Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?
A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))
Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.
“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.
Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand. “Nothing. It’s fine.”
“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.
Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked, and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.
To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.
“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.
“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”
“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.
A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.” She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.
“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”
“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.
“What’s in Boston?”
“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.
“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”
Dean explains it like it’s so easy. To him, it is. Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.
But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.
“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”
“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.
“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.
Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.
“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.
Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.
As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to he way she’s so awkward around big crowds, or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.
Because he can’t.
Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.
“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.
Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”
“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”
Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.
Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,
“—I asked Sam?” She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.
His eyes widen. “Sam?”
“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”
“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“
“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.
Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…
He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy?No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.
Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?
“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”
Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.
“You think he’ll say no, huh?”
“I’ll do it.”
“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.
“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.
Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”
“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”
Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”
“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”
“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”
Y/N then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.
“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.
“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.
“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”
“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.
She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.
Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.
What a fucking idiot but such a sweetheart it hurts
You were a barista at this local coffee shop, minding your own business and doing your job when he came up the counter. You smiled at him and he just looked at you startled
“What would you like?” you asked. He looked around, flustered and nervous and his voice breaking
Johnny had such a striking appearance, tall height, cheery smile and amazing hair. You decided to put some extra effort into making his coffee. Given your year worth of experience, you were nervous for this one
Because the customer was so damn attractive
You handed him the plastic cup,on which you had put a little smiley face for god knows why
He handed you the money along with a little slip of paper
It had his number and name and “call me?” in a really smudgy handwriting
You smiled to yourself, forgetting that he was still standing there. He looked away, feeling self assured and confidence
But then it hit him, were you smiling cuz you were excited or cuz you were mocking him
The thought invaded his mind the whole day and night
Until you finally called him
You hastily entered your apartment and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper from the pocket of your coat and immediately dialled his number
And Johnny took his while picking it up, not recognising the number but secretly hoping it was you
He ran out of the practice room and said “hello” in an electrified tone
You both decided to meet up on a Saturday morning in a different coffee shop
He kept on laughing and making awful but laughable jokes. He was really such a giant dork you were falling in love
He shyly held your hand as he walked you to the bus stop and you reached up to kiss his cheek and he slightly blushed
WHAT A CUTIE
He was so happy that you didn’t turn him down cuz of his ridiculous humour
He called you that night as well
And in the morning
And now he always calls you before sleeping and you always wake up to his cute ass morning texts that make your day better
Stares at his phone a lot, expecting a call or text from you. And is always checking his phone in case you called and reads your previous messages, smiling and then sighing
He found himself already so attached to you
Does all kind of gentlemanly stuff like holding doors and pulling back chairs and reaching to clean your face if there’s something on there
And he holds you close and holds your hand really gently. And when its too cold, he puts your hand in his pocket and messages it with his thumb
Loves hugging you. It was awkward at first but still so warm and soft. He’s big and comfortable and he totally encloses you in his jacket and places a soft kiss on your forehead
plays with your hair a lot and ends up having it caught in something and that just results in some strands just break off your head
Wants everything to be perfect but sometimes things just HAVE to go wrong cuz its Johnny
Back hugs and he always smells so nice
Stealing his clothes and hoping he wouldn’t notice and he pretends not to and loves it so much
Is so in love with you that he has a hard time concealing it
Has the weird ass names for you
like “pumkin bunny” “baby pig” “silly monkey”
and there are names like
“ugly sock” “molten cucumber”
Laughs at you when you do something wrong and then you stare at him and he stop laughing and goes red cuz he’s holding his laugh so much
Making fun of your height 25/8
Like he’s just such a shit especially when you want to reach something and he picks you up like its nothing (lowkey showing off his strength) and you get so scared and he laughs his ass off then
Messy cooking/baking sessions which ends really badly
But the end result is always good and you both share the food so its all cool
Nags you to wash your hands so much
Hangout sessions with Ten
You three go out for food so much and honestly Ten is such a third wheel but sometimes you feel like the third wheel
And Johnny notices and holds you close the whole time and if there’s a joke you don’t get he makes sure you do
Ten and Johnny always have so many things to tell you, especially about their trainee days and dorm life and its always so much fun
Ten’s ur bro and your best friend and you love hanging out with him
Johnny’s named you both “THE FAM”
which is so cute
You always steal his hair products cuz his hair is always on point
and he also smells really good
shows off his talent at mimicking parrots and you’re just like wtf Johnny and he’s just like “dont act like u dont like it”
cool coffee shop dates
you both listen to music together and just chill
whether it be a lazy saturday afternoon or a crazy friday night
Johnny want to spend all his time with you
He has amazing music taste and always plays his music and loves to hear your music too
He’s genuinely interested in your likes and tastes
Like he’ll always be so enthusiastic to watch a movie u like or listen to your playlist or eat at a restaurant you like
And if he doesnt like it he’ll pretend to like it
plays the piano for you often and makes you sit with him so you learn too
you end up sitting on his lap while he plays
but he gets so shy and just starts giggling like a little girl
gets cute stuff for you like stuff toys and make up without you asking and you scold him how he shouldn’t spend money on him
and he gets annoyed like “I bought it for you! you should be grateful”
sulks the whole day
You rarely fight but when you do he always apologises and cracks one of his weird jokes
which makes you smile and eventually forgive him
late night conversations about life
star gazing and listening to his playlists
midnight snacks and cuddles
going to concerts together and dancing a lot
him staring at you a lot cuz you’re his little pumpkin
is the jealous type but handles it with wit and sass
like if a guy gets too close to you he just goes up and tells him off
but if you’re too close with someone, he starts sulking and gets all moody
and it takes a lot of kissing and hugging to get him out of his mood
In bed he’s really passionate and constantly asks you if you’re ok
“johnny you’re ruining it”
“oh sorry are u ok”
it doesnt matter to him who’s on the top or who’s in control, as long as he gets what he wants
late night existential crisis
“y/n if we’re 70% water does that mean that water is 30% human?”
“Johnny its fucking 3 am”
“y/n do u think penguins have feelings”
“JOHNNY IF U DONT SHUT UP I WILL KICK U OUT OF THE ROOM
Loads of cuddling and he’s ALWAYS the big spoon
his sexy english accent melts you away
like he knows you love and deliberately talks in english to have u like that and then smirks at you
young Hiccup, Astrid and Fishlegs, are standing in front of a castle that Tuffnut, Ruffnut and Snotlout built on Berk and are now behind it ready for battle.
Tuffnut doing a silly French accent: “Who is it?”
Hiccup: “This is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III and these are my friends. Whose castle is this?”
Tuffnut: “This is the castle of Lord-King-Overlord-Emperor-Ruler-Sir Thorston-ton”
Hiccup: “Go and tell him that we have been charged with a sacred quest to find the Dragon Eye and if he gives us food and shelter for the night he may join us in our quest.”
Tuffnut: “I’ll ask him but I don’t think he’ll want to. He’s already got one you see.”
Fishlegs: “Are you sure?”
Tuffnut: “Oh, yes it’s very nice.”
Tuffnut (whispers to Ruffnut and Snotlout on his side of the wall): “I told him we already got one.”
They struggle hide their laughter.
Fishlegs: “Well, can we come up and have a look at it?”
Tuffnut: “Of course not! You are Berkian yaks!”
Astrid: “Well what are you then?”
Tuffnut: “I’m French. Why do you think I have this outrages accent!?”
Astrid: “What are you doing on Berk?”
Tuffnut: “Mind your own business!”
Hiccup: “If you don’t show us your Dragon Eye we will be forced to take your castle by force.”
Tuffnut: “You don’t frighten us you silly Berk-ish pig-dogs!!! Go an boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, so-called ‘Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III,’ you and all your silly Berk K-nig-hts!!!!”
Ahhh I had an idea but i forgot it so here's another - I like to think that junkrat can't swim could you do a thing where s/o is teaching him to swim and that theres no chance of illness cause the water ain't irradiated an all. 😙
He looked very silly at the moment, pig floaties attached to his arms that he swore were Roadhogs. He gently eased into the Overwatch pool, looking stressed as you lazily swum around.
“Water’s a bad sight in Australia,” was how he explained how he never had swum, you pulling him from drowning on a mission.
You just sighed, vowing to teach him so you could sleep easier. He had fought it, you just arguing that the water isn’t heavily irradiated here or at all.
You just opened your arms, waiting for him to just ease into the water. He cringed the entire time, eventually standing in the waist high water with you. You took his hands easing him into the deeper water, gently instructing him.
P-Chan….I won’t let you near Akane! >.>;
Lol I was having way too much fun last night….this has been one of my fave anime and so I just couldn’t contain myself XD;; #cosplay #ranma #ranmasaotome #ランマ #anime #animu #アニメ #girltype #pchan #pチャン #pig #ryoga #silly #derp #usa #usatame #bunny #リョウガ #ウサギ