#dean x reader cute

[mxltifxnd0m]

cute glasses ◦◦ d. winchester

summary: your eyes are dry because of your contacts, so you have no choice but to put your glasses on

pairings: established dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader

word count: 1.3K

warnings: none really, no use of 'y/n', major fluff, some insecure thoughts, but mainly fluff

a/n: first official fic for dean!! also this was intentionally written as a blurb but as always, it seems i have more write than intended lol

please reblog and comment, i love to see your thoughts!

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

You had to fight the temptation to rub your eyes as you stared hard at your laptop, the screen emitting a blue light that was beginning to give you a headache alongside the dryness of your contacts as you sat at the table in the motel room. You blinked hard multiple times, trying to bring moisture to your contacts and find some relief from the dryness, but nothing was working.

You were still dressed in the FBI garb you had put on in the morning when you and Dean were going to the station to gather information on the hunt the two of you were working. Sam would have joined the two of you, but he had come down with a cold, and Dean forced him to stay back at the bunker while the two of you would work the hunt.

You glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, seeing that 10 minutes had passed since Dean went out to get dinner for you two. You threw your head back with a groan, feeling the soreness in your shoulders as you sat down and hunched over your laptop, researching for hours on end.

You stood up from the seat and stretched out your limbs like a cat waking up from a nap and stalking over to your bag to grab your pajamas and glasses, and headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and get comfortable.

You jumped into the shower and rinsed off the day. After showering, you took out the dry contacts that were irritating your eyes, put them back into their case, and let out a sigh of relief when you blinked, and moisture was restored to your eyes.

You put on your glasses and strolled back into the room to find Dean sitting at the table and pulling the food out of the takeout bag.

"Took you long enough, sweetheart. I got us Chinese since there was a place I saw when driving in an-" He stopped talking as you crossed the room to see what he ordered.

"And what?" You asked him, looking at him with furrowed brows as you took in Dean's stunned expression, his mouth agape as his eyes flickered around and all over your face.

"You have glasses." Dean pointed out, blinking slowly as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, yeah I do."

"Since when?"

"Since I was a freshman in high school." You told him as casually as you could, not wanting to make a big deal out of you wearing glasses.

"How come I've never seen you with them on?" Dean asked you with knitted brows.

"Err…" You trailed off. You didn't really want the boys to know you had glasses since you could be considered a liability if anything were to happen to your contacts or glasses. But hey, you've managed this long hunting with them, and you haven't died yet because of them. You just didn't want the boys to look down on you because you had them, and they could potentially hinder you in hunts.

"I wear contacts, and I try to keep them in for as long as I can until I can get back to my room and put my glasses on." You finally explained with a sheepish smile as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Dean's face turned into one of realization. "Is that why I sometimes feel you slip out of bed and then come back a couple of minutes later?"

You felt your face flush with heat as you nodded in response. Dean chuckled lightly at your embarrassment and leaned in to kiss your forehead. Then, a chaste peck on your lips before turning back to the food.

"You're not gonna ask me why I kept this from you?" You asked, confusion coloring your words as you saw him sit down in front of your closed laptop and dig into one of the takeout boxes with a plastic fork.

"Do you want me to?" Dean questioned through a mouthful of chow mein.

"Uh, not really. I was just ready for you to go all Spanish inquisition on me." You sat down across from him and looked through the takeout boxes before opening one of them to find the orange chicken.

Dean swallowed the food he was chewing. "Look, you had your reasons, and yeah, I have many questions about them but right now I just want to stare at you with them on."

You raised an eyebrow at him again. "You like them?"

"Yeah," He shrugged. "You look beautiful with or without them on." Dean reached across the table and traded chow mein for the orange chicken box in your hands.

You smiled at him, feeling your cheeks flush with heat again before huffing an amused breath through your nose. You narrowed your eyes at him as you leaned forward, taking Dean, who was still in his FBI suit, minus the jacket, tie, and a few of the buttons on his shirt unbuttoned.

"The glasses are doing something for you aren't they?" You teased him as you took a bite of the chow mein.

"Yeah, you have this sexy librarian thing going on. Could only imagine how much hotter you would have been if you left your FBI suit on." Dean's mouth pulled into a coy smirk, his green eyes alight with mischief and desire.

You chuckled as you shook your head. "Of course, you'd be into that."

Dean shrugged again as he popped a piece of orange chicken in his mouth.

Later, when the two of you finished eating and did a little more research and while you were doing your skincare, a sliver of worry still sat with you as you thought about how this would affect Dean and hunting. When you climbed into bed with Dean and placed your glasses on the nightstand, your world got a little blurry, but you could still see Dean's slight smile on his face as he pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Dean pressed a warm kiss on your forehead. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked lowly, his voice laced with care and fatigue.

"S'nothing." You shook your head.

"Come on, don't like seeing you like this before we go to bed." Dean squeezed your waist.

You sighed before propping your chin on his chest. "Just concerned that you might worry about me because of my bad eyesight."

Dean looked at you before leaning forward to press another kiss to your forehead and brought his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the soft skin. You leaned into his warm touch, pressing a kiss into his palm.

"I'm always going to worry about you," He started, pausing before finding his following words.

"But you've been hunting with your contacts and glasses for a long time before you met me, and you've been able to keep up with me and Sam without us knowing. I don't care that you have glasses or contacts because you're still a damn good hunter."

You smiled at his words before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against Dean's full lips. Dean kissed you just as softly as you pressed your lips against yours and chased your lips as you pulled away.

You rested your forehead against his. "Thank you." You whispered, your lips brushing against his as you did.

"No problem, sweetheart. Let's get to bed, we've got a bastard to hunt."

You chuckled softly at his words and pressed a quick kiss on his lips before settling beside him and melting into his side as you guys slowly fell asleep, finding that your dreams were filled with Dean's joyous laughter and playful kisses.

[am3ricanpsycho420]

Haven’t been very active, but been thinking about him a lot

[deepinsonder]

Simple Man, Dean Winchester x reader

Pairings: Dean winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Cuteness

Tags: Fluff

Summary: Dean never thought he’d be one to appricate the small touches you give him, but he loves it more than he cares to admit.

10:00 am

You were tired, not for any reason but the cold air around you. You exited you and Deans shared room, with a blanket folded on your arms and your computer.

You weren’t sure where Dean was but at least you knew Sam would be huddled at the table, researching cases to wits end. Making your way through the brick laid bunker, your feet padded on the cold concrete floors.

“Sam,” you said in a sing song voice, before you came to the library area. As you looked up, you met eyes with a tired looking Sam, you knew he wasn’t sleeping well but you also knew he took care of himself better than anyone could.

“Hey,” He said, before turning his eyes back onto the screen in front of him.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, placing your laptop at the table across from Sam and your blanket on the chair.

“Kitchen,” Sam said, still clicking away on his computer, you sighed and made your way to the kitchen, the chills were getting to you, perhaps you should have layered up more.

As you arrived in the kitchen, you noticed a hunched over Dean staring at a book in front of him.

“Hey handsome,” you said walking up to him, he turned around and gave you the same smile he always did - the one that reminded you how lucky you are to be loved by Dean Winchester.

“Morning, Sweetheart,” Dean said, turning his body, anticipating the hug you always gave him in the mornings - Dean never thought he’d be the type of man to like being hugged but every morning when he would wake up before you, he counted the minutes until you eventually found him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You walked up to him, and pressed your body against his, breathing in the scent as you lifted yourself by the tiptoes and held him - Dean wrapped his arms around your back and mumbled a quiet “i love you” into the nape of your neck.

“What are you up to today?” You asked, lightly pulling yourself away from him to look up into his eyes, his smile caused the lines around his eyes to crinkled as he looked down at you.

“Was waiting for you to decide,” He said, bringing his face in to kiss your lips. Your soothing hand touched his cheek as he continued to smile against your lips.

“There’s a farmers market, half an hour from here - we could go check it out?” You said, breaking away from your embracing and picking up a glass cup to get a drink of water.

“A farmers market?” Dean asked with a small groan.

“Yep,” you said with the pop of your lips, leaning your back against the kitchen counters, the cool metal pressed through the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Okay, I’ll get ready,” he said, with a nod as he began to clean up the mess he had made on the counters. You giggled at how quickly he agreed to go with you, normally you’d have to plead but today he was in a good mood you figured.

You came up beside him and placed a small kiss against his upper arm before turning around and walking toward your room.

11:00 am

You were glad you layered up because the cold air hit you like a brick. You breathe turned cold as the air froze around you. Dean opened the car door for you before opening his own and taking a seat, turning up the heater.

You took a seat and turned the radio on, blasting his favourite Led Zeppelin song. He smiled at you before turning around to back out of the garage.

“I need to get some ugly sweaters,” You said, turning your body to face Dean, bringing your you legs to cross on the seat.

“What why?” Dean asked, scrunching up his face him faux disgust.

“For Sam- he’s been working really hard, lately,” You said, taking Dean’s hand from the gear stick and onto your lap, you held his cold palms against your own, rubbing them together to warm you both up.

Dean chuckled at your remark, the thought of Sam in a stupid sweater made you both smile.

He wrapped his fingers through yours giving them a little squeeze as his smile grew, silence consumed the car as you played with his fingers. He would occasionally turn his head to look at you as you met eyes with him and smiled back.

11:45 am

You and Dean stepped out of the car, the cold air wondered around you as you made your way over to him. You took his hand in yours and huddled up close to him, to keep you both warm. You wished the scarf around your neck was thicker as you walked toward the stalls with a glint of anticipation in your eyes.

Picking up the first green and red sweater you saw, you decided it was perfect. Dean pulled out his wallet and handed the shop owner at 10 dollar bill before placing an arm around your shoulders.

“We should get some fresh eggs,” You said, leading you and Dean toward the chicken coups, where there were cartons of eggs displayed.

“Two, thanks” Dean said to the shop owner as he paid and you watched him bag the cartons.

“You look handsome today,” You said, admiring his face and furrowed eyebrows.

“I always look handsome,” He mumbled, with a coy smile playing on his lips. You brought your lips to his as you kissed the smile of his face, “and you always look beautiful,” his comment made you blush - your cheeks turned more red than they already were.

“What else do you need,” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Let’s just look around,” He smiled against your forehead.

For the remainder of the market, Dean watched, lovingly, as you bought things and picked things up. He hadn’t had many perfect days but today was probably the best he’d had in a long time. He would never admit it to you but when you touched him, his hands, his face - he felt more loved than he had in a long time.

He didn’t need much to be happy but you gave him so more than you would ever know. He was a simple man, he didn’t need much but he knew he would always need you.

[k2ntoss]

something about domestic scenarios with dean makes me cry and sob like a little kid ):

you caught a cold, a nasty one that didn't let you sleep even if you tried to press your pillow over your face and next morning you're just wasted on bed, red and puffy nose, teary eyes and messy hair when dean comes in "morning, sweetheart, sammy found a case and- woah, you look awful" he looks surprised as he stands right on the door of your room "dean, it's not the right moment" you would mutter as you shift on bed, covering yourself with the blankets making him worry a little more, dean will walk until he is able to reach your forehead "you have fever, do you need something? i'll bring you some medicine, wait" and so he does, even before he lets you tell him if you want something and he'll be right back with medicine and a mug of hot tea just for you

sadly, he'll have to leave for the hunt with sam but he would call you or text you every now and then, checking up on you and making sure you stay in bed and sleep a little more, he reminds you to eat something and as soon as he is back on the bunker he brings a bag with a lot of your favorite things to eat, he'll take time to prepare you your comfort food and bring it to your bed just to find you moved to another room to watch some tv. you'll be curled up in the couch, blanket over your body and looking at the screen with a small smile "aren't you supposed to be in bed, baby?" but dean isn't angry, he is smiling softly at you and sitting by your side while he feeds you in between soft forehead kisses and fixing your hair

[ccscocoapuffs]

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[kookiekult]

Ladies and germs, my favorite coquette teenage girl, negan smith. 🎀

Requested by: @slaybitch42 !!

I had a bunch of extra time on my hands so I got it done pretty quickly,

crowley edit is coming soon!!

Tysm for the ask! This was alot of fun to make <3

[voidesart]

Stolen bag, stolen heart.

Pairing: Jason Dean x reader

Word count: 447 words

Warnings: none

Summary: while in a hurry, you accidentally steal a cute guy’s bag.

Fandom: Heathers (1989)

Type: fluff (?)

Authors note: first fanfic on my new account, WHOOO!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy!

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” You didn’t look at the person you bumped into, but it wasn’t hard to guess by his long black trench coat. You hadn’t even talked to him properly, this was technically your first time interacting with him. That didn’t mean you hadn’t noticed him though. Jason Dean was not that sore on the eye.

Both of yours bags had fallen onto the ground. Without giving it a second thought you quickly grabbed a bag and ran for to your class. You were already late and being late for class always resulted in a long talk about why being on time is one of the most important things as a human. You yelled another ‘sorry’ over your shoulder as you ran, making eye contact with Jason.

Before JD could react you were gone. His eyes followed your person as it entered the classroom, before he looked at the bag on the floor, noticing it wasn’t familiar. He groaned and crouched down to grab it, even though he had a free hour, he wasn’t keen on barging in a class to get his bag back.

As you entered the class you felt a difference in the weight you were carrying. You looked down and noticed that you weren’t carrying your own bag and let out a frustrated sigh. As you were about to turn around to find the owner again, you heard the teacher clear her throat. This really wasn’t great timing.

The class went by very slowly, but when it was finally over you almost ran out of there.

You quickly went towards the cafeteria looking for the guy in the trenchcoat, knowing he would want his bag back just like you wanted yours, when you heard footsteps coming from behind you, You turned around and kept your gaze focused on the bag in your hands.

“You’ve got my bag-“

“I know, I’m sorry! I should’ve just ran back towards you but the teacher didn’t allow me and-“

You were cut off with a soft chuckle, you looked at him in confusion.

“You know, you’ve said sorry more times then we’ve talked. You say that a lot don’t ya?” He said, you could hear the grin radiating from his sentence. Blushing from embarrassment you finally looked up at him, His blue-Green eyes meeting yours. “I feel it a lot.” You said with small smile.

“Well you should, you bump into me, steal my bag” he says, his grin turning into a smug smirk, “and I don’t even get to know your name.” You look at him, smile, and properly introduce yourself.

“A stunning name, for a captivating person.”

[marcelllyn]

Just one bed.

This is kind of a continuation of the previous fanfic but it could also be a standalone story. (My obsession with him still hasn't passed.)

Dean and reader are traveling and they stop at a Motel and it only has one bed.

Warnings: Naked people, cute.

This was written very quickly and revised once and remembering English is not my first language.

Dean was a terrible driver when he was sleepy, but he refused to let me drive. After I agreed to go with him to Sam's college, for some reason, Dean had taken the long way around.

— Are you sure you don't want to let me drive?

—I have. — He yawned.

He looked at me heavily, it was clear that tiredness had taken over. My butt hurt from sitting so much, and my urge to pee only increased.

— I think we'd better stop at a hotel. — I stopped the loud music playing on the radio. — I can't stand spending so much time in this car anymore.

— Fresh. — He coughed.

I opened a smile.

—What did you say? — I raised my eyebrows.

—Nothing, I think you're so tired that you're hearing voices. — He squeezed my knee. — Search the map for the nearest hotel or motel, please.

I took the map from the glove compartment, the closest one is a good few miles away.

— I think we'd better stop and sleep in the car. — I showed him the map.

— It's not very safe. — He yawned.

— Dean, I think driving while drowsy isn't safe either.

—Two rooms? — He rolled his eyes. — We want a room, please.

I pinched her arm lightly when the little lady turned to pick up one of the only keys left.

— It's thirty-five dollars. — The lady's crow's voice made my body tremble.

I took the money from my jeans pocket and placed it on the table.

We went up the stairs, room two, I looked through a long hallway of doors with jumbled numbers.

— Why a room? — I whispered.

— There's no need to whisper here. — Dean stopped walking and the silence revealed the sounds of moaning, among other things. — Why spend money on two bedrooms? We might as well share a bed.

I remembered the last time we shared a bed, he snored like a pig.

—Do you snore. — I sighed with relief when I found the room. — He snores very loudly.

I turned the doorknob and entered the room, a heart-shaped bed, bathtub in the corner of the room and two lamps. A sudden change of scenery compared to the reception.

— This is like a five-star hotel. — Dean went ahead. — I'm going to take a shower first.

— Could you be a gentleman and let the ladies go first? — I closed the bedroom door and threw my backpack on the floor. — Don't be long, I need to use the bathroom.

He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, slamming the door. I looked at the hot tub. — A massage wouldn't go amiss now — I turned on the bathtub.

I took off my red tank top, which was very dirty, thanks to my little Coca-Cola incident earlier, and threw my jeans somewhere in the corner of the room.

I only put the tip of one foot in the water, the temperature was perfect. I turned on the hot tub. As soon as I got into that warm water, I swore I could feel my soul relaxing at that moment. Paradise must be like that.

It was a few minutes before the bathroom door opened, I slowly turned my face away out of pure instinct.

Dean had the towel wrapped around his waist. That man was divine.

—Is having fun? — He gave a smug smile.

— Relaxing is the right word, you should do the same.

—Sure, why not?

My eyes widen when he drops the towel and climbs into the bathtub naked.

— This is like paradise.

My cheeks burned, he opened his arms, stepping between the edges of the tub and throwing his head back.

— What silence, the cat got your tongue? — He complained, still with his eyes closed.

My brain was completely behind in processing my thoughts. It wasn't a big deal, well, it was a big deal.

— You're pale, you look like you've seen a ghost. If you see one, you better let me know. — His smug smile bothered me.

—Is nothing. — I snorted. Lies have never been my strong suit. — I'm going to go take a shower — I rested my hand on the edge.

Dean laughed rudely.

— You don't have to act like you've never seen me naked. — He mocked.

I rolled my eyes. He was always presumptuous to levels beyond heaven. Even if he was right, I never got used to seeing people naked in front of me.

I got out of the bathtub and headed towards the bathroom.

☆

The shower was terrible, the hot water didn't work, I had to take a lukewarm shower that was more like ice cream. The toilet, of course, was filthy. I put on sweatpants, after all, no one deserves to sleep in jeans.

When I came back, Dean was dressed, apparently he also minded sleeping in jeans. — Sleeping on the floor.

I thought about how stupid he was for not lying in bed.

I poked him with my foot.

—What it was? — He murmured.

—Are you a dog by any chance? You can lie down on the bed!

— I don't want to bother you with my snoring.

His concern was cute, but I wouldn't be able to sleep if he stayed on the floor.

— Your snoring is like music to my ears. — I poked his thigh three times with my foot, he grabbed it tightly and made a noise of dissatisfaction. — If you don't go to bed, I'll sleep on the floor too.

As soon as he let go of my foot and stood up, his gaze was like a dagger in my chest.

— How boring you are. — He threw himself onto the bed, lying face down. — Satisfied?

—Very. — I patted him lightly on the back.

I turned off the light and lay down, his snoring was really unbearable, but it was better to see him sleep on the floor.

He was so cute as he slept peacefully, even though he was snoring like some kind of monster.

Over time, my eyes felt heavy, my blinks were slow. Soon he falls asleep.

☆

Apparently, we forgot to close the curtains, the daylight did me the favor of waking me up, it was so good to sleep in a bed again.

I slowly opened my eyes, tried to get up, but Dean's heavy body was holding me back. He was hugging my body with one of his legs on top of me and his face between my neck.

His hot breath tickled, there was no snoring or drooling.

—Dean. — I whispered.

He mumbled something indecipherable.

— Dean!

—What it was? — He mumbled.

— We need to go, it's daytime and we don't want to hit traffic.

He walked away and sat down. I got up and picked up the pants thrown next to the t-shirt and put them in my backpack, grabbed the toothbrush and ran to the bathroom.

As soon as I got back, Dean was ready, sitting on the bed.

— Aren't you going to brush your teeth? Using the toilet?

— No. — He braved.

Any happiness left in my body drained away when I realized he was in a bad mood.

I guess I should say that I have a profile on Ao3, and on Wattpad, well on Ao3 I post basically the same things as here so...

I'm working on an arranged marriage fanfic, Sirius Black x Female Reader.

[ferrersbiggestfan]

Pov: Your camera roll is just Dean candids 🥴😅

[saber-monet]

[supernaturalfreewill]

"Not to sound weird or anything but, uhhh—" he cocked his head slightly to the side and shrugged, "I'd slay a dragon for you." And there it was—that smile that had you suddenly weak in the knees. Thank god you were sitting down.

You smiled back at him. "Really? So, you really are a knight in shining armor?"

"I could be, if you need one." Those green eyes, that boyish smirk... you were in big trouble. You found yourself biting your bottom lip subconsciously.

"And here I was thinking that was just a costume," you flirted back.

Dean laughed and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I really am a little upset Charlie didn't introduce us sooner," he said, meeting your eyes again.

"Me too. She'll be hearing about it from me for sure," you agreed. You spun your drink in your hands a little anxiously.

Dean paused and stared down into his mug of ale. "So—do you have any plans for after the—what is it? The coronation thingy?" he asked hopefully.

"That depends. Is this about a date or slaying a dragon?"

"Date. It's definitely about a date," he said with a nervous laugh. "I was thinking we could go... off-campus? See if you still like me at all without the sword and armor." He loved the way the corners of your eyes were crinkled in a smile, and even more how your full lips curved up at the corners before you answered.

"That sounds great. With or without the armor, I like your chances."

Prompt: "Not to sound weird but I'd slay a dragon for you." / "So, you really are a knight in shining armor?"

[lovelywriting666]

Strawberry Cream Cheese

Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x little sister!reader, Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, lil cameo of Claire Novak x reader (platonic)

synopsis: A day in the bunker with the boys

a/n: Girly reader, younger but like teenager age, takes place in no specific season, but like they all have up to date phones and stuff like that. Also this is a WIP and not proof read at all lolz <3

warnings: None

Hope you enjoy! :D

You were laying in bed listening to music, like classic lady gaga, Government Hooker, Americano, and Judas, while scrolling on your phone when you hear a knock on your door.

"Yeah?" You ask which is an invitation for the person on the other side of the door, presumably your brother, to open it. To no one's shock or surprise it's Dean.

"Hey kid, Sam's making breakfast do you want any?" He asks, his voice still laced with sleep, he probably just woke up.

You fell into the habit of getting up when Sam did so you could get ready for school, Sam was your personal alarm clock on school days and Dean was your personal chauffeur because Dean never trusted those school buses. But that's beside the point, you were used to waking up at the crack of dawn so you've been up for a while.

"Yeah, uh, just a begal and strawberry cream cheese" You respond as you pull yourself out of bed and stretch a bit.

Dean nods, "Alright kid, also change that music put on some good shit not this-" you cut Dean off with "Whatever old man" and Dean lets out and airy laugh and closes the door probably heading back to the kitchen where Sam was.

...

Once you put on something for the day you pause your music. Slide your phone into one of your pockets and head out into the hallway and to the kitchen. Sam was over the stove probably cooking eggs for himself and Dean, the toaster on and Dean with his head in the fridge.

You walk over to the kitchen table and sit down, you leg your legs across the bench and pull out your phone and you get a text from Claire.

Claire : Morning, going on a hunt, just wanted to let you know

You : Good Morning, have fun on the hunt!

Claire : Will do nerd

You : Knuckle Head

A plate clatters onto the table and you put your phone away and its your toasted bagel that Sam places in front of you and Dean sits across from you putting two plates down, one in front of him and one next to him. You gran the strawberry cream cheese container and open to find no cream cheese and you frown.

"What's wrong Bami?" Sam says kinda jokingly, it's the nickname Crowley gave you when you first met him with the brothers, it wasn't your proudest moment because you tripped in front of him, hence the nickname.

"We're out of Strawberry cream cheese" You say with a small huff and take a bite of your dry but good bagel.

"Damn, I think that calls for a food restock" Sam says, Dean and I agree.

Sam gets up from the table and grabs a notepad and pen from the junk drawer and walks back over to the table and sits down. He tosses me the notepad and pen, I scribble down food we need and other stuff while I eat. Once I think it's good I click the pen closed and Dean grabs the notepad off of the table and I continue eating.

"Nope, not buying *snack food* for you again" Dean said looking at the list.

"That was one time Dean! Plus you put it in the back of the cabinets, me and object permanence don't mix!" You sam with a huff and cross your arms.

"Fine, we'll get it but actually eat it this time" Dean says handing the list to Sam, you smirk getting up from the table and put your dishes in the sink. You hear Sam write down some things.

"Alright we'll let Dean finish eating breakfast, I'll wash the dishes and then we can head out" Sam say with a smile, I nod and head to the 'Dean Cave' because it has a bigger tv then in my room.

...

After a while you get a text from Sam.

Sam : Come on kid, we're heading out

You get up from the small love seat you were relaxing on and head to the main area. Sam and Dean were at the 'mission' table.

Sam was on his laptop and Dean was scrolling on his phone. Sam notices you first and shuts his laptop which makes Dean look up from his phone. Sam gets up from the table, Dean puts his phone in his pocket and pulls his keys out of his other pocket and jingle's them.

"Are lets get goin you two" Dean says with a smirk. You and Sam nod and follow Dean out to the garage and all pile into the Impala. You in the backseat, Sam and Dean in the front.

[livfastdieyoung69]

(the winchester boys try to ‘save’ goth!reader from their perfect lover);*!

(what the hell! stop trying to chop my boyfriends head off while he's professing his love!);*!

[emilialaurenn]

i just found this picture and i had to post it bc i’ve never seen it and baby dean is literally so adorable i can’t . i’m just imagining it , like this is the face he would make after trying the pie u attempted to make together even though neither of u can bake <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Sleeping Beauty - Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Title: Sleeping Beauty

Dean Winchester X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Betty OC (Mentioned), Mrs. Peterson OC (Mentioned), Sam, nicknames, Steven OC (Mentioned), Fanny OC, and Paul OC

Requested by: Sue!

WC: 5,982

Warnings: Reader has narcolepsy, information was gathered by the requester, sleep attacks mentioned, nicknames, bantering, teasing, cursing, Supernatural canon violence mentioned, blood very briefly mentioned, gun mentioned, jealousy mentioned, flirting mentioned, one-night stands mentioned, Dean's a bit insecure, cuddling, slight angst, and fluff

You always had the talent of falling asleep anywhere. Whether that be in the car during a couple hour drive or on the couch after reading a good book. Though those seem like typical places one could sleep. By the words 'falling asleep anywhere' you really did do such. 

And it didn't matter if you had a good night's sleep the night before. Everyday, almost all day, you'd end up falling asleep more than once. More than ten times most days. Whether for a couple of hours or a couple of minutes. It was something you didn't really control most of the time. One of the many perks of narcolepsy. Note the sarcasm.

You didn't have it as a kid. It sort of just came to you when you were a teenager. You started feeling incredibly tired throughout the day, your body begging to sleep, and sometimes you ended up doing such. Which really messed up your schedule. And got you in a bit of trouble in school. People didn’t understand and it took a bit to finally get diagnosed. 

It was sort of random too, never attacking at a specific time or anything; either happening after you ate something or spoke to someone. But every time you woke back up, you always felt sort of refreshed. 

But over the years, the symptoms lessened to a point that it was liveable. More liveable than it already was. You didn't hesitate getting out of bed in the mornings, or worried that much about how others would perceive you when out and about. Yes, there were tough days, but you made it through. Like you always did. 

It was difficult to find places to work, especially with your disability. But you did have one. It took you a bit to find a place that was accepting and understanding after you told them about your narcolepsy, but you found one. 

Betty's Diner, right off the highway on Route 66, Kansas. Little ol' Betty, the owner of the small 50's themed diner, was an angel; you were sure of it. She was so understanding and considerate of your condition and never got mad if you were late to a shift or went a bit overtime on your breaks. 

You were a waitress, working six hours five days a week. Getting to serve whoever came into the diner with a smile on your face. From trunk driver's to small families enjoying their family meals on discount Sunday, you had practically seen them all. Nothing really surprised you. You'd see a lot of different types of folks enter the diner and leave with full, content stomachs. 

Though, one day, new faces entered the small diner. Two men, both rather attractive in your book, entered the diner; the small bell signaling their arrival. The first man was very tall, you guessed taller than six foot, with broad shoulders, and ear-length brown, wavy hair. The second man, slightly shorter than the first, was wearing a red flannel and dark blue jeans, had an Ivy-League sort of haircut; either dark blonde or brown, you couldn't fully make up your mind. 

You were behind the counter when they walked over, and you quickly looked away and wrote down some nonsense on your small pad of paper to pretend that you were busy. It had been a slow Tuesday afternoon, not a lot of hungry customers, only old Steven who lived about a mile away came for his usual and Mrs. Peterson who came for a piece of Betty's famous pecan pie. Other than that, the day had been slow and quiet. 

You looked up at the two men when the counter bell was gently pushed, making you blink a couple of times. Your eyes ghosted from both men, going from Mister Ivy-League, to the tall one, and back. You gave them your best 'customer service' smile, your pen between your pointer and middle finger as you began to fidget with it; tapping it lightly on your pad of paper. 

"What can I get you two?" You asked, voice light and what some regulars at the diner had only described as 'sunny', as the two men turned to look over at the small menu that was taped to the back of the cash register.

The tall one cleared his throat briefly, giving you a small smile as he answered, "I'll have the 'Polly Pot Pie', uh, size small." To which, you gave him a nod and quickly wrote down his order. 

You then turned your attention to the second man, allowing yourself to let your eyes wander over his face. You couldn't help but notice how striking his green eyes were and the small freckles that littered his cheeks on his lightly sun-kissed skin. After a moment, Ivy-League spoke up, turning his gaze up to you. "What would you recommend, sweetheart?" He asked, and his sudden affectionate name made you take a small breath in before you snapped yourself out of it. 

"Well," You cleared your own throat, placing your hand on your chest momentarily, "I rather like the 'Southern Sloppy Joe' and the 'Betty's Beef Burger.'" You pointed to the menu with the tip of your pen, a bit nervous to meet his gaze. 

The man gave you a small, charming grin, leaning to rest one arm on the counter. "I'll take that burger then and…" He glanced at the menu before looking back at you, "I'll also have a slice of the apple pie." 

With that, you dropped your eyes from his rather intense gaze before continuing; you could feel your heart hammering in your chest, "Alright, is this for here or to go?" You then asked, writing their orders down quickly, waiting for their answer. 

"To g-" 

"For here," Ivy-League interrupted the tall one, making you look up from your pad of paper with a raised eyebrow. 

"Alright, well, you can find a place to sit. Fanny will bring you drinks. And your order will come out in a couple minutes." You spoke before the tall one spoke.

"Thank you…" He looked at your name tag, "Y/N." He then gave you a smile, Mister Ivy-League doing the same.

"Yeah, thanks, sweetheart." He thanked you, his pretty green eyes reluctantly leaving yours before leaving to follow what you could only assume was a friend or family member. It was like this man was trying to give you a heart attack or something.

With that, you let out a sigh, your heart calming slightly as you headed to the kitchen window. "Hey, Paul! We got a small pot pie, beef burger, and apple pie!" You called to the man. 

Paul wandered over, wiping his hands on the small towel hooked on his waist. A thin layer is sweat on his brow from the hot kitchen. You and Pual had gotten pretty close from your two years of working at Betty's. He was sort of a father figure for you. He always had a smile on his face, cracked terrible dad jokes daily, and always talked so highly of his wife and three daughters. You loved how much he doted on them. 

Taking the ripped paper with the orders, Paul nodded slowly, you could practically see the gears turning in his head, "Alrigh'," He began, "Be out in ten." 

Nodding with a smile, you headed around the counter, going to the very few customers that were in the diner before the mysterious men arrived. As said before, Tuesdays were pretty slow, so there weren't a lot of people around.

Stepping around the counter, you felt a small wave of sleepiness, and you knew you'd have to sit down or something soon. But you thought you'd at least check on the customers before rushing to the back break room. Practically speeding around, you kept a smile on your face as you checked on the diner-goers. Refilling their waters if needed. 

You are thankful you had Fanny with you in your shift. She also went around with you after getting drinks for the mysterious men. She glanced at you periodically, knowing by now that you were slowing down. Fanny was a great friend of yours. Only in her mid forties, she worked at the diner as a second job to help pay for her kids' education. She was keen on her two boys having a good education and getting into a good college. She was quite motherly with you, and so seeing you wobble slightly when you stepped, worried her. 

Checking on the fourth and last group of customers, you sluggishly moved to the side of the counter, gripping onto it as you let out a breath. Your eyelids felt very heavy as your head began to nod, it was hard to stay awake anymore. Your whole body felt as if you hadn't slept in two days, maybe three. Your limbs felt incredibly heavy and you couldn't stop a small yawn from escaping you. Trying to muster the strength to open your eyes and get to the break room, you tried to move, but before you knew it, you were asleep. 

Dean sat back against the red, leather booth, arms crossed as he looked around. His eyes momentarily landed on you before looking off at the small jukebox playing some 'Patsy Cline' song. Sam was doing pretty much the same, minus looking over at you. He was busy playing around with the salt and pepper shakers on the table before observing the art hanging on the walls; from old ads from the 50’s to illustrations of pinup girls. 

"Nice place," Sam spoke up, finally looking over at his older brother, who gave him a nod, looking away from you. 

"Yeah, it is nice." He spoke, his thoughts occupied at the moment making Sma roll his eyes.

"Yeah, don't think I didn't see the way you were looking at the waitress." Sam spoke, letting out a sigh, "And still are…" Dean looked over at his brother. 

Dean only shrugged, "She's alright." He replied simply, even though in reality, to Dean, you were definitely more than 'alright.' 

Sam rolled his eyes once again, a small smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "Whatever you say." He muttered, taking another sip of his water.

Letting out a sigh, Dean couldn't help but look back over at you. The 50's style outfit you were wearing was nothing short of adorable. Your hair was pulled away so it wouldn't get in your eyes, though soft, little wisps of hair gently framed your face. And the smile on your face lit up the room, making it feel so much warmer than it really was in the diner. Dean swiftly turned back to stare down at the table, his hand coming up to pull at the collar of his plain, black shirt. Feeling heat creep up his neck, he knew that his gaze had lingered for longer than strictly necessary. You were just too damn attractive to not look at.

Now Dean had had his fair share of relationships, flings, and one-night-stands; being a hunter, it was hard to make and keep long, deep, and meaningful relationships with others who weren't also hunters. 

Now it wasn't like Dean hadn't ever found a waitress attractive, he had certainly done so many times before. But the way you looked right now… You were just so goddamn beautiful. And all you were doing was just standing there, talking to another customer. Hell, Dean wouldn't be surprised if you were an angel.

Though, Dean's thoughts were quickly interrupted when he heard someone yell out your name.

Turning his head, Sam followed, seeing that you were now laying on the ground. People around gasped and murmured to each other as Fanny went over and knelt down beside you, raising your head into her lap. 

Dean got out of his seat in the booth quickly, making his way over with furrowed eyebrows, worry clean in his eyes. 

"Is she alright?" Dean asked, noticing your chest rise and fall softly; you were at least breathing. But you must have had quite a tumble. 

Fanny brushed her fingers behind your head, pulling back to see no blood. "She's alright," She let out a sigh of relief, and at her words Dean's visibly relaxed as well, though he was curious as to what happened. As was Sam, peering over his brother's shoulder down at you. His mind was already racing with theories. 

"What happened?" A different customer asked from their booth, their soup sitting forgotten in front of them. 

"Don't worry," Fanny only shook her head at the person's question, slowly helping you up, your head landing on her shoulder. "This happens a lot, but she's fine." 

Before Dean, or Sam for that matter, could offer to carry you, Fanny lifted you in her arms easily; surprising both men.

And that was when you first met Dean and Sam. It was awkward, sure, but nowadays, you, Dean, and Sam would joke about it if the story was ever retold. And that had been two years ago. 

From that day on, Sam and Dean would come almost twice a month. Three, if you were lucky. Sam would always get some sort of salad and Dean would always get a slice of apple pie. They both became regulars and every time they entered the little diner, the closer you got to the both of them. 

So, there you were, sitting on the couch in front of the TV in the bunker, popcorn in hand in a small plastic bowl as you watched some cowboy movie that you knew Dean would love, if he hadn't seen it already. It was hard concentrating on the movie, your mind feeling a bit hazy as you tried to pay attention and take note of what the characters were saying, but all the information was just slipping away. 

Slowly chewing the popcorn that was in your mouth, you blinked, staring at the TV before your head began to loll to the side, your eyes shutting as your body fell to the side, thankfully, your head landing on a pillow. You didn't know how long you were asleep until you jolted awake. 

Raising a hand to your head, you scratched at your scalp lightly, blinking repeatedly before looking around you. The TV playing your movie had already gone to the credits, making you furrow your eyebrows and frown slightly. You must've been watching a movie. 

Hearing the bunker doors open, you turned to watch Dean and Sam enter, Sam shaking off his boots and setting his gun on the small table by the door. He wandered off to either shower or hide in the library, but not before giving you a small smile and a wave in greeting. Dean ended up doing the same, taking off his boots before looking up and giving you a smile. That smile that always made your knees weak and your heart race.

"Hey there, sweetheart," He greeted you, going over to the couch to sit beside you, "You alrigh’?" He then asked, noticing that you looked a little spaced-out, but nonetheless making you smile right back at how sweet he was being; had always been with you. Though your cheeks felt incredibly warm, taking note of how close he was sitting next to you.

"I'm alright," You dropped your hand from your hair, "I think I must have had a sleep attack or something. I don't really remember putting on this movie." You gestured to the TV, making Dean look over to see the end of the credits roll by. 

"Well, that's okay," He looked back over to you, his arm resting up against the back of the couch, the tips of his fingers brushing against your hair, "We can always rewatch it later. You know how much I love cowboy movies." He spoke, somehow knowing it was a cowboy movie before pressing a quick kiss to your temple, and standing. "I'm gonna shower, and then order us some pizza. Want your usual?" He asked, backing up towards his room, to which you nodded. 

"Thank you, De." You thanked him, as Dean just gave you a wink.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

Once he was out of sight, you let out an almost dreamy sigh. You had thought in the beginning of living with the two brothers that you might become a burden, that they’d tire of you and want you to move out of the bunker. You couldn’t even count on your fingers the amount of times you fell asleep on them when on the couch, or having a short sleep attack while conversing with either brother. And Dean was indescribable, truly. He was so understanding of you and your condition, even after hard days when it was difficult for you to go through the day, he was there. Dean was always there for you. Always there to make sure that you were in a safe place if he noticed a sleep attack was coming. Always there to bring you to bed or the couch if you fell asleep in an awkward place for a long time. And always there to explain to you what had happened if you needed him to. And you were incredibly grateful. 

Your heart would always race and your chest would feel warm whenever you woke up with your favorite throw blanket over you and a soft pillow under your head after long sleep attacks on the couch. And it didn't stop there, Dean would leave you little notes around the bunker for you. Because of your condition, you were sometimes prone to forgetting important information, so Dean would leave little post-its around, on your bedroom door or on the fridge. He usually did it before he left for a hunt with Sam, letting you know that he was out and that he'd be back. All of these things, these little things that helped you so much throughout the day, made you fall hard for Dean Winchester. 

It was quite obvious for Dean, and even Sam, that ever since he met you at that diner, Dean was smitten. And Sam knew that too, Dean hardly went to his usual pie place anymore, opting to go to the diner you worked at. To see you, but to also get some pie, but mostly to see you. He'd walk in, either by himself or with Sam tagging along, noticing the bright smile on your face widen as you looked up from behind the counter, your eyes meeting his. Dean would subtly flirt with you, loving your infectious laugh as you then asked him what he'd like to order. But you knew the answer. He'd always order the same thing, a bacon cheeseburger and a slice of apple pie. He ordered that so often in fact that Betty just added his order to the menu as ‘Dean’s Special.’

The only thing was, neither you nor Dean thought to maybe confess these feelings that were growing for one another. You thought that Dean wouldn’t return your feelings. He was Dean Winchester. A hunter of demons and all kinds of creatures. He was gorgeous, with stunning green eyes and silky dark blonde hair that could make a girl swoon. He could have any girl, anyone for that matter. During the time that you knew Dean, after a successful hunt, he'd most of the time go to some hotel with some woman he found at the bar. It hurt whenever Dean came back home after a one-night stand, seeing his hair ruffled slightly, one of his flannels held over his shoulder, and his right boot not fully tied. And it hurt when you'd look over to the other side of the bar, only to see him flirting with someone. Sam knew, and you knew that he knew. But you were glad that he didn't say anything. He'd just rub your shoulder, a small frown on his face. It hurt when he called you those sweet nicknames, kissed your forehead, and gave you that charming smile of his. 

But, Dean hadn't stayed the night with anyone in a long while, but you didn't want to give yourself any false hope. Maybe he was just too tired after some hunts to go out to the bar to find anyone. Again, he was Dean Winchester... He could have anyone he wanted. And honestly, you tried to reason with yourself, he probably thought of you as a sister; just like Sam.

Dean didn't see you as a sister at all. You were so much more than that. And that was why Dean hadn't gone home with any women in a long time, none of them were you. And Sam knew, and Dean knew that his younger brother knew about his growing feelings toward you. Sam knew the first day they met you. Sam tried reasoning with Dean but with no luck. 'Just tell her,' he'd say, but in Sam's words, Dean would chicken out. Dean couldn't tell you. You were perfect. And you deserved so much better than him anyway. He was nothing special. Just plain ol' Dean Winchester. Dean, who had been hunting for practically his whole life, and whose said was filled with pain and sadness. He couldn't burden you with this. You had enough to deal with, without him adding on to that. And that was why it was so hard to tell you. He wanted to tell you, he wanted to be selfish. But, for the first time in a very long time, Dean didn't want to mess up and lose you. 

But with every glance, every interaction, both you and Dean found it harder to not say anything about some of the events that had taken place during the past couple of weeks. 

~~~

Dean had been leaving the War Room, passing the library, Dean stopped. Taking a couple of steps back, Dean peered into the library, seeing you curled up on your favorite armchair, asleep. A smile tugged at the corner of Dean’s lips at the sight. It had only been about three months since you came to live at the bunker with himself and Sam. It was all by accident really, how you had come to learn about Sam and Dean’s line of work. Well, what really happened was Dean accidentally blurted it out. It wasn’t his fault though, you were just so easy to talk to. Dean hated talking about it, Sam still liked to bring it up. 

Making his way inside, Dean walked over to you, taking a moment before slowly taking the open book from your lap. Making sure to keep the book open on the page you had left off on, Dean read the front cover, taking note that you had been reading the first 'Lord Of The Rings’ book. Finding the worn receipt that you used as a bookmark, Dean slid it between the pages and shut your book, leaving it on the table for you. 

Turning back to you, Dean bent down and slid his arms under your back and legs before picking you up into his arms. Dean didn't think you would want to stay in that awkward position any longer than you had to be; all scrunched up. Looking down at you, Dean held his breath as you let out a small unintelligible mumble, only to let it out when you just nuzzled into his neck. Dean froze for a moment, the feeling of your warm breath on his neck sending shivers through his body before he started walking again. He mentally shook his head. He had carried you to your bed many times before, this was nothing new to him. Dean continued his walk to your room, nudging your slightly ajar door open with his foot before stepping in. 

Placing you gently on your bed, Dean pulled out the blanket from under you before placing it over you; the blanket reaching your chin. Leaning down, Dean pressed a small, chaste kiss to your forehead before straightening. Freezing, Dean's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't done that before. That was new. Dean shook his head, turning away quickly before heading out of your bedroom. Making sure to close his door behind himself, Dean made his way back to his own room, closing the door quietly behind himself. Laying down on his own bed, Dean sighed heavily. What was going on with him?

~~~

The road had been a bit bumpy, but that didn't stop your body from taking a nap. Laying on the leather seats of the Impala, your legs kicked up on the seat, resting on Dean's lap as he drove you to the diner for your shift. With one hand on the wheel, Dean's free hand was on your calve, his thumb brushing against you softly. He glanced periodically at you, seeing you somewhat peacefully asleep. At a red light, Dean turned to look at you, a small smile on his face before he turned back to look at the road.

Soon after, you sat up, sluggishly as you rubbed your left eyelid with the palm of your hand. Moving your head to lay more comfortably against the back of the seat. As you were gaining your bearings, Dean's smile grew, "Good mornin', sleeping beauty." He commented lightly.

You smiled, your eyes meeting him briefly, "How long was I out?" You asked, checking your watch on your arm. Usually in the mornings, your need to sleep would last no more than fifteen to twenty minutes. You made sure to sleep on the way to work, during your lunch break after you ate, and before dinner. You hated fighting the drowsiness, so it was always easier just to take those small naps during the day. It definitely made the day more bearable. 

"Uhm, not long, twenty minutes max. We're almost at Betty's." Dean glanced over at you once more, pausing his small caresses on your calves. "How are you feelin’?" He asked, a soft concern in his voice.

You shrugged a shoulder, your smile never wavering as you looked at Dean's side profile, "Still tired, but better." You assured him, voice soft and heart filled with fondness. It wasn't long until Dean pulled into the parking lot of Betty's, turning off the engine as you shuffled your legs off his lap. Letting out a sigh, you turned to Dean who had been already looking at you, making your cheeks feel a bit warm. "Thank you for driving me, De." You thanked him, Dean giving you a nod in response. 

Dean had been driving you to work for the past couple of months, even though you said you were fine with taking a cab or something. Dean, on the other hand, insisted that you’d let him drive you. You felt pretty bad, not wanting to feel like a burden, or making Dean feel as if he had to take you - even trying to pay him for all the gas he used driving you there and back. But Dean wasn’t having it. He told you that you weren’t a burden, and that you didn’t have to pay him. All he wanted in return was a slice of apple pie, and you were more than willing to give him that.

"You call me if you need anything, alrigh'?" He requested, reaching over the console and taking your hand into his own, squeezing it gently. The simple action of him holding your hand had you feeling warm again.

You nodded, smiling warmly at him, "Yeah, I know, Dean. You tell me every time you drop me off. You don’t have to worry." Letting out a little laugh, you pressed your free hand to your mouth, a small wave of drowsiness going through you. In reality though, Dean had only said those words a good handful of times; you were just messing with him.

You couldn’t recognize the look in Dean’s eyes when you brought your attention back to him. You watched as he slowly licked his bottom lip before he reached over with his free hand and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers sunk into your hair, bringing you close enough to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Your breath hitched ever so slightly at the sudden affection from him. But, you were happy that he showed you such affection. For the rest of the working day, you had thought about that forehead kiss, almost constantly when you weren’t helping customers.

The forehead kisses were a pretty new thing between the two of you. Dean had first done it after he got back from a pretty bad hunt. Rushing down the stairs only to bring you into his arms. You didn’t know what had happened during the hunt, and you never asked. You knew whatever did happen, it shook Dean. Which was a feat within itself.

You had looked over Dean’s shoulder, eyes meeting Sam’s as you silently asked him what had happened, but Sam just gave you a small shrug before leaving the room. You just let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around Dean, not even caring about the blood on his brown jacket or the terrible smell reeking off of him. 

Pulling back slightly, you had kept your arms around him as you looked up at him. “Are you alright?” You asked, voice soft, seeing how his green eyes glinted in the light of the room. 

Dean said nothing, mustering up a small, almost sad smile before he leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You remembered that you felt so warm but so light at the same time. Your heartbeat quickening as your eyes fluttered shut. He held you for a moment more, as if he was cherishing the moment - as you were - before he let go of you and left the room. 

But that kiss, that kiss in the Impala felt different. A good different. 

~~~

The bunker had been quiet, minus the TV playing that cowboy movie you sort of slept through. Pressed against Dean’s side, you periodically grabbed a couple of pieces of popcorn from the bowl in Dean’s lap, chewing slowly as you stared at the screen. You couldn’t believe a full year had passed since the two brothers walked into your life. You were trying to fight the sleepiness that you were feeling. You really wanted to spend more time with Dean. 

Speaking of the man, his arm was wrapped around you, pulling you close. His fingers were gently caressing your forearm, tracing patterns into your skin. It made you smile, and you let yourself sink further onto the couch, resting your head on his shoulder. He chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Comfy there, sweetheart?” he asked softly, teasingly, his ministrations on your arm pausing.

You moved your head slightly to look up at him, slightly startled at how close both of your faces were, "Yeah," You breathed out, not wanting to raise your voice so as to not ruin the quiet atmosphere. "I'm sorry in advance if I fall asleep on you." You said before turning back to the TV, rubbing your cheek against his shoulder; the smell of his cologne practically engulfing you.

Dean only hummed in return, his eyes staying on you for a moment more. The room was dim but the small lamp lit up enough of the room for Dean to see you clearly. Your eyelashes brushed over your cheeks, and his expression softened slightly. “It's okay, you're safe here,” He murmured, “I promise not to draw on your face with a pen as you sleep."

Laughter erupted out of you, shaking your head slightly as your shoulders shook. “Dean, that’s mean!” You playfully slapped his chest with a hand, making Dean pretend wince.

Raising his free hand in surrender, Dean let out his own laughter, “Just jokin’, just jokin.”

You only shook your head, turning your head to face the screen, “Sam was right, you are immature.”

“Wait, Sammy said that about me?” Dean asked, finding the small smirk on your face adorable before he let out a sigh, “In all seriousness, you’ll be fine. I’ll bring you to bed when you’re ready.”

"Thank you, De." You muttered back, turning your body slightly towards his to curl more into his side, eyes finally shutting.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart," Dean smirked lightly, turning back to stare at the TV screen, "I know I'm awesome."

~~~

Present day, Dean walked back into the room no more than thirty minutes later, a plain t-shirt on with gray sweatpants. His hair was slightly damp from his shower as he walked over to the couch where you were still sitting. Sitting beside you, Dean let out a sigh as he sat; his arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder. 

“I ordered the pizza, should be able to pick it up soon,” Dean spoke, looking over at you as you paused your reading, placing your thumb in between the pages so you wouldn’t lose your place.

“Did you get those cheesy sticks?” You asked, watching as Dean’s smile widened ever-so-slightly. 

“Of course, who do you think I am?” Dean asked in mock offense, and when he received a small shove from you in response he smirked. “I got your pizza, mine, and Sammy's. The cheese sticks too, so don't worry that pretty little head of yours." Dean teased, bringing his arm up to ruffle your hair slightly. 

As he pulled away, Dean dropped his arm back around your shoulders, unable to pull his eyes off of you. You furrowed your eyebrows confused as to why he was looking at you with such tenderness, “Why are you staring at me like that?” You asked curiously, feeling a little bit nervous as his eyes stared intently into yours. You couldn't think for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden proximity as he fidgeted in his seat, unknowingly scooting closer to you.

“I...” Dean trailed off, staring down at you. His eyes glinted mischievously in the low light and you felt your breath hitch. ‘Why did he have to be so attractive?’ you had thought, heart racing as Dean just let out a shaky sigh, a small grin appearing on his face. “Nothing.” He only then said, making you let out a small, breathy laugh. 

"You really are something, Dean Winchester," You teased, watching as Dean's cheeks flushed lightly, highlighting the many freckles placed there.

With that comment, he gave you a playful pout, but before he could say anything, Sam popped into the room. "Yes, yes, he is truly something. Now, something is going to happen to the two of you if I don't get my food." He spoke grumpily before heading back into the library.

Bringing your eyes back on Dean, his grin just turned into a smirk, his green eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips, and back, “Well, you heard him... I should be gettin' that pizza. Don't want little Sammy to have a tantrum.” With that, he stood up and grabbed his keys from the coffee table. You let out a sigh you didn't even know that you were holding as Dean turned to you. "Want to ride with me? I can tell you all about that time Sam and I found the source of all evil in a Vegan factory." He asked, twirling the key ring around his finger, the keys clashing. 

Sputtering out a short laugh, you rolled your eyes, "Of course, just don't get all upset when I fall asleep." You answered, standing up, already feeling a bit sluggish as Dean wrapped an arm around your waist, your arm then wrapping around his; making your way up the stairs. 

Once outside of the bunker, Dean leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, "Wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart."

[itsamedebression]

POV: Him (your fave male character), picks up your teeny tiny frame, but then he breathes too hard and you're accidentally sent billowing across the room and your small spindly limbs violently smash and twist in sixty different ways, leaving you softly whimpering in unimaginable agony so then he has to spoonfeed you back to health, but using a pinpoint carved into the shape of a spoon via lasers, because normal ones are just too big and you're hoisted up onto the fireplace with duct tape because you're too short for the bed, uWu.