I Want You Back
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Thinking the boys are out, you jump in the shower and sing your heart out. But little do you know, Dean’s back, and he hears you.
A/N: Based on this song!
“Later!” You nearly push the guys out the door as they head out for groceries.
It was very rare that you get a moment alone, and you were really looking forward to having the motel room all to yourself for a bit.
“See ya lat-” You slam the door, cutting Dean off.
Sam and Dean look at each other, confused by your actions, but shrug it off and jump in the Impala.
You watch from the window as the boys drive off and do a little happy dance once they’re finally out of sight.
You love having the boys around, but sometimes you missed having time to yourself. The three of you ate together, slept together, hunted together, and drank together. There was hardly anything you didn’t do together.
So the chance to have the room to yourself while you showered would be golden. You didn’t have to worry about the boys bothering you about using all the hot water, and more importantly, you would be able to sing as loud as you wanted.
You loved to sing, but you were never really good, so you always kept it to yourself. Whenever the boys were around, you would softly hum, but you’ve never sang around them before, and you never planned too.
You run into the bathroom and turn the shower on. You love hot showers. Not warm, but hot. Dean can’t believe you can stand being under that temperature comfortably for so long, but you loved the heat.
Once the room was nice and steamy, you stripe down and jump into the shower.
As you pull the shower curtain closed, the motel room door opens and Dean walks back inside, cursing himself for forgetting his wallet.
As he grabs his wallet from the table, he stops suddenly.
“When I had you to myself, I didn’t want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd. Someone picked you from the bunch, one glance was all it took. Now it’s much too late for me to take a second look.”
You sing as you rub shampoo through your hair, shimming your body along to the beat.
Dean creeps closer to the bathroom door as some steam escaped from the bottom crack.
He had never heard you sing before. He’s heard you hum along to his songs in the car, and would catch you mouthing the words occasionally, but you never sang.
He never bothered to question it, since he had never given it much thought, but now, actually hearing you sing, he suddenly couldn’t figure out why you never would. You were good. Maybe not Mariah Carey good, but damn, you could hit those notes.
“Oh baby give me one more chance. Won’t you please let me back in your heart. Oh darling I was blind to let you go. Now since I’ve seen you in his arms. Oh I do now, yeah yeah yeah.”
Dean laughs as you keep going. Your voice is strong, and happy. He can hear how much fun you were having singing. He would even bet you’re doing some ridiculous dance along with it.
“Trying to live without your love, is one long sleepless night. Let me show you boy, that I know wrong from right. Every street you walk on I leave tear stains on the ground. Following the boy, that I didn’t even want around.”
You now have your shaving cream canister in your hand as you rock the chorus on on your impromptu mic.
“Oh baby give me one more chance–To show you that I love you–Won’t you please let me back in your heart.” You spin on your heel, careful not to slip.
“Oh darling I was blind to let you go–Let you go baby–Now since I’ve seen you in his arms–I want you back–Oh oh oh, yeah yeah yeah.” You finish strong, hand with the shaving cream high in the air as you ring out the last note.
Suddenly, you hear someone clapping, and you jump as you see two hands reaching through the slightly opened door.
When the hell did the door open?
“Wow, Y/N, that was great.” Dean’s voice carries through the crack. “You never told me you could sing.”
On the other side of the door, Dean is smirking, imagining how flustered you must be right now. You were great, but he’s sure you only sing when you think you’re alone for a reason.
“What the hell, Dean?” You shout as embarrassment runs through you. You want to smack your head against the wall for not hearing him come back.
“I thought you and Sam were at the store!” You yell over the running water.
“We were. I forgot my wallet.” Dean’s black leather wallet appears in the door as he shakes it, proving his words.
“Well now you have it. Get out!” You lean against the shower wall. You hate that he heard you. You had been singing at the top of your lungs, probably sounding like an idiot.
Thank god he couldn’t see you dancing. You think with a relieved sigh.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m going, I’m going.” You watch as the door begins to pull shut but suddenly stops.
“You really did sound awesome.” Dean’s sincere voice arises over the steam before the door clicks shut.
You bite your lip as you try not to smirk.
“Dork,” you mutter under your breath and begin to rinse the conditioner out of your hair.
“I’ve got my ticket for the long way round.”
Dean stands in the doorway and smiles as your voice carries through the room.
“Dork,” he laughs before running back to the Impala.