Naturally Dean
Request: hi! so i have been thinking about this a LOT. we all know how much dean likes to tease sam for his "rabbit food", but ive been wondering how dean would feel about his girlfriend being vegan? i would imagine he would tease her just the same, but i was wondering if you would be up for writing a dean x reader about it? thank you soooo much, and sorry if i rambled! i love your blog btw! - wishedworld
A/N: That you so much for this request! I hope you don’t mind that I split it up a little. Instead of doing one long, continuous one shot, I thought it’d make more sense to show different occasions in where Dean is... Dean. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and if it wasn’t exactly what you were looking for, let me know and I’ll try to write up another one! Anyway, requests are always open, and feedback is always welcomed! And sorry for the title, I suck at them. Also, this is my first work with Dean and the Reader being together! At first, I didn’t think I’d like it, but I’m kinda digging it.
Title: Naturally Dean
Pairings: Dean x Reader (Sam is mentioned)
Warnings: Fluffy Dean, cannon-typical Supernatural stuff
Words: 1880+
Tags: @graceb200371 @rosegoldquintis @phire23 @wishedworld
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“Y/N, you made burgers?”
“Actually I-”
“Don’t mind if I do.”
“Dean, no. Don’t-”
“What, are they not cooked all the way?” you just gave him a sheepish look. “You know me, sweetheart. I like my meat how I like my demons; barely kickin’.”
“That’s disgusting.”
Dean shrugged his shoulders and continued to assemble the burger. You looked on in slight horror and awaited his reaction as he took a bite. A big bite.
He chewed and didn’t seem to notice a huge difference. Though he did comment on how they tasted different, he kept eating. When he had consumed half of the burger, you started to giggle a little. Dean didn’t think much of it; he was still enamored with his food.
Eventually, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You started to laugh and had to stop cooking the other burger, which you had to put on after Dean stole the one you were going to eat.
Dean looked up with his mouthful, looking like a chipmunk stealing nuts. “What? What’s so funny?”
You contained laughter and informed him of his mistake. “Dean, babe, you know I’m vegan, right?”
Confused, and with a full mouth, “Yeah, and that’s the one thing I hate about you because you and Sam are always complaining about the ‘unhealthy fats’ I eat.”
You walked over to him, adoration shining from your face, and placed your hands on his chest. He had chewed and swallowed the food, and looked down at you, a small smile on his face.
“Babe?”
“Yes, hunny?” he said in a mocking tone.
“Why on earth would a vegan be cooking burgers?”
“...Because vegans are weird…?”
“Watch it...”
“Ok. Because you love me?”
“Yes, I do love you. Not enough to cook a dead animal, though.”
He was very confused. His hands had been placed on your hips, holding you back a little.
“Dean?” you stepped away from him and turned, going back to the stove to flip the other patty before it burnt.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“You just ate a veggie burger.” horror crossed Dean’s face. One hand went to his mouth in a fist, and the other held his stomach. He took the first hand away and continued to stare at you like you had betrayed him.
“...What?”
Your back was facing him still, and with a smirk on your face and victory in your voice, “And you liked it.”
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“Sam?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you pass the salad, please?”
“Yea,”
“Thanks,” you took the bowl from Sam’s hand and set it down on the table to scoop some of the veggies into your bowl.
Dean looked on in disgust and feigned a gag when you were done.
“I’m sorry, Dean,” you quipped, “...do you have something to say?” your fork had been put down, and you were looking at Dean accusingly. Sam held back a cough, and meekly watch the interaction unfold.
Dean looked like a deer in headlights. He cleared his throat and looked back down to his plate. “Um, no. I don’t,” he looked back up at you, and then shifted his gaze back, “...sorry.”
“Good choice.”
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The road to Colorado Springs was long and boring. The same tape that had been playing since you, Sam, and Dean had left the bunker five hours ago, had repeated itself several times. Sam was looking out the window, and Dean was, as always, driving.
And you were stuck in the back.
“Dean,” you whined, “I’m hungry.”
“Well, maybe if you ate more protein you wouldn’t be.”
Sam turned his head from the window, and looked back to you, and then to Dean. “Guys, please don’t start-”
“Well, maybe if you weren’t an ass to me you’d get more in the bedroom.”
Sam chuckled, much to Dean’s dismay. He tried to think of a comeback, but one never came. You looked at him expectantly through the rearview mirror, your arms crossed.
When he flailed lightly in his seat after huffing, you knew he was done.
Satisfied, you relaxed back into your seat. You let your eyes close, and were almost asleep when your stomach grumbled loudly.
“Dean,” you said in a more easy tone, “I’m still hungry.”
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“Y/N, what the hell is this?” Dean walked into your shared room, with a package in his hand. You looked up from your book and slid your glasses onto the top of your head, pushing a few stray hairs back.
You looked at the item in his hand, and grinned lightly, “It’s tofu, Einstein. It even says it right on the package. On front. In bold letters.”
He dragged his gaze from you and looked over the food. In disgust, “Well… what do you do with it?”
“You cook it. What else would you do with it?”
Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you, to which you replied with chucking a small pillow at him. He dodged it skillfully.
“You’re sick.”
“Says the one who doesn’t eat like a normal person,” Dean grumbled.
“Dean, baby?”
Annoyed, “What?”
“You uh, you do know that we aren’t normal, right? We, you know, hunt monsters for a living?”
“...Shut up.”
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“So, will you still eat my meat?”
“Dean Winchester! Stop it!”
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“Y/N! Behind you!” you turned swiftly, and hailed your knife into the air, and brought it down with tremendous force. It impaled its target; the last demon.
You were alert and focused, listening for any sign of another demon, though you were sure that that was the last. Quickly, you searched the room with your eyes for Dean, and you instantly relaxed when you saw him. He was fine and with Sam.
A heavy breath left your lips as you wiped off the blood of the foul monster from the knife on its shirt. You then walked over to Dean and his brother.
“Well, boys, I’d say that we can safely call that the easiest hunt ever.”
“Don’t jinx it, Y/N,” Sam said in a playful, yet serious tone.
“Oh, come on Sammy,” you walked over to a wall that had a couple of shovels on it. ‘Convenient,’ you thought. You grabbed the shovels and walked back to the men who were watching you. After handing each one a tool, you continued, “Loosen up, let's call this one a win. We deserve that,” you looked to Dean, “Right?”
Dean looked at you lovingly, watching you grin like a five-year-old on Christmas. “Y/N, Sammy’s right. It’s only a win when we get back to Baby.”
You huffed and walked away from them, and over to you latest kill. With defeat, “Fine, have it your way. You grumpus’.” the last part you said under your breath, but were sure that Sam and Dean heard.
You went outside of the barn, the boys not far behind you, and placed your shovel down. You took a second to yourself and just breathed in the crisp night air. It was chilly, but perfect for hunting. The dew had fallen on the grass and made the meadow in front of you glisten in the moonlight.
The scene was serene. You felt at peace and were happy. After listening to the few crickets chirp, you decided it was time to turn back and drag the body that the demon held up in outside to burn.
You had been so entrapped in the night and its beauty that you hadn't felt the presence looming behind you. When you turned around, you were face-to-face with onyx eyes. Before you could even react to defend yourself, a white hot pain seared through your abdomen.
It was just then that the boys had opened the big barn door, ready to assist you in digging a depression in the earth, and saw your wide eyes. Your mouth open in surprise. Your arm clinging to the demon’s shoulder for support.
Dean screamed for you, and Sam’s heart sank into his shoes. The demon turned its head, its face was riddled with satisfaction. You heard it chuckle, and it’s head swiftly turned back to you. It leaned into your ear, and you swore you heard it say, “See you in hell, bitch.”
And as fast the demon appeared, it vanished. Without the support of the monster to keep you standing, you crashed onto the dewy ground.
A sharp gasp of air filled your lungs, and you shuddered in pain. A strangled cry left your paling lips as Dean raced towards you. He fell to the ground next to your head and held it in his lap.
Your soulful eyes gazed up at Dean, who’s face was contorted in in emotional pain and concern. He raked your injured body with his eyes, and eventually, they landed on yours.
“So,” you let out a slight cough, “...you gonna tease me about how killing that demon wasn’t v-vegan?”
A tear fell from his eye and landed on your cheek. His voice quivered, “Shut up. You’re gonna be fine. Sammy is getting the car-” he stopped talking to you to shout to his brother, “Sam, go get the car!”
Neither of you knew that he had done so the minute you had hit the ground. Dean’s attention was back on you in a second.
“You hear me, baby? You’re gonna be good.”
You chuckled, which resulted in another cough. “Just think… No more yucky vegan food, huh?”
“What are you talking about?” his lip shook and his voice broke, “I love your yucky vegan food.”
The rumble of the Impala was heard, and it’s headlights breached around the side of the barn. It ate up the ground, and skidded to a halt before you and Dean, showering you both in the yellow light.
“I’m gonna pick you up, okay?”
“Mmhm,” you nodded your head fervently, and Dean positioned himself to pick you up very carefully. Despite his efforts, you still were wracked with pain. You moaned and shut your eyes tightly. Parts of Dean’s dirty shirt were clamped in your fists.
“Sammy get the-”
“I know, Dean, I’m getting it,” Sam said in a careful tone, trying to stay calm for you and Dean. He opened the back door and stepped out of the way. Dean gingerly placed himself in the seat with you still in his arms. Sam ran to the driver’s side and got in.
He looked back to his brother, made sure he was settled and sped to the nearest hospital.
Your eyes started to droop, and your breathing got more shallow.
“Y/N, hey!” Dean lightly slapped your cheek to keep you awake.
“Hmm?”
“Stay with me, please. We are almost there.”
Your eyes fell again, and Dean repeated his action. Sam glanced on at the two of you in the mirror and went a little quicker.
“Dean,” your voice was weak, “I don’t think I’m gonna-”
“No, don’t you dare talk like that. Don’t talk like you’re dying. You can’t do this to me.”
“Dean, please…” he listened, “If I die, it’s because- because I’m vegan.”
“Guys, the hospital is close,” Sam said from the back seat. He was finally letting his facade down.
“You hear that Y/N? You’ll be okay. And when you’re better, you can feed me all of the vegan food you want.” Dean pressed a hurried kissed to the top of your head.
Just then, he knew you’d be okay. He wouldn’t be losing you. Not today, and hopefully, not ever.
