Dean x Reader

Synopsis: For 2 challenges on Tumblr, both having to do with Singing in The Rain. Taking some liberties with the movie storyline. Written in Dean's POV

Fiddling with the radio knob, AC/DC started blaring out the speakers. Keeping it as loud as I could stand, I tapped my fingers to the music, doing everything in my power to stay away.

It wasn't late at night, but my eyes kept drifting shut, and I knew I would need to pull over soon and catch a couple hours of sleep before continuing my drive home. My memory foam mattress was sounding better by the second.

I shouldn't have taken that last hunt. At least not by myself. Sam had stayed back at the bunker, nursing his broken collarbone, and I had decided a Rugaru wouldn't be too hard by myself.

Boy, was I wrong. It kicked my butt, and I had the bruises to prove it. "Getting too old for this shit" I muttered to myself, groaning when the rush hour traffic rolled to a stop.

Glancing down at my phone, I checked Sam's newest message. Asking me to get supplies on the way home. Sending off a quick answer right before the light turned green, I was about ready to step on the gas when the passenger seat was thrown open.

Staring in disbelief, I did nothing but watch as this beautiful woman clambered into the Impala, clutching a ripped coat tight to her chest. Slamming the door shut, she turned to me, and I was able to catch a glimpse of the most amazing e/c eyes I had ever seen. A pair of eyes that somehow seemed familiar, even though I couldn't quite place where I had seen them.

"Please, just drive." She pleaded with me as the driver behind me laid on his horn. Reaching up to the radio, she turned it down, and I was so stunned I didn't even argue.

Caught between wanting to get the story, but not wanting this intriguing woman running off, I stepped on the gas, the rear end of the Impala losing control for a split second. Once we were caught up with the rest of the traffic, I glanced over at her once again. She was holding her coat tight to her chest, the sleeves ripped and dirty. Her hair was missed, and her entire look was frantic and dazzled.

"Care to explain?" I asked her calmly, watching as she tried to call down.

"People can be rather harsh, can't they?" She said, skirting the issue. Her voice sounded extremely familiar, piquing my interest even more. "You go to sign a couple of autographs, and they try to rip you apart. They just don't want your autograph, they want a piece of you as well. Thank you for saving me."

"You're Y/N! Y/N, Y/L/N! From that movie series!! Um...I don't remember its name, but I've seen it, and you were amazing!" I blurted out, not even noticing how excited I got over having a movie star jump into my car.

"That's me alright." She muttered, sounding sad that she had been recognized.

"Don't worry. I'm not like those other fans." I assured her. "Just let me give you a ride. Anywhere you need to go."

She muttered off an address, somewhere in the fancier part of town. Heading that way, I kept glancing over at her, trying to think of something funny to say. Something to make her notice that I wasn't like the rest of her fans. Opening my mouth, I closed it again, having no idea what to say, not wanting to sound stupid.

"So, you know my name, can I know yours?" She asked, turning in the seat to face me.

"Dean. Dean Winchester at your service." I answered.

Smiling towards me, she seemed to relax, just a little bit. "So, Dean, what is it that you do? Have any fans of your own that attack you?"

Thinking of the diverse types of people that attacked me as part of my day job, I chuckled softly. "Not if you count the little pests I take out."

Humming a response, you relaxed her hold on her jacket, and I could see her shirt was ripped, a little bit of blood staining the white. "Your fans did that to you? That's ridiculous!"

Glancing down, she frowned. "This was my favorite shirt. But yeah, sometimes they get a little overzealous."

By this time, I was pulling Baby over to the curb, wishing the ride had taken a lot longer. I wasn't ready for Y/N to be gone from my sight quite yet. "Thank you for the ride." She said, her hand on the handle.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Maybe we could get a drink or something?" I suggested.

"Dean, you're a nice guy, but we run in different circles. It would never work." She said gently before climbing out of the car. "But I will be forever grateful for the ride."

I could only watch as she walked away, her movements smooth and sure, and I knew I would never forget the bewitching woman who had hijacked my drive.

Sighing, I turned the Impala back towards the East, getting back on track to the Bunker. Back to life without beautiful actresses in my shiny black car. Turning up the radio, I was about ready to turn onto the highway when my phone started ringing.

"Hey Sammy, what's up?" I asked, putting it on speaker phone.

"Where are you?" He asked, and I could hear him typing on his keyboard as he talked.

"Just leave town, hitting the highway." I answered him, waiting impatiently at the red light.

"Don't. There's a hunt there." He said simply, and with a sigh I merged back into traffic.

"Sam, I'm exhausted. And I've had quite a day. Can't it wait?" I asked him, a yawn escaping.

"Dean, you're already there." Sam argued. "It's a simple salt and burn. Then you can be home tomorrow."

Grumbling under my breath, I knew there was no way I could say no. Listening as Sam rattled off the information, I pulled in to the first cruddy hotel I passed. "Dean, there is a charity gala at this place tonight. Something about a movie screening. I've been able to copy the pass, and I've already emailed it to your phone. But you'll have to rent a tux."

"Hell no." I muttered. "I'll take care of the freaking ghost, but I'm not dressing in a tux."

Sighing, Sam gave me a couple more instructions before hanging up the phone.

Wanting nothing more than to bang my head on the steering wheel, I climbed out of the car, quickly reserving a room. Grumbling as I pulled my suit out, I frowned even more when I noticed a huge stain on my dress pants. Tossing them back into the suitcase, I settled for my white shirt and suit, along with my nicer pair of jeans. Glancing at my phone, I noticed Sam sent me the invitation, along with the address. It was close to where I had dropped off Y/N, and I wondered if I would end up running into her.

Heading back to the Impala, I turned my car back in the other direction. Sam had been very detailed in his research of the case, and I knew exactly what to look for. It should be in and out, and I might not even need the room for the rest of the night. "A freaking top hat." I muttered, wishing I could have just dug up a body in some dark graveyard. Instead I had to hob knob with some rich people.

Pulling up to the front of the mansion, I frowned once again when I saw a valet waiting for my keys. Begrudgingly, I handed over the keys, glaring at the kid the entire time. Straightening my suit coat, I made my way up the staircase, showing my invitation to the security. Smiling when it worked, I knew I would have to congratulate Sam on a job well done.

Men and woman were crowded in each room I passed, each one trying to outdo each other with their fancy clothes, and expensive jewelry. More diamonds and precious stones than I had ever seen before hung from lady's necks, while men tried to outdo each other with stories.

Immediately feeling out of place, I continued, keeping my eyes open for an old fashioned top hat. It wasn't until the back of the house that I finally ran into a long, glass cabinet, different collectibles laying within. On top was a fading top hat, and I quickly pulled out my lock pick gear. Making sure nobody was watching, I got to work.

It was easier than expected, and in less than a minute I was reaching in, grabbing the hat when a voice stopped me. "This doesn't look like pest control to me." Y/N muttered from behind me. Leaving the hat there, I turned to face her, losing my ability to talk for a moment.

Y/N looked absolutely stunning. Gone were her stained and ripped clothes. In their place was a shimmering emerald gown that fit her body perfectly. Her hair was loose down her back, simple but it made her even more alluring. "You're beautiful." I muttered.

"Thank you." She answered simply. "But what are you doing stealing from my host?"

"I'm not stealing." I argued, and she raised her eyebrow.

"If you're not stealing, then explain." She ordered, and I stuffed my hands in my pockets.

"Well, you see...I really...there's no good explanation." I ended lamely.

Stepping forward, she placed her palm on my chest, and I tensed at the contact. Leaning forward so her lips were close to me, she whispered in my ear. "Try me."

Gulping, I took in a deep breath, almost choking on it. "I'm a hunter. I hunt monsters, and this hat is tied to a ghost." I blurted out quickly. Closing my eyes, I waited for the ridicule, but it never came.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" She asked, reaching in behind me and grabbing the hat. Her silky dress brushed up against me, and I wanted to hold her tight, and kiss her.

"Because you would have thought I'm crazy!" I answered, watching in amazement as she opened her purse and pulled out salt and a lighter.

"Nonsense. My parents were hunters." She answered simply, tossing the hat in a trash can before lighting it on fire. Just then the ghost appeared, pathetic in its attempts to attack us before it vanished in flames. "I had a feeling you were a hunter when I climbed in the car with you, but I wasn't sure."

I couldn't believe it. The girl of my dreams was also from a hunter's family. It just made it that much harder to walk away. "Well, I guess I should be going." I muttered, having no excuse to stay any longer. Wishing I did.

"Stay." She whispered, reaching out and grasping my hand. Looking up and seeing her gazing at me with an unreadable expression. "Please."

Knowing I would stick out like a sore thumb if I stayed, I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to this woman, and no matter what happened in the future, I couldn't pass up tonight.