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The Vampire Incident -
((Dean Winchester X Reader))

You sighed internally as the boys went over the plan once again. You had met the Winchesters over a month ago and you still hadn't gotten used to their bickering. The worst part was that you had developed a crush on the eldest of the two brothers, Dean. But you put your feelings aside for your job of a huntress, and now was one of those instances.

There were reports of people going missing for days in a small town outside Florida, then turning up completely drained of both blood, pointing towards Vampires. Big whoop. And Sam's grand plan was to put you as bait into one of their favourite haunts so he and Dean could track them.

Needless to say, you were scared.

Once you had put your ((H/C)) hair up and put on a small amount of makeup on, you stepped out of the motel room's tiny bathroom and stood around Sam's laptop, elbowing Dean out of the way. "Wow. You look... you look great, ((Y/N))!" He commented appreciatively. You rolled your eyes at him, but blushed all the same. "Ok. ((Y/Nickname)), I need you to put this in. It'll allow us to hear you and you to hear us. Remember the code word for when the vampire sits next to you?" Sam said, holding out an earpiece to you. "Whisky on the rocks." You replied, fixing it into your ear. "Ready. Let's go, boys!~" you smirked, picking up the keys to the Impala and walking out the door.

A couple of minutes later, you were sitting on a stool at a bar. The Green Stake. How appropriate. A man slid onto the stool next to you, and you noticed the slight point to his canines that others would have just brushed off. Bingo. The vampire turned to you. "Can I get you a drink, darling?" He purred. Playing along, you giggled. "A whiskey on the rocks, please." You said, emphasising the drink's name. In your ear, you heard Sam yell in delight, and Dean swearing.

After a drink or two, the vampire introduced himself as Rolf, and after even more, he invited you to 'come home with him.' You smiled, but not of the prospect of the 'hookup'. He lead you out to his car, and you pretended to trip, putting on the drunk act. In the space of time that Rolf helped you up, you took a note of the car model and reg number. A black Range Rover. R013 XLK.
Once in the shotgun seat you texted Sam this information to the boys could start trailing you in the Impala.

It wasn't long before the two of you arrived in an abandoned part of town, a single house standing atop a hill, perched almost like a bird about to take flight. Rolf helped you out of the car, and lead you upstairs, past at least three locked doors. The room he lead you to was plush to say the least. It was grey and white, a large king sized bed in the middle. Perfect. But where were the Winchesters? They should have been here by now. Putting it out of your mind, Rolf led you to the bed, and pulled you down next to him, and started kissing you. At first it was just quick, sweet kisses, but as some point he became more passionate, flipping himself on top of you and deepening each one. It was all you could do not to retch. He started moving his way down to your neck, nipping and sucking like he couldn't wait to get to the blood inside. At the same time, your hand strayed down to the leg of your boot where you had stashed your knife. Rolf had moved one hand down to the top of your jeans and slowly started to pull them down. Hurry up Dean...you thought, but a sick part of you wished that it was him doing these things to you. You felt Rolf's teeth graze against the skin of your neck and feared for the worst. Holding the handle of your knife, you held it over Rolf's neck and prepared to stab. At the same time, two things happened. Rolf's fangs sank into your neck and you cried out in pain, blindly stabbing down and twisting, slicing off his head. The other thing was that Dean, covered in blood and cuts, burst in and shot the vampire's leg. The body rolled off of you, and Dean rushed you out, neck still bleeding, and threw a packet of salt and a lit match over the corpse. It instantly caught fire, and he pushed you out of the house into the waiting Impala. "I think that date went well!" You laughed giddily, before passing out in the back seat.

Later, you woke up in the motel, and a small thought passed through your head. What if it was a dream? A sharp pain in your neck confirmed the opposite. Moving a few strands of hair from out of your face, you looked around. No Sam?
"Sammy's out getting petrol and food for the trip back." The older Winchester's voice cut through your thought, and you jumped. "Hey..." you croaked, clearing your throat. "You ok? That bastard took a lot of blood." Dean asked, sitting down next to you and you nodded in reply. "How long was I out?"
"Couple hours. Not long though."
"Did you get any rest?"
"Nah. I was too worried about you." You blushed at this. You didn't realise that he had watched over you.
"You could have got Cas or someone..."
"No... I did it because... GAH how do I say this... I really like you ((Y/N)), ok? I don't care if you don't like me back but--" at this point Dean was forced to shut up, because you had placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I love you too Squirrel. But promise me you won't make me do that again." You smiled at the grin that had stretched across his face. "Oh don't worry. From now on, it's only me allowed to do stuff like that..." he smirked. From then on, The Vampire Incident became a way to get on your nerves, but it was sweetened by the way it had ended.