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Christmas Masterlist
A Messy Christmas Surprise:
Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
Christmas Tides:
Sam Winchester x Reader
Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.
Heavenly Christmas:
Castiel Novak x Reader
Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.
Mistletoe Moments:
Jack Kline x Reader
Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.
Enchanting Christmas:
Rowena MacLeod x Reader
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
The Grinchy Christmas Surprise:
Logan/James Howlett x Reader
Summary: Y/N buys a gift for Logan, but he isn't too keen on receiving it.
A Messy Christmas Surprise
alright so i'm making little christmas drabbles for Dean, Sam, Jack, Cas, and Rowena! for all of the Dean lovers out there, here is a special little treat!
Dean Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used!!
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
A Messy Christmas Surprise
The bunker was adorned with twinkling lights, and the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air as Dean and you gathered ingredients for your Christmas baking extravaganza. Sam had headed out on a solo hunt, leaving you and Dean to tackle the holiday treats together.
As you worked side by side, measuring flour and cracking eggs, the atmosphere was festive and filled with laughter. Christmas music played softly in the background, creating the perfect backdrop for your baking escapade.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean slyly reached over and cracked an egg on your head, leaving you stunned and dripping with gooey egg whites. "Dean!" you exclaimed, wiping the egg off your face. He burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his impromptu prank.
"Oh, that's payback for all those times you beat me at poker," Dean chuckled, still laughing at his own cleverness.
You shot him a playful glare before concocting a plan for retaliation. Grabbing a handful of flour, you tossed it at Dean, coating him in a powdery white cloud. He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before breaking into a grin.
"You asked for it!" you declared, holding back giggles. Dean mock-growled, attempting to feign anger but failing miserably as he burst into laughter once again.
The flour-covered kitchen now looked like a battleground of holiday chaos, but you were both having the time of your lives. However, Dean had one more surprise up his sleeve. With a swift motion, he scooped you up over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with surprise.
"Dean Winchester, put me down!" you laughed, lightly smacking his back.
"Nah, you've got flour on your hands. Can't risk you retaliating again," Dean teased, carrying you around the kitchen as you continued to protest.
Just as the two of you were lost in your playful banter, the bunker door swung open. Sam, covered in dried blood, walked in with a tired yet satisfied expression. He took in the scene before him – the messy kitchen, the flour-covered couple, and the unmistakable sound of laughter.
"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.
Dean, still holding you over his shoulder, looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Just a little Christmas baking surprise, Sammy."
You grinned, feeling the warmth of the holiday season and the joy of being surrounded by family, even in the midst of floury chaos. As Sam chuckled at the sight before him, Dean gently set you down, and the three of you shared a laughter-filled Christmas moment in the bunker.
Supernatural Masterlist
Dean Winchester
Heartbeat Symphony:
Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.
A Messy Christmas Surprise:
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
Sam Winchester
Christmas Tides:
Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.
Reluctant Guardian:
Summary: After Sam gets injured on a hunt alone, Castiel sends a trustworthy angel to heal him. There's a catch though, the reader and Sam seem to butt heads all the time
Castiel Novak
Angelic Apologies:
Summary: When a routine day in the bunker takes an unexpected turn, the reader accidentally punches Castiel in the face. Filled with guilt, apologies pour forth, only to be silenced by a surprising and passionate kiss from the celestial being. As the reader hesitates and pulls away, Castiel delivers a romantic yet slightly creepy declaration, showcasing his unique understanding of human interactions.
Heavenly Christmas:
Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.
Rowena MacLeod
Enchanting Christmas:
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
Jack Kline
Mistletoe Moments:
Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.
Heartbeat Symphony
AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!
how have i not written for this man yet like-
Dean Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used
Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.
Heartbeat Symphony
Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.
As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.
"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.
You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."
Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"
You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."
As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.
Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.
"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."
You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."
Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."
The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.
As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.
In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.
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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao
Reader: hey Dean, can you turn the lights on?
Dean: I don't need to baby, your the only light I need
Reader: Dean, that's sweet, but I can't see shit in here
(I feel like both would notice, I just wonder who would notice first)
(Like, no ring, no speech, just, rush in the moment)
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Imagine...Dean Wanting You To Stay At The Bunker
Pairing: Dean x reader
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Get that sausage girl!
Sexy, right? 😂
Yes @impala-dreamer it is. Thank you for sending it.
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“Hey, Y/N?”
“Yeah?” You answered Dean as you grabbed a slice of pizza from the box.
“Slide that over here would ya?”
“Sure. This is the sausage, or did you want the pep…” Your voice trailed off when you closed the lid and you saw Dean. He was crooking to fingers at you. Two fingers that not so long ago were making your eyes roll back.
The smug smile on his face told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You knew you’d been silent for too long when you saw the look Sam was giving you.
“Sorry.” You laughed. “Completely zoned there for a minute.”
“Have you not been getting sleep?” Sam asked, concern obvious in his voice. “You’ve been kinda spacey for the past few days.”
The truth was, he was right. Dean had been occupying most of your alone time, and teasing every chance he got. You felt riled up constantly and it was getting harder and harder to keep your budding relationship quiet like you’d promised each other.
“Yeah, Y/N/N. Something keeping you up all hours of the night?” Dean sassed.
Instead of answering either of them, you took an extra large bite of pizza and looked at anything but a Winchester.
“Are you two? I KNEW IT!” Sam yelped.
Dean pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about Sammy.”
“Oh my God. Seriously, how long?”
“Guys can we just eat? I’m starving.” You tried to push the conversation to the side.
“No.” They replied, at the same time.
“How long have you been sleeping together?”
“It’s none of your business!” You snapped.
“Ha! So I am right.”
“Fuck.”
“Alright, alright.” Dean spoke up. “Long enough. Now, drop it.”
Sam just smiled, shook his head and went back to his pizza.
Dean stood, and walked over to you. “I wanted the sausage.” He said softly and bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He didn’t say anything else, just grabbed the box of pizza and returned to his seat.
“Apparently so does Y/N.”
“Sam!”
Soft Shadows
Summary: Written for @trexrambling ‘s Daring Drabbles challenge where my theme was “Candlelight.”
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 288
“All done,” said Dean, setting the lighter down as he crawled into bed with you. You’d never seen your room like this before and you couldn’t help but smile at Dean in the soft, dim light.
“This is…intimate,” you said, the few lit candles casting long shadows and warmth into the room, a pleasant, airy scent filling the space. Dean lifted his hand up and reached for yours, dancing his fingers together with your own, watching them move and play against the far wall. His breath against your bare shoulder felt hotter than normal, his muscled arm intertwining with yours closer than you’d ever felt it.
“You’re beautiful,” he said gently, his head tilting, his soft hair brushing your forehead for a brief moment before lush lips were pressing against your skin with a ghost touch. It was too hard to see but you knew that rare gleam was in his eyes, the one where tonight he knew he could forget about everything, that he would forget about everything. He was safe with you in this room, cozy and at peace.
“Can we stay like this forever?” you asked. Dean brushed a finger over your cheekbone, tracing a different line than you were used to over the shadow.
“You glow,” he said, moving his thumb over the skin slowly. You turned into the touch and he tucked his body against yours. “We can stay here forever, Y/N.”
He didn’t say another word, simply tracked new curves and lines, changing as the candles burned down, a little of the darkness returning, threatening to consume all of the wonderful ways he looked in that room. Even when that too came and the light was gone, Dean wasn’t.
And he knew you weren’t going anywhere either.
Late nights and soft saviors
Dean Winchester x fem!reader
Genre: Comfort? Fluff?
Summary: Dean has a nightmare but a soft little something comes to the rescue
Warnings: none, has one curse word
A/N: somebody hold this man and tell him it’s all gonna be ok 😭
Dean and y/n had a bit of a rivalry going on to say the least. When she first moved into the bunker, on account of Bobby’s recommendation, her and Dean clashed almost instantly. She was smart and mouthy and absolutely loved correcting him and back-talking him. But Dean being the sassy man he is, often retorted with a clever comeback, building a small fued between the two hunters.
It wasn’t like they hated each other or anything. They were more like frenemies, though they’d never admit it. Some would even say there were other types of tension to be lingering between the two hunters.
It wasn’t long until y/n found out about Dean’s frequent nightmares, considering that their rooms shared a common wall. She would hear his mumbling late at night, or the sound of the tv he used to drown out his thoughts. She felt a bit sorry for him, even if she never let it show.
She was almost like Dean in that sense. Hesitant to show emotion, to show people she was vulnerable. Her heart was locked away, surrounded by a wall, just as fortified as that of the city of Jericho— impenetrable, or so she thought.
But unbeknownst to her, Dean was slowly chipping away at her walls, starting to weasel his way into her heart with every snide remark, or witty comeback, but especially the stares she pretended not to notice or return.
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One night she was up especially late, trying to finish a book she had started a few days prior. She did in fact finish the book, and as she was returning it to the lofty stack in the corner of her room, that’s when she heard it— the pleas, the mumbles, the groans.
Dean was having another nightmare. A bad one. Y/n stood there of a moment, conflicted. She could pretend she didn’t hear anything, act oblivious, and just go to bed… or she could go try and wake Dean, maybe comfort him, make sure he was ok.
After one instinct won over the other, she began to head for her door, picking up a small stuffed teddy bear she had on her bed, one that had a lot of meaning to her. She padded over to Dean’s door and knocked. It wasn’t loud enough to wake him so she knocked louder. She heard groans and cusses on the other side of the door as the man woke from his sleep. She heard him make his way to the door so she quickly set the bear on the floor and rushed quietly back to her room.
When Dean opens the door he didn’t see anyone and was rather confused as he looked down the hall. That’s when he noticed it, the bear. “The fuck?” he mumbled as he bent over to pick it up. He recognized almost immediately, even in the dark, as he made he way back into his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, just looking at the bear in his lap, playing with it a bit, moving its paws around, as he fell deep into thought.
Why’d she do that? Does she know about the nightmares? Could she hear me through the walls? Does she hear me every time? Does she pitty me? Does she care?
He sighed deeply and lied back down in bed, propping the bear up next to his face. He continued to stare at it for a bit before he hesitantly took it into his hold again, even going as far to bring it up to his face and smell it. Amber and vanilla. Smells just like her, He thought. And with that he closed his eyes pulling the bear closer to his chest, setting his masculinity to the side for a while and indulging in the comfort of a soft stuffie, something he seldom experienced in his childhood.
Before he knew it a single tear was sliding down the side of his face and dripping onto his pillow. Not long after he was reaching for his phone and typing out the simple message,
“Thank you”
before attempting to surrender himself to sleep once more. She read the message and smiled into her own pillow and she drifted off to sleep soon after.
Safety
Word Count: 1,398 Pairing: Dean x Reader Summary: After being rescued from a terrifying ordeal, you struggle to come to terms with the trauma of your captivity. Trigger Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping and captivity, Panic attacks, Trauma response
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The world felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. You were conscious, but barely. Your mind raced, heart pounded, and all you could hear was the echo of your own ragged breathing. The darkness around you was oppressive, and even though the danger had passed, you couldn’t shake the feeling of terror that gripped your entire being.
You didn’t know how long you had been in that place. Hours? Days? It was all a blur. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth, cold and unwelcoming. The ropes that had bound your wrists left angry red marks on your skin, now freed but still tingling with the ghost of their restraint. You had been trapped, powerless, at the mercy of someone with no mercy to give. And then, just when it seemed that there was no hope, he came.
Dean Winchester.
He moved like a force of nature, tearing through your captor’s defenses with a precision and ferocity that would have terrified you under different circumstances. But now, you barely registered his presence. The moment the ropes were cut, and you were free, your body crumpled to the ground. You weren’t thinking clearly. Everything was a hazy mix of fear and confusion.
Dean’s hands were on you, gentle yet firm, guiding you to stand. He spoke to you, his voice low and steady, but the words didn’t register. You were too far gone, too lost in the echoes of your terror. Your eyes darted around the room, looking for threats that no longer existed, unable to focus on the one person who had brought you to safety.
“Y/N,” Dean’s voice was sharp, pulling at the edges of your fractured consciousness. You flinched but didn’t respond. You were hyperventilating now, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The walls of the room seemed to close in on you, and you could feel your pulse throbbing in your ears. The shadow of your captor lingered in your mind, more terrifying now that you were free than when you were under his control.
Dean grabbed your shoulders, his grip grounding you even as you trembled. “Y/N, listen to me,” he said, his voice more urgent now. “You’re safe. You hear me? You’re safe. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
But it was as if you couldn’t hear him. Your mind was trapped in a loop, replaying the worst moments over and over again. The fear was paralyzing, consuming every rational thought you tried to muster. Your gaze darted to the shadows in the room, convinced you saw movement, convinced he was still there, watching, waiting.
Dean’s fingers gently gripped your chin, trying to direct your attention to him, but you kept looking away, still searching for a threat that was no longer there. His voice softened as he called your name again, “Y/N, hey, look at me. Don’t look at him, look at me.”
His words broke through the fog, but only slightly. You looked past him, still not really seeing him, eyes wide with terror. Dean’s jaw tightened with concern, his own heart aching as he saw how deeply the experience had shaken you. He didn’t know all the details, but he could see the toll it had taken.
Slowly, deliberately, he moved closer, positioning himself directly in your line of sight, blocking out everything else. “Hey, look at me,” he repeated, his tone both commanding and reassuring. His hands moved from your chin to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away tears you hadn’t even realized were falling.
You flinched slightly at the contact, but Dean didn’t let go. He kept his grip gentle, but firm enough to keep your focus. His green eyes were locked on yours, filled with an intensity that cut through the haze. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice low and steady. “You’re safe now. I’m here.”
You blinked, the first signs of recognition starting to filter through the panic. His presence was like a lifeline, something tangible and real to cling to in the sea of chaos inside your head. Slowly, your breathing began to slow, the frantic gasps easing into more controlled, albeit shaky, breaths.
“There you go,” Dean said softly, his thumbs continuing their soothing motions against your cheeks. “That’s it, just keep breathing with me, okay? In and out, nice and slow.”
You nodded faintly, your eyes finally locking onto his. The connection steadied you, anchoring you back to reality. Dean’s face was a mixture of concern and relief, his gaze unwavering as he guided you back from the brink.
“There you are,” he murmured, a small, reassuring smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I’ve got you, Y/N. You’re safe.”
You swallowed hard, your throat dry and tight, but you managed to speak, your voice barely above a whisper. “He… he was going to…”
Dean’s expression darkened for a moment, but he quickly pushed the anger aside, focusing on you. “But he didn’t,” he said firmly. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you, okay? Not ever.”
The conviction in his voice was comforting, and you felt a tiny bit of the weight lift from your chest. You nodded again, more assuredly this time, and Dean released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said softly, his hands still cradling your face for a moment longer before he let them fall to your sides. He stayed close, his presence solid and reassuring as he helped you to your feet. Your legs were shaky, but Dean kept a steady hand on your arm, guiding you out of the dark, oppressive space that had held you captive.
As you stepped outside, the cool night air hit your face, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere inside. The world seemed brighter, more alive, and with Dean by your side, you felt the fear begin to ebb away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of relief.
Dean led you to the Impala, his hand never leaving yours. He opened the passenger door for you, and you slid into the familiar seat. The leather was warm, the scent of the car instantly calming your frayed nerves. Dean rounded the car quickly, getting in beside you, and for a moment, the two of you just sat there in silence.
Finally, you turned to him, your voice still shaky but filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Dean. I… I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t…”
“Don’t think about that,” Dean interrupted gently, his hand reaching out to cover yours. “You’re here, you’re safe, and that’s all that matters. We’ll deal with the rest later.”
You nodded, squeezing his hand in return, the warmth of his touch grounding you further. “I don’t know how to thank you,” you whispered.
Dean’s eyes softened, and he gave you a small, reassuring smile. “You don’t have to,” he said quietly. “Just take care of yourself, okay? That’s all I need.”
You took a deep breath, feeling the last of the fear start to melt away. Dean was right; you were safe. With him, you always would be. And as the Impala roared to life and the road stretched out before you, you knew that no matter what came next, you wouldn’t be facing it alone.
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daylight .ᐟ
Paring; dean x reader
Prompt; 'I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night. And now I see daylight, I only see daylight'
Requested; @jellyfishjo
Notes; requests are open again!
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
For as long as he could remember his whole life had been shrouded in darkness. From the first lick of fire which took his childhood home, Dean’s life had seemed to dull to the same colour as the ash which had covered his brother's nursery the morning after.
The last time Dean Winchester saw light was when his mother kissed him goodnight before turning back to his little brother.
In some ways, he thought it was the universe playing some sick joke. His life had gone up in flames so bright that his eyes had watered only glancing towards the house, only for the sun to come up and cast his world into a neverending darkness.
Tragedy, after tragedy, after tragedy.
That was until he met you.
The first time he’d laid eyes on you it was almost as if for the first time in his adult life the sun finally seemed to peak over the horizon. Even now, the darkness of night surrounding you both like a blanket the world seemed lighter.
“You okay?” Your voice broke through the silence, the wind blowing your hair gently as you turned to look at him from where you were sitting on the hood of his car. He hummed leaning back against the hood. “M’fine.” He said turning to face you fully.
“Really? Cause you look like you're about to give yourself an aneurysm.” You joked lightly your hand finding his on instinct. You squeezed his hand for a moment as he rolled his eyes. “That's a lotta large words sweetheart.” He mused, a playful glint in his eyes.
You raised an eyebrow gently pulling him closer, to stand in front of you. “Do you even know what an aneurysm is?”
Dean scoffed. “Course I know what it is? I did go to class…sometimes.” He smiled rubbing his free hand over your knee.
“Yeah. Sometimes.” You squeezed his hand again as he rolled his eyes, his finger jabbing into your knee for a moment.
You both fell quiet again, eyes on the sky above. The night was surprisingly clear for September, the moon cast a dim light across the field you’d both taken refuge in for the moment. The stars themselves seemed to be out in the masses, a sight which was so rare and almost jaw-droppingly beautiful.
Dean’s gaze flicks back from the sky to you, his face showing a rare moment of vulnerability as his eyes trace the shape of your face, watching the way your eyes seem to light up just slightly in the moonlight.
His thumb rubbed over the back of your hand as he cupped your cheek with the other. Your own eyes moved back to him, a small smile tugging at your lips as his thumb brushed your lips for a moment.
“I love you.”
Dean’s voice was barely a whisper as his eyes darted over your face, logging details he’d long since memorised. “I love you too.” Your voice matched his as you subconsciously leaned into his hand.
His own lips pulled into a smile as he hummed lowly. He could happily live in this bubble forever.
You, him, his car, and peace.
He knew in the morning you’d both go back to everyday life, back to the horrors which were your normal and this simplicity would fade away until you had enough time to yet again step into this small bubble.
Yet, for the first time in his life, he realised he didn't hold resentment to the idea. Hunting was okay, he was used to it. It was his normal. The darkness had become his normal, had been his normal.
Yet the darkness didn’t seem to matter anymore.
For the first time in almost 20 years, he finally saw the light again.
Dean's way of decompressing is to sit in his room and blast music through his headphones. He doesn't like to be interrupted, and when he feels your weight dip into the bed he's sure he will be.
But instead, you shuffle up to lay beside him, an arm draped over his chest. He thinks you might say something, so he turns the volume down and waits a little. But you never do.
It's been a while since he's felt understood, and it'll be a while before he can fully express that to you. He finds comfort in knowing you will wait patiently.
If anyone has any fics they recommend for the supernatural episode ‘the French mistake’ I would greatly appreciate it them.
