Could u do a Dean x reader where he's practicing hunting stuff with her and he reveals his feelings in some cute way and it's all fluffy?
Hi there! Sorry it took me a little bit to get this posted. I think that shooting/gun safety is a huge part of hunting, so I went with a out in the woods/target practice for this. I hope that this is kind of what you had in mind and I really hope that you like it!! :)
Warnings: gun/shooting (no one gets hurt), fluff! Maybe a little OOC!Dean, (I Tried To keep him in character, but he’s not a mushy mushy kind of guy)
After years of hunting on your own, it had become somewhat of an instinct to you. Having spent many years on your own, you made sure to never take on more than you could handle. You were never interested in the risky cases of taking down a nest all by yourself, or going into anything blind because you know that staying alive was the number one goal.
That was until you met the Winchester’s. It was common knowledge that they ran a risky business, never thinking twice it when it came to sacrificing themselves for the world. You didn’t agree with it, as you know that the only way you can help others is if you stay alive, but you understood it.
Looking at your experiences side by side, at the end of the day they had it worse than you did. You’d only been hunting for half of your life, starting out in your late teens when a case ran cold. Determined to get to the bottom of what the police couldn’t, you’d found out about wendigos and vowed to protect the people that the police never could, the paranormal world being taboo to the general public.
Dean and Sam, however, had been hunting their whole lives. Dean more so than Sam, at least that was what he expressed to you one drunken night at the Roadhouse when you met.
He had confided in you about a lot, taking both of you by surprise. Admittedly, you knew that the things that slipped out of his mouth were things he’d forgotten he’d said by morning. Things he wouldn’t have ever let slip in a sober state. It wasn’t like you were taking advantage of him in a vulnerable state because you only ever wanted to help the guy.
You’d remained friends since that night of spilled secrets, and even went on a few hunts together in the years that passed. The blossoming friendship between you and the Winchester brothers was quicker than any relationship in the past, leading to many phone calls, text messages and nights out.
All of the small issues between you and Dean came to a head after the most recent hunt, where he made it clear you would be weapon free and ultimately used as bait while they came in and saved the day.
Of course, you were upset with the decision but more than happy with the outcome. You’d tried to argue your way into it, but Dean wouldn’t hear a word of it. He offered, instead, to give you shooting lessons so that he could feel better about letting you hunt on your own.
“Dean, what do you think I’ve been doing this whole time before we met?” you said with a corner of your mouth turned into a smile, refusing to let on any frustration. It was difficult to get and stay mad at him when you knew deep down everything he did, although it was annoying, was always a way of protecting you.
“You said yourself that you strayed away from the dangerous ones,” he replied, speaking loudly as the leaves crunched under his boots. He slowed to a stop in between a circle of trees and reached into his waistband for the handgun. “I’m just trying to show you what you’re capable of, sweetheart.”
Despite the chilling breeze that rolled through, you could feel the heat in your cheeks as his words hit your ears.
“What I’m capable of, huh?” you said with a soft giggle. Crossing your arms, you let the smile consume your face, “all right then. Show me what I need to know.”
As he started his speech about gun safety, your eyes never left his. You knew everything that he was trying to teach you, so you let your mind wander off as you watched him as if you were looking at him for the first time. Your eyes trailed down his face and onto his arms, watching them tense up as he moved the gun from hand to hand.
His words were going in one ear and out the other, until he was handing you the gun to give it a go for yourself.
His hand never left the gun as he placed it in your palm and he swiftly wrapped his other arm around you. As he pulled your arms up, the gun between the both of your hands, he stepped closer to you, his body pressing up against yours.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “See that mark in the tree right there?”
“Yes,” you sighed, concealing your giggle.
“Try to hit the center of it on the count of three.” Removing his hands from yours, he brought them to your hips and stayed pressed up against your back. “Just warning you, Y/N, this one has a bit of a kickback. I’ll be right here so you don’t fall over.”
As soon as he got to three you emptied the clip into the bark of the old tree and laughed as he stepped away to inspect it.
“Dean, you know I know what I’m doing,” you laughed as you got to his side, his eyes wide as he traced the perfect shots with his fingers. “I know you didn’t bring me out here to just teach me about gun safety, so what’s the real reason?”
He removed his eyes from the broken bark and sighed when they fell on you. It became obvious to you in that moment just how reluctant he was on sharing his true intentions, so you took a step closer.
“Y/N, look,” he said, sighing again as he ran his hand through his hair. “I never thought I’d be saying these words to anyone, let alone you, but, uh,” he paused, bringing his eyes back up to you to gauge your reaction to his confession so far. “Truth is, you know how dangerous this life is, I would never dream of bringing up a family in this or - or dating anyone, cause all I do is cause pain, but when I’m with you it just feels,” he stepped away for a moment to collect his thoughts. “I don’t know. It sounds too cliche to say ‘it feels right’ but there’s no other way to explain it.”
Unable to speak, you stand with your mouth and eyes wide open as the realization of what he was saying hit you.
“The last few months that we spent together, that night at the Roadhouse…”
“You remember that night?”
“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Pretending I didn’t was a hell of a lot easier than admitting I’d never let someone in so quickly, that I’d never felt so safe around a person so fast. I’ve been fighting with myself for a while on this, but what the hell? This right here proves to me that maybe this could work out all right,” he said, pointing to the tree.”
“I’m falling for you, Y/N,” he muttered, eyes planted on the ground for a moment. “And before I told you that, I needed to know that you’d be okay, you know… in this life, hunting. I guess I needed to see with my own eyes that you’d be able to protect yourself if shit went south. I can’t bare to lose anymore people that I give a shit about,” he said it quickly, and as soon as he was finished his eyes were back on yours.
He chuckled softly and ran his finger over his knuckles, “I didn’t even think about you not feeling the same way,” he said through more chuckles.
“I do,” you smiled, taking a small step towards him. Slowly, you brought your hands up to his cheeks, almost forcing him to look into your eyes. “And I love that you care enough about me to make sure I’ll be okay, but I told you already that I know what I’m doing,” you smiled.
A small smile cracked it’s way onto his face, but he stayed silent. With a man like Dean you knew actions meant more to him than words could ever, so you ran a thumb along his cheek and brought your face close to his.
His breathing was staccato, and short, causing you to smile. You’d never known him to be a nervous man until that moment, which made it all the more satisfying to kiss him. To feel his soft, yet slightly chapped lips against yours for the first time was like a calming walk down the beach on a summer day; familiar, yet exciting, warm and enticing, almost freeing in a way.
When you pulled your lips away, your hands came down shortly after. With a smile on your lips, you let your hands rest on his chest.
“We can make this work,” you said.
He nodded in agreement, smiling as bright as you were. It felt like a new day as you packed up to leave. You felt lighter in a way, and definitely happier than you were when you arrived. On your drive back to the bunker, you sat hand in hand with the wind blowing through your hair and AC DC playing through Baby’s speakers. It felt like, for the first time, everything was going to be okay.
