Hiya. i was wondering if i could request a one
shot where the reader is a british hunter and has been staying with
the boys for some time and one day they find her cooking a sunday
roast and Dean finds it really hot. can there be fluff and maybe some
smut please!! i love your work xxx
Word Count: 762
I’m sorry, I don’t write smut. Apart from that, though, I hope you
like it! Thanks!<33
You woke up with a certain… craving. You couldn’t help it – it
just… you haven’t had it in so long. Not since you moved over here,
and that was years ago.
So you went out early, long before either brother woke up, and bought
all of the stuff you’d need. It’s been a while since you’ve made it,
but you’re confident that you can pull it off.
The kitchen quickly fills with the scent you’ve missed so much, and
as you chop vegetables, you smile to yourself. Now it feels
You’ve lived with the Winchester brothers for nearly two years now,
and have known them for at least nine of the ten you’ve lived in the
US. They’re like family to you – they know all there is to know
about you, and you them.
“Y/N? What are you doing?” Dean asks tiredly, catching your
attention. You turn, tossing a final handful of carrot chunks into
the pan. You grin at him, holding up the knife.
“Classic Sunday roast.” You explain, “Haven’t had one in
The hunter’s eyes widen and he takes a deep breath, filling his lungs
with the (admittedly delicious) scent.
“Very good woah.” He says softly, coming closer, “I didn’t know
you could cook.”
You shrug, “It never came up.”
“You should do this every weekend.” He grins, coming up close to
you and looking over your shoulder, “This looks… perfect.”
not going to lie to himself – he’s had the biggest crush on you
beautiful, and smart, and funny, and with some mad
hunting skills. He’d
be crazy not to be head over heels for you.
roll your eyes, “We used to have it every weekend back home. It was
just one of those things. Restaurants, pubs – bars, to you.
Everywhere serves it.”
you miss it?”
sort of.” You shrug, “But I like it here. I wouldn’t go home.”
not? What’s to like?”
laugh, “Are you hinting at me, Winchester?”
not!” He cries, scandalised, “Merely curious. Do go on.” He
impersonates a shockingly bad Cockney accent, at which you roll your
like the roads; how long they seem. I like how blasé people are
about things. I like how huge things are compared to back home. I
love the cars, and the people are so much different.”
got some pretty good friends here, too.” You say softly, watching
as his face hardens at the word ‘friends’, “And there’s this one
I’ve known him pretty much since I got here, and…” You shrug,
“I’m pretty sure he only sees me as a friend.”
doubt he does. Anyone would be lucky to be your 'friend’.” He says
quietly, “And… this whole cooking thing you got going on? It’s
really kind of hot, if I’m honest.”
A pretty girl who is badass, cute, smart, awesome, funny, and
cook at the same time? It’s music to any guy’s ears.” He moves so
close to you, “And oh,
is that music sweet.”
find yourself blushing a deep red, chewing on your lip. Suddenly,
Dean swoops in and presses his lips to yours, his hands instantly
going to your waist. You gasp, kissing him back fervently – his
lips are soft – much softer than you’d thought. He presses you back
against the counter, eventually pushing you up onto the surface and
standing inbetween your legs.
hands explore your back and you shiver, pressing yourself closer to
him. You couldn’t say how much you’ve wished this would happen,
but… you never thought it would, and you didn’t think it would be
as good as this.
wouldn’t ever want it to end, but after a little while – not long
enough – a pan boils over on the stove, grabbing your attention.
Dean curses under his breath, keeping a tight hold on your waist, not
wanting you to go.
it.” He says quietly, and you shake your head.
is gonna burn, babe. Or I’ll set the bunker on fire.” You whisper,
pressing a last kiss to his lips. You pull away and climb off of the
counter, “Later. I promise.”
He says softly, as you get back to work. He watches you, bringing his
fingers to his lips and running them over the tingling skin there.