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 being jealous of your crush on Bucky.
“Really.” was your only short reply and Dean rolled his eyes at you. You had become used to this and had answered this very same short question numerous times, so by now you weren’t surprised at the annoyance in Dean’s voice.
“Haven’t you gotten sick and tired of that freaking movie or something?”
“Tired of watching the Captain America movies?” you laughed “Hell no!” you grinned and it only got bigger when you caught sight of Bucky in the screen.
“You’ve watched it like a million times (Y/n)!” he exclaimed, plopping down next to you on the couch “I mean I practically know what the fucking lines and I don’t even like the- Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
“Hm? Oh” you chuckled “No, not so much sorry.”
“Why th-” he started speaking but immediately his face fell and he groaned “Really?!” he groaned and you mumbled a simple ‘Really’. Maybe it was a reflex after all.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” he asked in a disgusted but mostly annoyed voice and your raised an eyebrow, finally looking at him because, well, Bucky wasn’t in the screen at that specific moment.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s that dude (Y/n)! Again!” he explained, motioning to the screen with wide eyes – fact that made you snicker for a moment because this was so unlike him “I don’t get what the hell do you find in him?!”
“Find in who, Dean?” you chuckled “And why are you acting this weird?”
“It’s because I don’t freaking get why the hell you lucky that freaking dude so much (Y/n)!” he exclaimed and you giggled.
“His name is Bucky, Dean. It’s simple.” you chuckled and he made a face.
“Yeah simple.” he scoffed “What’s not simple is your stupid crush over him!”
“Dean, we are not really going to discus my feelings over him- especially when you know I could go on for hours to no end. If I love him why should you-”
“You what?!” he exclaimed, jumping in his seat in a way that you’d think he was straight out of some cartoon and that made you laugh at him.
“Oh no don’t you fucking tell me to relax. You can’t seriously love him (Y/n)!” his voice raised an octave and you rolled your eyes.
“And what if I do? What problem would there be with that? And what problem would you have with that, Dean huh?” you raised an eyebrow, smirking when you saw his body stiffen.
“I- I- no- I’m not- I mean I am- but not- not like that- and you know we are- I am- What?!” he squeaked out his eyes impossible wide and his cheeks bright red as he shifted away from you quiet uncomfortably “No, (Y/n) I- I got no problem it’s just we- I- He’s the bad guy!” he ended up exclaiming, his voice squeaky in a way that made you giggle.
“He was brainwashed!” you shrieked, yet another reflex as it seems because you always defended him no matter what “It wasn’t his fault! He wasn’t himself!”
“See! That’s exactly what I’m talking about!” you motioned at you with raised eyebrows “You defend him faster than you defend your own self when needed! That’s- that’s not- not healthy!”
“Look Dean I don’t judge your love for your car, ok? Let me be too.” you huffed and he scoffed.
“At least my car is better looking than- than that douche!” he made a face “And what the fuck is wrong with his hair!? Did he mind-meld with Sam or something?” he scoffed and you rolled your eyes.
“Alright, first; that’s your brother you’re talking about! And two; your car is an object but Bucky- do you even see him?! I’m sorry but I don’t know what you do with your car but personally I wanna shower that man with kisses!”
He made a gagging noise “(Y/n), enough stop please. I can’t seriously believe you! I mean- what the heck is that special about him anyway?!”
“Told you I can keep going for hours about that, Dean-o.” you chuckled as he scoffed “But honestly- you have no reason to be jealous of him. I mean maybe besides the glorious hair-” you shrugged but saw how his eyebrows shot up.
“J-jealous?” his voice raised an octave “I’m- I’m not jealous, (Y/n). Who should I be jealous of?” he laughed nervously “Of- of- the boy that had a metal arm with- with a freaking star on it?!”
“Still, hot as hell.” you shrugged and he rolled his eyes.
“Of course, Dean, of course.” you sighed “Just as much as you are not jealous.”
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.
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.
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?”