[TRANS] 170223 DEAN (Singer-songwriter and producer) KKT with Taehyung (Instagram Story)
(Yellow Text) We’re good friends. Peace. [Note: This was on Feb. 17th, the day DEAN dropped his two song single album ‘limbo.’ When Taehyung says ‘I really like it’ he’s probably talking about DEAN’s new songs.]
Pair: Dean x Reader (kind of) Warning: none Summary: Dean and the reader have an established relationship… as cuddle buddies.
A small whimper escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles out, waking up. The room was pitch black and cold; the only warmth you got was from the strong body next to you, holding you dangerously close.
Not ready to wake up yet, you turned over in Deans arms and nuzzled closer to him, resting your face in the crook of his neck; smiling when his arms wound tighter around your body. “Y/N” Dean whispered, lazily dragging his fingers over your skin, causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “Not ready yet” you croaked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual. “Okay” he whispered, back closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his.
You and Dean had been sleeping together for almost two months now. But that was it. You didn’t have sex or kiss or really do anything else, you just slept together. It all started one night, you two had fallen asleep together on the couch, watching some movie, and when you woke up you played it off as nothing until he told you it was the best sleep he had ever had in his life.
“C’mon, Y/n” Dean begged, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the couch. “Tell me that wasn’t the best sleep you’ve ever had” he pressed. “I’ve had… better” you mumbled, leaning back into the couch. “Y/nnnnnnnn” he taunted, knowing that you were lying through your teeth. “Fine! It was the best nap I have ever had, so what?! It’s weird, Dean. We aren’t sleeping together anymore.” But Dean being Dean means he usually gets what he wants, and that started your addiction for sleeping together.
“I can’t go on this hunt!” you sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs in front of Sam and Dean. “Why?!” Dean asked, looking baffled. “I think I have a-” you sneezed into the tissue in your hand. “a cold” you finished, sighing. You had a small fever and had been sneezing since you woke up. “Shit” Dean sighed, “alright, well, we’ll keep you updated. We should be home in a few days, it looks like a simple vamp nest.” Grabbing his bag, Dean pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Bye kid” Sam smiled, giving you a pat on the back as they walked out the door.
The first night was the worst night. You had grown so used to Dean’s warmth, no matter how many blankets you had nothing was ever enough. It had taken a strong dose of NyQuil and some Tylenol PM to put you to sleep; even then, it was a pretty rough sleep. You woke up early, before the sun had even come up and texted Dean I didn’t sleep for shit last night, come home. To which he responded: Me either. We’re working on it, sweetheart. Should be home in the next few days. Just hold out for me.
You had spent the most of that day soaking in a bath and eating tomato soup. You made sure that you staying in your actual room, not wanting to take the risk and exposing Dean’s room with your germs.
The next day, you were really spent. You had no energy to do anything, so you just took your medicine and watched movies in and out of consciousness. Sam and Dean had both left you a few voicemails, telling you how the case was going and just keeping you updated which you greatly appreciated.
By the fifth day, you felt better, having read that if you cut up white onions and place it around the home, especially in the room of the sick person they somehow absorb the bacteria and viruses and rid you of your cold.
Even though you had been feeling better, you still were exhausted. You had no idea how awful sleeping was without Dean there to keep you warm and safe. Sitting in the library, you were reading a few lore books you had found in the basement of the bunker when they brothers walked in. “Y/N” Deans voice called out for you as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. “Yeah?” you asked, stepping out of the library and looking at him. “My room. Now, we’re taking a nap” his tone was so assertive and demanding, it turned you on a little bit. “What was that about?” you asked Sam as Dean had disappeared down the hallway. “He hasn’t slept since we left,” Sam chuckled, winking at you. Rolling your eyes, you followed Dean down the hall and into his room.
It was dark, just how the both of you needed it to be. Slipping your jeans and bra off, you climbed into bed with dean and softly moaned at the feeling of his arms around your waist. “Fuck, I missed you” you whispered, cuddling your head into his chest. “I missed you too, sweetheart” Dean sighed, running his fingers through your hair, basking in the feeling of you back in his arms.