Perspective: Dean x reader
Genre: one shot | fluff
Word count: 1664
I paced back and forth in the Bunker’s library.
“What do you mean Dean doesn’t remember anything?” I asked, my phone pressed to my ear.
“I don’t know how it happened, but Dean was cursed and how he’s slowly forgetting everything.” The masculine voice said back to me.
“Sam, how could this happen? You were supposed to protect him.” Anger clearly coming out in my voice as I pull a chair out to sit in. “Wait, he’s forgetting everything? As in…”
“Yeah, everything, as in you too.” Sam’s voice had turned to sympathy.
“Alright. Where are you? I’m heading out.” You said, standing back up and making your way to the room that you shared with Dean.
“No, no, no. You’re not coming. I’ve got it covered. I’ll take care of it.” Sam pleaded with you.
“Sammy, the man I love is slowly losing his memory of everything, including me, and you really expect me to just sit at home?” I grabbed the duffle bag that I always had packed in case of an emergency.
“It’s ok. I’ve already called in reinforcements and they are on their way. Don’t stress yourself.”
“And who, may I ask, did you call?” you threw the bag on your bed.
“Um, Rowena.” He mumbled.
“Come again?” you shot your head up, hoping Sam didn’t really say the name that you thought he had.
“Rowena.” He stated louder, knowing all too well how mad that would make you.
“Alright, that’s it. I’m leaving now.” You spoke back, grabbing the last of the items you needed.
“Ok, well since there’s no way that I can get you to not come, please just be safe ok?” Sam turned to look at his brother who was sitting on the hotel bed, watching cartoons.
“I always am.” You stated before hanging up and heading to the bathroom one more time before you left. You looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing that if you thought about it too much that you would start crying. You then placed a hand on the small bump that was becoming more visible.
“Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to be just fine.”
You rolled up to the dingy hotel, the Impala sitting in front of the room the boys were most likely staying in. You parked and knocked on the door. Sam opened it and you could see that their other guest had already arrived as well.
“Oh good, looks like the witch is here.” You smiled sarcastically.
“Oh look, the pregnant one is here, too. You know, Sammy, you’re not being a very good uncle letting her be in harm’s way.” Rowena shot back. You two had never liked each other. I rolled my eyes and looked up to Sam.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Bathroom.” He responded and you turned to the sink to grab a glass of water. You heard the bathroom door open and you took a deep breath.
“Hope I didn’t miss anything too big.” Dean looked over at Sam and Rowena with that devilish grin that you fell in love with. Before you could move his eyes landed on you.
“Woah, hey who’s she?” Dean asked Sam, his eyes moving between the two of you.
“Dean, this is Y/n. She’s here to help us.” Sam spoke reassuringly. Dean nodded with a smile before his eyes caught the bump that you had done your best to hide.
“Are you sure this is safe in your… state? I mean, no disrespect but Sam made this sound really dangerous. I wouldn’t want anything to happen just because of me.” Dean gave you a small smile.
“I’ll be ok.” You smiled back at him.
“Alright, well, I am going to head out to the house, try and find the spell book to get this curse broken.” Sam nodded to everyone.
“I need to go on a quick supply run to grab the remaining ingredients needed for a spell like this. I assure you two will be just fine?” Rowena smirked at you and you glared back. The two of them left, shutting the door behind them. You and Dean exchanged small smiles between each other before you made your ways to separate beds, sitting down to continue watching the cartoons.
Over the course of three episodes of Scooby Do, you had gotten up to use the restroom five times. This baby loved sitting on your bladder. You exited the bathroom the last time and headed to the kitchenette area to fill up your glass of water.
“Do you want some?” You instinctively asked Dean.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll take some.” He replied. You filled up a glass for him as well and walked over to hand it to him. He took the glass with a smile, took a sip and set the glass down on the table next to him. Without thinking, you sat your glass down next to his and sat down in the small space between him and end of the bed.
“Um…” Dean spoke behind you before you realized that he didn’t remember who you were. You shot back up and quickly sat back down on the other bed.
“Sorry. Uh, must be pregnancy brain.” You blushed, trying to chuckle it off. Dean just nodded and gave you a smile. The two of you went back to the cartoons.
“How far along are you?” Dean’s voice asked you after a few minutes of nothing but the TV playing.
“Oh, I’m 24 weeks as of yesterday.” You looked over at him.
“You look beautiful.” He replied before he realized what he had said. “I mean, you’re glowing. That’s what they call it right? Not that you aren’t beautiful, because you are. Wait, I’m sorry. That’s really forward and uh….” He was struggling to come back from the words he had said but all you could do was laugh.
“You’re ok, Dean. Thank you.” You smiled over at him and he smiled back.
“Can I ask you something?” His eyes turned to serious.
“Of course.” You nodded back at him.
“Why are you here? I mean, not that I don’t think that you’d be competent to help, but I know that if that was my baby, I’d want you to be as far away from this as possible.” His eyes were worried.
“Well, Sam had called and I felt that I needed to be here.” You smiled over to him.
“I take it we are friends.” He says, looking at his hands.
“Something like that.” You chuckled.
“Well, if your man knew where you were he’d be pretty mad that you’re not somewhere safe.” He spoke to you.
“Trust me, if he knew, he’d be pissed. And Sam would probably have been punched a time or two.” You chucked and then felt a kick on your side, your hands instantly going to the spot.
“Sorry, this little one is pretty active lately.” You smile halfheartedly over to Dean.
“Can I… Can I feel?” He looked over at you, his eyes sincere. You nodded back, adjusting your position so he could feel it better. Dean placed his and on your belly and you moved it to the direct spot you had felt the kick. His face lit up when you felt the baby kick again.
“I’ve always wanted kids. Maybe after all this mess is over, I’ll settle down and find the right girl.” He smiled at you, his hand still on your stomach. You starred up at him, smiling to yourself. You knew that this was a rarity with him and you were going to soak it up as much as you could. Your phone rang, breaking the silence between the two of you.
“Hey. Rowena is on her way to get Dean. We are ready.” Was all Sam said.
You paced back and forth. It had been three hours since Dean had left with Rowena and you had yet to get even a phone call on if it worked or not. With your phone in your hand, every situation and scenario ran through your brain. You tried to blink the bad ones out of your head. You were sure it was just taking longer than they had anticipated. It didn’t take much longer after that you heard the slow rumble of the Impala pull into the parking lot.
The doors of the car opened and shut, small mumbles were heard. Finally, Sam opened the door. His eyes met yours and you could tell that the fight was a hard one. He had a bruised eye and swollen lip along with blood that you didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s splattered across his shirt. Next, Rowena walked in. As much as you didn’t like her, you hated seeing others get hurt at your expense. She didn’t look as bad as Sam did but you could tell that bruising was starting to form on her neck. She gave you a sympathetic smile before moving out of the way of the door.
Then there was Dean.
He stood there, his back against the door. He looked over at you, calmness on his face. You were trying to read him. Was he fixed? Did he remember who you were? You moved closer to him, wishing for some hint that your Dean was back.
“Dean?” you whispered, stopping a few feet short of him. He looked down at you, your eyes locking onto each other. Before you knew it, he had closed the distance between the two of you and his lips had captured yours. He finally pulled away so that you could catch your breath.
“I’m so sorry for forgetting you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours.
“It’s ok, you just owe me.” You chuckled and he smiled back.
“And don’t think that just because you found a way to break the curse means you’re off the hook, Sam.” He turned to face his brother, giving him a wink before placing a hand on your stomach.
Imagine Dean telling you how he always makes things worse and how he hates himself for doing that and you telling him that everyones scews things a little sometimes and how he is one of the bravest and smartest people you know.
You drum your fingers on the window seal, huffing as yet another prince tries to climb up the tower. He slides down, holding a finger up to you. He has to be fifty. Grey hair. Not even close to being your type.
“I don’t need help,” you yell down at him, making him pause. “I’m…I’m ok up here. I have food and water and a mirror.”
“But what will you do without a man?” he yells back, sounding sincerely curious. You gape your mouth, rolling your eyes and stepping away from the window. “Fair maiden?”
You lay in bed, closing your eyes and praying that princes would stop coming.
You frown as you feel heat near your face, crinkling your nose and opening your eyes. Just as you do, a spoon is shoved in your mouth. You scream and scurry back on your bed. Golden eyes; embers building in his throat. A dragon. Why is there a dragon in your room?
“Mornin’,” he says. Shrugging, he shovels a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “You’re right. This is gross.”
“Don’t kill me!” You squeak. He stares down at the bowl, biting his lip.
“Needs salt. Pepper. Seasonings, why the hell didn’t I season it?” he grumbles. You watch as he walks to your cooking pot. He opens a cabinet you didn’t even know you had, taking an assortment of jars down and seasoning his rice. Leaning down, the dragon blows a small breath of fire on the pot, making the rice steam. He grabs a second bowl and fills it, sinking back next to you and stirring it with a spoon. “Open,” he says. You frown, opening your mouth and allowing him to feed you. “Good?”
“Uh..yeah..thanks,” you say, shifting in your place. He tries some for himself, smiling at the bowl.
Prompt: Dean has been gone for a week on an extremely intense case. You had expected him to take a long time on the case but what you didn’t expect was how much it would take out of him emotionally. When he returns to you, you have the task of pulling him back to reality from the most recent hell he has been through.
Warnings: Breif descriptions of intense events??? And then fluff fluff mcfluffers fluff
Word Count: 1,357
Song: Hold Onto Me by Mayday Parade
You lay on your side of the bed facing the door. You would be facing Dean if he were there, but you see nothing but the fluorescent blue light of the digital clock on the bedside table. It reads 2:47 A.M. in the glowing light and you sigh. Dean had told you the case was looking rough and he didn’t know when he would be back, but he assured you it wouldn’t be more than a week. You couldn’t help but worry about him, knowing that he was going to fight some monster that probably came from some ancient myth?! It worried you to say the least.
Sam and Cas often asked you why you out up with Deans antics. His attitude, his drinking, the way he bottled his feelings and the way he would just leave for hours some nights. That resulted in you telling them that there were parts of Dean that allowed you to see the real man that was underneath all his antics. He had allowed you to see all you needed to see, to fall in love with someone who didn’t think he could be loved.
You stare at the clock until it changes to 3:00 even and then you give in and attempt to sleep. Clutching Deans pillow to your face you breath in the scent of him and sigh. You feel yourself drifting into slumber when you see the headlights shine through the window. The sight jolts you upright and slip out of bed softly and walk to the door of your room. Deans flannel hangs on your body and falls to your mid thigh. You always slept in his shirts while he was away and he never opposed it. He loved when you would wear his clothes around him and he loved seeing how happy they made you.
You make your way down the hallway as quietly as possible, just in case, for some terrible reason, it isn’t your boyfriend that just walked into your house. You quietly poke your head around the corner and a smile plays its way onto your face. You know his stature and the way he closes the door with his foot. He flips on the lights for the living room and jumps slightly when you come around the corner. You gasp slightly at his state.
“Dean! Dear God, what happened to you?!” you ask as you walk over to him. The urge to wrap yourself around him and breathe him in, in the longest hug you have ever given is so strong. You hold yourself back as to not hurt him anymore than he already is.
“I’m fine now, come here.” He says quietly. He pulls you to him and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He smells just as his pillow does and it comforts you to no end.
“Dean I have to get you cleaned up, c'mon.” You say attempting to push away from him. He says nothing but tightens his grip on you.
“Dean please, let me take care of you, please?” You ask rubbing his back. His grip losens on you and you step back and take his hand. You lead him to the kitchen table and pull out a chair for him to sit on. You walk into the kitchen and pull out the first-aid kit. Walking back to Dean you notice he hasn’t taken his eyes off of one spot on the floor.
“Dean?” You ask. His eyes don’t move from the floor and you kneel in front of him taking the peroxide out and dabbing it onto the cotton cloth. You wipe it over the largest cut on his arm and then wrap gauze around it. His eyes are still trained on the floor next to you. You set the items down and reach up to force Dean to face you.
“Dean, look at me.” You say holding his face to look at yours. His eyes are glazed over with what seems to be tears. His states into your eyes for a moment and then searches your face. You swallow the lump forming in your throat. “What. Happened?”
“It got in my head Y/N. All it did was show me all the ways it could possibly conjure up in its sick little mind to kill you. Sam had left for more beer and to get another copy of some book he lost. It snuck in through the vent and messed with my head. I didn’t know what to expect when I got back. I didn’t know if it was real or not….I didn’t know if I would come back and get to hold you again…or if I would have to see another person I love dead.” He said. Tears slowly begin to fall down his cheeks and they well in your eyes as well.
“I’m right here.” You say wiping tears from his face. He nods and sighs holding onto your wrists. You pull yourself up to his lips and plant yours softly on them. After breaking away from him, you proceed to clean the rest of his cuts. Once you’re finished he stands and follows you into the kitchen. You turn and Dean looks down at you. He slowly lifts the flannel you’re wearing only enough to expose your stomach. His eyes close and he leans his head back slightly pulling you into his embrace again.
“I’m fine Dean. I promise. The only pain I felt while you were gone was the hurt of not being with you. Thats all. Well, I might have stubbed my toe once but other than that.” You joke. He smiles slightly before lifting you in his arms. You smile and lean your head on his shoulder.
He lays you down on the bed before sitting down and taking off his boots and jeans. He is left in his boxers and a dirty flannel similar to the clean one you’re wearing. He unbuttons the shirt and tosses it toward the hamper at the other side of the room. He lays down in his spot on the bed and turns to face you.
“I know we have problems, I know we fight, and I know I’m not the best person in the world.” He starts.
“Dean.” You say. He shakes his head and puts a finger to your lips.
“But I want you to know that I would be nothing without you. You’ve allowed me to come to terms with who I am and who I was. I’ve fallen so in love with you that even the thought of you hurting KILLS me inside. I spent the whole drive back hoping with everything that I had, that I wouldn’t come home to a dead body somewhere in this house. That I wouldn’t come home to your dead body. When I saw you come around the corner, everything fell into place again. I was okay, everything was okay, because you were okay. After all of that, the only thing I wanted was to be able to hold you in my arms, and now I can, and that makes everything right again.” Dean rambles. His hand brushes against your cheek and you stare into his deep eyes. You pull him to you and kiss him deeply.
“I love you. My god do I love you.” You laugh. He smiles and kisses your nose lightly.
“I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you Y/N. I didn’t know what love was until I found you. I didn’t have a home until I found you. You’re literally everything to me. If something ever were to hurt you-” Dean starts. You shake your head cutting him off.
“Nothing is going to hurt me. Not when I’ve got all of this, and you, to live for. A fight with me will be a fight they won’t win.” You say. He smiles and kisses you deeply one last time before you two fall into a deep sleep, ridding yourselves of the emotional downs the past hours had brought.
I’m not as confident about this one as I am about my other ones so far, so I’m sorry if its shit
A little something inspired by the art of ask-tinycas, an adorable blog where Castiel has been miniaturized after a fight with a Trickster. I may not ship Destiel, but I love your art; keep up the good work!
love! May I request a deanxpregnant!reader where it’s all fluffy,&
protective daddy!dean? But they fight, he leaves& reader has to
go to the hospital bc she’s not feeling well& he runs back to her
apologetic? But all’s well at the end. Thanks!xx
“You know sometimes you’re just infuriating.” you growled at the hunter, crossing your arms over your chest as he only mocked you.
“So I am infuriating because I want you to protect you huh?” he scoffed and you glared at him.
“You call keeping me inside the bunker 24/7 is suddenly called protecting me?!” you shrieked and he shrugged.
“Is it not?” he raised an eyebrow so calm it got you all the more angry.
“Hell no it isn’t, Dean!” you growled “I can’t even remember the last time I didn’t have to sneak my way out of here after I got pregnant because you are so freaking scared of something happening to me?! Hell the last time I got out was just to go to the market and that happened because Sam was here and not you. And when you found out, you sent Cas after me!”
He rolled his eyes “Is it suddenly that bad of me to want to make sure my child is safe?”
“Our child Dean! It’s our child, and I am just as responsible for it as you are. Do you think I’d ever want anything to happen to it?” you couldn’t stop yourself from creaming at him and he let out a small growl, pushing his chair back roughly.
“Is that so? So how is you jumping in the way to save me, risking both of yours lives, for me?” he growled and if it had been anybody else they would have taken a step back at how scary Dean looked at that moment.
“So that’s what all of this is about? That vampire?”