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Winter Cabin (Y/n Pov)

By Jay-and-dean and Roonyxx

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean is tired and grumpy lately, maybe the magic of a winter cabin and love can make him relax ?

Warnings: Fluff and Smut. A hint of angst and adult language.

Note: this is our third collaboration

This is how it works:

We wrote the same story, and we did it together. I wrote Y/n’s Pov and @jay-and-dean wrote Dean’s Pov

We both worked as much on this story and it’s the result of both our brains but also both our hearts.

Please, if you want to show love for this story, don’t forget we were together in this.

Wordcount: 5089

READ DEAN’S POV HERE

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Y/N’S POV

When you asked Dean to get in the car you could see the hesitation about leaving his home in his eyes. You knew all he wanted was to lay down in his bed and rest, but you wanted to take him away from here and from all of it. You wanted to make him let go of everything for a while, and in a bunker filled with lore and laptops ready to ping at a new hunt that is impossible. But he agreed and got in the car with a tired frown.

Since then, he is grumpy. He has every right to be. The last few hunts were hard on him. That’s exactly why you planned this surprise, he will love it. His mood won’t bring yours down.

In the few hours you have been driving north, you can’t help but notice his watery eyes from all the yawning.

“You know I could have driven, Dean, right ?” You say as you bent a little forward to see his face.

“And risking damages on baby ?” a groan accentuated his words “No thank you.”

You let the snarky remark wash over you, but it still stings a little. It’s not like you have never driven the impala before but when Dean is grumpy, he tends to push you away a little. It’s all worth it, you’re going to smother him with love once you reach your destination.

“I do have my driving license” you say with a little smile to break the tension.

“Yes but the road is frozen, and she only listens to me” he says with a small smile, his way of trying to say sorry for his earlier remark.

Dean can be hard at times but he loves you uncontrollably, and he’ll never hurt you on purpose.

“Turn left” you say as you point towards the road on the left.

“I know my right and left” he grunts again, pushing your hand away.

“Maybe, but you have the reflexes of a sloth today” you mock him, his grumpy mood starting to pull on yours a little, you just really don’t want to drive the wrong way and risk getting lost, that would only worsen his already dampened mood. “So I prefer making sure.”

You won’t let him be mean to you, you can get really impressive when you’re angry. But you know Dean, you know him better then himself, you know a few ways to untie his panties.

After he turns left you start getting excited.

“We’re almost there” you look around the snowy landscape, everything sounds so much softer, the snow functioning as an isolation for the screams of the world. “Look at those giant pine trees covered in snow !” when you were little you always thought it looked like the trees had put on their winter coat.

You turn your head to the other side as you hear his monotone “Mh”

“Look at this lake !” it is huge and completely frozen, it’s beautiful, so beautiful it almost asks to be touched. “It’s like a giant mirror.”

Another gloomy “Mh” leaves his lips.

You know it is just because he is tired. But you are getting so close now, not even his uninterested grunts can ruin your mood.

You sit up on your knees on the bench seat, sometimes taking his face in your hands to show him something or to just give him a kiss on his temple in a protective way. You try to pull him into your enthusiasm, and whether it works or not, you will keep trying. You will keep giving all you have in you to make him smile again.

“Yes ! It’s there. Look !” You nearly scream when the cabin appears in the middle of the Tongass National Forest. Some old friends of yours own it and you asked them if you could ‘borrow’ it for a while. You were so happy when they agreed.

“Finally !” he breaths out as he parks the Impala in front of it.

You both take your bags out of the trunk, make your way inside and switch on the light. The atmosphere in the cabin is a lot warmer than the outside.

The cabin isn’t that big, it exists out of a living room, a small kitchen to the right side, one bedroom and bathroom upstairs, but you don’t need much space anyway.

Because of its smaller size it holds a cozy vibe. The cabin is entirely made out of wood with an exception to the stone fireplace. There is a smooth carpet where three large sofas are placed around the fireplace, you can count at least three, no four fluffy blankets spread around the couches with numerous pillows. The lights cast a soft amber color on everything, a harsh contrast from the stark white snow outside.

“Oh wow, where did you find this place ?” Dean wonders out loud.

“I have connections” you grin as you take his hand to pull him upstairs to unpack.

The bedroom is fairly small, the big bed takes up most of the space. But it has the fluffiest blankets and a ton of pillows to cuddle in. A string of fairy lights is connected to the ceiling.

Dean half moans at the sight of the bed and let himself drop in it. Your boyfriend is a big guy but even he looks tiny in this king size bed ! You laugh and drop next to him, putting your hand on his chest as you turn on your side and lean up on your elbow to watch the man you love.

“Do you like it ?” you ask him, stroking his broad chest.

“Yes, it’s cute” he says as his hand grasps yours on his chest and lifts it up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. “Thank you, baby. I Think we both really needed a break” he says with a huffed breath.

“Yeah we did, we’re both tired, you more than me because you always insist on doing most of the work” you cup his cheek, your fingers enjoying the scratch from his scruff.

It has been a while since he shaved and you don’t mind it one bit, he looks even more handsome now.

“You go change into something comfier baby, I packed your robe and your hotdog pants, I’ll get the cocoa heated up downstairs, okay ?” You sit up and turn to him, his face lights up like a child on Christmas.

“You’re the best” he says with a smile “I’ll be right down to help you” he sits too and takes his bag to search for his clothes.

“No need, baby, I got it under control” you kiss his forehead and leave the room to go to the fridge.

Your friend told you to send a grocery list so she could fill up the fridge for you, she truly is an angel.

You are taking out the ingredients you need for your cocoa deluxe when you feel two strong arms wrap around your waist and a face nuzzle in your neck, giving you those sweet open mouth kisses only he has the secret.

“You didn’t have to do all of this baby, but still thank you. I already feel a little more relaxed” he whispers sweetly in your ear.

You arch one arm back to run your fingers through his soft hair.

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to do it” you say as you keep stirring the cocoa milk in the pot “Do you want marshmallows, cinnamon, whipped cream or sprinkles on yours ?” you turn your head to see a mischievous glint in his eyes that says exactly what he wants.

“Okay all of them it is” you chuckle as you stroke the arm around your waist “Get comfy on the sofa, I put a bag with Dr. Sexy MD DVD’s on the floor by the tv, you can choose which one you want to watch.”

He lets you go with one last kiss to your cheek.

“God I love you” he says making his way to the tv.

You pour the hot beverage in two enormous mugs, add the ingredients Dean wants and the same on yours. You put it on a tray with numerous snacks, walk towards the tv and put it on the little table.

Dean has just put in one of the disks as he sits down on one of the couches. You take a huge blanket and drape it over him, making sure you tuck the blanket under his feet and legs before handing him his hot cocoa. You take yours and carefully slip beneath the blanket and snuggle up to him.

“Are you comfy ?” you ask him.

“Very comfy baby” he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer into him, then takes a sip from his drink.

When he looks up at you in a hum, you can’t hold in your laugh.

“What ?” he asks with a frown.

“You’ve got whipped cream on your nose” you say with a giggle.

At that, he turns both his eyes to his nose which only makes you laugh harder.

“Wait, let me help” you sit up a little higher to kiss the cream of his nose. “Mhh delicious.”

He’s chuckling softly when his eyes fall on the snack tray.

“Oh you got twizzlers !” He gasps “When I was little Sam and I used to do a competition of who could push it the furthest in their nose” he laughs.

“Oh my God, and you ate it afterwards ?” you ask him, he nods while laughing “Oh that’s disgusting!” you chuckle.

“Hey! You try to keep a seven years old entertained 24/7, you come up with some weird stuff!” he says with a smile.

You know Dean never had an easy childhood, he never got to be a child. At age four he was robbed from his innocence. He had to be a mother and a father for his little brother because his dad was being too busy with everything except his kids, you would never forgive John for doing that to Dean.

That’s why you often take him to go do silly things, like mini golf, or laser shooting, you bake pies with him and always start a food fight. You wanted to give him little pieces of childhood he never had…

Now, you look out the window and a new childish idea struck your mind.

You stand up and take his mug from his hands, putting it down on the table as you pull him up from the couch.

“Come on !” you say as you tug him to the back door.

“What are we doing ?” he asks but you don’t answer him already putting on your jacket, gloves and shoes, motioning to Dean to do the same.

Once you are both dressed you push him out the door, he stands there in the middle of the snow, his long robe peeking from under his jacket, he looks so cute.

“Why are we outsi-“ his sentence is cut off when you hit him with a snowball on his chest.

His face is priceless, somewhere between surprised and a faint smile. And your laugh echoes through the trees.

“Oh you’re in for it now !” he yells as he makes a snowball of his own and throws it at you.

Of course the skilled hunter hit his target : your boob. Your hand covers it.

“Hey! No booby shots!” you yell at him as he can’t stop laughing.

You make a new snowball and aim for his crotch. His hands cover his precious jewels quickly as he sees you aiming for it.

“Oh no need to get nasty sweetheart, you’ll be needing this body part later on” he says with a cocky grin.

“Okay, you’re right” you say and throw the snowball right in his face.

The snow is still pretty soft so you know it wouldn’t hurt.

He blinks rapidly, his eyelashes long enough to catch the snow beautifully. He wipes his face and runs at high speed towards you, the dangerous warrior he also is suddenly showing. You start to run but you are no match for his long powerful legs…

He catches you and throws you over his shoulder, his hand spanking your butt. You’re laughing uncontrollably on his shoulder.

“Hahahaha ! And you always say I can’t throw !” you say in between laughs, now and then yelping when his hand connects with your ass cheek.

He walks toward a snow covered tree and turns with his back to it to rub you between the branches of the tree, making all the snow tumble down.

“Aaaahh Deaaaaan !” you shriek as the snow falls on you, you reach with your hands forward to catch some snow and rub it all over his head. “Karma !” you yell when he jumps away from the tree and puts you down.

“It got in my coat !” he chuckles loudly, shaking his body and arching his back to try avoid the cold from the snow.

You shake your own coat too and feel a lump snow slip in your collar.

“AH oh me too! Abort mission! Go inside !” you are laughing hard.

You run back with Dean inside the cabin, taking off your coats, gloves and shoes. You shiver and rub your own arms up and down.

“I’ll get the fire started baby, take off your wet clothes if you wanna speed up the process” He winks as he makes his way to the fireplace. You follow him and throw a blanket over his shoulders.

You check the mugs you left before on the little table, smiling when you find them still pretty hot.

“The mugs are still hot” you say as Dean gets the fire started.

Taking his mug, you hand it to him, watching as he downs the hot beverage almost completely in one go.

As he turns back to the fire you lose your wet shirt and replace it by a grey sweater you stole long ago from him, even from before you started dating. It was after a nasty hunt and you wanted him close to chase away the nightmares, you have slept with it every night back then.

“Underwear it is” he mumbles after noticing his pants are wet from the melted snow.

“Come here, Dean” you state, watching his big body shake.

You take several blankets while he takes off his robe.

“Let me burrito you” you say with a smile.

“Burrito me ?” he chuckles as he walks closer to you, accepting your offer despite his amused smirk.

You wrap the blankets completely around him, pushing his arms down next to his body, take several more to cover his giant body into a cute burrito, wrapping it so tight he can barely move.

“My arms are stuck” he says with a smile when you’re tugging at the last blankets on his back to create a hood to make sure his ears and wet head stay warm.

“Burritos have no arms, baby” you cup his face to kiss him. “Your nose is all red, my poor Deanie.”

His lips puck and aim for yours but you kiss his cute red little nose instead to warm it.

“I’m not a poor Deanie’ he says with a deep voice that’s anything but ‘poor’ “I’m a hunter. I’m a warrior!”

Any other day you would completely agree. But now ? He is like a huge soft sausage, you can’t help but chuckle at how ridiculously cute he looks.

“I need to take a pic, you’re incredibly cute like this” you state, reaching for your phone as you see him wiggle in protest, which only makes him look cuter.

“No no. don’t keep ridiculous photos of me” he whines.

You still take a picture, this is an opportunity you can’t miss. His grumpy face on the pic makes you laugh harder, this is one of the personal photos you will cherish forever. You put your phone on the little wooden table and snuggle next to him, trying to wrap your arms around your burrito boyfriend.

“My baby… You’re not ridiculous” you reassure him. “Seeing you like this makes me happy.”

You chuckle as you can see his wiggly toes peeking out from all the covers, you truly got your Winchester trapped.

You snuggle for a while in the comfortable silence.

After a few minutes he moves his head backward to push the hood back, you can feel the covers grow hot with his body heat, but that’s not the only thing you feel… he’s getting tense, his otherwise soft stomach gets harder, his breath seems to lose the slow rhythm and it comes out heavier.

“Dean you’re tensing again” you say as you move your hand to his stomach.

“I’m sorry” he sighs, his eyes on the ceiling,his Adam’s apple going up and down.

You stare at his worried form for a moment.

“You know you can talk to me right ?” you trace slow circles over his stomach, your head resting on his shoulder.

Dean has a habit of keeping everything in, now and then you try to softly coax him to let go. It’s hard for him, you know that, and that’s why you never push him to talk, but he always ends up coming to you thanks to that deep trust between the two of you. You however remind him that you are always there for him.

“I’m not over Mary’s death” he exhaled, his words carrying a heavy weight to them and you feel your heart tighten painfully.

You lift your head to look at him, pushing his covers down so you can put your hand over his heart. Letting him feel you’re here for him.

“I know, baby. No one asks you to be over your mother’s death so soon, or ever” you say.

“I’m just… so angry” his eyes fill with tears and hear him swallow hard to try hold them back.

It hurts you to see him try to stay strong in every circumstance, he really doesn’t always have to be.

“You have every right to be angry, Dean. Furious even. It is unfair. She was given back to just be taken again.”

“Why ?” he says as his dam starts to break, your own heart breaking a little at seeing the tear roll down his cheek. “F-first dad has to leave again after only one day and now…”

You close your eyes at the hurt and sorrow in his voice, your strong warrior is taking off his harness for you, and it is nothing but brave. You stroke his hair, needing to comfort him.

“I… I just have so much anger” he repeats “I feel responsible, I feel h-helpless and…and… abandoned.”

His voice breaks at the last word, and you know how vulnerable he is when it comes to his parents. He always takes too much on his own, blames himself. You’ll do anything to help him realize he’s not responsible and not abandoned…

“You’re not” You say as you wipe your own tears, you heart aching for him, but this isn’t about your tears.

You open the covers and slip in next to him, the heat surrounding you two. He nuzzles his face in your neck, your skin getting wet from his tears.

“It’s okay to be angry” you put your hand over his head, holding him close to you, trying to protect him from all the hurting. “It’s okay to be sad. It’s not your fault, Dean. It was cruel to make them come back only to take them again, but you’re not abandoned. I’m here, Sam is here, Cas too…”

“You’re here” he whispers, his arms tighten around you. “Yes, you’re always here.”

“Look outside” You say.

It is snowing heavily, just as planned. He looks toward the small window with his reddened eyes making the green if it seems lighter. You use your hand to wipe his tears.

“There is nowhere we can go for now. Sam is safe and Cas promised to stay in the bunker to keep an eye on everything. No hunt planned, just the snow and me.”

His head turns towards you, his bright eyes searching for something on your face.

“You had checked the weather, right ?” he asks, his eyes looking around our little cabin.

“I did…” you admit, you needed a plan B for in case he would want to leave, getting snowed in was an ideal option. “Just to be sure you would have no regret to be here, because now you can’t leave anyway. But you’re not locked forever !” you chuckle. “I’m not a psycho. The snow will only fall like that tonight, and if we really want to leave tomorrow, we can. But the place is ours for a week…” You said hopeful, you aren’t ready to leave this comfy cocoon yet, but if he wants to go, you’ll follow him.

Relief washes through you as he confirms he wants to stay.

“Now Dean” you peck his lips, happy to have more one-on-one time with him. “We have all this time to talk about anything, or binge Dr. Sexy MD, we have nothing else to do than relax. No one is waiting for you.”

He grabs your thigh to pull you over his lap, making you straddle him. He’s looking at you, his hand on your thighs and a soft smile on his lips. His eyes are still a little red from crying earlier, he’s so beautiful, his face is a work of art you could stare at forever. The feelings you have for this man are intense, sometimes you even have trouble breathing because it can be very overwhelming, but one touch from him and you immediately calm down.

He’s your everything.

“How do we do that ?” he asks, breaking the silence between you and you frown a little.” How do we enjoy winter ?”

You smile wide, winter is your specialty.

“It’s all about laziness” you say out of experience. “About being warm when it’s so cold outside, about doing silly things, eating like kids and never looking at your watch. Anything that makes us feel comfy actually.”

His features and body are relaxing a little already, he takes some candies from the tray when he asks :

“Can we watch an animated movie ?”

“Yup” you nod, reaching to the ground to take the bag with DVDs, looking at what you brought with you. “I have Big Hero 6, The Lion King, of course, Madagascar, Totoro, Hotel Transylvania and uhm… Kung Fu panda !”

“You packed all that ?” he smiles up at you.

“Of course, I took a little of everything.”

You like to have many options. He pecks your lips, his lips pulling a hum from you.

His fingers dive in the bag of gummy bears, the bag ripping a little at the size of his enormous hand compared to the little candies.

“Whoops” he says when a few bears escape his grasp and fall to the floor, he bends to catch them but your reflexes are faster and catch most of them.

“So” you say as you stuff the candy in your mouth. “Besides getting diabetes while watching animated movies ? Do you have plans ?”

“Yeah” he smiles, taking the bag from the tray to put it on his lap between you two and take another handful in his mouth. “Broiling marshmallows in the fireplace.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s in the diabetes category, baby” you nod.

“Building a pillow fort definitely, and cuddling” he adds. You smile wide, two of your favorite things ever ! “Come up with a new mac and cheese recipe. Making love everywhere and sleeping, I obviously need sleep. But I’m struggling to rest lately…” he says with a frown.

You smile mischievously.

“Maybe if I tire you enough…” You lick your lips. “Then you will fall asleep more easily.”

“I like the way you think” he groans as he puts the candy bag to the side.

His hands move up your sides as you put your hands on his shoulders and lean down to capture his lips.

His warm hands wrap around your lower back to pull you into his body, your hips start rolling into his hips. You can feel his soft cock growing through your sweats and his underwear.

His body reacts so quickly to yours… You tug with your teeth at his bottom lip, your hands moving up to run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re perfect Dean” you sit up and reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. Once he is free, you start kissing down his chest, you worship this man.

When you circle your tongue around his nipple you can feel his cock twitch and his breath hitch, he had always loved that.

His hand tangles into your hair, moaning your name.

“Fuck Y/n baby… I need to see you” he sighs from deep in his chest.

You take off your big sweater, a smile on your face as you see his eyes darken at your bare chest, you like to wear it with nothing underneath.

His lips connect with your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, humming around it. Electricity roams your already burning body.

“F-fuck Dean” you let your head fall back, your hand fists in his hair.

Your hips roll harder into his now hard cock, heat pooling into the crotch of your sweatpants, no doubt soaking his underwear. He tugs at the little cord of your pants, untying and pushing it down.

“I need to come home baby… please” he licks up your neck, sucking his mark onto your skin.

“Y-yes Dean… t-take me” you beg him.

He growls and turns to push you back on the couch gently, he follows so that now you’re the one on your back and he is on top of you.

He takes your pants completely off, and licks his lips.

“Fuck… you soaked me through your pants baby” his fingers stroke your folds, making you gasp loudly. “So wet for me.”

“A-always” you pant, he pushes two fingers inside of you, looking deep into your eyes with a grin on his face.

He slowly starts pumping his fingers, a little too slow. You grab his wrist and whine.

“What baby ? You want something ?” he husks into your ear, his burning breath caressing your neck.

“M-more, p-please Dean” you moan, eyes rolling back as he pushes his fingers deeper into you, pumping faster.

“F-fuck yes…” you spread you legs more, giving him more room to work, letting his wrist go to grasp your own breast.

“I’m gonna come, Dean” you moan.

His fingers move faster only making you moan louder as the burning feeling spreads quickly all over your body, thighs shaking a little at the overwhelming waves coming from the spots he’s magically touching. You feel sweat break through your sensitive skin.

“Yes baby, come for me, clench my fingers” he pant against your lips, kissing you hard as you clench his fingers inside you, groaning into his mouth as you come hard.

“D-DEAN YES”

He sweetly kisses your face, humming he retracts his fingers, putting them in his mouth.

“You taste so good, baby.”

You grab his neck and pull him down to kiss him hard, your other hand pushing on his lower back.

“Take me Dean. Come home” you beg.

He takes off his underwear and sits between your thighs. You cup his face as you both look down how he guides his cock home, making your breath tremble in anticipation.

After the first inch his eyes connect with your, you tug him closer making him lean down on his elbows.

“I love you Dean” you say as he bottoms out, the stretch of his cock giving you endless pleasure.

“I love you too, Y/n” he grinds his hips into yours, making your eyes flutter before he starts slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You put your feet flat on the couch to be able to push your hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Feel so good, baby” he groans, burying his sweaty forehead in your neck to pant against your skin as his hips snap a little harder into you.

You moan loudly and wrap your arms around his back.

“Yes ! L-Let go Dean… Take me !”

He groans hard as his hips start to pound into you. His open mouth sucking another mark on your shoulder as you cling to his back. Your body moving up with every hard thrust, his pelvis slapping against your clit in a deliciously rough way. You wrap your legs around him to push him deeper into you with your calves.

Your walls clench around him as you grow closer to climax. You’re lost in his body, lost in your own feelings and sensations.

“Yes yes yes yes yes yes !” you chant with every thrust, his head coming up from your head to look into your eyes.

“C-come Y/n. Come on my cock.”

Your nails scratch down his back as you fall over the edge, milking his cock for his cum, you need it… need it to feel complete and full. You gasp, arching your back into his chest, screaming his name.

“DEAN ! YES!”

His hips snap hard into you one last time as he fills you up with his cum, you watch as his eyes clench shut and feel his thighs tremble against you.

“FUCK Y/N ! GRAAH !” he buries his face in your neck, groaning against you.

Panting fills the room as he falls limp on you, your fingers run through his sweaty hair.

“I love you so much Y/n” he says as his powerful arms move under your back to hold you closer.

“I love you too Dean. So so much.”

He looks up at you, his sweaty skin gleaming with the flames of the fireplace.

“I want to stay the whole week” he says with a small smile.

“Then we stay a whole week, baby” you keep stroking his hair, loving the feel of his soft locks beneath your fingertips. He hums at your touch.

“Thank you baby, for everything” his lips meet yours in a tender kiss.

You smile against his lips.

“Everything for you, baby.”