Warning: Fluff, Caring for Dean(if that’s a warning)
Word Count: 1115
Summary: After Sam tells you about Dean and John’s relationship, you help to break Dean from his soldier position that’s close to his instinct now. Dean responds almost too fast.
You walked silently past Dean’s door, heading straight for Sam’s room. There was something he’d wanted to tell you, making you anxious to find out what was with Dean. Sam told you to come to his room after Dean was asleep, not wanting to take the chance that his brother would know. Dean had always been quiet about his relationship with his father, and you didn’t push him. Recently, you’d just notice that he’d respond differently to the word “soldier,” his posture changing in a way you’d never really seen from him.
After knocking on Sam’s door, you quietly followed him inside. He motioned for you to sit down, and you did so, your hands folded in your lap, “So, tell me about Dean.”
“Well, to cut the story short, my dad wasn’t the normal dad. Dean stayed with him wherever he went. John made Dean call him sir, Y/N. He made my brother a soldier. He made Dean see things that he was too young to see. I don’t know why it’s affecting him so much now, but it is,” Sam explained and you nodded slightly.
“I’m gonna try something, if that’s okay,” You said and once Sam gave you the look to say you could, you got up and headed to Dean’s room.
Opening the door quietly and shutting it after, you turned and smiled at Dean’s sleeping figure. He slept on his stomach, his back gently rising and falling as he took deep breathes. You wandered over to the side of his bed, sitting down gently. You ran your hands through his silky hair, Dean stirring but not waking up. You began to run a hand over his arm, gently squeezing it to wake him slightly.
Once he came to consciousness enough, you mumbled a quiet, “Good little soldier.”
Dean’s eyes widened then, but you continued to comb through his hair. You allowed him to sit up, but tried not to allow him to straighten. You moved your hands up and down along his spine, Dean curling into your touch. You repeated the three words, watching as Dean tensed slightly. You squeezed his arm, his head turning to look at you with his burdened, green eyes.
“It’s okay, soldier,” you said, kindly smiling as you leaned against his shoulder. Dean blinked several times, losing some tension as he sighed, your hands doing the same movements.
Eventually, Dean relaxed enough to the point where you could almost see how much he lifted. Dean cracked a smile smile, your hands running up to gently caress his shoulders. You knew you were making progress, an astonishing amount for such a short amount of time. Sam must’ve been asleep by now, he had to be. You repeated the same words, over and over.
“Soldier,” was the only word you whispered into his neck, planting a small kiss upon the spot of skin. Dean sighed, closing his eyes as he felt the warm breath and your lips against his neck.
You’d realized by now that Dean’s trust in you really had been a large amount. Ever since you’d come in and began this process, he hadn’t even asked what you were doing. He only allowed you to do what you did, trusting in you. After all, you knew Dean could tell he wasn’t going to be hurt by you.
Dean dozed off slowly, his head resting against the pillow, your fingers intertwined. You watched his face, gently moving one hand to caress his cheek with the back of your hand, “That’s my soldier.”
Dean made a noise of approval instead of tension building up. You watched his breaths became heavy and long as his eyes closed. You smiled, combing through his hair once more before leaning down and giving a small kiss to his forehead.
“Goodnight, my good little soldier,” you whispered before heading out of his room. This man was a wonder, that’s for sure. But, you were going to help through it, all of it. You silently promised him that.
That morning, you woke up early. You sat on the couch, looking through the lore books while sipping your morning coffee. Sam was probably getting ready, but Dean would either be already awake or still sleeping. So, you sat, waiting for him to come over to where you were.
While you were flipping through the lore book, you didn’t realize Sam had come in. You only looked up when he spoke, “I don’t know what you did, but Dean’s actually relaxed for the first time in a long while. Like, really relaxed.”
You laughed softly, “Yea, I’m glad I helped.”
Dean came wandered through the door, a small smile on his face. He sat down next to you, the couch dipping slightly as he pulled you against his chest, “I think I had a weird dream about you.”
“Hm? Did you now?” You said, a sly grin on your face.
“Yea, it was...strange.”
“Well, I’m okay with that,” you continued before winking, “soldier.”
“What?” Dean said, turning to look down at you with slightly widened eyes.
“You heard me,” you responded, “I’m glad I helped.”
You found it almost amusing seeing how Dean struggling to remember that it wasn’t a dream. You laughed softly, Dean giving you a strange look as to why you laughed. You nudged his shoulder.
“It wasn't a dream, silly!”
Dean shook his head. You lengthened your back to lean up, kissing the side of his lips, feeling Dean release a low chuckle. You returned to being in the curled position against Dean, tangling your fingers with his. His tension was almost totally gone when you used that word on him. He was able to smile easier, a true and relaxed smile.
“So, my soldier, how are you feeling?” Dean straightened slightly, his head lifting, but your hands travelled up his back and combed through his hair like the previous night. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before responding again.
“I guess I’m better,” he said with a shrug, “I wasn’t expecting it.”
“It worked, though, didn’t it? At least helped?” You asked, Dean doing a simple nod before dropping his head to look at the way that your hands were intertwined. He gently leaned down, giving you a light kiss, smiling into it. Dean relaxed, and you did, too. You had a feeling this was going to become a new routine between the two of you. You were okay with that.
— ANONYMOUS: Hi :) I know you have a lot of requests to do but I also want to send one in, just do it when you have the time :) it would be one with Dean where you've been ignoring him for a while now cause you're in love with him and he keeps flirting with other girls when you're around. One day he finds you terribly sick in the bunker and need help but when dean touches you, you push him away and then he urges you to tell him your problem. After you told him he admits he loves you and then cares for you?
AN: Awww, Dean. xD
Warnings: Fluff, that's about it.
You walked swiftly through the bunker, headed straight to the library. You knew you could find Sam there, and that would mean you wouldn’t have to deal with being alone in the same room as Dean. You carried your books, just about running over. Yes, you liked- no loved, Dean Winchester. Ignoring was the best option as you knew he didn;t feel the same. Slamming your books down on the table as you panted, Sam didn’t even look up from his laptop.
“In a rush again, Y/N?” you could practically see the smirk on his face.
“Shut up, Samuel.” You said with a glare. You knew just how much Sam hated it when you used his full name. But, he did as he was told with a shrug.
After a few minutes, you heard the sound of Dean’s boots as he walked down the hall. Sam tapped his foot on the floor lightly, totally engulfed in his work while you were left very aware that Dean was coming over. When he did turn the corner and saw you there, you bit your lip and pretended not to notice. After returning from standing in the doorway, Dean walked behind you, his hd=hands brushing against your shoulder, making you shudder. He bent over until his breath was against your ear and you could practically feel his smirk.
“Whatcha working on, sweetheart?”
“R-Research.” you said, trying to focus on your work. He slid into the seat next to you, grinning as he saw your reaction when his hand smoothed across your back, “Can I help?”
You nodded slowly, a blush forming on your cheeks. So much for ignoring him. You shook your head and tried to tune him out, but it just wasn’t working. You knew he could see your blush, and Sam got up and left. Your leg bounced nervously as the flipping of pages and breathing was the only sound heard. Eventually, you began to feel a little woozy, but you tried to keep strong and wait out the feeling. Once you began to get dizzy, however, you decided to just leave to avoid embarrassing yourself in front of the eldest Winchester. Apparently you ran out, because Dean eventually followed you.
Throwing yourself under the covers, you heard a knock on the door followed with the low voice of Dean.
“Go away.”
“Y/N...Let me help. What’s wrong, hun?” Dean said as he opened the door, ignoring your hint to leave. He sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the pile of blankets that held you underneath.
“Dean, I’m fine.” you stated clearly, though your head was beneath the covers.
Dean didn't pay attention, but only tried to find a way to uncover you so he could study your face. You pushed his hands away each time, a frustrated sigh escaping from Dean’s lips. You uncovered yourself halfway, glaring at Dean as you insisted that you were totally fine and that he shouldn’t ask about it. It was almost believable. Until, you started coughing. Really bad. Dean quickly wrapped you in his arms, patting your back gently as he became filled with worry.
You didn’t push him away this time, only trying to recover from your coughing fit. Dean took this opportunity, “Alright. Tell me what’s wrong with you, Y/N. Now.”
“I…”
“Now, Y/N.”
“I like you, okay! I really, like you!” You blurted out, not meeting his gaze.
“Since when?”
“Forever. I thought you knew. Teasing me and all,” you huffed.
Dean was laughing. Like, laughing. He shook his head before pulling your chin up to look at him in his green and cheerful eyes. Why was he so happy? He answered your question with four simple words, “I like you, too.”
“Dee..”
“Shut up,” he said, gently pulling you closer against his warm chest. His heartbeat made you grow tired, your eyelids getting heavy. Maybe rest was a good cure for this little flu, but only if Dean was your source of warmth. Even though you were on the edge of falling into a much needed sleep, you wrapped your arms around Dean, nuzzling against him.
