Dean x reader one shot - Dean loves to give you a hard time, and one night he pushes things a little too far…
Word count: 2293
No warnings, unless you consider a wet t-shirt contest tag-worthy (I have no idea where that came from, I think my muse was drunk…)
Flashback in italics
You sit in the booth, Dean’s arm draped over your shoulder as you lean into his chest, your legs up on the seat, beer in hand. Sam slides back into the seat across from you, answering your smile with one of his own.
a good night, things have evened out for a bit, and you’re all
feeling relaxed, almost contented. Sam’s new ‘friend’ had just left,
saying she had to work the next day. You’re enjoying hanging with the
boys, drinking a few beers. You watch the college kids, early
twenties at the most, playing the same games you all used to play,
trying to hook up, make some kind of connection.
let out a happy sigh, looking up at Dean as he watches them, too, a
kind of distant smile on his face.
you ask, and he looks down at you, his smile turning a little
was just remembering the night… well, the night you opened my
eyes.” You blush a little, ducking your head in a vain attempt to
hide the amusement curving your lips, and he raises an eyebrow at
you, letting loose with a stunning grin. You bump him in the belly
with your elbow, and Sam stares at you with a curious gleam in his
now I want to hear this story.”
blush a shade darker, and Dean looks at you, asking without asking.
“Oh, go ahead. You’re dying to tell it.”
Sammy, picture back a few years, a few months after we met Y/N…”
You listen as Dean talks, letting your memories wash over you.