Multifandom Oneshots

Dean Winchester x Reader (Part II)

Sam looks up when you and Dean walk in. "Um.." He begins.
"She's coming with us." Dean says.
He looks back and forth between the two of you. "Did you... kidnap her?"
"What? No."
Sam looks at you.
"No." You smile.
"Dad said we should be leaving today, right?"
Sam nods.
"Cool."

A man walks in that evening. "All right boys, let's--Make a friend, Dean?"
"She's coming with us." Dean says.
"Did he kidnap you?" The man asks you.
"No sir." You say, then give Dean a questioning look, wondering why everyone would assume that.
"Dean--" The man begins.
"This is Y/N. This is my father, John. Y/N and her parents were Hunters." Dean says.
"Were?" He looks at you.
You recount the story again.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks.
You nod.
"All right. Let's go, then."

A few months later, you sit with Sam as you wait for Dean and John to get back from a hunt.
"Dad doesn't let you go because he likes you more than he does Dean." Sammy informs you.
"Really? I always thought he was sexist."
"That too." Sammy smiles. "But mainly because he doesn't want you to get hurt."
"Are you sick, Sammy?" You ask.
"No."
"Why do I think you're lying?"
"Because I am." He admits.
"Go shower and I'll make soup." You offer.
"Really?" He looks at you weird.
"Yeah. Go on." You ruffle his hair and step into the kitchen.
"You're the best, Y/N."
By the time John and Dean get home, Sammy's sitting at the kitchen table eating his soup. Dean's covered in dirt and blood. John's yelling at him, but he just storms into the bathroom and slams the door. The shower cuts on a few seconds later.
You don't like John, not in the least. You hate how he treats his sons.
You put you hand on Sam's shoulder. "I made soup, if you want any." You tell John.
"Thank you." He says in a normal volume, going to the stove.
"The bowls are in the cabinet beside you and the spoons are in the drawer above it." You inform him.
"Thanks." He gives you a smile that you don't return.
Dean gets out of the shower and sits on the couch.
"Come eat, Dean." You say.
"Not hungry." He says gruffly.
"I don't care. Come eat."
"Don't feel like it."
"Come eat, Dean." John says sternly.
"Fuck off."
You bring a bowl of soup and sit beside him. He takes the bowl from your hands and puts it on the coffee table, opting to kiss you instead.
You pull away and pat his shoulder before going to sit at the table with Sammy and John.
"You're really smart, Sammy." You say as you watch him do his homework.
"Thank you." He smiles.
"Dean, quit being a baby and come sit at the fucking table." John says.
"Dad, you can't--" Sammy begins
"Shut up, Sam." Dean grabs his bowl and comes to sit across from me.
"See, now that wasn't so hard, was it?" John asks patronizingly.
The two of them start up.
"Can we spend five minutes without arguing, please? Thank you." You interrupt.
They both shut up.
You lay beside Dean in the bed that night, his arms around you. After a while, he gets up and walks outside, grabbing a beer from the fridge on his way. You go to follow.
Sammy sits up from the couch. "Y/N?" He asks.
"It's okay, Sammy. Go back to bed." You whisper.
"Thank you." He tells you.
You give a small smile and follow after Dean.
He's standing outside, leaning against John's car. You stand beside him.
"It's all right, baby. Go back bed." He says.
"Not until you do." You take the bottle from his hand and put it on top of the car.
He wraps his arms around you and puts his forehead on your shoulder.
You hug him back. "What happened, Dean?"
"He fucking buried me."
"I'm sorry, he what?" You pull back.
"Said he was making sure I was prepared." He scowled.
Stuff like this was what made you want to smother John Winchester in his sleep.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
"No." He kisses you roughly, pulling you back to him.
He pulls back and puts his forehead on yours.
"Dean?" You whisper.
"What?" He opens his eyes and pulls his head away to look at you.
"I love you."
He kisses you again. "I love you too."
"Come on, let's go to bed."
"Can I finish my beer first?"
"Legally--"
"Don't care." He grabs it off the car, keeping one arm around you.
A few minutes later, you both lay back down in bed. He kisses you again. "I love you."
He wakes up in the middle of the night and sits up straight, gasping.
You probably wouldn't have woken up if his arms hadn't been around you.
You put your hand on his arm.
He doesn't look at you, just gasps quietly, but it gets louder.
You try to get him to go outside, because John would get mad if he got woken up.
Dean shakes his head, pushing you away.
"Dean, baby, you'll wake your father."
"What's wrong with me?" He gasps.
"Dean, shut up." John says gruffly.
"You shut up!" You snap.
Sammy sat up on the couch. "Dean?"
"It's fine, Sammy." Dean says, clearly and calmly.
Sam gets up off the couch to come sit with Dean. "It's okay, Dean." Sam says. He speaks calmly, but he looks terrified.
John sits up in bed. "Dean." He says angrily.
"Shut up! Can't you see he's hurting?" You practically scream.
"I'm fine." Dean says, clutching his chest.
John stands up. "Go outside until you can be quiet."
"Dad--" Sam begins.
"Shut up, Sammy."
"Don't call me Sammy!"
"Go outside, Dean."
Dean stands, and you and Sam both scramble off the bed. "Dean--" You both say.
Dean slugs his father.
You grab Sam and pull him away.
John says nothing for a good while. "Well, son, do you feel better?" He finally asks.
Dean nods curtly.
"Go back to bed. All of you."
You let Sam go, and he runs to hug Dean.
Dean hugs him back, then pushes him away. "Go to bed, Sammy. It's okay."
You crawl back into bed.
Dean and John stare at each other.
"Dean." You say gently.
He lays back down beside you. John gets back in bed.
Dean turns over and kisses you and whispers, almost inaudibly, "I love you."