Christmas Drabble #8
Request: For the Christmas imagines, can you do a DeanxReader with numbers 6,7,&14?
Pairing: Dean x rader
6- “What do you mean I have one more present….oh….”
7- “Ya know, this Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”
14- “Well, when I said we should get some stockings, this isn’t what I had in mind.”
“Dean, I got your note,” you said, walking down the hall. “What do you mean I have one more present…oh…” you said, coming to stop at the entry to the kitchen. Or the kitchen that was hidden under the layer of flour, smattering of cookie dough and smeared frosting.
“I tried to surprise you,” said Dean, more in shock than anything else. He saw your gaze go wide as you saw he’d somehow dropped a whole carton of eggs all over the floor. “Ya know,” he said, brining your attention back to him and his frosting covered cheek, “This Christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”
“Get in the shower and wait in our room while I clean this up,” you said, voice more stern than you meant. Dean didn’t even argue as he slumped out of the kitchen. You grabbed Cas from the library and after a little coaxing, he snapped his fingers and cleaned everything up.
“He made quite a large mess,” said Cas, returning to the library as you headed towards your room. “One might say he was trying to impress you.”
“You make such a good wing man,” you chuckled, Cas looking pleased with himself. “I think I’ll go try to return the favor and impress him.”
Dean obviously wasn’t prepared for you to be in the room. All he had on was his towel around his waist. Then again, you didn’t have much on yourself.
“Well, when I said we should get some stockings, this isn’t what I had in mind,” said Dean, averting his eyes from your legs. You had to fight from rolling your eyes before your rolled them down and tossed them at him.
“You can hang them up if you like,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Now get in bed.”
“Why aren’t I in trouble?” asked Dean, taking a step closer but not laying down.
“You tried to do something nice,” you said. “It’s the thought that counts. I want to do something nice for you too if you’ll let me.”
“You want to…oh you want to…Y/N that’s…that’s…” said Dean, practically radiating with excitement.
“Get in the bed Dean. Don’t make me ask again,” you said, raising an eyebrow and seeing him quickly fall in line.
“Didn’t know I was getting my present early,” said Dean, letting you manhandle him so he was on his back, stretched out beneath you, towel discarded on the floor.
“You’re not the only one getting their present early,” you said with a wink, leaning down to tease him with a kiss before pulling away. Dean groaned as you chuckled. You were definitely going to enjoy this.
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