Character: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2400-ish
Meanings: Y/N=First Name L/N=Last Name H/C=Hair
Colour B/S = Body Shape Y/H = Your Height O/H/C = Other Hair
Colour Y/A=Your Age
A/N: Something new; a small part of Dean’s pov. Lol.
Again, let me know what you think!
Masterlist (including all parts of College
“Something specific you want to give a try?” Dean asked
as you walked into the carnival. You thought for a minute. “It’s a couple of
years since I’ve been in the bumper cars. You feeling up to it?” You asked, he
nodded in response and you two made your way to the Bumper cars.
The two of you first got a car of your own and you kept
bumping against each other, after a while you two started to team up against
strangers. The next round Dean got into your bumper car as a passenger. He said
he’d wondered what it was like being a passenger in your car. Teasing Dean, you
kept bumping other people, mainly using Dean’s side.
Dean was way to happy to get out of the car. “That’s it,
I’m driving you around. You are never allowed to drive.” “Did I traumatize
you?” You asked innocently. “Yes.” He responded way to quickly. “Hey, I’m not
that bad!” You laughed, he chuckled at your response. “Well you’re not driving
my car, that’s for sure.” He smirked. “Fair enough.” You answered chuckling.
“You did it on purpose to get free rides, didn’t you?” He asked accusingly, you
responded by smiling and raising your shoulders. Dean just shook his head.
“Want to get something to eat?” Dean asked and you
agreed. He led the two of you to a food stand. The two of you got some funnel
cakes. “It doesn’t beat pecan pie, but it’s still pretty good.” Dean said handing
you one as he took a bite out of his. You hummed in agreement. The two of you
walked towards a bench to eat.
As you took another bite you realized you were spacing
out a bit, thinking back to what happened earlier with Thomas. You didn’t want
to think about it, you were having a great time with Dean but at the same time
you just couldn’t help but wonder why. What had you ever done to him to be treated like that?
Dean snapped you out of it. “Want to shoot something?”
You looked up at Dean, he’d already finished his cake, as he pointed at a
shooting booth. “You know, letting out some steam?” He smirked, you chuckled at
that. Did he know where your mind had drifted off to? Could he read you like a
book? Or did he actually want to
shoot Thomas? You chuckled at the thought. “I’ve never shot anything before but
I’d like to give it a try.” I laughed, tossing away my napkin.
It was really busy,
Dean surprised you by grabbing your hand and as he guided you to the
booth. Again his hand was so big and warm compared to yours, it swallowed your
hand whole. You returned the grip, enjoying the small gesture, as Dean kept a
hold of your hand and was looking for a free air gun to shoot with. He found
one pretty quickly. Dean bought you 10 tries to shoot some plastic stars.
“You want to give it a try?” Dean asked you, handing you
the air rifle. “Sure, but uhm…” You took the gun awkwardly in your hands, not
really knowing how to hold it correctly. You felt Dean covering your hands,
leaning over you with his chest pressed against your back, as he guided you
“Make sure the back of the rifle is positioned against
your shoulder, then put your hands here and here.” He said, you could feel his
breath tickle against your ear, making your blush. Knowing and grateful he was
unable to see that, you hummed in understanding. “Okay, now try to look at the
pointy thing at the end of the rifle and try to aim at the star.” You did as
told but missed.
“Don’t worry, try again, the rifles are rigged but you can do it.” He said letting go
of you but still standing very close. You tried again and got one, making the
plastic star shatter in a hundred little pieces. “I got one!” You yelled in
excitement and looked at Dean who was smiling back at you.
You tried another two times, missing one of them. You
looked at Dean. “You want to give it a try?” “You sure?” “Yeah, I’d like to see
you in action.” You said with a smirk. “I’m a bit rustic though.” He said
returning with a grin. “Give it your best shot.” “Very funny.” He said
sarcastically. He bought another 10 extra tries and absolutely nailed it. He
had 16 shot’s total and he hit every single one.
“Wow, remind me to never piss you off.” You said with a
nervous laugh. His face fell with a ‘Oh shit’-look, putting the gun down. “I’m
kidding, I’m kidding! Don’t worry.” You quickly said laughing, taking his hand,
walking away from the booth. “That was pretty cool. How come you’re such a good
shot? You haven’t really shot people or anything, have you?” You asked jokingly
“No, I went hunting a couple of times.” He said chuckling at your question, you
let go of his hand putting it on your hip. “You shot bambi?” You asked jokingly.
“No, of course not. I got taught never to shoot bambi.” You nodded at his
response and took his hand again. “Good.” “You shoot bambi’s mother.” You could
hear him mumble and you playfully punched Dean’s arm. “Seriously? That’s just
sad!” You said laughing, he just shrugged his shoulders but then he stopped
both of you. “Ow I forgot something, stay here. Don’t go wondering off, okay?”
He said, letting go of your hand. “I’m Y/A, not 5.” Dean chuckled and walked
back to the shooting booth.
As Dean went to the booth, you looked around wondering
what you could do next. You then noticed a roller-coaster, if Dean didn’t mind,
that could be fun.
“I’m back.” You heard Dean say. “In black?” You asked
looking at him, he had one hand behind his back and seemed to have a bit of a
shy-ish vibe over him. “No but uhm we earned some points at the shooting booth
and-“ He revealed the hand that was behind his back, holding a cute little
teddy bear. “- it’s just a little something, if you don’t like it you ca-” He
started to ramble a bit but the bear was so cute, you took it out of his hand,
feeling a warms smile appear as you stared at it. You looked at him stopping
him from rambling on. “I love it.” You smiled warmly and Dean looked relieved.
A happy smile appearing on his face as well. Again you couldn’t help it. He was
so sweet and caring, you wanted to thank him but didn’t think a hug was enough
and a ‘real’ kiss wasn’t appropriate for the ‘first’ time, so you led your hand
to the back of his neck, pulling him down and you softly but longer then usual
kissed him on the cheek.
You let Dean go, he seemed to be processing what just
happened, you chuckled a bit. He stayed quiet for a bit. “Glad you like it.”
You nodded, holding the bear. “Are you afraid of roller-coasters?” You changed
the subject. “No.” “Good, want to go in that one?” You pointed at the
roller-coaster. “Sure.” This time you took a hold of his hand and the two of
you walked to the roller-coasters.
Dean wasn’t looking so well. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, it’s
that funnel cake that is messing me up.” Everything went fine and the
roller-coaster was awesome but when you two got out and you looked at Dean, he
didn’t look very well. “So it wasn’t the roller-coaster going around and around
and around and aro-” You teased but he interrupted. “Okay, okay, it was okay.”
You chuckled, took his hand and sat him down on a bench, rubbing his back. You
gave him a couple of minutes, letting the colour return to his face. “Feeling a
bit better?” He nodded in response.
It was now completely dark and still to your amazement
quite busy. You wanted to go into the Funhouse but when you looked back at Dean
he was still not looking very well. You then thought of something. “I’ll be
right back.” You said, going to a booth to get Dean some water.
When you turned around you saw a group of guys standing
around Dean. You wanted to walk straight up and sit next to Dean again but
stopped when you heard the conversation.
“Dean, why didn’t you go to the party?” One guy asked
him. “Can ask you the same thing.” Dean answered with a smug smile. “Man that
hot O/H/C chick was looking for you. How is it the hot girls flunk all over you,
huh? What’s your secret?” Another guy asked him. “It must be his homeless look.”
Another one said laughing, making them all laugh. Dean chuckled sarcastically.
You didn’t know what to say or how to react to that.
These were Dean’s football friends, you didn’t know them and they would ignore
your presence anyway. You decided to stay a bit afar until those guys
In the meantime you looked at the bear and bottle of
water in your hands. So it was true about the O/H/C girl. What have you been
doing? He loves and is going after that O/H/C girl. The bear must’ve been just
a gesture to cheer you up after what happened today, nothing else. You feel so
embarrassed! You sighed seeing that the guys were leaving, you had to get back
to Dean and act ‘normal’.
Maybe this had been a pity trip after all?
Yesterday Y/N returned with a bottle of water and pretty
soon after we’d returned to the apartment. Y/N hadn’t said much the whole ride and
went to bed quickly. She’d said she enjoyed the carnival though and so did I!
But when Y/N got back from classes today she immediately went
into the shower. I noticed that ever since she returned with that bottle of
water, she seemed to avoid me again. We had such a great time at the carnival
yesterday, at least, I know I did. The bumper cars she started to cheer up
again. The shooting booth, seeing her face light up when she hit that star and
when I gave her that bear, the lingering kiss on my cheek, her lips were so
I let my hand go over my face out of frustration. What am
I doing wrong?! I feel like I just keep screwing up and this time I’ve got no
I let out another sight when Y/N’s phone rang. I could
hear a frustrated sound from the shower so I offered to get it and heard some kind of muffled agreeing sound.
“Hello?” I answered. “Hello, sorry, is this Y/N’s
number?” “Yeah she is busy right now, can she call you back or do I need to
leave a message?” “No, I’ll text her.” “Okay, sure.” “Bye.” “Bye.”
I hung up and looked at the number and was very surprised
to read ‘End Call Martinez’. Martinez as in miss Martinez? It can’t be, can it?
Does Y/N work there… is Miss actually Y/N? I did have a feeling she might be but
it can’t be. She’s to shy for that! She would’ve said something, she would’ve
act differently! Right?! Don’t go making weird-disgusting-yet-best-and-super-hot-case-scenario
Again I let my hand go over my face when I felt Y/N’s
phone vibrate. Y/N received a text from Martinez. ‘Can you work tonight at 8?’
No. That’s not possible. I made an appointment an hour
ago for 8 tonight because yesterday was one of the best-shy Y/N-moments I could’ve
ever dreamed of and I didn’t want to force my affections on Y/N since we’re ‘just
roommates’ and I just thought I’d go blow of some steam at Martinez with that
girl who looked like her. Okay that’s sounds very wrong inside my head as well
and I know it is not right but it’s better then sitting around here like a love
sick and horny puppy. Sue me!
Were they texting her for that appointment?… only one way to find out.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the Miss Martinez number.
“Miss Martinez, how may I pleasure you?” “Hey, I called about an hour ago for
an appointment tonight at 8 but something came up. So can it be set back to 9?”
“Sure I’ll check it with your miss and I’ll call you back.” “Thanks.” You hung
up and could feel your heart race in suspense.
A little while later, Y/N received another text. ‘Client rescheduled.
Can you work at 9?’
I nearly dropped the phone. It is. I was right all along. It’s her. Her looks, voice, smile, smell,
curves. Everything! It was her! I’ve been driving myself crazy for weeks. Debating
with myself whether it was her or not. Being held back by the thought and
possible disappointment that maybe it was some girl who just looked like her. I’d
thought of confronting that miss, only to chicken out later. Not wanting to
shatter that awesome dream.
At that moment I heard Y/N getting out of the shower. I panicked,
closing her phone and tossing it onto the couch, making a run to my room. As
Y/N opened the bathroom door, I ‘casually’ walked out of my room.
“Who was it?” She asked, drying her hair with a towel. “Wrong
number, you’re phone is on the couch.” I tried to say as normal as possible.
She nodded in response. “Ow, okay.” She then sat on the couch, grabbing her
phone and texting something.
I couldn’t stick around. “I’m going for a food run, you
want something?” I asked her. “No thank you and I won’t be home tonight, I’ve
got to work.” She said still looking at her phone. “Ow, okay.” I quickly grabbed my things and closed the door
behind me just in time, my phone rang.
“Hello?” “Mister Winchester, your miss is available
tonight.” “Perfect.” I answered and was about to hang up when I thought of something.
Y/N had know from the very start it was me. Why did she
never say anything? And why was she so shy with me as her roommate but as her
sub at Martinez, a very fierce mistress? She’d seen sides of me that no one
ever had! I’ve begged, been tight up at her mercy. Oh my god. I’ve screamed out
her name at that first session… I can feel my cheeks really heat up, I don’t like
this and she never really worked for a cleaning company, did she?
“Wait, one more thing. I’d like to change something
else.” I said to the girl on the phone.
It’s time for the confrontation, answers… and payback.