A/N: Doing laundry yesterday, I listened to this song from Little Big Town. I have had this floating around in my head for the last few months and decided I finally had time to write it and it came easier than I expected. Thank you so much to my bestie @just-another-busy-fangirl for being my saving grace as well as my amazing beta, forever and always. I also want to thank @iwantthedean, for her constant support and encouragement even if I think it is crap. Love you both!
Warnings: Language, maybe? Flangsty AF, mentions of ‘wanting’ another woman, but if y’all have heard the song, you know what’s what, pining for Dean
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jenna, minor OC
“So get this,” Sam starts. “A woman is taken from her home, no forced entry and the only sign of struggle is the comforter hanging off the bed and a glass of water tipped over, and even that is a stretch.”
“So what are you thinking Sam?” I asked, setting plates on the table in front of him, then Dean.
“Probably just a crazy cat lady. Stupid cats knocked over the water,” Dean grumbled, taking a large sniff of the dinner I placed in front of him.
“I’m not sure yet. She is a funeral director and she had the weekend off. No one reported her missing until she failed to show for a viewing yesterday,” Sam explained. “It isn’t far from here, only up in Lincoln.”
“Oh, is that so?” Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother who only nodded a confirmation. “Well, let’s finish eating first. Wheels out in an hour?”
“Yeah, that gives me enough time to clean up the dishes, too,” I responded, returning to my meal.
“Oh, Sweetheart, I’ll help you with that,” Dean threw me a wink. Good thing I was sitting or my knees would have given out.
“You don’t have to do that, Dean. I can take care of it,” I mumbled, smiling sweetly. God, I wanted him to help. I wanted him to wrap those long, strong arms around me while I washed plates. I wanted to pretend to be annoyed with him, so he would just hold me tighter and longer.