dean sneaking in through your window because he cant sleep!
tw. fluff. slight angst. slight sub dean? teasing.
the tap against your bedroom was so gentle you convinced yourself you’d imagined it.
but then it came again- a soft tap tap tap, more insistent this time like whatever is waiting on the other end is getting impatient.
groggily you peeled yourself from the cozy duvet, rubbing your eyes as you crossed the room to the windows ledge. pulling back the curtain you nearly jump-
“you’ve gotta be kidding me…”
dean winchester grins up at you from outside- all pearly and proud with a pile of stones in his hand. he waves smugly as you unlatch the window, pushing it open enough to feel the cold breeze.
“dean,” you whisper trying and failing not to smile. ..”what are you doing outside my window?”
“i..” he rubbed the back of his neck. “didn’t wanna wake your dad up..”
“yeah.. sorry bout’ that.” he huffed leaning back on his heels.
despite it being nearly midnight and the weight of getting into trouble hanging heavy on your shoulders- you laugh curling your finger at dean to climb up.
a few grunts and “fuck..” under deans breathe is all you hear before his boot curls over the window, then his hands as he pulls himself over before landing on your floor with a soft thump. his dirty boots leave a print on your carpet making you scowl.
his brown hair was a mess like he’d been running frustrated hands through it for hours, wearing an old led zeppelin shirt and gray sweatpants instead of his usual jeans. you shut the window behind him.
“you know you could text..” you murmur.
dean pats his pockets. “i lost my burner phone- sorry.”
with your arms crossed you watch as dean walks around the room- fingers trailing on the desk before reaching for the picture of you and sam sitting in the back of the impala. he laughs under his breathe before placing it back down gently.
something wasn’t right, noticing his tense shoulders and how nervous he seemed to be. the complete opposite of the annoyingly cocky dean you know.
“i came to ask you something.” he says suddenly turning back to you. you shift on your feet hoping dean cant sense how fast your heart is racing.
his embarrassed smile made your chest ache- something you’d never seen before. “i was wondering if i could y’know.. sleep in here, with you. i sleep better when theres somebody there-“
you didn’t answer immediately, a little shocked and flushed at what he just asked.. how it would work. the dark circles under his eyes are what finally convince you.
relief washed across his face so quickly it nearly broke you. your heartbeat finally slowed as his shoulders relaxed.
“i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”
“you wont.. just take your boots off. i dont want dirt in my bed.” you teased while dean chuckled, kicking off the boots and leaving them at the window.
silence filled the room after- you could tell dean was nervous about sleeping with you even though he seemed to brag about having a lot of experience.
you grabbed his hand gently, calloused skin pressing against your soft as you climbed into bed- dragging dean along with you.
he hesitated looking between you and the cot before crawling in next to you gently- like even the mattress will push him away with rejection. for a man who usually carried himself with so much confidence, he somehow looked uncertain about where to put his arms.
you reached out first slipping an arm around his waist. he seemed to tense up- like a beaten dog feeling soft pets for the first time, then almost instinctively melted into you.
he buried his face carefully against your shoulder like every muscle in his body had finally been given permission to let go.
“you okay?” you whispered.
a tiny nod- before his arms wrapped carefully around your torso, thumb brushing against your flushed skin.
his breathing slowly began to even out.
“you know..” you murmured into his hair “next time you don’t have to climb through the window.”
his sleepy voice came muffled against your shoulder.
he hugged you just a little tighter. “…can i come back?”
you brushed your fingers through his messy hair, the scent of his shampoo mixing with your pillow.
“you never have to ask, d.”
dean didn’t answer- his breathing slow and steady, the tension finally gone from his body. within minutes the hunter who looked like he’d been up for days was fast asleep, held close in your arms where you know he’ll finally be safe.
