Our Version of Okay
MOC!Dean x Reader
Sometimes you have to make your own rules as you go.
A/N: Not quite sure where this came from, but I’ve been watching season 10 and I guess this is how I picture Dean being comforted with the Mark. Hope you like! (tags are under the cut)
Warnings: none…I don’t even think I swore (which is a miracle). Not beta’d so if there are mess ups they’re mine.
Words: 500 on the nose! (I drabbled again whaaaaat?!)
He was gone again, or more likely he’d never come to bed. You couldn’t remember how many times this had happened in the months since Dean had taken on the Mark. At first, you tried to push him to rest, to attempt taking care of himself even a little. With the Mark that worked even less than it did before. Now you just let him be, and took extra care of him while you were awake.
Still, after so long of being with him, sleeping without Dean was hard. Even moreso now that you had him back after he was cured. Throwing on Dean’s robe and a pair of slippers to protect your feet from the cold floors you snuck through the Bunker to check on him.
He was exactly where you expected to see him. Sitting at a library table surrounded by lore. The only light on was a single table lamp. The ever present glass of whiskey in his hand.
Staying quiet to not draw any attention to yourself, you made your to the kitchen.
Dean didn’t look up until you grabbed the whiskey out of his grip. You said nothing, just set a plate with a sandwich and slice of pie on top of one of the many books and held a bottle of water out to him.
Kissing his cheek when he grabbed it, you turned and went back to bed.
Dean came in just as you were drifting back to sleep. You didn’t need to turn and look, you felt his side of the bed dip when he sat to take his boots off. Once he was undressed he slid into the bed.
Molding himself to you, he placed his arm around your waist and a whisper of a kiss on your bare shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed.
You didn’t say anything at first, just pulled him impossibly closer to you. Once you felt his body relax a fraction you spoke.
“Don’t be sorry. I know finding a way to get rid of the Mark is important, but so are you.” guiding his hand to your lips you left a lingering kiss on his palm. “I just want you to be okay.”
“I don’t even know what okay is anymore.”
You let silence surround the two of you once again until his breathing evened out.
“Dean. What are you thinking about right now? Not five minutes ago, this exact moment.”
“How much I love this. Just being in bed, holding you. How when I’m this close I can smell the lotion you put on before bed when you’re at home. And how it’s different than the stuff you use when we’re on the road.”
His voice started getting heavy, and you smiled because you knew he was finally close to sleep.
“So, no Mark?”
Dean took a deep breath before answering you.
“No. No Mark.”
“Well for now at least, that’s going to be our okay. We’ll just figure out the rest as it comes.”