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Cops and Hunters pt.1

Pairing: FBI!DeanxHunter!Reader

Summary: She was a hunter and it wasn’t exactly a profession legally recognized, so she never really had a good relationship with the law... until now?

Warnings: Language. Canon-typical violence. Gratuitous use of nicknames (yes, that is a warning).

Genre: Action, Drama, and a pinch of Mystery?

This ticks off the “FBI!AU” square for @spnmixedbingo #spnmixedbingo2021

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Word Count: 1638 words

“ Am I in trouble, Agent? ”

“ Take a guess, ” the green-eyed man in the sharply tailored suit groused.

He tapped on the thick file that rested in the middle of the shiny chrome table twice as he paced back and forth in front of her like a tiger cornering prey.

“ No? ” The woman batted her eyes at the man, a coy smile playing on her perfect pout. Dean rolled his eyes.

“ Take another guess, ” he retorted, seating himself down in the chair across from her.

She didn’t indulge his rhetorical request, instead choosing to shoot the FBI agent a drop-dead gorgeous grin.

“ Not tryna tell you how to do your job and all but it’s usually more intimidating when you stand above a subject in an interrogation. ” He ignored her jab, flipping open her file and thumbing through it lazily.

“ You have a pretty extensive rap sheet, Miss [L/N]. Several counts of grave desecration... more than a few counts of breaking and entering... arson... murder— ”

“ Suspected murder, actually. ”

“ — suspected murder, credit card fraud, and an assault and a drunk and disorderly charge. ”

“ Oh, I can assure you I was not drunk. That asshole had it coming when he decided that groping me in the middle of a bar was a good idea, ” [Y/N] laughed airily— as if told a joke— and it annoyed Dean to no end.

“ You were found with six fake identity cards, so I guess identity fraud can go on that list too. ”

“ I know this is some scare tactics thing to try and make me sweat but honestly I’m more concerned about how anyone gets any work done around you. You’re a lot hotter than thought you’d be, ” she flirted. “ Like, really, damn. ”

“ You think you’re funny? ” She laughed, and Dean had a huge suspicion that it was at his visible frustration. Eyes glittering, she shot him finger guns (the best she could with her hands shackled, anyway).

“ Oh, I think I’m adorable. ” She punctuated with a single wink and a grin. Dean exhaled out of his nose slowly, struggling to keep control of the interview as he cleared his throat and decided to move on.

“ You’ve escaped police capture— hell, you’ve escaped police custody— for so long, so help me understand why? ” The agent asked, narrowing his eyes at the woman, who had kicked her feet up on the table and made herself home in the FBI interrogation room. Her body language was too lax, too open for his liking.

“ Why? ” She quipped, eyes widening in mock innocence, shrugging exaggeratedly. “ Why, what, Agent Freckles? Why is the earth round? Why is diner food just so delicious? Why gas is so expensive? ”

“ Why, ” he grit his teeth as his frustrations came to a head, “ the hell would you waltz into the FBI headquarters in Washington and ask to speak to me? ”

Finally, the self-assured, cocky grin slid off of her face as she pulled her boot-clad feet off of the table and righted herself in her seat. Leaning forward as far as the chains bolted to the ground would let her she spoke in a tone that could only be described as dead serious.

“ Because, Dean Winchester, something is after you, ” she asserted. A chill running down the man’s spine. “ And it’s not going to stop until you’re dead. ”

“ How did she even know my name? My face? ” Dean questioned, more to himself than anyone else, as he turned away from the two-way glass.

After getting jack shit from the woman— who was currently tossing a ball of crumpled paper up and down behind the glass in abject boredom— the agent decided to take a break. By break meaning he grabbed a big cup of black coffee and stood scrutinizing her from the other room.

As if on cue, she looked up, right at him, and waved with that infuriating grin of her plastered on her face.

“ How do any of these psychos know anything? ” Bobby Singer, the senior agent (and Dean’s pseudo-uncle), snorted.

“ Gotta say though, she’s given Cas and the criminal profiling team a run for their money, ” the man continued. “ They can’t agree on a profile on her. All anyone can agree on is that it’s incredibly unlike her to come waltzing into the FBI headquarters for shits and giggles. ”

Dean himself, to his infinite frustration, shared the same sentiment. From the little time he had spent with her in the interrogation room his training— and his gut— told him that the woman was highly intelligent, very confident in herself and abilities, and extremely good at what she did. The way her [E/C] gleamed told him that as much as he was interviewing her, she was interviewing him. And the grin she shot him?

He’d never admit to it but the FBI agent had been very much reminded of how predators bear their fangs before the kill.

“ She said something was out to get me, ” he murmured. Bobby shrugged.

“ Maybe she was lying? ”

“ You and I both know she wasn’t lying, Bobby. We’re trained to detect lies and she wasn’t, ” he argued, pointing her way.

“ Well... maybe she wasn’t. ”

“ Sure I’ve made some enemies in my career but none that exactly run in her circles. What kind of information would she have? And why would she want to tip me off about it? And couldn’t she just drop an anonymous tip instead of coming all the way down here? Especially when she knows she’s wanted in four states. ”

The more Dean spoke, the more confused he was. Bobby, however, remained casual, facing the glass, he observed the woman carefully. A little smirk began to pull at his lips.

“ Maybe she knows something you don’t, Agent Winchester. ” Agent Winchester? Dean started, eyeing Bobby suspiciously at the man turned around slowly. “ A righteous man like you, so naive to the real monsters out there. ”

“ Bobby? ” The green-eyed agent bit out, tenser than a cat on the edge.

Before he even saw them— those eyes— he just knew from... its demeanor. The fucked up way it turned its neck so awkwardly and so slippery and so unlike Bobby. Dean could just feel the hostility, the thrum of fear that settled into his pores and raised every hair on his body.

“ Bobby, what the fuck?! ” Dean yelled, throwing himself just out of the way as the man he looked to as a father lunged at him— head down and eyes pitch black.

“ Bobby’s not in right now, ” whatever it was laughed, mouth pulled into a grin so wide and so haunting that it put every shitty horror movie Dean had every watched to shame. “ Would you like to leave a message? ”

It didn’t give the agent any time at all to breath, lunging again, faster than before. That time, he hadn’t been so lucky as to dodge.

Cold, clammy hands wrapped tight around his throat and choked the air out of him. Any and all of his training had flown straight out of the goddamn window as it slowly raised him up, until the tip of his shiny leather shoes barely scratched the surface of his linoleum floor.

“ What— ” Dean managed to choke out, the last of the air he had left to expel “— the... fuck... are you? ” Fake Bobby laughed maliciously.

“ Choice word for a straight-laced agent like you, ” it cooed as the blackness began to encroach into his vision. Just as the lull of the void overtook him, he heard a derisive snort.

“ Yeah? ” [Y/N] scoffed, a handcuff hanging from her right wrist. “ Well, I got some choice words for you— ”

As she began to speak in a language the green eyed man didn’t understand— was that freaking... Latin?— he fell crumpled to the floor in a heap when Fake Bobby began to wail and cry before black smoke poured out of Bobby’s mouth; escaping into the air vents.

Then, there was silence. Bobby lay folded over uncomfortably on the floor, his chest rising and falling in labored breaths, while the woman that was secured in the interrogation room not minutes before nudged him with her foot almost... bored. Like whatever shit that just went down was so normal, so ordinary to her.

“ What the fuck was that?! ” Dean couldn’t, for the life of him, keep the panic out of his baritone voice.

He’d seen things, done things, that weren’t exactly sunshine and roses, and he had thought nothing would shake him; yet there he was, laid out of his ass, trembling.

“ Demon. ” Her tone was as nonchalant as if discussing the weather.

“ Excuse me? You can’t be serious. ” She rolled her eyes.

“ You got a rational explanation for your friend going all black-eyed and murderous before trying to rip you apart? Then having black smoke pour out of his mouth after quoting some good ol’ Rituale Romanum at him? ”

Dean didn’t have a response for her. He didn’t have a rational explanation. Not for any of it.

“ Now that that’s settled— ” she huffed, turning on her heel and making for the door. “ Come with me if you want to live. ”

“ Did you just quote the fucking Terminator? ”

“ You don’t have a Terminator on your ass but you do a fucking demon, agent, chop chop! ”

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Yeah I defo need a fake dating series based on this cause

Hunnyyyyy

Occupied

Summary: Y/N was frustrated as it was with travelling but after being seated next to a very fidgety man on the plane, the idea of relaxing became harder. Y/N decides to take matters into their own hands to help him out in a way that benefits both of them.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: 18+. Language. Angst. Anxiety. Annoying Parents. SMUT (blowjob).

Words: 2190

A/N: This is my first ever One-Shot that I’ve posted to Tumblr. No clue where this idea came from but I have been a bit scared to post it. I’m wondering if I should turn it into a fake-dating series but let me know what you think.

Credit: Special thanks to @emoryhemsworth for helping me find a gif for this. Show her some love, guys!!

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“I can’t believe that you’re seriously dragging me to New York for this” You sighed annoyingly while showing your ticket at the departure gate.

You were on the phone with your mother. You had moved from Brooklyn, south of New York to Salina, Kansas. Your whole family always loved asking why you’d give up Brooklyn for Salina. That question was always easiest to answer, because it was far away enough from your parents.

Ever since you and your boyfriend of 5 years broke up, your parents never stopped pestering you on when you’d finally find someone and always asked you how you could break up with such a nice, decent guy. After a while, it got too much, so you left and moved to Salina.

“Darling, this is your brother's wedding, of course, you need to be there. And also, there will be tons of single men there!” There it was, she hadn’t mentioned your love life, or lack thereof until now.

“Wow Mom, it took you 10 minutes until you brought it up. Is that a record for you?” You sassed back over the phone.

Your mother could hear the annoyance in your voice. “Honey, you know I only want you to be happy,” She said sweetly on the other end of the phone call.

You had just entered the plane and was walking to your seat to sit down. “Mom, I can be happy without a man” You asserted your mother, hoping that for once she would understand that you are perfectly fine on your own.

“Oh baby, No one is ever happy single. People need men in their life to love them and appreciate them and that is the only way that one can be happy” Your mother spoke with such confidence as she continues to ridicule you.

You shut your eyes tightly, completely done with how your mother acts but decides not to give in to what she’s doing because that will just lead her on more.

“Mom, I’ve gotta leave this scintillating conversation because the plane is about to take off soon. I’ll text you when I land. Bye Mommy, love you!” You say quickly and hang up before she has time to get you dragged into another one of her stupid conversations about your love life.

You lean back in your seat which happens to be an aisle seat as you try to relax before the undoubtedly discomfort of meeting your family happens. You take a deep breath, ready to fall asleep.

“Hi, sorry, could you move, please? We need to get to our seats.” You try to hide your frustrated emotion as you open your eyes to see two very attractive men standing and waiting for you to move.

You don’t object as you stand up quickly to give the men room to move in and sit down. As they are seated you smile at them briefly before sitting back down in your seat and try to relax yet again.

“Dude, seriously, why couldn’t we just drive to New York” You overhear the two men beside you having a conversation.

“You know why Dean, the impala is broken, man. Bobby said it would take weeks to get it fixed” The man who was slightly larger than the two with long dark brown hair sitting next to the window seemed to be fed up with his friend who seemed to be very unhappy to be on this plane.

“Then we ask someone else to take this damn case” The man who you took a quick guess to be called Dean. In the middle of us was fed up, couldn’t sit still in his seat.

“You gotta get over this fear man, it cripples you” The other guy argued back.

These two weren't helping with your relaxation. As the plane started to move ready to lift off Dean next to you took a firm grip of your arm that was resting on the armrest beside his. You turned to look at him confused. He looked wide-eyed back at you and then down at his hand which was still holding your arm. “Can you please let go?” You asked nicely, you didn’t want to freak this guy out more.

He muttered a sorry as he let go of you and let his head hit his headrest behind him. He starts inhaling and exhaling heavily as the plane continues to move faster and faster. “Dude, relax!” The man beside him snapped.

“I’ll get over this fear Sam when you stop being afraid of clowns. Now shut up and let me take care of this myself” He yells quietly back at his friend who you just learned was called Sam.

20 minutes later…

You still couldn’t relax. Dean beside you was shaking his leg seriously stressed about the flight and kept on humming Master Of Puppets by Metallica over and over again. Him twitching at every sound the plane made did not help.

The only thing you wanted was to fucking relax and wind down before you had to see your family. And Dean was not helping this at all…

After a few minutes, he nudged for me to move. I stood up and let him out. Looking behind me to find out where exactly Dean was off to. You saw him go into the toilets and decided to sit down and wait a bit.

You seriously needed him to relax, for you to be calm you needed him to be calm. So the only thing that sprung to mind is what you were waiting for now. You needed a bit more time before you could go back after him.

When you had decided that you had waited enough you stood up and went after him. Luckily for you, he had forgotten to lock the door which made sneaking in without anyone noticing a lot easier.

When he sees you enter his eyes widen in surprise. He was standing over the sink splashing water in his face.

“What are you doing?” He asked, shocked at the fact that you so easily got into this tight-fitted toilet with him. You lock the door and turn around to face him.

“I’m taking matters into my own hands. You forgot to lock the door so getting in here wasn’t hard.” You say as you smile, walking closer to him.

He backs up against the sink, looking to be slightly scared of your movements. “I don’t even know you,” He says shakily but there’s a hint of arousal in his eyes as you put your hands on his chest.

“Well, My name is Y/N and you seem to be very nervous and skittish. I’m trying to take it easy because I am literally on my way to my kind of hell but I can’t wind down with you jumping at every little bump this plane makes.” You say matter-of-factly.

“Well, I’m not really a fan of flying,” He says shakily, still unsure about what you're doing in the plane's toilet with him.

“How about I make you feel a bit better then…”

You place your hands on his neck, seductively gliding them around to cup his cheeks, giving him a chaste kiss before pulling away. You cast your eyes down to his pants and smile seductively.

He looks frantically around. Still very on edge from flying. Your hands leave his face sliding down his chest. You feel his heartbeat rapidly through his chest. You lean forward looking deeply into his eyes.

“Shh…” You whisper, trying to calm him down a bit.

Without waiting for him to say anything, you lower yourself to your knees, hands reaching for his jeans. You expect him to pull you up, or push your hands away. Especially because he doesn’t know you, you are strangers to each other but maybe that is what excites him. You know what it is that excites you and that is that there are approximately 35 people right outside this door. The fact that people can hear or know that the two of you are in here thrills you, it sends shivers up your spine.

Instead of pulling away from you, he groans when you manage to unzip his pants, and free his slowly growing cock from his boxers. You eye it, yearning to taste him. To have his length stretch your cheeks while your tongue strokes him.

You suck in a deep breath as you see how big he is. You look up at Dean. “I hope I can fit all of it in my mouth,” You say teasingly as you stick your tongue out to wet your lips, resulting in a growl erupting from his throat.

With his eyes watching you closely, you grin and tighten your grip on his shaft, as you move your head forward and wrap your lips around the tip. You gently begin to suck on the head, teasingly stroking him slowly with your hands while you suck.

‘Fuck, he’s so big. This plane ride isn’t gonna be a damn thought in his mind’ You think as you continue on.

You swallow more of him with your mouth until he’s pressed against the back of your throat. “Your mouth is fucking tight” He breathes heavily. His eyes shut tightly “F-feels so g-good” He stutters. “Too good, shit.”

His groans urge you to begin bobbing your head, as you suck on his cock, enjoying the way he feels in your mouth. You love the control you have as you pleasure him, as you distract him from his fears. With his mouth slightly slack, eyes heavy with pleasure, you keep your eyes trained on him as you jerk him and suck on him.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” He says as he takes a handful of your hair. Keeping a firm grip on your head.

“Shit, Y/N”

His voice is soft as he groans, his cock twitching in your mouth as you swirl your tongue along the tip. His shaft is slick with your saliva, making it easier to glide your hand along the portion you haven’t fit inside your mouth.

“Fuck”

His hips jerk forward, pressing him deep into your throat. Your eyes water, as you have to maneuver breathing with fucking him with your mouth, but you love every tortured pleasurable moment.

“If you keep it up, I’ll come in your mouth” You moan as you hear that, his cock feeling the vibrations from your throat. “Can’t stop” he says as the grip around your hair tightens.

He begins fucking your face, as he holds your head with one hand, the other one on the wall beside him. Guiding you forward and withdrawing your lips from around him repeatedly. Stricken with pleasure, he groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head. You moan, your tongue vibrating on his shaft, causing him to cuss and bite his lip with ecstasy.

“So close… I’m gonna come”

This is what you want. You want him to come, to fill up your mouth. You clamp down, tightening your lips and sucking as hard as you can around him as he continues to fuck your face.

His cock swells in your mouth and twitches as he uses you to chase his impending orgasm. Eventually, with a deep grunt, he released into your mouth, a flooding sensation reverberating on your taste buds as his musky flavour filled you.

“Oh Fuck, Y/N” He groans.

You swallow quickly, as spurt after spurt floods your mouth. You marvel at the taste, enjoying the way he makes eye contact with you as the remnants of his orgasm slowly ebb. His mouth slightly slack as he blinks a few more times than normal after coming.

You pull your mouth back, releasing him with a pop.

You stand up and smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask as you straighten your dress and fix your hair a bit.

“I wasn’t expecting you to do that” He breathes heavily. Still in a haze from his recent orgasm.

“I’m full of surprises, I hope it wasn’t all bad” You smirk already knowing his answer.

“Definitely not. Why’d you do that?” He was surprised by the fact that a stranger just walked into the toilet with him and sucked his cock.

“I helped us both out. And it’s not like the toilet was occupied when I walked in, thank god it is now though.” You lean in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet but I should go before we raise too many eyebrows.”

You turn to unlock the door but look behind you again before opening it “Remember to lock after I leave so we don’t look suspicious. I’ll see you back in your seat in a bit” You smile as you open the door and close it quickly behind you.

Before moving on you take a deep breath to gather yourself. You’re not the adventurous type but something in you took charge and you let it. Glad that you did, you walk back to your seat. You weren’t planning on joining the mile high club but I guess there’s a first for everything.

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