Dean Winchester: One step at a time
*Not my gif*
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Friend!Reader
Pov: 3rd POV
Warnings: Previous drinking problems, frustration, and lots of talking
Summary: “Do you need want some help Y/N?” “I’m here for you Dean.” “Y/n stay here and cuddle, I know you’re on the verge of crying.”
Word Count: 1,220
You and Dean had been friends forever. The two of you had come up with a system, it worked until it didn’t work. You see Dean would get drunk and go have sex with anyone and everyone in the bar. You, on the other hand, ’d stay away from everyone and lock yourself in your room.
So the two of you had always come together, always helped each other, or at least tried to help each other.
There were of course many different times, different issues. All of them seemed to be fixed when the two of you were together and talked.
The first one was when Dean, Sam, and you had completely botched the hunt you were on. Dean had taken to the bar, and the girls had taken to him. The drinks were pouring and your instinct into what going on and to what might happen was pouring out of you.
You let it go one for a while before you walked over to Dean and grabbed him by his arm. “Dean, I think it’s time we go. Don’t you think?” You said. His slightly drunk’in self was confused bringing his hand to rub the back of his next. “What?” He said.
You dragged him to the impala, shaking him down to find the keys. You pretty much pushed him into the passenger seat and prayed that Sam would be able to find a ride. You settled into the driver's seat and brought the car to life. You drove for what seemed to Dean like hours, “Y/n what are you doing?” He asked.
“I'm driving you home since you’re drinking and being an idiot.” You said. His head rolled over to look at you. “I’m the one that’s being an idiot? I don’t recall asking you to be my saving grace every time I do something stupid.” He said.
It was quiet afterward, pretty much for the rest of the drive to the bunker was quiet. When you cut the engine off, Dean was already in the bunker and walking towards his room. “Dean would you stop acting like a child?” you screamed, he stopped in the hallways before turning around “You dragged me away from some hot girls, and my drink. You drive my car! Then to top it all off you left my brother there and you called me an idiotic. So no I think I’m acting pretty fucking rational right now.”
You stood there just waiting, you had no words. You guessed your caring nature was not something that Dean appreciated anymore. You pushed past him and walked to your room slamming your door shut.
Later on, you heard the shower go on and the bathroom door close. You waited playing on your phone the anxiety of what had happened just a few hours was honestly getting to you. You just to make sure Dean didn’t do something in the morning he’d regret. In the time that Dean had taken his shower, you messaged Sam and said sorry trying to make up for the fact that you had left him there at the bar.
You again heard the shower go off and the door close and then a few seconds later Dean's door slam. You got up out of bed, doing a quick check before walking into the hall and directly towards the kitchen. You made yourself a cup of coffee, and then one for Dean. You had never liked conflict and never liked being the reason why someone was upset.
You slowly walked with both cups of coffee towards Dean's door, the reflection of your baggy clothed self in the 11 on his door. You hit the door with your foot, you waited, waited, and waited until finally, the door crept open with Dean's tall figure behind it.
“Y/n, just go away.” He said while looking over your figure. Your fuzzy blue socks, baggy sweatpants, and his flannel covering your chest. You looked miserable and sad. “I made you a cup of coffee that was all,” You said your voice shy, timid, and quiet. He let you in you placed one of the cups of coffee on his side table, hesitating to sit down. Opting instead to go back to your room with your hand on the handle “You know you can you can sit down right?” Dean said his voice was deep and harsh, not that he had meant for it to come off that way. You again opted for the opposite of what Dean had meant, your hand left the handle to the door and you walked over to his desk chair, and you sat down.
Dean looked over at you his hair still very wet from his shower, his body covered with his sleepwear pants and a red henley. He looked so handsome just like any other day, but this was different. This was Dean's personal space and even after they both of you being nasty he had still let you in. You set your coffee down on the table looking up when Dean finally said something “Do you need some help Y/n?” Your brows fell “What do you mean?” you asked you voice was even worse you could feel the shakiness of the words you spoke.
“I mean you come to save me at the bar. You drive me home and then I yelled at you that you just gave up on fighting with me, and you always fight back Y/n. And now your sitting in my room across from me like I'm the plague, you look like your broken right now.” He had called you out all the way, pulled all the cards you thought no one could see through.
“I just wanted to help you that was all Dean. I didn’t want you to make a decision and regret it in the morning. And I guess I was overstepping a boundary. I’m sorry.” You said grabbing your cup of coffee and getting up to leave, but Dean was a little bit quicker than you he grabbed you by the waist and put your coffee mug on the side table along with his. “I just want you to know Dean that I’m here for you. I want to help you not because I don’t think you can’t do that for yourself, I just want to be helpful to both you and Sam, Dean.” You said before he could even get a word out.
He just looked at you for a while, “Y/n I know you’re just trying to help. I’m sorry I yelled at you it was right. I think we could both use the support from each other from now. What do you say? Let’s break each other walls down.” You hummed and hugged Dean, he never was a big hugger but this hug was amazingly breathtaking. When you released each other, you half-smiled and went to get up again. But this time Dean was more than ready to stop you.
“Y/n stay here and cuddle with me, I know you’re on the verge of crying,” Dean said. Let's just say for the first night Dean didn’t have horrible nightmares and you were finally comfortable, you were warm in his arms. This was the beginning of what was going to help both of you in the long run.
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