Pairing : Sam x Plussize!Reader (Eventual), Garth x Reader (briefly), Sam x Random bar girl (briefly), Dean, Benny, Jo, Gadreel
Word count : 2,363
Warnings : date night starts off good, then goes sideways. Sexual acts (blink and it’s gone), possessive Sam, sweet Garth, Jo’s just trying to do her job, Reader fights back -eye for an eye, or lay for a lay.
Part 5 of The Mobster’s girl.
Your weekend was fairly quiet, but come Monday morning, you were anxious. You had looked outside for your car when you woke up, but that damn new one still sat in your spot. You were currently nursing a coffee and almost regretting throwing the keys in his face. Because you were pretty sure he’d not bother, considering how you screamed at him, and that left you two choices. Call in, and spend your day trying to find a car you could afford, which was none. Or take the bus until you could save up enough to buy a car. And taking the bus meant you had to leave in ten minutes or be late.
You sighed, accepting that you weren’t getting your car back and put your mug down. As you started to stand, there was a knock on your door. “That better be my car.” You said, loud enough for whoever it was to hear you.
You pulled the door open, and there stood Benny. “Morning.” he greeted you. He was wearing his usual hat, but it wasn’t pulled down over his face as much, this time. He held up a key.
“Wrong car. Try again.” You slammed the door in his face and headed back to your kitchen, putting all your things together to head out to work.
You heard your door open, and footfalls enter your apartment. You spun around to start yelling at him, but the sheer size of the man who walked into the room had you speechless. “This is your car.” He slammed the key onto the table. “Take it.”
“I told you I wanted my car, Mystery man. The one I bought when I was in college. I want it back.”
“No can do, sweetheart. It doesn’t exist anymore.”
“You scrapped my car!?”
“Barely.” He scoffed. “It was a piece of shit, I did you a favor.”
You clenched your jaw. “I loved that car.”
“Love doesn’t keep a car moving, sweetheart.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off when he raised his hand. “I had my mechanic look at it. You’re car was just about finished. Just take the new car. I bought it for you, it’s yours.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart.” You grabbed your purse and shoved past him. “And get the fuck out, I need to leave if I’m going to make it on time, since I’m stuck with taking the bus.”
“Are you always this fucking stubborn?” He asked, his tone revealing just how frustrating he was.
“Are you always this fucking arrogant?” You spun on him.
“Yes.” Benny mumbled from by the door.
“I don’t want your car and I don’t want your fucking money. I want you to get the fuck out of my house and leave me alone!” His jaw clenched, but he made no move to leave. “What do you want!?” You screamed at him, ignoring the pounding that came from upstairs.
He grabbed the key, and grabbed your hand, placing the key in it and shutting your hand around it. “I want you to take the fucking car.”
“Get out.” You growled up at him defiantly. “And leave me the fuck alone.”
That had been three weeks ago. You were stuck with the damn car, but at least nothing else was being sent to you. No more gifts from your mystery man. You were both relieved and sad. Some small part of you loved the idea of a man, especially one that good looking, taking care of you. But it was a very small part.
Tonight, you had a date. Your first one in a while. You were anxious, because the guy wanted to go to Purgatory. You tried convincing him to go elsewhere, that there was someone you were avoiding there, but he reassured you that he knew the owner, and if this ‘asshole’ was there, he could get him tossed out for you. It sounded like more bravado than promise, but maybe you’d get lucky and your Mystery man just wouldn’t be there. One of your friends from work who went there often had never seen the man you described, so he obviously wasn’t there all the time.
You were in a tight black dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves better, and heels. “He’s cute.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror. “He seems nice, and he’s cute. You deserve nice and cute. It could work. At the very least, you get laid tonight and never hear from him again. And is that really so- oh god, why am I talking to myself.” You turned and walked away from the mirror.
An hour later, you were walking into the club, and you saw him sitting by the bar. Smiling you made your way over. “Hey, Garth.”
He grinned as he stood. “Wow, you look- wow.” He chuckled, and you blushed.
“Thanks.”
As you sat down next to him, the bartender from the last time came over and put drinks in front of you both. “Thanks, Jo.” She gave him a nod, but gave you an unreadable look as she walked away. “Sorry, I kinda have a regular drink, I hope you don’t mind.”
You smiled. “Not at all.” It was a dark liquid in a tall glass, you expected maybe jack and coke, but when you took a sip you glanced down at it then back at him. “Is this just a coke?”
He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, honestly, I’m not a big drinker. I just figured, this is kinda what people do, and maybe you’d like a drink to ease into it.” He shrugged. “But I figure, start off with this for a first drink. Maybe it’ll reassure you I’m not some weirdo.”
“Little bit of a weirdo.” the fingers you showed him were virtually touching. “But it’s probably because of the coke as a first drink. Plus, if you weren’t I might not be here.” He smiled at that and took a sip of his own drink as he watched you drink yours. “Besides, I think I like this not drinking thing. Maybe I’ll join you in that for tonight.”
He grinned. “You don’t have to do that.” Garth really was very sweet. He was interesting, and yet interested in you. Small touches here and there, but never once making you feel uncomfortable or pushing you in any way. He seemed to be genuinely happy just to have you there and talking with him, though there were the slightly seductive undertones that appeared from time to time, but “Hey, you started it.”
You laughed, hand gently touching his thigh for a moment, and then you excused yourself to the restroom. Time had flown by in his presence, you had been sitting there just talking and laughing for two hours.
After doing your business, you took a moment in the mirror and bit your bottom lip. Tonight was going good. Best night in months, really. You smiled to yourself, cheeks flushing red as you thought of what could come later. Taking a deep breath, you washed your hands, and headed back out after drying them.
Your smiled at him as you got back on the stool. “Okay, so I know this is probably very forward of me, and I can’t even blame the alcohol for this, but would you like to get out of here?”
He gave you a sweet but reserved smile, and yours faded instantly. “I’d like to-”
“But?”
He looked down for a second. “You didn’t tell me you were Sam’s girl.”
Your brow furrowed. “Who?”
He looked up again. “Sam Winchester?”
You shrugged. “I have no idea who that is. Nor am I anyone’s girl.”
“He owns this place.” He motioned up towards the second floor. You glanced up, and you could see Benny moving around. “Sorry, but Sam is one person who’s bad side I don’t want to be on. Jo says you were here to see him a few weeks ago.”
You turned your glare on Jo as she served people drinks and avoided looking at you. “Yeah, and I told him to leave me the fuck alone.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but he put the word out. You’re his.” He told you honestly. “I had a great time otherwise.” He smiled, and you nodded sadly. “Need a ride home?”
“Nope. Probably going to have that drink now. Or twelve.”
“Go easy, and be safe.” He gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek then nodded to Jo before he got up and left.
You sat there seething for a moment. But when Jo put a beer in front of you, you snapped. “That pompous son of a bitch!” People turned as you got up and headed for the stairs. Gadreel stepped in front of the stairs, but you put a hand to his chest and gave him a shove. “Out of my fucking way.”
Gadreel looked up at Benny who appeared at the top of the stairs. Benny nodded to the man, but took your arm in his hand when you tried to pass him. “He ain’t taking visitors right now, ‘cher.”
“Where the fuck is he?”
Dean emerged from another room, and took one look at Benny trying to calm you down, and glanced to the room he knew his brother was in. And you just happened to catch that glance. “You don’t want to go in there.” Benny warned you.
“Like hell I don’t.” You shoved him off you and stormed to the door.
Throwing it open, you froze for a second. It wasn’t an office, it was a bedroom. And Sam was in the middle of the bed completely naked while some girl you had seen by the bar earlier rode him. He glanced over at you, and in that moment, rage filled your every fiber.
You moved in swift strides until you were next to the bed, and before the woman could react, you grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked her off of him, her body hitting the floor. “Get out.” You growled at her.
“Who the-”
“GET. OUT!” You screamed in her face and watched her scramble to pick up her clothes and rush out the door.
“Got to say, I never took you for the jealous type.” Sam smirked.
“If I’m not getting laid tonight, you’re not getting laid tonight.” You growled at him and started for the door.
“No one said you couldn’t get laid.” He held out his arms.
“Fuck you, Sam.”
“So you finally learned my name. I’m going to miss Mystery Man.”
“What is wrong with you?” You turned to face him again. “I tell you to leave me alone, and you tell everyone I’m yours? I’m not yours!”
“No, but you will be.” His face was dead calm as he said it.
“Well, Sam, get use to fucking your hand, because the more you interfere in my life, the more I’ll interfere in yours. And I’m as vindictive as I am fat when I need to be.” You stormed back out the door, growling out “Move.” to his brother who had been listening in.
You sat at the bar and Jo shook her head at you, handing you a fresh beer, and your purse that you had left behind when you stormed up. “That wasn’t smart.” She warned you.
“Fuck you, too.” You growled, taking the bottle and downing half of it in one go.
“I’m just doing my job.” She shook her head and walked away.
You let out a sigh and tried to keep from bursting into tears. This was insane, right? Who did this asshole think he was? You shouldn’t have accepted any of it. You should have tried harder to find him and tell him off sooner, because now he was acting like he owned you. “I’m an idiot.” You muttered into your bottle before drinking from it again.
“I’ll say.” Came a woman’s voice from behind you. “I don’t know who you think you are, but-”
“Really not the best time for that, honey.” You closed your eyes and tried to ignore her standing so close behind you.
“After what you just did to me? Humiliating me like that?”
You turned your head a bit, glancing at her. “You really should just leave me alone right now. Last warning.”
“Fine. I’ll just go back up there, and I’ll fuck your precious boyfriend until he forgets who you are.” She moved more to your side, smiling smugly at the rise she could see she was getting from you. “Because Sam Winchester belongs to everyone.”
You hopped of the stool, and grabbed her hair once again, slamming her face against the bar. “Listen up, cunt nugget. If he wants to say I’m his, then he’s mine. I catch you anywhere near him, and I’ll break your fucking face, do you understand me?” She nodded and whimpered, so you flung her back again and she landed on her ass on the floor. “SPREAD THE FUCKING WORD!” You yelled at her, and everyone who was watching.
“It doesn’t work that way, sweetie.” Jo told you quietly.
“It does now.”
Sam smirked as he buttoned up his shirt and watched the scene unfold at the bar below. “Sammy, this is getting a bit out of hand.”
“She’s perfect, Dean.”
“She wants nothing to do with you.”
“She doesn’t want the money.” He looked down at you in awe. “Everything I gave her, everything I offer she turns it down. She wants passion.”
“Sam-”
“Did you listen, not just to what she said but how she said it?” He looked at his brother as he started tucking in his shirt. “That girl.” He pointed. “Is all about passion.” He grinned. “Now I know what she wants. And how to win her.”
“That girl, is going to kill you before she lets you near her.”
“Then she’s perfect for the family.” He watched as you glared up at him and he smiled. His smile seemed to piss you off even more. You grabbed your purse and stormed out of the bar. “Benny? Get her home safe.”
“Yes, Sir.”
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