Summary: Dean realizes he’s not showing the Reader the love she deserves and takes her on a romantic date to remind her that she is all he has ever wanted.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,155
Warnings: Um…bring a salty snack to combat the tooth-rottingly sweetness of this fic. It’s so sappy and fluffy I’m kinda sick to my stomach. And I blame my sister for making me watch a Nicholas Sparks movie today. Implied future smut at the end, but this is totally SFW.
Author’s Note: This is an extremely late birthday present response to a challenge by Kayla at @one-shots-supernatural as well as one of the fic responses to my 2k celebration, requested by one of my absolute faves: @littlegreenplasticsoldier. My prompts were the song “Wanted” by Hunter Hayes (lyrics italicized throughout), camping, and the quotes bolded below. I hope you enjoy!
“You two go ahead—muscle your way to a booth or a table. I’ll get the drinks.”
Dean shot Y/N a look of confusion, ready to protest that he could get the drinks, but she leaned forward on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek, distracting him.
“I know you two are the pretty ones, but the bartender’s a guy this time, so I’ll be more likely to catch his attention.”
She turned him by his shoulders and pushed him lightly towards the crowded seating area, Sam already parting the crowd in front of him.
It was late and the place was crowded, but it took someone who was really brave or really drunk to stand their ground when the Winchesters wanted something. It didn’t take long to secure a booth, but once they were seated and Dean was keeping an eye on the local crowd, his mind went back to what his girlfriend had said.
“Dude, what’s with you? This case was a win. And we’re actually low on the catastrophe front at the moment.”
Sometimes it sucked that his little brother knew him so well.
He frowned, “it’s Y/N.”
Sam followed Dean’s gaze to where she was casually shooting down wanna-be lovers while the bartender filled drink orders and she waited patiently.
“She’s fine. Hell, Dean, she could kick any of their asses in a heartbeat, you know that.”
Dean shook his head, “that’s not it. Something she said—that we’re the pretty ones—“
Sam laughed at that, interrupting Dean as he ran his fingers through his hair in an exaggerated way. “Well, clearly she mainly meant me, but what’s your point, gorgeous?”
Dean shoved his brother’s shoulder but couldn’t stop the smile on his face, which had been Sam’s intent.
“My point, ugly, is that if she really thinks that—about herself, I mean—then I’m doing a shitty job in the boyfriend department. And let’s face it, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience there, so the chances are pretty good that I’ll fuck it up. I don’t want to do that to her.”
Dean watched her laugh at a comment from another admirer as she finally got the drink order to the bartender, then continued in a lower voice.
“I mean, anyone can tell her she’s pretty. She get’s that all the time, I know she does. But her beauty’s deeper than the makeup, you know? I feel like she needs to know that….”
“Then why the hell are you telling me instead of her?” Sam was trying, and mostly failing, at holding back laughter, but he straightened up when Dean shot him a look.
“Look, we both know you got seriously lucky with Y/N, and that you need her like everything that’s green needs sunlight. But if you’re worried you’re not giving her the attention she deserves, take her someplace this weekend—she likes hiking and the outdoors, right?” Dean nodded. “Well, there you go. Take her to one of Bobby’s old hunting spots or something and the two of you have some alone time. I’ll hold things down at the bunker.”
Y/N was walking over now, gripping three beers and weaving through the mass of people. When she met Dean’s eyes and smiled at him, Dean couldn’t stop the happy smile crossing his face in return—and he didn’t want to either.
“That might be the smartest idea you’ve had in a year, Sammy.”
“Okay, Dean, what’s this about? Making Sam hitch a ride with Lee Chambers back to the bunker and driving all the way out here? I know we don’t have a case, but I figured you’d be heading for the nearest cheeseburger, not national forest.”
Dean smiled, glad to have actually been able to surprise his girlfriend for once. She was a quick one, there was no doubt there, and when Lee had been an hour away, Dean had called in a favor to get some camping supplies and a ride for Sam.
Dean put Baby in park and took down the chain that crossed the trail, ignoring the sign saying, “Not Open to Public” and pulled it out of the way, before climbing back behind the wheel and driving past the winding trail. It had been a long ride, and he was hoping to get to the clearing he’d visited once before as a kid before the sun set—it would be a great view.
Y/N was still clueless. Score one for the boyfriend.
Y/N was looking at him funny, “did you and Sam have a fight? What was it about?”
Dean chuckled, “This is between me and you. And we’ve waited long enough.”
“Yeah, cuz that’s not ominous-sounding or anything.”
Dean rolled his eyes, pulling through the last of the trees and into the edge of the clearing, then backing up till the trunk was facing the edge of the ridge. The clearing was the edge of the forest before a natural drop-off; the grass died out a few yards from the tree line leaving dirt and gravel, but the view from the edge was incredible—and the fall was deadly, hence the block for tourists.
Dean parked and turned off the Impala before turning to face the woman in the front seat. “C’mon, Y/N. A little faith here—I just wanted us to have some time alone, you know? Something special. You know I’d fall apart without you, hell, you’ve saved mine and Sammy’s life several times, but it’s more than that. We don’t just need you for your hunting skills—“
“Or the fact that I could kick both your asses and I’m a better researcher than the two of you put together.”
“Haha. It’s more than one and one makes two. It makes sense for you to be with us, for us to be together, but put aside the math and the logic of it; I want to make you feel…wanted.”
Dean reached over, grabbing Y/N hand to squeeze.
“This is about how you’re more than everything I need. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t know how you do what you do, the way you can make me smile at the weirdest times, the way that everything that doesn’t make sense about me, makes sense when I’m with you.”
Dean faltered, unfamiliar with this mushy stuff… but Y/N’s eyes were melting, and the smile on her face…it was the same smile she gave him after a particularly slow, sweet love making session. So, he soldiered on.
“This trip is about the two of us,” Dean squeezed her hand in his, “and how I wanna hold your hand forever… and kiss your lips…” He leaned forward and caught a glimpse of her smile before she mirrored him and gave him a sweet kiss, all lips with just a hint of tongue.
He leaned back and smiled at the look in her eyes.
“C’mon, I wanna show you something.”
It was a little cooler than Dean had been expecting outside of the car, which made Dean smile—more incentive to wrap her up. The view was…breathtaking. There were quite a few clouds in the wide open sky in front of them, and they were all painted surreal shades of orange, purple, pink and gold as the horizon was dominated by the half globe of the setting sun.
“Oh…Dean. It’s incredible.”
Score two for the boyfriend.
Dean boosted himself on top of the trunk, then pulled Y/N up in between his legs, cradling her against his chest as she took in the full sight and he lost himself in the feel of her curves and the smell of her hair.
He truly was one lucky son of a bitch.
The moment needed no words—they sat there together, watching the sun set and holding each other, and Dean had the fleeting thought that surely this moment would be added to his heaven landscape—and he was glad that he might get the chance to relive this on a loop one day.
When the last of the colors began to fade away, Y/N shifted in his arms, turning to press another sweet kiss to his lips. Dean slipped his hand into her hair, angling her to deepen the contact, losing himself in the taste of her in the way he rarely gave himself time to do anymore.
Then he heard it—the splat of water on windshield. He looked up just in time for the next raindrop to land on his cheek.
“Oh, come on.”
The light sprinkle was already speeding up to be a steady drizzle as Dean groaned, sliding both himself and Y/N off the car.
“What’s wrong, Dean?”
“This” Dean pointed up to the cloudy sky, the magnificent colors gone to reveal a light gray shade that was playing hell with his evening. “I had a whole thing planned—camp out under the stars, cozy campfire, some quiet time alone,” Dean arched his eyebrows and Y/N chuckled, “the works. Fucking rain.”
Then Y/N tilted her head back, letting the rain wash her face as she spread her arms out—as if she’d embrace the storm if she could.
“I love the rain, though. The way it sounds on metal,” Dean listened to the music of it on the car and could kinda see her point, “the way it drops the temperature and clears the air… and especially the smell.”
“The smell?”
Y/N smiled, her eyes still closed and facing the sky. “Yeah. Petrichor…it means the smell of dust after rain. I’ve always liked it….”
She cracked her eyes open then, laughing to find Dean staring at her incredulously.
“Seriously, Dean—what’s wrong with a little rain?”
She started spinning in the drizzle, the rain coming down hard enough that her hair was starting to get slicked back and her oversize loose shirt began to cling to her curves in a way that Dean definitely noticed.
Y/N was still spinning slowly, practically dancing in the rain, her eyes coming back to Dean’s again and again as he stared at her child-like abandon and the joy that radiated from her.
“At this moment? Not a damn thing.”
Dean moved forward and caught her in his arms, pulling her into his chest.
Y/N chuckled again and then Dean’s mouth was on hers, and her mouth was otherwise occupied.
When they finally surfaced for breath, Dean realized the shower had slackened—it was barely sprinkling now, and the clouds were dispersing to reveal the night sky.
“Look, Y/N.” He guided her chin up to see the stars. This deep into the national forest, the light pollution was minimal, and maybe it was the recent rain, but the air seemed extra clear tonight. Peeking out from behind the clouds, the stars were finally making themselves seen, twinkling and filling the night landscape.
“Oh, wow. Dean, it’s---it’s like a fairytale, or a dream.”
He smiled, turning her around so that her back was to his chest, her head leaned back on his shoulder as she continued to stargaze. He’d brought a tarp and some sleeping bags for that purpose, but he couldn’t bring himself to let her out of his arms right now. The moment was too perfect to spoil with distance.
“That’s all I ever wanted, Y/N. As good as you make me feel, I wanna make you feel better.” Dean leaned his head in and whispered in her ear as he pulled her even tighter into his chest, “better than your fairy tales, better than your best dreams.
“I’ll never let you forget it.”
“Forget what, Dean?”
Y/N turned enough to look up into Dean’s eyes, her own sparkling with something that looked suspiciously like tears in the starlight, but the smile on her face gave him the courage to continue.
“Just how much I need you—how much I want you in my life. Just how important you are to me….”
A part of Dean wanted to keep going, but this was getting way too mushy and open for him, so he did what he did best—acted instead of talked. He leaned in, showing her with his kiss just how much she meant to him, since he wasn’t comfortable saying it out loud to her, no matter how much she might deserve to hear it.
When the kiss was broken, it was Y/N who pulled back to look up at him. Her smile was knowing, understanding, and Dean smiled back, acknowledging his own embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Dean. This is incredible, and I love that you did it—but I know you love me without any grand gestures. And you know I love you.
“There are some things that could never possibly be forgotten.”
Then she pulled him down for another kiss, and Dean focused on the amazing woman in his arms and making her feel wanted in every possible way for the rest of the night.
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Author’s Note: This starts before the Apocalypse, and ends after Cas releases the Leviathan. It’s like snippets of your life. This is my submission for @whispersandwhiskerburn ‘s request2write challenge. I chose the song One Call Away by Charlie Puth and the dialogue prompt I chose was “You can’t scare me away.” The lyrics are in bold, and the prompt is italicized and bolded.
I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one call away
“Cas you never answer anymore, why not?” you complain into the void, blood trickling from your various cuts from the last hunt you were on. You sit in your car struggling to stay conscious. Thinking of the blue eyes and sweet smile
“I always come when you call,” he says, cocking his head curiously.
“I prayed four times last week, you didn’t even pop in to tell me you couldn’t help,” you say.
“How did I miss your prayer?” he asks himself.
“I don’t know, I was worried,” you mumble.
“Let me heal you,” he says and touches your forehead.
“Thanks,”
“I’m just a prayer away,” he says, popping back out.
Call me, baby, if you need a friend
I just wanna give you love
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Reaching out to you, so take a chance
You step out of your car with tears running down your cheeks, wishing for nothing more than a friend. You can’t call Dean or Sam with this problem; they told you he was no good for you. Choking back sobs as you open the door to the dingy hotel room, so no one will bother you. You get inside and let them out.
“Y/n?” Cas asks from the bed.
“Cas, what are you doing here?” you ask, wiping the tears away, holding back the sobs for a moment. You tug your sleeves down to hide the bruises.
“I was concerned; you would not answer your phone,”
“I was on a date Cas, it’s no big deal,” you whisper.
“A date?” he asks.
“Yes Cas, a date,” you state.
“With who?”
“You don’t want to know,” you say and avoid his gaze.
“What happened?” he demands.
“Nothing Cas,” you whisper and walk past him. He grabs your wrist gently and you flinch.
“What did he do?” Cas demands.
“Nothing,” you lie.
“Do I need to pay him a visit?”
“Cas don’t bother him,” you whisper.
“Tell me,”
“He got a little rough when I told him no is all,” you whisper.
“Did he touch you?” Cas demands, anger overtaking his usually stoic features.
“No,” you whisper, reassuring him. He relaxes and holds you as you fall asleep.
No matter where you go
You know you’re not alone
I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one call away
“They’re gone Cas,” you sob quietly into the seat of your car. Sam was lost to the Cage, Dean went to Lisa, and Cas, you don’t know where Cas went.
“They left me, you can’t leave me too,” you cry.
“I wouldn’t,” Cas says and pulls you to him. You curl into him and cry.
“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.
“Why?” he asks.
“I shouldn’t cry on you, it’ll make you leave. I’ll just scare you away like I have everyone else,” you whisper.
“It’s all right. You can’t scare me away,” he whispers and you cry yourself to sleep on the sweet angel.
Come along with me and don’t be scared
I just wanna set you free
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
You and me can make it anywhere
For now, we can stay here for a while
‘Cause you know, I just wanna see you smile
You avoid Cas’ glance as you look out across the water.
“Why don’t you smile?” he asks.
“I do smile Cas, it’s just not often,” you whisper.
“Why do you hunt?”
“It’s what I’ve been doing forever, I was raised into it, you know that,” you look at Cas curiously.
“I know you were raised into it, but you could get out you’re smart,” he says.
“But if I got out I’d have to cut all my ties, that would mean you,” you explain.
“Then I’m glad you chose hunting,” he smiles.
“Me too,” you say with a smile.
No matter where you go
You know you’re not alone
I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one call away
“Cas,” you breathe, praying with what little strength you have. Blood coming out of the hole in your stomach, the angel hasn’t been as responsive lately. He was once your friend, now you aren’t sure, he won’t answer prayers, and when he does he isn’t acting normal.
“Please Cas,” you plead, hunters’ deaths have been bloody since the beginning. You just don’t want to die alone.
“I can fix it,” Cas whispers.
“Where the hell have you been?” you demand, struggling to sit up to yell at him.
“Lay back,” he says and reaches towards your forehead. You grab his wrist.
“Stop, tell me where you’ve been,” you plead.
“After I heal you,” his blue eyes searching yours. You notice some wear on him that wasn’t there before and an exhausted look in his eyes.
“Fine,” you breathe and he touches your forehead. Your abdomen stops bleeding and you sit up grabbing his tie.
“Where the hell have you been?” you demand. Fear takes over his features and he backs as far away as his tie will allow.
“I cannot tell you,” he whispers.
“Why not?” you ask.
“It would endanger you,” he says.
“Cas, you don’t get to pop in when you feel like it, I miss you, you’re all I have. Do you think Sam and Dean are talking to me?” you ask.
“I am sorry they are upset with you,” he says.
“It’s not your fault, I should have been more careful last time I hunted with them,” you say shaking your head. He helps you up and walks you to your car.
“Thanks Cas. See you soon?” you ask.
“I will see you soon,”
And when you’re weak I’ll be strong
I’m gonna keep holding on
Now don’t you worry, it won’t be long
Darling, and when you feel like hope is gone
Just run into my arms
“I am your New God,” Cas says.
“What?” you ask, looking at Cas. He came to you in a dingy motel room, after weeks of silence. He is looking worse, similar to what Lucifer’s first vessel looked like.
“I am God now, that is what I could not tell you,” he whispers.
“Cas, we can fix this,” you say.
“Fix it? I am God, there is nothing to fix,” he roars. You flinch away from him and he reaches for you.
“Do not fear me, I am still Castiel,” he whispers.
“Cas nothing good can come from this, whatever is giving you all this power we have to get rid of it,” you plead.
“I am sorry, I am God you must understand that,” he says and is gone again.
I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one, I’m only one call away
I’ll be there to save the day
Superman got nothing on me
I’m only one call away
I’m only one call away
“Cas,” you pray between sobs. Cas released the Leviathan into the world, and walked himself into the water supply of Sioux Falls. You’ll probably never see those bright blue eyes or his messy dark hair. He’ll never hold you again, you’ll never feel safe like that again.
“Cas please you have to be alive,” you plead.
“You told me you were only a prayer away,” you whisper, and start your car again. You start hunting again. Hoping that he isn’t dead, praying to him.
