Supernatural one shots

Dean x Reader; happy days

Characters; Dean Winchester, reader
Topic; happy days
Summary; you and Dean had always been friends. You have feelings for him but you didn't know if he felt the same, Sam knew and he wish yall would finally realize it. So he decides to do something about it after a hunt.
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You had moved in with the Winchester brothers a couple of years ago. It was different, considering you had lived alone before, but you weren't alone. You had your friends and family, your job.

Until that fateful night your family was attacked by a werewolf.

You were hurt pretty badly, the wolf was going to finish you off until Dean and Sam showed up in time to save you. But they weren't in time for your parents and your brother and sister.

After the patched you up, they decided they'd give you a choice; come with them and be protected and learn the life, or stay, be unprotected, but know about the supernatural life.

So now here you are, living in a different world, where in your old life you are considered murdered. You knew your friends missed you, mourned you, wished they could find you, but you knew you couldn't come back. You wanted them safe, you couldn't be around knowing you could put them in danger.

Moving into the bunker was bumpy at first. You had to get used to the fact you lived with two men now.

"(Your name)? You okay?" Sam asked, his voice laced with concern. You and the boys went on a simple salt and burn a couple of days ago and after figuring out who it was and where their grave was, you went to go finish the job. Of course, right before Dean threw the match in, the fucking ghost decided to throw you into a tree.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Stiff, but I'm alright." You gave him a small reassuring smile. Sam was your best friend, basically a brother of your own.

"We'll be back at the bunker soon. Maybe another hour." Dean stated, looking back at you in the rearview mirror.

Damn those eyes, you thought. Sighing, you stretched out on the backseat, dozing off until you're back to the comfort of the bunker.
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"Dean, you need to tell her." Sam said, trying his best to coax his brother to admit his feelings for you.

"No, Sammy. I'll just get rejected." Dean snapped.

"I doubt it. I mean, dude seriously, have you seen the way she looks at you?" Sam questioned, his brother oblivious.

"Sam...enough." Dean said coldly, "I've seen the way she looks. She's fucking beautiful. I can't get her out of my head Sammy. I can't get those big (e/c) eyes off my mind. I can't get enough of the way she walks or the way she talks. I can't get enough of how she looks in the morning. I just can't get enough of her." Dean looks back at you, as he parks his baby in the garage of the bunker. "Get her up and I'll get the bags."

Dean opens his door and swings his legs out.

This is it, I'm gonna do something about it if you won't, Sam thought. He's had enough of the tension and the secret glances and the wanting states. He doesn't know how many times he's yelled "JUST FREAKING KISS ALREADY!" In his head.

"(Your name). Wake up, were home." Sam said, nudging you.

"Mmm, five more minutes..." You moaned. Chuckling, Sam gets out of the car and opens the back door.
You crack an eye open to look up at Sam, seeing his mischievous smile growing on his face, you try to squirm away. Too late.

"WAKE UUUPP (Your name)!" Sam shouts, tickling you.

"NO NO PLEASE NO IM UP IM UP!" You yelled, sitting up and going out the other door. You grab your bag from Dean, even though he was being stubborn about it.

"I've got it, (your name)." Dean said, still holding on your duffle.

You both had a hand on it, neither letting go. "Dean, it's fine. I can carry my own bag." You gave him a shy smile, tugging your bag out of his grip. Well, at least trying to.

"Please, I don't mind." Dean said, stubbornly. He gave you his puppy dog eyes. How could you not give in, with eyes like that and a smile that could make you swoon?

"Ugh fiiine, stubborn ass. Thank you, Dean." You smiled back at him and followed him inside.

He dropped his and Sam's bag outside their bedroom doors, but continued to carry yours to your room.
"Dean, seriously. You didn't have to carry my duffle to my room." You giggled, trying to stop him.

"Shush, I don't mind. How many times do I have to tell you that?" He chuckled, opening the door to your room and placing it next to your bed. You leaned against the door frame, admiring all of Dean.

Little did you know, that Sam snuck behind yall, using his hunter instincts to slowly creep up behind you.

Before you know it, Sam had shoved you into your room and locked it.

"SAM! What the hell?" You snapped.
"I'm not letting you two out until you talk about y'all's feelings!" Sam shouted through the door.

Your heart beat throbbed in your ears, a blush rising to your cheeks. "Pff, what?" You scoffed. "Sam this isn't funny. Let us out."

"Nope. No can do. Threw the key away. Now talk." Sam said, you could hear him walk away, confident with what he just did.

"Uh...I guess I'll go first..." You said, walking to sit next to Dean on your bed. "I understand if you don't feel the same, but for a while...." You trailed off, taking a breath. Could you have the courage to even tell him? You do.
"For awhile I've been in love with you, Dean. I love everything about you. Your smile, your eyes, the way your hair sticks in a million different directions in the morning. I don't think there's one thing I don't love about you." You let out a breath you haven't noticed you were holding.

Dean looked at you, a goofy smile slapped on his face and love poured into his eyes, crashed his plumb lips on to yours.

You wrap your arms around him after you realized you should kiss him back. He pushed you onto the bed, hovering over you.

"I love you too, madly in love with you." Dean said unto your lips. "This is one of the happiest days of my life."