive, desperate bitch! You almost got yourself killed because you couldn't keep it in your fucking pants." You were taken back by this.
"God forbid I try to get some action. It's not like it happens every time I go outside like SOMEONE around here." You were both glaring at each other, both jaws were set and neither of you were backing down. "Don't even try to say that you don't almost get killed when you can't keep it in your pants cause we both know that's not true."
"You're so irritating." He huffed loudly.
"Back at ya." You hissed, turning your back to him to go in your room.
"When will you learn to just do what you're told?" He ran a hand through his hair and you sighed dramatically.
"Still on this? Well then, how about I learn when it's actually worth it." You slammed the door behind you as you walked in.
"I just have to make it worth it." You didn't miss his promise, but you also had no idea what he was promising with those words. You also didn't miss him yelling as he went down the hall. "Stop slamming my fucking doors!"