The Day After Tomorrow
Summary: A weather catastrophe sends Sam and Dean out on a rescue mission.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex
Word Count: 1348
Warnings: fluff, slightly annoyed Dean
A/N: This is for @supernatural-jackles SPN Birthday Challenge My prompt was the film “The Day After Tomorrow” and I wondered what Sam and Dean would do in a naturally occurring weather catastrophe. This ended up going in a totally different direction than I originally planned. I blame the Wayward Sisters announcement. I hope you like it Jen! Happy Birthday!
And thank you to the always lovely and wonderful MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for checking it over!
“Babe, I still don’t like you going off to Jody’s alone.” Dean looks up at you as you enter the library.
“Dean, I’ll be fine,” you say, dropping your bag at his feet. “Besides, I need a girl’s night. I’ve been spending too much time here with you and Sam. It’s testosterone overload.”
“Call me as soon as you get there.” He stands scooping up your bag.
“I will,” you say over your shoulder as you lead the way to the garage.
“Don’t text and drive.”
“Make sure you check the tires when you stop for gas. Which will be often since the Jeep gets terrible gas mileage,” he says, stepping in line with you.
“Pot,” you sass. “Indy is worth the extra gas.”
“Baby is too, but she’s all essentials. Indy’s full of useless crap, not to mention those ridiculous tires. Your mileage would be so much better if you got rid of all that.”
“Excuse me? Indy is not full of useless crap.”
“When will you ever need a winch?”
“You never know… And those tires never get stuck. I can’t believe you’d talk about Indy like that, he’s a good Jeep.” You bump his hip with yours as you enter the garage.
“Well, just be careful and no talking to strangers.” He stops next to your Jeep.
You stop too, giving him a hard look. “Seriously? You do realize I can take care of myself, right?”
“Just making sure you’re paying attention. Gotta make sure my girl stays safe.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. “I only have one of you.” His lips capture yours and you can’t help sighing into this kiss. This man was made to kiss, among other things.
You finally break away, “Ok, I gotta go.”
“Y/N,” he hesitates.
You look up into his peridot eyes and it seems like he’s holding something back.
“Tell Jody I said hi.”
“I will. Bye, Dean.”