I Think He Did It
Summary: The reader and Dean’s neighbor from their apartment building is strangely killed one day but Dean assures her everything is fine. When a cop comes by later though and the reader catches him in a lie, she finds out something about Dean he’d rather have stayed hidden...
Pairing: Serial Killer!Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,900ish
Warnings: language, mention of murder
A/N: Felt like diving back into this AU. Enjoy!
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“Hey Winchester,” you said as you got back from your walk. Dean was smiling as he got his mail out of the delivery. “You know what’s up with all the cop cars?”
“Apparently some guy on the first floor got murdered,” he said.
“Here?” you said.
“No. Somewhere else I guess. They said the building is safe and everything,” he said. You nodded and got your mail from the box, Dean chuckling to himself. “You look kinda freaked.”
“I kinda am,” you said. “Did we know him?”
“1D?” he asked and you shook your head. “Yeah. I didn’t either. Why don’t you crash at Robbie’s place tonight? Might make you feel better.”
“Yeah, Robbie and I are like officially done with once and for all,” you said. You grabbed an amazon package that was a little too big for you, Dean grabbing the other end. “Thanks.”
“I thought you were working things out?” he asked.
“He still lies to me, even over little crap. I’m not being with a liar,” you said. “On the plus side you can come hang out again without Robbie treating you like a dick.”
“Well that will be nice,” he said.
“You could come over tonight if you want,” you said, getting into the elevator with him. He smiled and hit the third floor button, leaning back against the wall.
“I could stay the night on your couch,” he said. “It’d make me feel better about you over there all by yourself.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m very scared as you can tell,” he smirked. You rolled your eyes and walked down the hall towards your apartments. You let yourself in and Dean helped set the box down on your counter. “We’ll have a sleepover. It’ll be fun. I’ll swing over around seven.”
“Dean?” you asked as he turned to go. “You’re positive it wasn’t here that it happened?”
“I promise,” he said with a soft smile. “The cops said it was other side of town. I honestly think they’re just checking his place for...whatever, you know?”
“Yeah,” you said with a nod as he opened his apartment, his tile floor marked up with something.
“We live on the third floor, you need to know the code to get in and you know that if you’re ever in trouble, I will bust through that door, okay? Try not to think about it sweetheart.”
“Yeah. Maybe he was like a drug dealer or something.”
“Maybe,” said Dean. “I’ll catch you later, Y/N.”
“Later Dean.”
“Did you see about that guy on the news?” you said that night while you ate some takeout next to Dean at your counter.
“What’d they say?” asked Dean between bites.
“Total creeper. Sounds like he’s attacked people before. I don’t even feel bad that he got killed now,” you said.
“World works in mysterious ways,” he said, a knock coming at your door. “I’ll get it.”
“My knight in shining armor,” you teased as he hopped over to the door.
“Hello officer,” said Dean.
“Mr. Winchester. I thought you were across the hall...” said the officer, pulling out his notepad.
“I am,” he said as you ducked under Dean’s arm.
“Hi. This is my apartment. Dean’s across the hall from me,” you said, the officer nodding.
“Right. Ms. Y/L/N correct?” he asked.
“Mhm,” you said, glancing to Dean.
“He’s just gonna ask what you did last night, if you heard anything. Her answer’s gonna be the same as mine though considering we hung out last night and all,” said Dean.
“Oh right,” said the officer, shaking his head. “Should have thought of that. Long day.”
“I bet,” said Dean.
“Here’s a card if you know of anything,” said the officer with a yawn. “Sorry to disturb your evening.”
“Never a problem officer,” said Dean. He shut the door and locked up, going back to his food as you cocked your head. “What’s up?”
“We didn’t hang out last night,” you said, crossing your arms.
“Yeah we did silly,” he chuckled.
“Uh, no. We didn’t,” you said.
“Yeah we did. We hung out over here, had a few drinks. You were pretty tired.”
“No. I watched three episodes of Hell’s Kitchen before I went to bed,” you said. You narrowed your eyes and he rolled his. “Dean.”
“We watched that together. Did you like...maybe take some medicine before we drank or something?” he asked. You looked back at the door and then at him, Dean out of his chair and looking down at you. “We hung out last night, Y/N. You’re just forgetting.”
“No I’m not,” you said. He looked down and took a deep breath. “Why did you lie to that officer?”
“Why didn’t you correct him if you think I lied?” he asked.
“Why do you need an alibi?”
“I was simply stating facts.”
“You lied to a cop investigating a murder. I want to know why.”
“What, you think I did it?” he laughed. “That’s a good one. I don’t even go hunting with my dad and uncle and they love that shit. I couldn’t kill anything.”
“Kill anything or kill anything innocent?” you said.
“What exactly are you saying?” he asked. He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at you, walking until his chest was pressed to yours.
“I think you did it,” you said.
“You watch too many movies.”
“What’d you do last night Dean?”
“Hung out with you.”
“Tell me the truth or I scream so loud that cop comes running back.”
“I had a personal issue to attend to and I did and then I hung out with you.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“Don’t ask for the truth when we both know you don’t want it.”
“Was that blood on your floor earlier? When you went back to your place?”
“Go look for yourself,” he said. You huffed and left your apartment, picking up Dean’s spare key and letting yourself into his place. It was dark and the door shut quietly behind you.
You weren’t prepared to be shoved up against the wall, a hand over your mouth. You stared at him, his eyes shutting.
“He was gonna hurt you so I stopped that from happening. You want to turn me in for that, fine,” he said. He let go of you and you brushed past him, running your hands over your face. “I’m sure that cop is still here if you want to go tell him.”
“Dean how many others,” you said, your hands on your hips.
“What?”
“How many others,” you said. “The news said this guy’s death followed a pattern. A serial killer. How many Dean?”
“Twelve.”
“Fuck Dean,” you said. “Fuck. You’re not a serial killer. You’re Dean. You’re my go to guy, neighbor, Dean. You can’t…”
“I can be,” he said.
“Why?”
“I enjoy it.” You swallowed and he shook his head. “I’ve never harmed an innocent person in my life.”
“Who gave you the right to be the judge of everyone?”
“No one gave it to me. I took it,” he said. “My own mother was killed by a monster while I was home and hid under the bed. So I kill monsters and I like it and that’s who I am. So go ahead and go back to your apartment and call the cops on me. I would have have killed that guy a thousand times over no matter the outcome.”
“You’re a serial killer.”
“Yes, I am.”
You took a few deep breaths, Dean scrunching up his face at you.
“Why are you still here?” he asked.
“What was that guy gonna do to me.”
“He had a key to your apartment made up. I don’t imagine it was going to be pleasant for you.”
“Was that blood on your floor earlier?”
“No. Jam from when I dropped my toast,” he said. “Nothing happened here. It doesn’t explain why you haven’t called the cops yet.”
“Do I need to call the cops?” you asked. He shook his head and you nodded. “Then let’s go finish our dinner before it gets cold.”
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Well I’m not afraid of you and you did protect me and if those other guys were like this one then we don’t have a problem at all. Understand?”
“If I’m ever caught, it makes you an accomplice.”
“You gonna get caught?” you asked.
“No,” he said. You nodded and went back to your apartment, Dean locking up after you. You ate for a moment, Dean pursing his lips. “You know it’s more than twelve. That’s just what was on the news.”
“How many?”
“Nineteen. Some people aren’t news worthy,” he said.
“Do you make people suffer?” you asked. He shook his head. “What do you do?”
“Injection to knock ‘em out and then enough drugs to put down a horse. They don’t even feel it,” he said.
“Why?”
“Because I like stopping monsters. I don’t get off on carving someone up,” he said. You nodded and slid part of the pie you’d ordered for dessert over to him. “That it?”
“For now,” you said. He smirked and stabbed the pie with his fork. “What?”
“Here I thought things would never get past the friendship stage between the two of us.”
“There’s no more secrets right?”
“I have a crush on you,” he said. “And for the love of God stop going for walks or runs at night. Go use the gym downstairs. You give me anxiety keeping an eye on you I swear.”
“You follow me?”
“Well when you told me your running route and I pay attention to police reports more than the average person, yeah, I followed you. You’re like a magnet for bad people.”
“Not all bad people,” you said, taking a piece of pie for yourself. “Do me a favor and talk to me about stuff like that from now on, okay?”
“I can do that,” he said. “Are we okay?”
“Well today has been eventful,” you said. “But we’re okay. You can even take me out to dinner tomorrow.”
“I can do that too sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “I gotta ask though. Do you think I’m a monster for doing what I do?”
“Monsters don’t save people,” you said, eating another piece of pie. “So no, I don’t.”
“Okay,” he said quietly. “Thanks.”
“Thank you Dean. I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me anything at all sweetheart. I promise.”
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