dean winchester oneshot

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This part of the story focuses more on the second part of the original request. Angst and fluff :)

It had been a few months since Dean Winchester chose you. He proposed for you to come on the road with him and the Sam and become a part of their team permanently, and you graciously accepted. These boys had taught you so much in the time you’d been with them, and they had introduced you to Bobby, the man who’s house you all spent a lot of time in.

You were leaning against Bobby’s kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee listening to the songs of the birds on the other side of the open window. You took in your surroundings; all 6 foot 4 of Sam sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, beer bottles and books from late night researching last night, the peeling wallpaper that hadn’t been re-done in years, the blood stained floor boards from casualties and torturing sessions, the musty smell of the old house, the sound of the creaking floor of Bobby walking upstairs, and then you laid your eyes upon the beautiful man sitting at the kitchen table. He was relaxed back in his chair, head towards the ceiling deep in thought about something. You traced your eyes over his features; his freckles lightly dusted over his nose, gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in, and his perfect plump lips that seem as though they were made to perfectly fit with yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your life was so great right now, you’d got the life you’d always wanted. Almost.

“Babe?” You snapped Dean out of his daydream and his attention turned to you. He raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Can we go to the store and get some supplies before everyone gets up and back to researching?” You asked. Dean agreed it was a good idea and the two of you set off in the impala to the store, listening to tunes and having a few laughs on the road there.

You arrived at the store, walking through the doors the air conditioning up above blew yours and Dean’s hairs all over the place, making you both laugh at each other. You continued round the store, finding things you needed in between messing about with each other. When you and Dean went anywhere together, it was always a lot of fun. You both joked around and poked fun at each other so much, an onlooker wouldn’t think you were together because you didn’t behave like a “normal” couple.

Dean was paying for the stuff, you walked round behind him, you went up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek from behind. He blushed and shied away.

“Alright settle down” He dismissed you, making you feel so small. The woman behind the counter held back her laughter as she looked at you, finding it funny that you just got rejected. You walked back to the car together with a lot less fun. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Up until recently, when you were alone, Dean treated you like you were the only girl in the world, but only at bed time. He treated you like a friend a lot of the time, and it hurt. Compared to how he treated his ex Casey, it was evident that he was more into her. And the more you thought about it, the worse you felt.

You both sat down in the impala seats, and set off home. He turned the radio on and started to sing along, poking you in your side trying to encourage you to join in. When his actions were met by your swatting hand and he looked across to see your stern face, he pulled the car over not willing to go any further with you in a mood. He got out of the car and waited for you, but when you didn’t move he walked round to the passenger side and opened the door, then proceeded to squat down to be at your eye level.

“What’s wrong” He asked. You sighed. Were you about to come across as totally needy with what you were about to say? He asked you again.

“You embarrassed me in that store, Dean.” You stated.

“How?”

“The way you just brushed me off when I tried to kiss you” A lump formed in your throat as you spoke. Dean meant so much to you and you couldn’t bare to hear him explain this, when you knew the answer would be “i’ve realised i’m not into you”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m not big on PDA” He said. He was lying to your face. There was no way he wasn’t big on PDA after that massive display him and Casey put on at the bar after that first night. He also used to be more into affection at the beginning, so he was making no sense.

“Don’t lie. You had plenty of public affection for Casey that night.” You spat, still fighting yourself to keep the tears in. He sighed, and bowed his head, taking a few breaths before looking back up to you.

“There was 2 reasons I was like that at the bar. Casey was so jealous of you. I know we hadn’t seen each other in a while before that hunt, but I still spoke about you a lot and it made her insecure. I was trying to convince her I was into her.” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear about how he was trying to keep another woman happy but will cause you to get upset.

“Another reason was, I was trying to convince myself, y/n. From the first day we saw you on that hunt, you in your FBI gear, hair pinned back. My god you were beautiful. I liked you so damn much, I was all over Casey, trying to convince myself she was what I wanted, but she wasn’t. You were. And that’s why I broke up with her.”

A silent tear escaped from your eye, Dean brought his thumb up to your cheek and wiped it away.

“So what about now?” You asked, looking for further explanation.

“I’m scared” He said, his voice cracking. He puffed his breath out trying to keep his emotion under control.

“Why?”

“I don’t know..” He trailed off.

“No. Come on, why?” You stood your ground, you wanted answers.

“I’m scared of this Y/N!” He shot up, pacing for a few seconds before squatting back down to speak to you.

“You are so important to me. These past few weeks, I’ve felt different and it’s scaring me. If I show you off, hand in hand, kisses, all the rest, then it’s real. Me and you, we’re real. And that just makes things so much harder with this job and worrying about you or losing you. It kills me.” He stopped, but your look of confusion prompted him to continue.

“I guess I’ve put up this guard out of fear, because I really am falling for you and if I fall for you, and something happens, then that will end me.” He explained.

“Well Dean, i’m falling too. And I don’t want to fall alone. If you keep pushing me away, you might lose me anyway” More tears escaped, Dean reached up and cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Are we really doing this? The real deal? All in?” He asked as he pulled back. You nodded your head.

“Good. Because I love you.” He confessed, beaming ear to ear as he said the words.

“Me too” You matched his grin and kissed him once more.

He drove back home and you landed back at Bobby’s in no time. You were sat on the sofa, and took in your surroundings once more. Sam at the stove cooking up some sausages for lunch, Bobby telling him he’s doing it wrong from across the room, the new stack of research books at your feet waiting for you, t and Dean’s perfect features once again. Only this time those plump lips were pressed to your temple, and his strong arms were wrapped around you as you lay together on the couch, his freckle dusted nose leaning against your hair as he breathed you in. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling as he caught your eye.

“Love you” You mouthed.

“Love you too.” Dean replied. Now you really did have the life you always wanted.

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@supernatural---imagines

Sun, 15 Sep 2019 22:31:34

Hi, can you do an imagine where you’re a hunter who’s been dating Dean for a while, and he decides to introduce you to Ellen Jo and Ash, and Jo ends up disliking you because she’s jealous that Dean loves you? Thanks!

I wrote Jo quite bitchy so if you’re a Jo stand be ware. Enjoy.

The door to Harvelle’s bar slammed shut as the Winchester’s yelled their hellos through the joint, trying to grab the attention of Ellen, Jo & Ash.

“Boys!” Ellen beamed coming out from the back, grabbing two cold beers and placing them in front of the brothers as they planted on to two bar stools beside each other.

“What brings you fellas here then?” Ellen asked, as Jo appeared and pulled up a stool beside Dean, dragging the chair as close to his as possible. She looked up at Dean eyes wide with admiration and lust alike as she awaited his answer.

“I’m meeting up with a girl who I want to introduce you to” Dean explained, positioning himself in a protective manner waiting to defend himself from the backlash. Dean was met with chuckles, sounds of confusion and lots of questions.

“Dean Winchester seeing a girl for more than one night.. what has the world come to?” Ellen poked fun at the man.

“Alright, alright. I know. But I really like this girl ok? I need you to be nice to her because for the first time in my life, I see this one lasting.”

“What?” Jo splurted out, in utter disbelief.

“Took me by surprise too, but I’ve met her and she’s a really nice girl.” Sam explained to the group, settling them down a key.
Dean’s phone rang to interrupt the chat, he picked up, smiling when he saw your name on the screen and stepping away from the conversation to answer.

You were sitting in your car in the yard of the bar, filled with nerves to meet the rest of Dean’s friends. Before he introduced you to Sam you were physically shaking, Sam is his whole world and you knew that before you even got together so you knew if Sam hated you that it would be all over. But he was so receptive and welcoming, happy to have you join them on hunts and enthusiastic to help you learn how to research properly. Hopefully this meeting would go just as well.

Dean left the bar after you explained on the phone how nervous you were, he walked towards your car opening up the door and giving you a hand as you got out. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into a calming hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Hi Babe” he whispered in your ear before playfully biting on it, teasing a giggle out of you.

“Hey don’t, not before going to meet your friends, I’m a bit on edge. Can’t go in horny” you confessed with a giggle.

“Don’t be. They’re great people” He reassured. He gently took your hand and intertwined his fingers in between yours, giving you a comforting squeeze before leading you into the bar. You spotted Sam straight away and his smile as he nodded his head at you put you at ease a bit. A series of “hello’s” and “how are you’s” came flying your way as Dean proudly told everybody your name.

“Hi everyone” you spoke shyly, Dean let go of your hand to put his arm around your waist to pull you into side hug, then lead you to the bar stools and sat you down. You were served a beer by Ellen and started to get to know everybody.

About an hour had passed and you had settled down majorly. Dean was right, everyone was nice and you felt so welcome. From all but one. Jo had been grabbing every opportunity to one up you or make a snide comment. It was very off putting whilst you were trying to get to know Ellen and Ash, and bond a bit more with Sam. To have to pretend that you can’t hear someone try to put you down was difficult, but you managed for Dean.

“Come here” Dean stood up from his stool as he finished the last swig of his beer, he walked you around the corner where no one could see.

“Keep it PG guys!” Sam called after you, erupting laughter and Dean sighing in embarrassment.

“I know what she’s doing, she can be a bit cold to new people. Don’t stress” Dean explained to you, you met him with a look of defeat prompting a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I think Ash and Ellen are ok with me, 2 outta 3 ain’t bad” you tried to look on the bright side of the situation.

“She’ll warm up” Dean promised. He smiled at you trying to put you at ease. Grabbing on to the collar of his shirt, you lifted yourself up to reach the lips of your boyfriend, sinking yourself into a kiss, taking advantage of the little bit of private time you probably would have all night. He reciprocated by grabbing the small of your back and pulling you in tight to his body, with the other hand on the back of your neck. His tongue ran into your mouth and your hands raised up to his hair forcing the connection even deeper.

“Ew” Jo scoffed as she walked around the corner. Your kiss broke and you looked down at your feet while wiping your mouth.

“Dean. Can you help change this barrel please?” She asked, following an enthusiastic yes from Dean who was always happy to help. He walked towards the back and you took the chance while it was just you and Jo to find out what was wrong.

“Hey” you stopped her in her tracks.
“Have I done something?” You asked curiously. She rolled her eyes at you, and took a step closer.

“He was mine first.” She whispered low and quiet, not loud enough for Dean to hear in the back room. She then turned and stormed off, leaving you standing there trying to process what she’d just said. Did they have a fling? A relationship? Surely Dean wouldn’t introduce you to an ex without telling you that they were together at one point, so did she have a crush?

“Dean stop!” She giggled playfully from the other room. You walked closer to the back room to see what was going on. You peered through the gap of the semi-open door. Dean was throwing a barrel up on his shoulder.

“Wow you’re so strong” she spoke like a damsel in distress who’d never seen a bit of muscle before. Dean just smirked to himself at the compliment. She walked towards him seductively, he paused in his tracks, barrel still in his grasp. She closed the gap between them, you saw her tilt up towards his lips before you saw what was about to happen you looked away. You were not about to watch another girl kiss the man you were falling in love with.

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@supernatural---imagines

Fri, 13 Sep 2019 20:39:26

Summary:With the newlywed hunting humans caught, you and Dean Winchester need to address the drunken vows that neither of you can remember.
A/N: It’s taken a hoe (me, I’m the hoe) literally four years, BUT HERE IT IS

You traced the pink, puckered scar that dragged down your abdomen and across your hip. It was an angry reminder that not every monster was actually a monster. Some were … human.

Annie and Henry had done it before. Each year for their anniversary, in fact. Eight couples in eight days in different cities around the world for twenty years. It had been nothing more than bad luck (for them) that you’d been in Vegas for your first vacation in years, that Sam had happened to talk to someone from Mount Charleston, and that you and Dean had said your drunken vows.

“Does it still hurt?” His fingers reached out to trace the scar just behind yours. It had been three weeks before Dean allowed you to even leave the room without him and twice as long before you could leave the bunker. Even now you could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.

“Not physically.”

“I liked her too,” he said after a beat of silence. Annie’s face looming over you had been worse than the cut itself. She had been so kind, and you had liked her in spite of the red flags her eager invitation had raised. Dean took your left hand in his, playing with the ring you still wore.

He hadn’t taken his off either. Neither of you had brought it up in the months following your run in with the serial killers. It had seemed unimportant then, such a trivial detail after your near death and the (sober) night together that had followed it.

– – –

“So get–“ You ignored Sam’s voice and the opening of the door, hands running down Dean’s chest before slipping beneath his shirt. “I’ll, uhm, I mean, uh, bye,” Sam stammered, neither you nor Dean paying any attention.

The sudden slam of the door, however, had caused you both to laugh. “Do you think we should apologize?” you asked, breathless as Dean moved his lips away from yours to trace down your neck. He was careful to avoid the fresh stitches, but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you weren’t sure it would hurt anyway.

“Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on newlyweds without knocking,” Dean answered, silencing you with a kiss before you could question him again. “Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on you and me without knocking.”

– – –

“Are you ready for dinner?” Dean asked. You couldn’t help the smile that lit your face when he asked. Once you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – and then waited another two weeks for Dean to agree that you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – he had begun taking you to dinner every week, even during weeks when you were hunting.

More often than not, Sam would sequester himself to the library while Dean laid out a blanket on the floor or a tablecloth over the kitchen table and treated you to the latest recipe he’d discovered. During hunts, he would whatever meal you’d been craving and bring a movie to the hotel room you all shared and tell Sam to eat in his bed instead of on the couch with the two of you.

Dean had been … cautious on those nights. Holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your shoulders, but never leaning in to kiss you unless you moved toward him first. Instead he would fill the night with questions and honesty, asking you about your family, about yourself, and answering whatever questions you posed in return. The dinners never ended in either of your beds – although plenty of other nights did – and he had made a habit of reminding you that he “truly cared about you” before he left you at the door to your bedroom and disappeared inside your own.

It had taken a few weeks before you realized what was happening. Dean was dating you. Proper courting, dating you. Although the rings had gone unacknowledged, something had undeniably shifted. You no longer had two separate lives, but an unconventionally and admittedly confusingly tangled single life. Apparently, without vocal acknowledgement, you had decided together that the easiest way to untangle the mess you’d found yourselves in was to continue forward with the, again unspoken, acknowledgement that neither of you regretted it.

You and Dean had started dating, without ever saying a word to each other.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” you asked, standing and allowing the flannel with missing buttons to cover your scar again.

“A picnic.”

– – –

Sounds native to the countryside that had become home filled the air as you watched the sun set, content to lean against the man next to you and the impala behind him in comfortable silence. It had been the perfect picnic. Dean had bought your favorite sandwiches. You weren’t sure how he had slipped out of the bunker without you noticing, but he driven to town to get them. He had even stopped by the liquor store.

You felt a soft kiss in your hair before he spoke, and you shifted in his hold until you could look into his eyes. “You know how much I care about you, don’t you?” You ignored the pang of uncertainty at his words. It was always care and never love.

“As much as I care about you.” The silence that followed your words served only to intensify the ache to admit it was more than caring, but you were patient. You always had been with Dean.

Dean had been so careful with you since Annie and Henry. He had carried you around the bunker the first few days, refusing to let you stand on your own. He always hovered near you on hunts, although he knew better than to stop you from fighting. He was simultaneously softer and harder when you trained.

But the change hadn’t only been physical. You might not have noticed if it had been. Dean was always protective, and even more so after an injury, but it was more than that. He would speak slowly, as if weighing what each word meant. He was slow to respond when you reached out to him and quick to ensure it was what you truly wanted. He fought against his instinct to close himself off and forced vulnerability between you. You could see the battle in his eyes each time you asked him about himself.

– – –

You were lying in the bed of the honeymoon suite, half dressed, as Dean tended to the cut that had begun bleeding again. “Do you really not remember anything about that night in Vegas?” you asked, struggling to distract yourself from the sharp sting of his fingers.

“Nothing …” You could tell he was far more focused on his fingers than your conversation, and you struggled to think of some way to force him into saying more as pain momentarily clouded the room. “Just waking up next to a beautiful woman I somehow tricked into my bed.” His voice was quiet, distracted, as if he hadn’t realized that he said anything out loud.

His words surprised you. Enough that you didn’t feel him pressing wrapping a bandage around your middle until it caught against your fresh stitches. You hissed, and his eyes jumped to yours, suddenly focused again. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. There was nothing in the way he looked at you that hinted at the admission he’d just made. That he felt he had tricked you into his bed; that it wasn’t something you had wanted as well. Maybe he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud.

– – –

His quiet voice tore you from your reminiscing, from your reminder that Dean had believed you’d woken up in Vegas regretting him. He spoke slowly, brow furrowed in concentration as if struggled to find the right words, or struggling to remember them. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “After … everything that happened … waking up in Vegas … then nearly … nearly losing you … I wanted to be careful.” With this admission, something changed. Dean held you close to his side, and a hand rose to cup your cheek, his fingers playing along your temple as he continued. “There were so many questions, so many things we couldn’t talk about … but those things don’t really matter, and all that matters is that I love you and I need you to hear me say it.”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t give him a moment to wonder if you had regretted him all those months before. “I love you too.”

– – –

Part One: Vegas Lights
Part Two: Desert Stars
Part Three: Neon Signs