I have been hunting since I was 18 (I’m 25 now) but I’ve never worked with anyone as cocky, annoying and arrogant as Dean Winchester.
I started hunting with him, his younger brother Sam and my Uncle /Godfather Bobby Singer since my parents died.
Uncle Bobby has been looking after me the past year and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s always been like a father figure to me.
But Dean on the other hand….was a huge pain in the ass.
I couldn’t stand him, and I made it pretty well known.
But… I had a secret. A secret that no one knows.
I'm also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
It all started last month, when he saved me from getting kidnapped by a witch that wanted to suck the life out of me to make her more youthful.
He was so brave and took care of me, like a knight in shining armor.
Since then I’ve had to hide how I felt….It wasn’t too hard to act like I didn’t have feelings, but it was at the same time.
Under all that arrogance and self-confidence, he was so damn hot.
He was tall, muscular (not like a body builder but his body was toned) and had short brown hair.
He had a jawline so sharp and perfect that it could cut you in half.
His hands were strong but also calloused, I imagined the way they would feel on my body.
His lips were perfect. Looking soft, plump and kissable at the same time.
I wanted to kiss them so damn much.
And to top it off….he had the most amazing, perfect smile and GORGEOUS emerald green eyes.
When I looked into them, I could melt like a popsicle on the 4th of July.
There were days when he would be casually walking around, acting nonchalantly and I would find myself staring at him.
I would snap out of it when he would say “Take a picture, sweetheart it’ll last longer.”
Then I would have to fire back a snarky remark like, “In your dreams, Winchester.” And I’d roll my eyes.
On the inside I was screaming, I don’t know how much longer I could keep this up.
We were working on a case, with a bunch of ghosts haunting this old abandoned New Orleans type esque mansion.
This group of teenagers heard about it being haunted and wanted to check it out. And of course one of the girls winds up murdered. Her name was Jessica.
What a bunch of idiots. Don’t they know it’s frowned upon to mess with haunted places.
Anyways…while Sam and Uncle Bobby stayed behind to do research on the house, Dean and I went downtown to the police station to interview the teenagers.
One of the things I loved about being a hunter was dressing up as an undercover FBI Agent. I always wore a black pencil skirt, with a white buttoned up blouse and heels. It made me feel like a bad bitch. Dean was wearing a suit and tie, which he looked so handsome in.
Once we got there, the boyfriend of the girl who was killed was in an interview room.
As we walked into the room, I noticed this kid was drooling over me, which Dean noticed.
“Mr. Montgomery, I’m Agent Smith and this is my partner Agent Parker.” Dean said firmly while we both flashed our badges.
“Alright, Mr…” I said while taking a seat at the table, trying to sound professional. Dean took a seat next to me.
“Mike, you can call me Mike.” He said, interrupting and winking at me.
“Okay, Mike.” I said, clearing my throat. “Why’d you go down to that haunted house?”
“Look, I already talked to the cops about this. Why is the FBI questioning me now?”
“We’re just doing our job Mike,” I said. “Now please, tell us what happened.”
“Jess, my friends and I heard the stories about the house being haunted and we wanted to see if it was true.”
He explained that when they walked through the house, they could feel the cold air around them. They heard strange noises, silent whispers, and objects flying out of nowhere. Warning them to stay away.
“And don’t you think going in that house was a stupid idea?!” Dean said, shouting at him.
I mean he wasn’t wrong, it was a very stupid idea.
“Well - I - uh…” he said, stuttering. Dean was making him so nervous that his palms were clammy and sweat was beaming on his forehead.
Mike finally looked at me and said, “I didn’t think anyone was gonna get hurt! Especially Jess.” He said.
“Too little too late for that one buddy.” I said while crossing my arms.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for this to happen. I thought it was stupid and all a joke!” He shouted “If I could take it all back I could.” He said softly, putting his hands in his face.
I sighed and looked at him. I was in his shoes once. I used to believe that all this supernatural stuff was a joke, but then my parents explained to me that it’s all real. The ghosts, monsters, everything.
I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, I could tell that he was being sincere.
“Listen, Mike I know it’s hard not to believe this stuff, but believe me when I say this: it’s all real. And uh, I know how hard it is to lose someone you care about. It can be tough but you’ll get through it, I promise.”
“Thanks Agent.” He said while flashing a smile at me.
Dean cleared his throat and I removed my hand.
“Okay well that’s it for today.” Dean said, and he handed out a business card to Mike. “Call us if you find anything else.”
And then he rushed out of the room.
“Bye,” Mike said quietly.
I gave him a small smile and a quick wave before heading out the door.
“What the hell was that Dean?” I said sternly while catching up to him as he walked towards the Impala.
“That kid was totally giving you googly eyes, Y/N” he said, climbing in and slamming the door.
Is he for real right now?
“And why does it matter if he was, it’s not like I can do anything with him. He’s a teenager.” I said, going into the passenger seat. He started the engine and drove off.
“It doesn’t matter. He’s 17, probably thinks more with his dick more than his mind.”
“Oh and like you don’t either Dean??” I said.
He looked at me coldly, gripping his hands on the steering wheel. He continued to drive down the road.
“Are you jealous??”
“Uhhh no, no no no.” He said, shaking his head.
“Whatever Winchester.” I said, looking away from him.
