The Name Game
This is ridiculous, not gonna lie. Just a little Dean drabble that came to mind last night, when I was exhausted, and I literally gave myself the giggles. So imagine that Dean x reader are just as exhausted, and that things are just as stupid funny to them as they were to me when my mind came up with this…
I’m so sorry :D
You feel the mattress give as he crawls beneath the covers, and you smile, still mostly asleep. He’s home. He’s safe.
He’s warm and
solid behind you, one arm sneaking its way under your arm, angling up
across your body to your shoulder as he spoons up close behind you. A
contented sigh ruffles your hair a little as he drops a kiss to your
head. “Glad you’re home,” you murmur, and he gives you a
sweetheart,” he says, and you love the way his voice makes his
chest rumble against you. Something else is nudging against you, too,
and you can’t help smiling.
“Seems like Little
Dean is happy to see me, too,” you tease, and he chuckles.
“You know, I’ve
been meaning to talk to you about that,” he says, his voice rich
and lazy, sleepy.
“You always call
him Little Dean. Hurts his feelings.”
You giggle softly.
“I mean he’s little compared to – your whole self. You doof.”
“Well, he thinks
he deserves a better name. Something a little more – impressive.”
You turn to your
back, the silly grin on your face matching the one on his. “Oh,
really. Well, does he have any suggestions?”
enlighten me.” Dean’s eyes are shining with amusement, that fourteen-year-old self inside him that loves to be naughty is
just dying to come out and play, and you love that side of him.
“Well, he gave me
a list. Are you ready?”
sputter, almost giggling already.
“Well, these are
pretty – meh, if you ask me, but – The Boss. The Sniper Rifle.
The Specialist. Master Blaster. The Wench Wrench. But he’d prefer
one of the top two.”
You almost choke
trying to contain your laughter, you can barely speak. “Please,
tell me the top picks. I can’t wait.”
Dean turns to his
side to face you, both of you barely containing yourselves. Dean
starts talking twice before he manages to stifle his laughter enough
to continue. “Okay. Brace yourself. His favorites are: Mr. Happy
explosion of giggles spews out between your lips, and you clamp them
shut as your body shakes with laughter. Your voice is high-pitched
and forced as you ask, “And? The other one?”
Dean’s entire face
is twitching with the effort to contain himself, and you keep letting
out little whines, laughter that is leaking out despite your efforts
to stifle it for just one more minute.
ready for this?”
“The Jackhammer of
both done. Neither of you has laughed this hard in – well, you
can’t remember when. There are tears streaming down your face, your
stomach aches, and still you can’t stop. And hearing Dean laugh
like this, well – this is the best.
You both finally
calm down, panting for breath, an occasional giggle starting you up
again for a few moments here and there. Dean pulls you close for a
kiss, your lips smiling against his. “So – what’s the verdict?”
he asks, and you look into his eyes, still shining with mirth.
“Oh, I’m sorry –
but I’m gonna have to sleep on that one.”
He pulls you close,
letting out a big, exhausted sigh. “Fair enough. But I’m pretty
sure he’s gonna be expecting an answer in the morning.”