#glasses!dean

[sturns-spn]

𝙂𝙇𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎!𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙉

summary: where dean wears his glasses for the first time in front of reader after a long hunt

includes: (fluff, cuddling, kissing)

dean would always get migraines after a long hunt. the lack of sleep, his worn out body. even his eyes would be sensitive to light. he would have to wear his glasses to help.

you, dean and sam and been on a week long hunt. you were all exhausted and by the time you got back to the bunker you collapsed onto your bed.

you never even knew dean needed glasses let alone that he wore them. that was until he came into the room wearing the cutest pair of round black glasses looking like harry potter.

“since when have you had glasses?” you wrap your arms around his waist from behind. you could feel the tension in his muscles from the hunt.

dean groaned. “only when m’head hurts. got a banging migraine right now i feel like i’m gonna pass out” he leaned back into your touch, letting out a soft sigh.

you kiss down his shoulders. “lie down then baby and i’ll make you some food. soup sound good?” he turns around, his hands immediately finding your waist as his thumbs rubbed your hips.

dean shakes his head. “not hungry. just want you” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. you could feel the cold lenses of his glasses pressing into your skin. your hands move into his hair to massage his scalp.

“have you eaten today?” you already knew the answer to that before he shook his head. “just some coffee and a few grapes” his voice dripped with exhaustion as a sigh left his lips at the feeling of your hands in his hair. “jus’ wanna sleep”.

“okay baby. but promise me you’ll eat when you wake up?” you feel a little nod from him. dean lifts his head up from its hiding place in your neck and presses his lips to yours. it wasn’t fast, wasn’t greedy. it was just content. you kissed him back softly before he pulled away.

you get dragged into bed, dean immediately burying his face into your chest. your nails dragged up and down his back as you whispered how much you loved him. he looked so fragile.

“you want something for your migraine or is it alright baby?” your voice rung out barely above a breath. he mumbled something about him being fine but you couldn’t make out just what.

you feel his body go limp as he finally falls asleep. you kiss his forehead and gently remove his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. dean looked so sweet like this. so soft. you watch him sleep for a while before slowly drifting off aswell.

a/n - i lowk love this but i feel like it’s too short and rushed 😪

dividers - @firefly-graphics

snoopy png - @ruuixl

[myinconnelly1]

Dark - Gify July

Dean x reader (I can’t get enough of him in glasses!)

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”  You whispered to Dean as you were stalking through the woods. “Shut up.  I couldn’t wear my contacts today.”  Dean brushed you off aggressively. “No, I mean it.  I like them.  I think they make you look sexy.”  You reached a hand out and caressed his cheek.  “You should wear them more often.”  Your voice took on a suggestive tone. “Well I wouldn’t want wear them too long.  They might get in the way.”  He waggled his eyebrows. “Dean Winchester!”  You stopped mid-step.  “Have you bee sleeping in your contacts or not been able to see me when we have sex this whole time?!”

[forthewin-chesters]

this album of mine has 36 gifs and counting

[deanandidrinkcoffee]

“Dean, you're ridiculous. Are you really wearing those for Y/N?”

“She’s got a thing for four-eyes, and I’ve got a thing for her. Besides, she said I look like Clark Kent with them on... that’s the nerd equivalent of calling someone sexy as hell.”

“Well, you would know...”

“Shut up, Sam. You’ll always be the real nerd here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a Lois Lane to impress.”

[empathyshines]

Glasses!Dean = YES

[thekingslover]

(prompt: Dean wears glasses for a hunt. Cas likes them - a lot.)

Cas is furious. Dean and Sam left for their most recent hunt without even waking him. He isn't inept; he's just tired. And his ribs still hurt from the last hunt where he had gotten kicked in the chest. He still could have helped, or at the very least, said goodbye and good luck properly. Instead he woke to an empty bed and a hastily written note, "Ganking bitches, be back soon, love you - Dean."

So Cas goes about his day, does some laundry, cleans a few dishes. Though mostly he just fumes. By the time Dean and Sam get back in the early evening, Cas is ready to explode.

Sam sees Cas's glare first and promptly gets out of the way with a sheepish, "Hey, Cas." He's all but running down the hallway when Dean finally gets through the door.

Cas's mouth is open, ready for a fight. "Dean Winchester -" He starts but stops abruptly when Dean looks up at him through glasses with thick black frames.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," Dean says with a loose half-smile.

"You like them?" Dean touches one of the glasses' legs, adjusting them. Cas watches the frame beneath the lenses brush across Dean's freckles. "They let me see - " With haste, Cas reaches for the holy water they keep by the door and throws holy water on Dean. "Cas! What the hell?"

Cas frowns as his gaze tracks a bead of water slide down the side of Dean's neck. He had simply meant to test for all possible sources of this fluttering feeling - though in hindsight he wasn't sure how Dean being possessed would immediately make him feel like this - but he had to be sure. Yet somehow, his action had just made the feeling intensify.

"Dean, I think I may be cursed."

"Shit," Dean says and runs a hand over his forehead. Then Dean's deft fingers lift to weave through his hair.

Cas swallows thickly. He wants to touch. He wants to kiss. He wants to throw Dean against the wall hand have his way with him. And he wants to do all this while Dean keeps those glasses on.

"Oh," Cas says suddenly, because oh. He is feeling lust. He hadn't recognized it so intense as it is, especially since it coupled with a bit of leftover anger.

Dean moves to take off the glasses. "I'll start looking for hex bags -"

"No," Cas says quickly. He places a hand to Dean's chest, stilling him. "I was mistaken."

"Cas," Dean says, looking confused. "What's going on?"

Cas glances down at the slight bulge in his own pants. "I really like the glasses, Dean."

"Yeah?" Dean follows Cas's lead, looking down. "Oh."

"We should go to the bedroom now," Cas says.

"Shit, yes." Dean readjusts himself. He bites his lip. "I mean, okay."

"You should leave those on," Cas says, pointing at the glasses.

"You got it, babe," Dean says and winks.

[kenkanekl]

[talktodean]

Fuck. Sammy! Where do you keep those stupid glasses!