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~~Imagine you and Dean pretending to be a married couple for a case and accidentally falling for each other~~
"Come on Sammy, don't make me do this." You whine to him about you 'false identity' for the current case.
"Whatever it is we're hunting is going after married couples (y/n). I've already introduced myself throughout the neighborhood as FBI. You know that could ruin our cover if I'm also the married guy looking to move in." Sam explains to you, but you know his ulterior motive. He's trying to push you and Dean together.
In the 5 months since you've been back hunting with the brothers, the sexual tension between you and Dean has become almost unbearable. You know all too well about Dean's history with women and are determined not to become just another notch in his belt while Dean being hurt from your disinterest has been aiming to make you regret your decision. That leads to little innuendos of him licking his full lips when talking to you, walking around shirtless or brushing up against you every chance he gets- anything that could and would possibly lure you in. So you have been doing the same to him- low cut shirts, showing off your ample cleavage, tight hip hugging jeans, sweet smelling perfume and shameless flirting with any guy who gives you attention. Everything making the younger Winchester both awkward and annoyed in your presence.
"Oh come on babe. You know it's your dream come true to be married to this fine piece of ass." Dean smirks winking at you.
"Ugh. Don't make me gag." You look towards Dean pretending to stick your finger down your throat in a mock gag. Dean glares at you before rolling his eyes.
"Come on guys. Is it so hard to pretend for like 10 minutes?" Sam sighs and shakes his head.
"Probably." Dean and you say in unison. You both look at each other and you internally smirk. 'God, we're too alike for our own good' You think to yourself.
"If we must." You finish.
You and Dean arrive at the house for sale in the neighborhood where everything is happening. He pulls into the drive and shuts off the engine.
"Ok, let's do this." You tell him, opening the door and stepping out of the impala.
"Yeah. We can do this. No biggy." Dean agrees and follows your lead, exiting out of his beloved car.
"Mr. and Mrs. Grey. So glad you could make it." The realtor say, shaking both your hands.
"So are we. The house is amazing." You say in awe. The house is a somewhat small rambler but absolutely gorgeous. White siding, light blue shutters, a white picket fenced in backyard and a white stone driveway. You follow behind the realtor leading the way to few stairs of the front porch as Dean grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. Your heart flutters in your chest before your brain can protest. Once it does, you attempt to pull your hand away.
"Gotta make it look convincing Darlin'." Dean tells you grabbing your hand tighter in his much larger one. You lean in and whisper, "Ok then, get ready. Cuz I'm gonna make this really believable." in his ear letting your breath feather over it seductively. Dean takes in a sharp breath that seems to get caught in his throat then swallows hard. You smile inwardly knowing you probably just made him hard with such a little action.
You walk into the house that's even more gorgeous inside than out. Starting out in the living room that has an island bar separating it from the cozy kitchen. Walking through the hallway, there's a bathroom and 2 bedrooms. The master bedroom having it's own separate bath with a jacuzzi tub.
"Oh look hunni!" You exclaim happily, jumping up and down slightly as a young child would do who just got a toy they had been wanting.
"Yeah yeah." Dean rolls his eyes but continues, "I'll probably never get you out of there." He laughs as does the realtor.
"Not true. We gotta practice for all the babies we're gonna make." You wink suggestively at Dean. His jaw drops momentarily before snapping back to his normal suave self. He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"Well I guess we better hurry up and get this house so we can start." He leans forward capturing your lips in a sweet soft kiss. As soon as your lips touch, it feels like an electrical current coursing through your body. Every instinct in your body is screaming for you not to get carried away even though the gesture causes more of a reaction in your body than you anticipated. Reluctantly, you pull away after a few seconds.
"So that's a yes?" The realtor asks you for confirmation on buying the house.
"Whatever my baby wants, she gets." Dean says looking down at you, his gorgeous eyes seeming to be able to see into your soul.
"Yes. We'll take it." You respond not, your eyes not being able to breakaway from their contact with Dean's.
Now normally this whole idea wouldn't have gone past the walk through, but then again you're not like every other hunter out there dealing with credit card scams and fake identities. You come from a family with a lot of money that was all left to you when that vamp broke into your house and drank your mother, father and little brother dry. Every hunter had their own back story for why and how they got into the business. 'Gotta start somewhere' you always heard.
You've been in the business for 10 years now, everything happening at the tender age of 16. Old enough to essentially take care of yourself but still young and semi innocent in a lot of ways. The infamous John Winchester had been tracking the group of vampires, leading him right to your childhood house and thankfully placing him in the right place at the right time to save your life. After a lot of persuading and nagging on your end, he reluctantly agrees to take you along with him, teaching you the ropes of the hunting world. Being that you're the same age as Sam, you 2 instantly bonded while you and Dean always seemed to do nothing but clash heads. In hindsight, maybe the attraction to one another had always been there, but you left shortly after your 18th birthday around the time Sam left for Stanford.
Dean looks quizzically at you, "Are you sure babe?" His eyes saying what his head was screaming 'Why would you really buy the house? We're just supposed to be looking at it so we know it's empty and can squat in it for the case. You nod your head in response just smiling at him.
"Ok. Let's go sign some papers." The realtor smiles.
You and Dean arrive back at the motel where Sam is still waiting for you.
"You mind telling me why you did that?" Dean asks pulling into the parking space and shutting off the engine turning towards you.
"It would be really nice to have another place to call home besides Bobby's. Plus it's not like I don't have the money for it and I really like that house." You smile to yourself twirling the keys to Dean's and your house around your finger.
"Yeah, I get that but still. It's in the middle of a neighborhood y/n. Not really the best of ideas."
"Did you ever stop to think that maybe some of us don't wanna do this for the rest of our lives Dean?" You look at him slightly agitated. "Maybe some of us want a house and a regular job and maybe even a family some day. The apple pie life as you call it." He holds eye contact with you for a few moments before receding in his battle with you knowing he's not going to win. You both exit the impala and head towards the room to update Sam and discuss your strategy.
Sam stayed back at the motel as to not break your cover while you and Dean move into your house, further playing your role as the happily married couple.
You sit in the living room on the brand new couch you had bought just earlier this morning watching your favorite television program on the brand new tv. Dean sits in the spare room that's now been converted into a hunting locker methodically cleaning his guns as he always does when he has down time.
You saunter down the hallway and into the room now that your show's over, seeing how he's coming along.
He looks up as you walk in, "Hey what's up?" he asks but continues his work.
"Nothing. Just walking around seeing what you're up to and trying to wake my butt up." You laugh. "I've been sitting too long."
"Come here. I'll wake it up for you." he tells you putting the gun he was working on down looking at you and winking suggestively.
"Oh I'm sure you would." You flirt back. Dean walks over to you, slapping you hard on the ass. You yelp more in surprise then anything else, looking at him shocked. He just grins at you, raising his eyebrows questioning your next move while subtly egging you on. So you move to slap him playfully on the arm but he grabs your hand and pulls you flush against his body. With his body pressed snuggly up against yours, he leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss. You instinctively try to push him away but his hold on you tightens as his arms wrap solidly around your lower back. Giving into the sweet temptation, you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands roam up your back to your head, running his fingers through your long hair and angling your face as his tongue courses your lower lip searching for entrance. Parting your lips slightly you welcome his tongue with your own as they caress each other softly. You moan slightly into the kiss before pulling away.
"Wow." You sigh, completely at a loss for words. The feel of his full lips still lingering on yours.
"Yeah." he agrees, running his fingers over his lower lip obviously feeling the same electrically current as you had earlier in the day. You catch his green eyes searching your as you make the first move this time, crashing your lips to his which he responds to with just as much passion.
Your hands make their way into the open flannel he's wearing, sliding it down his arms. He's grabbing at the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and breaking away only long enough to pull the garment over your head and discard it to the floor along with his.
You pull away again breathing heavily, "Dean, we shouldn't do this." You struggle out as his lips attach to your neck sucking lightly on the tender skin close to your ear. Your eyes roll back into your head as you lose all train of thought.