-Supernatural One Shots, Imagines, and Preferences-

Siren Song Part One- Dean x reader

cccaitlinnn can't write so she made me write this for her. Enjoy😁👌.

I decided to go for a jog that morning. I wasn't much of a jogger, but I ate way too much crap at Christmas dinner a few nights ago, and swimming it off doesn't help my normal body. Hahaha siren weren't meant to have abs I GUESS. Burning calories is so much fun. (The sarcasm is strong with this one.)

I was on my way back to my house from my jog when I passed this sweet car. Like, I was almost drooling. It was this sleek, black Chevy Impala that was to DIE for. It was parked outside of a small diner near my house. So of course I went inside to find the owner of that piece of heaven. I was a bit embarrassed because I was slightly red in the face, in a very very VERY revealing tank top, and wearing very short athletic shorts. You could practically see all of my bright blue sports bra. But I went inside anyway. I plopped down at the counter and ordered a coffee and a slice of pie to go.

"Sorry miss, we only had one slice left, and that gentleman over there beat ya to the punch." She gestured down the bar to two men, who were wearing way too many layers, in casual clothes. And, damn, were they attractive. But that was no excuse. I was getting my damn pie. I sauntered over in hopes of seducing the short one out of his pie, only to face no such luck. He was very passionate about said pie. I should have been able to seduce him. I'm a damn siren, for god's sakes.

"Hey there. What's a handsome man like you doing in such a small town?" I purred.

"You're not getting my pie."

"How'd you—"

"I heard your conversation with the waitress," he said gruffly. "and you're not getting my damn pie." Making an obvious show of it, he checked me out. "But if you want a good time, here's my number." He handed me a napkin with his number on it. He thinks he's suave. So I grabbed his plate of pie and hit the road.

"Son of a bitch!" I heard him call after me. He left his seat by the taller man and chased after me down the road. I just laughed at his attempts. He seemed to have infinite stamina. And he was fast. Sounded like he was a good time, but he was catching up to me. I took a quick shortcut to the lake. He seemed confused at first until I stopped. He smirked and took slow steps toward me.

"No where left to run, sweetheart."

As he stalked toward me, I noticed the anti-possession tattoo peeking out from his low cut shirt. Dammit, I couldn't swim my way out of this one. He was a hunter. I gave in and handed him the now slightly wind swept pie. I turned on my charm again and leaned against him.

"I was counting on that. Maybe you could learn to share?" I tried to give him the most seductive gaze I could muster. He seemed almost convinced.

"Maybe. How about we play a game? Winner gets the pie." He seemed confident that he would win whatever he was suggesting.

"Alright. What are you suggesting, Mr. tall, dark, and handsome?"

"The name's Dean. And, Pool?"

I was instantly worried that he meant the body of water, but then realized he was referring to the bar game. I was again very worried because I sucked at pool and wasn't going to get the pie. Oh well. No pie was better than being killed by a hunter.

"(Y/N), and Sure. Wanna raise the stakes a bit?" I bit my lip, and leaned into him even more.

"What do you have in mind, doll?"