-Supernatural One Shots, Imagines, and Preferences-

Cuddles- Dean x reader

It was quiet. The bunker was uncannily silent, but it didn't matter, because I was all snuggled up. I was wrapped in a very soft blanket, watching X-Files on the couch. I had my laptop and a tub of ice cream with a spoon. It was going to be a good day.

Just then, the boys came bursting through the door. They seemed tired and cranky, so I didn't plan on bothering or questioning them much.

"How was the hunt?" I asked cautiously. They both just grunted back in response. Sam made his way to his room, and I heard him as he plopped into his bed. Dean, on the other hand, sat very close to me on the couch, despite the fact that the couch had much more room on the other end. He draped his arm over my shoulders and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck.

"I'm tired," he mumbled. I could feel his lips against my skin as he spoke and it made me instantly blush. I had had a crush on Dean forever, but he had never shown any reciprocation of feelings. At some point, he just kind of passed out on the side of me, so I shifted and angled myself so that I was laying out, and he was practically laying on top of me. I put my laptop on the space that was left on my stomach and continued to eat my ice cream. I glanced at Dean every few minutes and just watched him breathe. He was so calm and peaceful. It was a side of him I never saw while he was awake. He was still fairly roughed up from the hunt, but he was holding onto me, and I was in love, so he looked like the most beautiful man alive. He looked so vulnerable and small (in a metaphorical sense), like a little boy. It was nice seeing him like this.

I felt him stirring a bit as his grip on me tightened. His beautiful green eyes fluttered open. He smirked when he noticed the position we were in and how embarrassed I was about it. He scooted himself up closer to my face.

"(Y/N)"

"Yes, Dean?" I answered, still blushing heavily from how close we were.

"Can I kiss you?"

His question definitely caught me off guard. My eyes widened a bit in shock before I nodded, giving him the okay. He smiled (not smirked, smiled) and kissed me. His lips were rough and warm. He flipped us over so that I was on top of him and we continued further. His hands were mapping my body, making sure no inch was left undiscovered. He slowly inched up my shirt as we made out. Eventually, my shirt found the floor and pulling away from our kiss, he gazed at my body in a child-like wonder. I was a bit embarrassed still to have him looking at me so exposed. I wasn't very confident in my body, and this was strange.

He gazed up at me with a look that was asking permission, and I nodded, giving it to him. I wasn't sure what he was asking to do, but he then made it very clear. He moved to start kissing my neck and his hands started to massage at my chest. My hands made their way into his hair, reeling at this feeling. He continued his attack and moved his hands toward the clasp of my bra. He was about to leave me completely exposed when a voice stopped us short.

Sam trudged down the hallway, probably up to get some water. He was about to walk through this room to get to the kitchen when he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening.

"I'll j-just leave you to it. Who needs water?" Then he rushed back toward his room.

I chuckled a bit, blushing. Dean, however continued what he was doing and took off my bra. He sat back and left me sitting up on his chest. He was admiring his work. He'd left many marks on my neck and some on my collarbone leading to my chest. His eyes showed that he wanted to keep going, but he could tell I was still a bit overwhelmed. He reached down to the floor and grabbed my shirt, tossing it to me. I have him a look of thanks before throwing it on, my bra still on the floor.

"(Y/N), I want to take this slow. I want to do this right. Right after a hunt in the middle of the night is not the right time. But I want there to be an us. I really do," he finished, looking sincere. He wrapped his arms around my middle and laid us out so that we were both laid on our side on the couch, my back against his front. He set my laptop back up and we continued to watch my favorite shows. He kissed my neck still, making sure he claimed all of his territory. And who was I to stop him?

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Sorry this is super short. But it's full of good stuff, so I think it's worth it. I still think that it's not that great, but here's some cuddly, heated Dean time.