#supenatural

Fandom:Supernatural

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1411

Warning/s: Jealous Dean?

Summary: 3 times Dean wanted to kiss you and the 1 time he did

The first time Dean felt the urge to lay his lips with your own happened unbeknown to you. it was just a normal day, too normal for the adventurous and crazy life of the Winchesters. and Dean knew, something normal would only mean danger, but it was not a demon making unfair deals nor an Angel trying to take over the earth but a mere smile. 

that damn smile

an innocent and bright smile not even address to him. he was peacefully walking back to his room when he happened to glance your way, talking to Castiel and somehow he froze on the spot, totally mesmerized at the sight before him.

He thought his heart was gonna explode when you notice him and offered him an even wider smile.

Sam sat on the corner, laptop on the table watching the whole ordeal with an amused expression.

“Are you okay Dean?” he teased, catching yours and Castiel’s attention, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as the older Winchester cleared his throat, eyes darting anywhere but you.

“Nothing” Dean manage to let out before briskly walking back to his room. You look at Sam curiously only to be met with a shrug.

~•~

The second time he felt the pull once again happened a few days after, was when he took a break from research, putting the book down on the table to rest his eyes only to land on your sleeping form. 

the side of your head resting on top of the open book you were reading, your cheeks squeeze on a cute way, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as you breath softly.

suddenly, he was awestruck, he felt like the air left his body and as if he can see every small detail decorating your face, the way your eyelashes cast a shadow over your cheeks, or the light glistening against your skin.

He felt his eyes trailing down your lips, wanting nothing more than to lean down and collide his lips with yours, countless thoughts running on his mind, how would it felt against his lips, would it be soft or sweet? Maybe both.

He had to snap back to reality as he realizes what he was thinking. He had to pull himself together and focus on research than fantasizing about something he can never have.

But seeing the peaceful look on your face sets his heart at ease, knowing that on their crazy life they had you, reminding themselves there still good around them.

He finds it adorable as you mutter words incoherently in your sleep, he can’t help but smile as he gently and carefully picks you up to put you on the bed.

~•~

The third time happened almost a month after, death and loss were part of their journey but it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when it happened.

Once again, they loss a close friend over a demon , he acted fine when they had a hunter’s burial but now he can feel the pain eating him alive, the only thing keeping him numb was alcohol on his system.

It was already late at night, Sam already asleep and Cas somewhere looking for ways to solve their problem. The silence of the bunker only adding to the pain on his chest as he took another swing of the alcohol.

It was then that you walk in, quietly seating beside him, your mere presence already making him feel better.

“can’t sleep too?” You asked, grabbing yourself your alcohol, Dean watches you on the corner of his eyes as you took a swing of the beer.

It was then that he saw your eyes swollen red from crying, and he suddenly realizes it’s not just him feeling like crap for not being able to save a life.

“it’s not your fault” he muttered, his ruff voice catching your attention but you didn’t turn back to him, but sadly stare at your hands.

You let out a deep sigh, “how can it not be, I was with him, but I-”

“Hey, hey!” Dean Interrupted, reaching out his hands and placing them on your cheeks to make you look at him. “Don’t ever blame yourself for this, or anything, you didn’t do anything wrong”

The moment Dean saw tears slowly rolled down your cheeks, he wanted nothing to do more than kiss the pain away from your sad and broken eyes. He wished nothing more his whole life than make you happy in this instance.

But instead of a kiss, he refrained himself and wipe the tears away before pulling you in for a hug.

~•~

Dean Winchester was never known for his patience, but when it comes to you he tries as much as possible.

But there’s not much a guy can hold in.

His eyes are hard as he glares at Ketch, his jaw clench in anger, the British man unaware of the daggers directed at him as he was busy flirting to you.

Dean knew he was on way too deep, he kept denying to himself his not in love with you, but one long and meaningful talk with his brother had him admitting he was in love.

He always refrained himself from acting and blurring his feeling in front of you, but there’s no way he’s gonna seat still while a British man steals you away.

Jealousy bubbled up as he continues to watch your lips move, talking and laughing to something Ketch said. He tries to hold it in, he really did. But the moment he saw Ketch reach out towards you, his stomach twisted in rage.

Before he knew it, he was striding towards you two, hands clenched in anger. “Alright, that’s it, keep your hands to yourself”

Dean gritted, ripping Ketch’s hands off you before placing himself between you and Ketch.

“I don’t see the problem in here, as much as I know you and this lovely young lady is not in a relationship” Ketch politely mock,

Dean opened his mouth only to close it back again as he can’t seem to find the right words to say without breaking it you that he loves you.

Ketch raise a mocking eyebrow at him,

“Guys, what’s going on?” He heard you ask as you step on the side, passively looking at the two men.

Dean and Ketch’s exchange looks, Dean glances back and forth between you and Ketch, and he only arrived at one conclusion, there no way he’s gonna let that smug son of a b***ch win.

So without thinking much of it, he reaches out and grabs your cheeks with both hands before leaning down and placing his lips on yours, everything happened so quickly that you stood frozen for a few seconds before you process what’s going in.

Dean Winchester was kissing you. You’re happy to die any moment now.

The kiss was surprisingly short, but the fireworks it elicited was beyond you. It was passionate and filled with every emotion he felt for you. Perfect was not even a word to describe how wonderful it felt.

When he pulled away, Ketch was long gone with a knowing smirk on his lips.

Dean studied you warily, giving you a surprised and apologetic look. He tried restraining himself but seeing you and Ketch together made something snap within himself.

He took your silence as a sign of rejection and he rushed to fill the silence with a conversation, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what went through my head, I’ve liked you ever since and I-”

Before he can finish his rumbles, you snake your hand behind his neck to pull him down, close your eyes, stood on your toes, and place a kiss on his lips.

You broke apart after a moment, stared down at you, pure happiness etched into his face before he broke out in a wide ridiculously happy grin that you can’t help but return.

“that this means…that you..” he mumbled, hesitantly pointing between you and him, that you replied with a chuckle and a nod.

“I like you too Dean, for a very long time now too” you coaxed, voice gentle and soft. You got surprised the moment his arms went around your waist and spun you around, a genuine and wide smile etched in his lips like a kid, and there’s no way you will trade the look on his face right now to anything in the world, and so was he.