Supernatural Oneshots

Dean x Witch Reader

This is a casual day with Dean without smut.

WARNINGS: DEAN

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I leaned my arms on top of french on balcony, looking at the stars, glowing brightly. I have always liked the night, the Moon, the endless blackness with a thousand of secrets. I put my left hand in pocket, grabbing pack of cigarette and liting up one of them. The smoke was going up and I continued stargazing. Suddenly
I felt someone's presence. The coldness of knife leaned on my throat.

"You know, I have a knife kink." I said humorously. I turned around and I saw Dean.I heard Dean's deep laugh. He was finally happy.

"Of course you have. You are a witch, Bonnie Benett." he stated jokingly. I chuckled, looking at Dean's green eyes. If I were blind, I would recognize them every single time. For these 5 years, I had seen pain, sadness, happiness, joy, grief in his eyes. I remember how he felt when Bobby died. Even though he wouldn't walk, he would crawl to the end. He would keep fighting no matter how broken he is, he would find his way to happy ending.
Sam was different. I thought older sibling would be stronger than younger, but I was wrong. After Jessica he still stand on his legs. He misses her and counts days when they will finally meet up the clouds. Their bond is something everyone would wish for. Sam is seeing Dean as a father John suposed to be. Someone who can make him a dinner, have his back, die for him.
Dean is a broken and invisible hero who would sacrifice himself for the world.

I smiled at thought. "What are you d-" Dean cut me off by taking my cigarette from mouth and throwing it away. "You bitch!"

"No smoking while I am here. I told you to stop smoking when you are nervous." he said seriously. I rolled eyes. I was nervous because he was still here after our arguement.

"I'm taking you to bunker, you are not safe here." he looked me in the eyes.

"I can protect myself. I see you are protective mom, but seriously I don't need it." I stood for myself.

"Look, you, Sammy and Castiel are the most important people." he continued. "I know you can, but I can't think about a danger in this world. Now let's stop with this emotional crap ass moment and get in Bat Mobile."

"Say 'please'." I smirked at his sighing. He was so desperate for me coming with him and Sam.

"Please." he murmbled.

"That was bad as hell. Sam would do it better."
Dean leaned his head to me, bringing his lips to my ear lobe. I could feel his breath. "Would he?" he smirked as he took a step back.
I frowned.

We entered in Impala and I sit back. Dean played Thunderstorm by AC/DC. The engine has started.
"Finally you two came. What were you two doing?" Sam said frowning.

"We were doing Casa E-"

"No we weren't. We argued and I needed to pack my things in 5 minutes because Mom," I glared at Dean on car mirror. "said so. So i have been packing for 15 minutes."

"How did you make him wait?" Sam asked as he turned to you.

"I didn't. I put shield on my house so once you get in there, you won't be able to get out without my premission." Sam and I laughed at Dean. He rolled his eyes and his eyes were on the road.

When we came to the bunker, it was still dark but safe. I got out of car, Sam holded weird wooden box with key in it. He unlocked the door and I saw giant base they called home. Men of Letters. It is hard to find home when you didn't have childhood. Their lives depended on the road.

I put my bag down on the floor, observing the room.

"How many rooms are there?" I asked politely.

"Just three." Sam said looking at open laptop. Dean took off the jacket and put it on chair. He went to bookshelf, searching for some documents.

"Ooh that's so sweet of you, boys. You kept one room for me." I said with enjoyment.

"Actually it is Kevin's." Sam said, flexing his arms.

"Aah, come on. Now I have to be sandwinchestered with one of you, because there is no way I am sleeping on floor or couch." I winced. "Which has more space?"

"Mine!" Dean shouted, looking over his right shoulder and holding book.

"Which has books?" God, I really loved books. I hope they have fantasy ones, even Harry Potter.

"Mine. You haven't told me you read!" says Sam. He is the nerd of family. You won't believe how much he likes philosophy.

"Okay so I will steal your books Sam." I looked at Sam. "But I am sleeping in Dean's room." I looked at Dean

"Hell yeah! I told ya Sammy! Luck is on me today." Dean joked at Sam.

"Okay but...why?" wondered Sam.

"Because I need space for my witchcraft and I don't want to ruin your books." I stated. Sam pointed on Dean and laughed loudly. Dean looked at my witchcraft with desire to throw it out.

"I hate witches." Dean mumbled.

"Good luck with that, brother." Sam provoked with laugh.

Dean frowned as he took his bag and mine. My steps followed him to his room. We were walking through hallway and I saw red doors.

"What is in here?" I pointed with my eyes.

"Nothing important. Come on." he looked annoyed.

"I hear you love birds." said Crowley behind the door. Are they crazy? They had brought freaking King of Hell.

We walked in Dean's room and he put the bas on big bed. I was walking around the room and I saw something very interesting.

"Casa Erotica!? You have all collection!" I was suprised as I took one in my hands. The bitch had whole ass collection!

"Don't touch that!" he said angrily, putting it away.

"You should see the last one! Suzy Lee is so hot!" I took the last one from the bag. That is the only one I have. Dean was jealous and wanted to see it.

"Give me that now!" he gave me a look, but I couldn't resist not to joke.
I put it behind my back. He got closer and he tried to take it. Our distance was the way close right now. I saw his face changed as he understood what I wanted.

"Smooth right." I said."It is not in my hands." I free my hands.

"Then where the fuck- " he cut himself off when he saw it on bed.

Also I stole one vinyl of Bon Jovi. I
thought you liked chruch chores."

"Says a girl who 100% listens latin rituals." he said sarcastically.

"Pater tuus fragmen stercore." I said being annoyed. He rolled his eyes.

"Sammy! Come here! I need you to translate something to me!" he shouted.

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hi! pater tuus fragmen stercore means your dad is piece of shit.

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