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Shit, shit, shit.
She’s going to be late, so fucking late!
Y/N hastily slips into her shoes, does a final check of her reflection in the mirror before she gets out of her apartment and hires a taxi. It’s not like she can afford it with the high rent in the city, but she can’t risk getting late into work because her boss would be beyond pissed and she’d like to avoid being at the receiving end of his wrath right at the start of her week.
She’s still panting when she sits in the taxi. If she hadn’t been lost in thoughts and wanted to finish reading her damn novel while she drank her coffee, maybe then she wouldn’t have spilled it all over herself and wouldn’t have had to change into something else and she wouldn’t have been late.
Mr. Winchester will be so pissed.
He’s known for firing people, exchanging them for someone who would be gone in under a week's time. She’s actually surprised that she made it this long. It’s almost a year now that she became one of his office assistants and while it’s a good job and a good paying one too, she thinks it’s fucking challenging. She needs that job and she can’t afford to get fired. Jack, her brother, is still in college and she needs to help him, since she and Jack — well, that’s all the family that’s still left.
She quickly types out a text to Jack when she sees the taxi rounding up to her office building.
Y/N: Cross your fingers. I’m late. I hope I won’t get fired.
J: Oh, no. I’m crossing my toes, too! You got it, sis!
Alright. She takes a deep breath, gets out and pays the driver before she takes the elevator up to her floor.
Arriving on the floor, she already hears someone yelling. The voice is deep, gravelly, it can only belong to one person that she knows of. He’s also the only one who’s allowed to yell around here, actually.
Walking over to her desk, she sits down and starts up her computer. She hopes that by acting normal, nobody would know that she’s thirty minutes late, and she doesn’t even have a good explanation should someone ask. She couldn’t even lie about it because she’s an awful liar.
Mr. Winchester hates tardiness. She once watched him firing someone who was five minutes late.
She doesn’t know what’s wrong with Mr. Winchester sometimes. Like, he’s all professional but every time she has to work with him, he acts all grumpy. After a year of repeatedly watching him being his grumpy self around her, she can’t help but think that he doesn’t really like her at all. But again, if he doesn’t like her, why didn’t he fire her already?
“Go away! You’re fired!”
Oh god, it’s not even 9am and he’s already firing people. She sees Adam walk past her desk, his head low. Awe, that’s sad. She quite liked Adam. How long has he been here? About seven months? God, she wishes that she had the balls to stand up to that jerk Winchester.
Mr. Winchester walks out of his office and right into her view. She ducks her head, pretends to look occupied, which she actually is because she’s now logged in and skims through her emails. There are several of Mr. Winchester from this morning and she looks at the time stamps. 6.45am, 6.57am, 7.12am, 7.34am, 8.01am, 8.02am, 8.03am, 8.04am, 8.05am, 8.06am, 8.13am, 8.16am, 8.24am, 8.26am.
Shit.
She’s going to get fired for sure. Say bye to your college degree, Jack.
His footsteps echo in the quiet office and it comes to a halt at her desk.
Uh-oh.
Y/N doesn’t dare to look up.
“Where were you?” Mr. Winchester snarls.
“I— uh,” She stammers, and then she looks up at him. His suit is neat, the scruff a little longer than usual, and he looks tired because his eyes aren’t as green as they usually are, which is a good thing because she always tends to get lost in them if she stares at them for too long, “I’m sorry, sir.”
“I want to see you in my office,” He hisses, “And while you’re at it, get me a coffee, alright?” He turns around, walks back, but stops and tilts his head back again, “Please.” With that, he’s off into his office and slams the door shut.
Hey, at least he said please, right?
Ruby looks up at her from her computer, “My god, what’s wrong with that guy? Can you believe that he’s one of the hottest bachelors of the year according to some magazines? The voters surely haven’t ever seen him like this.”
“Shush, Ruby,” Y/N says, “What if he has bat ears?” Really, she wouldn’t be surprised if he has.
Ruby does that locking motion with her hand on her lips.
“But someone surely has got out of the wrong side of the bed.” She says, and adds, “I thought he spent the weekend in Vegas for that meeting? Didn’t it go well?”
“It did, apparently, but who knows,” Ruby shrugs, “Anyway, if I were you, I would go grab that coffee quick, Y/N. I don’t want him firing you.”
“Shit, right!” She gets up and storms into the break room to get the coffee and speeds back on her heels to Mr. Winchester’s office door, almost trips once but she managed to save herself gracefully.
She knocks and enters, and to her surprise, someone else is in the room as well.
Sam Winchester, the company’s lawyer and brother to Dean Winchester.
Sam stands by the window, looking out into the streets while her boss is hunched over his desk, his forehead on his arms.
Something’s wrong and she’s afraid to ask what it is. So instead of asking, she steps in, “Your coffee, sir.”
“Huh,” Mr. Winchester looks up from his desk, “Yeah, thanks. Please take a seat, Y/N.”
Hesitantly, she walks closer, clears her throat as she sets the coffee on his desk, and sits down, “Mr. Winchester, please, whatever it is, I promise that I won’t make the same mistake again. My being late today was really an accident, I spilled coffee over myself and had to change my clothes, it’ll never happen again, please. I need this job.”
“Jesus, Y/N, relax!” Mr. Winchester groans, and Sam Winchester looks at his brother with amusement in his eyes, “My head’s hurting. Shut up, please? You won’t get fired, I promise.”
“Oh,”
“In fact, I have a proposition for you.” Mr. Winchester stands up and walks around to her side of the desk, leaning against it, “I want you to be my fake wife.”
She frowns, thinks that she hasn’t heard him right, “What?”
“Look, I’m not really happy about it either,” He starts to say, and she frowns some more for fucking good measure.
“Wow, thanks,” Y/N huffs out, “What a great compliment.”
“No! Christ!” Mr. Winchester rubs over his scruff with his fingers. The scratching sound is loud in the otherwise quiet room, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Why do you want me to do that?”
“Yeah, why, Dean?” Sam cuts in and he starts to chuckle, which prompts Dean to send his brother a glare.
“Shut up, Sammy.”
He turns back to her, “Look, the meeting in Vegas went well, alright? I got Chuck Shurley to let me buy shares of his company. The thing is, after the dinner, we went for a drink, and next thing I know, I was married to his fucking sister.”
Y/N really tries not to laugh, “Wow.”
“Yeah,” Mr. Winchester scoffs.
“So, did you get ordained by Elvis or something?”
“Y/N! Jesus! Focus!” He yells, which made her flinch, “I’m married and now she wants at least a quarter of what I own if I want to annul the marriage. She fucking set me up, but I can’t really prove it.”
“Amara Shurley is a very beautiful and rich woman,” She shrugs, because it’s true. Every guy wants to be with her, she wonders why Mr. Winchester doesn’t.
“Your point being?” He raises an eyebrow at her, “Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t mean that I have to want to be with her, does it?”
“No, sir. But I’m wondering why you want me to pretend to marry you when you are already married?”
“We can show Amara another marriage certificate, one that says that we married a month ago, right Sammy?” Mr. Winchester asks his brother, but his eyes are on her.
“That’s right. It’s already signed by all parties. All you have to do is sign it. I’m waiting for the court dates as we speak,” Sam Winchester says and shows her the apparent very important piece of paper.
There are signatures of Mr. Winchester. His brother and Ruby as witnesses. Ruby? Fucking Ruby? Oh my god, and she didn’t even warn her!
“Ruby’s your friend besides work too, isn’t she?” Mr. Winchester asks.
“Yeah,” Y/N nods.
“Good,” Mr. Winchester says, and adds, “What do you say? Would you do me the honor of becoming my fake wife?”
Her mouth stands slightly agape, she blinks, “This is stupid. Why would you do that? It’s not even legal, is it? Why me?”
“I’m pretty desperate, as you can tell,” Mr. Winchester answers short. And it hurts. It hurts damn bad. Not that she expects anything less. And then he goes on, “Look, I know that it’s a big breach into your privacy but I can guarantee you that you’ll get rewarded for it. I’ll pay you double and you don’t even have to work while you’re married to me.”
But she likes to work! Well, yeah, sometimes he can be a dick but she actually really likes to work. She doesn’t say it, though. Instead, she asks, “How long do we need to be married for?”
“Six months.” Sam Winchester cuts in.
“Six-what?!”
“Yeah, that’s the only way it won’t look suspicious.”
“Ah, great. Because we don’t want that, do we? We don’t even live together! I don’t know you! This is going too far.” She’s mad. Can’t lie about it.
“Y/N, please. You’re the only one that I know who doesn’t get irritated by my mood. You know how I like my coffee, you know where I like to eat out, you know my schedule, you’re the only one who really knows me here!”
Sam Winchester clears his throat.
“Calm down, Sammy, alright!” Mr. Winchester rolls his eyes.
She bites her bottom lip, thinks hard about it. It’s not like she can not not agree to it. It’s double pay for six months! Jack could finish his degree. But she asks anyway, “What are the conditions?”
“I have the contract ready, too,” Sam Winchester says, and hands it to her, while she begins to read it, he goes on, “You’re going to live with Dean as of today,” The younger Winchester says matter of factly.
“Today?” She stands up so abruptly, the chair screeches along the floor, which makes everyone in the room flinch, and Mr. Winchester’s hand goes to his temple. “Sorry,” She whispers.
“Yeah, today. You’ve been married for one month, think it’s time you move in together, no?” Sam grins.
“Okay, and what else?” Y/N crosses her arms over her chest.
“Monogamy.” The taller Winchester smirks, “No sex or flirting with anyone else for the next six months.”
“What?” Mr. Winchester scoffs, “You didn’t tell me that, Sammy!”
Sam Winchester just shrugs, “I mean, it actually goes without saying. You’re married, that’s what married couples do when they’re in love, being faithful. At least in the first six months I’d hope so.”
Mr. Winchester rubs over his scruff again. He does that a lot when he’s thinking. After a short while he looks at her, “Okay, I can do that, can you?”
How can she say that it's a piece of cake for her because she doesn’t have a healthy social life anyway? All she’s been doing is working and sleeping for a year now. But of course she doesn’t say it. Instead, she says, “I can,” and looks at her boss smugly and he cocks her an eyebrow.
“So that we’re clear, you’re going to act like a lovey dovey couple for the next six month.” Her boss’s brother states.
“Yes,” Mr. Winchester and her say it in unison.
“Great,” Sam Winchester hands her a pen, “If you could just sign here and here, Y/N.” He points to the places on the certificate and contract.
She signs the documents and the taller Winchester puts it away into his case. “Right, I’ll see you guys around,” he calls out before leaving.
“So, Mr. Winchester—”
“—Please call me Dean. We’re married now.” He lets out a tired chuckle.
“Right,” She sighs.
“Look, I’m sorry about it, alright? I’m not out to make your life miserable but maybe if we work on it together it’ll be half as bad as it seems right now?”
“Maybe, yeah.” She agrees. “So, what do you want me to do?”
“You go home and pack your things. I’ll send Gabe to pick you up and bring you to my penthouse.”
Penthouse. How fancy.
“And don’t worry, the rent for your apartment will be covered.”
“Okay,”
She walks out of the office with a weird feeling in her guts. When she arrives at her desk Ruby’s grinning.
“You fucking knew!” Y/N hisses at her friend.
“Oh, come on,” The other girl huffs out, “What’s so bad about being married to the hottest bachelor in the business world?”
Well, Ruby’s actually not entirely wrong, but he’s her boss. It will always be awkward.
“Ask me again in six months, will you?” She says, shuts off her computer and is about to leave when Ruby eyes her, “What?”
“Where are you going?”
“I have to go pack my things.”
“Why?”
She sighs, “Well, I have to go live with him now.”
“You what?!” Ruby damn near squealed.
“Shhh!” She hushes her friend and looks around, smiles when she sees Donatello looking over here with one raised eyebrow, “You know that you can’t talk about it, right? You probably signed a contract.” She doesn’t really know it but given how Sam Winchester is good at what he’s doing, she guesses that they cover Dean’s ass thoroughly. Not that she wouldn’t mind covering that ass herself...
Focus, Y/N!
“Yeah, I signed something. I didn’t read it because damn, that young Winchester is yummy. I’d like to climb him like a fucking tree.”
Great.
“My god Ruby, you should always read what you sign!”
“In my defense, I was lost in his dimples, okay? Anyway, it’s good if you live with him, no? You can see if he really has a stick up his ass when you walk in on him showering or something like that.”
“Oh my god, I need to leave.” She grabs her bag and walks to the elevator when Ruby makes kissy faces at her. She sticks out her tongue and in that moment, Dean walks out of his office and frowns at her.
Monday has just started fucking great, hasn’t it?