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rogue locks [2]

AUBearded/longhaired!Dean x female reader

The one where you are Dean's f**k buddy...or something like that.

This will be a short fic, but I'll do it in parts to see how y'all like it.

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Part One | Masterlist

Dean doesn’t go out that night. He comes back from work and picks a movie on HBO. He doesn’t really care what it is about. He checks his phone. Why does he check his phone? He isn’t expecting a text…or a call…or anything…is he? He falls asleep during the movie; he never really knew what it was about.

He’s woken up by his phone ringing but he doesn’t even check who’s calling. He sits up on the couch and clears his throat at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, what’s up?” He says, nonchalantly—he thinks.

“Not much, are you home?” You ask, straight to the point.

“Uh, yeah, but it’s…” He looks at his phone. “10 PM, I thought you’d be with your friends.”

“Same here, but then nannies cancelled, partners called, and now I’m waiting for a cab making a booty call.” He chuckles.

“Well, you’re always welcome in this house.” His already deeper voice makes your insides twitch and your lips pull up in a smile.

“I’ll be there in 20.”

“20? Where the hell did you go?”

“This fancy stupid restaurant they picked because they think I make as much money as they do.” He chuckles again.

“Please, hurry.” The smile his voice always provokes on you is hard to fight, but of course you’ll never let him know.

Dean rushes to the bathroom to take a shower and get changed. He picks a random outfit; after all, he’s not keeping it for long. His white tank top beneath his NY Giants jersey and his grey sweatpants make a rather decent attire to welcome you.

The knock on the door sends his heart racing. Although he can’t explain why. And he promptly answers the door, smirking at the sight of you in a black dress. The cleavage your dress lets you show nearly sends his jaw to the floor.

“Hey there.” You step towards him and kiss him. You always kiss. It’s not romantic, there are no feelings involved. It’s just an instinct.

“Hey, you.” You don’t miss his tiny smile, the one where his dimples show, and there’s a quick twist in your gut at that sight. He steps aside to let you in and you hang your purse on the hanger right by the door.

You turn to see him and immediately wrap your arms around his neck, and he presses his body against yours as he grips your hips. He leans over to kiss you, slow and skillfully, as always. Your lips curl up as his fresh, cinnamon scent hits your nostrils.

He doesn’t let go of you as he mumbles against your lips, “What is it?” He grips your hips as his hand moves down to where your dress ends, tugging at the hem of it.

“Did you take a shower before I got here?” You pull away to meet his gaze. His eyes trace your features as he brushes your hair from your face.

“Of course I did.” He shrugs, earning a chuckle from you. “Come here.” He murmurs as he grabs your hands and takes you to the bedroom, making you toe off your heels on the way.

A while ago, you decided that staying the night at his place was easier than going back to your apartment in the middle of the night. Well, you live right across the hall, but it was a hassle to get out without making a noise and waking up the neighbors.

Dean’s still panting as you rest your head on his chest and try to come back from the cloud he sends you to every single time. Silence crowds you for a moment, but then he’s back to his annoying self.

“Everything okay there?” You can hear the smile on his lips without even glancing.

“I should be asking you the same thing, there’s sweat all over your chest.” Not that it bothers you. His chest rumbles with his chuckle, sending electricity up to the end of your toe tips.

“I’m perfectly fine, sweetheart.” What a jackass, who told him he could call you that? You never stopped him, though. You look up at him, resting your chin on his collarbone and stare for a moment or two. You silently sit up on the bed, not really bothering to cover yourself with the sheets as you reach down to the floor to pick his jersey and put it on. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

“What?” You turn to him again. “Oh, yeah, I’m just gonna use your bathroom if that’s okay.”

“Are you sure? You looked at me and…”

“I—I’m…” He sits up, now facing you again.

“Y/N, come on. We can have sex but not talk? What is it?”

“Dean, I swear, it’s nothing.” You finally smile at him. He doesn’t buy it, but he drops it. You head to the bathroom and then come back to bed, where he’s waiting for you with his arm stretched out for you. You make yourself comfortable beneath the covers and curl up against his naked torso as he places his arm around you.

“Night, Dean.”

“Night, sweetheart.”

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rogue locks [1]

AUBearded/longhaired!Dean x female reader

The one where you are Dean's f**k buddy...or something like that.

This will be a short fic, but I'll do it in parts to see how y'all like it.

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You rub your eyes as you feel the sunlight peeking through the window. Just another Saturday morning in his bed. You slowly get out of bed, reaching for your tank top that he skillfully tossed last night, and the first sweatpants you can find. Oh, they’re yours. All good.

“Wait.” Is what you believe Dean mumbles with his face against his pillow. You turn to see him and smile at the sight of his eyes still closed and his golden rogue locks over his forehead.

“What?” You chuckle.

“Where are you going?” His deeper morning voice is maddening.

“Uh…home?” You state the obvious as you put on your sweatshirt. He finally sits up, propping his elbow on the pillow and running a hand through his ruffled hair. His chest and shoulder muscles enlarging, nearly ripping his tank top.

“You should stay for breakfast.” His green eyes plead, shining against the morning light.

“Uh, that’s not part of the deal as I recall.” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest.

“We never said that.”

“Yes, we did. This is a strictly physical and superficial relationship, no strings attached, no personal crap involved.” He chuckles, diverting his gaze away from yours. You kneel on the bed, leaning closer to him so your nose grazes his. “I had a great time last night.” You whisper, drawing your hand to his cheek and placing a kiss on his lips, your fingers tingling at the feeling of his unbelievably sexy beard.

“Yeah, me too.” He fixes his eyes on yours. “See you tonight?”

“I can’t tonight, remember? I have a thing with my friends.” You don’t move your face away from his.

“Cancel it, come here.” He bites his lip, inviting you to kiss him again.

“I can’t, Dean.” You brush his rogue locks from his forehead; a pointless move since they fall over it again. “I’ll call you.” You peck his lips one last time and he smiles at you before you walk away.

PART TWO

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When I was 12 years old, I had a group of friends who apparently loved to hear me talk. They loved to read the crazy stories I came up with even if they had absolutely no substance or potential. But I didn’t know that back then. All I knew was that I wanted to write. And I wrote…and wrote…and wrote…

I’m 23 years old. And I keep writing. Now, I’m in love with what I do; I believe in my stories and in the power of sharing a story that others can relate to and that can make them feel something.

This book is for that 12-year-old girl that had no idea what she wanted in life; all she knew was that when she sat down and lay her hands on a keyboard, her soul was fulfilled.  

The only thing I know is true in my life is that when I write, I am the best version of myself. The most honest and joyful. I am complete.

These short stories tell parts of myself that I can’t share otherwise. They are parts of my dreams, of my life, and of my constant longing for love stories that spread hope and comfort. Take them as you wish—as dreams, as anecdotes, as illusions. All I want is for the world to hang on to the power of love.

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DECEMBER FIC RECS! — @dracosluvbot's fic recs

fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over the month of december

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F: fluff A: angst S: smut

𖥻 - series /multi part

BUCKY BARNES

F: the cupcake guy by @nacho-bucky a friend of a friend caters your niece's birthday party. he's softspoken and a little rough around the edges. you end up dubbing him as the cupcake guy.

F + A: howlin' for you by @invisibleanonymousmonsters 𖥻 when you view the house of your dreams you wonder just how and why it's selling for such a low price. you later find out it's due to the strange behaviours of the biker next door.

F: teacher's favourite by @suitk0via 𖥻 little elaine is your favourite first grader, not that you had favourites or anything. her handsome father tries his best to charm you but unfortunately for him, it didn't seem to be working.

F: mister hockey by @hailhydra920 𖥻 bucky is a typical jock and you try your best to remain unfazed by his sudden interest in you.

F: music to my eyes by @ficsxreaderr 𖥻 sam has been trying to set you and his friend, bucky, up. he's a single dad weaving through life and the last thing you are interested in is a serious relationship.

F + A: bulletproof by @amandaoftherosemire 𖥻 a few years ago in high school, bucky barnes broke your heart. things between the two of you have gone iffy since. will the two of you ever be as close as what you once were?

F + A: feelings are fatal by @sunmoonandeddie 𖥻 with your friends and the people you cared for the most gone, you struggle to carry on with life.

F + A: after all this time by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky bucky dumped you, the last thing he had to rights to was barge into your home.

F + A: stuck with me by @cherryredmurdock the winter soldier wasn't supposed to have feelings. you teach him otherwise.

F: still get nervous by @trulylostgirl there were very few things that made james barnes nervous. proposing to you, however, send him into a jittery fit.

F + A: on the run by @fanfic-scribbles 𖥻 when you befriended jamess barnes a while ago, you never intended for you to be kidnapped by 1/3 of the avengers and be forced on the run.

F + A: strange times by @beccaanne814 𖥻 you and bucky are sent into the past, having to figure out a way back home.

F + A: some other guy by @espinosaurusrexex bucky can't help but feel upset when he isn't invited to your christmas party.

F + A: your hands have made some good mistakes by @thenhewaswrongaboutme 𖥻 bucky barnes is hired a glorified babysitter and he doesn't like it one bit. as the seasons pass and the weather turns cold, he warms up to the idea.

F + A: i think i met you in my dreams once by @frostironfudge 𖥻 bucky bonds with a girl her met over the internet through pop culture, memes, and stupid jokes.

F: homecoming by @writingshae bucky is home from a long mission and you greet him the way he deserves

F: the act of giving by @mellowsaturns bucky remembers an offhanded comment you make

F + A: work wife by @buckyalpine when bucky's conversations have been centered around his new work wife, insecurities arise

F + A: wild by @bucky-fricking-barnes 𖥻 a beautiful white wolf has been there for y/n throughout her times in need, now, the wolf is in need of her help

F + A: things more intimate than sex by @hopelessromantic423 relationships mean much more than physical intimacy, yours and bucky's is no different.

F: uncle buck by @enchantedbarnes your nephew becomes your wingman at a convention

F + A: more than business by @world-of-aus bucky retracts his previously terrible behaviour and becomes a regular customer

A: punching bag by @buckysbabygorl bucky has had enough of you constantly putting yourself in danger

F + A: don't leave me by @ambling-rambling in the midst of an argument, you don't know where you and bucky lie

F + A: almost believing by @intrepidacious a mission is a mission and you and bucky have to suck it up this time. it isn't easy pretending to be married to him when you're in a tough spot in your friendship with bucky.

S: cuffin' season by @sinner-as-saint it's cuffin' season and the only thing you're looking for is a big boy.

A + S: pretty when you cry by @bellasburdens warning: dead dove: do not eat

F: side effects by @delaber the side effects from the super soldier serum feel awfully alot like falling in love

F + A: always by @jadedvibes 𖥻 it took you and bucky your last day together to finally admit your feelings for one another.

F: heat on high by @tom-holland-parker 𖥻 your firefighting neighbour grows a soft spot for you and your daughter.

STEVE ROGERS

F + A: wolf creek by @beccaanne814 𖥻 yours and steve's relationship didn't end on a good note. tensions are high when you return to wolf creek years later.

F + A: aurora by @prettyyoungtragedy 𖥻 steve rogers allows you to discover who you truly are.

A: black and blue by @the-mighty-jellybean 𖥻 steve rogers is a damn good doctor with a heart of gold. when a young woman is sent to the hospital under suspicious circumstances, he is determined to ensure that she is safe.

F: save me by @captainrogers-ass 𖥻 being the newest recruit amongst the lifegaurd team on midgard beach, it takes some buttering up from the rest of the crew.

F: mess with them by @redgillan 𖥻 how each of your friends found out about your relationship with steve.

F + A: tear in my heart by @prettyyoungtragedy 𖥻 steve was your best friend, nothing more. you end up being his fake date to a wedding and you struggle to hide your feelings from him.

F + A: my best friend's girl by @mywritingsblog 𖥻 with bucky gone, you and steve cross a few lines.

F: the senses of steve by @rogersideup 𖥻 how steve fell in love with you, retold by the five senses.

F + A: matilda rose by @christycurlswrites 𖥻 how you and steve co-parent to raise your wonderful daughter.

F + A: dirty secret by @nifolution 𖥻 your relationship is hanging by the thread as you struggle to keep it a secret.

F + A: mrs captain by @welldonebeca 𖥻 your life with steve as you go through the phases in life

F + A: walking the wire by @pedrito-friskito captain rogers is far too interested in the team's newest avenger.

F + A: love triangle by @beccaanne814 steve rogers struggles to move on from the woman from his past

PETER PARKER

F + A: crush + wait a minute, who are you? by @webslingingslasher in which peter parker learns how being spider man can put a strain on his personal relationships

F + A: a lesson in do-overs by @literaila lovers, to exes, to friends, to friend-lovers, to friends, to lovers?

AARON HOTCHNER

F + A: sick of maybe by @luveline the five times aaron hotchner hid your relationship from the BAU and the one time he embraced it.

F: sweeter than fiction by @hotchgirlsummer you and jack work together to bake hotch a cake that is nothing as sweet as you.

F + A: reckless by @ptersparkers despite the contributions you have made to the BAU in the past years, hotch still feels a sense of animosity towards you and you can't seem to figure out why

F: heart eyes by @lomlhotchner you surprise hotch at the office with lunch

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Can we admire how hard he worked out to get those abs?

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Any Way That You Want Me [6]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

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Masterlist | Part Five

Sadly, Sam was just passing by and he had to leave quickly, but you got to exchange numbers and promise the three of you would go out to eat someday. You didn’t get into the details of what Sam had been doing or why they don’t hang out as often, but you figured…Dean would tell you with time, right? You wanted to talk to him about the girlfriend thing, hearing him say that made your heart ten times bigger, but you knew there was something in his mind, so you shut down that thought.

After Sam left, Dean was a bit silent and serious. You knew he wasn’t mad, but you knew something happened between them or to him.

As you drive back to your building, he’s too focused on the road to talk, and even if silence is comfortable between you two, this time, there’s something in the air. You decide not to push it, that’s what you agreed on, right? You look at him, caressing his beard with the back of your fingers, and you smile as he leans into your touch. You reach over to place a gentle kiss on his temple, letting your lips linger. After you pull back, he glances at you, reaching over to take your hand. His thumb caresses your hand as he continues driving.

He’s still silent on the elevator, he’s silent on the hallway, he’s silent as you take out your keys.

“Alright, I’m gonna call it a night.” You almost murmur, leaning over to kiss him. His lips linger on yours and he takes a deep breath as you pull back.

Letting your forehead fall on his, you search his eyes. “You know you can talk to me, right?” He simply hums, nodding gently. You pull back, but your eyes don’t leave his. “Will you stay over?” You tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “We can just sleep, we don’t have to talk or anything.” He finally lets out a chuckle, or at least the trace of it.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” He nods. He already has pajamas, clothes, and everything else he needs at your apartment, and so do you at his. You unlock the door, and he gently slides his arm around your waist. As you walk in and you leave your stuff over the table, he slowly turns you around and pulls your body close to his, not even giving you a chance to turn on the light. Your hand quickly falls over his chest, and his lips hover over your cheeks and down to your lips as his gaze drops, too.

“I want to talk to you. I just can’t right now.” He whispers against your lips.

“Okay, whenever you want.” His gaze meets yours as he takes you in for a slow, steady kiss. He’s not in a rush, he’s not even trying to entice you, he’s simply claiming you as his while the darkness hides his troubled heart. With his hands gripping your hips, your arms hang on around his neck as if you’re afraid he’ll slip from your embrace, as if this was your first kiss. You didn’t have a “conventional” first kiss, it was full of fear and confusion, and it was Dean admitting his feelings for you as you were literally laying out the limits you should have. You’d quickly realized that rules and limits didn’t work for you, because there was nothing conventional about your relationship, nothing that you needed to plan or that you needed to be certain of. Dean and you loved each other, and it didn’t matter that you hadn’t said that yet, you knew; you’d remind each other when the time came, just not now.

His lips linger on yours as you slide your hands along his neck and rest them over his chest, the beat of his heart settling down your own. He runs his nose along your cheek as your lips miss his already, and his hands slide up and he pulls you in for a hug.

With his lips against your ear, he whispers, “That’s how I imagined our first kiss, you know?” And you rest your cheek on his shoulder, chuckling.

“So you did imagine it.”

“Too many times, baby.” His words weaken your senses, and once again, your arms surround his neck to grip him closer, if possible.

“What were other scenarios?” His hand runs up and down your back, he’s almost rocking you from side to side.

“Um…I would’ve liked it to be in my car, too. The Impala is very romantic in case you haven’t noticed.” His gentle chuckle rumbles against your ear and straight to your heart.

“Mhm, I’ve noticed.” You whisper. “I thought it could’ve happened during a movie, maybe on the couch, maybe on your bed.” He hums, his fingers playing with your hair. “We would be kinda tipsy because otherwise I wouldn’t have had the courage…” He chuckles again. “And you would’ve looked at me as if I was the only one for you…”

“You are.” He says quickly. With a deep sigh, you slightly pull back and he reluctantly follows. Your gazes meet; his eyes are the only light in the room.

“Let’s get some sleep, your pretty eyes are tired.” You trace your thumb over his cheekbone, making him flutter his eyes. His hand rests on your neck as he kisses your forehead, and you both get ready to sleep and slump into the bed in silence. You don’t ask him anything, and he forgot how many times he wanted to call your name and pour out his heart, and cry, and let you hold him until your limbs were numb. You slept tight, you weren’t the one with the burden of your secrets on your shoulders. Dean kept opening his eyes and glancing at you, wondering if you really would walk away from him if you knew.

Morning comes and your body is quick to miss his, you frown until you spot a note on his pillow. You take the note and tug at the pillow to breath in his scent.  

Stop frowning, I’m not gone, baby. You smile. I just had some early deliveries today. I’ll call you later. I couldn’t kiss you good morning so you owe me. He skipped the part where he kissed your hair. Have a day as beautiful as you.

Your smile must be reaching your ears by now, and you get out of bed having no one to cling to this morning.

“You met his brother?! What else happened this weekend? Did you get married?” Charlie asks as you’re both calling it a day. She’s helping you with organize some files as you have your daily dose of gossip.

You laugh at that and roll your eyes. “It wasn’t planned, he came by the store yesterday…” You pause for a moment.

“What is it?” She widens her eyes in expectancy.

“Dean called me his girlfriend yesterday.” Charlie runs to your door and closes it, locking it as she rests her body on it.

“You’ve been holding out on me! I knew it! What the hell happened?!”

“Shhhhhhh, they’re gonna throw us out!” You whisper-yell. Charlie strolls towards you again and you sigh before explaining.

“I don’t know, Charlie. He introduced me as his girlfriend with Sam and then they talked and…” You shake your head, still trying to fix the puzzle. “I don’t know, he changed after that. He was very quiet, serious.”

“Like they had a fight?”

“I don’t think so, it was more like they’d talked about something Dean’s sensitive about or whatever. This is exactly what I was afraid of. And I knew it the second I agreed to go on that first date with him. Do you know we haven’t even…we didn’t call our first date a first date? Our first kiss was…it was amazing but it wasn’t…I don’t know what we are….”

“He called you his girlfriend.”

“Maybe he just didn’t know any other word for it so it was the easiest. I’m not saying I don’t love to be with him like this but…maybe I’m not as patient as I thought I was.”

“Did you ask him anything yesterday?”

“No, we just went home, barely talked…then we went to sleep.”

“Sorry to break it to you but that’s just who he is. He shuts people out…even if you’re his best friend or his girlfriend…that doesn’t change who he is.”

“I guess.” You shrug. “Guess I’m gonna have to wait and see if he tells me anything.”

“Listen, I’m not saying you should do the total opposite of what you said you would but…if you guys are building something more than a friendship, you’re also…you should also feel you’ve the right to ask and to know shit about him. Not push him to his limits but…”

“Yeah, I see what you mean.” You nod. “I’ll see how he is today, maybe it was just a mood.”

“Just…if he shuts you out…don’t try to knock that door down with a kick. You might get hurt.” Your phone rings and you hesitate to pick up as you see Dean’s name. You eye Charlie and she tells you she’ll wait outside to give you privacy.

“Dean, hey.”

“Hey, honey, are you still at work?”

“Yeah, but I’m leaving in a few minutes.” He remains silent. “Dean, are you there?”

“Yeah, uh…no, I just wanted to check in. Hey, can I pick you up? I’m still at the store so, I can take you home.”

“Sure, I’d love that.” You finally smile.

“Alright, see you, sweetheart.”

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Any Way That You Want Me [5]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

Requests are open. Tagging for a permanent list and this fic are open.

Masterlist | Part Four

You shift on your place as your alarm goes off, and you feel an unfamiliar weight around your waist. You reach up to your bedside table and manage to lazily turn off the alarm.

“Bad alarm.” Dean groans with his face against the pillow. You chuckle at him, and apologize for forgetting to turn it off the night before. You quickly type an email to your boss, telling her you won’t be able to make it today as you have a terrible flu and can’t get up. Dean tightens his arm around you and you and slides closer to you. “What time is it?” He murmurs, letting out a deep sigh.

“It’s 7.” You caress his arm with your fingertips. “When do you open the store?” He mumbles something that sounds like “9” and you chuckle again. You slip from his embrace as you get out of bed, but his laziness is heavier than the urge to drag you back to his side. You head to the bathroom to clean up before he sees you entirely on your morning look, and when you’re back he’s already sitting up with resting on the headboard. You smile as his tattoo still peeks from his t-shirt, and sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him.

“Hey.” He smirks at you, taking your hand in his.

“Hey.” You smile back, reaching up to run a hand through his hair, discovering how much you love to do that any time you can.

“I can’t believe I woke up to you.” His low, sleepy voice remains as his glistening eyes stare at you.

“Trust me, I’m the one that needs to be pinched right now.” You bite your lip in amusement and your heart stops as you see him draw your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly. “Stop looking at me like that.” You say, using the same hand to caress his stubble.

“Like what?” he lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m just trying to take it all in.” he shrugs. His gaze traces your features as you feel your cheeks slightly burning. He can’t hide his chuckle, the one where his gruffy voice shows and you can see the crinkles around his eyes. “Is it compliments in general or me complimenting you that makes you go from adult to teenager in half a second?”

“What do you think, you jerk?” You gently hit his arm and he fakes a painful look.

“You’re very violent before your first cup of coffee.”

“I’m just letting you know the real me.” You shrug.

“Do you want to go out or eat here?”

“I always have breakfast here, a change might be good.”

“Alright, I’ll go to my place to shower and change, alright?” You nod and stand up so he can get out of bed. He picks up his jeans from the night before and puts them on and you sit on the bed watching him.

“Enjoying the show?” He smirks.

“I could do it all day.” You shrug. He leans over and kisses your forehead, telling you he’ll be quick. You get ready, too, feeling odd picking a casual outfit on a weekday, but you smile the whole time as you’re picking your clothes and getting ready…you’re about to spend an entire day with Dean. Dean.

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You’d been to his store before, but never like this. You’d never been there for a full day and watch him be his seller-self out in the wild. You smiled as he carelessly made sales, and honestly felt amused at girls making eyes at him. After all, aside from bars, where else would he meet so many girls? Today Dean was not interested in flirting or playing games with anyone; he was polite, made a joke or two and thanked everyone for shopping but that was the extent of it.

Someone walked in as you were helping putting some records back in place, and you quickly picked up on the fact that he’s a regular customer and even a friend of Dean’s as he greets him cheerfully and pulls him in for a quick hug. You smile at the image and get startled when Dean calls you.

“Y/N, there’s someone I want you to meet.” He gestures with his hand for you to get closer. You almost nervously comply.

“Hi.” You wave awkwardly.

“Bobby, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Bobby Singer…my…my father.” You hesitatingly offer your hand to shake his and try to give him a small smile. Your heart probably stopped beating for more than a second at how eager Dean was to introduce you. His dad. You barely kissed for the first time two days ago and now you’re meeting his dad. You wonder about the last name, but you’re not about to ask.

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Y/N.” Bobby shakes your hand steadily. Dean gently places a hand at the small of your back, and your heart feels warmer at the feeling.

“Do you work here with this idjit?” You laugh at the question and shake your head.

“No, no, I’m just here for the day. I took the day off at work.”

“Look at that, did he give you the puppy eyes?” Dean rolls his eyes at that, but it only makes you chuckle again.

“He did actually.” You join Bobby. “Pretty annoying how he gets things just like that.” Your phone starts ringing and you apologize before seeing who it is. You excuse yourself to take the call as you see Charlie’s name on the screen. Dean tells you to use his office for privacy.

“So what the hell is going on here? She your girlfriend?” Bobby asks him once you’re out of reach.

Dean scoffs as he shakes his head, “I don’t know, Bobby. For some reason she cares about me a lot more than she should.”

“You’ve always thought so little of yourself, son.” Dean shrugs and rolls his eyes at himself, knowing Bobby keeps telling him that. “Her face lit up when you told her who I was.” Dean nods, in acknowledgement. “How much have you told her about yourself?”

“Not enough.” Dean shakes his head. “But I’m getting there.”

You closed the door to the office and answered to Charlie as you sat on Dean’s chair.

“Y/N! Where the hell are you? Are you okay?”

“Relax, I’m fine. I’m not sick.”

“Oh my God, are you with Dean?”

“You had to know that, didn’t you?”  

“Tell me!” She says, almost squealing.

“We went on a date last night and I…slipped.” She lets out a mumbled laugh as she’s probably at the office.

“What do you mean slipped? I don’t think it was an accident.”

“It wasn’t but this isn’t how I had planned things, you know? He stayed at my place…in my bed…and he asked me to spend the day with him. I just love how I feel around him, and who he is when he’s with me.”

“Wow.” She pauses. “Sounds serious.”

“I know. I just don’t know if he’s on the same page.”

“He is, Y/N.”

“He just introduced me to his dad, Charlie.”

“And you’re just telling me now?”

“I’m telling you! He just came in, seems like he stops by a lot, and Dean just introduced us.”

“Maybe he knew his dad was coming and that’s why he asked you to be there.”

“You just peaked my anxiety, Charlie, I hadn’t thought of that!” You whisper-yell.

“Well, you better think about it.” She pauses for a moment. “You should get back to him, maybe you’ll go out for lunch or something.”

You sigh deeply and let a smile creep up your lips. “You’re right. Thanks, Charlie. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.”

“Of course, bye, Y/N.”

You walk out of the office to find Dean and Bobby still talking.

“Everything okay?” Dean asks as he places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, it was Charlie, she wanted to know if I was okay.”

“Y/N, sorry I have to run now but I hope we can see each other again.” Bobby tells you.

“Of course, I’d be happy to. It was great meeting you.” You nod.

“You put a smile on my boy I hadn’t seen since…in a while.” He corrects himself. You miss the dreadful look Dean gives him and you try to find an accurate response.

“He did the same for me.” You shrug. Bobby leaves the store and Dean turns to see you as he nervously runs a hand through his hair.

“So…that was your dad.” You say, biting your lip.

“Yeah.” He says as he lets out a breath. “Um, actually…he’s…he took me and Sam in when we were kids. I wouldn’t want you to meet my…my real dad but Bobby’s the best father I could’ve asked for. He’s the only father I want in my life.” You clench your jaw as you wonder what his real father could’ve possibly done to wake such feelings in his kids, but you simply nod in agreement.

“He raised you just fine.” You reassure him. “More than fine, I’d say.” You add, earning a chuckle from him.

You divert your gaze from his as you spot a set of photographs across the store. They’re hanging right above the racks and they’re framed so they all look the same.

“I hadn’t seen those.” You say, already walking towards them. You stand and stare at them amazed at how stunning they are. Some of them are of the city, some are candid photos of strangers (you hope), and some are from what looks like a small town. “Where did you get them? They’re beautiful.” You add, shaking your head.

He stands behind you and clears his throat, resting his hand on your waist. “Uh…I…actually I took them.” You widen your eyes as you turn around to face him and he already has the blushed cheeks you love to see on him.

“You took them?” You wrap your arms around his neck as he shrugs mocking innocence. “Is there something you can’t do? We’ve already determined you can do a lot of things.” You quirk up an eyebrow as he leans over and places a soft kiss on your lips. “I’m serious, why hadn’t you told me you were a photographer?”

“Well, I’m not a photographer, it’s just a hobby.” He shrugs.

“But you’re great at it! Have you thought about doing it for money?”

“Not really, I’m good with the store and I wouldn’t want to sell out. I know I wouldn’t have to but…maybe I’ll think about it.” He smirks, caressing your back with his fingertips. “Honey, I know there’s a lot…” He clears his throat, looking at his feet. “A lot I still haven’t told you…”

“Dean.” You quickly stop him, placing your fingertips on his jaw, making him face you again. “We’ve got time.” You reassure him.

“Okay.” He mumbles, and you caress his cheek earning a small smile from him.

/

Spending time with him is like the vacation you didn’t know you needed. In one day he managed to make you feel like it’s just you and him in the world. You had lunch at his favorite place, a small diner that sells cheap yet incredibly good burgers and then you went back to the store to help him for the rest of the day. When there were no customers around or visibly coming inside, he quickly pulled you in for a quick kiss, never failing to make you chuckle.

“Who knew you were such a touchy man.” You told him as you kissed him again. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to when he was looking at you as if you were the most wonderful thing in the world.

Back at your building, you step into the elevator just for him to swiftly grab you by the waist and pull your body close to his. You chuckle at the spontaneity and place a hand over his chest. You reach up and kiss him softly, slowly deepening the kiss as he parts his lips and lets your tongue explore his mouth. He holds your waist with both his hands, thankfully keeping your knees from caving. He runs his tongue tentatively along your lower lip but you’re interrupted by the elevator door opening. Both of you reluctantly pull away and you rest your forehead over his.

“I hate elevator doors.” You let out a breath as you walk out of the elevator, having him take your hand and follow you.

You get to your apartment and you turn to see him before you open the door. He smirks at you, putting his hands in his pockets.

“So…here we are…” He shrugs faking innocence.

“Here we are.” You nod in agreement. You can’t help your chuckle as he keeps his fake innocent face and lean over to kiss him. “You know, you could sleep over tonight. You live right across the hall anyways, it’s not like you can be late for work.” You say before kissing him again, this time letting your lips linger.

He takes in a deep breath as you pull away and fix your gaze on his glistening eyes.

“You mean sleep over or sleep over?” You chuckle and reach up to caress his cheek.

“Whatever you want, babe.” He quirks up an eyebrow and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll be right there, just gonna change, okay?” He pecks your lips.

“Okay.” You murmur.

/

The room feels like a huge cloud of silence and comfort as you rest your head on his chest and he caresses your back and your arm with his fingertips. The only light comes from your bedside table, and it’s the dimmest yellow streak as you hate sleeping with hard lights on your face.

“Something on your mind, sweetheart?” He murmurs, making you take a breath and press your body closer to his.

“No, nothing. I’m just so happy, that’s all.” You reply as you look up at him and place a gentle kiss on his neck and then his lips, mirroring him as you see a smile pull up on his face. You resume your position with your head on his chest. “You know, for years, all I wanted was to be free. When I was a teenager, I just felt like there was so much waiting for me out there if I was just brave enough.” He hums to assure you that he’s listening. “My parents always told me they felt I wasn’t happy.”

“Were you?”

“No.” You instinctively surround his torso with your arm and squeeze it gently. “I’ve been free for some time now, and I felt brave when I finally got a job.” You sigh deeply. “But this moment right here…it’s a new kind of happiness.” You feel his chest inflate as he takes a deep breath. Dean was grateful you couldn’t see how he squinted his eyes as he felt his eyes watering, and he rolled his eyes trying to hold back his tears. He squeezes your arm, reaching down to kiss your hair.

“I’m happy too, sweetheart.”

The warmth of his body and the slow beat of his heart put you to sleep in no time. You both fell asleep in that same position , and Dean didn’t even care if his arm got numb under the weight of your body.

Your alarm interrupted the deepest sleep you’ve had in months, and you quickly reach over to tap your phone wherever you can reach it. You smile at Dean’s arm around you, his body spooning you closer to his. Caressing his hand over your abdomen, you feel his squeeze your body gently.

“Five minutes.” He mumbles, nuzzling your hair. You chuckle and shift in your place so you’re now facing him, but his arm stays around your waist, holding you tight.

“You’re like a kid, did you know that?” You murmur, running your fingers through his hair. He hums as a lopsided smirk appears on his face that glows against the dim sunlight. He refuses to open his eyes—something you appreciate as his huge lashes rest gently on his skin. You fall for the temptation of running a finger across his cheekbone and his now-growing beard. Your gaze traces his features as he finally flutters his eyes open.

“If you’re trying to make me wake up by doing that, it’s not working.” He mumbles. His still lazy eyes fall on your lips and he reaches over to kiss you but you put your hand on your lips.

“Morning breath.” You mumble against your fingers.

“Don’t care.” He takes off his heavy arm from your body and draws his hand to yours, putting it down. He places a warm, soft kiss on your lips, and then he pulls away, fixing his gaze on yours. “There, now I can start my day.” He takes a deep breath as he shifts on his place, now facing the ceiling. You stare for a moment at the divinity of his side profile, and trace the back of your fingers along his stubble, making him turn his face to see you.

“God, where did you come from?” You shake your head.

“Stop it.” He chuckles, covering his face and slightly blushing.

“I’m serious! Like what’s your heritage or what magnificent genetic mix had to happen for you to turn out like that?”

“You’re beautiful, alright? You’re…mystifying.” He shakes his head in disbelief. You chuckle and lean over to kiss his cheek and then his forehead. You finally sit up and look down at him

“We have jobs, you know?”

He groans, faking frustration and rolls his eyes. “I know, I’m closing the store and staying here forever. It’s just simpler.” He shrugs, making you laugh.

“I’m gonna get ready, make yourself at home, babe.” You lean over and peck his lips, getting out of bed.

For two weeks, your lives seem to have come together so easily. It’s like you’d already planned a routine before. You’ve alternated between staying at either of your apartments, you’ve gone out to dinner, you’ve stayed home and watched movies, you’ve gone out for walks, and you’ve spent even more time at the store.

Even if you’ve seen Dean smile and laugh, you’d never seen him relish in your company as he has since you got together; all the time you’d been worrying about him not being comfortable around you or not feeling the same way

Out of all the conversations you’ve had, that one hasn’t exactly come up and it’s not like you’re desperate to find out, but knowing where you stand would be nice, right?

It’s Sale Sunday at his store and he asked if you wanted to come spend the day with him. It was fun to see him interact with lots of people and recommend them his favorite music. By the end of the day, both of you are beat, but you help him clean up and return everything back to his place. You’re placing some records back on their rack as you hear the bell of another customer coming in. The sing said ‘Closed’, so as you turned to see who was coming in despite that, you heard Dean speak.

“Sam? What are you doing here, man?” Sam as in his brother Sam?

“Jeez, nice to see you too.” Sam chuckles.

“It is nice to see you, I’m just wondering.” Dean shrugs as they walk towards each other and share a hug.

“Come, I want you to meet her.” Dean nods in your direction and they stroll towards you.

“Y/N, sweetheart, this is my brother, Sam. Sam, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Widening your eyes at him, Dean chuckles at your reaction. You bite your lip and force yourself to glance at Sam, offering your hand to shake his.

“Sam! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“You too, I’ve…heard a lot about you.” You both eye Dean and he rolls his eyes at Sam.

“Good to know.” You smile.

“I’m gonna talk to my brother for a moment, okay, honey?” Dean leans over, kissing your cheek.

“Yeah, sure.” You watch them walk to the office and you go back to fixing the racks, unable to erase your smile. It’s like he’d been reading your mind and all the questions that have been wandering in it and he decided the easiest thing was to introduce you like that.

“Girlfriend, huh? She seemed surprised, you know.” Sam tells him after Dean closes the door.

“We hadn’t really put a label on it, but I guess that’s what we are, and I have no problem admitting it.” Dean shrugs, sitting on his chair. Sam stands in front of him, resting on the edge of the table.

“Dean?” Sam crosses his arms. “Does she know about Cas?” He frowns, making his brother roll his eyes and look away, biting his cheek. “She doesn’t?!”

“Shut up, okay!” Dean whisper-yells, looking back at Sam.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed to tell her.”

“What the fuck, man? I’m not embarrassed, nothing about Cas is embarrassing. It’s just hard to tell her, I haven’t even come out to her.”

“What?” Sam asks, regulating his tone a bit more. “Dean…”

“I know, I know.” Dean runs a hand over his face. “I’m good with who I am…and you know that, but Y/N and I have been friends for so long and now we’re together. It’s…I’m just afraid she’s going to be mad that I’ve been keeping this for so long.”

“Do you think there’s a way she already knows?”

“No.” Dean answers quickly. “I’ve only ever brought girls to my apartment, and I’ve tried not to flirt with guys when we go out. I haven’t tried to hide it, it just hasn’t been something I wanted to parade in front of her.”

“I know.”

“I love her too much, if she gets pissed at me for this, I swear…”

“Dean, if she gets pissed about that, then she’s probably not who you think she is.” Those words hit Dean like a train. He hadn’t thought of it that way, he hadn’t thought about ripping off the band-aid and telling you everything to get your response as soon as possible. “Have you told her you love her?”

Dean simply shakes his head, looking down. “It’s too soon.” He mumbles.

“Dude, did you see the way her eyes sparkled when you called her you girlfriend? She composed herself because I was there but if I hadn’t been there…” Sam begins joking, making Dean finally smile, and glances up at him. “She loves you.”

“Ever since I lost Cas, I refused to love anyone, Sam. I drowned myself in booze and women just so I wouldn’t get the chance to find someone. I just went back to being who I was before Cas. I hated it. But then Y/N came along…God, the day I met her….” Dean shakes his head. “The first day she invited me in for breakfast I thought my heart was gonna stop. She was so nice, so genuine. I knew I could trust her, I just…”

“Didn’t do it immediately.” Sam finishes his sentence, and Dean simply nods.

“I’m going to tell her.” Dean glances at Sam. “Today.”

“About Cas or that you love her?”

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PART SIX

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Any Way That You Want Me [4]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

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Masterlist | Part Three

For a moment there was tension in the air, but it quickly faded once you agreed to have a quiet Sunday at home. He went to his place to grab a couple of movies but then you beat him in rock, paper, scissors, so you would pick more movies than him. For the sake of your now delicate friendship, you decided to watch movies on the couch, were there would be fewer chances of getting cozy and losing your self-control.

He sat on one side of the couch, propping his arm on the armrest. You placed your legs on his lap; it was better than laying your head and getting a little too comfortable. And you rested your back on the opposite armrest. Okay, safe distance, right?

As it usually happens, you eventually dosed off. And you’re always prepared with a blanket over your legs so the cold doesn’t wake you up.

Dean thought you were fast asleep when he was fixing the blanket so it would cover your arms. And even if he was careful not to be noticed, you still felt his soft hands against your arms. You slowly opened your eyes and found him resuming his position on the couch. But then you sat up, sliding closer to him.

“What is it with you and Sunday naps?”

You chuckled. “I don’t think it’s got to do with Sunday, I think it’s you…being here.”

“Oh, so I’m boring?” He fakes offense, making you chuckle again.

“I feel so comfortable around you, it soothes me.” You shrug. He gives you a smirk as you lean over, resting your arms on your bent knees. He stares at you for a moment and you gently look away, finding the black screen of the T.V. rather amusing. In a gentle, smooth move, he places his index beneath your chin and makes you look at him, and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you. You flutter your lashes at the feeling of his lips against yours, and you slowly draw your hand up to his cheek. Both of you take a deep breath and slowly pull away, staring at each other’s gaze for a second. You put your hand down, running it through your hair, and then bury your face on your hands.

“Y/N?” He says, softly. You look up at him again and smile.

“Do you have to be so beautiful? I wouldn’t need to kiss you if you weren’t.” You shake your head in disbelief, not missing the blush that creeps up his scruffy cheeks.

“You think I’m beautiful?” He murmurs fixing his gaze on yours. You nod and bite your lip, struck by the wonderful glisten of his eyes.

“Dean…”

“No, I know, I’m sorry I kissed you…we just talked about this.” He shakes his head, looking away from you.

“Don’t be sorry, just…” You sigh and move the rebel strand of hair that fell on his forehead. “I’m nuts about you, and I want you to know that…but if we’re going to take this slow, we need some rules.” You say, reluctantly. He presses his lips and nods once.

“Before you continue…” He draws his hand to your cheek and leans over to kiss you again, slower and more delicately than before. He makes you part your lips so he takes your lower lip between his teeth, and you smile against his lips. He pulls away again, and makes you groan in frustration and rest your forehead on your knees.

“You’re making this harder, you know.” You mumble, still unable to look at him.

“Okay, yeah, sorry. Won’t happen again.” He says, making you look up. “Okay, rules.” He nods. You refuse to move from where you’re sitting, after all, what you feared would happen…already did.

“Okay, first one should be ‘no kissing’” You say, holding up your index. He smiles, with that crinkled smile of his, and you continue. “No cuddling.”

“No cuddling? But we love to do that!”

“I know, that’s why it’s a rule! It’s dangerous, we’re too close.”

“Alright, keep going.”

“No hugging for more than 3 seconds.”

“How will we know? Do we count?”

“Well, no! But a 3-second hug is the normal friendly thing to do, you and I have hugged for longer than that.”

“I know.” He quirks up an eyebrow, smirking at you. You narrow your eyes at him and shake your head.

“You have no shame.” You pause. “Okay, next one…um…no holding hands, no sleeping over each other’s chest or lap. No watching movies on the bed, we’ll stick to the couch.”

“You love watching movies on my bed.”

“Exactly my point.”

“Okay, question.” He holds up his index as if he were in a class. “What about other people?” You nearly smile.

“What about other people?” You frown.

“Can we see other people?” You widen your eyes at him.

“Do you want to?” You frown.

“No…Y/N, I mean…how would that work?”

“Well…I…I don’t want to see anyone else. I haven’t for a while, in fact. I…”

“Shit, it all came out wrong.” He rubs his eyes with his fingers, exasperated. “I’m just…I just wanted to make sure we weren’t seeing other people…or…sleeping with other people.” You smile at him, bewildered.

“Are you sure? I mean…I wouldn’t want to…know that you’re sleeping with other girls but…are you sure you want to do that?”

“Y/N, I slept with all those girls because I thought that’s all I could ever have. I thought you’d never want to be with me. I was too afraid to try. Now that you’re here, in front of me, looking at me like that, kissing me like you did…I’d be an idiot if I ever let that go.” You smile at him, staring for a moment. “What is it?”

“I just…I just didn’t know you felt like that. I didn’t…see it coming.” You shrug.  “Alright, now, rules are set. I’m really hungry, so why don’t you order pizza while I make us some drinks and we pick another movie to watch?” You shift on the couch so now your legs are bent beneath you.

“But promise me you’re not dozing off, again.”

“I won’t” You hold up your hands. “I already got my power nap, I’m good to go.” You smile. He stands up and stretches his arms and his back and you keep looking at him, smiling.

“Be right back.” He winks at you and heads to the bathroom. You’re left there with a smile on your face and the idea of this becoming your life. Sure, having him around was a given but having him like this was something you hadn’t imagined.

Sunday night came to an end as you both walked to the door and he was ready to go home. Well, he wasn’t. He wanted to stay the night, actually. He opened the door and stepped out to the hall, turning around to see you.

“Hey, Y/N?” You cock your head to one side. “Can I take you out tomorrow? After work?” You instantly smile at him, and when you open your mouth to speak, he continues. “It doesn’t have to be a…date kind of thing if you don’t want to. We’ll just eat something, I can pick you up at work…”

“Of course, Dean.” You speak before he feels like he has to ramble on more. “I’d love that.” You nod, making him grin softly.

“Alright. Good night, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Dean goes to bed that night, wondering if he’ll wake up any minute now and this will all have been a dream. He calls Sam, but he doesn’t answer and as he scrolls down his contacts, he finds a name he hasn’t spoken and much less dialed in a while. Cas. Memories flood his mind at the mere contact card, and he sits on his couch, still staring at the screen. Watching movies together, Dean’s head resting on Cas’s lap and Cas gently running his fingers along his hair.

It’s been years since Cas, since he lost him…but not since he stopped loving him. There will always be a piece of Cas in Dean’s heart, or more accurately, Cas will always have a piece of Dean’s heart. Since he found you life is easier, and surely what he feels for you is real and honest but he’s still afraid to let you in completely, the way he let him.

He doesn’t let the memories take over, at least not tonight, not after what happened with you. He’s trying to rebuild his life and you’re helping him do that even if you don’t notice.

/

“So, you’re dating now?” Charlie asks as you’re in your office and she sits across your desk.

“I don’t know. We agreed on some…rules. But he’s taking me out tonight. I guess we’re just trying to see where it goes.” You shrug.

“Alright, important questions now: How was the kiss?” She quirks up an eyebrow, biting her lip in anticipation.

You scoff and shake your head, unable to erase your smile. “Have you seen the man’s lips?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, now imagine kissing them. And then getting your lip bitten.” Charlie widens her eyes as she lets out a laugh.

“He did that?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “Right before we set the no kissing rule.” You roll your eyes. “I know these rules sound stupid but I have to protect myself. He’s too unpredictable, which obviously makes him like ten times hotter, but I don’t want to end up hurt. I barely know anything about his past and I’m scared to find out things that I won’t like.”

“You can also find things you don’t like beneath his clothes and I don’t see you scared about that.” Both of you laugh as you throw a paper ball at her.

“Let me work, I have a ton of stuff to do.”

“I’m just stating the obvious.” She holds up her hands as she leaves your office walking backwards.

As your clock strikes 5 PM, you smile at the thought of Dean arriving any minute. Your smile quickly faded as your office neighbor, and the guy who’s been hitting on you since he arrived, knocks on your door to let himself in.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you gonna be staying late today?” He sits on a chair as if you’d asked him to.

“No, I won’t.” You reply as you keep your eyes on your computer screen.

“Are you going out tonight?”

“None of your business.” You don’t even pay him a glance. A message fallen from heaven pops on your screen.

I’m parking the car rn, should I come up? You smile at Dean’s name on top of the message and reply quickly.

Yes, please, come up. I’ll be done soon.

“Well, I was thinking if you don’t have plans tonight…” You shut your eyes for a moment and stop typing to glance at him.

“I said it was none of your business but you clearly are too slow for that. I have plans and I have no interest in going out with you any time soon or ever for that matter. Anything else?”

Your phone rings, knowing the receptionist is calling and you answer it on speaker.

“Yes, Wendy?”

“A Mr. Winchester is here, ma’am. Should I let him in?”

“Please do, Wendy. Thanks.” You hang up and swiftly switch off your computer and get up to gather your things. “Get out of my office now please.” You tell him, without even looking at him.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

“Get out.”

Dean knocks on your door, making you look up at him and you finally smile again.

“Hey!” You walk towards him as he wordlessly asks you who the hell that guy is. You roll your eyes at him, telling him to ignore the idiot invading your office. You hug him and he’s quick to catch on as he puts an arm around your waist as you pull away from the hug.

“Nick, I’m leaving now and I need you to get out of my office before I call security.” He finally stands up from the chair and Dean and you step aside from the door to let him out. Nick pays Dean a glance as he walks away with a look that you’re sure is of defeat.

“Who the hell is that?” Dean asks, reluctantly taking his arm off you as you stand in front of him.

“Office neighbor, has a crush on me, I hate him.” You explain quickly, making him chuckle.

“Does he do that often? Invade your office?”

“Kind of…he’s harmless but pretty annoying.” You shrug. “Thanks for coming up. I don’t want you to think I used you, I just…”

“Y/N, no. I didn’t think that…” You smile at him in relief, and he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Let’s go, alright?” He puts his hand down, caressing your arm gently and you walk out of your office to lock it.

Dean took you to a restaurant you’d never been to. It wasn’t fancy at all and you were happy about that. As it was his pick, the music was great and not too loud to interrupt conversations. The dim purple and blue lighting against his features sure was something you wanted to take in and take a mental picture of. You enjoyed every minute of that night; the talking, the laughing, the sincerity and familiar comfort of your relationship with him…everything came together into a magical night. It felt like a fresh, exciting moment that was long overdue. As if both of you had been marking the days off your calendar and waiting for this exact moment.

“You have a brother? You’ve never mentioned him before…how…is he younger?” That was one of the first topics of the night. He slowly let you into his family history, though he didn’t say much, you appreciated that he was trying.

“He’s…four years younger. We…well, we’re very different. He chose one path, I chose another.” He shrugs.

“Do you guys talk?”

“Often, yeah. We call each other. It’s been a long while since we saw each other but we’re in touch.”

“That’s nice…I guess.” You nod.

“Do you have siblings?”

“I don’t talk to my family.” You blurt out, looking away from him and then down at your hands on the table. “I kinda…ran away from them. I…we were so distant and foreign to each other.” You shake your head, looking up to search his eyes. “I just feel like walking away from them was only way. They kept trying to pretend like we were a family, like suffering together was any indication of family unity. I hated every bit of it.” His eyes stared so intensely into yours that you felt like every door to his soul was open…and yours were too. It felt like he was the only person who was willing to listen after everything you’d gone through.

“Got too deep too early, let’s switch the subject for a moment.” He slowly places a hand over yours.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He nods softly as he traced your hand with his thumb and then slowly took his hand off.

/

Your smooth conversation went on as you walked slowly across the hall and reached your door.

“Dean, I had the most incredible night ever. Really, I just…thank you…for being you.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to thank me.” He pauses. “I’d do anything to make you happy.” You step closer to him as you pull him into a hug. He puts his arms around your waist and you stand there for a moment before slowly pulling away, keeping a hand around his neck. Unable to even consider it, you lean over, diving into a kiss as if his lips were calling out for yours. You feel his hands tighten around your waist as both of you deepen the kiss until you’re missing oxygen. You take a step backwards, his lips still exploring yours as your back hits the door. Both of you chuckle at that and pull away as you stare at each other, gasping for air.

You take out your keys from your purse and before you know it, he takes it from your hand, unlocking the door himself. If he hadn’t been holding you, your knees would’ve failed and you would’ve dropped on the floor. Both of you step into your place, his free hand closing the door behind him as your hands pull at the ends of the hair he’s growing out much to your agreement. Your lips find each other again, and his hands skillfully take off your coat and swiftly move down to your skirt, pulling it up gently. You chuckle against his lips as your warm and now seemingly attached bodies move to your bedroom. Your thighs reach the edge of your bed as his hands grip you tight and help you lay on the bed carefully and delicately. You smile at the gentle gesture and then he kneels on the bed, his knees at your sides, taking off his jacket and his shirt slowly…yeah, he wanted you to enjoy the show. Your eyes quickly fall to the tattoo he’d so skillfully hidden from you all this time and he quickly picks it up.

“I’ll tell you about it later, sweetheart.” Your body turns to jelly as he speaks those words and kneels in front of you like that and then he leans over again, slowly taking your lips into a seemingly endless and adoring kiss.

/

As you lay in silence, with his arm around you and the covers shielding your almost naked body from the cold, he chuckles, making his chest rumble against your ear.

“What is it?” You ask as you trace your fingers along his chest and down his abdomen.

“That tickles…” His rough voice turns ten time lower but softer at the same time when he murmurs.

“You’re that ticklish?” You ask, teasing him by drumming your fingers over his abdomen. He chuckles again, and you do it too, with your heart warmed at his reaction. He hums as you continue, and he instinctively clenches his hand around your arm.

“Stop it, honey.” He says, gently, still chuckling. You stop, afraid to push any boundaries that are still unknown to you.

“Okay, sorry.” You reply, placing a gentle kiss on his chest, right below his tattoo.

“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just not used to it.” He clears his throat, and he lowers the hand around your arm to embrace your waist, pulling you closer to his body if it’s possible.

“Hey, are you okay?” You look up at him, refusing to move your body away from his.

“Yeah, what do you mean?” You frown as he caresses your back with his fingertips.

“Well, it’s just that what just happened is literally what you wanted to avoid. What we’d agreed on. At least for a while.”

“Oh, Dean.” You chuckle, unable to resist the urge to kiss his chest again. “It’s fine…it’s more than that. I…know what I said, and I can’t help but feel…”

“Scared.” His eyes search yours. You hum in agreement, but his fingertips on your back are reassurance enough.

“I do but...it’s just…I mean you and I here, in this moment, in every other moment. Dean, it’s just right. The only time I’ve ever felt this sure about anything in my life was when I left home. Then you came along and showed me what safety is. Even when you were out there, available to every chick on the planet, I knew you were there and that I could count on you.” You reach up and run your fingers through his hair, his golden, shiny hair that rebels against him and falls over his eyes.

“You have a way with words, baby.” You can’t help but let out a dramatic breath and bury your face on his chest, chuckling. Blushed like never before, you look up at him again. “What?” He gives you a small smile.

“You calling me ‘baby’…made me feel like a teenager in love.” You reach up and place a slow kiss on his lips.

“In love, huh?”

“Shut up.” You reach up and kiss him again.

“You’re dying to know about the tattoo, aren’t you?” You chuckle, sitting up, pulling the sheets to cover your chest.

“I am but if you don’t want to tell me I won’t force it out of you. That rule stays.”

“I will.” He nods. “Hey, call in sick tomorrow, spend the day with me at the store.” He caresses your knee as he places his arm behind his head so he can look up at you.

“What?” You chuckle.

“I’m serious. It’s just one day, you never do that. I want to be around you and take you out for breakfast and lunch.” He sits up, resting on the headboard as you slide closer to him. “Besides, it’s kinda late know, you won’t get up tomorrow anyways.” He shrugs, making you laugh.

“I’ll call in sick.” His eyes widen like a child that’s been given his favorite toy, and you lean over to place a kiss on his lips. “You can’t play those puppy eyes on me all the time, alright? I won’t ever get anything done.” He chuckles and you get out of the bed, holding the sheet around you for modesty.

“Where are you going?” He asks as you pick up his shirt from the floor and put it on.

“To the bathroom.” You shrug, not missing the look he gives you. “What?” You ask, amused.

“You look so beautiful in that shirt, that’s all.” You can’t help but quickly climb on the bed and kiss him again, and then you head to the bathroom.

You come back to bed and both of you change into clothes that are more fitting to sleep. He puts on the t-shirt he was wearing beneath his shirt, and you put on your pajamas, unable to escape his teasing when he sees a huge teddy bear on your t-shirt.

“They were on sale and they’re super cute. You have hot-dog sweatpants and ‘send noods’ noodle socks.”

“Alright, fair point.” He holds up his hands in surrender. You climb into the bed and resume your position curled up against him. He lets out a deep sigh, caressing your arm with his fingertips.

“Good night, Dean.” You put your arm around his torso, holding on to it gently.

“Good night, sweetheart.”

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Any Way That You Want Me [3]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

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Masterlist | Part Two

The air is light and the morning, cold. The warmth of each other’s body shields you from the real world, and the beat of his heart soothes you as gently as the wind blows the tree leaves outside.

“Are you okay there? Are you too cold?” He asks, lowly, and you instinctively curl up against him closer—if it’s possible. You caress his bare chest with your fingertips and place a soft kiss right where his heart beats at the rhythm of yours.

“I’m good.” You murmur. “Perfect, actually.” His hand gently traces your skin as he places a kiss on the top of your hair.

“You’re a bit silent there, you know.” He adds, and you look up, resting your hand on his chest and then your chin on top of it.

“Because I’m always so chatty?” You tease him, making him chuckle. His hand now traces your back, sending shivers down your body and a familiar heat to your stomach.

“Well…yeah.” You quirk up an eyebrow. “There’s nothing wrong, right?” His frown quickly fades when you reach up to brush your lips against his, and he presses his lips to deepen the kiss. You slowly pull away and stare at him for a moment, admiring the sunlight gently shining through his magical irises and giving his eyelashes another shade of blonde.

“God, I love your eyes.” You whisper, gently shaking your head.

“I love you, Y/N.”

It’s always the same dream. The same vivid dream of him telling you he loved you and you remaining silent. No matter how beautiful and heartwarming the dream was, you never said ‘I love you’ back. Sam used to tell Dean that his nightmares were always about his fears, ever since they were kids. Dean always told him to shut up. But it was true.

Waking up on a Sunday morning has never been so bitter. He feels hungover on sadness and confusion, and a little bit on alcohol, too. Last night, Dean came home alone again. No companion tagging along except for the bottle of cheap whisky he bought on his way back. He played some music, not too loud so you wouldn’t have to come over and complain, and he lay on his bed taking big sips of booze and wondering what he had done wrong or how he had misunderstood your feelings. He hated—loathed—drowning his pain in a drink (or six), it reminded him of the life he’d had with Sam and the way he numbed the anguish with beers and tequila. He didn’t hate every part of his life with Sam, but there are some moments he wished he’d never have to relive. And here he was again, acting like an angry teenager and struggling with his feelings. He may be a grown man now and he may have lived a bunch of crap but if there was one thing he never understood was his own heart.

His phone rang that night, luckily before he passed out and he struggled to hit the green button.

“Hey, Sammy.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Nah,” He smiled to himself. “A bit.”

“What happened? Are you okay? Are you home?”

“I’m fine, Sammy. I’m great! I have never been better.”

“So, you’re drinking to celebrate or…?”

“I’m drinking because I can and because I have no one to answer to! No one to tell me to stop, or to be pissed at me. I’m drinking because I’m all alone!”

“Dean, what’s going on?” Sam insisted, knowing his brother all too well.

“Nothing! I wanted to kiss Y/N and she didn’t want to kiss me. Big deal! I’m a free man!”

“Oh God.” Sam murmured to himself. “Dean, please tell me you won’t do something stupid. Sober up and think things through, alright?”

“What’s there to think about? She’s just a friend. She’s just my neighbor. And I’m just the idiot that fell for her. It is what it is, Sammy.”

“Are you sure she didn’t want…anything?”

“Yep! Pretty sure. She stared at me and said…” Dean burped and chuckled. “She said ‘no’.”

“No? What the hell does that mean?”

“You tell me! I’ve been trying to figure it out but I’m done! I’m free!”

“Stop saying you’re free, you sound like you’re out of prison.” Sam paused. “Listen, I’m sure there’s an explanation but don’t look for it now. Get some sleep and you’ll work it out…sober.”

“I’m not taking orders from you.” Dean said, making Sam roll his eyes.

“Sure.” Sam said, giving in to his brother’s drunk tantrum. “Just get some sleep.”

“Whatever you say, Sammy.” Dean hung up and let himself fall on the bed.

After contemplating if it was worth even getting out of bed, he lifts his body—heavier than ever—and forces himself to take a shower and turn his day into a less miserable one. It’s the first Sunday in a long time that he has no idea what to do, that he has absolutely no reason to go out or even do something at home. He searches his thoughts for the idea to text you. He doesn’t. He’s scared he made you feel uncomfortable, but he’s also scared of all the crappy feelings he’s having. He doesn’t understand them yet, but they bug the crap out of him.

You know what happened yesterday is nobody’s fault. The moment built itself and when it was too big for you, you panicked. You thought of all the hurt it would bring you to idealize him and consider becoming more than friends, whatever that meant. You thought of all the girls he’s brought to his place, and reminded yourself that you didn’t want to be just a name on his list, if he even bothers to remember names, that is. You thought of all the feelings he would fail to understand if you poured them all out on him. But you also know that the one to say no was you. In that moment it seemed that he wanted it more than you did, then again, Dean’s obviously more confident than you are. Telling yourself you shouldn’t feel guilty about pulling away from him like that, you still feel you should make it alright. With a trembling hand you reach for your phone and open his chat. The blinking cursor gets on your nerves, so you type the first thing that comes to mind.

“I made enough waffles for two (or four) in case you’re hungry.” Bleh. What a cliché, stupid line. You hit send anyways and sigh as you wait for an answer…or even for him to read it.

Dean stares blankly at his phone, not even unlocking it to read the text. He sits on the edge of his bed and decides he’s acting ridiculous and stupid. He replies with a surprised emoji and adds “OMW.”

He takes his phone, his keys, and his jacket, and confidently walks across the hall.

He knocks on your door, more hesitantly than other days, and it takes you two seconds to open.

“Hey.” He says instantly, but he doesn’t smile at you. You say nothing—maybe because you can’t get any words out or because you have no idea what you could possibly tell him. You let him in and he walks rather carefully, not even making at sound with his feet. He takes off his jacket and leaves it on the couch, as he always does. Both of you head to the kitchen, hardly breathing with the lack of air that took over the room.

He sits on his usual stool, and you pour him a cup of coffee. As you place the cup in front of him, you break the ice.

“How was the store yesterday?”

“’twas great.” He almost murmurs, taking a sip of coffee. “How are you?” He quirks up an eyebrow and stares for a moment.

“I’m great, too…I guess. Went shopping yesterday, some books, thrift stores…” You shrug as you serve him some waffles. After you serve your food you sit beside him, and you don’t even cut your waffle in pieces before he speaks.

“So…you’re good.” You glance at him, frowning questioningly.

“Dean, what is it?”

“I’m just asking,” He flutters his eyelashes the way he does when he asks a question annoyingly. “If you’re good and…totally unaffected by what happened yesterday.” Dean couldn’t even explain why his words came out like that. With your eyes widened, you shift on your seat so your body is facing him now, and you take a breath as your eyes dart all over the room. “Y/N, I’m…I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable yesterday, I do.”

“Dean…” You fix your gaze on his and cross your arms as if you’re protecting yourself from the chill that suddenly ran across the room. “You did not make me uncomfortable.” You shake your head gently. Your brain stopped there; you couldn’t find anything else to say, anything that would help you hide your feelings. You didn’t want to know why he had done that, you just wanted to go back to how things were.

“Then what was it, Y/N? Would it be so…crazy if we…if we weren’t just friends?” Your expression quickly shifts to shock and confusion, but he sits there waiting for your answer with a jaw clench and a slight frown.

“Alright…” You nod. “What’s going on? Is this some kind of prank you’re pulling on me to see how I react?” You narrow your eyes at him challengingly.

“It’s not a joke.” He replies quickly, shaking his head. “Would it be so bad?”

“It probably would be considering you have absolutely zero interest in commitment and relationships. In the two years that I’ve known you you’ve made it unbelievably clear that you don’t like relationships, that you don’t need them, and that you don’t want them in the first place! Why would I ever think otherwise?”

“Y/N…”

“No, Dean. This doesn’t happen overnight.” You shake your head. “Yes, we had a moment. Probably because I was grateful that you had let me stay, or because I felt that I can trust you more than I had thought, or because—and this you know—I really do find you attractive. But that’s that, Dean. That’s all there is.”

“Sweetheart, it’s different with you.” Man, if there was a contest for puppy eyes he’d win in a heartbeat.

“Oh no. No. Don’t call me that, and do not tell me it’s different. Why would it suddenly be different with me? Because it would be easier because I live across the hall?”

“Y/N! Why are you fighting this?”

“Fighting what?”

“This…us!”

“Dean! Answer me! Why is it different with me? Please, I want to know.”

“Because you know me. And I know you.”

“Know you? Alright, let’s recap a bit. I have known you for two years. For six months, I didn’t know your last name. I know you like music, and a bit of what type of music you like, I know you like movies, and books, and girls, unless you’ve failed to disclose otherwise. I know you have a record store and I know  you like to eat, burgers, for instance. I know you are a great guy, with an even bigger heart, Dean, I have no doubt about that. But it’s in your eyes…all the things I don’t know yet, all the things you’ve never told me, all the stories that might not be so pleasant that I’d still love to hear about, all the places you’ve lived, all the things you have done, the family you’ve left behind. It’s in your eyes, and even if I’ve respected that and let you share what you wanted to share…you can’t say I know you, Dean.” You finally let out the huge breath you had to take in to say everything, and you stare at him. His turn to answer.

“I know, Y/N, and I…want to tell you, I do.” He replies with a frown.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to tell me because you feel obligated, Dean. I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me these things, and I’m not saying this is about me. I know you have your emotional baggage, and something or someone in your life made you be so private and that’s okay. I don’t want to force you into anything, Dean. That’s why I wasn’t going to bring up what happened yesterday…”

“But I wanted to kiss you. I… want to kiss you. And…I know that to you a kiss means more than it does to me. But I swear, Y/N. I wish you knew that with you, things are different. Better.” You jump down from your stool so you’re standing in front of him as he tightens his lips, letting you see right through his eyes.

“Dean, I don’t think you’re ready for all of this. But I don’t know what’s going on in your head, so I’ll say this…for me.” You run a hand through his long hair. “I don’t want to jump into this because I am scared to get hurt. I know that you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, but there’s a big chance that things get messed up because there’s so much we don’t know about each other and because you’ve never been in real relationship…” He grabs your wrist gently, keeping your fingers tangled in his hair.

“So, what do we do?”

“We…get to know each other.” You almost murmur. “For real, this time.” His lips slowly curl up in a sad smile, and you slowly put your hand down.

“I can do that.” He whispers. You smile at him and your gaze trace his features, making you slightly frown. “What is it?” He asks, the tone on his voice recovered.

“Did you get drunk last night?” His widened eyes betray him and he grabs his coffee, hiding his face in his cup.

“Why would you think that?” He asks, putting the cup down.

“You have your hungover eyes.” You say, chuckling.

“What the hell are my hungover eyes?” He asks, rather outraged.

“I don’t know, they’re kinda lazy and greener than usual. And the crinkles around them show more.” You cock your head to one side as if you’re examining him thoroughly, unable to hide your smile. He instinctively smiles wider, and fixes his gaze on yours.

“Can’t wait to know what else you’ve seen in me that I have no idea about.” He shakes his head.

“I have a ton of those…you’re fun to watch.” You shrug and he chuckles.

“I hope you’re not here just for my breathtaking looks.”

“That’s just a perk.”  He smiles. “And keep growing that hair, please.” You add, making him quirk up an amused eyebrow.

“Really?”

“Works for me.”

“Well if it works for you, then…” He runs a hand through his hair, moving a strand that had fallen over his face. You shake your head in disbelief, biting your cheek and holding your smile.

“Let’s just eat, okay? I don’t want to keep feeding your ego.”

“You fed it enough for today, thanks.” You both chuckle and have breakfast, as usual. Except this time, things are not as usual anymore. Now, you both put your feelings out there…kind of?  And your intentions are pretty clear. You didn’t let him see how much your heart was at rest knowing he’d been having you in the back of his head. Sure, it hurt a bit that all this time he’s been parading girls right in front of your face and leading you to believe that he only saw you as a pillow to talk to. But that’s part of who Dean is, anyway. At least that’s what you’re trying to find out. Yeah, things seem a bit messed up now but the way he looked at you and how his eyes met yours, synching the beat of your hearts…it was something new that you were willing to open up to. Slowly.

For a moment there was tension in the air, but it quickly faded once you agreed to have a quiet Sunday at home. He went to his place to grab a couple of movies but then you beat him in rock, paper, scissors, so you would pick more movies than him. For the sake of your now delicate friendship, you decided to watch movies on the couch, were there would be fewer chances of getting cozy and losing your self-control.

Part Four

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Any Way That You Want Me [2]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

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Masterlist | Part One

“You fell asleep on his lap? When did you start dating?”

“We’re not.” You eye Charlie with no amusement as you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

“So? What was that about? What did he say?”

“Nothing! It’s a friends’ thing, okay? We were watching a movie and I just wanted to lie down. There was a pillow on his lap if you’re wondering.”

“So, he was cool with it?”

“Of course he was, it meant nothing.”

“Y/N, you’re going to have to tell him eventually. Your crush only grows bigger and once you can’t hide your feelings anymore, it’s not gonna be pretty.”

“Being rejected ain’t pretty either, you know.”

“But he won’t!” You stare at Charlie with an almost unamused expression and take a deep breath.

“Charlie, it’s fine. I’ve come to terms that this is just a crush and that Dean will never want to be in a relationship. If he’s ever ready, it’ll probably be too late and he’ll be in love with some hot chick he met doing shots.”

“But you are a hot chick, and you do shots together all the time.”

“Charlie, drop it. It’s not happening.” You shake your head.

Spending a whole Sunday and a Monday night together seemed like a lot already…not for you, obviously. Dean and you hang out all the time…never on consecutive days. He’s usually spending weekdays at bars, picking up girls when he knows he doesn’t have to open his store early. And you’re usually too tired or busy to go out anyways. Once you realized you had this stupid crush, you’ve decided to stay away from him unless he’s against that; if he tells you to hang out, you do. If he doesn’t want to hang out, good. Pushing him into spending time with you just under the lame excuse that you’re entitled to “be with him because you’re best friends” would be pathetic. Dean’s a closed book, he’s fun to hang out with, he’s cute, and he’s surely great at picking up girls. The rest is a mystery to you.

/

Dean could think of nothing but last night today at work. He attended some customers and was polite enough, but the spark he always feels when he’s making a sale was definitely gone. It’s not that he was sad about what happened per se, it just upset him how easy it is to be around you but how hard it is to tell you how he feels. He knows he’s never felt this way, he knows he’s found something with you that he will never find again. But that’s just it. What if he loses it all? What if he messes it all up and ends up heartbroken? He couldn’t bear the idea of not seeing you, of not being able to just knock on your door when he’s upset and needs a friend to talk to. He can’t stand the idea of you dating someone else and rub it in his nose because he was too much of a coward to take a leap and let you catch him.

“If you’re hearing this, it means I trust you. Leave a message.” Dean rolls his eyes as he hears Sam’s voicemail and lets out a breath in exasperation.

“Sam, when are you going to actually pick up? Just because we don’t see each other, it doesn’t mean we can’t talk.” He sighs and sits on his bed.

“I guess this is stupid but,” He clears his throat. “I don’t know what to do about Y/N anymore. I don’t want to lose her…but I love her too much, Sam…call me.”

Dean figured monopolizing you for two days in a row was too much, and he surely didn’t feel like going out and picking up some girl he has absolutely no interest for. It gets boring; he admitted some time ago that going out and flirting with girls was fun but it wasn’t the kind of fun he wanted to have anymore. He found something new the minute you ran into each other at the hall two years ago, and though it took him some time to realize how his heart leaped up his throat when you dressed up for your nights out, he no longer tries to fight how his heart is at ease with you. He doesn’t try to erase the smile he goes to sleep with whenever you spend time together, he’s not scared of spamming you with selfies and texts when he’s having a slow day at the store.

He lets his body fall on the bed, and he thinks of how he messed up your relationship when he made it clear to you that he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy and that you two were strictly friends. He closed the door for any chance at having you…forever. He can’t blame you for keeping your distance and for sticking to the strictly friends unspoken rule. He surrenders to nostalgia and searches his phone for all the pictures you’ve taken these years, and he smiles when he finds the one you took at Central Park the first time you went out. Well, as friends obviously. You were walking with a coffee in hand and as you sat down, a woman in her 60s, probably, approached you.

“Excuse me, I apologize for the intrusion,” You smiled at her politeness and eyed Dean to find he was doing the same. “You two just look so happy together. May I take a picture?” Dean never told you how he noticed your cheeks turning ten shades of red, and you never told him how you noticed his eyes darting everywhere to avoid looking at you. You both chuckled and hopelessly mumbled that you weren’t actually together.

“Oh…I’m sorry. Would you still let me take a picture? It’s such a beautiful day…”

“Sure.” Dean answered in half a second. You agreed too and Dean gave the woman his phone as you two slid closer on the bench. He propped his elbow on the backrest and you lay your head on his shoulder. The woman’s face lit up in a huge grin as she carefully took the picture (two, actually). The first one was the still pose where you two smiled, and the second was where Dean told you a joke (which you’ve already forgotten about) and you laughed as you looked at him and he put his arm around you without realizing he did.

The woman walked towards you and gave Dean his phone back. “Take care of each other, you two.” She said.

“We will.” Dean replied with a gentle smile.

Dean stares at the second picture, his favorite. He wonders if there were feelings involved in that beautiful, honest smile you gave him. He wonders what he was thinking when he let his arm fall around you, as if he had wanted to do that for so long.

/

It’s finally Friday but you haven’t made any plans for tonight or the weekend besides Sunday breakfast with Dean. Charlie says she has to go out of town for a wedding, and she’s basically your only friend…again…besides Dean.

“I can’t believe that on the one weekend that I’m in the mood of going out, you’re not gonna be here.” You tell Charlie as you pack up your stuff and prepare to leave the office.

“Maybe that’ll teach you to miss me when I’m gone.” She teases you, and you chuckle. “What about Dean? Haven’t you talked since your incident of Monday night?”

“It was not an incident and, yes, we’ve talked but not about tonight. He probably has plans already.”

“Dean’s ‘plans’ are just sitting at a bar and drink until he finds a chick to flirt with. It’s not like he can’t change his mind.” She rolls her eyes. “Plus, for you, he’d change it in a heartbeat.”

“Shut up.” You groan in frustration.

“I’m just saying, you should call him and see what’s up. Bet you’ll end up watching a movie again and maybe this time you’ll actually make out instead of making eyes at each other and falling asleep on his chest.”

“We do not make eyes and what if I’ve fallen asleep on him? It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“It doesn’t have to…but with you two…”

“Fine, I’ll call.”

/

You hate it when Charlie is right, but the second you asked Dean if he had plans, he said he’d go out and grab some snacks for movie night. You smiled at how quickly he agreed, and your heart clenched at the thought of always having him around when you need him.

As you’re walking down the hall to your apartment, he calls your name and you turn to find him holding tons of junk food, a pizza, and some beers.

“How many nights in a row are we gonna watch movies?” You ask him, and he gives you a goofy smile.

“I’m prepared, I’ve seen you eat and drink.”

“Fair enough.” He opens the door to his apartment and gestures for you to walk in.

“I’ll just change into comfier clothes, can’t watch two whole movies in this outfit.” You look down at your clothes and when you glance at him, you notice he’s doing the same.

“Right.” He says after a moment. “Door’s open when you’re ready.” You nod and go into your apartment to put on some sweat pants, a t-shirt and your warmest socks. Wiping off your make up, you wonder if Dean has ever seen you without make up, at least a touch of it. You second guess if you’re comfortable with it and finally settle on not giving a damn about it, it’s Dean after all…right? You grab a couple of beers from your fridge in case Dean monopolizes the ones he just bought and go across the hall to his place. You knock before entering, though the door was open, and make your way to his kitchen where he’s taking out everything he bought for tonight.

As you enter the kitchen, he glances up and stares at you for a moment with a trace of a smile and widened eyes that you swear light up the room.

“What is it?” You chuckle and step towards him. He clears his throat and glances down at his feet,

“Nothing,” He glances up at you again to give you a small smile. “Never seen you without…”

“Make-up?” You frown. He nods and hopes you don’t notice how he swallows to gain composure, and you smile widely at him.

“Well, it’s been a long day and…I’m comfortable around you.” You shrug and bite your lip.

“Good.” He almost murmurs and clears his throat again, frowning as if that’s going to help erase the smile that refuses to leave his face.

“I’ve brought some beers in case we run out.” You say as you hold them up and place them on the counter.

“You know me so well.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “So, living room or bedroom?” He asks as he pours some chips on a big bowl.

“Honestly?” He narrows his eyes at you, knowing what you’re going to say. “Don’t look at me like that!” You chuckle. “You know I’ve always preferred watching movies on a bed, and your pillows are extremely fancy.”

“My pillows are not fancy.”

“Yes, they are. I don’t know what you’re ashamed of, girls gotta love them when they come over.” You cross your arms defiantly and he chuckles at your comeback.

“Fair point.”

“Which pops my question: did you change your bedsheets from last night?” You quirk up your eyebrow and his expression quickly falls into his unamused death stare. “You can’t blame me for asking! I know you change them every time a visitor comes, I just gotta make sure.” You shrug.

“One, I haven’t had a visitor in more than a week. Two, of course I change them every time, I’m not a psychopath.”

“A week, huh?” You bite your lip in amusement.

“What?” He frowns almost offended.

“Nothing.” You hold up your hands innocently, but can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips.

“What’s wrong with not having girls over?”

“There’s nothing wrong! I’m surprised, that’s all.” You shrug. He bites his lip in exasperation and you hit his arm gently. “Don’t get all softie on me, I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear.”

“Good.” He nods.

Compromise has helped your relationship survive through the years; the plan tonight was two movies, so each of you picked one, even if it risked the other falling asleep.

You were serious about his fancy, marshmallow pillows, but deep down you know nothing beats the warmth of being surrounded by his arm and resting your head on his chest. After your movie, you used the excuse, which would’ve been pathetic if he wasn’t so oblivious to your feelings, of wanting to rest your stiff neck. Without a second thought, he stretched out his arm for you to curl up beside him, resting your head where his slow heartbeat hits your eardrum. The soft breath that escaped Dean’s lips would’ve been enough of an indication of his comfort if the thought of him loving you was more than the dreams you’ve had of you and him going to the movies and holding hands as you walk out with a fulfilled heart.

You make yourself comfortable as he lets his arm fall around you, and his stomach twists as he instinctively caresses your arm. You smile, biting your lip to hold the girlish squeal that threatens to escape your throat, and you simply place your hand almost shakily on his chest.

Luckily, this time, you fell asleep during the movie you picked. No scowl from Dean to wait for. Dean looks down at you and the view of your eyes gently shut and your steady breath brings a smile to his face. At the risk of waking you up, he cautiously lifts his arm. You don’t even flinch.

He gently gets out of bed, making sure your head rests nicely on his pillows. Your body slightly reacts to his absence, though you can’t get your brains to wake up.

Dean was kind enough to never remind you of the childlike way you mumbled, “Don’t go.” in your sleep. He smiled widely, knowing you couldn’t see him, and he leaned over to kiss your hair.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m getting you a blanket.” He whispered. To this day, you swear it was all a dream. You’ve never brought it up. Dean taking care of you like that doesn’t sound so unfamiliar, but the gentleness in his touch and his voice surely seemed like something new that you wanted to feel in reality and not during a dream. Dean hated that he didn’t have the courage to tell you more that night, that he barely refrained from kissing your cheek and tell you how beautiful you looked wrapped up in his arms.

The trace of early autumn cold didn’t hit you as hard as every other morning today. The blanket covered you from your neck to your toes, and you curl up as you slowly open your eyes. With a deep breath, you catch a trace of a familiar cologne in your pillow, and you frown as you glance around to find whose apartment you are in. Crap, I fell asleep on his bed? With a deep sigh you run a hand over your face, groaning in frustration and staring at the ceiling for a moment. You look to your side to find a glass of water and a note on the bedside table.

Went out to buy ourselves some breakfast, there’s a new toothbrush and mouthwash in the bathroom. Don’t drink coffee without me, your phone was dead so I plugged it in the kitchen.

Reluctantly, you sit up on the bed and drink some water before stretching a bit. You read the note again, with his voice in your head, and smile. You look around and find a hoodie on the bed. Did he leave it for me? You wonder, but quickly erase the thought with an eye roll. You put it on anyways, the morning’s cold and you’re not about to walk around with the blanket on your back. You’re grateful he left something for you to wash up before he gets here; morning breath is not something you want Dean to know about you just yet.

As you walk out of the bathroom, you hear him opening the door and walking in, so you head to the kitchen to prepare some coffee.

“Were you about to drink coffee without me?” He says, making you turn to see him.

“I heard you come in five seconds ago, I read your note, I’m not that much of a jerk.” You cross your arms in front of you.

“Good.” He sets the groceries on the island and you resume preparing coffee.

“How much food did you need to buy anyways?” You ask as you help him, noticing he brought frozen waffles, honey, maple syrup, whipped cream and basically ever other breakfast food a human could think of.

“Well, I never have breakfast food here and I wanted waffles but I also craved some eggs and bacon. Besides, you’re here, so I needed provisions.” He says and then he fixes his gaze on you.  He’ll never tell you how his heart felt warmer at the image of you in his clothes, or how he knew right then that you were the only girl he’d ever want to see them on. “Is that my hoodie?” He frowns, pointing at you.

You widen your eyes and look down at the hoodie, “Uh, yeah…” You murmur. “Should I not have taken it?” You ask, frowning.

“Oh, no, that’s fine, sweetheart. I just hadn’t noticed you were wearing it.” Your heart jolts in your chest at the pet name, but you simply smile at him to avoid saying something stupid and ruin the moment.

“You know I have waffles and everything in my place, right?” You ask as you put some stuff in the fridge.

“Well, yeah, but I didn’t want to go in without your permission.” You stare at him with a smirk and he glances up at you, questioningly. “What?” He quirks up an eyebrow.

“You could have. My keys were on the bedside table, Dean.”

“I know…I just…didn’t want to invade your space like that.”

“Like I invaded your bed last night?” You quirk up an eyebrow. “Sorry about that, by the way…about…sleeping here. I know how much you love your memory foam mattress and your fancy hotel pillows.” He walks around the island to stand in front of you.

“You can stay here whenever you need to and whenever you want to, alright?” He says, resting his hand on your shoulder. Your smile makes its way back on your face as you find that glow in his green eyes that’s there every time he fixes his gaze on yours.

“Understood.” You nod and press your lips to avoid saying anything else. “Coffee?” You add as the smell of the freshly made badge fills the room.

He hums in agreement as he smirks at you.

“Hey, Dean?” You say as he puts some waffles in the toaster. He turns to see you as you sit on the stool and taste the first glorious sip of coffee. “Don’t you open the store on Saturdays, too?” He raises his eyebrows and directs his gaze to the coffee maker as he pours himself some coffee.

“Yeah…I mean, I do but…I didn’t have deliveries today so I figured I could afford opening up later.” He shrugs as he sits beside you, avoiding looking at your eyes. You don’t even try to hide the smile his nervousness brought to your face, and he glances at you with a puzzled look. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Nothing, the coffee’s really good, that’s all.” You hide your face in your mug as he clears his throat and finds his own coffee more interesting than anything else in the room.

After breakfast Dean said he was sorry he had to work, but he’d be free on Sunday if you wanted to hang out.

“Of course, I’d love to.” You say, jumping down from the stool and picking up your dishes. You help him set the dishwasher and you rest your body on the counter as he stands in front of you, looking at you, and tracing your features with his gaze.

“Dean…I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable staying here.”

“Y/N…” He rests his hand on the counter, his figure slightly leaning towards you.

“But thank you for…everything, you’re a great host, you know that?” You offer him a smile as he fights the urge of tracing your cheekbone with his thumb by burying his other hand in his pocket.

“You could never make me uncomfortable.” He shakes his head gently. “And keep the hoodie. It’s cold today.” And in that instant, he shakes your world and pulls the rug from underneath your feet as he winks at you. You could swear the twinkle in his eyes was brighter than fireworks, and the tightness in your stomach left you speechless.  

“You’re gonna be late for work.” You add as you notice his feet don’t even shift to move away.

“I’m my own boss, Y/N.” He quirks up an eyebrow.

“Customers will be angry and never come back to buy, you know.” You add, but this time your courage is fading, and your voice is weaker, lower. Your gazes keep drawn together, unable to be torn apart and you clear your throat. “Dean…”

“Y/N?”

“No.” A syllable punched Dean in the gut. No? What the hell did that mean? Why didn’t he lean over and kiss you? Or why didn’t you reach up to kiss him? Why would you avoid everything when every second of that moment pointed out the obvious? He couldn’t do a thing but nod and step away from you slowly, reluctantly. Your eyes couldn’t leave each other’s, but your bodies surely grew apart, along with Dean’s heart from the idea of you loving him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He nodded and you headed to his room to grab your house keys and left his place.

Dean couldn’t care less about his stupid store, or the customers he’d lose today. He’d lost you, he’d lost his heart to two letters that stabbed his heart and ripped it to shreds. He’d lost any stupid idea he had of love, and he remembered Sam’s words: When I think of you being happy, I see you with Y/N, man. Would it be so bad to try? Dean had thought it could’ve been bad. He didn’t think it would leave him speechless, broken, and stranded on a void without answers.

PART THREE

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Any Way That You Want Me [1]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x female reader (AU Record store owner!Dean x writer!female reader)

Summary: Dean’s your neighbor and best friend...and who wouldn’t have a crush on Dean Winchester?

Requests are open. Tagging for a permanent list and this fic are open.

Yes I know this is probably the oldest prompt in history but who cares, I love fluffy, funny, soft Dean.

Yes, the title is a Radio Company song. No, I didn’t base my fic on that but it kinda fits?

Also, pls use current Jackles look (long hair, scruff/beard) as reference for this fic, trust me.

Masterlist

With your favorite background music, you prepare a snack fit for a Saturday movie night: popcorn, a light sandwich, and a glass of wine are the basics for a low-key, quiet night. You went out last night with your co-workers and even if you love them, you’re always more of an indoors kind of person. As the decent neighbor you are, your music isn’t too loud so others can’t hear it, which means you can hear every time your neighbor across the hall brings in one of his female visitors. It’s not like you can hear the whole thing, but at least the welcome and goodbye at the door are good indicators of what his night will be like.

You chuckle at Dean and his ability to flirt with whoever he pleases and even get them to come back to his place. Dean’s great, you’re good friends, and you know you can always count on him for anything. Even to fix things in your apartment or give you a ride somewhere you don’t know. Though a reliable friend and neighbor, his charm doesn’t escape you. His stupid jokes, his endless film references, and his otherworldly metabolism that lets him eat six cheeseburgers in five days are some of the most amusing things about him.

As you turn off your music and make yourself comfortable on the couch, you press play and sit back to enjoy a new discovery in independent film.

/

Across the hall, a girl discovers she likes blonde, green-eyed boys…especially the one she’s sharing a bed with. She played hard to get earlier tonight, but she just found out it was all worth it.

Comes Sunday morning and she’s already gone, and an un-surprised Dean sighs deeply as he gets out of bed and takes a quick shower. He puts on his black t-shirt and quickly dries his hair before heading to your place for the usual Sunday breakfast you agreed on once you both silently decided that you were friends and actually enjoyed each other’s company. Dean doesn’t have friends, and it’s not an overstatement, it’s just who he is. There’s got to be something behind that…but you just haven’t asked. And he doesn’t have girl friends either, which is why it’s still a mystery to you how you two have come to this.

He knocks on your door, and you open as you’re still fixing your tank top. It escapes your sight how he smirks and gives you a quick up-and-down look.

“Hey, come in.” You let him in as he walks past you, leaving a slight trace of his just-showered scent.

“Mornin’.” The second you met him, you smiled at how obvious his accent was, but if you’re being honest, it’s kind of part of his appeal. What? You’re not blind, the guy’s hot but you’re not about to let him know, are you?

“How was your night?” You ask as he sits on the counter and you pour him a cup of coffee. He takes a good sip of his coffee and he shakes his head in disbelief.

“It was…uh…great, I guess. Girl was gone when I woke up.” He shrugs.

“Isn’t that the whole point of one-night stands?” You pour yourself a cup of coffee to drink while you’re making waffles, his favorite breakfast. You never used to have waffles, but once you found out he loved them so much, they are a must-have in your kitchen.

“Yeah, but sometimes they stay, you know…for one last…” You chuckle and he shrugs. “What are you laughing about?”

“Nothing! It’s just funny when you get all worked up over a girl that you just met and specifically just wanted to get to bed.” He rolls his eyes at you and keeps drinking his coffee.

“What about you? Anything exciting happen?”

“If watching two movies and getting half-drunk counts as exciting then, yeah, something happened.” He chuckles and stares at you for a moment. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs.

“Tell me.”

“I just think you should…loosen up from time to time.” He fixes his gaze on yours as you give him a small smile.

“What do you mean, loosen up? I don’t like just sleeping around all the time.” You tell him as you serve him his waffles.

“I’m not saying all the time, but it’s good from time to time. Don’t you think?” He says as he stuffs a huge piece of waffle in his mouth.

“Well, yeah, but…I don’t know…guys these days are just…jerks.”

“Oh, thanks.” He smirks at you.

“You know what I mean. Let’s say you, for instance, when have you ever talked to a girl with absolutely no interest in sleeping with her?” He narrows his eyes mockingly, as if he’s actually thinking about an answer.

“You and I have never slept together.” He states matter-of-factly.

“That wasn’t exactly your choice.” You cross your arms, and quirk up an eyebrow. “Do you actually remember when we met?”

“Yeah, I’d just moved here and we ran into each other at the hall.”

“And?”

“I hit on you.”

“I rest my case.” He presses his lips and you laugh at him, loving every time you win your tiny arguments and he looks down with sad eyes and a pout.

“This has taken a different turn. We were talking about your social life. Come on, when was the last time you slept with someone?” He asks as you sit beside him.

“I’m not telling you that.” You scoff.

“I thought we were friends.”

“Exactly, we are, which is why I know you and I’m not telling you that.”

“Oh, come on! Just an estimate, it doesn’t have to be an exact…date.”

“Sorry, Dean, you aren’t winning this one.” You sip your coffee as you look at him through your eyelashes and he stares at you with that glow in his eyes.

“Alright, you win for now but you still need more dates.”

“Exactly, dates. Not just sex.”

“Where do you draw the line?” You punch his arm and he chuckles. “It’s an honest question! I don’t think I’ve ever had a date.”

You can’t help but laugh at that and he frowns at your reaction.

“Are you serious?” He shrugs. “Wow.”

“Is it that bad?”

“No, I just…I mean, I figured a guy that looks like you would have a little more experience in the dating world and finally ended up deciding that dating is not his thing or something.”

“That looks like me? What’s that supposed to mean?” He quirks up an eyebrow, clearly teasing you about your slight confession and you roll your eyes at him.

“Please, you know exactly what that means. You’ve got a mirror, right?”

“I’m sorry I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He frowns mockingly and stares at you.

“I’m not saying it, Dean.”

“Saying what?”

“You jerk, eat your breakfast.”

“Whatever, you think I’m hot.” He stuffs yet another huge piece of waffle in his mouth and you bite your lip in amusement. So what if you’ve got this little, tiny, minuscule crush on him? It’s not like anything’s going to happen. You’ve seen how he is with girls and you’re not about to become one more conquest for him.

/

It’s not a habit of yours, but today you both decided to go out for a long walk as you grabbed some coffee and caught up with each other’s life.

“So how was your week at work? Any news on that promotion?” He asks you as you sit on a bench underneath a tree that has saved you from the heat and the sun.

“It was great but no, not yet. I shouldn’t have gotten excited about it if it was just a rumor.” You shrug.

“But you deserve it, you’ve worked at that place for two years already. They love you there.”

“They should.” You nod. “What about you? How’s the shop going?”

“It’s great, actually. Lots of sales this week.”

“Really? That’s awesome. You’re great a selling records, you know basically everything about music.”

For a moment, both of you remain silent and stare at each other’s eyes with a small smile on your faces.

“What is it?” He asks, but you were a little too busy staring at that glow in his eyes.

“Nothing.” You shake your head, looking away from him. “Um, I was just thinking.”

“About what? Is everything okay?” He frowns.

“Yeah, I was thinking about, um, what you said about my promotion. I guess I should bring it up somehow, or something.” You look back at him to find him biting his lip and gazing at you.

You press your lips to suppress your amused smile at that look he’s giving you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s giving the look he gives every girl he wants to take home. You’ve gone out with him enough times to know what he does. But no, he’d never look at you like that.

He clears his throat and responds after a moment, “Yeah, totally. At least state your case and be heard.”

“I will.”

The rest of your Sunday goes as smoothly as ever; being with Dean is so easy, it’s like you were meant to be friends and be around each other all the time. You wonder if he feels the same way, you can’t help but question if he really trusts you as much as you trust him, or if he likes your company as much as you like his.

Back at your building you’re standing at your door as you call it a day after having shared all three meals with him today. For lunch, he was craving burgers, as usual. For dinner, he said he wanted pizza, as if he hadn’t had two burgers and fries some hours earlier.

“We should do this more often you know.” He clears his throat, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“We hang out all the time.” You frown, slightly confused.

“Yeah, but…on Sundays we usually just have breakfast together and we go on our own to run errands or whatever.” He pauses. “I mean…it was nice to just…hang out on a Sunday.” He shrugs gently and gives you a crooked grin.

Your stomach twitches at the sound of his rough voice telling you exactly what you wanted to hear, and you simply nod with a smile.

“Anytime.”

“Night, Y/N.”

“Night, Dean.”

/

“So, you’re saying the king of one-night stands, the dude that swept you off your feet since he moved in, and that you managed to turn into your best friend said he wanted to hang out on Sundays with you? Girl, he’s got it for you, too.” Your co-worker and friend Charlie tells you as you both take a break at the coffee lounge in the office.

“How did you come to that conclusion based on that kind of information?” You ask, laughing.

“You’re the one that keeps saying that he doesn’t make friends and that he doesn’t have any. How come he magically makes an exception for you? It’s not like he’s just looking for a meaningless night with you, he likes you more than he knows or wants to admit.”

“That’s ridiculous. How come girls and boys can’t be friends anymore?”

“Oh, they can. But Dean Winchester with the dreamy eyes, ridiculously perfect eyelashes, and beautifully sculpted nose cannot.” You laugh again at how Charlie mocks what you literally think of Dean’s looks. “Besides, I’ve come to your apartment a thousand times. Every time I’m there he knocks on your door with some lame excuse about needing something from you. He hasn’t flirted with me and he doesn’t even know I like girls.”

“Because you’re my friend, Charlie!”

“Exactly my point. He could’ve flirted with me, but he hasn’t. Because I’m your friend and it would risk losing you.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re in denial…and in love.”

Your almost finished conversation is interrupted by a text on your phone. You quickly open it to find a selfie Dean sent you with his chin resting on his palm and a fake pout.

“No customers yet!!!!!” He says.

“No customers at all or no customers you can flirt with?” You reply quickly, with a smile on your face and your attention slightly driven to the close-up of his freckles in his picture.

“HA HA, very funny! Wyd tonight?”

“Y/N!” Charlie exclaims, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

“What?” You widen your eyes to focus your attention on her.

“Did Dean just text you?”

“No.” You scoff. “Well, he just asked what I am doing tonight.”

“What are you going to say?” She quirks up a questioning eyebrow.

“Well, I’m not doing anything.” You shrug.

“Wait, does that mean you’re going on a date?” You roll your eyes at her and get back to Dean’s chat.

“Nothing, what do you have in mind?” You ask him, ignoring Charlie and her endless ideas about you and Dean getting together someday.

/

Setting down the pizza box and two beers, you prepare for a re-re-re watch of The Untouchables. His obsession with mafia movies and westerns only seems to grow over the years. You wonder if he talks about any of this with anyone else.

“Dean, we’ve watched this movie like three hundred times.” You say as you reluctantly sit on the couch and grab a slice of pizza.

“You’re welcome! It’s only one of the best movies of all time!”

“Oh, I know, I’ve seen it.” You emphasize with a chuckle.

“Come on, one last time and we won’t watch it till Christmas.” He almost pouts and you roll your eyes at him.

“Christmas is in less than three months.”

“Plenty of time to forget some dialogue and re-watch it to remember it.” He shrugs as if what he’s saying makes any sense.

After you’ve had three slices of pizza, you grab a cushion and place it on his lap.

“What are you doing?” He asks, pointing at the cushion.

“Resting my head.” You reply, already using his lap as a pillow. He dismisses the jolt in his belly and the comfort that rests in his heart as you set yourself carelessly on his lap.

“You’re going to fall asleep, Y/N!” He fakes annoyance and ignores the childish feeling in his heart.

“I’m not! Just keep watching.” You let out a sigh as you’ve found the most comfortable position on Earth. He is. He lets out a frustrated groan and teases you by placing his cold beer on your arm.

“Jerk.”

“I was resting it on my lap, now you’re on my lap.”

Unable to fulfill your promise, you fell asleep by half of the movie. Only you didn’t know that. As the end credits appear, you flutter your eyes to realize it’s one of the best naps you’ve ever had. You clear your throat and slowly sit up to see Dean with his arms crossed and a quirked-up eyebrow.

You squint waiting for the drama he’s about to unleash.

“You fell asleep for half of The Untouchables. Do you realize what that does to our friendship?”

“Well, I haven’t the other thousand times we’ve watched it!”

“It only takes once to break my trust.” He shrugs.

“It’s your fault, if we’re being honest.”

“How?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“You’re very comfortable to sleep on! We’ve even watched this on a bed and I’ve never dozed off.” He finally chuckles and gives his beer one last sip.

“At least now I know you don’t snore.” He says, fixing his gaze on yours, making you notice a glisten on the green of his eyes as the dim light shines through them.

“Oh yeah? Why did you want to know if I snore?” You wear a smirk as you notice his eyes falling anywhere but you.

“Just…things you know about friends.” His murmured voice and his distracted gaze give away his half-ass answer and you simply nod, unable to erase your smirk.

“I should go, let you get back to your beauty sleep.” He pats your knee as he gets up and stretches his back.

“You need that too, you know.”

“Oh, I know, this face is not low-maintenance.” He says, drawing a circle with his index over his face. He leans over and kisses your forehead briefly. “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Deano.”

“Don’t ever call me Deano again!” He shouts before closing the door behind him, leaving you with a chuckle and a fluttering heart.

Some moments later, as you’re brushing your teeth, a texts pops into your screen.

“Why did you let me drink so much? Won’t get up 2morrow.” He writes along with a selfie, wearing a fake serious look and his black pajama t-shirt with his headboard behind him.

“Just go to bed, not healthy to be texting right before sleeping!!!” You stare at his picture for a moment, wondering if all this is just in your imagination or he really cares for you more than he lets you know.

“Stop replying then!!!!!!!” He sends three emojis blowing a kiss. “Jk, love you, good night.” Unable to reply the same, you send a heart emoji and lock your phone for the rest of the night.

That night, Dean stares at his phone, slightly frowning at that heart emoji you sent. You usually reply more than that. Right? He re-reads his own text: “Love you.” Should he have stuck with “ly” instead of the whole two words? Was it too much? It’s probably nothing. Probably you were too tired that night to reply anything else. That’s gotta be it, right? You had fallen asleep earlier, so yeah, you must’ve been tired.

With a deep sigh, he runs a hand down his face and hopelessly locks his phone. I shouldn’t read that much into it. Wait. Why am I reading that much into this?

Part two