Characters: Dean x Plus Size!Reader
Warnings: Assholes, Dean being a snarky cinnamon roll, mention of weight, smut. Just…some good ol’ fashioned bangin’. But like, sweet bangin’. Fluff, and some more smut. If you aren’t 18, forget about it. This isn’t for you. You gotta grow up and earn the smut.
A/N: My second submission for Smut Appreciate Day 2018. I honestly am not sure exactly what brought this to mind, but it’s based on the song Shelter by Ray LaMontagne. He’s one of my favorites, and this song gives me feelings.
As usual, beta’d by my twinny @pinknerdpanda and her name twin @amanda-teaches. These two have been keepin’ me honest, lately, and considering I have submitted them to over 12,000 words worth of smut lately…I just can’t thank ‘em enough.
Y/N waved the bartender down and he gave a knowing nod, swiftly removing the shot glass in front of her as he reached for a bottle behind him and poured a double before sitting the glass back down. Dean watched as she picked it up and swirled it, staring at it as if it was going to give her the answers to life’s greatest mysteries. When it didn’t, she tipped the whole thing back and swallowed, and Dean’s chest tightened as he watched her. “Not the only thing getting tight,” he thought to himself as he walked over to her.
“Save it, Dean.”
He settled onto the stool next to her and nodded to the bartender, who slid him another beer. He motioned to Y/N’s drink and held up two fingers, then turned to face her. “What’s wrong with you? You’re surlier than normal.” He grinned as he said it, but it slipped from his face when she looked at him, eyes shining in the dim light of the bar.