Babyface. {DeanxReader Part: 2}
Summary: A continuation to this fanfic,
You were the last to leave the arena the night of a heavy storm. Majority of the make-up department had bolted minutes after the show ended to avoid driving in the rain. To your misfortune, Leslie forgot to leave you the key to the rental car and it was far too late to schedule a new ride. You huddled under the venue awning as the rain streamed around it. Clutching onto your suitcase to prevent it from blowing with the rapid wind, you use your free hand to check for an available uber or taxi on your phone. However, with the harsh weather conditions it looked unfortunate for you. Lightning suddenly strikes through the air followed by a roaring rumble that startles your balance. You faintly curse to yourself as you frantically collect your belongings and hurry back inside of the venue. Your eyes are glued to your phone when he spots you from the corridor. He notices your hair a bit damp and your jacket coated with spots from the rain. He clears his throat, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he makes his way towards you. "(Y/N)..?" You pluck your attention away from your phone as you turn towards the raspy voice, the knot in your stomach slowly forming. "Dean, Hi!" His matted curls reflect off his forehead as he cocks his head to the side. "What're you still doing here?" Sighing, you refresh the uber app on your phone in hopes of any availability of a driver. "Leslie rode with Stephanie and took my rental key with her. I'm hoping to get an uber within the next hour." Scoffing, Dean grasps your suitcase and juts his chin toward the door. "C'mon." "I'm sorry?" You ask, a little dumbfounded. He's halfway out the door while rolling your luggage behind him. "Let's go, kid. I don't wanna hit traffic." It takes you a moment to comprehend what is occurring and the pit in your stomach begins to fasten when he's holding the door open for you. You follow Dean out to the awning where he pauses when he's aware of the rain pouring rapidly. He turns to you, sliding his backpack off and placing it beside your feet, chuckling at your dingy Sk8-Hi top vans. "M'gonna go get the car, stay put." He states, throwing his hoodie over his head before jogging down the parking lot. You stand there awkwardly, intellectually attempting to tame all the swift thoughts in your head. It's not long until he's pulling the car in front of you, drawing you away from your mental diary. You go to gather up the bags only to be stopped by Dean. "Nah, I got it. Go warm up in the car." He says, taking your suitcase and swinging his backpack over his shoulder. You were about to thank him until another voice echoed from the parking lot. "Dean, hey! Wait up man!" Seth calls jogging through the pouring shower. "What's so important that you needed to Baywatch through a storm? Couldn't you have texted me?" Dean chuckles. Seth immediately scoffs, unaware of your presence as you keep hidden behind Dean's larger figure. "You barely know how to work a phone, don't kid yourself." It's when Dean shrugs his shoulders that Seth finds a glance of your appearance, slightly embarrassed that he assumed he interrupted a moment between you and Dean. "Oh, hey (Y/N). Didn't expect to see ya there." You give him a slight smile, feeling a bit awkward. Seth turns to Dean, mumbling "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" In hopes of it being a faint whisper but you're aware of the words even with the rain becoming heavier. Dean shakes his curls, clearing his throat to cut the tension. "Nah, just giving the kid a ride home. Didn't want her stranded here." He says, before nudging Seth. "What's up though?" Seth gives you and Dean an uncertain look, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Just, uh, wanted to see if we were still up for the gym tomorrow." Dean nods, giving Seth a pat to the shoulder. "Yeah man, of course." "Great! Well you guys have a goodnight, I'll see you tomorrow man." Seth asserts before politely excusing himself back to his car. Dean's attention turns back towards you as another struck of lightning appears through the sky. "C'mon, before the rain gets any worse." -- "So." Seth grunts, benching a weight against his chest as Dean spots above him. "Did she give you a ride?" Dean scoffs, peering down at his sweaty friend. "What're you talkin' about?" Seth continues pressing the weights to his chest not phased by Dean's dismal. "(Y/N)." "What about her?" Dean questions. Another grunt escapes from Seth's lips while he lifts the metal bar up and down in a routine. "Listen, she's cute there's no argument there but you need to be careful." Dean's hands hoist the bar back onto the plate holder. "What are you getting at Seth?" "Look, when you were graduating high school, she was celebrating her 8th birthday." He says sternly, catching Dean completely off guard. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. You think I'm trying to nail the kid?" He spits. Seth throws his hands up defensively, refusing to stir the pot. "As your friend, I'm telling you people talk around here." "And? What if I was interested in her? What are they going to do? Do a shoot interview about me?" Dean says, clearly annoyed at this point. "I'm just saying man," Seth begins calmly. "It just doesn't look right. A 20 year old girl dating a 31 year old guy. How do you think the media would see it? Let alone if management found out, you'd be pulled from live shows immediately. Not to mention meet and greets, signings, press con-" "Okay, I get it." Dean cuts his friend off, irritated by all the possibilities of what could happen to his career. "I'm just trying to look out for you." Seth objects, going back to his routine. Dean sat there momentarily shaming himself for even thinking about possibly asking a girl on a date. He excuses himself from the facility, mentioning to Seth he was going to hit the showers. He surged down the hallway, avoiding anyone in sight as they were possibility already gossiping about his encounter with a girl half his age. It's when he hears the delicate voice from behind him that stops him in his path. Your sneakers scuffed against the pavement as you caught up to Dean, a little out of breath as he was walking at a fast pace. "I just wanted to thank you for yesterday." You begin, smiling through a breathy statement. He nods his head with no words followed, goggling his eyes at anyone looking insight. "I mean, it's not everyday that a guy takes care of you when you're drunk and offers you a ride to your hotel the next day." You smile, blabbering on. He's mentally praying that no one is looking longer than a glance. "Yeah, well, maybe it'll be a reoccurring thing when find a guy your own age." He states bluntly, avoiding eye contact with you. His clear expression leaves a slight sting to your esteem and you try your hardest to dismiss it. "Right. Well, I was thinking maybe we cou-" "We?" He snaps, finally making eye contact with you. His sudden cold shoulder recoils your stance, and you immediately want to dig yourself a hole to crawl into. "Listen, kid." He says harshly, a little overwhelmed by longing stares from a few divas and talent agents. "Maybe, you took my kindness out of context but, I'm not interested. There's plenty of guys down in the rookie playpen though." You roll your lips between your teeth, pressing down unpleasantly as you hold back a few tears. You mentally beg yourself not to cry, not to make an even bigger fool in front of him. You clear your throat awkwardly, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. "Right, I-uh, I guess I got a little ahead of myself." You mutter. "I apologize." Dean nods in acceptance, trying his hardest to not apologize for being an asshole as people were still staring at the two of you. "Glad we're on the same page, I'll see ya around kid."
