Title: Not supposed to pt.4

Pairing: Mobster!Dean Winchester x PI!Female!Reader

Word count: 3520

Published: 31 August, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I wrote this mini series for ​​​​a challenge on tumblr and this is the last part for it.

Warning: Physical abuse, shooting, kidnapping

In the next couple of weeks, he tried to visit you as much as he could, but he became rather busy. You missed him more than you dared to admit. He made you addicted. You were dependent on his attention, craving his presence more and more.

You didn't know what to do with yourself so you called your boss to go back to work. Luckily he agreed, but only to have you back part time. You tried to argue, you were more than healthy, but he didn't listen to your reasoning. You gave in after he has offered to take you back part time or not at all.

You were sitting in your car driving to your workplace, when you saw a black Audi following you. You thought your eyes were playing with you, but when it turned each corner you did, you grew suspicious.

The scenario reminded you of your accident and you didn't want to end up in the same situation. You pressed harder against the accelerator, swaying between the cars to throw them off. You turned down a smaller alley to then turn on another, ending up back on the high way. The car was nowhere and you let out a relieved sigh.

As you arrived to your workplace you looked around suspiciously, but you didn't see anyone following you. Your phone suddenly started ringing. You started searching for it in your bag, but could find anything except your phone. You wanted to facepalm yourself as you realised it being in the pocket of your jacket. You didn't even look at the screen, you just picked it up.

"Hallo?" You asked.

"Where are you?" You heard Dean's panicked voice.

"Are you okay? You sound off." You spoke.

"Oh really, I sound off? You just got rid of my people. Where are you?" He asked impatiently.

"I am at work. Why do you even have your people on me?" You asked suspiciously.

"To protect you if needed." He replied, his voice calmer than before.

"Well, they did an excellent job." You chuckled.

"Don't worry, I will have a talk with them. Until then I will text your work address to them. Try not to throw them off this time." He warned you lightly.

"I didn't. They lost me." You corrected him with a light giggle.

"Y/N!" He groaned.

"Fine, I will be a good girl." You rolled your eyes.

"Good." He replied. "I will call you later." He said as he hang up.

As you walked into your workplace, you headed straight to your office. Unfortunately your boss put you on desk duty. You wanted to be out on the field, following people, working with the police. But your boss once again gave you an ultimatum. Desk duty or nothing. You sighed at the realisation of being bored for four hours straight, but you knew that at least you didn't have to be stuck at home all day.

After finishing work, you got into your car to drive home. You could see the same black Audi following you, but this time you kept true to your words and didn't try to get rid of them.

You were getting impatient sitting in your car, barely moving an inch in the traffic. You weren't far, but it took you longer than you estimated it. You were tapping on the steering wheel with your fingers to the rhythm of the music blasting from the radio. The traffic started off again, making you groan a loud 'finally'.

As you walked into your home, a certain smell hit your nose. You didn't remember having anything around with such sweet after taste. You walked further into your house, looking around the living room, the kitchen, but you didn't see anything suspicious.

You stayed in the kitchen to make a sandwich for your rumbling stomach, but a sudden creaking sound stopped your movements. You looked around once again, but you didn't see anything. You shrugged it off, thinking the wooden floor needed a change.

You walked back to the kitchen, finishing your sandwich when the noise sounded even louder this time. You had a bad feeling about it and so you took out your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and dialled Dean's number. It kept ringing without an answer. He didn't pick up. You took a deep breath and walked out to your living room, looking around suspiciously. You didn't see anyone, but you still felt as if you weren't alone.

You dialled Dean's number once again, tying to reach him desperately.

"Sweetheart, it's not the best time. I'm on a meeting" He hissed as he picked up. He wasn't angry, but you could feel the rush in his voice.

"Dean, I think someone is in my house." You whispered and for a second there was dead silence from his side.

"Did anyone follow you?" He asked.

"Not that I know of. But when I came home, there was a certain sweet smell." You explained, making him groan.

"Shit. I will send the boys up. Can you leave?" He asked, his voice even more rushing than before.

"I think so." You replied, looking around the room. You headed towards the hall, the door of your flat in plain sight. You wanted to rush towards the door, but a man in a fully black getup stood in front of you with a black mask covering his face. You put your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, leaving Dean on the line to hear everything.

"What do you want?" You asked the man.

"I need you to come with me." He spoke calmly.

"Erm.. no." You answered with a frown.

"Yes." He replied, but you just scoffed and started running towards your bedroom to find a place to hide. However just before you could have reached the door, the man grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back, placing a white cloth in front of your nose and mouth. It was that certain sweet taste you smelled when you stepped into your flat. You tried to wiggle your way out of his strong hold, but you started feeling dizzy and tired all of a sudden. Soon your body went limp and your eyes closed on you, leaving you unconscious.

You started regaining your consciousness, trying to move your hands, but you could barely turn them, which caused you more than enough pain already. You groaned at the uncomfortable sensation. You slowly started opening your eyes. At first it was rather hard, you had to make a few attempts before you could finally keep them open.

"Morning, sleeping beauty." You heard a deep voice and looked up to see a brown haired man in an expensive looking black suit. He couldn't be older than mid-40s. His light blue eyes were fixed on you, a devilish smile plastered on his face. You couldn't recognise him, but his voice was awfully familiar.

You looked around to see you were in an abandoned building. You could see wooden and metal rods laying around, dirty water puddles in the uneven ground. The broken windows let the bright light in, giving you the perfect view.

"Who are you?" You asked.

"I am a friend of your boyfriend." He stated.

"I doubt that." You scoffed.

"Well, you caught me. I was a friend." He chuckled. "I'm Chuck. It's so nice to meet you finally." He walked up to crouch down by your chair, in front of your tied up body. Your eyes widened as you realised his voice.

"You were the one who hired me to spy on Dean. Well, I'm sorry, but unfortunately I can't say the same." You replied with a bitter tone.

"That's a shame. Dean and I always had the same taste in woman." He spoke in a low tone, caressing your face. You pulled away from his touch with a disgusted grimace.

"I'm sorry. You must not have been popular then." You hissed into his face. His devilish smile disappeared and slapped you with the back of his hand. You accidentally bit into your inner cheek, drawing blood, feeling the irony taste linger around in your mouth. You adjusted your jaw as you turned back to him. You tried to hide your shaking body, tensing up to cover it.

"I don't like when people are rude. I am trying to be a good host here, you see." He spoke with a phoney kindness in his tone.

"You broke into my apartment, kidnapped me and you are keeping me tied up. Which part am I supposed to be grateful for?" You asked with a sarcastic tone. You were terrified, but you trusted Dean. You hoped he would find you, before that lunatic decided to do something to you.

"I did not break in. Those were the people who work for me." He explained as he walked around you in circles. In response you just rolled your eyes. "I think I know what Dean likes about you. You are interesting." You were fed up of his non-sense and your tied up hands frustrated you even more. You tried to get out of the ropes, but they were too tight to even move your hands around. You groaned, annoyed.

"Why am I here?" You asked after giving up on your attempts.

"Your boyfriend got involved in a business of mine and took the deal from under my nose. I don't like when people cross me." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I had nothing to do with that." You hissed.

"Well, not personally, no. However, Dean has a soft spot for you. I was surprised to see that he stayed with one woman. I mean, relationships were never really his thing, you know." He explained. "I thought, he took something important from me, so I might just do the same." He chuckled.

"So what, I'm like a bait?" You asked raising a brow.

"Well, something like that. But I would like to enjoy my time with you, before I get in contact with your boyfriend. It's more fun like that." He smirked as he walked closer to you, bending over in front of you to whisper into your ear. "I could make you feel so much more than he did. You would scream my name in ecstasy." He licked your earlobe seductively, but you just felt disgusted. He backed away to look into your eyes, but before he could have felt good about himself, you collected a good piece of your saliva and spit in his face.

"I will never let you touch me." You hissed through clenched teeth. He looked up at you, removing the stain from his face with a disgusted grimace.

"You shouldn't have done that." He growled in a low tone, before raising his hand and slapping you this time from the other side. You groaned as you felt your cheek burn, your lip split in half on the side. You licked across the stinging wound, trying to stop it from bleeding. "I don't like you much actually." He said as he walked behind you, grabbing your throat and pulling your neck backwards. "You are not nice." He whined, whispering against your ear. You could hear a creaking sound, but you couldn't move your face to see.

"Get your filthy hands off her." You heard his familiar deep growl as he entered the building. Chuck let go of your neck and you shot up to see Dean. You heard silent fumbling from behind, but you couldn't care less. He was finally here, standing at the door way with a gun in hand. But his bodyguards were nowhere. You wanted to scream at him for coming alone. For being dumb. For not being cautious and risking you both. But within deep, you were just glad to see him and wanted to jump in his neck.

Before you could have even attempted to wiggle your way out of your ropes, your felt a metallic object by your temple. Your breath hitched, your heartbeat quickened, your body shook lightly of fear.

"I think we will be playing by my rules." He said.

"Let her go." Dean tried to convince him, but Chuck found it funny. He started laughing, his tone creepy to the core.

"I don't think so. Drop the gun first." He said and Dean did as he was told.

"What are you doing?" You questioned with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Sweetheart, just let me deal with it." He spoke to you softly and you were hoping he had a solid plan, because from your point of view, it just got even more complicated.

"Oh, you have cute little petnames?" Chuck walked in front of you, firmly holding the gun to your temple. "Sweetheart?" He mocked, chuckling at you, before turning to Dean. "You really do have a sweet spot for this one." He frowned. You could see Dean taking deep breaths to calm himself down. "I don't get you. I mean sure, she is fuckable." He nodded, causing Dean to let out a heavy groan. "What? She is a pretty looking lady. But her personality... She is too feisty. You need to spend time taming her. Unnecessary efforts if you ask me." He said waving the gun in your face as he explained. Your body was shaking out of fear, your breath hitching every time the gun pointed at you.

"Just let her go." Dean hissed, his tone full of wrath. "You want me."

"Actually, you are wrong. You took my business deal. Something that would have made me even more powerful than you are. So..." He walked back around you, stopping right behind your back, massaging one of your shoulders. "I will be taking something you treasure." He chuckled. "But to be completely honest with you, I am actually saving you from having to deal with her any longer." He shrugged nonchalantly as he waved the gun beside your face. Dean's face hardened, his body tensed.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." He said softly as he let out a deep breath, pulled out another gun from his back and shot. You thought it would hit you, you thought you would be dead in seconds, but you weren't. You heard a loud thumping sound from behind you and as you slowly turned your head, you saw Chuck's body laying on the ground, a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, his wound bleeding heavily, leaving a pool of blood under him.

You didn't even realise when Dean untied you. You only turned back to him, when he captured your face with his warm hands and forced you to look at him. He caressed your bruised cheeks with his thumbs, before running his finger through your split lip, making your wince in pain. His eyes were full of anger, sadness and guilt. He was an open book in that moment.

"I'm fine." You tried to reassure him, but he just shook his head.

"No, you are not." He spoke as he stood up and gently pulled you up into his arms. You didn't even realise your tears flowing down your cheeks, until you were finally in his arms and heavy sobs left your lungs, gasping for air. He placed a chaste kiss on the top of your head and kept you safely in his embrace. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I wish I protected you better. I wish I was there with you. I wish it never happened. I am so sorry." You sobbed harder at his guilt filled words, feeling even more awful about blaming himself for what a psychopath has done to you.

He helped you out of the building where you saw five other cars parking with his man standing besides the vehicle. You slowly realised the dead bodies laying around on the ground, making your breath hitch. Dean didn't let you look any further and turned your head back to his chest. He didn't want you to see everything. It was enough if you knew.

Dean opened the door for one of the black Audi's, waiting for you to take your seat, before he walked around and sat beside you. You were glad he wasn't driving the car. You locked your arms around his torso, feeling the warmth his body provided. You kept replaying the events in your head, shaking a little each time you recalled the gun pointing at you. Dean's arms closed around you tighter, hoping to make you feel protected in his arms. He did. You felt home when he kept you in his embrace.

The trip to his mansion wasn't particularly long. When you arrived, Dean opened the door for you and helped you out, keeping your body close to his as his, hand resting firmly on your waist. You walked up to his room, not even saying a word to each other, before he disappeared in the bathroom.

When he returned, he gently forced you to take a seat on the edge of the bed, crouching down in front of you, taking out a bottle of disinfectant to clean your split lip. His touch was gentle, but you couldn't stop wincing. You didn't protest though, you knew the wound had to be cleaned. His eyes didn't even look at you once, saddening you as he returned to the bathroom to wash his hands.

You laid down on the bed, pulling yourself into a fetal position, trying to forget everything. Dean stopped in front of his bed and stood silently, looking at your vulnerable form. You could finally see the amount of guilt he was harbouring and you just wanted him to forget his stupid thoughts.

"You know, it wasn't your fault, right?" You asked, patting the bed beside you. He laid down, following your request and pulled you closer onto his chest.

"But it was. I shouldn't have let it happen." He heaved a deep sigh.

"Did you kidnap me? No! So stop blaming yourself and teach me how to protect myself instead." You scolded him and as you looked up into his green eyes, a surprised expression sat across his face.

"I thought, you would want to leave me." He frowned. You raised your brows questioningly.

"Do you want me to?" You asked, feeling uncertain about what was happening.

"No, but you have just been kidnaped and abused because of me. It would be the normal thing to do, I guess." He explained, still searching for some kind of an answer that satisfied him.

"I don't want to leave you. It didn't even cross my mind. I want you to teach me how to protect myself, how to fight back. I don't want to be the damsel in distress who needs to be saved" You tried to reason with him, but his eyes just grew wider.

"Can I fall any harder for you?" He asked with a cheeky grin growing wider across his handsome face.

"Only, if you have fallen for me already." You giggled happily.

"I have, sweetheart." He smiled sweetly and pulled you up to his lips to invite you for a hot and breathtaking make out session. Your mind was gone, only your senses were present and even their attention was solely focused on Dean. He chuckled at your mindless state as he turned away for a second to take out a metal object from his nightstand's drawer. You eagerly watched his movements, but you didn't see what he was hiding in his hand, you could only see some kind of a metal..

"What's that?" You questioned curiously.

"I was thinking about this before, but after what happened, I do not have doubts anymore." He shook his head more to himself than you.

"What are you talking about?" You asked and took his hand to open it. There was a golden key in his hand. "Is this..." You wanted to ask, but your sentence didn't come.

"I want you to move in with me." He confirmed your thoughts. "At first I thought it would be too fast, so I didn't even bring it up. But after what happened, not knowing where you are, or if you are being safe, these thoughts make me go crazy. I would feel better knowing that you are next to me." He explained gently. He wasn't forcing you, nor was he pressuring you into it, still you felt a pulling sensation in your chest, rushing you to say yes.

"I guess, it could be arranged." You smirked mischievously, which earned a playful eye roll from him. He pulled you up to his lips and poured all his feelings into the kiss he has given you. Love, care, worry, guilt, you felt dizzy at the amount of emotions you have received. "I love you." You breathed into the kiss, making him chuckle lightly.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He replied returning to your previous activity.

You wanted nothing, but to stay by his side and be happy in his arms and you already had them both. You were just content even after the terrifying events. He was there for you and that was more than enough.

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