My House
Authors note: Written in about an hour based on absolutely nothing except an idea i had while I washed dishes this morning. 🤷♀️ Edited poorly. As always, criticism welcome.
Warnings: Cursing, Slight Spice toward the end I've never written smut so..., Blood and guts that are not MC's own, Dean Winchester.
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader, Claire x Mentor!Reader, Jody x Friend!Reader.
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It was coming up on a quarter past two in the morning when Claire pushed open the door to Jody's home quietly, trying her hardest to keep anyone from knowing that they'd finally made it back. At least until she could get inside, shower, and change clothes. Claire had made a brutal mistake back on the hunt and she had taken the fall for it, something that Claire was reminded of the entire ride back home. The woman's usual soft footsteps were wet across the carpet in the hallway while Claire led the way through the dark, praying to anyone who would listen that no one could hear it through their bedroom door.
"Move." She grunted out as she shoved passed Clair toward the kitchen, "I need a drink."
Claire's arm shot out wrapping around her wrist, "No. Not until you get all that blood off of you and into a change of clothes."
She rolled her eyes and pushed Claire off of her, "Do you think I give two shits about a change of clothes right now? You almost killed me, twice, my back and my ass are killing me, and I have vamp brains in places that vamp brains shouldn't be. I want a drink, I want a drink, I want a drink."
"Sam and Dean will kill me if they see you like this. Please, go shower first. I'll bring a drink to you if it's that important." Claire pleaded to deaf ears as the woman continued her trek through the dark toward the kitchen. With a sigh, Claire followed behind her almost jumping out of her skin when the kitchen light flipped on, and Dean and Jody were found sitting at the breakfast table.
"Where have you been? I called fifty times, and I know Jody left about as many messages." Dean angrily snapped.
"Why are you covered in blood?!" Jody exclaimed, "Are you hurt?"
A dry chuckle left her lips as she reached for a glass and the bottle of Jameson on Jody's fridge, "Not mine." Turning to place her items on the table and pour a glass, she faced Dean, "Who are you, Molly Weasley? Where have you been? Car gone, no note!"
Dean scowled, "Lose the attitude, I was worried about you."
"I'm your girlfriend, not your daughter." She said after taking a long swig from her glass, "Besides, you and I've been doing this the same amount of time. It's not my first vamp nest, and it won't be my last. And after the way this hunt went, Claire needs the practice if she's going to keep doing this."
"What happened?" Jody questions, eyes narrowing in Claire's direction.
She turned in Claire's direction, crossing her arms, "You want to answer, or should I?"
"Uh..." The teenager started, cut off before she could even begin.
"Don't worry, I'll do it." The small woman turned back to her whiskey taking another long drink before beginning again, "This little brat decided to head out on her own after we went to bed last night. She was adamant that we should hit the nest then, even though I reminded her a million times that we needed to wait until we were sure there weren't others hiding out in there."
"I was sure!" Claire butt in, "I told her that I knew what I was doing!"
"And did you? Huh? Do I look like you knew what you were doing?!" She yelled, gesturing to the blood on her clothes, "I'm covered in blood that isn't mine and I lost my socks. How did I lose my socks Claire? I sure as hell don't know. What I do know is, if I hadn't shown up to save your ass you would be a blood smoothie by now. You're welcome!"
Claire looked at her feet, "I just wanted to do it on my own."
"You're not ready. There's nothing wrong with taking advice and help when it's offered, especially with a nest that size. If a more experienced hunter offers their help, you take it. I was just like you when I was a kid, and it almost cost me everything." The venom in her voice had started to dwindle as the whiskey took the edge away from the pain in her muscles, "You're strong, Kid, but you don't know everything."
Jody sighed from behind them, standing to put an arm on Claire's shoulder, "I've been trying to tell her that. She just doesn't like to listen to me."
With a roll of her eyes, Claire sent a small smile in her direction, "You don't have to talk about me like I'm not here."
"You shouldn't be here; you should be in bed." Jody sent back, grinning at the woman on the other end of the table, "Thank you for taking care of my girl. I'd hug you, but..." She gestured toward the mess covering the woman and grimaced, "I really would take a shower soon if I were you."
She and Claire headed down the hallway giggling quietly, making the woman smile and sigh looking back at the bottle of liquor. The silence taking over the room and leading her hand to pour another, until Dean reached out to cover the glass.
"I don't think you need another; you've had enough for tonight." Dean said, standing to put the whiskey back on the fridge and place her glass in the sink, "But I do think you should tell me how those bloody handprints got on your ass..." He quirked a brow as he turned back to face her, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
She snapped her head around trying to get a look at the back of her pants, "Seriously? That big bitch tried to break me in half after I killed Edward, Bella, and the Lochness Monsters he was creating. I didn't know he left a mark on my ass, didn't even know he had blood on his hands. Claire took his head off before he could hurt me, that's where most of the blood came from. Pretty sure he wanted to add me to his little coven, I'd make a real pretty vampire bride. At least that's what he told me." She winked and giggled as Dean pursed his lips and nodded.
"And what did you say?" He quizzed, his gaze feeling like it could see straight through her.
"That I'm already spoken for," She smirked, "And then I kicked his ass."
"That's my girl." Dean stood from the table a shit-eating grin on his face as he bent to whisper in her ear, "What do you say we go get you cleaned up, and then I try to break you in half?"
"I'd like that a lot." She whispered, reaching to capture his lips with her own. Dean deepened the kiss, placing one hand on her hip and another in her hair as he led her toward the door. Their tongues danced together, and Dean slowly pushed her into the wall nipping at her bottom lip. His hands had just made their way down to cup her ass, palms matching the prints already on her pants, when a cough suddenly came from the doorway. Jumping apart, they looked everywhere except at Jody, who stood with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"Yep. Just gonna go...uh, clean up." She whispered back awkwardly stepping around Jody as she headed toward the bathroom, a sheepish grin on her lips, "Sorry."
"I, uh, I'm gonna go help." Dean followed her out as Jody flipped the light off in the kitchen.
"Not in my house, Dean Winchester!" She called quietly on the way to her own room.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Jody!" He whispered back, a grin gracing his face as he slipped into the bathroom with his favorite girl.
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A/N: I still feel like I'm dusting the rust off my brain with these little one shots, but i dont think they're turning out too bad. I'm going to start potentially working on a series soon, so we'll see how that goes.
Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in my work!
