Michael in the Bathroom

This is my entry for @chaos-and-the-calm67 ’s song challenge, aka ¡¡Bev’s Song Challenge!! And I absolutely loved writing this!! @willowing-love wanted to know when I finished it so yeah she’s tagged. It’s a Dean x Reader with 1,256 words (pretty good, I think) so enjoy! Kinda steamy, if that’s a warning, and an almost-drugged drink if that counts too. ________

You walked into the honky tonk with swaying hips and a killer queen attitude. Texas sure had its perks, the bars being top notch and the men just as good, if not better. You loved Texas for more than that, though. You loved the sunsets that made you think you were in heaven, bringing back memories from that time you died. But that’s another story that had to with a certain bowlegged hunter you knew.

Speaking of him, you haven’t seen him or his little brother in a while. You had worked with them time and time again, enjoying the company of Mr. Bowlegged Lady’s Man more than you should. You don’t like attachment. Attachment leads to pain, and all hunters get more than their fair share of pain. You don’t want more than what is required, so you didn’t really stay with the same people multiple times.

“Hey there darlin’,” a younger-looking cowboy waltzed up to you not even a minute after you walked through the door. He was good-looking, farmer’s tan complete with the button-up and Wrangler jeans. You knew his type, you’ve had plenty. “Wanna dance?” What could it hurt? You knew how to line-dance like you were born and bred surrounded by yellow Texas sunflowers.

“Take the lead, cowboy.” He smirked at you as he took one hand gingerly and led you to the dancefloor.

After a couple songs, you told the guy that you needed a few drinks and as expected, he offered to pay. ‘A little more money in my pocket,’ you reasoned as you let the Southerner buy you a round. “What would you like, pretty lady?” He was sure gonna press his luck tonight.

Feeling adventurous, you decide to go for something Dean had told you about once. “A purple nurple would suffice, thanks. Just let me go to the restroom real quick.” You head off to the restroom.

You came back a minute or two later and from a distance, you saw Cowboy getting into a heated confrontation with some guy in an oversize leather jacket and worn pair of jeans. Wondering what was being said, you cautiously went closer to investigate.

“… I saw you put something in that lady’s drink!” Wait…. That couldn’t be. “I don’t know why you think you can just stroll in here and make accusations like that. I would never!” “We both saw it, man. And we’re not gonna sit around while you prepare to get your way with some poor unsuspecting woman.” It was.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Of all the people to be here, it had to be them. What were the chances?

“Hey sweet thang, mind telling these men to mind their own? They’re tryna ruin our fun.” Cowboy spoke up as he saw you walking back towards your seat at the bar. The accusers turned to where Cowboy was directing his voice and their eyes went wide. You had never went to bars with them to celebrate. You didn’t want the liquid courage to betray your brain while with the elder Winchester, so they were surprised to see you cleaned up so well. The boys were still gobsmacked, and you weren’t mistaken when you saw a little bit of drool on Dean’s face. You had picked the right outfit tonight, that’s for sure.

“What seems to be the problem, gentlemen? Piano know something I don’t?” You gave Dean the code for ‘I heard everything’ and you could see something ease behind his eyes. “Well these two just walked in ‘bout a minute ago and think they saw me put something in your drink while you were in the lady’s room. I’ve tried to tell them politely to mind their own, but don’t seem to grasp the concept.”

His Southern drawl was strong and probably made the ladies fall over him. That line paired with the sound of his voice probably worked on others, but not for you. “Well for your information Cowboy, I’ve known these two stellar men far longer than I’ve known you, and trust their word more than some random guy I met at the bar. So I think it’s best you go.”

His face fell and looked like he wanted to throw a few punches, but by the looks of it, valued his pretty face too much. He knew that picking a fight with these two would be suicide so he walked out of the bar dejected.

Once he was out of the front door, Dean turned to you, something soft in his eyes. “You okay, Y/N?” You nod as Sam pipes up with a good idea. “Want me to get a few beers?” You and Dean both nod and Sam turns toward the bar. You hear a familiar guitar riff playing on the jukebox and your eyes light up.

“Oh no, sweetheart, you know I don’t dance.” If he didn’t want to dance, you’d make him want to dance.

“She was a fast machine She kept her motor clean She was the best damn woman I had ever seen She had the sightless eyes Telling me no lies Knockin’ me out with those American thighs,”

You walked seductively to a spot on the dancefloor where Dean could still see you, making sure to move your hips more than usual. You pretended to grind on a person who wasn’t behind you, keeping your eyes on Dean’s reactions. You could see his eyes roaming your body. Your plan was working. You crooked a finger in a ‘come hither’ motion, following it with a turn, giving him a view of your backside as you spun.

“Taking more than her share Had me fighting for air She told me to come but I was already there”

He was behind you in an instant, hands on your hips, breath hot on your neck. He whispered the lyrics in your ear in a tone that you had never heard. ‘So this was how he talked to the women before…’ Your thoughts were pushed aside as his grip on you loosened, grabbing your hands.

“'Cause the walls start shaking The earth was quaking My mind was aching And we were making it and you Shook me all night long Yeah you shook me all night long”

He twirled you with skill you never knew he possessed. ‘I don’t dance my ass.’ You thought with a grin. “What’s so funny?” Dean asked as he brought you to face him, noticing the smile on your face getting wider. “I never thought I would be in a honky tonk dancing with Dean Winchester.” “I never thought I’d ever see you this sexy outside of my dreams.”

You arched an eyebrow. “You dreamed about this?” This was news to you. “More than you know.” His voice was husky. “Well at least you know that dreams come true.” You winked at the elder Winchester and you saw the look in his eyes go feral. “Not all of them.” “Then let’s get outta here and I’ll be your genie in a bottle.”

Dean instantly grabbed one hand and started guiding you to the door, passing Sam before you got to the door. “Thanks for the beer Sammy,” Dean grabbed the two beer bottles from his younger brother’s hands in one, keeping his hold on you. Like you were gonna want to let go of Dean’s calloused hand. Nope.

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