Fool Me Once, Part One.
Y/N- Your Name
Y/L/N- Your Last Name
E/C- Eye color
Vampire reader.
Warning- mentions of smexy times.*
You had been Crowley's assistant ever since he became the king of hell. He treated you pretty fairly, even though he considered vampires to be beneath him. He approached you one night while you were cleaning his torture weapons. Your stomach was gurgling at the scent and sight of the blood.
"Hungry darling?" He questioned and you quickly wiped off the rest of the blood. "I figured we could discuss business over dinner." He lead you to the dinning hall and pulled your chair out for you.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" You questioned as you sipped from a goblet of blood.
"Well, this morning I was thinking about how to get the Winchester boys off my case for awhile. Then I realized, I have an incredibly attractive assistant, who the Winchesters have never met. Y/N, would you be willing to befriend them and keep them off of my trail for a few months?" He wondered, though he knew you'd say yes. You liked venturing out into the human world, you'd jump at the chance for an opportunity like that.
"Of course." You said and smiled.
"In the morning you can go shopping for a new wardrobe. You'll need something that screams lumberjack." The following morning you went to a department store and loaded up on flannel shirts and ripped jeans. You hopped that you could pass as a hunter, it couldn't be that hard, could it? Crowley tracked them down and you swooped in to save them from an organized demon attack. You used special demon killing, throwing knives that Crowley had crafted himself.
"I'm sorry… who are you exactly?" Dean questioned, you could sense a testosterone fueled turf war rising inside of the two hunters.
"Y/N." You talked to them, got to know them, and gave them some sob story about how your hunting partner had just died tragically. They sympathized with you and let you join them. You played the part of hunter well, then things got complicated.
It all started one night when Sam had left the hotel you three were staying at, to pick up some old newspaper articles. You were doing research when Dean came up behind you and started rubbing your shoulders.
"You seem tense sweetheart." He whispered in your ear and sent a shiver down your spine. He started to knead the knots that had formed between your shoulder blades.
"You and I both know when Sam says ten minutes, he never means ten minutes." He said.
"Dean, that's a bit of a distraction from the case isn't it?" You asked and looked up at him.
"Y/N honey, I think we could both use a distraction. Don't you?" He questioned with a smirk. You had actually grown to like Dean, but you weren't going to let your mission be jeopardized by some little crush.
"Sorry Dean, but it's not gonna happen today." You told him.
"It's alright, no hard feelings cutie." He said and booped your nose, like the dork he is.
"I didn't hate the back rub though." You added with a wink. He chuckled and went back to working the kinks out of your muscles.
"What would your boyfriend think about this?" He leaned down questioned in your ear. You started to panic, Dean had caught on, but you had been so careful.
"Boyfriend? What do you mean? I don't have a boyfriend." You said defensively.
"So, you don't sneak off to talk to him on the phone constantly?" He asked. You supposed that Dean thinking you had a secret boyfriend was better than him finding out that you were working for Crowley.
"No, it's bold of you to assume it's not my girlfriend." You said cheekily.
"Oh… Oh duh… you swing both ways?" He guessed, biting his lip.
"Yeah… You thought I was just (Straight/Gay)?" You asked, raising your eyebrow.
"Yeah, that's odd, I'm usually better at reading people." Dean said and scratched the back of his head nervously.
"Not everyone fits into your stereotypical boxes, Dean." You huffed as though you were genuinely offended.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." Dean apologized.
"I'm just messing with you, if I was actually offended you'd know." You assured him.
"So, you have a girlfriend? What's her name?" He wondered.
"Dean, I was just messing with you. I'm not dating anyone, I was just talking to a friend. Don't worry, you're still in the running, there is no competition." You teased.
"Maybe this'll help my odds." Dean said with a smirk. He leaned in and kissed you passionately, you rubbed your knee against his groin. Then it was on like donkey kong. *wink wink*
All caution was thrown to the wind as you were thrown onto the bed. Dean kissed you fervently as he fumbled with the buttons on your shirt.
"Too many damn buttons." He growled against your lips and you decided to help him out a little. The sound of his blood rushing was pounding in your ears. You felt your fangs pierce through the soft tissue of your gums. You tried to will them into retracting, but it just wasn't happening. You had to push yourself away.
"Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He questioned and you covered your mouth. Then an idea popped into your head, the perfect excuse.
"I'm gonna be sick." You lied and ran into the bathroom. You breathed in deeply and tried to calm down, after making some fake gagging sounds.
"Do you think it's something you ate?" Dean questioned as your fangs slipped back into their hiding place.
"I don't know." You sighed, wanting to cry out in frustration.
"So I take it, the moment is over?" Dean questioned, sounding disappointed.
"Yeah, sorry, I don't know what hit me." You huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
"Don't be sorry Y/N, I'll text Sam to pick up some crackers and ginger ale." He told you. You rested your forehead against the mirror, staring into your E/C eyes. After a few minutes you exited the bathroom and Dean was at your side.
"Here Y/N, come lay down." He said and peeled back the covers. You laid down and he started rubbing your back again, but it felt different this time. The touches were no longer sensual, they were comforting and warming. You soon fell asleep under Dean's gentle hands.
You woke up with Dean wrapped around you, Sam looked at the two of you and chuckled. Your stomach growled loudly and you realized you still hadn't eaten. You needed blood immediately, or this mission was going to last much longer.
"Feeling better Y/N?" He questioned and you nodded.