what the hell were those running shoes about

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Imagine Dean trying to control himself when sleeping next to you because you’re “Just Friends”.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Lil bit of Angst

Word Count: 1,100

A/N:  I apologize in advance. This is written from Dean’s POV, first person, present tense. It may be COMPLETE garbage 

This is my submission for @one-shots-supernatural SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. The line this week was: Is this one of those times where you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions? 

I hope you like the way this turned out. Sorry you haven’t seen anything from me in a while!  In an effort to actually get you guys something today, I have opted to make this imagine a 2 parter. Don’t hate me! Part 2 will be from the reader’s point of view.You will get part 2 tomorrow, but what the hell will happen? You can speculate in the mean time. ;)


Just Friends Pt. 1

Dean’s POV

I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I have shared a bed with Y/N a million times over the last four years. So, why all of the sudden is my heart racing every time we pull into a motel? Why do I pray that we can get two separate rooms so that I don’t have to share a bed? Why does my mouth go all dry when she steps out of bathroom after a shower, water droplets clinging to her hair as she saunters around the room as if she is trying to get me to look at her. The best part is, or worst depending on your perspective, she has no fucking clue what she is doing to me, and it makes her that much more attractive and desirable. She is clueless about how breathtakingly beautiful she really is.

She sits down on the edge of the bed and runs a towel through her freshly washed hair. The scent of her shampoo, rosemary and mint, drift across the room. I inhale deeply as the smell that is uniquely Y/N overwhelms me. I feel my cock twitch underneath the blanket, and I shift uncomfortably hoping that she doesn’t notice.

“Dean?” she started. I could feel my cheeks flush because I was sure she had noticed my reaction despite the fact that her back was to me. She turns her head and smiles at me. I live to make that girl smile. I’d die if I were ever the cause of her not smiling. “Would you run out and grab me a bottled water from the machine?” she finished with a sweet smile.

I threw the blanket off my legs and swung them off the side of the bed, eager for an excuse to walk off the situation that had developed ever since she stepped out of the bathroom. “Sure, sweetheart,” I reply, bounding for the door not even bothering to put on shoes as I step out the door.

“Thanks!” she yells, as I close the door quickly behind me.

Immediately, I run in to Sam. He was out doing research for the case that we were working in middle of nowhere Missouri. “Dude!” Sam said, clearly exasperated. “Can’t you keep yourself under control for a couple of hours?” he said with a disgusted laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about Sammy?” I asked, knowing exactly what he meant.

Is this one of those times where you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions? Sam mocked, as his eyes flitted down at my tented boxers. He rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Shut up, man,” I said as I adjust myself and walk off. “I have needs,” I mumble.

“Yeah, needs that include Y/N,” Sam laughed as he stepped inside the motel room.

I ignore his remark as I get the bottle of water she asked for. I walk back to the room, thankful to have calmed down. I knew it wouldn’t last long. I stepped in the room, and Y/N was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, knees pulled up to her chest, reading a book. From the angle she was sitting, I could see her ass sticking out of the bottom of her shorts. I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut willing myself to calm the fuck down. I couldn’t ruin the friendship I had with Y/N. She was my best friend and the most important person in the world to me, next to Sammy.

“Thank you!” she squealed with delight as I joined her, crawling under the blanket, handing her the bottle of water. She opens it and takes a swig. I can’t help myself as I stare at her. Her perfect lips wrap around the bottle, and I can just imagine what those lips would look like wrapped around my dick. I get lost in the thought as she looks at me and laughs. “Dean. Earth to Dean! You’re drooling, dude,” she teases.

“Psh, no I’m not,” I say as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand for good measure. She stifles a giggle. I slide under the blanket and lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling of the motel room. She sets her book on the night stand beside her, and turns off the lamp.I realize Sam isn’t in the room. “Where is Sam?” I ask in the dark.

She crawls under the blanket and cuddles up next to me, her head and hand resting on my chest. This is the part that absolutely kills me. Why she insists on being this close to me every night, I can never figure out. “He said he was going to the bar for a few hours and not to expect him back,” she said with a sigh as she nuzzles herself closer to me. I can feel myself getting hard again.

I shift the conversation. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” I ask, trying to steady my heart which feels like it could beat out of my chest at any moment.

She lifts her head off my chest, but leaves her hand in place as she pushes herself up slightly. Even in the dark room, I can see a bit of worry etched across her face. “Sure, Dean. You know you can ask me anything. You’re my best friend,” she smiles.

I inhale deeply and decide to throw caution to the wind. “Why do you sleep so close to me every night?” I asked.

She laughs and backs away. “Suddenly need your personal space, Winchester?” she teases as she retreats to her side of the bed.

Without thinking, I wrap my hand around her waist and pull her back to me. She giggles, oh that sound could kill me, and I’d die I happy man. She rests her head back on my chest and sighs. “You make me feel safe, Dean,” she answers simply, as if the answer is obvious. “If I’m close to you, I know nothing is going to hurt me,” she adds. She is absentmindedly tracing a pattern on my chest. “And…” she starts, and I feel her tense a little bit.

“And?” I echo her words.

“I love you,” she whispers.

My heart stopped in my chest. Could she possibly mean that in a way that was more than, I love you like a sister loves a brother?

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