Title: Bad Boys
Author: winbesters
Request: “you said you were in a Dean mood so can you write kinda something about Dean reaction to seeing you being taken away in like a cop car due to them thinking that you actually murdered someone not a monster?” - anonymous
Word Count: 573
Trigger Warnings: Aggressiveness, Mention of Murder
Fic:
Hands riddled your hips like frenzied frat boys at a strip club. It wasn’t the romantic frisking that would lead to hot sex and a shameful breakfast in the morning, but rough handling at the hands of brutal cops who had assumed the worst. You always knew one day your job would catch up to you, but not like this. Maybe you would be sleeping and a vamp would suck you dry- and not in the hot way. Maybe an angel would get pissed and burn your pupils out. There was no way of telling, but you never thought it would be getting arrested for murder. You had a reason to kill Bob Newton. He was a werewolf that had broken (and eaten) too many hearts. However, you couldn’t alert the authorities to that startling information for they would definitely let you rot away in an asylum.
“You gotta be so rough?” You interrogated, your voice mushed from your cheek being squished against the glass on the cop car. You could feel the man’s hot breath on your neck as he continued to pat you down for weapons.
“It’s part of the job, ma’am. Y/N, You are under arrest. Anything you say can and will-,”
“Hey! What the hell is going on? There a problem officer?” Dean’s crude voice splashed into the night air like a frightened fish back into the water. The cop halted in his words as he finished cuffing your wrists behind your back. It was times like this you wished you had a kink for being tied up so it would be slightly more enjoyable. You peeled your sticky skin off of the window and eyed Dean has he waltzed over to the vehicle, ID in hand and a suit covering his bones.
The cop immediately had a sense of trepidation and anxiety flood his veins for he could tell this man had some amount of authority. He observed the ID and bit his lip as he stared back to the Winchester. “Yes, sir. I have suspicions that she committed a felony. A local man was murdered in his home, and DNA evidence points to her. I was just arresting her and was about to bring her in,”
Dean nodded his head in understanding. He slid over to you and flicked the silver handcuffs with his nails and looked back at the cop and his name tag. “Officer Pillot, unhand this federal agent. She is currently undercover investigating a string of murders across country. Her DNA was found at the crime scene due to the fact that she was able to investigate it first, being a ‘fed’, after all. I’m sure that someone must have told you that the FBI was involved, right? You don’t want me to tell your chief that you tried to apprehend a federal agent who was just trying to do her job, right?”
You raised your eyebrows in amazement at the improvised rant and the cop’s voice stuttered. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell my boss. I promise I’ll let you guys handle the case,”
He flung himself quickly over and undid the handcuffs and didn’t hesitate to flee in his obnoxious vehicle. You put your hands on your hips and stared at the eldest Winchester. “That was quick thinking, Dean. I’ve never seen someone lie as well as you,”
“I hate you, Y/N,” He smirked, lying once again.
“Hate you, too, Winchester,”