Summary: Dean gets curious about face masks after seeing Y/N and of course, he tries it. But is the burning sensation something that the hunter can handle?Â
Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Sooo much fluff itâs amazing
Request: Nope, Iâm trying to revive my writing ideas through random stories in my mind
A/N: Hope you like this, and be on the lookout for another story with the same storyline but without a fixed male character; to let your imagination run wild. GIF IS NOT MINE!!!Â
Feedback is welcome and is very much appreciated âĄ
Y/N carefully painted the side of her face, with the small spatula that came with the face mask. She slowly went around the arches of her eyebrows and down her nose along with the sides of her cheeks; making sure to avoid the sideburns. Vividly remembering how the last time how her hair got stuck in the face mask. She moved closer to the mirror, the hand mirror becoming hard to work with as she finished off her the last few spots.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she washed off the mini spatula and made sure everything was where they belonged before making her way to the room she shared with Dean. Her boyfriend sitting on their bed, with his laptop on his lap but he wasnât prepared to see his girlfriend come in with a different looking face. He thought he would be welcomed to the same Y/N that went into the washroom to take a half-an-hour. So to say he was confused would be an understatement.
Y/N halted her steps as she finally took notice of deans confused look. âWhat?â She mumbled, the mask making her speech incoherent.
âWhat do you mean âwhatâ?â Deans face puzzling even more. âWhatâs on your face?â
Y/N tried her best answering Deanâs question without moving her face too much. âItâs called a face mask.â
Deans confused look changed to more of a look of disgust once Y/N took a seat on her side of the bed. âWha-ho-why?!â Dean stammered, trying to find the right question to ask since everything was messed up about the situation.
Y/N rolled her eyes, hating how weird Dean was making her feel. âIt just helps with my pores and it cleans my face so I wonât break out.â She then went to grab her book thinking Dean was done with all of his questions. She opened to where she left off, trying to focus on the words in front of her, but she couldnât.
Not when Deans gaze was on her the entire time making her reread each sentence twice. She sighed deeply as she allowed her book to fall from her grasp, turning her attention to her staring boyfriend. âCan I help you?â Y/N asked.
Y/N paused for a moment to think his question out. There were some masks that she tried out that felt as if her face was burning when she wore them, and some were fine until the peeling off process came. However, the one she was wearing at the moment was her holy grail, it burnt slightly but she knew that meant it was working and it made her skin so soft.
She slowly nodded her head, holding up her hand and gestured the universal sign for 'a little bitâ. Dean scrunched up his face, wondering why on earth would someone do something painful to themselves. However, Y/N knew Dean better than anyone else and she immediately saw the gleam of curiosity flash in his green eyes. A Â look that he always got when he entered the storage weapon room of the bunker, looking at all the weapons that he hadnât got the chance to use. Y/Nâs lips somewhat curled upwards as she narrowed her eyes at Dean, âwanna try?â
âWhat? No, maybe. Shut up!â Dean said all at once but it was enough for Y/N. She jumped up, heading back to the bathroom and quickly grabbed her face mask. She then sped back to her boyfriend, making sure to grab some facial wipes with her, knowing that if she needed to take full advantage of this opportunity.
She smiled to the best of her abilities and closed the door with her foot while Deanâs eyes widened at everything that was in her arms. âI thought you were just going to put on the mask?â Deanâs whispered the last part, not wanting or needing Sam to tease him for this moment.
Y/N nodded her head, âbut we have to prepare your skin first.â
Dean huffed softly but didnât refuse the offer and Y/N went straight to work. She softly swiped the wipe across Deanâs face, laughing softly once the wet towel contacted his skin; catching Dean off guard. Once she finished cleaning Deanâs skin, showing him how dirty the wipe had gotten which made him scrunch up his face in disgust.
She then moved onto the star of the show and grabbed the rubber spatula for the second time that evening. Y/N carefully dipped it into the jar of the mask, before moving closer in between Deanâs legs; making his eye grow wide. However before Y/N could put any on his face, Dean pulled back and softly grabbed Y/Nâs wrist.
âBe careful, and donât put this anywhere near my beard, Iâm trying to grow it out for you,â Dean warned making his girlfriend snicker.
Y/N smiled as she out him her pinky, an offering for Dean to curl his pinky around hers a promise. Once, Dean did so and moved closer to Y/N, she began smearing the product along Deanâs cheek. Throughout the process, her tongue sticking out in concentration making Dean snicker as his hands trailed over Y/Nâs thighs and landed comfortably on her hips. Â
The moment Y/N felt deanâs large hands on her hips, a million butterflies fluttered in her stomach, causing her to bit down on her lip in order to stay focused. She made sure to avoid his scruff, his sideburns and his eyebrows, only that wasnât her call. Each time, Dean felt the spatula coming anywhere near his eyes, he would let out a soft yelp and flinch which in return made Y/N avoid that whole space altogether.
It wasnât long before Y/N was done, as she stepped back to admire her work. She held up a finger and made her way back to the washroom and grabbed her hand mirror and sped back to Dean. Only to find him sitting cross-eyed trying to get a better look at the mask that was on his nose. A smile spread along Y/Nâs face at the scene in front of her and walked towards Dean, holding the mirror in front of his face; allowing him to see exactly how he looked.
His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he took in, his mask covered face. Truth be told, the more he looked at his reaction, the more he liked how he liked. The feeling of the mask was another story, it was burning him and it was like any pain he felt before. This pain felt like it was from the inside and there was no way he could make it stop. He raised his hand to scratch at his cheek, the area it burnt the most only to be stopped by Y/N who had a scowl on her face. Â
âDonât you dare touch it.â
âBut it burns,â Dean whined, his eye brimming with tears as the pain increased by each second.
âItâs supposed to,â Y/N stated not noticing how Deanâs eyes were tearing until she took the mirror back. âAre you okay?â Dean slowly nodded his head and closed his eyes, trying to hide how much pain he was truly in. âDean, you donât have to do this if itâs too painful.â
Dean exhaled deeply opening his eyes, letting a tear roll down his cheek. âNo, Iâm fine, I just wasnât expecting it to be this painful.â
âYeah,â Y/N giggled. âThatâs cause you havenâtâ did this before, so itâs working itâs hardest to get all the gunk out of your pores.â
Dean nodded his head in understanding, closing his eyes and bit his lip while Y/N sat next to him; trying her best to keep her laughter at bay. Only it wasnât long before both of them broke, Dean mumbling a 'son of a bitchâ under his breath as he ran to the washroom and Y/N fell back laughing; her dried mask was long forgotten.
Once she managed to regain her composure, Y/N followed Dean to the washroom, watching him amusingly as he scrubbed his face quite roughly in order to get the mask off. As he heard a giggle coming from his side, he glanced up at Y/N through the mirror shaking his head at her as his face was becoming red like a tomato.
Dean was in face a badass, hunter that feard nothing but when it came to a mask that cleaned out his pores, he was no longer a badass hunter. Instead, he was one man with sensitive, one that made Y/N to fall in love with Dean even more.
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