Heaven In Hiding - Dean Winchester x Reader

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Y/n finally finished cleaning off the mahogany surface of the wooden bar, tossing the cleaning supplies in a cabinet. As she looked around, she saw the once crowded and loud bar was empty, quiet, and quite calming. She grabbed a backpack from below the bar and made her way to the ladies' room, changing out of her uniform.

After getting changed, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked outside the bar, to meet with the Winchester boys.
"I see we thought you well," Sam chuckled, gesturing to your flannel shirt, as he was wearing a similar one but blue.
"Puh-lease, I've always worn flannel and you know it," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah but with those Harry Potter glasses of yours." She punched him lightly in the shoulder and laughed.
Dean sighed and grabbed his keys, unlocking the car. "What now?"
Sam shrugged and looked at Y/n. "Say what you come to our place and we can watch some movies, catch up for old times sake?" he suggested.
Y/n took a moment to decide. She did miss her friend, but that would mean putting up with his rude brother, who always poked fun at her in school for her nerdy-ness and glasses. Maybe she could finally move past all that.
"I'll drive behind you," she said, agreeing. She grabbed her keys and unlocked a car, a large black Hummer.
"Big car to make up for small height?" Dean asked, sniggering at his own joke. She wasn't really short; he just enjoyed making fun of her.
"I dont give a damn about anything you say or think. So back off and fuck you," she retorted, rolling her eyes.
Dean laughed sarcastically. "You wish," he replied, smirking.
"I would gladly get myself possessed and swallow a gallon of salt and holy water and THEN DROWN MYSELF IN IT before I even come four feet from you," she snapped.
Sam couldn't help but frown at her statement, regarding the salt, holy water, and possession. Probably a cinematic reference, he thought.
"Then what are you waiting for, Shorty?" Dean said smoothly, walking up to her so they were less than a two feet apart. When she remained quiet for a good minute or two, he winked flirtatiously at her, getting closer.
Y/n stayed quiet for a good minute or two, Dean's face now only inches away from hers, and she flashed a sly grin. And with that, she punched him right in the gut.
As Dean clutched his abdomen and coughed from the shock, Sam stared at Y/n. "How did you..." he trailed off, still remembering her as the young, quiet, shy girl he met in high school.
"People change, Sammy. People change," Y/n said with a smile. She blew a strand of hair from her eyes and began walking back to her car. "You're getting flabby, Dean. Might wanna cut down on the pie," she said, getting into the driver's seat and starting up the black Hummer.
Sam looked over at his brother, who was nothing less than pissed off, leaning against the Impala. Dean mumbled something inaudible, and got in the car. Sam chuckled and buckled his seat belt, and they drove off.

—Time Skip brought to you by Cas eating a hamburger—

Dean, Y/n, and Sam sat squished together on a couch, watching a comedy movie called Grown-Ups 2, and they couldn't stop laughing.
Sam yawned and buried his face into the armrest of the sofa, clearly exhausted. Y/n looked at her phone: 11:56 PM.
"I should probably head out, I'm supposed to be going on a long drive to my dad's place tomorrow morning," said Y/n, standing up and stretching, sore from behind sandwiched between the two brothers. She looked at Sam and saw he was already snoring, and sighed & turned to Dean. "See ya, Higgins," she said with a smirk, referencing a wimpy and immature character from the film they watched.
Dean rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Bye."
Still a jerk, she thought. She picked up her backpack and patted Sam's sleeping head, and walked out. Hopping into her car and tossing the bag in the back, she drove off.