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Dream Come True

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 922

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: You’re kind of a big deal in the hunter community, and Dean doesn’t hide his inner fanboy when he finally meets you.

Squared Filled: Sam Winchester // Fangirl/boy moment

Author’s Note: This is for @spndeanbingo and @spnfluffbingo2019 respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“She’s right there, Sammy. Fucking look at her,” Dean said as he slapped his brother’s arm. If he was an emoji, he would be the heart-eyed one. The one hunter that might be better than the Winchesters was sitting right across the room from them ordering a drink at the bar.

“She’s just a person, Dean. Quit acting like you’re 10 and the popular older girl is talking to you,” Sam scoffed as he looked your way. He must admit he was impressed with the things you’ve done, but he wasn’t going to act like you were some God or something.

“Dude, do you even know who she is? She single-handedly took out 2 nests of vampires by herself and left it without so much as a scratch on her body. She’s been possessed so many times, it’s a wonder why she doesn’t have one of our tattoos on her. She’s fought demons within herself because she believes that it’s better if demons possess her instead of some innocent person. She’s gotten into fights with Angels and the only injury she got was a scratch on the cheek. Monsters hide in fear when they hear her name.”

“Yeah, they do the same thing with us,” Sam interrupted his brother.

“No, Sammy, they challenge us because they think they have a shot at beating us. No, they fucking run and hide at the sound of her name. She’s a fucking goddess,” he said as he admired you as you talked with the bartender.

“Look at you, you’re smitten with a woman who you don’t even know. I’m sure you would have no problem getting her number.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Dean asked as he tore his eyes from you for the first time that night. “I am not going to treat her like I do with the other women. Those other women I use for a good time for a night or two. Y/N is special. She deserves someone to appreciate her to ravish her body as if they had forever with her.”

“Okay, dude, stop,” Sam grimaced. “I don’t need to hear about your sex life.”

“You asked for it,” he shrugged as he went back to staring at you lovingly. It was true of what Dean said about you. You have done all of those things and more. You are the most known hunter across the whole world. Anyone who has ever hunted or even thought about hunting had heard of you. In your mind, the only reason why you were so tough is because you grew up in the foster system. It provided you with the kind of training that normal households don’t get. The other kids roughed you up, tore down your walls, degraded you, and then tossed you out into the world only to have another family do the same thing to you. The two things you learned from the foster system was that it was you against the world, and to protect those who have less than you. It’s why you got into hunting in the first place. The foster system made it really easy to travel the country to do odd jobs because your homes were scattered throughout the United States.

No one ever taught you anything about the hunting lifestyle. The first time you got into it, a group of demons raided your home and took what they were looking for since your foster mom had gotten mixed up in some of their business. She had made a deal with them ten years prior to become a very successful foster mom, and you witnessed the hellhounds tearing her apart. It’s something that scarred you for life, but it also encouraged you to dig deeper into what happened. Ever since that night, you had been hunting in the way you taught yourself.

There was a lot of trial and error, and more often than not, you came home battered and bruised. The other good thing about the foster system is that they didn’t really care how many bruises and cuts you had--they figured some of the other kids got rough when playing. They usually looked the other way when they saw a kid with injuries. It was a terrible thing to do, but you let that teach you a lesson. You were truly on your own in the world, and you could depend on no one to aid you in whatever you needed. If someone else could do it, then you could do it yourself.

Your whole life you’ve lived by that motto which is why you hated the fact that you were in this bar seeking help. There usually wasn’t a hunt that you couldn’t do on your own, but this one was a big one. As tough as you were, you could not do this hunt alone, so you sought out the second-best hunters in the business which is why you were in this bar.

You heard of the Winchesters through many hunter bars. They were the hot spot for gossip so you were able to pick up on a few things very quickly. They’ve been doing this gig for their whole life, so you knew they were bound to know a few tricks that maybe you didn’t know of. This hunt required all the manpower you could gather, and since you didn't trust easily, you thought the next best hunters would have to do rather than a whole bar of average hunters.

The monster you were hunting was so rare, even veteran hunters thought they were myths. There had been sightings of a Phoenix, and you knew you had to kill it. It would not only add to your rap sheet, but you could cross that monster off your supernatural bucket list. The only problem was that they were so hard to catch and especially harder to kill. Iron hurt the sons of bitches, but they were smart. The only other thing that could kill them was the Colt which you knew the Winchesters had in their possession, and you knew they weren't going to just hand it over to you because you asked. It was better to kill the Phoenix from a distance rather than up close, which is why you needed the Winchesters.

“She’s my dream woman, Sammy,” Dean sighed dreamily.

“Then go ask her out,” he laughed.

“Do I look like I’d be worthy enough?” Dean gasped.

“Do you think you’d be ‘worthy enough’ to talk to her? Because she’s on her way over here,” he said as he sipped his drink. Every nerve in Dean’s body froze up at his comment, and despite staring at you from afar, he could barely look at you as you approached them.

“Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked.

“Y-you know our names?” Dean sputtered.

“Yeah, I do,” you chuckled.

“Forgive him. You’re like a superstar in his eyes,” Sam teased as his brother kicked him in the shin from under the table.

“Do I really have that honor?” you joked back.

“W-what are you doing here?” Dean asked as he tried to be cool about this.

“I need your guys’ help with a hunt. I hate asking for help, so it’s serious when I do.”

“You’re the best hunter in the business,” Dean started to ramble. “You know how to kick ass even better than I do. Not to mention that you’re amazingly beautiful. It’s bewildering how you can do what you do and still look so good.”

“Thank you, Dean. You’re not so bad yourself,” you complimented him as he blushed adorably. Sam has never seen his brother so speechless over a woman before.

“What kind of hunt do you need our help with?” Sam asked.

“A Phoenix has popped up on my radar. You two are the only ones who have killed one before. I could just ask for the Colt, but I’d rather get the opportunity to work with you two. It’s not every day a woman gets to be in the presence of two handsome men such as yourself,” you flirted. Sam didn’t take it personally, but Dean was a whole different story. He was such a mess over you, Sam smirked when he got an idea.

“We’d be glad to help. We only have two rooms though, but I’m sure my brother is willing to share. I would, but my bed is already so small.”

“Do you mind me sharing a room with you Dean?” you asked. You could have bought your own room, but something about spending the night with Dean Winchester got your inner slut to bounce awake.

“Not at all,” he said breathlessly.

“Great. Oh, and just to warn you, I sleep with only my panties on. Will that be a problem?”

Sam laughed at the look on his brother’s face. If Dean wasn’t supported by the chair, he would have collapsed on the floor.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he barely got out.

“Great. I’ll just bring my ‘59 Cadillac around to the front,” you grinned as you walked away from the brothers.

“I’m marrying her, Sammy,” Dean said with the biggest dreamy eyes he could muster up.

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