#3 bosses 2 subway 1 mafia

[demongrunge]

comfort characters: subway bosses

character that only causes discomfort: tony soprano

[jay-and-dean]

I don’t need you  Chapter 1 : Damsel in distress.

Dean x reader

Summary : She’s a warrior, she’s a loner. Nothing can stop her, nothing ever had. She doesn’t need Dean, does she ?

This is a request by @magssteenkamp​ that I decided to turn to a serie :

“Okay, how about a Dean x Reader that is a tomboy badass Hunter think Selene from Underworld without being a vampire. That has Dean off his game because she’s not someone he can save she’s not the damsel in distress. She could have become a hunter because vampires, killed her family and now she gets a little scary when she’s up against them fluttering Dean and turning him on… Of course, smut must be in this story you write it so well. Now, go make Dean sweat, every time he sees her drinking whiskey neat like it’s nothing. Can’t wait to see what you come up with.” 

Serie Warnings : Swearing (duh). Mention of death. Smut, probably all kind from rough to fluffy, I’ll precise in the chapters if there are specific warnings. Fluff. Angst of course.

Words : 3.2k

Note :  I have no idea how many chapters it will be yet because I have 2 possible endings in mind. One version is like 3 chapters, the other is like 10 chapters, haha. I guess it depends if you guys like it. 

I’ll try to stick to the 3k rule, like for Rescue You

If everything goes as planned, you’ll get one chapter every wednesday. 

***Want to read more ? => MASTERLIST***

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Dean’s Pov

City isn’t my favorite playground. I’m used to shitty little motels in shitty little towns. I’m used to silence and forests, at least for hunts.

And above all, I’m used to night being night. Those lights are killing me and I can’t get rest.

My hand on my stomach, watching the ceiling, I try to ignore the woman screaming lame pornographic sounds in the room above us. Judging by how much she fakes it, I think the guy with her is really not good.

Will those sirens stop at some point ?

Even if we hunted in big cities before, we rarely had to stay in the center of it for long. I miss the bunker, I miss home, and I miss baby. Parking her here is nearly impossible, and pretty dangerous for her, so we left her alone and we take the damn bus.

I hate the bus. Obviously.

This hunt is a mess. And as everything in this city, it’s too big. For four weeks now, we have been following a lead and it just feels like it’s never ending.

Is it possible that vampires are organized in an authentic mafia here ?

How Sam and I are supposed to fight it ? Those fuckers recruit and abduct young people… Two hundred and sixty eight teens have been declared missing in what, three or four months ? Even Sam is out of his depth.

The woman stops screaming and I close my eyes in relief. I try to think of the last time I had fun with a woman, a few weeks ago… Now it feels like ages.

Sam is sleeping and I just wish I could do the same, but this stupid window has no curtain, and it’s bright like the middle of the afternoon out there.

We found a hunter bar, finally, and asked for help. We need someone who knows this place. But the bar was mostly empty, and that doesn’t look good. I remember the barman’s face when we asked for some name, a phone number, anything… for someone that could help us. He chuckled, and sais he knew someone, the best ; he said we could find that hunter at some subway station tomorrow night.

So we wait.

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           Freaking subway. Dark and smelly. Sam is leaning on the tiles, waiting for someone to show. I don’t even dare touching those walls, hands in the pockets of my jeans, I look at the steam coming out of my mouth, my head low in my shoulders, trying to ignore the cold.

“This is stupid” I sigh. “We don’t even have a name, a description, anything.”

“The barman said we’ll know Dean, be patient” my brother mumbles, looking at every person passing by like a weirdo.

“Patient ! One hour, Sammy ! And this music !”

A group of young people are listening to very shitty music there, laughing like hyenas, and I am about to lose it.

           Suddenly, their behavior change, and they start to whistle, pointing at a young lady coming down the stairs. She’s wearing a long coat with a large hood on her head, hiding most of her face, and she’s looking for something in her purse, cursing and hurrying, clearly late to go somewhere.

           When she barely watch where she goes and almost miss the last step, my back straightens. She looks clumsy and really not careful, I’m afraid the little morons will bother her.

“Hey kitten !” they call her. “Kitty kitty kitty…”

I look at Sam and he gets ready to fight.

Fucking city.

“Hey ! Leave her alone !” I say and the boys laugh at me, grabbing the woman by the arm.

           We were here for vampires, but a damsel in distress needs us, so Sam and I start to walk toward the young people. The music is loud, some electro shit, and I can’t wait to break their speaker.

           When the boys who had grabbed the woman’s arm tugs at it, she suddenly turns on herself in one smooth but swift movement, leaving him with just the coat in his hand.

           This goes so fast I’m barely registering what’s happening. The lady is wearing clothes that makes my brain go blank for a second : very skinny jeans with freaking thigh holsters holding guns, and a tight black corset.

           Who is that woman ?

           Grabbing her coat with snake speed, she throws it at the boy’s head and hit his knee so hard it bends in the wrong way.

           Sam stops walking, frozen in place. And I bet he’s like me… asking himself who needs help after all.

           She grabs a gun at her thigh and shoots one of the boys right in the head, the silencer barely preventing the echo making us all jump in surprise.

“Wh-…” I start but the young men shows their teeth and I realize they have been the vampire all along.

One of them manage to hit her face, and before Sam or I can move, she hits him back, making him stumble back. He has no time to move before she reaches the thin machete she was hiding in her back and makes his head roll on the floor, falling on the railroad.

           With a few more quick an expert movements, she kills all of them, except a coward, who tries running for his life in our direction, the exit direction.

           I stop him with my fist in his stomach and he falls on the floor.

“Wait !” the woman says. “Leave him alive.”

She walks toward us, her hips swaying and blood all over her perfect cleavage. I’m fascinated, and I must admit to myself, even if I wouldn’t say it out loud, even to Sam : a little horny… What the fuck is happening here ?

She squats and grabs his dirty hair to make him look up at her.

“I will need to talk to your boss” she says.

“He will tear you to pieces, bitch !”

She punches him.

“We’ll see, bitch” she answers and the boy starts to whine, now looking mostly pathetic.

“Please, don’t kill me, I can give you money, I… I can give you eternal life… Or drugs ? You want drugs ?”

She sighs.

“Let be clear, Jimmy…” she says and his eyes widen.

“How do you know my name !”

“I know everything about you little shit, and about your nest… About Holloway. Now where can I find him ?” she states, hitting the vampire’s head on the floor.

“If I tell you…” he answers in a pitiful whine. “He will find me, he will kill me.”

She points the bloody machete on his neck, and starts to dig it slowly in his skin, making him cry out in pain.

“The club !” he screams. “The H club ! I-it is his club, but you won’t be able to enter ! Only vampires can enter !”

“Only vampires ?” she smirks, making my blood run both cold and boiling at how fierce she looks. “Good, Jimmy, you just earn a day of life. Get up, little shit. You follow me without saying a word, and you might live a little more.”

She gets up and harshly tie his arms behind his back.

“Winchesters ?” she asks, and it takes a few seconds before Sam and I answer, still stunned by how impressive she is.

“Y-yeah…” I stammer.

“Winchesters… Seriously…” the vampire sighs, but we all ignore him.

“Joe said you were looking for me” she looks behind her at the mess of corpses and blood. “You still want to help with this ?”

Sam nods, I’m too caught up in her aura.

“Okay, hold this fucker while I burn this mess.”

           And she does ! With a flask from her purse, she stands before the bodies and say some incantation before she puts a few drops of that weird golden liquid on the corpses. The second she does, body after body –or body parts-, they turn to ashes suddenly, leaving no sign of the slaughter that happened here.

           She grabs her heavy coat and dusts it.

“Y-you sure know how to get rid of a body !” Sam says, his eyes widened.

We totally need that.

“Yeah, so don’t piss me off” she gives us a corner, grabbing Jimmy by the arm to walk to the exit, putting her coat back on.

           Sam and I look at each other in disbelief, before we follow her like puppies, reaching the street. We jog to join her and I search her face before I speak.

“We never told the barman who we were, how do you know ?” I ask following her quick steps.

“I’m not reckless, Dean” she says. “And I’m not stupid. When he described the two men looking for me, I thought most hunters would have given up, so with the grumpy, flannel, big guys especially the one with longer hair description, I checked the city cameras for a 67 Impala, and I was right.”

“You’re good” Sam states, impressed.

“I heard you’re too” she chuckles, her smile knocking my heart out.

Reader’s Pov

           “Taxi !” I call with my free hand in the air and the car stops.

“You’re going to take the… vampire… in a cab ?” Sam worries, his voice low, like someone was paying attention to us, but no one is.

“Well, I have to bring him home” I just say.

What can I had, honestly, walking the streets with monsters at my arm has become a habit of mine.

           When we sit on the backseat, I get my gun and dig it in Jimmy’s ribs through my coat, until I hear him whine in pain. I keep my eyes on him, threatening eyes.

           Jimmy Jimmy… I looked for you everywhere for a few months. And I’m not disappointed in you. Son of a middle class dentist, afraid of death since childhood, seen a shrink for four years because of that, hypochondriac, anxious… Turned into a vampire at seventeen in 1984, the perfect cure of this fear of dying : immortality.

I knew how bad you wanted to live little shit, I knew I could get you to talk. Anything but dying right ? Because, as you  told Dr Stenvens in 1980 : “Dying is forever.”

*******

           “Welcome to my place” I say, opening the creaking door of my apartment.

I know they will probably pity me, I heard they live in a gorgeous military base or whatever, but I love my home.

           I had to kill to get this big apartment, literally kill. Monsters of course, but still. It’s a little dilapidated and the lights go off each time the train passes near, but I have big windows, and almost no rats.

           I push the empty bottle of whiskey with my feet and grab the chair to put Jimmy on it, and tie him tight.

           The hunter brothers enter and I must say I’m a little impressed to have them here, even if I will never admit it.

“Beer ?” I offer and they nod, looking at my psycho walls, as I call them : covered in photos and notes, pieces of journals and red lines of felt pen everywhere on it.

Of course I have everything in my laptop, but this helps to think. And as no one but Joe comes to my place, I don’t really care how creepy it looks.

“You’re a psycho !” Jimmy says and I chuckle.

Yeah… Like I said, psycho walls.

“You’re… organized” Sam says and I turn to look at him. Jesus, that man is tall !

“So you were working the young vampires nest case ?” I ask, handing them the bottles, but they don’t move, frowning in Jimmy’s direction. “You can sit, the little shit isn’t going anywhere, this creaky wooden chair is warded.”

“Ward-… Okay” Dean stammers, sitting on the couch.

           It’s really weird, meeting people you know somehow. Those guys are legends, and there are even books about them, books I each read a few times, learning a lot about hunting, but mostly learning about them. About Dean’s fear of failing his family, about Sam’s need to fail them to survive.

           There was a time I used to cling to those books at night, trying to imagine they were real, and they could protect me… Until I found out they were but I was the only one that was going to take care of me.

I can’t deny I used to have a teen crush on Dean, when those silly things still interested me. He was the big-hearted bad boy my 14 years old self needed to survive the street.

Then nothing. The books stopped, I was worried the story just ended like that. And I had to move on from it, someone stealing my all stuffs, including the books, made it quicker than I thought.

Of course, I heard the stories later… Things about Purgatory, about Dean being a Demon, then not, about their mother being back at all… But it’s not the same, and I always wondered what my childhood heroes had become, What they looked like now….

“Who are you ?” Dean finally says with a voice so low I can’t help but bite my cheek a little, to avoid smiling like teen-me would have.

I’m not a teen anymore, and I don’t need heroes to help me through the night.

“Y/n” I say. “I’m on this case too.”

“You’re a hunter ?” Sam asks and I search his face, looking for the hint of hope you can find on a rebel’s eyes, but it’s gone. What happened to you ?

“I’m hungry !” Jimmy whines and I ignore him.

“Not really…” I sigh, sipping at my beer. “I mean, yes, but, I have only been working one case, so…”

“This case” Dean states, nodding for himself with a glance at the walls.

“Yeah… This case. Holloway is not easy to get, and the more I get close, the more he widens his army, so the… the missing, they’re a little on me.”

“No, no they’re not” Sam says right away with those kind eyes, just like I always imagined it.

But he won’t get this idea out of my head easily. Joe says it too, that it’s not on me. And, I know, I mean, I know that the killings are not originally on me… But this has become a war, and wars makes victims.

“Anyway, I can’t stop now” I sigh, getting up to wash my hands, I just noticed how bloody they were.

           The truth is, I never could stop. From day one. The day those vamps tracked us after school, and took Amy and Beth, the day I managed to escape and talked to my parents. My friends were found a few days later, beaten, drained of blood, in a ditch somewhere. We were only thirteen, they were my best friends, and we had so much plans for the future…

           I gave too much information, on the boys’ look, on what they were saying, wearing, and my parents supported me when cops wanted to close the file. I know now that this network have some cops with them.

           So they killed them, my parents. That one night, they killed everybody and tried to kill me too, but Holloway wanted me for himself. That’s his big move : killing little girls, pretty teens, I can’t even imagine what he does to them…

But on the way to my death, I escaped again. At this instant was already too late, I far too far gone in Hell… Too late for normal, too late for letting go.

“What is your plan ?” Sam asks a little lower, like he was afraid of what Jimmy could hear.

“I go to this club” I state, coming back to sit opposite of them.

“Hellooo ! I’m still hungry !” the little shit whines making all three of us roll our eyes without answering.

“They only let vampires in” Dean frowns, sitting on the verge of the couch to search my face.

I didn’t imagined him exactly like that when I read the books. His hair are darker, his jaw is sharper, his eyes are not this ridiculous mint green, but a profound summer forest color. He must be what ? Forty now ?  

“I’ll be one” I shrug.

“What !” the brothers gasp in sync.

“Not forever, don’t worry. I have the cure, and we will need the blood of the vampire that turned me, good thing he’s tied up in my apartment” I give them a corner smile.

“No way !” Dean grunts. “That’s insane.”

“Well, Winchester, I’ll do it with or without you…”

Dean’s Pov

           This woman has lost her mind. A sharp mind, yes, but she lost it. I stare at her and can’t find an ounce of fear on her pretty bloody face.

“I have been there, sweetheart, it’s really not a sinecure !”

The second I say it, I regret using this nickname. She will crush me for sure.

           But she doesn’t. She smiles a little again, that confident corner smile of hers, the only thing that keeps my mind away from that freaking corset, and the blood stains on her cleavage.

           I have never met a girl like her, Hell, I have never met somebody like her, man or woman ! And behind those fierce eyes, I guess she must have suffered all kinds of Hell to be so strong today.

“Let’s say you let the vampire turn you” Sam whispers, glancing at Jimmy. “What makes you think you won’t feed on blood ? It’s a thirst you may not be able to resist. A-and… Once in the club, what then ?”

She looks down, resting her elbows on her knees.

“Then I find Holloway, kill him, and burn them all to the ground” she states absent-mindedly, putting her hand on her purse next to her.

           That’s when I understand. This is not just a case, this could be a suicide mission, she doesn’t really care.

I do. I have no idea why I care so much, but I do.

“Please listen…” the vampire-douche starts but we all answer in sync.

“Shut up Jimmy !”

She chuckles lightly at our perfectly synchronized annoyance.

I’m mesmerized, a need burning my veins from the inside, something new. This is not desire like I have felt with pretty women before, this is not curiosity or interest… This is fascination. I want everything : to know her, see her, unravel her, touch her, hear her, taste her…

“Let us help” I say a little too seriously and too low, making her search my eyes with a frown.

“If you want to help, help” she finally states. “But this is my case, my rules, my way. If you intend to give me orders or talk me out of it, just go back to Kansas. I don’t need you.”

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Black Umbrella | EXO | Mafia au | Part 1

Masterlist | Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Length: 1.8k

   It was about 2 months since the hotel had switched hands and practically nothing had changed. A couple people had been fired and a few things were switched around but it was still pretty much the same. You even got a small raise so you were pretty happy with your current work situation. The restaurant was closing for the night and most staff were heading home but you were getting ready for your shift at the bar. Like usual you heard whispers about the mysterious new owners but you just ignored them as usual and shoved your things back in your locker before heading to the bar. 

    Tonight it was busy, the bar was filled to the brim with people all wearing shoes that were worth more than your entire apartment with everything in it plus your entire savings. You were on your feet mixing drinks and taking orders all night not once getting a break. You shuffled from one end of the bar to the next until it was 2am and the bar was closing, once everyone had left you pulled out a rag and began wiping tables with your coworker. You offered to stay and finishing cleaning so he could head home seeing as you had a day off tomorrow and he happily agreed, thanking you before he grabbed his bag and left. Due to the great rush of people that night there was a lot of extra cleaning to do which meant you would have to stay behind later than usual. You had finally finished cleaning and left to change back into your casual clothes and rest your aching feet. As you pulled your things from your locker you thought you heard the sound of the front door opening, you dismissed blaming it on your half asleep state and continued changing. 

   Your eyelids drooped and you dragged your feet as you headed to the door mind focused on the idea of going home and sleeping. You yawned as you walked back to the main area but froze as you heard voices, not being fully awake you decided to see who it was. 

“Who’s there?” one of the voices called out and you peeked your head around the corner to see the face of one of the new owners staring back at you. He was joined by an unfamiliar man and they seemed to be having a very serious discussion based on the death glares they were both giving. You cleared your throat and awkwardly moved into their line of sight.

“I’m sorry sir, I was just about to lock up but I can stay if you want,” you said as you bowed your head. He did a once over before replying,

“No, you can leave, the bags under your eyes make you look exhausted,” he said as he waved you away. You bit back you reply bowing once before walking out and slamming the door behind you, it was the middle of the night and you didn’t need some jerk commenting on your lack of sleep. You trudged your way back to the subway station pushing the encounter out of your mind as you made your way back to the dumpy apartment you called your home.

   You woke up fairly late the next day, you were exhausted and perfectly content with staying home and doing chores but somebody just had to ruin your plan.  It was around 4pm when your phone started ringing.

“What is it now Mina?” you sighed into the phone only to be met with your friend’s giggles.

“I’ll be over in half an hour, let's go out tonight!” was all she said before she hung up.

“That girl...” you muttered to yourself as you got up to go shower and prepare yourself for the whirlwind that is your best friend. You jumped into the shower as your mind drifted back to the previous night and you scoffed at the asshole that was your boss, he could’ve just dismissed you but instead, he had to comment on the bags under your eyes and your exhausted state.

    “So where exactly are we going?” you asked as Mina dug through you closet throwing various pieces of clothing she liked at you while throwing the ones she didn’t like on the floor. You frowned thinking about how you would have to clean it all up later when she broke through your thoughts.

“One of the other waitresses told me about this new club and I thought we should check it out,” she said face still buried in your closet.

“What?!” you said in disbelief, this was your first day off in forever and she was taking you out clubbing?

“Why don’t you have any clothes?” she said as she continued digging ignoring your previous question. You rolled your eyes at her antics before she pulled something out of the back of your closet and turned around squealing. She threw a scrap of black fabric that you were pretty sure was supposed to be a dress at you.

“I am not wearing this!” you exclaimed before you threw it back to her.

“Why not?” she whined as you pushed her out of the room.

“I can dress myself, so if you want me to come I’m picking my own clothes,” you said as you began closing the door but the stopped it with her foot.

“Can I still do your hair and makeup?” she asked and you only nodded before closing the door and finding some clothes. 

   You put on a pair of black jeans and a plum coloured t-shirt opting to stay comfortable as you were taken to a club against your will. You let her back in to do hair and makeup, she gave you a once over and gave you a look that seemed to say ‘you’re really wearing that’. You just rolled your eyes and she did your hair and makeup, she left your hair down curling it slightly but other than that relatively simple. Your makeup was a whole other story, your eyes were lined with heavy wings and layers of eyeshadow that was about the same colour of your shirt was skillfully blended onto your eyelids. She even forced you to put on fake eyelashes and when she was done she let you look in the mirror. 

“I look scary,” was all you said as you stared at your reflection.

“No, you look sexy,” Mina said with a wink, “Now let's go before it gets too late!”

“Where are we even going?” you hissed into Mina’s ear as she stopped before a glowing club, you could already hear the music that was playing inside. She walked right up to the security guard by the door and you could feel the glares of people in line digging into your back. As if she could sense your panic she whispered, 

“Don’t worry we’re on the list.” and with a wink, she turned back to the bouncer, told him your names, and you were in.

   The club was packed, people seemed to leak from every crevice and the music was pounding. You stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd of people who were wearing little to no clothes but you could care less knowing that soon Mina would have a little too much to drink and would abandon you so you could go home. You followed her over to the bar where she immediately began flirting with some guy and you were the third wheel, you sighed and asked for the least alcoholic drink they had not wanting to wake up the next day with a nasty hangover. After a few minutes, Mina was completely ignoring your existence so you stood up from the stool and headed to the back where you spotted an empty booth tucked away in a corner.  You plopped down on the bench, trying to avoid the questionable sticky spots as you slid farther into the corner. You sat there feeling lost in thought as the pounding base shook your bones and you felt a headache coming on, you could have been sitting there for a few minutes or a few hours. By the time you snapped out of it you knew Mina had already left, you scanned the crowd as you tried to stand up and something familiar caught your eye. 

  A loud noise echoed through the room followed by screaming, you dropped to the ground and crawled back under the table. You assumed it was gunshots and you prayed to god that Mina was safe, you squeezed your eyes closed and plugged your ears as you waited for it to be over. You don’t know how long it was but the screaming and gunshots eventually stopped and even before you crawled out you knew everyone was dead. Unable to stay under that table anymore you crawled out and stood up but stopped in your tracks when you heard voices.

“You sure everybody is dead?” one asked.

“Yes I already told you Chen,” the other answered as they rounded the corner. You locked eyes with one and your mouth fell open, they both looked somewhat familiar but you couldn’t place them in your frenzied state. 

“Well I guess you were wrong,” the first one said giving the second a pointed look.

“Uh,” you said between their bickering, “Could you maybe not kill me?”

they both turned and looked at you, you suddenly felt the headache return and your vision was swimming. Before you knew it you were surrounded by darkness. 

‘C’mon lets get to the van’ a voice said, then you heard shuffling and that was all you could remember.

   You woke up the next morning in an unfamiliar room with a set of nine faces you finally recognized surrounding you.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” was the first thing you asked, they looked around at each other before one answered.

“getting straight to the point I see, why would we kill you?” he asked taking a step closer.

“You killed everyone else there but you took me..... here,” you answered blankly.

“Ahhhhhh my dear it would have been better for you if you didn’t remember,” Another said ominously. You just shrugged your shoulders which seemed to make him even angrier. 

“I think I-I’m going to pass out again,” you said as your vision began to swim and went black again.

     When you woke up again only one of them was with you.

“What’s wrong with me?” you asked as you yawned, and he sighed before coming over and placing his hand on your forehead. You gave him a confused look before he pulled his hand back and answered,

“You don’t have a fever or any other symptoms that would indicate illness so I’m pretty sure you fainted due to exhaustion, twice.” 

“Okay so, why exactly am I here?” you asked.

He let out an ominous chuckle before answering,

“My dear, you’ve gotten yourself tanged with the mafia.” 

“My bosses are part of the mafia, that's a new one.”