Suspicious Minds (Dean X Reader)
A/N: written specially for @itswitchcraft-not-googlemaps challenge!
Warnings: none. just a lot of fluff.
You woke up in the middle of the night and realized there was an empty space next to you. Moaning lazily, you opened up your eyes to see just a pillow and a mess of sheets. You grabbed your phone and saw it was almost 3 A.M. With a groan you got up, grabbed Dean’s shirt and dragged yourself down the stairs and went to the kitchen, finding him eating the last piece of the pie you’ve bought.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re eating it all by yourself!” you complained and watched him jump on his chair, scared by your sudden appearance. He took the earphones off and looked at you.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but I woke up and needed to eat something” he said with a grin, looking at you with no remorse on his face. “Want a bite?” he offered, not really meaning it.
“No, thanks. First of all it’s three in the morning; I couldn’t eat it even if I wanted to.” You a made a grossed out face, walking towards him and sitting on his lap. “Second of all, you want it so bad that I think if I eat it, I’ll get a stomachache” you whispered, kissing his cheeks lightly.
Dean chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, eating the last piece. “C’mon, I’d happily give you some pie. Want it?” he asked with a full mouth, his face getting closer to yours.
“Dean, stop it!” you yelled, trying to get away from his grip, your hands on his chest. “Seriously, we’re gonna wake Sam up!” you laughed loudly, closing your eyes.
“Sorry, babe, couldn’t resist.” He said in a low voice, kissing you lightly. He got his phone to pause the song and you got curious. Grabbing it from his hand you saw he was listening to Suspicious Minds, by Elvis.
“Aww, you were listening to our song!” you exclaimed, pressing play and listening to the first accords of the song, closing your eyes as you pressed your forehead against Dean’s.
“I was remembering the first time we met.” He babbled, caressing your hair. “The way you ignored me… Man, your friends told me you were pure ice, but still. I almost shit my pants talking to you” he revealed, surprising you.
“Oh, stop it! I wasn’t that bad, was I?” you asked, starting to analyze your reactions.
“You were, but that’s fine! I wouldn’t want it any other way. You know I always loved a challenge.” He teased you, a side smile on his face.
“Why did you kept insisting then?” you questioned him, rolling your eyes at his statement but still shocked by his confessions. You never really realized you were like that.
Dean got up, placing your hands around his neck and pulling you closer to him, moving slowly, according to the rhythm song. “Well, don’t tell Sam I said that, but…” he looked down, blushing a little. That was new; in three years, you never saw him blush. “You know, I kinda believe in this whole love at first sight thing” he said in just one breath, looking up carefully to see your reaction. You gave him a soft smile.
“Oh, baby… I don’t really believe in these things, but I’m not gonna lie… I felt a connection with you the day we met” you confessed.
“Really? Then why you were so harsh on me?” he croaked, looking deeply and lovingly into your eyes.
“Because I felt a connection with a man I’ve never seen before and I was scared” you said in a laugh, pulling him to a kiss. Your mouth touched his lightly for a moment, just tasting and enjoying the moment and the closeness. Slowly, Dean opened his mouth and slide his tongue inside of yours, moaning at your contact. “That’s why you always say this is our song. Suspicious minds. Holy shit!” you exclaimed panting, breaking the kiss to breath.
“And because Elvis is fucking awesome, darling” he teased you, his hands on your waist, touching you lightly. The last seconds of the song were playing, and you felt your eyes tear up because of the way Dean was looking at you: pure love. Nothing else but love and happiness. “We’re caught in a trap. I can’t walk out… Because I love you too much, baby!” he whispered to you, giving you a small affected smile, since he wasn’t used to expressing his emotions and feeling the way he was doing.
“I love you!” you whimpered, tiptoeing to kiss him deeply, both of your tears mixing up.