Life for Rent - Chapter Twenty Eight
Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x Escort!Reader
Summary: Y/N can be anyone for a price. Her life is ruled by contracts, men and money. It’s all she knows; countless identities, seedy clients, and strict regulations. She has to obey the rules, but her past is full of secrets and her future is resting in the wrong hands. But will her next client be the same as the rest?
Warnings: (spoilers) Suicide (attempt), self harm, suicidal thoughts and tendancies, mentions of injury, mentions of blood, panic attack, mention of human trafficking, mentions of sexual and physical assault, alcohol, nudity, swearing, angst, comfort, threats, mentions of death
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A/N: CH27 tags didn’t work (thanks tumblr) so they’re may be another chapter you may have missed. It’s linked below.
So…two left. We’re coming up to the two part finale. I hope you guys are still buckled in. Thanks for joining me on this. Also sorry it’s later than intended. It was meant to post at 9pm but it messed up.
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She also said and I quote “Holy fucking. Angst with a capital A”
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“You’ve got some explaining to do.”
Dean’s words fell into an empty room, an eerie silence enveloping him. The stillness didn’t register with him at first, his focus on closing the door and the weight of the bottle of liquor that was still in his hand. When a response wasn’t given to his demand, the mobster turned to face her, his green eyes widening at the sight, his brow knitting in confusion; she wasn’t there.
The mobster wore a bewildered expression as he took in the wreckage of his room, his gaze covering the mess that he had created. Y/N couldn’t have gone far, the door was locked and judging by the fact all of his windows were still firmly shut, he hazard a guess that she hadn’t escaped. Although if she had, she wouldn’t have got far with the inevitable broken ankles she would incur from jumping from such a high height.