Word Count: 795

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Feel free to drop me a request, and enjoy the story!

Summary: You’ve just met a very interesting man, if only you hadn’t been in the middle of stealing his car.

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You approach the sleek black car, looking over it carefully. You ran your hand over the smooth metal and smiled as you approached the driver side door. You took a quick look around, making sure there was no prying eyes. Once you were sure no one was watching. You set your bag on the ground and pulled out a wire hanger. Picking locks on old cars like this was far to easy for you. You grinned when you heard the lock pop. You opened the door and took one last look around, before slipping into the driver seat.

“Oh you are beautiful.” You muttered.

You went to reach under the steering wheel to pull out the wires you needed but froze when you heard a gun cock. You cursed under your breath and slowly turned to look at a tall man in an army jacket.

“Hi.” You smiled nervously.

He said nothing, just motioned for you to step out of the car. You did so slowly, subtly picking his jacket pocket and slipping what you assumed was a wallet into your sleeve. You held up your hands.

“I don’t suppose you’re just going to let me walk away?” You asked cautiously.

“Not a chance princess.” The man scoffed.

“Worth a shot.”

You sighed and he knelt down to look through your duffle bag. He kept his gun trained on you and rummaged through your bag. He raised an eyebrow when he saw credit card scanners, various lock picking kits, and several wallets that clearly didn’t belong to you. He looked back at you and you gave him a shrug. He stood and you looked around for any possible escape, you saw none.

“Well I’ll just take my stuff and be on my way.” You smiled cheekily.

“What makes you think, I haven’t called the cops?” He challenged.

You let out a short laugh. You meant his gaze, mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Please, I’ve been watching you all day, I saw all the naughty things in your trunk. I’m sure that’s all so legal.” You said sarcastically.

He seemed to debate with himself on what to do for a moment. You pulled the wallet out of your sleeve and opened it. You raised an eyebrow and looked back at him.

“Well, well, Agent Weller, you’re just a mystery aren’t you?”

“Where did you get that?” He snapped.

“I picked your pocket.” You said innocently.

He went to grab it but you held it just out of his reach. You smirked, this was getting fun.

“Now let’s make a deal, Dean.”

Dean gave you a confused look, curious as to how you knew his name.

“I heard you and your brother talking at the dinner earlier.” You explained.

Dean lowered his gun and leaned against the hood of his car. You lowered your arms and tossed him back the FBI badge.

“Alright, what’s this deal of yours sweetheart.”

“My name is Y/N.” You informed him.

He chuckled and watched you closely.

“Okay Y/N, how are we going to work this out?”

You took a step towards him, keeping a watchful eye on the gun in his hand.

“Well, you don’t call the cops, let me take my stuff and walk away, or call them and I tell the cops about the junk in your trunk, the fake FBI badge and you and your brother digging up that grave and burning the body.”

Dean looked at you both impressed and surprised you gave him a devilish smile.

“Like I said, I’ve been watching you pretty boy.”

Dean snorted and tucked his gun in the waistband of his jeans.

“Seems we’re at a stalemate then.”

“I’ll also give you back your wallet.”

You held up his wallet and Dean’s eyes widened, quickly checking his pockets. He narrowed his eyes at you but smirked regardless.

“You’re good.”

You gave a mock bow and held your hand out for him to shake.

“Well do we have a deal?”

Dean grabbed your smaller hand in his large one and smiled at you.

“Seems I don’t have a choice.”

You suddenly yanked on his hand catching him off guard. He stumbled forward and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He stood there stunned and you placed his wallet in his still outstretched hand. You smirked, picking up your duffle bag and started walking away. Dean blinked, processing what happened then looked down at his hand. There was a piece of paper with a number on it, sitting on top of his wallet.

“Call me if ever you need a thief.”

You called over your shoulder. Dean watched you walk away until you disappeared from sight. He chuckled and walked back to his motel room, slipping your number into his pocket.