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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count:3,971

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A/N:Brace yourself, friends. 

In case you’re squirmish, it gets a little bloody below. Just a warning. 

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Your jaw clenches as you hang up the phone. Crowley plucks it from your hand before his henchman grabs your wrists and ties them behind the back of the chair you had been thrown into when you arrived at the warehouse.

After you had made your decision, the same man who was tying your wrists just a little too tight for comfort appeared in your apartment and gripped your arm, forcing you to stand with a grunt. A gun was waiting in his hand, and he had pressed it into your stomach as he led you from your apartment to an awaiting limo outside. 

It was late, so there was no one around to see you as you got shoved into the car. From the tinted windows, you could see the unmarked car that was parked right across the street, and you could see the face of an unknown agent, his head resting against the window with his eyes closed. If you hadn’t known any better, he looked like some guy napping in his car.  Your stomach clenched as you had to fight down the urge to be sick.

Crowley’s henchman–who seemed to have no name–climbed into the car behind you before Crowley joined you, someone outside closing the door once he was settled. The man with you had pulled you onto the seat with him and kept the cold barrel of the gun pressed against you. 

The three of you drove in silence for about thirty minutes until you had pulled up to a row of warehouses along the river. You had never been to this part of town before, not that you had any reason to before now. It looked like some sort of shipping yard–and with not a single person in sight. 

You had been dragged inside and thrown into the chair you were currently tied down to before Crowley had handed you a cell phone and instructed you to call Dean. 

You hated yourself for the choice you had made, but Dean was smart. He would figure out at some point that this was a trap, wouldn’t he? Your fingers had hesitated over the phone screen, second guessing your choice before Crowley’s man backhanded you across your cheek. 

The sting had burned and you hissed as your neck snapped to one side. It had been a warning to cooperate. 

So you called Dean and said a prayer that the two of you would make it out of this alive. 

Crowley pulls up a chair across from you and sits down, crossing one leg over the other. He narrows his eyes at you, though an amused smirk is plastered on his round face.

“What?” You spit, your right cheek throbbing as your jaw clenches.

Crowley makes a face as if to say he has no idea what you’re talking about, his eyebrows raising and lips twitching just slightly. He’s enjoying this. 

“Oh, I’m just wondering what exactly Dean thinks he’s coming here to talk to you about.” Crowley says with a shrug of his shoulders. “Sounded personal.” You can see him biting back a smile, though he doesn’t bother to hide the enjoyment in his tone. 

 Your teeth grind together as you stare him down, your nostrils flaring. 

You knew he knew. How? You weren’t sure. But just like that, he knew that Dean wasn’t just your agent, and you weren’t just his witness. 

“Tell me, love.” Crowley folds his hands. He pauses for a moment, his eyes roaming you up and down. “You think Dean sleeps with all his witnesses?” Crowley cocks his head as he bounces his eyebrows. “Or just you.” 

You turn your head away, tears welling in your eyes. 

You knew Crowley was goading you. Trying to find more ammo for his artillery. He was playing games and you wanted to throw your hands up and scream, “I quit!” But that wasn’t going to happen. You have to sit here and listen to every god damn word that will leave his mouth. And god damn it, you needed to show him he wasn’t going to get to you, even though your blood felt cold and that bright light at the end of the tunnel that had shone so brightly just hours ago, was snuffed out, and now all you could see was darkness.

“Did I strike a nerve?” Crowley asks with glee in his voice. He’s loving every god damn second of this.

If you were going to survive, you couldn’t let him get to you. You may be tied to a chair, but once Dean gets here, you were going to have to do anything you could to help him through this. 

You take a deep breath and roll your shoulders back, the ropes around your wrists twisting against your skin. You raise your chin as you turn back to look at Crowley, a new feeling settling in your stomach.

“You want to know what I think?” You say with an even voice. 

Crowley needed you alive, at least until Dean showed up. You had an awful inkling Crowley was going to dangle you like a piece of meat in front of Dean, so until he arrived, you had a free pass.

Crowley raises his eyebrow, holding out a hand, encouraging you to continue.

“I think Dean is going to get here, and I think he’s going to take you down.” You take a quick breath. “This empire that you’ve been building your whole life is going to come to a crashing burn. And maybe I won’t live through to see it, but I’m just glad I was the one who lit the match.”

You can’t stop the smirk that bubbles on your lips as Crowley’s face falls and his jaw clenches, the merriment in his brown eyes extinguished. But he quickly recomposes himself as he cocks his head and swallows. His eyes flash behind you, making a clear statement. You try to turn your head but before you can, a fist connects with your jaw, sending you toppling onto the concrete floor, your shoulder breaking the rest of your fall as you cry out as pain shoots through your body. Your eyes squeeze shut, grounding your teeth as your shoulder throbs and you taste the tell-tale twinge of iron on your tongue. 

“By all means, love, be cheeky.” You can hear Crowley’s voice, though it’s drowned out by the ringing in your ears. “It’s totally up to you how we spend these thirty minutes waiting for Dean to arrive.”

Every single breath you muster sends a shiver of pain through your body and your stomach twists in nausea. 

You hear Crowley sigh before he mutters, “get her up,” and you’re suddenly being lifted off the ground, too quickly for your still spinning head, and set upright, the room around you blurry as your eyes try to focus on anything. 

“Totally up to you, love.” Crowley comes back into focus with a sickening sweet smile on his face. “Be a good little girl, and as agreed, you’ll walk away from this just fine.” 

Your jaw clenches, a stabbing burn shooting across the outline of your face as you try to give him your hardest glare, but Crowley just laughs.

“Let’s try to play nice, shall we?” 


Dean takes a right-hand turn onto the road his GPS shows him, his brows furrowing as he pulls into an almost empty parking lot. There were a few older-looking cars scattered throughout the area, but not a single person outside. 

Dean narrows his eyes and scans the area. Something deep down is warning him that something isn’t right.

He leans forward in his seat and looks out the windshield at the building in front of him, the numbers 1876 stenciled onto the bricks. Dean just hopes his gut is still on edge from everything that’s happened today and this was going to be a really cool bar that Y/N had found. 

He shuts off the engine and steps out in the cool air. Spring may have arrived, but the nights still held a bite to them, especially standing next to the water, the wind whipping at his jacket. 

He takes a deep breath and looks around the parking lot again, something reallynot feeling right. He bites at the corner of his lip for a moment before pulling out his phone and opening a text message to Cas. 

May be paranoid, but meeting Y/N at some bar on 1876 n 10th st and got a weird feeling. Keep your ears on just in case. 

As soon as the message sends, a texting box pops up, Cas already responding. 

Are you sure that’s a good idea?

Dean purses his lips but ignores his friend and pockets his phone. He knew Cas had known something had gone down between the two of you, and he sure as hell wouldn’t have approved if he had found out exactly whathad happened between Dean and Y/N, but right now, he didn’t need a lecture. He needed to find Y/N and figure out what the hell the two of them were going to do now. 

Dean hurries across the parking lot while trying to keep his composure, not wanting to look like he had been rushing in to find you, but Dean is a mixture of nerves and excitement. It’s like he was fifteen again and taking Cathy Wilson to her senior prom. 

As he reaches the door, his phone vibrates in his pocket, but Dean ignores it as he steps inside. 

His brow furrows as he walks pass the threshold, seeing crates rather than bar patrons. The lights are off and not a single sound echoes through the vast building.

Either he was in the wrong spot….or–

He reaches into his jacket for his gun when the click of a safety unlocking rings in his ears. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” Someone drawls behind him as the barrel of a gun presses against his neck.

Dean slowly raises his hands above his shoulders. He cocks his head slightly, just enough to make out the figure behind him. 

“You haven’t happened to seen a chick around here, have ya?” Dean smiles, his mind racing for a plan as he tries to stall. “I was suppose to meet someone here but I’ve got a feeling she’s standing me up.” Dean smirks, wondering if he spin quick enough to knock the gun from the man’s hand before the guy can get a shot off. 

But before Dean can make a move, the man responds by shoving him forward, putting too much space between him and Dean for Dean to make a move.

“Start walking.” The man orders and Dean keeps his hands raised as he walks further into the warehouse.

As they walk, Dean’s eye scan the room, seeing two possible exits in addition to the door he came through.

But if for some reason Dean wasn’t able to work his way out of this one, he had to hope Cas would somehow realize something’s not right. And if that was his only option, Dean just had to survive until then. 

The two men wander further until two people emerge into view, one dressed in a black peacoat, standing and holding a gun at the slumped figure in the chair next to him. 

Dean’s heart and feet stop all at once. He can’t see her face, Y/H/C hair obscuring her features, but he knows it’s you. 

The man gives Dean another shove, forcing him to keep moving until Dean stands in front of the man he’s been chasing since his mother’s murder twenty-four years ago.

“Ah, Dean, so nice of you to join us.” Crowley’s voice is much lighter than Dean expected and he smiles with ease, like he’s seeing an old friend.

At the mention of Dean’s name, you raise your head, your Y/E/C eyes meeting his–his heart shattering when he takes in the purple swell to your nose and cheeks and the slight trickle of blood on the corner of your mouth.

Dean’s jaw clenches and a fire explodes inside him. He takes a step towards you and Crowley, a deafening ring in his ears before something hard and sharp whips at the back of his head, sending him tumbling to his knees with a hiss as Y/N yells out, “Dean!” 

Dean presses a hand to the back of his head where the pain radiates from, feeling the sticky warmth of his own blood against his fingers. 

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Crowley huffs with a roll of his shoulders. “You didn’t take his gun?” Crowley points with his own weapon to where Dean’s jacket hangs open, revealing the gun hanging below his shoulder.

“Sorry boss,” the man behind Dean apologizes before Crowley stares down at Dean.

“Toss it,” Crowley motions to Dean with his own gun. 

Dean purses his lips, wondering if he has any feasible chance of getting a shot off on Crowley and his guard before getting shot himself.

Crowley sighes deep and frustrated before taking a step towards Y/N and placing the barrel of his gun against your head.

“Now, Dean.” Crowley instructs with a clenched jaw. Dean grounds his teeth at the sight of the weapon at your temple and with one hand, reaches into his jacket and slowly removes the gun from his holster before sliding it across the floor away from both Crowley and his man. 

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Crowley raises his eyebrows, a smile already back on his face as he steps away from Y/N and lowers his gun to his side. 

Crowley shifts from side to side, his demeanor relaxing as he looks down at Dean.

“I was wondering if we would ever have the pleasure to meet, Dean.” Crowley cocks his head. Dean’s jaw clenches, the same thought having passed through his mind since he was seven years old, though he never imagined it like this. 

“Glad we could finally make this happen.” Crowley smiles with open palms, as if he’s finally gotten some friends together for a dinner party. 

“Looks like you went through a lot of trouble to get me here,” Dean glares at Crowley, his eyes glancing to Y/N, your eyes wide and wet as you look down at him.

Crowley chuckles, snapping Dean’s attention back to him.

“Actually, it was no trouble at all.” Crowley quirks. “All I had to do was kill Zazel, and with him out of the way, I knew you would leave precious Y/N over here with no protection,” Crowley waves his gun towards Y/N. “You ‘special agents’ are so predictable, do you know that?” Crowley turns his head, glancing between Dean and Y/N. “Makes my job so much easier.”

Crowley takes a step forward to where Dean is still kneeling on the ground after the blow to his head, the pain still throbbing, but his attention on the Scottish son-of-a-bitch prancing in front of him like he’s putting on a performance. 

Crowley crouches down, his brown eyes matching Dean’s level.

“Tell me, Dean,”  Crowley takes a breath through his nose and glances behind Dean momentarily before finding Dean’s gaze and holding it. “How did it feel, finding the man who killed your mum, dead—and when you were so close to putting him away?” Crowley narrows his eyes and Dean refuses to look away. “When the one thing you’ve wanted most in this world, was once again, taken by me?” Crowley’s lips snarl into a smile, his head twisting to the side slightly. 

“Did it hurt? Burn maybe?” Crowley’s voice begins to rise. Remind you that no matter how hard you try that I will alwaysown you?” Crowley’s voice rings out through the warehouse, spit flying in Dean’s face, but he doesn’t flinch. 

Crowley takes a deep breath, his body heaving. 

“Because I do own you, Dean.” Crowley tips his head, his tone sharp and icy. “From the moment Zazel killed dear ‘ole mummy,”

“Dean,” Y/N’s warning voice cuts through Crowley, but the two men ignore you, having not heard, or not cared. Dean’s nostrils flare and his stomach twists as his hands ball into fists. Crowley can even hear the grinding of his teeth, Dean’s clenching his jaw so tight. 

“Your entire life has been revolving around me.” Crowley regains his composure. “And it’s going to end with me.” 

Dean snaps and his body lunges towards Crowley, but before he can make any contact a sharp pain radiates through his body as he topples onto the floor, Y/N’s voice emanating around the pain, but all he can focus on is the burn in his ribs. 

Crowley huffs and stands up, nodding to his guard before the man winds up and delivers another blow to Dean’s chest with the toe of his boot. Dean’s entire body lurches from the impact and his body rolls against the concrete. 

“Dean!” Y/N screams as Dean clutches his side, coughing despite the fact that he can’t find a morsel of air in his lungs. He pushes his hands under his chest, trying to find his strength, but a boot lands hard on his back, stomping him to the ground.

“Crowley, please stop!” Y/N scream. Crowley peers over his shoulder at you with his eyebrows raised. He looks you over with a curious gaze before licking his lips and fully facing you.

“What did you expect to happen when you called Dean here, hm?” Crowley clucks. “That the two of you would ride off into the sunset.” Y/N quickly turns away from Crowley’s gaze, knowing exactly what was going to happened the minute you dialed Dean’s number. But that was when this was all theoretical. Now Dean was in front of you, blood trickling from his lips and an angry panic in his eyes. 

Crowley’s body bounces with a laugh.

“But I suppose a deal’s a deal. Your life for Dean’s.” Crowley reaches into his pocket and steps behind your chair. You feel a tug on your wrists before that burning pain that had been plaguing your skin dissipates. You swing your arms around, instantly cupping your bleeding wrists, thankful to have an excuse not to look at Dean at the mention of your treachery. 

Crowley steps in front of you and you look up at him, your lips set in a hard line as Dean watches the two of you from the floor, hoping for any type of distraction that would give him even three seconds to turn this entire situation around. 

When you don’t move, Crowley cocks an eyebrow.

“In case you didn’t get the hint, love, you’re free to go,” Crowley smirks down at you. “Unless, of course, you’d like to stay and watch me murder your boyfriend.” Crowley tilts his head, keeping your gaze.

Dean peers over his shoulder, the guard’s gun still pointing down at him, but his attention on Y/N and Crowley. 

If he was gonna take any shot at escaping, this had to be it.

With a quick push, Dean spins his body across the floor, ignoring the burning of his bruised body as he kicks his leg out, knocking the guard’s gun from his hand and sending it sliding across the room. 

“What’s the–” before the guard can react, Dean’s already flinging himself from the ground and wrapping his arms around the man’s waist, driving his feet into the ground as he tackles the both of them to the floor, Dean falling on top of the two. 

Crowley and Y/N’s head snap to the commotion and watch as Dean raises his fist and lands a blow to the guard’s face, sending a wailing grunt through the warehouse. Dean winds up again, but the guard throws an elbow to Dean’s jaw, sending him flailing back as Dean grip’s the guard’s collar, bringing him with Dean before Dean manages to land a jab to the man’s nose, sending him off balance and falling away from Dean.

“For the love of all things holy,” Crowley huffs and raises his gun to Dean’s back.

Y/N’s eyes go wide as you watch Crowley cock back the hammer and steady his aim.

“No!” Y/N screams, lunging from your seat and throwing your body into Crowley, sending him stumbling as a shot rings out in your ears, blocking out all other sounds as you fall to your knees. 

Dean flinches at the shot, and turns his body, having heard your scream. You’re hunched on the ground, a hand pressed to your ear. 

“Y/N!” Dean makes a move towards you, but he’s suddenly tackled from behind, sending him flying to the ground as a blow to his skull sends him reeling.

The world swirls around you as a piercing ring echoes through your skull. You rub at your ear, trying to make is disappear, but despite the wailing in your ears, you still hear the heavy footsteps as they appear behind you.  

You try to crawl, knowing Crowley is close, but a foot stomps on your ankle, your scream the only sound you now hear as a sharp burn claws up your leg, the pain pounding against your skin, desperately trying to escape. You fold your leg into your chest, clutching at your ankle, hoping your fingers can somehow ease the nauseating pain that is scorching from within you.

Crowley steps into your line of view as warm tears stream down your face. He squats besides you, his jaw tight and nostrils flared, taking a moment before his brown eyes lock with yours. 

“I’ve had just about enough of you, love.” His spit flies in your face. “Consider our deal terminated.” 

Crowley raises his gun and presses the barrel between your eyes. 

You suck in a breath, and before you can even close your eyes, a shot rings out. Blood splatters across your face and Crowley’s expression goes blank before his body collapses onto the ground next to you. 

Your lungs stop as you stare at Crowley’s defeated figure, blood pouring from his head, pooling around him and seeping into his jacket.

Your chest heaves at the sight and your stomach fists into knots.

“Oh god,” you breath out, rolling yourself away from the grisly sight. 

A hand lands on your shoulder and you gasp as you pivot to the side, your heart pounding against your chest as green eyes find yours.

“Hey, hey, hey,” your eyes go wild, searching behind Dean for Crowley’s man, confused as to how Dean can suddenly be by your side.

Dean’s hands wrap around your shoulders, the side of a gun in his left hand pressing against your sleeve. Your eyes glance down at the weapon, but Dean’s grip gives you a shake, forcing you to look at him.

“Are you okay?” His free hand brushes over your face and into your hair, pushing away the disheveled heap as his eyes scan your face. You glance over your shoulder at Crowley’s crumbled body, the blood flowing into tributaries around him. 

“Hey.” Dean’s hand gently glides your attention back to him. “Look at me,” Dean instructs, his green eyes somehow vibrant against his bloodied face. 

“Are you okay?” He says slowly this time, his eyes boring into yours. Your lips part, but all that leaves them is a gasp before you crumple against Dean’s chest, tears pouring from your eyes onto his shirt, the same shirt he had been wearing when you saw him in this morning.

His arms tighten around your shoulders as he holds you against him, his head resting on top of your as you sob.

“It’s okay,” he runs a hand down the back of your head. “It’s gonna be okay.” His voice is soft, his lips murmuring against your hair. “It’s all over.” 

His lips press against your temple.

“It’s all over.”

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Also if you look closely Harry and Uma stay together — in arms reach — when they’re gathering weapons:

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