Word Count: 1128

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: none

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

Summary: You never expected Dean, the man who’s car you almost stole, to call you up at 2am. You’re mildly surprised he kept your number and your more than happy to accept his job offer.

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You jerked awake, confused and mildly irritated. You dug around under your pillows until you found the cause of your rude awakening, your phone. You answered it, yawning a bit.

“Yes?”

“Guess that number you gave me was real.” A familiar gruff voice said.

You were suddenly far more awake now, it didn’t take you long to figure out who was on the other end.

“Dean, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You smirked.

You sat up, stretching your limbs, and standing. You walked across your cheap motel room.

“You said to call if I ever needed a thief.”

You turned on the dated coffee pot and glanced at the clock on the wall.

“I did say that, so why do you need me, two months later, at 2 a.m.?”

Dean explained that him and his brother needed an old book, from a heavily guarded home of a rich antique collector. He was vague on the details but you didn’t pry. You thought for a moment and Dean decided to give you a little push.

“No one’s gotten past the fence before.”

You leaned on the wall, watching the pot fill with coffee. You grinned at the obvious challenge.

“Mm, you really know the way to a girl’s heart.”

Dean chuckled, he knew there was no way you were going to turn him down.

“What shady hole can I find you in this time pretty boy?”

You were relieved to find that he was only three towns over from you and you wouldn’t have to spend all day to reach him. Once you had finished your coffee you got dressed and packed up your stuff. You reached their motel around noon, and ditched your stolen car a few blocks away. You smiled when you saw the Impala in the parking lot.

“You were so close to being mine.” You sighed.

“Don’t be getting any ideas princess, that didn’t end well for you last time.”

You looked over at Dean who was walking towards you and you smiled. You adjusted your duffle bag on your shoulder.

“Depends on how you look at it, it wasn’t all bad.”

You didn’t even bother hiding the fact that you had just given him a once over. You walked by him, swiping his wallet and looked up at the motel.

“So which room is yours then?”

“25, and give me back my wallet, Y/N.” Dean said.

“What?”

You pretended to be clueless, and he just raised his eyebrows, holding out his hand expectantly. You sighed dramatically and handed him back his wallet, but not before sneaking a peak inside first. Dean lead you inside and you quickly scanned the room, immediately noting all the possible escapes. A man with long hair looked up from his computer and gave Dean a confused look.

“Y/N, Sam, Sam, Y/N.”

Dean muttered grabbing something from the table, reading it over. Sam stood up, shaking your hand and giving you a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Sam said.

You opened your mouth to reply but Dean cut you off.

“Watch your stuff around her.”

You gave him a halfhearted glare and Sam looked at Dean with a scolding expression.

“Dean that’s-”

“I met her when she tried to take baby.” Dean explained.

Sam looked at you surprised and you smiled, completely unashamed.

“Plus she took your phone Sammy.” Dean chuckled.

Sam quickly checked his pocket and then looked at you. You were holding up his phone smiling cheekily. You tossed it back to him and dropped your duffle bag by the table.

“I thought we were past the whole me stealing your car thing, don’t you trust me Dean.” You pretended to be offended

Dean chuckled and gave you an amused look.

“Not a chance.” He said.

“Fair enough.” You laughed slightly.

You sat down by Dean and looked at the various papers and books scattered around the table.

“Alright Winchester, let’s see those blueprints.” They both looked at you and you realized your mistake.

They never told you their last name and you didn’t know it the last time you saw Dean.

“Oh right, snagged your license from your wallet.” You smiled sheepishly.

You held it to Dean, and he snatched it from your hand.

“Quit doing that.” He mumbled.

You only shrugged and Sam turned his computer so you could see the blueprints for the house you were going to break into you. You talked with them, discussing possible ways in and eliminating the ones that you knew would get you caught. Once you had a solid plan you dug through your duffle bag, finding your lock pick kit.

“That’s all you’re taking?” Dean questioned.

You gave him a confident look as you stood up.

“It’s all I need, don’t worry about me handsome, I’m the best there is.”

“Never said you weren’t sweetheart, and maybe I’ll agree with you if you manage to get the book tonight.” Dean said.

Sam looked between the two of you as you both stared each other down for a moment. He lowered his head to look back at his computer, smiling knowingly.

“When I succeed tonight, you owe me a beer Winchester, deal?”

Dean grinned and leaned forward, and held out his hand, you grabbed it, matching his grin.

“Deal.”

Needless to say he was pouting as the three of you drove back to the motel the brothers were staying in. It had been almost child’s play to you, breaking into the house and swiping the book. Sam even admitted to being impressed.

“I believe you said you’d admit to me being the best if I got the book, and if I recall correctly, I did.”

You were all sass as the three of you walked into the motel room. Dean turned to stare at you a moment narrowing his eyes.

“I don’t remember saying that.” He scoffed.

“Uh yeah, you kinda did Dean.” Sam said.

Dean shot his brother a look and Sam held up his hands in mock surrender.

“I’m going to get some food.” Sam said quickly excusing himself from the tense atmosphere.

You placed your hands on your hips looking at Dean expectantly, much like he did when you took his wallet.

“Fine, you are pretty good.” Dean conceded.

You laughed and Dean scowled at you playfully.

“Oh don’t be mad pretty boy, you’re just upset I’m better than you.”

Dean snorted and took a step towards you.

“You think so?”

You took a step towards him crossing your arms.

“I know so.”

His eyes practically screamed a challenge and you were more than willing to accept it.

“You’ve got quiet the ego, sweetheart.”

“You’re one to talk. You’ve got quiet the ego yourself.” You scoffed.

“Never said I didn’t.”

The two of you were much closer to each now, invading each other’s personal space, neither of you seemed to mind though. You both smiled at each other, mischief dancing in both of your eyes. Neither one of you spoke, or moved for a moment. You reached up, fixing the collar of his jacket, smiling playfully.

“How about we get that drink now?”