Pairing: Bisexual Dean Winchester x Bisexual Female Reader (Platonic)
Summary: You'd been struggling with coming to terms with your sexuality for a while, keeping it a secret from Sam and Dean. This is the day you finally came out to Dean.
Warnings: Mentions of explicit content and a little touch of angst, but it's all fluff (18+ only please!)
"Dean's still out?" Sam inquired, stepping into the Bunker's library where you were sitting at the table - eyes glued to your book.
"Yeah he's helping Garth sort through some of Bobby's old things," you responded, looking up at him.
"I'm gonna go for a beer run. You want anything?"
"I'm good, thanks. I'll stay here and hold down the fort."
"All right. I'll see you in a few," he smiled, grabbing his jacket and heading up the stairs.
It was late. Sam was gone now and for the first time in what felt like forever, you had the place to yourself. You decided it was the perfect moment for some much-needed "me-time," as these moments had become increasingly rare. You grabbed your laptop, headed to your room, popped in your earbuds, and began scrolling your go-to sites, looking for something that would help you let off some steam.
You didn't know how much time had passed, you were completely absorbed in whatever you were watching. Before you knew it, Dean was home. You hadn't heard him open the door to your room and certainly hadn't noticed him leaning against the doorframe, a bowl of popcorn in hand. His eyes were fixed on your laptop screen as he tilted his head. "Huh. That's a good flic," he interrupted, his voice low and casual.
"Dean!" you yelped. Your eyes widened in shock and your voice was laced with pure panic as you scrambled to close your laptop.
"Hey, woah," he said holding his free hand up, signaling that everything's fine. "I'm not stopping you, just wouldn't have pegged you for a girl on girl enthusiast is all... but I gotta say, this? This is hot. Got good taste."
"I'm not- an enthusiast. Can you leave?" you countered, your voice breaking a little from the anxiety. You felt like you'd cry any second now from embarassment and worry.
"Yeah, I'll go - brought you some food, though. You know, sustenance. Gonna need it." He winked, placing the popcorn down on the nightstand next to you.
"Please can you just leave?" you continued, voice louder than intended.
"You don't have to be embarrassed. I don't judge. It's me, of all people, Y/N, and it's just porn."
"Can we not have that talk?" you cried out.
"Fine," he said. "I have one question though and then I'll leave you alone."
"What?" you replied, practically begging for this conversation to be over.
"Why the interest in girl on girl?"
"Seriously?" you groaned. That had to be one of the dumbest questions you had ever heard. Then again, it was Dean – he was always too curious for his own good.
"Does that shit just turn you on? Or are you a lesbian? Just curious about it?" he pestered on invasively.
"Dean-" you were beckoning him to shut up at this point.
"You know what, you're right. It's not any of my concern. Not my place to ask. I'm gonna head to bed and I'll forget this ever happened. Good night, sweetheart." You were shocked that he just dropped it. Maybe he meant no harm by his questions. Maybe he really was just curious.
"I'm bi," you mumbled, scrunching up your face unconsciously, knowing you had to clue him in at some point. "I wanted to tell you, but I was struggling to come to terms with it myself and I really didn't know how to tell you, how to tell anyone, because I guess I'm not really ready to be open about it. Not like it's that huge a deal or anything but I'm- I'm bi," you rambled on nervously. The anxiety rushed to your head; it felt like you weren't fully conscious this was happening.
"That's awesome," he smiled.
"What?" you hesitated, your face painted with shock. You didn't expect him to say that. Part of you didn't believe you heard that right. Maybe that vamp you hunted last night hit you in the head harder than you thought. Maybe you were dreaming.
"That's awesome, Y/N," he repeated, sitting down next to you and pulling you into a hug. "Seriously." It was real. This was real.
He pulled away and looked at you, really looked at you. He saw the insecurity still etched in your face, the worry glossing over your eyes. But you never felt more seen than in that moment. He sighed, "Listen, you wanna know something?"
"What?" you asked with a chill of discomfort traveling down your spine. Part of you just wished this conversation would finally be over. You were still filled with anxiety, thinking he'd say something so-very-Dean like 'Maybe now I can watch it live and in person' or he 'found a friend willing to have threesomes with.'
"What?" you felt this bolt of surprise strike you and it took everything you had to keep your jaw from dropping.
"I am too. I get what it's like to be in such a state of horny panic and frustration not knowing who you want more: Batman or Catwoman... just like I get all those nagging insecurities that rattle around in your brain, that eat away at you sometimes. I get the fear of not being understood."
You couldn't comprehend it. "Wait- Dean 'Mr. Pulls Chicks Left and Right,' completely interested in women-"
"Is also completely interested in guys... yup."
"I don't- I don't know how to take that," you stuttered, still in shock.
"I mean- I think its the shock that I'm not alone. That someone really gets it. That you get it," you grinned in relief. Tears from all the pressure dissipating began to form in your eyes. "I can't seem to wrap my head around that."
"Hey, come here," he pulled you back into his arms. "I get it." He kissed your head, comforting you. "And I'm glad to know you're part of this Big Hearts Club too."
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