3rd and final fic for the 9 squares for 3 fics challenge hosted by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing! Just managed to get it in 🙂
Squares filled: Demons, Dean’s room, Sewer
Word count: 473
Characters: Dean x friend reader, mentions of Sam and supernatural creatures
Warnings: self doubt and negative thoughts from reader, Dean is sweet then a little shit
Hopping from one foot to the other, I pulled my blanket round my shoulders even tighter as the cold of the bunker made my bones rattle. I’d been stood outside in the corridor for the last 20 minutes, and I was still no closer to knocking on the door I was pacing outside. But fate was about to play it’s hand, and in slow motion I watched as the door opened, and Dean Winchester walked out and nearly walked straight into me. “Y/N?” “Dean. Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?” “No. Why are you even out here? It’s 3 in the morning.” Dean mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand. “I…um.” “Y/N?” “It’s nothing. Night Dean.” Before I could get even three steps away, the warmth of Dean’s hand met my skin as he wrapped it around my wrist and gently turned me round to face him. “Y/N?” The softness in Dean’s usually gruff voice was all it took for the tears to break free. “Hey. Hey. Come here.” Pulling me into his arms, I buried my face into his chest and let the smell of leather and gunpowder comfort me. “I’m sorry…” “Come on. You’ll catch a cold out here.” With one arm wrapped firmly round my waist, I let Dean lead me into his room, and after letting him crawl back under the covers, I dropped my blanket on the end of his bed and curled into his side. “You want to talk about it?” Dean whispered into the darkness. “Back in the sewer, when the shifter had me tied up, and had….changed into me….I…It just wouldn’t stop talking. And every inner demon that I have, every bit of hate and self doubt, that shifter just taunted me with. And….” “Y/N. Look at me.” Looking into Dean’s green eyes, I softly chuckled as he wiped the tears from under my E/C eyes. “We’ve all got our demons. Hell, I was a demon! What I’m saying is, shifters, they’re one of the creatures I hate most. Someone knowing all your thoughts, turning them on you, while wearing your own face? It’s rough. But, I know you. The tough girl who handed my ass to me over pool the first time we met. The sweet girl who makes me pie every month, and makes Sammy smoothies and doesn’t take the piss out of him for them. And I know pretty much every demon that runs around in that head of yours. And I know you’ll kick them all in the ass.” “Well, who knew you were a softy Dean.” I sniff, wiping away the few tears that had fallen at my best friend’s words. “Only for you Y/N.” “Can I sleep here tonight?” “Sure. Just, one condition…” “What..argh! Oh my god, your feet are freezing! Move them now, Dean!!”
THIS. This is exactly the kind of friendship I want for my soft Dean Bean in the show. Just someone that loves him and understands him and appreciates him for being his awesome self. AND. I love, love, love the platonic love painted here and how you let Dean’s soft, protective side shine.
Mayerine 