Where all the dominant y/n fics???? I'm tired of not f*cking back, being weak, being a "good girl" and "a pretty princess". Sure, that's all fine and dandy and hot and stuff. But where are the dominant y/n fics? Reader on top, choking him, making him whimper and cry out? Let me call him "my sweet boy". Where's the variation in kinks? C'mon now, I wanna be strong, too.
➤ Dean is terrible at talking about his feelings at first. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he’s spent most of his life shoving his feelings down and carrying them alone. He’ll say “I’m fine” when he’s clearly not. But over time, he’ll start opening up in small ways.
➤ He is touch-starved and doesn’t even fully realize it until he’s with you. Every time you touch him, he immediately leans in.
➤ He loves physical affection even if he won’t admit it
➤ He’s incredibly protective, but not in a controlling way, more in a “if someone hurts you, they’re going to have to answer to me” way
➤ He would let you drive Baby. Sometimes.
➤ After rough hunts, he becomes quieter and clingier. He won’t necessarily talk about what happened, but he’ll want you close
➤ If you’re in the bunker, he’ll just gravitate towards whatever room you’re in
➤ Dean discovers very quickly which buttons to push, then proceeds to push them constantly. He loves getting a reaction out of you. He’d deliberately say or do things he knows will make you roll your eyes and smirk the second you get annoyed.
➤ Dean isn’t huge on PDA. You’re not going to catch him being overly mushy or announcing your relationship to strangers. But he’ll never let you be away from him when you’re out: his hand on your lower back, his arm on the back of your chair, etc
➤ He’ll call you nicknames like ‘sweetheart’ or ‘beautiful’ all the time, but call you by your name in serious moments
➤ He loves seeing you wearing his clothes
➤ Dean gets anxious whenever you have to separate, even for small things. He doesn’t make a big deal out of it because he knows it’s irrational most of the time, but the hunting life has taught him that people can disappear in seconds, so he’d be constantly checking on you
➤ He lets you ride shotgun in the Impala
➤ He’ll let you play your music in the car and pretend to hate it
➤ He would always have his hands on you. Not even in a sexual way, more like him just wanting to have you close. His hand on your thigh when he drives, his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, stuff like that
➤ Even if you’re already together, he’d flirt with you all the time
➤ He’d get actually flustered when you flirt back
➤ He would absolutely teach you how to take care of Baby
➤ If you have a car of your own, he would take care of it like he does with Baby: checking your oil, tires, brakes, etc
➤ He will steal food from your plate. Constantly, relentlessly, shamelessly.
➤ He would wake up in the middle of the night and instinctively check you’re still there
➤ If he can’t sleep, he’ll just turn around and look at you sleeping next to him. Then he’ll pull you closer and finally relax enough to fall asleep
➤ Dean isn’t good with romance in a traditional sense. He won’t be writing poetry or planning elaborate candlelit dates. But he’ll remember how you take your coffee, grab your favorite snacks from a gas station without being asked, small things that show you he cares. Not because he’s trying to be romantic, but because you’re important to him.
➤ He secretly loves domestic moments; grocery shopping, cooking together, arguing over which movie to watch. Those ordinary things mean more to him than most people realize.
Hiii, no pressure but how would you feel about doing a Dean Winchester fluffy cuddles / holding / touch starved themed headcannons or Drabble? Also I love you’re aesthetic <333
TYSM for the request!!! omg im so happy you like my aesthetic i giggled when i read this. I had a hard day today and you have no idea how happy this made me even if its so simple. 💞 Im sorry for not answering some other peoples asks, ill definitely write them. my mind is just very muddled up rn and i don't have the energy to write a long story. I love you all so much and Please send me more requests. i wake up and read them and have such a good day just because i feel like people care enough to write me a little request or message. im so thankful. ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა💞 (imagine you are the girl in the gif that dean is going down to kiss <3)
Dean Winchester Headcannons! ૮ ྀིᴗ͈ . ᴗ͈ ྀིა
Getting shouted at and insulted was the only memory you had of your childhood. That's what you get for growing up in an abusive household. You used two glasses of water instead of one by accident? You get called a donkey and other degrading, horrible names. That's the sum up of your childhood. But when Dean came, he saved you
Dean took you to his place and never returned you to your parents. You're such a touch starved little girl and he always treats you like his little princess.
Every night Dean would make sure to come home in time to cuddle you till you fall asleep against his hairy, strong chest. He knows you are sensitive and he does everything in his power to help you shut your brain down at night. In his opinion all you need to think about is what to eat for dinner and when you will receive cuddles from her big snuggle bug (I'm sorry this is cringe but its to build the aesthetic yk)
When you and Dean are outside he will hold your hand or have an arm around you. Its his way of telling you that he is proud of having you in his life and that he chose you.
When you are on your period, Dean wont let you leave the bed. You have stacks and stacks of pads in the bathroom, lots of snacks and food to eat (mostly pie so he can have some too). He would call Sam over and they talk about their demon hunting shit (you never really understood what he does) while you lay on you and dean's bed, wearing one of his oversized shirts and munching on a double beef cheeseburger with extra sauce.
When Dean is with Sam all he talks about is you. "She said I love you to me this morning...god her little voice is to die for" and Sam just smirks and shakes his head in mock defeat "Never expected to see my older brother this happy with a girl...she is the one isn't she?". All dean can do is smile like an idiot and go back to sipping his beer or coffee
Dean is clingy as fuck so when you two are together he is not letting go of you, you obviously don't mind, you are just as clingy. When you two are alone at home you are inseparable. If you are cooking? he is cuddling you from behind, kissing your neck and murmuring compliments in your ear every few seconds "Smells amazing, baby...but never as amazing as you..." "I love you so much...what did I do in a past life to deserve you..." and thousands more.
If you and Dean are having sex its always missionary or cowgirl. he loves to look at your face and hold you softly as he gives you pleasure you've never felt before. its his way of saying thank you for all the stuff you do for him. But Missionary is his all time favourite because he knows sometimes you just want to be under him, doing nothing but feeling the waves of love that he is pumping inside you.
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✦Read on aO3! - Series Masterlist - Babylon Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Part 7✦
✦pairing: Dean Winchester x female!reader✦
✦summary: you meet dean's parents✦
✦warnings/tags: friends to lovers, canon divergence, slow burn, angst, fluff, pining, action, implied smut, no use of y/n✦
✦author's note: i love a chapter that's just drama and smut and fluff✦
Dean had a whole plan.
He’d show up to the restaurant first. Alone, acting like everything was normal and ignoring Jess’ sharp glares. He’d hug Mom and Sammy, shake Dad’s hand, and act very normal and surprised when She showed up. He’d smirk and say it was nice to see Her again. Sammy would make some passing about Dean having a girlfriend now, and Dean would get to brag about how hot and cool she was, right to Her pretty, flushing face.
Sam would roll his eyes, and say—louder this time—that She had a boyfriend. Dean would tease Her about that too, grinning whenever she gave him that cute I’m going to strangle you, Winchester look. Dean would occupy the whole, long dinner with getting Her as antsy and bratty as he could. It would help him ignore Dad. Meant that, the moment the night was over, he’d be getting dragged back to the apartment to deal with Her.
He was worried he might’ve unleashed something on the world, by fucking Her. Maybe he’d gone too deep and hit some kind of magic girl button that turned them into sex monsters. He hadn’t been able to get out of bed until ten, yesterday, and that had only been because She had a class to go to.
“One more.” She’d whispered, sitting right on his chest. “Pleease-“
“Princess.” Dean had cut Her off with his best, sternest, I’m the boss look.
It didn’t have a very high success rate. He was getting worried it just made her more horny.
“You got class.” He’d squeezed Her hips, and she’d pouted at him like he was denying her water in the desert. “We’ve been goin’ all morning. You gotta eat, before I even think about round eight.”
She’d scoffed. “It would not be round eight-“
“Yeah. Would be.”
“You’re being dramatic-“
“Sweetheart.” Dean had given Her an amused look. “How many times have I made you cum?”
She’d flushed. She was a feral little succubus, but all Dean had to do was say cum or fuck or pussy and she’d turn back into an anxious, flustered puddle. Dean couldn’t tell if it was the hottest or cutest thing he’d ever seen.
“Give Little Dean thirty,” he’d murmured, pulling Her down for a slow, lazy kiss. “You’re gonna break him.”
Her nose had wrinkled, bumping against Dean’s. “They can’t break.”
“They can get squeezed out. Like an orange, baby. You’re milkin’ all my pulp-“
She’d whacked his chest, and Dean had laughed, rolling them over. He’d kissed Her into the mattress, and she’d gotten squirmy again. Looking up at Dean with fluttering lashes and parted lips, and goddamn him, better men had fallen to worse temptations.
At least this wasn’t a sin. She wasn’t a sin. Nothing that made Her look at Dean like that—like he was the sunrise and the sunset and the golden halos coming off streetlamps—could possibly be considered wrong. Dean was making his girl feel good. He rolled his cock through Her soft, tight heat, and She moaned, tossing her head back to expose her pretty, marked up neck.
Those were Dean’s bruises. His marks. She arched into his touch and clenched down on his dick and called his name as she came. She made the prettiest, high and breathy sounds, and only Dean pulled them out of her.
She smiled at him when they were done, and Dean could swear he had an angel below him. No one else could make such dirty things feel so pure.
“Last one.” He’d scolded Her after, and she giggled.
“Okay.”
Dean had raised his brows and chuckled. If he was putting money on it, they wouldn’t make it to the car before She was nosing around him again. Like an animal in heat.
He said as much to Her. She rolled Her eyes, and found a way to blame him.
“You’re too- You.” She’d sulked in the car.
“I’m too me? The hell does that mean?”
“You know what it means.”
“Baby, I swear I don’t got a clue.”
She’d made a sour face, and leaned against the window. Dean had sighed and reached over, slinging his arm around Her shoulders and tucking her back into his side.
“C’mon.” He’d kissed Her brow. “You know I’m not as smart as you, Princess. You gotta speak dummy for me-“
“You’re not dumb.” She’d slumped into his side, looking up at him with those impossible, bright eyes. “You’re just- You- You’re-“
“I’m?”
“Shut up-“
“Tell me what you mean-“
“I’m trying, but you keep- You keep being,” She’d whined, and Dean had blinked.
“I’m being?”
“Yeah.” She’d hidden Her face in his side. “It’s not fair.”
Dean had almost laughed. He still didn’t know what the hell that meant, but it had almost gotten them into round ten before he could park. She’d started giving him those eyes, and Dean had swallowed like a soldier being sent to the battlefield. At this rate, he was going to out of shooters by the end of the month.
He wasn’t sure if that was how it worked. He’d need to check, before he found out the bad way.
“When you get home, Princess.” He’d kissed Her furrowed brow, then her nose, then her angry little pout. “You can have whatever you want.”
She’d sighed dramatically, and Dean had smirked.
“It’s six hours, baby-“
“Too long.” She’d glared at him. Like it was his fault.
“Sorry.” He’d shrugged, a wide, dumb smile on his face. “I love you.”
“Hm.”
“C’mon.” Dean had kissed Her cheek. “Say it.”
She’d huffed, crawling closer to his side. Dean had smirked, and poked her sides. She’d jumped back with a shriek, but he’d caught her hand.
“Dean-“
“I love you.” He’d said again, squeezing her three times.
She’d sighed, giving him a pleading, hopeless, doe-like look. Dean had raised his brows.
“Baby, there’s no way you’re getting any cock until you behave-“
“I love you.” She’d grumbled, and Dean had smirked.
Maybe he was a little bit of a smug bastard about it. With the sight of Her, almost glowing in the sunlight, he didn’t think he could be blamed.
“Do you love me?’” She’d whispered.
Dean had snorted. “Jesus, woman.”
“I’m just- I’m asking-“
“I said it twice-“
“You didn’t say it back-“
“You didn’t say it back-“
“You won’t have sex with me!”
“In a public parking lot?” He’d given Her an incredulous look, and she’d scowled.
“No one’s around.”
Dean had laughed, and leaned over the seat. He’d kissed all over Her face, until she was nice and relaxed under him.
“Needy girl.” He’d teased, and God, she was hot when she glared at him. “I’m not gettin’ your pretty ass tossed in jail.”
“I’d live-“
“You’d hate it. They don’t let inmates have stuffed animals, and,” he’d kissed her lips, soft and swollen and all Dean’s. “You’re too sweet.”
“I am not sweet-“
“Yeah. You’re like pie, baby-“
“You think everything’s like pie-“
“I think all my favorite things are like pie.” Dean had corrected, brushing some hair from Her face.
He might’ve been a horrible man to leave Her like this. Panting and dazed, almost trembling under his hands. But if She missed her class, she’d get in a worse mood about that than Dean refusing to eat her out in the car.
“Am I your favorite?” She’d whispered, and Dean had smile.
“Course you are.” He’d kissed Her, and felt a million feet tall when she giggled. “My sweet, bossy girl.”
Somehow, he’d gotten Her out of the car after that. He’d waited until She vanished into the building—and maybe he’d been staring at Her ass, but no one could ever prove it—before pulling away. She still wasn’t confident, in what She wanted. But they were getting there. And Dean was having a hell of a time holding Her hand through it. He’d never understood boyfriends who just trailed after their girls like damn dogs. He still didn’t.
How the hell could they be acting like that, for anyone but Her?
She’d made him lunch. A pretty good sandwich, that Dean wolfed down between calls with his boss. He’d been doing some remote accounting work, just to prove he hadn’t ditched the job. He killed the afternoon driving around to some car shows and garages, looking for someone who might be willing to sell him something dirt-cheap. His pitch to his boss, to expand the business and justify him being out in California all the time. Her idea, and list of places, and specifically mapped routes for him to optimize his milage.
He followed Her guide to the T. She’d put effort into it, just for him. More effort than She put into some of her classes. More effort than She put into those papers she banged out in an hour, while Dean sat at Her feet and tried not to distract Her by staring.
She never got any less gorgeous. It didn’t matter if Her hair was a mess or her face was swollen with sleep. She was a goddess. The least Dean could do was worship.
Something he wouldn’t be allowed to do, around Sammy and Mom and Dad.
Dinner was going to suck.
Dean told Her the plan. She sighed, and dropped Her face into his shoulder.
“I can just not come,” She mumbled. “If it’s too much for you.”
“Nope. You’re coming, sweetheart.” He winked, kissing the back of Her hand. “At least twice, after we’re done.”
She shoved him, but smile. Dean felt a little lighter, than he had all day.
He knew they were going to love Her. Sammy already did, Mom had been obsessed with her for years—ever since Sam first came home talking about her, Mom had been ahead of Dean on understanding She was the best thing in the world—and Dad was going to go along with anything Mom told him to.
That’s what Dean was hanging onto. The thin, wired rope that was digging into his heart as it held it up. It was going to leave a red, angry mark, but at least everything wouldn’t drop into his stomach. Mom was going to love Her, so Dad would have to love Her. Dean didn’t matter, in this equation. He was just the asshole brother. Dad would give him shit, he’d take it, and none of it would even graze Her cheek.
But if Dad did try something, Dean would kill him.
She was too soft to deal with his tests. She had claws and teeth, She could take and deal swipes with a sneer, she could hold her ground with roots that Dad wouldn’t be able to tear up, but She was still so…
Her.
Kicking a kitten would get you bit, but you were still kicking a damn kitten. She shouldn’t have to be the strong, colder version of Her that Sam said existed in debate classes. The version that tipped Her chin off and looked like some untouchable, wrathful goddess. Dean thought that version Her was sexy. She didn’t need him to deal blows, when one sneer or glower would send a grown man to his knees.
But that just made Dean feel more important. When he’d get Her in his arms, and She’d turn into a bratty, giggling mess of nerves and smiles. He’d rip apart the Earth, to make sure She always felt safe enough to shed that exoskeleton at his side. Dean knew what Dad could say. What he could do. And it was one story for him to do it to Dean. Dean could deserve it sometimes.
She never deserved anything but love. Dean was on this planet to give it to Her. And as long as he was alive, it was all she was going to get.
“Is this good?” She poked Her head out of the bedroom, and Dean coughed, dropping his phone onto the carpet.
“Shit- Uh-“ Is this good. He almost laughed. “Jesus, Princess-“
“Is it too tight?” She frowned at the flared out skirt. “It’s too tight, isn’t it-“
“No- No.” Dean stretched out an arm. “’S not too tight. You look good.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Just good?”
Dean snorted, beckoning his hand. “Just c’mere, smartass.”
She sighed, but shuffled between his legs. She was already flushing. Good.
“Son of a bitch.” Dean traced the curve of Her hips, her ass, her thighs. She shivered when his fingers brushed sensitive skin, and Dean chuckled.
“Deeaan…” She breathed out, and he hummed, dipping his fingers under Her dress.
“You’re tryin’ to kill me,” he muttered, and She shook her head.
“Just- I want to make a good impression-“
“Why?” Dean teased, resting his chin on Her stomach. “You plannin’ on sticking around?”
She gave him a flat look, but there was nothing really angry in Her eyes. There never was. Not at Dean.
“What did I say,” he said, softer this time.
She sighed. “I know, but-“
“Ah.” Dean squeezed Her ass. “What did I say.”
Her nose wrinkled. Dean smiled. He had all the time in the world.
“Come on, baby girl,” he cooed, rubbing the back of Her thighs “You remember. What did I tell you.”
“That- They’re going to like me.”
“Hm. Think I said somethin’ else.”
“Dean-“
He said Her name back, a little mocking in that way that always made Her putty. She sighed, looking at him like this was causing Her pain. Dean knew She didn’t like open praise. If they had more time, he’d fuck Her into taking it properly, because that seemed to be a failsafe way to get the fact that he loved Her—more than anything, more than the earth loved to chase the sun, more than the moon loved to chase the earth, more than dogs loved to run after cars and cat loved to make him sneeze—through Her loud, brilliant head.
“They’ll love me.” She finally said, and Dean grinned.
“Hell yeah, they will.” He tugged Her down for a slow, long kiss, speaking against her lips. “You’ve got this, Princess.”
She hummed, and stopped ripping out her hair trying to look perfect. Dean thought She already looked perfect. Apparently, he didn’t understand hair and makeup and shoes, and his opinion was no longer valid when she was getting dressed for anything.
“You say I look hot in everything.”
“You do look hot in everything-“
“No, I don’t-“
“You can’t see yourself, I can.” Dean grinned at Her, pulling her right against his chest. “You’d look hot in a trash bag.”
She rolled her eyes, lips pulled into an exasperated smile. Dean grabbed Her chin, forcing her gaze. It softens the moment their eyes met. Her eyes always seemed to shine. He was never going to stop being hypnotized by it.
“I love you,” he muttered. “Wait ten minutes, then follow me to the restaurant.”
She nodded, leaning up on Her toes. Her eyes dropped to his lips, and Dean chuckled. For someone who’d been dragging him back to bed this morning, She couldn’t even ask him for a damn kiss.
Dean gave it to Her. He’d give Her anything.
“I love you too.” She mumbled, and Dean smiled.
“I know.”
He had to rip himself away. The plan. They had to stick to the plan.
Stupid fucking plan, that fell apart the moment he pulled up in a rental, and Sam and Jess were already there.
“Where’s the Impala?” Sam frowned, and Dean grimaced.
Son of a bitch.
“Yeah, Dean?” Jess glared at him. “Weren’t you on a cross-country road trip?”
“I was.” He muttered, returning the scowl. “Baby’s feeling the heat from it. I got a rental so she could take a rest.”
Sam snorted. “You’re giving your car a rest?”
“Yep. You gotta cherish them, Sammy. Otherwise they slip outta your hands.”
“It’s a car-“
“I’m not talkin’ about the car.” Dean winked, Sam gave him a flat look, and Jess sighed.
“That’s gross, dude.”
“What? Loving a woman is gross?” He clicked his tongue, grinning at Jess. “You sure you wanna stay with him?”
Jess rolled her eyes, ignoring the question. Dean laughed, and dodged Sammy’s shove. The rental car was entirely forgotten, as they made their way into the restaurant. First crisis of the night, dealt with like he was playing Go Fish. Easy.
“Mom and Dad are running behind.” Sam told him as they sat down. “Said something about the hotel.”
“What, wrong room?”
“I dunno. Maybe one of those secret charges, you know Dad hates those.”
Dean chuckled. “Or they found something dirty and Mom’s trying to squeeze fifty bucks outta them.”
“She is good at that.” Sam sighed, giving Jess an apologetic look. “She’s going to ask you if you like thrifting, by the way. I think I forgot about that one.”
“No, you told me.” Jess smiled at him, and Sam ran a hand over his face.
“Yeah, but- There was something I forgot-“
“You tell her about the horses?”
“Yeah, and the sports shit-“
“What about shooting?”
“He told me everything.” Jess reached over the table, taking Sammy’s hand. “I’m fine, babe. Really. I’ve got this.”
Sam sighed, and Dean raised his brows.
“You can shoot?”
“God, no.” Her lip curled, and Sam sighed.
“Dad will be fine with it, though. You’re from California, he can’t expect-“
Jess cut Sam off with Her name, and Dean sat a little taller. Just hearing it was like hearing a whistle, telling him to stand at attention. He really was no better than a damn dog.
“She can’t shoot.” Dean said, and Sam gave him a strange look.
“How do you know.”
Shit. “Uh- I’m just- I’m guessing. You know, not the type.”
Jess snorted, leaning back in her chair. “Well, you’re right. She can’t.”
“So why’d you-“
“She can throw knives.” Jess shrugged. “Taught me how, a few years ago.”
Dean swallowed. Of course She could throw a knife. It was like She’d been designed by the freaking universe to be his dream woman.
“Where is she, anyway?” Jess drawled, her glare fixed on Dean.
He shrugged. “Why would I know? Sammy, you told her what time we were meeting?”
Sam nodding, looking down to his phone. Dean ignored Jess’ pointed glower. She wasn’t going to actually say anything. She’d promised Her, and that was the most sacred kind of oath you could make.
“I thought I did,” Sam muttered. “But- Maybe she got distracted again.”
“Again?” Dean smirked, and Sam sighed.
“She gets really into something and forgets to look at the time. I used to set alarms for her all the time, sometimes I’d just call her- I dunno. She’s been better about it lately, but… Shit happens.”
Dean hummed an agreement, grinning at his water glass. Jess was glaring hard enough he could feel it.
“Maybe she’s with her boyfriend,” she hissed, and Dean gave her an amused look.
“Boyfriend?”
“You know about her boyfriend, Dean.” Sam shot him a sharp look. “And you shouldn’t care anyway. You have a girlfriend.”
“I do.” Dean drummed his fingers on the table. “She’s fuckin’ awesome.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she is.” Sam kept tapping on his phone. Jess cleared her throat.
“Sam, maybe you should go call her. Make sure she’s still coming.”
“She’s coming, she’s just a little late-“
“Maybe that boyfriend’s distracting her.” Dean hummed, grinning at Jess.
Her glare was getting withering. If Dean didn’t know it came from a place of care—about Her and Sammy, definitely not him—he might’ve started cowering under the table.
“Samuel.” Jess’ words were short. Clipped and unwavering. “Go call her.”
Sam nodded, kissed Jess’ cheek, and wandered away from the table. Dean braced himself, shooting Jess a lazy grin. She couldn’t kill him. It would ruin the whole night.
“You were supposed to tell him-“
“Right now?” Dean snorted. “Are you freakin’ crazy?”
“He needs to know, Dean, it’s- I don’t like keeping secrets from him-“
“Yeah, which is exactly why she didn’t tell you-“
“No.” Jess raised a firm finger. “You don’t get to hide behind your girlfriend for this one.”
Dean scoffed. “I am not hiding behind my girlfriend-“
“Yes, you are-“
“I’m not.” He ran a hand over his face, letting out a slow breath. “Look. We’re gonna tell him, alright-“
“You said that three days ago-“
“Yeah, well, that was before I found out my freakin’ parents were coming to town.”
Jess scowled, but didn’t push back. Dean didn’t know what Sam had told her, about Mom and Dad. From the slightly guilty look on her face, it had to be enough.
“As soon as they’re gone.” Dean dropped his voice, leaning over the table. “We’ll tell him. Swear it. But if he finds out now, it’s gonna mess him up. Mom and Dad are gonna notice, and this,” he waved his hand around the table. “Is gonna turn into a shitshow. Alright?”
For a moment, Dean and Jess just glared at each other. Dean had to hand it Sammy. He didn’t pick a pushover.
“Fine.” Jess finally muttered. “But remember, if you don’t tell him the day after they leave-“
“You’re gonna tell him yourself.” Dean finished. “I’ve got this handled. Don’t worry about it.”
Jess huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Don’t worry about it. How the fuck do I not worry about it, Dean, you’re fucking his best friend-“
“Dating. I’m dating his best friend.”
“And fucking her.”
Dean’s lips twitched. “She’s insatiable, Jess, ain’t my fault I give my girl what I want.”
Jess gagged, grabbing the table like she needed balance. She was fucking sitting down. Dean was about to mock her for it, when he heard a familiar, warm voice call his name. Jess’ eyes widened, fixed over his head. Dean took a deep breath.
Showtime.
He stood up slowly, throwing his shoulders back and putting a casual, easy smile on his face. He was barely on his feet before Mom was in his face, grabbing his cheeks and turning his around like he was eight and had been playing in the mud for too long again. He grunted, and behind him, Jess snorted.
“Oh, baby, you’re so big.” Mom beamed at him, pushing his head back to inspect his neck. “You haven’t shaved in a few days, do you have a razor? Do you need a razor? You can have your father’s, he’s not using it-“
“He ain’t gettin’ my razor, Mary.” Dad muttered, and Dean tensed.
He’d thought he’d been ready for it. Dad’s edged, cool gaze. The one Dean used to think he’d, one day, be able to read. That he’d look at it and realize that the whole time, there had always been a single ember of pride, that flickered whenever he looked at Dean.
If there was, he’d never learned to find it. And it certainly wasn’t there now.
“Son.” Dad grunted, and Dean nodded tightly.
“Sir.”
Dad hummed, scanning around the restaurant. Always scanning around everything. Looking for the flaw in where Sammy had brought them. The thing to complain about.
Dean was going to say this place was his idea. He didn’t care that it was Sammy’s, or that it was good. The second Dad asked why there were so many windows, Dean was taking the fall.
Mom hugged him tight. He hugged her back, and that was easier. The lady was crazy, but she was also Mom. The only thing Dean had never been able to forgive her for was loving Dad. Letting Dad be Dad. He’d never figured out how to hold that anger without it burning his hands.
Maybe he’d ask Her. His girl always knew how to do everything. She’d tell him what to be, and maybe it would be someone Dad was proud of. If Dad was going say he’d done good about anything, it was Her. She was the fucking best.
Dean sighed. “Ma, I’m the same size I was last time you saw me-“
“Hm.” She shook her head. “Are you sure?”
“He’s twenty-four, honey,” Dad drawled. “He can’t grow. Maybe he’s put on some weight.”
Mom titled her head, and Dean sighed. He might’ve put on a pound or two, but it was a lot of muscle from carrying Her around like the princess she was. If anything, he’d been doing nothing but cardio all week. He should’ve lost weight.
He couldn’t tell Mom that.
“Something’s different.” Mom muttered, crossing her arms.
Dean gave her a small grin. “You’re the one who said I’m not shaving.”
“You’re not.” Mom only looked more suspicious. “Why?”
Because She liked his stubble. She said She liked how pokey it was, because she was fucking bonkers, but Dean loved her more than breathing, so he was letting it grow a little. “I dunno. Wanted a change of pace.”
Mom didn’t look like she was buying it, but Dean didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to be selling her. Aside from the beard, he really hadn’t changed anything. He was even wearing the same damn boots and jacket she’d seen him in last.
“Where’s Sam.” Dad asked, and Dean sighed.
“Out calling his friend-“
Mom jumped in with Her name. Dean stood taller again.
He needed to get a grip. She wasn’t even freaking here yet.
“Is she coming tonight? Do we finally get to meet her?”
“Yeah, uh- She’s just running a little behind.” Dean glanced back to Jess, who was watching them with a silent, unreadable expression.
He gave her a questioning look, and she grimaced, looking over to the bathroom hall Sam had vanished down. Ideally, Sammy would’ve been back in time to introduce his girlfriend. Dean had to do freaking everything.
“This is Jess, though,” he gestured behind him, and Mom’s gaze snapped to the table. “Sammy’s-“
“Girlfriend!” Mom almost shrieked, and Dean winced, looking apologetically at the tables next to them.
Dad sighed, and placed a hand on Mom’s back. “Mary. Don’t scare her.”
“I’m not scaring her, I’m just- It’s so lovely to meet you, dear.” Mom rushed around the table. Jess had gone a little pale.
“You- You too, ma’am-“
“Oh, Mary is fine. Stand up, let me look at you.”
Jess listened—smart chick—and Mom started to inspect her like a prize horse. Next to Dean, Dad sighed.
Dean tensed. He hadn’t realized Dad was there.
“Where the hell is your brother.” Dad grunted, and Dean shrugged.
“I dunno-“
“You should know, Dean. You’re the reason he’s alone in California.”
Dean swallowed, staring down at his shoes. “Dad…”
“Go find him.” Dad didn’t even look at him. “Before your mother sends his girl running.”
“Yes, sir.”
Dad wandered over to Mom’s side, extending his hand to Jess. That was a good sign. When Dad didn’t like people, he wouldn’t even touch them. Dean jerked his head to the hallway, when Jess caught his eyes. She nodded, and mouthed come back fast. He’d try, but She and Sammy had been on the phone for a while. Maybe they were thinking of ditching him and Jess to fend for themselves.
“Sammy?” Dean called to the men’s bathroom. “You in here?”
“Dean?” Sam called back from a stall, and Dean frowned.
“Are you callin’ her on the toilet?”
Sam groaned. “Dude, no-“
“What the hell else am I supposed to think-“
“That I finished a few minutes ago and had to take a shit, Dean! Because that’s what happened!”
Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever. Mom and Dad are here.”
Something clattered on the floor.
“Shit-“ A toilet flushed, and Sammy shoved the stall door open, still fumbling with his belt. “And you left Jess with them?”
“Dad told me to go find you, what, was I supposed to take her into the freakin’ bathroom-“
“You’re supposed to tell Dad no, Dean!”
Dean grunted, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Easy for you to say.”
“Yeah, it is, because no is really easy to say-“
“Where is she?” Dean cut Sam off with Her name. He wasn’t in any mood for one of Sam’s morality lectures.
Sam sighed, running his hands up the water. “On her way. And I’m serious, man, you need to tell Dad no sometimes-“
“I do tell him no-“
“You really don’t-“
“You wanna argue with me, or go save your girl from Mom’s twenty questions game?”
Sam scowled, but dried his hands on his jeans and stomped past Dean to the door. Dean rolled his eyes, and followed after. At least She’d be here soon. And Dean might not be able to kiss Her, but just looking at his girl was always relaxing enough.
Mom and Dad seemed mostly focused on Sammy and Jess. They were the stars of the night. The golden son, the happy couple, the future Winchester. Dean was just table decoration. He swallowed most of his jokes—Mom was the only one who’d laugh at them anyway—and stuffed his face with fries, watching Jess get strung through the ringer. He’d feel worse about it, if she hadn’t been up his ass all week about telling Sammy.
“What’re you studying, honey?” Mom asked, leaning so far over the table Dean was worried she’d fall into her soup. “Sam told us you met in a science class, are you pre-med as well?”
“In a way.” Jess smiled, sweet and calm. “I’m on track for Nursing school.”
“Hm,” Dad raised his brows. “Not a lotta money in that. You gonna rely on Sam for the bills?”
Jess shook her head. “Sam and I split everything evenly.”
“And I’m happy to support her, Dad.” Sam added quickly. “It’s what you did, with Mom.”
“Your mother could’ve lived without me.”
“Romantic, John.”
“It’s the truth.” Dad gave Mom one of those rare, small smiles. The ones he reserved purely for Mary Winchester. That people never believed he was capable of, until they saw it themselves. “You would’ve fared just fine if my sorry ass never found you.”
Mom laughed softly. “I might’ve fared better.”
“Yeah? You would’ve married rich? Been happier?”
“I never would’ve been happier.” Mom smiled at Dad, placing her hand over his, and Dean gagged at Sam.
Mom definitely could’ve been happier. Sometimes, Dean wondered if Dad had love potioned her or something. It was the only logical explanation.
Although people might also wonder the same thing, when they saw Her with Dean. Son of a bitch, Dean didn’t know how he’d landed Her most days. She looked like She belonged in room with crystal chandeliers, wearing all lace and silk, having everyone bow whenever she so much as walked past. Dean was some idiot from Kansas with a lucky jawline. He must’ve made a deal with a devil he forgot about.
It was a thought he didn’t like. That one day he’d be sitting at a table just like this, and his own son would be wondering how the hell Dean landed Her. Christ, he hoped that his kids would look at them and know that She loved Dean because he was—at least always trying to be—a good man.
He wanted to be a good man. A better man than Dad. He checked his phone again, not sure what he was looking for. Probably a text from Her. He missed Her. He felt like a kid abandoned at the freaking airport, and this was his family. He hated to think of how pathetic he was going to be when She left him alone at parties.
And like Dad could read Dean’s mind—always knowing the exact damn thing that he was worrying about, that was going to set him on edge—he said Her name.
“I’m startin’ to think she ain’t real, Sam,” he said, taking a long drink.
Sam sighed. “She’s real, Dad-“
“You sure? For a real girl, I sure can’t see her.”
“She’s running late-“
“Dean’s met her.” Jess cut in, and everyone looked at him.
Son of a bitch. Dean glared at Jess, and she smirked with the gleam in her eyes of someone who was playing a game they couldn’t lose.
“You did?” Mom frowned. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“I- Uh-“ Dean tried to chew faster. “Y’know- Uh-“
Dad sighed. “He’s not gonna tell you everything, Mary-“
“But he promised me he’d tell me if he ever met her.”
Dean choked on his fry. He’d forgotten about that. He’d just sort of seen Her, had the whole world narrow down, and realized the only name he was ever going to need to know was Her’s.
“You promised what, Dean?” Sammy snapped, and great. Now everyone was pissed at him.
“Well, we thought you’d end up with her.” Mom shrugged, before going red and grabbing Jess’ hand. “Of course, I’m thrilled he’s with you, honey, it’s just- We spent almost two years hearing about her-“
“No, it’s fine.” Jess gave her a small smile. “She’s my friend too. She’s the best, isn’t she, Dean.”
Dean grunted, glaring at his fries. Of course She was. But he was only supposed to have met Her once, so he couldn’t agree without Sammy making it a whole thing.
“I’m still doubtin’ she’s real,” Dad muttered, and Dean couldn’t help his disgruntled sound.
“She’s real, Dad. Trust me.”
Dad scoffed. “Really? Then where the hell is she? It ain’t polite to be so late.”
Dean’s phone buzzed. He snapped his mouth shut, and read her message under the table. Good timing. He’d been seconds from snapping at Dad that she was polite to a fault. She said thank you to Siri. Dean had to hold the door open, because if she did they’d spend hours just letting people go past them. It had taken Dean months to make her stop apologizing to people that bumped into her.
Even Her text was polite.
De.
Dean.
Dean, I’m lost.
Sam didn’t send me the address.
Dean can you please help me.
Dean’s lips twitched. Maybe the spamming wasn’t polite, but he liked it. Just like he liked how mouthy She got with him. She wasn’t afraid of spooking him off, because he’d proved he could take it. He texted Her the address, then added you want me to stand outside?
Her response was immediate.
No, thank you.
I’ll see you soon.
I love you.
Dean grinned, so wide it hurt his face. Love you too, Princess.
Little bubbles formed, and disappeared, and formed and disappeared. He could imagine Her, fidgeting in the car and flushing.
For good measure, he added Get here fast. I miss you.
The bubbles vanished. Dean smirked, and tucked his phone back in his jeans. If he hadn’t told her to move, they would’ve been waiting another half hour while she tried to flirt back. She was horrible at it. Dean loved Her so much.
“What’re you smiling at, Dean,” Dad said, brow knit in suspicion, and Dean shrugged.
“Charlie. Sent me a funny cat meme.”
“Oh!” Mom sat up. “How is she? She always seemed so nice-“
“You fuckin’ her?”
“John-“
“I know him, Mary,” Dad muttered, still eyeing Dean. “He doesn’t grin like that unless he’s got some girl on the side.”
Dean sighed. At least they were doing this now. Before She showed up. “Charlie’s gay, Dad. And I don’t have anyone on the side.”
“Yeah, he says he’s an honest man now.” Sam smirked at him, and Dean’s jaw tightened.
“Sammy,” he pushed the words through his teeth. “Shut the hell up.”
“Why, you don’t want Mom and Dad to know about your secret girlfriend?” Sam raised his brows, and Dean was going to kick his Bigfoot ass.
“Sam-“
“Secret girlfriend?” Mom looked like a fucking hawk. Dean was doomed. “You have a secret girlfriend?”
“Not a fuckin’ secret now,” Dean grunted, and Sam shrugged.
“That’s probably who he was texting.”
“Yeah,” Jess muttered. “I bet it was.”
Dean shot her a warning look—this was bad enough as it was—and she gave him a fuck off look.
“Dean, honey, why didn’t you tell me you had a girlfriend-“
“’Cause she’s a secret.” Dad was glowering so hard, Dean thought it might burn through him. “What’s wrong with her?”
Dean’s hands fisted. “Nothing’s wrong with her.” She’s perfect. “We’re just- We haven’t been together that long, we’re still working it out-“
“They’re long distance.” Sam said loudly. “And they’ve been together a while. He shares his location with her.”
“She worries about me.” I worry about her. “It’s not a big fuckin’ deal-“
“Yeah, it is, you just don’t want Mom and Dad to know-“
“I didn’t want you to know, bitch-“
“Hey.” Mom pointed at Dean, and he slumped back. “No name calling at dinner, Dean Winchester.”
“Sorry, Ma.”
“Hm,” she gave him a strange look. “You can apologize by telling me about your girlfriend.”
Dean sighed, running a hand over his face. “Ain’t tonight supposed to be about Sammy and Jess-“
“It can be about two things.”
“Ma-“
Sam shouted Her name, and for a second, Dean thought he was going to throw up. He’d figured it out, how the hell did he figure it out-
“Hi, Sam.”
Oh.
Her musical, elegant voice floated from behind him, and Dean’s whole body relaxed. She was just here. Finally. Thank God.
Dean twisted around, and he got lucky. Mom and Dad were too busy staring at Her to notice his grip going white on the back of the seat, his face going slack, his eyes damn near bulging out of his head like a cartoon. If he was in Bugs Bunny, he was sure his heart would be pounding out of his chest. She was perfect. So fucking perfect. She was wearing the dress they’d talked about, and Dean wanted to rip it off Her with his teeth. Even in the fancy place Sammy had found for them, She stood out like the Mona Lisa in a garbage dump.
Mom shot out of her chair, and Dean understood what people meant when they said he had her smile. That was exactly how he smiled, when he saw his girl. Like he was a peasant, and the Queen had just offered him a glimpse of Her glory.
She looked like a scared deer, as Mom charged at Her. Dean gripped his chair tighter, fighting the instinct to rush to her side. Her eyes darted to his, and She smiled. Dean grinned back, shooting her a wink. She flushed, and he bit down his laugh.
Mom grabbed Her face, and she went ridged. Shit.
Dean shot to his feet, half a second before Sam did.
“Ma, don’t scare her-“
“Mom, just-“
Sam and Dean both cut themselves off. Dean tensed, as Sam gave him a strange look. Dad cleared his throat, still sitting down.
“Mary.”
“Hm?”
“What’d we say.”
Mom sighed, and took a step back, still smiling at Her. She smoothed Her dress, still smiling so nervously. That little wrinkle in Her brow was back. Dean wanted to soothe it, kiss Her, and remind her that everything was fine. They were really going to love Her. It was all going to be fine.
“Look at you.” Mom breathed, and Dean drummed his fingers on the chair. “Sam never mentioned how gorgeous you were.”
She smiled shyly, and Sam sighed.
“Yeah. ‘Cause that would’ve been weird.”
“It’s not weird to notice beauty, Samuel,” Jess teased, patting his arm. “I would’ve told them, if they asked.”
“That’s ‘cause she’s prettier than Sammy.” Dean said, before he could stop himself.
Sam shot him another look, and Jess just snorted. Dean was lucky again. Mom and Dad were too entranced by Her to notice their conversation.
“Oh, sit, sit.” Mom pulled out the chair next to Dean—and maybe he’d been sure it was empty, but no one had to worry about that—and guided Her to the table. “This is John, Sam’s father, and- Dean tells me you’ve met already-“
“Once or twice.” Dean smirked up at Her. “Hey, Princess.”
“Hi- De. Dean.” She corrected Herself with another pretty flush. Dean was worried She might give herself a fever. “Hi, Dean.”
“Hey.” He echoed. “Nice dress.”
She looked like She was going to stab him. It was pretty hot.
“Somethin’ hold you up, kid?” Dad asked Her, and Dean’s shoulders squared. He was already leaning forward, trying to block Her from Dad’s view.
This was going to be a long night.
“Sam forgot to send me the address.” She smiled apologetically. “But Jess sent it after. I’m really sorry I’m late, I should’ve asked her sooner-“
“Oh, it’s fine.” Mom was still smiling at Her like she was made of gold. Dean was worried he might be about to have his girlfriend poached. “So, you’re an artist? Sam’s said you’re an artist.”
“I’m trying to be.” She smiled, unfolding her napkin in her lap. Dad’s eyes narrowed.
“Ain’t a lot of money in that, either-“
“Which is why I’m a double major.” She said smoothly. “Art and Zoology. There are some academic jobs in Zoology that actually pay really well. Over 100K.”
Mom looked more in love with her every second. “Oh, Zoology? What made you want to do that?”
“I like animals.”
Dean snorted. That was an understatement. Dad gave him a look.
“You got something to say, son?”
“Nope. Nothing.” Dean grinned at Her. “You like animals?”
She raised Her chin, holding his teasing gaze. “Yeah. I do.”
“What’s your favorite animal, sweetheart.”
Her scowl was more dangerous than anyone else’s. Dean had never been less worried about it. He could almost hear Her in his head, hissing you know perfectly well what my favorite animals are, Winchester.
“Sweetheart?” Mom echoed, and now Dean was worried.
Shit. He shouldn’t have sat next to Her. The sheer urge to make Her giggle and roll her eyes at him was too powerful. He couldn’t be trusted with it.
“Dean calls everyone sweetheart,” Jess said easily, and if Sam didn’t marry her, Dean was going to curb stomp him. “Last time we went to a diner, the waitress convinced herself they were getting married.”
Mom seemed satisfied with that answer, murmuring something about how he’d always been a charmer. He hadn’t. He’d just always been a cocky ass, which was probably why Dad and Sam weren’t buying it.
“I don’t go around calling other women sweetheart, Dean.” Dad gave him a stern look. “Not since I met your mother.”
“Yeah, I know-“
“You got a woman waiting at home. You should respect her.”
“Dad’s right.” Sam said, before Dean could even freakin’ defend himself. “I don’t flirt with other girls, dude.”
Dean wondered, if he ran fast enough into traffic, someone would hit him with their car and put him out of this misery.
He couldn’t. That would be leaving Her, trying to act cool and bored, but picking Her fingers bloody under the table. Making sure Dad couldn’t see, Dean reached over and grabbed Her hand. She blinked at him in his periphery, but he didn’t let himself turn his head. Too dangerous. He’d get blinded and start drooling like a dumbass.
“You don’t flirt ‘cause you don’t know how.” Dean shot at Sam, who scowled.
“Well, at least I’m loyal-“
“I’m loyal-“
“Really? Because it looks like you-“
“I said one fuckin’ word, it’s not like I’m trying to-“
She squeezed Dean’s hand three times. Tight. Grounding. He took a deep breath, cutting himself off, and swallowed.
“I love my girl.” Dean muttered, glaring at Sam, rubbing the back of Her hand under the table. “So shut up.”
A heavy silence settled over the table, and Dean kicked his own gut up to his throat. He always did this. He said the wrong shit, and everyone got annoyed. She was probably annoyed. If Dean had just kept his mouth shut, nothing would’ve happened, and he wouldn’t be sleeping on the couch tonight-
“You have a girlfriend?” She asked softly, and Dean looked at Her.
Another instinct he couldn’t avoid. Another stupid choice. It knocked him straight in the gut, every single time he saw Her. It was like She got more beautiful, absorbing the candlelight and flower arrangements, casting it all around like on of those crystal things. Dean couldn’t remember what they were called. She’d told him before. He’d ask Her again later.
“Yeah. I do.”
She hummed, and Dad cleared his throat.
“Your girl got a name, Dean?”
Dean sighed. Son of a bitch. “Yeah. She does.”
“You gonna share?”
“No.”
Dad gave him a sharp look, and Dean held it. He could whatever the hell he wanted, just to Dean. She’d given him a talk about lying well, after the phone call incident. Less was more. Dad wasn’t getting Her name. Not even a fake one.
“She lives in LA.” Sam said, unhelpfully, and Mom gasped.
“Really? Oh, honey, we should go visit her after this-“
“Ma, no.”
“Why not? If you love her, you must want her to be a part of your life, our lives-“
“She is a part of my life.” Dean squeezed Her hand three times. “You still can’t meet her.”
Mom made a displeased noise, looking back to Sam. “What else do you know about her, Samuel?”
Sam sighed, real dramatically for someone who was avoiding the Mom and Dad treatment at his own damn dinner. “That’s it. He’s been a jerk about it.”
Dean flipped him off, and Sam stuck out his tongue.
And this wasn’t as bad as Dean had worried about. For a bit, Mom’s focused honed in on Sam, it was all questions about that. What they were doing after graduation, what Jess’ family was like, what kind of childhood she’d had. Mom and Dad asked all the questions they’d expected. Horses, sports, shooting. Jess answered them smoothly. Dean wished she’d stop pushing them about the whole telling Sam thing. He missed just being able to like her.
“I taught Dean to shoot when he was eight.” Dad muttered proudly, and Dean exchanged a look with Sam.
Dad didn’t care that Dean had been a natural shot. Not in the sense that Dean had done something. All that pride, the ruffle of Dean’s hair when it had happened and the misty look in Dad’s eyes when he told the story, it never amounted to much when it mattered.
“Taught Sammy when he was twelve.” Dad frowned. “He was always softer.”
Dean sighed, and Sam glared at his plate. Sam was far from soft. He’d been practicing with the gun behind Dad’s back for years. Dean had helped him, whenever Dad had a poker night. The kid hadn’t been a natural, but he could do shit that Dean never bothered to learn. Sam was the one who’d asked to go on the hunting trips. Dean had gone because he was supposed to. Neither of them had managed to kill anything. The animals always felt like they were looking right at him, and he couldn’t stomach it.
That had paid off, when She’d found out Dean had gone hunting. He’d told Her that he hated it, and she’d ran her fingers through his hair with a soft smile. She’d looked at Dean like he was some hero. Christ, he was pretty sure she’d help him bury a body if he needed Her to, but killing an animal? She’d never look at him again.
“My parents never even let me see a gun.” Jess shrugged. “But,” she said Her name, and She froze. “She taught me how to throw knives.”
Mom gave Her a curious look. “Knives? That’s an interesting skill.”
“Maybe she was in the circus.” Dad said, disinterested, and Mom waved him off.
“Don’t listen to him. Unless- Were you in the circus?”
Sam sighed. “Mom-“
“What? Those people, the acrobats? They’re beautiful!”
“You’re calling her a carny, Ma.” Dean said, low and careful. “Just say she’s pretty.”
“Well, she is pretty, but I’m not calling her that-“
“It’s okay.” She smiled, spinning Her fork between her fingers. “My dad was actually a hunter himself. Or- His family was. He works on cars now.”
That got Dad’s attention. “Cars, huh?”
“Yep.” She took a large bite of Her dinner, and Dad grunted.
“He work in a shop?”
“He runs a yard.”
“And he taught you how to throw knives?”
“I taught me how to throw knives.” She shrugged. “Because I hated guns.”
Dad narrowed his eyes, and She smiled, bored and amused. This was the version of her Dean rarely saw. The one that made everyone respect Her so much, that Sam said had made her almost unapproachable by everyone else.
Dean had always understood that. Hell, he’d almost been scared to approach Her that first day. She was so beautiful it terrified him. With that icy glare and regal expression, She seemed untouchable.
Sam cleared his throat, trying to ease the tension at the table. “Have you told your Dad about your boyfriend, yet?”
She gave Sam a truly poisonous glare, and he winced. She was a whole lot scarier than Dean. He was surprised Sammy didn’t try to make a break for it.
“Boyfriend?” Mom latched onto it. Dean didn’t know what the hell Sam had expected. “Sam didn’t tell us you have a boyfriend.”
She laughed softly. Not the tiny, sweet giggle Dean usually heard. The siren-like, thinly coated wrath that meant someone—Sam—was in trouble later.
“That’s because he’s not supposed to know either.”
“Oh, fantastic.” Dad snorted. “Another secret partner.”
She shot Dad a look, and Dean cleared his throat.
“Ain’t our faults Sammy sticks his nose in everything.”
“I don’t-“
“Babe.” Jess gave him a dry smile. “You do.”
Sam scowled, glaring at his pasta. “They deserve it.”
“I know. But you do.” She kissed his cheek. “I think it’s endearing.”
“Yeah, because you’re nosy too.” She said to Jess, who shrugged.
“It’s not my fault you’re horrible at hiding your relationship.”
She looked right at Dean, after she said it. His brow knit, and he glanced at Mom. She hadn’t caught it. Another stroke of luck.
“Your boyfriend, is he near you?”
She nodded. “He’s here.”
Jess rolled her eyes. Dean wished he could kick her under the table without risking hitting Sam.
“She’s obsessed with him.” Sam muttered, and maybe Dean should kick him. “He baked her cupcakes, and she never shuts up about him-“
“I shut up about him! You just never stop asking-“
“Yeah, because I want, like, his name,” Sam said Her name with a flat look. “Instead you tell me about how hot he is for twenty minutes.”
She flushed, and Dean’s grip on his fork tightened. There was a sour taste, in the back of his mouth. His hands were itching to grab Her.
“If this guy isn’t a genius, I’m never trusting you again.”
“He is a genius-“
“Yeah? What does he do?”
“He’s a businessman and an engineer.” She snapped, and Dean’s lip curled. “And he can bake and cook. You can’t bake or cook.”
“More to a man than baking and cooking.” Dad muttered, and She shot him a glare.
“Well, he’s also strong. He can carry me with one arm, and he’s sweet and funny and- And he always brings me things, and he listens, and-” She looked back to Sam. “He’s amazing. I get to talk about him.”
Dean glowered at his plate. That sour feeling was seeping down, right into his lungs and heartbeat. Stupid fake version of him, being so cool and good to Her. Dean made her laugh. He brought her gifts, and memorized every word out of Her holy mouth. He could cook. He could bake. This guy wasn’t freakin’ better than Dean was. Dean was real. He could pick her up, if She wanted to be picked up. He had picked Her up. Before they’d come to dinner, Dean had wrapped an arm around Her stomach when she tried to get away from him, and hauled Her pretty ass back to bed. She’d been thrilled, because She loved Dean, not this fake son of a bitch-
“You okay, honey?” Mom said, reaching around Dean to touch his fisted hand.
He coughed, and nodded. “Yeah. I’m great.”
Jess said Her name, looking smugly at Dean. “Her boyfriend sounds cool, doesn’t he.”
Dean scowled. “Yeah. He sounds great.”
He sounded bitter. He sounded pathetic. She was just making him sound that great to throw Mom and Sammy off the scent. That wasn’t really what She wanted. She wanted Dean. She loved Dean. She loved Dean-
“He is great.” She bumped their knees under the table, looking down at Her plate. “He’s perfect.”
Dean watched Her lips worry, and the spikes that had been flaring around his heart relaxed. “Perfect, huh?”
“Mhm.”
Mom clapped her hands. “Oh, you should let us meet him-“
“She’s not our kid, Mary-“
“She’s a like a sister to me, Dad.” Sam’s voice was measured, but firm. Dad gave him an almost amused look, and he chuckled, looking back to his salad.
He just dropped it. He only ever did that for Sam.
“I’d love to meet him.” Mom continued, like nothing had even happened. “I’m sure we’d love him. Right, Sam? Look at how happy he makes her, you’re going to love him.”
Sam sighed, deflating slightly. “Yeah. I will.”
Jess was staring at Dean again. He took a long sip of his water, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. Like it was the most interesting thing in the damn world.
“Dean, what did you say your girlfriend does?”
“She’s studyin’ right now.” Dean set down his glass. “Nannies on the side, but once she graduated- Oof-“
She’d stomped on his foot, under the table, and Dean’s fist slammed near his glass.
“Son of a- What-“
“Hm?” She gave him an innocent smile, and Dean scowled.
He wanted to kiss that look off Her face. There was some hair falling in front of Her eyes that he could brush away first, that always got her-
“You’re dating a student, Dean?” Dad said, and Dean grimaced.
Oh. Shit.
“And she’s my age.” Sam said, and he was back on the getting punched list.
“She’s a year older than you.” Was all Dean had to defend himself.
“So she’s Jess’ age.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t dating Jess-“
“Thank God.” Jess muttered, and Dean scowled.
“I’m happy without you too, blondie-“
“Dean, don’t be a dick-“
“It’s okay.” Jess put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I think it means he likes me, if he’s being an ass.”
Mom and Dad laughed at that, and Dean slumped into his seat.
She reached a hand under the table, rubbing his knee gently. Dean glanced up, and found Her smiling at him with those pretty, bright eyes. Always shining like stars. Always reminding him that he was home.
“I’m a delight to date.” He muttered, low enough that only She’d hear.
She giggled, and for the first time that night, Dean saw Her relax. “I know, De.”
The laughter died down, but while they were all occupied, Dean grabbed Her hand under the table. He held onto it, even as the conversation moved on. Mom was back to interrogating Jess anyway. No one cared what Dean was doing.
Mom talked Dad into dessert, and Dean was thankful. He’d taken Her here once, for a date. They had really good pie, and the fancy ice cream that She loved-
“Dean, honey,” Mom said, and Dean’s head snapped up. “I think I forgot my perfume in the car, can you come help me get it?”
Dean nodded, moving to his feet, and Dad sighed.
“Dinner’s almost over. You smell good, sweetheart-“
“I want to smell better,” Mom snipped, running her fingers through Dad’s hair. “Would you rather I walk out alone?”
Dad scowled, and shot Dean a very stern be fast look. Dean would try. He’d sworn he wouldn’t leave Her alone with Dad, and now he was, and he was horrible, shitty boyfriend, and-
“You want pie, Dean?” She smiled at him, and Dean’s lips twitched.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
Dean turned, and Mom was looking between them with a strange expression. He gave her a questioning look, and she smiled, slipping back into her Mom face.
“California has such good weather.” She said as they walked outside, and Dean hummed, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“It’s nice. Always a beach day, you know?”
“You’ve gone to the beach up here?”
“Few times. Once with Sammy, then with my girl.”
Dean smiled at the air. Last time he’d taken Her, she’d made him walk for three hours so they could find cool rocks and hermit crabs. The sun had set, making the sky all kinds of pinks and purples and golds. She’d looked like a mermaid, come up from the deepest parts of the ocean to hold Dean’s hand and make him carry all Her seashells. It was one of the best nights of his life.
Next to him, Mom hummed Her name. “She’s something, isn’t she.”
Dean chuckled. “Yeah. She is.”
“When did Sam introduce you?”
“’Bout two years ago. Little less.”
“You talk often?”
Dean shrugged. They’d reached the car, but Mom wasn’t unlocking it. She was just watching Dean.
“I mean-“ He scratched the back of his neck. “I see her when I see her, Ma-“
“She knows you like pie.”
“Everyone knows I like pie, that’s like me knowin’ she likes animals-“
“So you know she likes animals.”
“It was one of the first things she ever told me, ‘course I know it, everyone knows it- You know it, and all you did was have dinner with her-“
“Dean Adam Winchester.” Mom raised her chin, and Dean swallow. “Where’s your girlfriend.”
Dean sighed. Not this again. “Look, I can still have friends who are girls when I got a girlfriend-“
“Where is your girlfriend.” Mom repeated, and Dean winced.
“She’s- Uh- She’s in LA-“
“Where in LA-“
“I dunno-“
“Sam said you share your locations.”
“Yeah, but- I’m not lookin’ at my phone-“
“So look at your phone.” Mom nodded to his pants.
Shit. “I, uh- I’m pretty sure she’s just at her apartment, actually-“
“You should check. In case she’s not.”
Dean could not check. It would give the whole thing up. “Ma, I- I’m not- I’m not worried about it-“
“I know you’re not.” Mom said, holding Dean’s gaze. “You know where she is, don’t you. I raised you to respect women, Dean-“’
“I do respect her- I- Christ, she wouldn’t have looked at me twice if I didn’t-“
Mom laughed. “Oh, I believe that. She is something.”
Oh.
No.
“Ma…” Dean muttered, and Mom just raised her brows.
“You know where she is, don’t you, Dean. Because I know too.”
“It’s- Just- Hold on-“
“She’s in there, sitting next to Jessica and your father.” Mom nodded to the restaurant, and Dean bowed his head.
They hadn’t even lasted one dinner.
“How’d you know.” He muttered, and Mom laughed.
“I know you, honey.” She rubbed Dean’s arm gently. “I’m honestly a bit more shocked your brother hasn’t seen it. Doesn’t he talk to her every day?”
Dean laughed, a bit out of breath. “Yeah, he does.”
“And he hasn’t gone blind, since moving out here?”
“No. I think-“ Dean swallowed. “Think he just- He told me not to ask her out,” he muttered. “Forbade me, actually. Like he was her freakin’ father or something, but- I didn’t just ignore him, Mom. I didn’t. She just…”
He bit back the words he couldn’t even find. They stung, and there was already a burn behind his eyes. Mom sighed, giving him a sad smile.
“You love her a lot, don’t you.”
Dean nodded, gritting his teeth, and Mom hummed.
“I like her.”
“Yeah?” He rasped, and she nodded.
“I always hoped you’d find someone who liked your heart, honey.”
“Mom-“
“She loves you.” Mom said, and Dean’s lips twitched.
“I think I wanna- I don’t-“ He cleared his throat. “You ever look at dad and wonder how you ever woke up without him?”
Mom laughed. “All the time.”
And Dean still didn’t understand that. Dad was Dad. Dean had only dodged the harder conversation because She and Jess were there, and Dad didn’t like to air out laundry. When they said goodnight, Dean narrowly avoided his dragging them aside to fight by offering to walk Her to the car. She agreed with a tiny smile. If Sam thought anything of it, he was too busy trying to stop Mom from asking Jess about if they were going to get married.
But Dad glared at them the whole way out. Dean fisted and unfisted his hand at his side. He opened the door for Her, and she smiled up at him. That same, adoring smile that made Dean feel like he’d made the whole world in Her name.
He wished he could. Wouldn’t that be something. Her name, engraved under the earth and onto the roots of trees. Being sung in the deepest parts of the ocean, and embedded into the gates of Heaven. It still wouldn’t be enough. Dean could put his love for Her into the core of every star, and he’d still have to open doors and kiss Her nose and bring her books. Worship wasn’t a one and done type deal. Mom went to Church every day. Dean had his own alter to tend to, and it was bigger than any galaxy in that infinite night sky above them.
Dean could feel Dad’s stare. He ignored it, and walked after Her.
“My Mom adored you,” he murmured, once they were shrouded in shadows. “Think she might love you more than me, now.”
She laughed, shaking Her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious. She, uh-“ He coughed, glancing over his shoulder. “She kinda picked up on us.”
She froze, looking slowly up at Dean. He gave Her a winning grin. She didn’t balk.
“On us what,” She hissed, and Dean sighed.
“Uh… Us. Us-ing.”
“Us-ing?”
“Bein’, y’know.” Dean tried his smile again. “Basically freakin’ soulmates.”
She softened a little, but that might just have been the panic. “Oh- Oh god-“
“It’s okay, Princess-“
“No, it’s not!” She was working Herself up, brow furrowed and lips pouted. “Your Dad- He doesn’t like me-“
“He liked you, he’s just-“
“And Sam- She’s going to tell Sam-“
“She promised she wouldn’t-“
“How did she know, I- I was so careful-“
“I know you were, baby, but she liked you-“
“Not enough!” She shrieked. “I- I had a whole plan, we were going to tell Sam, then- Then you were going to reintroduce me, and they- They’d like me more-“
“Princess-“
“Fuck, I should’ve worn something different. I- I- Should’ve- My hair, and- God, I wore the sex perfume-“
Dean blinked. “Sex perfume?”
She ignored him. “I- I’m a whore, they’re going to think I’m a whore-“
“Alright.” Dean grunted. “That’s enough.”
Dean wrapped an arm around Her waist and clamped a hand over her mouth. She looked up at him with blown out, confused eyes, and he gave Her a stern look.
“You are not a whore.” He muttered, running his thumb down Her nose. Her eyes fluttered, going a little more glazed. “They liked you a lot, I love you,” he kissed the space between Her eyes, and she sighed into his hand. “So much that it doesn’t freakin’ matter anyway.”
She made a displeased noise, glaring up at him, and Dean chuckled.
“I know, Princess. But no one shit talks my girl. Not even you.”
That worked a wonder. She melted into him, pressing Her face into his chest, and Dean swayed them slowly back and forth.
“Maybe next time don’t sell me like I’m Jesus.” He murmured when She’d finally relaxed.
She leaned back with an adorably confused expression. “What?”
“I’m a genius?” Dean laughed. “C’mon, sweetheart-“
“You are a genius.”
“Yeah, alright-“
“You are.” She snapped, and Dean raised his brows.
He said Her name carefully, and she shoved his chest.
“You are a genius, Dean. I’m not a liar.” She sounded more pissed than anything else, Dean’s lips twitched.
“Yeah, baby? You sure I didn’t scramble your brains this morning?”
She rolled Her eyes, and Dean ducked down to kiss her neck. She wove Her fingers through his hair, holding on even as she grumbled in his ear.
“You are-“
“I know.” Dean smiled against Her skin. “Bossy girl.”
She hummed, and Dean nipped at Her throat. They’d have to move soon. He’d take off first—couldn’t let Dad see the rental—and She’d follow. Once they were alone, Dean would show Her was kinda genius he really was.
The one that made Her cum over and over and over, until She was too boneless and cockdrunk to remember to overthink.
She grabbed Dean’s face, pulling it back slowly. Dean smiled at Her, and she let out a slow, long breath.
“They’re gonna come out soon, baby-“
“Do you wanna meet my dad?”
Dean’s jaw fell open, and She flushed.
“I just- I met your parents. And your mom knows, and my dad is coming for graduation, and-“
Dean kissed Her. Long and hard. It was always the best way to shut her up.
“Yeah,” he said, pressing another, softer kiss. “I’d love to, baby.”
She smiled, pushing up to chase Dean’s mouth, and he laughed. They stumbled back until She was pressed to the car. Dean deepened the kiss, and Her leg hiked on his hip. Her dress was riding up. Dean pressed closer, blocking Her inner thigh from anyone else’s view.
“You gonna oversell me again, Princess?” He rasped, when they finally pulled away.
She shook Her head, playing with the collar of his shirt. “That’s not possible.”
Dean shook his head, but damn him, he believed Her. Nothing She was saying could ever be wrong.
And Dean was going to spend the rest of his life, making sure no one ever questioned Her. She’d never say this is my husband and have people wonder how. Dean would live on his knees, if that’s where she asked him to stay.
But they got home, and She threw herself into Dean’s arms.
So he’d stay on his feet and at Her side, always. And all the way down.
✦Part 9✦
✦End note: dean when wife ✦
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i LOVE that dnp talk about sex and make jokes about sex and model a healthy adult relationship that happens to include sex
Phil has mentioned on a few separate occasions now how when he came out to his friends in uni some of them were like 'thats cool man but dont talk about gay sex because thats gross' and how much that really hurt him because his feelings and experiences are valid, too. He should be able to talk about it and joke about it and have friends who treat him the same as anyone else
I just think it's really fucking insulting and gross to openly say that dnp need to go back to censoring themselves and hiding a huge part of their lives and relationship because it makes some people feel icky to hear it. Like, this is a real bean soup situation. Maybe the new era isn't for everyone, but that's not on dnp to address
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