esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader

viii.

You picked yourself up and moved to different places. First was stopping by Wisconsin, where you eventually found the guy you were originally looking for and turned him in. Soon after you hit up Colorado for a while. Bummed it there until you could find another job. You found your next job in North Dakota, getting a job as a waitress for a roadhouse.

Which was where he showed up. It had been a few months since you last saw him, but he made you clean up your act for sure. You stopped sleeping around a lot, actually dating. You dated a man in Colorado but it was never going to work. He saw how damaged you were and preyed off it, he didn't like you he just wanted to save you and you were sick and tired of trying to be protected. You had to leave him behind.

"I'm too sexy for my love; too sexy for my love; love's going to leave me." Dean sang, it was karaoke night. The crowd booed Dean's terrible singing. Dean didn't care. He seemed different, the Dean you knew wouldn't have gone up for karaoke this early.

You had just entered the bar to start your shift.  He smiled at you. You acknowledged him with a smile as you walked by, you missed him. You guys exchanged maybe two phone calls since to try and check in but with his job it got real difficult. You thought maybe that was just a sign it would never work.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts. And I'm too sexy for Milan; too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan!" Dean continued, even more off key. He was definitely different.

"Turn it off!!" A woman heckled. You rolled your eyes, people took it so seriously it was stupid. Dean also didn't seem to care, which was weird, he seemed to be the complete opposite of the man he was before. Yet, to be honest, even sexier.

"Everybody!" He yelled, continuing the song for his own.

You approached your next table to take their orders. You recognized one of the customers, it took you a good few seconds to realize it was the same british man you saw that called you trouble, and two other men you couldn't recognize. They gave you a horrible feeling the more you stared at them. The smell was absolutely foul, as if they'd just pissed themselves at their limit but they were so calm and focused.

"Looking to sign a record deal?" You joked with them, considering they were all dressed so nicely.

"No, but maybe a modeling contract for you, sweet heart." The british man said, "Crowley."

"How sweet. Well, uh, I'm (Y/N) and I'll be your server today. Can I get you guys anything?" You took their orders and moved on. Continuing to work until Dean came off the stage.

When collecting beers for the men, you turned around to see him there, he scared the hell out of you and you jumped. He smiled at your reaction.

"Miss me?" He said, something was very off about him.

"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me." You caught your breath. Then going to the next table to drop off your beers. He followed you.

"What are the odds that we end up here again." Dean said, following you to the back of the roadhouse.

"What do you mean?" You finally turned around, excited to be semi-alone with him.

"You, me, the booze, the... sex." He stepped closer to you, backing you into a wall.

"Yeah, well.. I'm seeing you, me and the booze. Where's the sex?" You smiled, then he grabbed your hips, squeezing them just hard enough to make you excited. His thumbs traced circles with the just right amount of pressure to make you wiggle against the wall. No one had ever made you feel so aroused so quickly.