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beautifulbows924 · 4 years

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The Christmas Wish

Dean Winchester X Reader, Sam (Platonic)

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A/N: I’ve really hopped back into my writing lately and I’m super excited. This is my first time writing for supernatural, so go easy on me. I’d love to do some requests- feel free to send me some, Happy holidays!

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Fluff, Gore mention.

Summary: Christmas is near and feelings are being kept secret, will they find out how they really feel about each other or will they never get the chance?

“Are we really going to do this right now?”, Dean asked, exasperated with both you and his brother.

“Yes”, You responded, not missing a beat.

He rolled his eyes, but handed you an ornament anyway. You placed it on the tree with a smile. It was Christmas and you loved the holidays- plus you knew the boys hadn’t had a traditional holiday in years, if not more. So here: you, the Winchester’s, and Cas were putting ornaments and lights on the Christmas tree like the majorly dysfunctional family you were. However, as good as this was, this wasn’t all you wanted for Christmas. What you really wanted was for a certain Winchester to wake up and smell the roses (or in this case apple pie).

“Here you go”, You said after handing all of them cups of hot chocolate.

“And this is why you’re the best”, Sam said kissing your forehead and giving you a smile.

Unnoticed to you, Dean suddenly was wearing a frown on his face seeing the exchange between you and his brother. It made him seethe whenever he would see how well you went together, he wanted to be the one to kiss your forehead and make you smile.

Sam was the one that always noticed this and suddenly not being able to stand the obliviousness of both of you. He took you by the arm to the kitchen, mumbling an excuse about needing you to help him find something.

“Sam!”, You laughed finally managing to tug your arm from his grip, “What’s going on?”.

He sighed running a hand through his hair, “You have got to know that my brother likes you”.

“What?”, You asked, that couldn’t possibly be true.

“God, you’re both blind idiots sometimes. His eyes light up when you smile, and you blush when he touches you for a little too long. He’s the best and so are you- you both deserve to be happy for once”, He said smiling.

“So, what should I do? I can’t just tell him that I like him Sam”.

“Let me deal with that- I have a few ideas”.

“I don’t know if I should appreciate how much thought you’ve put into this, or be a little scared”, You said still nervous about any plan that would include Dean finding out about your feelings for him.

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder, “Look at me, I promise everything is going to be okay- just trust me on this one”.

You were still skeptical, but you nodded in agreement to his plan anyway.

Once returning to decorating, you couldn’t help but notice the lingering glances Dean was throwing your way. You actually thought Sam could be right, but you tried hard to not let yourself get your hopes up.

In bed, later that night, you couldn’t stop the slight smile that tugged at your lips or the flutter of butterflies in your stomach.

You were abruptly woken up by Dean shaking your arm roughly, looking at him you could see he had a guilty look on his face.

“You’re not going to like this”, He said, “-but we have a case”.

“Well duty calls and all that bullshit, right?”, You said throwing the covers off of you.

“Yeah, though I know we were all looking forward to the holidays this year, especially you sweetheart”.

Your heart swelled at the nickname, but you knew you had a job to be done, “So, what are we dealing with this time?”

“A Djinn by the looks of it”, Sam said walking in the room with one of many lore books.

“Great another wish bitch, just what we need”.

You remember the stories the boys have told you about Djinns, they’re quite dangerous. Being able to poison someone with just one touch.

“I’ll prepare the knives if you get the lamb’s blood”, You said to Sam who was already on his way out of the room.

“Sounds good”.

“We’ll leave at 11”, Dean said before leaving too.

Once they were gone your shoulders slouched, just one holiday? With the man you secretly loved and your two best friends. That’s all you wanted.

You were canvasing the large warehouse, looking for points of entry until you found a large window on the first floor that was already broken.

“Boys”, You whisper yelled loud enough for them to hear, “I found our way in”.

They instantly came over to you readying themselves for the fight they were about to walk into. Just before you went through the window Dean grabbed your arm, turning you to face him, “Be careful, okay?”.

You nodded continuing your movement being as quiet as possible. There was a bunch of rows of shelves, you each split up into one. The only sound you could hear was that of your own breathing. When you finally made it to the end of your row you found people strung up and connected to blood bags, as pale as ghosts.

You pulled the needles from them, and worked on getting them loose. When you turned you saw a Djinn directly in front of you, it took the knife from your hands and flung it against the wall. You ran to try and get it, but it was immediately back on you again crushing you against a wall. You could hear Dean shout your name, before everything went black.

You woke up back at the hotel, Dean at your side.

“You’re okay- thank goodness”, He said squeezing your hand. You didn’t know why, but this didn’t feel right.

You ignored it.

“Did everyone get out okay?”, You asked concern evident in your voice.

“Yeah, a lot of them were banged up pretty bad, you included. You scared me”.

“Where’s Sam?”

“Just resting”, He said, placing a hand on your face. It looked like him and talked like him, but when you love someone you know and you knew this wasn’t Dean. Sitting up you tell him you have to go to the bathroom, but instead you make your way out of the hotel room and into baby, using the keys you stole from his pocket without him noticing- something you never would have been able to accomplish if this was real. You sighed; you were really enjoying the treatment he was giving you. If only it were real.

“Dammit, why’d she have to go and do that Sammy? She should have waited for us”, Dean said holding your body close to his.

“Cas!”, He yelled, causing the angel to appear, “Help her”.

Cas walked over placing his hand on your head, “I can’t, she has to make the choice herself”.

He looked at the angel, green eyes red rimmed with pain swirling in them.

“Please come back to me”, Dean repeated in your ear over and over.

Sam and Cas stood off to the side wishing for the best.

Pulling into the warehouse, you immediately jumped out, following your original path.

“You can’t just let yourself be happy, can you?”, Dean’s voice asked from behind you.

“Here, I love you, and I want to be with you. We can get married, have kids. Out there he doesn’t really care about you. Sam’s just trying to help to make you feel better, but here everything you want can be yours- I can be yours, isn’t that what you really want?”.

You walked up to him, kissing him on the lips like it could be your last chance.

“Maybe he doesn’t want me and never will, but I’d rather live what’s real out there, than a lie in here”, You said, taking your knife and stabbing yourself in the chest. You fell to the ground as you blacked out again.

Your eyelids fluttered open as you groaned weakly, Dean pulled you tighter to him, “I thought I lost you”, He said his voice cracking with relief.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily Winchester”, You said before coughing.

“Good”.

Back at the bunker Christmas was only a day away, with this hunt almost bleeding into the holiday, you felt lucky you were actually going to get to spend time with the boys- especially after everything that had happened.

Dean had barely left your side since. He seemed like he still felt responsible no matter what you told him.

You missed the Djinns dream world sometimes, but you knew you had made the right choice. Reality was always better even if you wished for more. Sam had yet to make good on his promise and you were slowly losing hope. You told yourself it was for the best.

You were walking to your room when you ran into Dean, “Ouch!”, You exclaimed.

“Sorry”, He said.

You turned to leave, but before you could- “Wait, look up”.

You looked up to see a Mistletoe strategically placed by whom you assumed was Sam.

“Oh, well we don’t have to. I’m sure you don’t want to so it’s fine- “, You were cut off by lips being pressed to yours. You instantly responded by wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. When you had to break free for air, you smiled up at him slightly surprised.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while, but this hunt made me realize something important. That we never know how long we’ve got and whatever time we’ve got left I want to spend it with you”.

You kissed him again letting his words sink in. You really were getting what you wanted for Christmas.

“Remind me to thank Sam later”, You said with a giggle.

Finally, your Christmas wish had come true.

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