Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s drunk, only for him to say things he really shouldn’t.
(I mean he doesn’t look drunk at all, but just picture him- Also, READ IT I PROMISE IT’S WORTH IT!!!)
“Come on Dean” you groaned, dragging him towards his room “Just a little more”
Dean huffed and puffed, literally doing nothing to help in your situation. If anything he just put more weight on top of you.
“Aww but I don’t wanna sleeeeep!” he whined like a little child “Uness it’s with you gorgeous” he said and winked, soon followed by a feat of giggles. It was actually cute to see him like this, and you didn’t get the chance very often.
“I’m sorry Dean but that can’t happen” you chuckled, pushing the door open in the meanwhile trying not to let him fall down.
He pretended to cry, an overly sad - but still adorable - look on his face as he pouted visibly “Is it- is it because you don’t want me?”
You shook your head “No, Dean. It’s because you don’t really want me” you gave him a sad smile.
He looked at you with a deep frown for a second. He let out a big huff as you let him fall on his bed.
“But-” he spoke, licking his lips “-But how do you know that hm?”
“That’s not a very good reason ya know” he said with a giggle and despite the pang in your chest you chuckled at him as well.
“And how can you know? You’re drunk off your ass” you retorted and he fakes a glare.
“That’s mean.” he pursed his lips in a childish way “But- But if you wanna know you, miss, are wroooooong!” he pointed a finger in your face, wiggling it a little around.
You pushed it off your face and shook your head at him “Whatever you say”
“No, no no” he pushed his lips out in almost a duck-face, as he shook his head stubbornly “You just don’t get it.”
“Well neither do you. You’re drunk Dean, just relax a little and tomorrow everything’s going to be alright” you stood up but before you could move you felt a hand on your arm and before you could realize it you were dragged back and down.
A loud huff and then groan left your lips when your back collided with the matress and Dean, who didn’t miss a beat to wrap his arms around you.
“See, not so bad” Dean grinned widely at you “I mean not to brag about it, my I’m the best in bed sweetheart and for you I will be the only one from now on” he chuckled at what he said and you just rolled your eyes.
“Dean, stop this. I know flirting is your thing but-”
“Flirting? Who said I was flirting? Oh sweetheart I haven’t even began yet” a lopside smirk was on his face as he pinned you down on the bed and hoevered over you. You felt your face heat up dangerously.
You groaned “And you are not going to either” you hit his chest to push him off you.
He laughed out loudly “You are so cuuuute when you blush”
“Shut up” you grumbled “You don’t know anything. You’re drunk”
“I may be drunk but you still remain cute. And dorable. And sweet. And beautiful. And- So. Damn. Hot!” he almost groaned the last part and you jumped when you felt him slap your-
“Hey there gorgeous- can I ask for something?”
“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back” he grinned and you hit his shoulder.
“Oh (Y/n)” he cut you off, saying in worry “You look a little pale. I think you’re suffering from lack of vitamin me” he chuckled and you rolled your eyes.
“You know, that shirt’s very becoming on you. If I were on you, I’d be coming too.” he smirked and you felt your face get incredibly hot.
“My face is leaving in fifteen minutes. Be on it.” he said in a low rough voice, leaning closer to you and your eyes were all but wide.
“Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under.” and that certainly was all it took for you.
He erupted into a feat of giggles “Oh gosh look at you! Here it is! The darker blush! Honestly I have no idea which one looks better on you- maybe both” he sighed happily, throwing an arm over you and nuzzling his face at the croock of your neck “Damn” he whispered and you felt goosebumps form over your skin.
“Have I ever told you how good you smell? Because you do. You smell so so soooo good” he snuggled closer to you.
“Dean” you sighed “Please, just let me go. You need to rest and sleep.” you tried to ingore how your entire face felt as if it was on fire.
“No.” he said stubbornly “You’re gonna stay here so that when I wake up you will be in my arms and I will stare at you all morning till you wake up and you will tease me and I will deny it and you will hit me and I will attack you with tickles and kisses and it will be all- all romantic and those crap”
“Dean” your voice trembled as did your heart. You really wanted that more than anything else.
“Sshh it’s much better this way” he whispered, placing a small kiss at the crook of your neck that made your heart skip a beat.
You let a small sigh, closing softly your eyes as you began to relax. Maybe you could just for a little while enjoy this. He was not going to remember anyway.
“Gosh I love you so much” he whispered and your eyes snapped open.
Did Dean Winchester just say that to you?
