†Supernatural x Male Reader Oneshots†

Stealing

: Dean Winchester
: Fluff
: kinda set before bunker days

Dean peered into the store windows, looking around for what he needed for the hunt. A knife made of gold or something like that, Sam swore thats what they needed so thats what dear old Dean was trying to get.
It just happened to be expensive, so of course there was no way in hell Dean was going to pay for something that looked to be worth two bucks.

Dean took a deep breath and broke the window, hissing at the really loud sound. After a second of waiting for anyone to come around, he got inside and sighed of relief.
He walked around briefly, looking at stuff they obviously didn't need but he found interesting/weird. This was an antique shop after all—everything was so old and weird.

He now found himself at the counter, which underneath held the gold knife he needed. He looked into the case and saw that it opened from the back, he sighed and stood up, jumping over the counter.
After giving himself a pat on the back for not falling on his ass—Dean searched around for any spare keys left behind.

"Dammit, where the hell—"

"Looking for these?"

A voice behind Dean made him jump to his feet, quickly cloaing the drawer he had just opened as if that would help his case any. Dean saw that the man talking to him was someone he had seen behind the counter that day.
Dean cleared his throat and watched as the other man glared at him.

"I should have known. Nobody just comes in and looks around the whole store."

The man came over and pulled Dean away from the case, ready to defend himself in anyway nessasary. Dean grunted and felt around for his knife in his belt, pulling it out and pointing it to the worker.
"Look man, i really need that knife. I'll bring it back, I swear."

Y/n rolled his eyes and backed away, fearing more for his life than before.

"The police are on the way–"

"Look! Please man, i swear i will bring it back, alright? I really really need it fast."

The panic in Deans voice made Y/n question him even more, wondering why he needed it so fast and why h couldn't just use his own knife to do whatever. It was intriguing....
Y/n cleared his throat from fear and slowly went behind the counter, grabbing his key and unlocking the case.

Dean slowly put away his knife, standing up slightly to better see what the other man was doing. Y/n grabbed the knife and put it on the counter, allowing for Dean to grab it quickly.

"Thanks...."

"Just go, and you better bring it back."

Y/n questioned himself a lot that night, wondering why the hell he gave that intruder a weapon—yet he also questioned why he didn't use it on Y/n and kill him.
That was something Y/n knew his (parent) would be angry about, letting some guy take from their store.....

......

"Can we go, Dean?"

Sam muttered, putting his duffle bag into the back seat of the impala. Dean rolled his eyes and closed it after him, going around and getting into the drivers seat.
Sam followed on the other side, getting in with annoyance that they weren't going immediately to the next case.

"I promised I'd give it back,"

Dean waved the knife in front of his little brother, then set it down. Sam scoffed a laugh and watched as Dean turned on baby. He could not believe Dean was taking it back to the shop, as if he didn't just walk in there and steal it.
It had to have been a hot chick, or at least someone hot.

.....

"There you go ma'ma. Please be careful when taking it out of the case."

Y/n said, handing the women a small sword she had purchased. The women smiled and nodded, holding it carefully with one hand as she grabbed her young sons hand with the other, muttering something about how excited her other son was going to be.

Y/n watched incase she needed any help, but luckily she didn't.
Y/n sighed in relief and looked over for any other customers that needed to be checked out, or needed any help.
Then he heard him.

"Hey."

So casual. Y/n already hated this guy.
Dean gently put the knife on the counter, pushing it towards the seething worker. Y/n grabbed the knife and examined it, humming slightly when be saw there was a large scratch near the end of the blade.
He looked back to Dean and put it down.

"It has a scratch."

Dean groaned.

"I didn't say I'd bring it back in good condition."

Y/n couldn't help but laugh a little at that, because of course that was true, and of course he didn't expect him to anyways.
Dean cracked a smile and leaned over the counter, getting closer to the worker than Y/n ever wanted him to.

"Well pay up then. I'm not letting you ruin my knife without a charge."

Y/n leaned in as well, squinting his eyes at the hunter, challenging him.
Dean smirked and gently reached his hand over to touch Y/ns, rubbing it with intent. Y/n blushed but kept his ground, not willing to lose over some cheap tactic.

"I'll take you out to a real fancy place next time I'm around, alright?"

Y/n hummed and leaned away again, thinking to himself. He then nodded and grabbed the knife, handing it back to the hunter.
Dean looked at it cautiously, then looked up to Y/n.

"Fine. But you better come back soon."