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Dean Winchester x Reader (Part II)

Sam is sitting on the couch, researching how to kill yet another nasty. You sit on the back of the couch behind him, braiding his hair.
It'd only taken you years to get him to agree to this.
Now that it's happening, it's everything you'd thought it would be.
Dean comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear with a smile, "Can't have my princess falling off here, huh?"
You laugh. "I'm not gonna fall off the couch, Dean."
Sam's oblivious.
"Push him off the couch." Dean whispers.
"No." You whisper back with a smile.
"Just do it. If he tries anything, we all know you can take him."
"When will you drop that?" You ask.
"When I'm dead."
"Great, so never."
He smiles and kisses your cheek. "Just push him off."
"No."
"Hey, Sammy, can Y/N push you off the couch?" Dean asks.
"Sure, Dean." Sam says distractedly.
"See? Permission."
"I'm playing with his hair, I'm not gonna push him off the couch. He'll never let me play with it again."
Dean smiles, kissing your cheek again.
"You're needy, you know." You say.
"I know." He agrees.
He turns his head and kisses you, and what are you to do except reciprocate?
He slides you off the couch and carries you bridal style to sit on the bed.
"Y/N? Where'd you go?" Sam asks after a while.
"Oh." He says when he sees you on Dean's lap. "Well, I'll get out of here. See you."
"Let's go out to dinner." Dean says, pulling back to look at you. "Wanna?"
"I'd love to."
"Just don't beat the shit out of anyone, you hear?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" You salute.
"But I don't wanna leave yet." He says, kissing you again.
"No, come on. Let's go. The faster we get through dinner, the sooner we get to pie."
"True. Very true." He grins.
Dean takes you to a pretty fancy restaurant, and it's all right. But they have pie, so that makes it perfect.
"Dean, you're drooling all over your pie." You laugh. "Shut your mouth, you'll catch flies."
"You're beautiful." He blurts out.
You smile. "Thanks, babe. You're pretty handsome yourself."
"Thanks." He smiles.
"Dean?" You ask, poking at your piece of pie with your fork.
"Yeah?" He looks up at you.
"I sort of really love you."
The piece if pie on his fork falls back onto his plate and his smile turns into a grin. "I love you too."
When you walk back out to the Impala, he slips an arm around your waist.
Usually he'd put his hand in your back pocket, but tonight he settles for resting it on your hip.
"You okay, Dean?" You ask.
"Yep. You wanna drive?"
"Me drive Baby?" You raise your eyebrows.
"Yeah. I mean, you're my baby, Baby's my baby, might was well, right? You wanna drive or not?"
"Hell yeah." You grin, slipping the keys out of his pocket and hopping in the driver's seat.
He gets in on the other side, putting his arm around the back of the seat, the tips of his fingers brushing your shoulder.
"Wanna go to the park?"
"The park?" You ask.
"Yeah. You like the swing." He grins.
"It's late."
"You like the stars."
"You wanna go?" You glance at him.
"Eyes on the road!" He says.
You look back to the road with a smile.
"Yeah, I wanna go."
You pull into the park and practically jump out.
You put the keys back in Dean's pocket.
The two of you sit on the swings. You swing, but Dean stays still. You close your eyes and let the wind blow over your face.
When you open your eyes, Dean's swinging too.
An hour later, you're not swinging anymore, just sitting on the swing, sometimes twisting. Dean watches you.
"Did you ever want to do anything else?" You ask, looking over at him.
"Yeah." He says. "Didn't we all?"
You shrug in agreement. "What did you wanna do?"
"I dunno. Maybe go to college. Have a wife, a family. What about you?"
"I wanted to go to college. I wanted to work at NASA." You smile, looking up at the stars.
"No family?"
"My family was dysfunctional--terrible. I wouldn't want that on a kid. You and Sam are my family." You smile.
He gets off his swing and gets on both knees in front of you, resting his elbows on your knees. He puts his hands together and puts his chin on them, looking up at you.
You stop spinning to look at him. "What are you doing, baby?" You ask, a little bit concerned.
"Looking at you." He smiles adorably.
"Couldn't do that from over there?"
"It was too dark. Couldn't see you good enough."
You reach up and rake your fingers through his hair.
He catches your hand on it's way back down and brings it to his lips. "I've been thinking, babe." He says.
"Yeah?"
"This dating thing isn't exactly working out, is it?"
You look at him for a second. "I thought it was." You finally say.
"Not for me."
You don't say anything.
Is he breaking up with you?
Just a couple nights ago he was wanting to marry you.
"You know how I am. I'm selfish and never satisfied."
You just stare at him. Your eyes burn, but you aren't going to cry. Not in front of him, at least.
"You aren't selfish." You say after a bit of him not speaking.
"I am. I've dated you for this long, haven't I? I wouldn't've put you through that if I wasn't selfish."
"Can we cut to the chase here? Please?"
"I love you." He says. "I adore you, Y/N. You and Sam are the only things that keep me going. You're a saint. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a goddess, but I know better and that wouldn't be good." He cracks a smile.
"You're blabbering." You point out.
"Yeah. You're right. I am. But I love you, Y/N. I'd be absolutely lost without you. I wouldn't last a day. I never want to be without you, not even for a second. So... Marry me?"
You lean down and kiss him. "Yeah, Dean. I'll marry you." You smile.
He grins and stands, pulling you up out of the swing. "You're my everything."
You smile. "I love you too."

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