-Supernatural One Shots, Imagines, and Preferences-

Hustle- Dean x reader

I loved Friday nights. The bars and clubs were always packed, and I could easily find a hookup or just a friend for the night. Karaoke nights and ladies' nights were fun and all, but Friday nights brought in strangers and familiar faces all the same.

When I started working at the bar by my apartment, I was shoved on the Friday night shift. That was hell. Luckily, now I get Monday through Thursday. They only shove me on a Friday shift if they are really short-staffed. Like, I'm the emergency contact. Which is why I worked most Friday nights. We're always short-staffed.

I showed up at the bar at 6:00 PM and put on my half apron over my ripped, black skinny jeans. I was wearing a black tank top that was skimpy enough that the straps of my lacy black bra were able to be seen out the top. This was the uniform, and I looked hot. My hair was in two long braids.

"There you are, (Y/N)! We really need–"

"Tables 6 & 15 need refills? Got it!" I chirped smugly, laughing at Emmet's shocked face. Those tables had stopped me on my way in since I was wearing the same thing as all of the waitresses. After I refilled those tables, I went back to the bar and worked behind it for a bit.

I was getting a couple of college guys some shots when the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life walked through the door. He and two other men headed for the bar and sat down in front of me. I mean, they were all handsome, but damn. He seemed grumpy. They all did. The handsome one was sat in the middle. Perfect.

"How may I help you boys tonight?" I purred leaning forward slightly in front of the hot one, my boobs spilling out the top of my tank top. His eyes went immediately to my chest and a smirk formed on his face. Well at least I tried that frown upside down.

"Three whiskeys, if you will, miss," he smirked.

"Coming right up," I winked, turning around to reach the glasses. I let some coasters fall from the counter and made a real show of bending over to pick them up, my ass on display. Bend and snap.

I heard this very attractive man's breath catch in his throat as he looked down at me. "Hot damn," he mumbled under his breath. But I heard. I filled three glasses and placed them in front of the boys on coasters.

"Anything else I can get y'all?" I ask innocently, batting my eyes. I had this man wrapped around my finger. It was one of his friends that responded first.

"I think we're good, miss. Thanks," the tallest of them responded, totally cockblocking me. Oh, but the hot one is quick to salvage the situation.

"Now, hold on, Sammy. There's something she can get me," he smirked, looking at me with a certain lust in his eyes. I was wrong. He has me wrapped around his finger. "You can get me you're number. The name's Dean."

"(Y/N)." I scribbled down my number on a napkin and handed it over to him. I turned to walk away, trying to play it cool in front of this very attractive Dean fellow. I got a few steps before he called after me.

"Sweetheart," he smirked. I turned to face him. "What time do you get off?"

"Depends on what time I come over," I purr back, an equally lustful look in my eyes. This Sammy just rolls his eyes, and their other friend looks very uncomfortable as he sips his whiskey. "But usually, I get off work at 9:00 or 10:30. You can stick around until then, or call me and I'll meet you someplace later."

"Oh, sweetheart, I can wait here."

"Well we're going back to the motel room," Sam grunted, annoyed. He grabbed their other friend and took him with him out the door.

Dean grabbed his whiskey and parked himself at a pool table in front of some tough looking guys. As my shift dragged on, I watched the man winning more and more money. He was hustling the hell out of all of our regulars. If I knew anything about the locals, this was about to turn violent. I had to get over there.

"You think you can trick us out of our money, boy?" Ted growled, getting in Dean's face. Ted was a big dude. A big Texan dude, eager to start a fight whenever and wherever possible.

"I seem to be doing pretty well so far," Dean smirked, cockily. Uh oh.

"You better watch your mouth, boy," Ted said bringing his cue closer to Dean's face.

"Ted, knock it off," I sighed, tapping Ted on his shoulder. His very high off the ground shoulder. This guy was a mountain. And I didn't want him to beat up my only chance of getting laid tonight.

"Make me, princess," he forward, turning around to face me.

"You're gonna leave this man alone."

"And why's that," he smirked, leaning in towards me.

"If you don't, I'll have Andy throw you out myself," I smirked back. Ted paled. He packed up his gang and left in a huff. Let's just say that our bouncer, Andy, is a good match for Ted.

"I guess I'm the damsel in distress now, huh?" Dean sighed, meeting my gaze.

"It's 9:30," I say, stepping toward him.

"You think you can get out of here?"

"I'll make it work," I smirk, pulling off my tiny apron. We stepped out into the parking lot.

And with that, we rode off into the night in his black 1967 Chevy Impala.

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