Dark Tendencies: A Female Reader x Dean Winchester Fic

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Y/N's POV

I felt completely, and utterly ridiculous.

I took pride in being a master of disguise... but this was probably my most flashy and dramatic work yet.

I looked good, don't get me wrong. I just didn't feel like myself in the slightest. In a way, it made this hunt nearly unbearable, but I knew my role in this mission. And that role, was bait. I had to try and lure this ghost my way, in order to protect any innocent civilians in the hotel that might mirror my likeness. So... here I was.

I had a wide variety of choices when it came to creating this costume, but something about this red, sparkly dress spoke to me. Not because it's something I'd ever choose to wear...but it kinda reminded me a bit of Jessica Rabbit, and I figured Dean would get a kick out of it...thus potentially encouraging him to take it easy on me.

I knew I was already breaking a rule by sneaking off without telling him first...but I couldn't help it. I was in go-mode, and he looked like he was sleeping so peacefully. I didn't want to disturb him with my never-ending thirst to get to the bottom of cases as quickly as possible... however, given his reaction when I returned to the hotel room... I could tell that wasn't a good enough excuse.

The reaction I got from him now, though...appeared to tell a completely different story.

My eyes scanned the crowd as I made my way down the massive staircase... and I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed as I noticed all the eyes widening once they acknowledged my presence. I saw people whispering into each other's ears, some whose mouths parted in awe, and some women who comedically turned away from me in disgust.

But none of that mattered once I settled on the one pair of eyes I was looking for: Dean's bright forest-greens. I felt a blush immediately rise to my cheeks as I took measure of his reaction...his mouth was agape and his eyes nearly bulged from his handsome face as they traveled up my entirety.

He was standing at a table that was adjacent to the grand fireplace across the room, and I noticed him set a glass of champagne on it, before automatically beginning to make a beeline towards me.

It was hilarious to watch. He pushed through the crowd like a bull in a china shop, fully ignoring the grunts and protests from the people he bumped into, until he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, eyes never shifting from me.

I took a second to fully admire him as I made my way down...his usually spiky, bad-boy hairstyle was slicked back neatly, not a strand out of place. He had recently shaved, so his stubble was non-existent, and instead revealed his smooth, tanned skin that stretched over his prominent jawline. His sharp, black suit was perhaps a size too small for him, but I wasn't complaining... given it showcased his bulging muscles beautifully. The entire ensemble was pulled together by a snazzy black bowtie around his neck...wrapping him up like a present, just for me.

Once I reached him, he extended a hand towards me in a gentlemanly fashion, and I placed my hand tenderly in his. He lifted my hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the back of it, and I couldn't help but let out a giggle and roll my eyes at how horribly cliche this was.

He smirked at my reaction, trying to stifle a chuckle himself, before he used his other hand to reach for my face, placing a finger under my chin and lifting it up until my gaze locked into his.

"Master of disguise, huh? Understatement of the century." he smiled at me.

I shrugged, trying to play off how flustered his touch left me. "I'm good at my job." I flashed him a wink, and his eyes darkened slightly in that same beautiful way that always caused my breath to hitch in my throat.