Request for: @no-heroes-are-coming
Pairing: Reader x Dean
Word Count: 487
Sorry it’s a little late!
You rang the doorbell to Bobby’s house, excited to celebrate Christmas with a few people that had become your second family. Over the years, celebrating Christmas the day after with Bobby and the Winchesters had become your favorite part of the holidays. More importantly, it was the one day of the year that you knew you would see Dean.
Dean was your childhood best friend. Your parents became close friends when they met on a hunt and ever since then you were sucked into their small family. The rest, well, the rest is history.
Sam opened the door with a smile on his face as he pulled you into a warm hug. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas, Sammy.” You greeted, walking into Bobby’s house ready to start the celebration. “How have you guys been?”
“Dean’s fine.” Sam lightly nudged your shoulder. “Still single.”
You rolled your eyes and blushed lightly. Sam was the only person that knew about your crush on Dean, and he liked to rub it in. “How are you, Sammy?”
“Fine.” Sam dismissed your question. “I’ll be much better when you and Dean finally get together.”
“You have a serious problem.” You told Sam, playfully nudging his side.
“Yeah, well.” Sam began, stopping mid-sentence and starting a new topic. “I actually have something for you. Wait right here.”
Sam all but dragged you over to the doorway separating the living room and the library and walked off. You tilted your head in confusion, but said nothing and stood there silently.
A few minutes later, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist. “Hey, Y/N. Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas, Dean.” You hugged your favorite Winchester back, feeling butterflies dance in your stomach.
“Guys.” Sam cleared his throat and pointed up with a wicked grin stretching from ear to ear. “I’m pretty sure that’s mistletoe. And I’m pretty sure you’re standing directly under it.”
Dean pulled back slightly, still keeping his hands around your waist and shot his brother daggers. “Sammy!”
Sam ran away giggling and shouted behind him, “You’re welcome!”
Dean turned back to face you with a slight pink tint to his cheeks. “Mistletoe is mistletoe.”
You smiled. “It’s part of the Christmas spirit.”
Dean leaned in slowly, pressing his lips to yours gently. You wrapped your hands around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair as Dean pulled you flush against him. When you were both out of breath, you pulled away at a loss for words.
A sly smirk ghosted Dean’s face as he pulled both of you out from under the mistletoe and then back again. “I guess we’re going to have to kiss again.”
“I guess so.” You reconnected your lips, deepening the kiss.
“I hope you know that I’m taking you on a proper date after this.” Dean muttered in between kisses.
You smiled into the kiss. “I’m looking forward to it.”