Title: Toothpaste kisses
Summary: Based on the song âToothpaste Kissesâ By The Maccabees âjust a selection of cute/fluffy moments !! Â https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SJmWSWQgdMÂ listen to whilst reading!!
Pairing: Dean x readerÂ
Word count: 1,254
 Warnings: FLUFF, implied smut
A/N: I love this song and its so cute so I made this and it took forever to put my thoughts into words but I managed
Cradle me, I'll cradle you
You sat in a chair located in the library, you were shivering from the cold -heating was not an aspect of the bunker- when Dean who was across from you looked up, He frowned at your cold state.
âY/N? Come hereâ He says motioning you to come to his seat opposite you, You smile walking over to him and sitting in his lap curling up tightly in a ball, a lot had been going on lately and with the motion of his chest moving up and down you fell asleep in a ball on his chest.
I'll win your heart with a woop-a-woo
 You sat on the floor of the bunker playing snap with Dean. Before long a loud clap sounded the room as your hands shot down both of you yelling snap. To your resentment Dean was faster, his hand beneath yours, he laughed at you picking the cards up and looking at them. He pulled one out and showed it to you, it was a king of hearts.  âLook Y/N I won your heartâ He smirks.
Pulling shapes just for your eyesÂ
You walked into Deans room, his/ radio was blaring and he was jumping on his bed doing air guitar, you burst out laughing clutching your stomach. He looked at you, turning pale. âSam isnât with you is he?â. You shook your head unable to get works out of your still laughing mouth. âGood! My dancing is only for your eyesâ He pulls out a hand toward you yanking you onto the bed with him to join him just as the guitar solo comes up.
So with toothpaste kisses and lines
You were drained of energy. It had been weeks since you and Dean had really spent any proper time together besides researching or hunting. It was all rushed kisses as you got up in the morning and Dean was brushing his teeth. Hugs before bed. Squeezing of hands beneath tables. Lines edged your tired faces, purple moons beneath your eyes. But you knew that no matter what all you needed was that goodnight and morning kiss to make the day seem so much better.
 I'll be yours and you'll be
 You had always been guarded with your feelings, since you and Dean starting dating as such you had opened up a lot but there was still a sense of yourself you kept close to your chest.  The black abscess near your heart was untouched by Dean, despite the fact he had let you touch his own. You knew you could let it free in time, he was chipping at it by the minute.
Lay with me, I'll lay with you
It was about 2am when you woke. You rolled around unable to get back to sleep, after about an hour you feel Dean wake up besides you.
âY/N are you okay?â He sits up and you copy, smiling at him even though he canât see in the dark.
âYeah, just⊠you know⊠canât sleepâ You mumble reaching for the glass of water besides your bed. Dean knew about the thoughts that plagued you during the night, the trauma and memories. âWant to make a blanket fort?â He said turning on his beside light. You smile at him jumping up and running to get some sheets.
In about half an hour a fort is built, starting at the end of the bed and going to the wall. You had roughly strung some cheap Christmas lights that posed a serious fire hazard and the floor was littered with pillows which you and Dean were lying on. Samâs laptop was sitting on a pillow playing a movie and there was a bowl of candy between you two. It was just the right thing to make you feel better.
We'll do the things that lovers do
You and Dean barely got much time for just the two of you so when you did you valued it. Sam had gone on a supply run and would be back in an hour and Dean was in his room. You sat in the library reading when you heard Dean enter.
âWhereâs Sammy?â He asked looking around. You smirked knowing exactly what he was planning.
âOut. Gone to get supplies.â You pretend to be engrossed in your book. You feel Dean come up behind you his hands resting on your shoulders. âhow long did he say heâd be gone?â you can almost feel his smirk âan hour or soâ you reply with a monotone. âLucky usâ He turns your chair around so you are facing him. âHow come?â You say playing dumb. Dean picks up on your game. âBecause he is no fun to play tag withâ He taps your shoulder lightly âyour itâ He runs out of library knowing that you couldnât down a good chance to whoop his ass at tag. You sigh slowly walking out of the library and looking around to see where he could have gone. Without notice two hands come from behind you picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder. âDean!â You yelp battering his shoulders. He carries you to his room and chucks you down on his bed without saying a word. He climbs on top of you a cocky smirk smeared on his face. He leans in lightly kissing your forehead, then your nose and then your lips. Barely grazing them before he pulls back. You look at him and bite your lip, he kisses you again, this time roughly and more intense, He tugs at your shirt with one hand the other trialing down to your waist.
âIâm home!â Sam yells as he enters the bunker, after getting no reply he walks to your room, finding it empty, he walks to Deans. He opens the door to see both you and Dean asleep, tangled in the sheets, clothes littering the room. âEvery freaking time I go out?â He mumbles walking away.
Put the stars in our eyesÂ
The impala was parked on the side of the road, you and Dean sitting on the roof, waiting for Sam to take a leak in the nearby bushes. You had been driving for hours on end. You sat with your legs crossed facing Dean.
âYou have the stars in your eyesâ He says smiling at you. You scrunch your face up.
âCringe ClichĂ© much?â You hit his shoulder.
âNo literally, I can see the reflection of the stars in your eyes.â Dean chuckles, you laugh as Sam exits the bushes. You all climb back into the car and begin to drive again.
 And with heart shaped bruises
You were littered in bruises. You had gotten pretty knocked around by that son of a bitch demon. Dean was sitting next to you on the motel bed you were lying on. He traced the bruises. âHey this one kinda looks like a heart!â He says tracing it, you look at it laughing, he leans in kissing your head lightly. He always knew how to make the best out of a bad situation.
And late night kisses, divine
Dean was trashing around under the covers. You woke up to see him jerking around his limbs at odd angles. He often had dreams like this, nightmares more like. You shook him awake lightly, a tear retreating the corner of his left eye. You look at him knowingly and place a kiss lightly on his lips before rolling over and closing your eyes. Once you heard his soft snores you let out a sigh of relief, letting yourself fall back asleep.