bagel dean


i realized it’s 3:20am and i also realized i have v little time to finish my assignments & get enough sleep 2 look ~professional~ for bagels w/ the dean for the ppl on the deans list at 9:30 and then b mentally ok for classes until 6:40pm i’m….!!!


request for: @mannatgalhotra

pairing: Reader x Dean

word count: 677


“Hey Dean.” You chirped, sitting down next to him at the kitchen table.

“Morning, Y/N.” He shot you a smile and gave you half of his bagel.

You swooned at his gesture. Almost as soon as you met Dean, you developed a major crush and now, it’s turned into something much more. The only person that knows is Sam, who continuously insists that Dean feels the same way, but you don’t believe him.

“Thanks for the bagel.” You gave Dean a warm smile and popped the last piece of Dean’s bagel into your mouth.

“Strawberry cream cheese is your favorite, right?” He asked you.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Thanks for putting it on your bagel.”

“Anytime.” He shot you a wink and you walked off, hiding the small blush that rose up on your cheeks.

“More blushing?” Sam teased, nudging your side.

“Shut up, Winchester.” You buried your head in his chest.

“C’mon, Y/N.” Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to his room. “We can watch Harry Potter and talk about how much Dean loves you.”

“Stop saying that.” You lightly slapped his chest. “You’re going to get my hopes up.”

“I’m just telling you the truth.” He raised his hands in defense.

“Whatever.” You huffed, flopping on his bed. “Just put Harry on.”

Sam laughed lightly. “Sure thing, Y/L/N.”

After he put the movie in, Sam walked over to the bed and laid down next to you. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to Sam’s room.

“Am I still blushing?” You asked him in a panic.

“A little.” Sam admitted.

You buried your face into Sam’s chest, blocking Dean’s view of it. There was no way that Dean would ever know that you were blushing. No way in heaven, hell, purgatory, earth, basically anywhere.

“Sam-” Dean walked through the door and paused. “Never mind, you seem a little busy.”

You removed your face from Sam’s chest once you heard the door slam. “Phew, that was close.”

“Y/N.” Sam grinned from ear to ear.

“What?” You asked.

“You should’ve seen his face. He looked jealous.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows.

“No he didn’t.” You argued.

“Yes he did, Y/N!” Sam threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “And you heard him slam the door. He didn’t close it, he slammed it, because he was jealous that you were cuddling with me.”

“I was hiding my face.” You said, confused.

“Yeah but Dean didn’t know that.” Sam persisted. “You should go and talk to him.”

“No way, Sammy.” You shook your head rapidly.

Sam shot you a look, making you sigh and nod your head. “If you’re wrong, I’ll kill you.”

“Fair enough.” Sam nodded. “But I won’t be.”

“We’ll see, Winchester.” You yelled before walking a few doors down the hall to Dean’s room.

“Dean?” You asked, knocking.

“Y/N.” He opened the door before walking back to his desk.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, confused.

“Looking for a hunt.” He answered, nonchalantly.

“We just got back from one last night.” You reminded him.

“Yeah well,” He looked back at you before looking at his laptop again. “It looks like you and Sam need some alone time.”

“Dean, what are you talking about?” You walked up to him and closed his laptop. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“You two are dating aren’t you?” He asked you.

“No, we’re just friends.” You told him honestly.

“Good.” Dean stood up and smashed his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. After a few more seconds, Dean pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Y/N,” Dean smiled, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” You smiled, happy that Sam was right.

Dean placed his lips back on yours and the two of you spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, where you belonged.

I’m cas in the background


Supernatural One Shot

Title: Bagels for Breakfast

Summary: Imagine Dean snapping at you one morning when your touchy-feely habits get to be a bit much for him.  In order to get some space and work through your frustration, you go on a quick and simple solo hunt and return to a motel room full of terrified Winchesters and an incredibly apologetic Dean, who realized that he really didn’t mind how affectionate you naturally were.

Word Count: 3,240

You kneeled on the ground beside Dean’s bed and placed your face only inches from his while he slept; not willing to make it weird, you smiled and whispered his name with as sharp a voice as you could manage while still keeping it soft.  

“Dean,” you whispered again, laughing a bit when you saw him stir from his slumber.  “Dean, wake up, I made you pancakes.”

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