moose hunter

Am I still dreaming?

Pairing: Dean x Chubby Reader

Word count: 1,004

Summary: You and the boys just come back from a hard hunt and have to share a room, something that you really don’t want to do.

Warning: just a little self hate

You all walked into the motel exhausted.
“That hunt must of been the hardest I have ever done.” You exclaimed, stopping when you realized that there were only two beds.
You looked over at Sam and He understood what you were trying to say.
“I’ll go and check to see if they have any other rooms for Y/N.”
“Sorry bro, already done. Sorry sweetheart but you’ll have to stay here for now.” Dean winked at you and walked off to take a shower.
You rushed over to Sam. “ Sam I can’t stay in this room. How about if I do it again?!”
Sam laughed, recalling how he heard you a few weeks ago calling out Dean’s name in your sleep.
“Not funny, Dean probably thinks I’m weird and fat. I don’t need to complicate things if he finds out.”
Sam glared at you. “ Y/N.. I hope you know that you are none of those things. You are beautiful and I can assure you if you just told-”
“No Sam. I know how it will end. I’d rather be his friend than nothing at all.”
“But Y/N-” Sam was cut off by Dean coming of the shower with only a towel around his waist.
“What are you nerds talking about?”
He walked over to a bed that he threw his bag on and started to go through it, taking out some clothes to change into as you watched the water drip off of the back of his neck.
Something that he didn’t see but the other Winchester obviously did.
You turned your gaze away, cheeks turning a bright red.
“So.. Umm who is taking the couch?”
You looked at it with such disgust, you thought it could disappear.
“What? No. No one is taking the couch. You can sleep with one of us.”
Dean pointed in between him and Sam.
“Wait.. How is that fair? Why can’t you two sleep in the same bed and I get one alone?” You were quite terrified that the one you would sleep with would feel the fat that rolled on your stomach. It wasn’t that visible through your baggy shirts but it would be if it touched them.
“Sweetheart, I think you and I both know that me and Sammy the moose here can’t share a king sized bed, let alone this little thing.” Green orbs staring at you. You couldn’t help but nod.
“Okay then, which one will you take?” Dean said with such confidence, you didn’t have the heart to say that you couldn’t sleep next to him.
“I’ll sleep with Sam, if that’s alright.”
Dean looked disappointed but that’s what you wanted to see… Right?
“Sorry Y/N, I can’t. This bed is small enough with just me. Guess you’ll be with Dean.”
Sam gave you a innocent look that you were dying to wipe off his face.
“It’s settled then. Choose which side you’d like.” Dean smirked before leaning in closer. “I’m a bit of a cuddler… Hope you don’t mind.”
As if your cheeks weren’t red enough. You walked in the bathroom to change so you could sleep. Or at least try to. You had major doubts that you would even keep you breathing at a normal state with Dean right next to you.
Changing into some sweat pants and a t shirt. You couldn’t help but see what might happen if you actually fell asleep.
Would you say his name in your sleep?
Would he touch the fat that you hated so much?
Would he be so disgusted with either that he would never talk to you again?
You made your way out of the washroom and into the bed. Both Winchesters were already in bed with Dean facing away from you and Sam reading a book on his very spacious bed. He smiled devilishly as you walked past him, not looking at him you gave him the finger. He laughed quietly, returning back to him book.
Turning off the light, Sam settled back in his bed.
You climbed into the bed that Dean was in as quietly as you possibly could. You settled to your right side. Opposite of Dean. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his soothing breathing. I’m not sleeping any time soon, you thought. But against you will. Your eyes closed and you fell into a deep slumber.

The sun somehow escaped the curtains and fell on your face. You opened your eyes only to be met with beautiful green ones.
“Morning beautiful.” Dean smiled as he pushed a stray hair behind your ear.
You were dreaming… This was a dream. It could not be real. This isn’t happening.
“Morning.” You said shakily. “Am I still dreaming?” You thought.
Dean chuckled, making you realize that you just said that out loud.
“No sweetheart. But Sometimes dreams come true.”
You sat up suddenly. This isn’t real, you kept repeating in your head.
“Y/N, are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry. I just thought you felt the same way because I heard you say something in your sleep but I must have been wrong.” He sat up and You looked Dean in the eye. “Dean I really like you. What you thought is true. But how, in the world, would you feel the same way?”
“Are you kidding me Y/N? You are so beautiful and smart. You are so focused and a great hunter. You love Sammy like he’s your own brother. You are so amazing. Tell me you are just messing with me because there is no way that you could ever assume that I wouldn’t fall for you like I already have.”
To say You were stunned, would be the biggest understatement of the year.
“Dean-” you began before Sam came into the motel, sweating with a card in his hand.
“So get this.. I was out running when I saw this-” He looked over at you two confused but slightly excited.
“Wait.. What did I miss?”

What it means to be a member of the Supernatural fandom...
  • 1. Tuesdays are to be feared.
  • 2. Wednesdays are to be loved.
  • 3. Your dream car is a black '67 Impala
  • 4. Burgers and fries are a meal that can be eaten all the time
  • 5. Ceiling fires.
  • 6. Classic rock is your jam.
  • 7. PIE.
  • 8. Both angels and demons are to be killed on site. Unless they're wearing a trench coat and have intoxicating blue eyes.
  • 9. 'Hunter' means something completely different now.
  • 10. Everyone could be a Nightshifter
  • 11. Bow legs are adorable.
  • 12. MOOSE!
  • 13. Lucifer is actually a pretty cool guy now.
  • 14. Balls. Assbutt. Jerk. Bitch.
  • 15. And of course, your motto is: Saving people, hunting things, the family business.

Even Deanmon still remembers the pain when Sam didn’t search out for him when he’s in purgatory….and he shared it with his new ’bitch


For a-girl-interupted who requested more Crowley imagines.

“Look who is it, Moose and Mrs. Moose” Crowley grinned as you and Sam made your way towards him. “That would only work if we were married Crowley” you said, rolling your eyes as you folded your arms. “Well then you better hurry up and get married because I’m not changing the nickname”