Tin Foil Hat
Summary: The reader is very quiet so what happens when a curse is cast on her to make her say anything she’s thinking.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Swearing (like more than normal), LOTS of sarcasm and sass.
A/N: So I was bored so I wrote this so please tell me what you think!!! I LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK!!!
A loud knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, you slowly lowered your book waiting until the last second to take your eyes from the words in a last minute attempt to finish the sentence. When you finally did look up you saw Dean leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.
You returned his smile with one of your own and Dean took that as a sign that he now had your attention. “Sam found us a hunt a few towns over be ready to leave in twenty.”
You nodded softly and got up from your bead and walked over to the dresser still aware that Dean’s eyes followed your every movement.
You turned around to face him offering another small smile “Thank you.” You said barley above a whisper.
Dean nodded and took that as his cue to leave so that’s what he did, hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. You only shrugged and kept packing.
Dean pulled the impala alongside the house that you knew to belong to a witch putting it into park before pulling out his gun and checking the clip as you did the same.
“You ready Y/N?” He asked looking back at you not expecting more than a nod, which was all you offered.
He returned your nod before turning to Sam.
He always did this, try and strike up conversation with you though not expecting results. It was kind of sweet, it showed you that someone cared. It was not as if you had nothing to say, quite the opposite actually, you were afraid that if you said too much you would push them away; so as a result you stayed quiet.
But this never seemed to bother Dean, it was as if he could read your thoughts sometimes, as if he knew that you had a lot to say and was just waiting for you to finally open up. Which was why he let you hunt with them, which was why you were now hunting this witch with them, which was why you had fallen hopelessly in love with him yet he didn’t know.
As the three of you approached the house Dean signaled for Sam to take the back while you and him took the front. Sam nodded before carefully creeping around the house while you and Dean approached the front door.
Dean signaled that he would go first and you would follow and you nodded.
What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the witch to be expecting you. Within a matter of seconds Dean was being thrown through the air and pinned against the wall, you soon following him.
The witch slowly approached you as you struggled against your invisible constantans.
“Well would you look at what we have here.” The witch laughed while you screamed internally willing Sam to hurry his ass up.
“You touch her and I swear-“ Dean yelled before being cut off abruptly by a flick of the witches wrist.
“Well that’s better,” She commented before turning back to you. “He does talk a lot doesn’t he? Though you seem to have the opposite problem.” The witch stared at you tilting her head to the side as if she were thinking. “All these secrets, you really shouldn’t keep them all bottled up.” She chastised you as your eyes flicked between her and the door Sam should be coming through any second. “Lucky for you I can help.”
Your eyes widened as the weight of her words hit you. You opened your mouth to scream only to be stopped by a purple powder being blown into your face. You started to cough roughly as you struggled to catch your breath and fell to the floor.
Within seconds Dean was by your side placing a soothing hand on your back as you were finally able to catch your breath.
“Are you ok?” He asked his eyes wide with concern.
“Yeah, just sort of dying here.” You said sarcastically, your brain taking a minute to process what you had just said; that was not supposed to come out of your mouth.
Dean looked a bit taken aback by your sudden burst of sarcasm but ended up chuckling as he helped you stand up. “You’re not dying quit being so dramatic.”
“You’re right I’m just coughing up a lung, do you think I could borrow one of yours you obviously have an extra one with all of the hot air constantly coming out of your mouth.” You spat before you could stop yourself causing you to groan inwardly.
Dean drew his eyebrows together and looked at you suspiciously “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“It does if you don’t think about it, I know you’re good at that.” You bit your lip and quickly walked out of the house before you could make even more of a fool of yourself.
However, to your displeasure Sam was standing outside leaning on the impala.
“I think the witch is gone.” He commented as you walked over towards him.
You let out another internal groan as you knew exactly what you were going to say next. “Wow gold star for ace detective Sam Winchester.”
Sam looked at you in confusion as Dean approached from behind you. “I think the witch did something to you.”
You twirled around and met Dean’s gaze. “You know I love how you state the obvious with such a sense of discovery, it’s cute.”
Sam let out a low chuckle causing you to spin around to him “What are you laughing at? You still start every hunt with ‘so get this’ like yes Sam we know when dealing with the supernatural we are going to end up with some weird shit.”
This time it was Dean who laughed as he threw his arm around your shoulders in a sort of side hug. Before you could stop yourself you started speaking. “You know I hate when you do things like this…” You quickly stopped yourself by literally shoving your fist into your mouth.
Dean looked slightly hurt as he quickly let his arm drop and Sam looked at you in concern.
“We better fucking fix me before I spill shit that I don’t want to spill.” You said angrily.
“Why Y/N you got some secrets that you don’t want us to know?” Dean asked with a smug grin on his face.
“Yes Dean that would be what my last sentence implied, good job you can now comprehend English at a second grade level.” You didn’t even try and stop yourself this time. “So you better keep you’re fucking questions to yourself got it shitheads?”
Sam laughed loudly. “Do you normally swear this much?”
“Normally no but next time I’ll blow some powder shit in your face and see how nicely you take it.”
Sam chuckled and held his hands up in surrender as he made his way to the impala getting in the front seat.
You slid in the back and once again began to tell them everything you were thinking “Why do you always get front seat? Do you ever think that maybe I want to sit next to-“ You shoved your fist into your mouth again and your cheeks flushed a bright red color.
“You know sweetheart if you wanted to sit next to me all you had to do was ask.” Dean smirked from the front seat.
“Tell me Dean, do you work hard at being a pompous ass or does it come naturally to you?” You asked with a small smirk on your face, maybe this curse isn’t all bad.
You watched from the backseat in the rearview mirror as his eyes quickly flicked back and forth and his mouth opened and closed many times. “Don’t strain yourself trying to come up with a good comeback.”
To your amusement you watched as he mimicked you under his breath, you shoved your fist into your mouth again deciding it was best to not say anything.
As soon as you got in the bunker you sprinted to your room before you could say anything you would regret.
Dean, however, was quick to follow you. “Where you going Y/N?” He teased.
“To my room before I say something I might regret.” You answered through clenched teeth choosing your words carefully.
“Why you got secrets?”
“Yeah, I really like-“ You started before you could stop yourself, shoving a fist into your mouth trying to shut the door in his face.
Dean, however, put his foot in the door to stop you. “Y/N do you really not like it when I put my arm around your shoulders?” Dean asked seizing your arms to keep you from stopping yourself.
“Really, this is the pressing matter on the great Dean Winchester’s mind.” You said sarcastically. “And yes because it just reminds me that you only think of me as a friend and I don’t want that, I want more.” You rambled before you could stop yourself. “But I’m about 99% sure that you don’t feel the same way, the other 1% is just a small part of my brain rocking back and forth in a tin foil hat telling itself that it could happen.”
Dean only chuckled and let go of your arms allowing you to shut yourself up. He watched you with a small smile on his face.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” You asked allowing yourself to speak again figuring the worst of it was over.
“Tin foil hat?” he asked, clearly amused.
“Shut up I spend too much time on the internet.” You muttered.
Then Dean did something that to this day you still can’t believe happened. He slowly approached you and softly ran his fingers up and down your arms leaving goose bumps in their paths.
“You know for the record the part with the tin foil hat is right.” Dean whispered before carefully pressing his lips to yours.
When he pulled back your eyes were was wide as dinner plates “I cannot believe that just fucking happened, that did not just happen, that-“ You kept rambling until Dean put a hand over your mouth to quiet you.
“You know I really like that you’re talking now but I don’t need to hear everything you’re thinking.” Dean chuckled.
“Well it’s not as if I can stop myself.” You said, your voice muffled by Dean’s hand. “And I’m also pissed that you manipulated me into telling you. Using a person’s only weakness against them, what kind of monster does that” You said in mock hurt.
Dean only laughed “Only weakness huh? Someone’s a little full of themselves.”
“Well when you’re as great as I am you can afford to be, don’t worry someday you’ll reach my level and then you’ll understand.”
This caused Dean to laugh harder. “You know I knew you were funny.”
You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Shut up and kiss me.”