Okay sooo I had this idea as I was going to sleep last night. Anyway- I just wanted something where reader just unironically starts calling Dean cowboy not knowing how flustered and giddy it makes him. Like she walks in the room in the morning and is like โmornin cowboyโ and he kinda short circuits. Little moments like that :) thank you, love ya ๐คญ!!
this might be a lil bit shitty cause im quite literally halfway through the supernatural finale and i lLITERALLY can't stomach it...... </3
BLONDIE
wordcount: 977
summary: Dean's always loved westerns, but he never imagined his favorite thing would become his favorite nicknameโ especially when it's coming from you.
warnings: fem!reader (i think), could be platonic or romantic dean x reader, sam is a meddling little shit (love him), mentions of deanโs past and his love for westerns, overall just fluff and a bit of crackโ think thatโs all !!!
"Morning, cowboy"
Dean looked up from his coffee just in time to catch your sleepy smile as you shuffled into the kitchen. "Morning" He answers automatically, voice still a bit raspy from snoring all night.
You reached around him to grab a mug, gently bumping his shoulder in the process. "You make enough for me too?"
"Yeah" He grunts, still too busy downing his coffeeโ after all he is one of those Facebook soccer moms that says nobody can talk to him until he gets caffeine in his body in the mornings.
"Mhmโฆ Thanks De, you're the best" And just like that, you disappeared down the hallway with your mug as if nothing had even happened, leaving Dean rooted to the kitchen floor and confused little frown on his pretty face.
Sam didn't even bother looking up from his cerealโ some disgusting all-bran, zero sugar, fully wheat, no happiness concoction he swears by. "Yโknow, for a guy who's killed demons, you're surprisingly easy to catch off guard"
Dean frowned, the previous sleepy haze disappearing into dumbfounded offenseโ how dare Sammy question his guarded-ness. "What?"
"Morning, cowboy" The youngest Winchester mimics your voice, weirdly accurately by the way. "Yeah" He pitched his voice even lower than his usual tone, making it gruffer to mock his brotherโs drawl. "You're the best" Sam snorted at his own (not so) clever jokes. "You looked like someone unplugged your brain there, dude"
Dean immediately gets defensive because what the Hell is he even talking about?
ย Actually, this whole thing about you calling him โcowboyโ started a couple days ago after catching him rewatching The Good, the Bad and the Ugly for what mightโve been the fifth time since youโd met himโ youโre pretty sure Clint Eastwoodโs his favorite person ever. Back then, youโd teased him about owning (which was weird enough by itselfโ who even has movie CDs anymore?) more westerns than anyone under sixty. "Yโknow you're basically a cowboy trapped in the twenty-first century, right?"
Dean had just rolled his eyes, chuckling at the joke like he always didโ he was used to people (Sam mostly) teasing him about hisโฆ peculiar obsession with everything-cowboy.
Ever since then, the nickname stuck. The important thing though, is that it isn't ironic anymoreโ at first, maybe? You guess it mightโve been, but then it just kinda became his name. "Grab that for me will ya, cowboy?" โฆ "Thanks, cowboy" โฆ "Drive safe, cowboy" Which to Dean, somehow feels infinitely more intimate than just his government name.
Sure, yeah, he loves being fussed over. Sue him! Growing up he was his fatherโs afterthought, that man couldnโt care less about what happened to him. So now, finally having people who genuinely love him and care about his wellbeing? Hell yeah. But having that plus having his cowboy โfetishโ fed is frigging awesome.
He's had nicknames his whole life: Winchester, apex predator, jerk, idjit, douchebag, assbuttโฆ None of them ever made his chest feel all warm and swollen with pride. But cowboy? God that hit him right in the chest. You say it like you're fond of himโ like the word itself has become so intimately entwined with him, that you donโt know where the nickname ends and he starts.
Sam (ever the meddling little brother he is) obviously chooses to mess with Dean about it whenever he has a chanceโ especially whenever he catches him smiling to himself. "Yโknow why she calls you that, right?" Dean shrugs, trying his very best to hold onto that unphased-hunter facade. "Itโs because you're obsessed with westerns, man"
"Your point?"
Sam just looks at him for a second, caught between amusement and bewilderment. (Like he usually was when dealing with his brother, to be fair) "...You think it's hot?โ
Dean nearly spits out his beer, coughing harshly into his fist while hitting his chest to catch his breath. "Dudeโ What? No!"
"Rightโฆ Then why do you smile every single time?"
"Like Hell I do" The blonde retorts defensively, stubborn as ever because of course he isโ heโs Dean Winchester after all.
"Dean" Sam dead-pans, giving him one of those deeply unimpressed looks of his.
The eldest Winchester takes a sip of his beer. (Half to keep himself busy, half to ignore his brotherโs teasing) "...Shut up"
Itโs half-hearted and grumbling, because trulyโ itโs not about Dean thinking cowboy is a sexy nickname. Itโs about you noticing something about him, feeling seen. Something objectively small, something nobody else would've second-guessed. You saw this nerdy love for westerns and decided to turn it into something affectionateโ that's what really gets him every single time.
A couple weeks later, Dean had a rough huntโ he's exhausted, bruised and just overall drained. Heโs sitting on the edge of a table, not quite relaxed yet but clearly relieved to be back home after a demanding dayโs worth of work. You walk over with two beers, one already ready for him. "You okay there, cowboy?"
No jokes, no sarcasm, no teasingโ just that soft, familiar concern. Dean looks over at you, a small, grateful smile on his lips as he grabs the bottle from your hand. "...Yeah"
"You sure?" Youโve learned to ask at least twice with these Winchester menโ idiots could be bleeding out and still insist itโs โall goodโ unless you double down and pressure them to be honest. He nods and you gently squeeze his shoulder, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Alright" You head back towards your room before he can say anything.
Dean watches you go with this tiny smile, all soft and dazedโ the previous exhaustion briefly forgotten. Sam, who's of course witnessed the whole thing from the libraryโs doorway, just sighs. "Dudeโฆ You are so unbelievably gone"
His brother doesn't even try to deny it this time, he just looks down at the beer in his hand, still smiling to himself. "...Yeah"
Sorry just now seeing this ๐ but this is so cute and exactly what I imagined!! Also youโre at the end of spn? Iโve already got it set in my head that the ending will never come for me because I canโt accept it. Nope.
Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using โdonโt kink shameโ and โitโs fictionโ to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I donโt engage with things fictionally that I donโt like/wouldnโt want to do in real life. Yes, Iโm judging you.
Iโm so bothered by marvel completely sidelining and disregarding black and POC Characters who should be huge parts of the plot. Like what the hell is going on.
Announcing all of it the day after spider-man released is so blatantly obvious that they know itโs wrong and theyโre trying to use the spider-man press to cover it up.
You and Sam had been pushing yourselves through back to back hunts for weeks, staying up late to research, waking up early to get a jump on going over crime scenes and talking to family members of victims. You'd been pushing yourselves too hard and it was finally starting to catch up to you.
You were sorting through the bloodied up clothes you had to fit in your bag somewhere away from the clean ones, when you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, tugging you back until your feet got caught behind each other, landing on the mattress with a thud.
"Sam!" You batted at him arms, feeling both of them close around you.
He didn't respond, merely humming as he brought you into his chest, caging you in.
"Baby, we need to clean up, and shower, and get ready for bed-"
"We're in bed, honey" He mumbled, nuzzling closer, lips against your temple, too tired to even press a kiss there.
"You know what I mean"
"Gimme five minutes. Then you can get up"
"Sam, I just need-"
"You need to stay, for four and a half minutes"
"C'mon, I-"
"Four and a half minutes, that's all I'm asking"
"Fine" You huffed, pretending not to be tempted to stay.
Your forehead shifted to rest against his shoulder, his warmth beginning to soak in, luring you to rest.
"Four and a half minutes" You slurred, melting into his hold "Tha's all"
"Four and a half minutes, baby" Sam's hand smoothed up and down your back, keeping you close.
Guys good news!! Iโm finally getting some therapy :) uh yeah. Iโm happy, even thought Iโm probably not gonna feel like that when the time comes ๐ญ
For the fandom of tvd to be so huge literally no one writes for them!! Like I know we have Stefan, Damon, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Kai, and Enzo lovers out there?!! Like even Tyler I love Tyler?? WHERES THE LOVE?!! Do I have to go to ao3 to find some fics??
Coming here with something old lol but I foud it in my reblog drafts to ask you about and totally forgot bc my brain checked out a LONG time ago so here I am with an unfinished WIP of yours!
Heartbreak 101, I beg of you, PLEASE!!! I've gotten back into TVD and I'm obsessed with Bonnie and Stefan, seriously, I need a good fic for him and I know you'd do amazingly!!
Babe itโs crazy you even remember that because I forgot all about it ๐ญ omg. I just looked back and re read it and wtf I was onto something with that one whyโs it so good?! Thank you for reminding me about it!! I love Bonnie she and Caroline deserved some better friends ngl.
Iโll try to finish it for ya, maybe itโll help my writing slump I think itโs just a spn slump ๐ cuz I lowkey wanna write for tvd and marvel rn but I feel bad cus I have like 13 asks in my inbox that I havenโt finished
$ log - dean winchester has a horrendous crush on you. it's so bad that it completely rewires his cocky, flirty teasing to a basic need to please. example A.
$ warn --sfw --fluff --gn!reader --cutie!dean --hes-in-lovee
$ cd masterlist / jensen-ackles
the impala smells like old leather and gun oil, and you've been in it so long you've stopped noticing. three days on this job, four hours of sleep between you, and the last thing dean said before you left the site was let's just drive, so that's what you're doing.
sam's behind dean. you've got the passenger seat, watching the dark edge of highway disappear under the headlights, and your head is getting heavy.
"tired," you say, not really to either of them. just out loud.
something frantic happens in the front seat.
dean's shoulders move, and then his hands. he says hold on, which is not a full sentence. he pulls over so fast that sam physically crashes into the seat in front.
"what the โ"
"out."
"dean โ"
"sam."
sam looks at him. dean's already opening the back door, shaking his jacket off his shoulders, and laying it flat against the seat with a focus that belongs in a surgery. sam gets out because there is no other option, and stands on the side of the highway.
dean goes to the trunk.
he comes back with a blanket you have never seen before, a smaller fleece thing that was definitely underneath the blanket you have also never seen, and a hoodie that's possibly sam's but he's been evicted so the point is moot.
he stacks them. he adjusts the jacket so the collar folds back. he tests the angle of the headrest, decides against it, finds a rolled-up flannel from somewhere in the door pocket and tucks it into the corner.
all of this takes approximately ninety seconds.
he steps back, looks at what he's built, then he looks at you.
you're already half asleep standing next to the car. you register: backseat, soft, dean holding the door open. so you get in, and you're lights out before he closes it.
dean gets back in the driver's seat. sam gets in after him, brushing gravel off his jacket, and buckles his seatbelt without saying a single word.
they drive. two miles pass.
"you have a hoodie in the trunk," sam says.
"yeah."
"and two blankets."
"so?"
"dean. i've been cold on stakeouts, multiple times. you've told me to think warmer thoughts."
dean doesn't answer. he's watching the road like it owes him something. both hands on the wheel, which is already unusual. the speed is strange too โ sam clocks it at four, five under.
dean does a lot of things wrong behind the wheel of this car. going slow isn't one of them.
"you're driving like someone's grandpa," sam says.
"road's uneven."
"it's a highway."
"there's wildlife."
"dean."
nothing. sam looks out the window and comes back to look at his brother, who has the most painfully private expression on his face โ jaw loose, eyes soft, one corner of his mouth doing something that sam is going to process later in the privacy of his own head.
giddy is the word. dean's driving five under the speed limit and trying not to look giddy about it.
sam pinches the bridge of his nose.
behind them, you shift, pull the blanket up. dean's eyes go to the rearview mirror for half a second. back to the road with mouth doing the grumbling thing again.
"dean," sam says, very carefully.
"don't."
"i'm not saying anything."
"good. keep not saying it."
another mile. the highway is empty and the radio's off, which has maybe happened twice in sam's life. he's not going to examine why it's off right now because he already knows.
"they're asleep," dean says. not to sam specifically, more to the windshield.
"yeah," sam says. "i know. i watched you build them a nest."
"it's not a nest."
"you found a travel pillow, dean."
"it was in the trunk โ"
"from where โ"
"it was just there, sam, some stuff just accumulates โ"
you make a small sound in the back, as you settled deeper. dean's sentence stops mid-word.
the rearview again. two seconds this time.
sam closes his eyes, and opens them. outside, a mile marker goes by at a stately, considerate pace.
"if you wake them up," dean says, low, almost to himself, "i will leave you on this road."
"you're going forty-three miles an hour," sam says. "i think they're fine."
dean doesn't answer. he just drives, careful as anything, while the road rolls out ahead of them and you sleep through all of it โ through the blanket he apparently owns, through sam's suffering, through whatever is happening in the front seat that dean will never in his life put a name to.
his thumb taps once on the steering wheel, then stops.
forty-three miles an hour.
sam looks out the window and decides, firmly, that this isn't his problem tonight.
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I love the way you wrote Dean in this!! The commentary is so accurate and hilarious. My personal fave is "dean. i've been cold on stakeouts, multiple times. you've told me to think warmer thoughts."
obsessed peter! who, whenever he has a chance, sneaks you into every conversation because he can barely go an hour without talking about you
obsessed peter! whose lockscreen is a picture of you from your first date because you just have to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up in the morning
obsessed peter! who absolutely hates whenever you complain about a pimple or a nonexistent flaw about yourself because he thinks youโre an angel thatโs descended from heaven
obsessed peter! who doesnโt care if he cooked something the night before, will order whatever you want
obsessed peter! who coordinates his outfits to what youโre wearing because youโre the main attraction and heโs the accessory
obsessed peter! who insists you have a fashion show whenever you go shopping without him, so he can judge your outfits and watch you change
obsessed peter! whose social media is basically a fan page for you
shy!reader who thanks to peter has come more out of her shell since they started dating
shy!reader who depends on peter a lot in social situations since theyโre stressful for her
obsessed peter! who carefully plans their dates so that you can be comfortable
obsessed peter! who stopped going out every weekend so he could spend time with you
obsessed peter! who spends weeks apologizing when he upsets you accidentally or not
shy!reader who forgave him two days after the argument, but lets him grovel because she likes it
shy!reader who loves how obsessed peter is with her because itโs not that creepy obsession that borders on dangerous
All I'm saying is if this dork gave me the time of day and I somehow convinced him that I deserve to be obsessed over? I would not hesitate to abuse that power imbalance. Matching our outfits, him helping me come out of my shell, and he even plans dates for us??? I want him to have my babies.
