Summary: You and Dean are on a drive. When Dean takes the wheels and you fall asleep, he uses that time to clear his head and make an important decision. (Gosh, I such at summaries.)
Warning: Fluff
Written for @spndeanbingo (round 2)
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A/N: OH MAN! It has been so long since I’ve posted a fic! I’ve recently moved and did not have access to internet so I couldn’t post any fics (which were all on my laptop because I like to write them out on Word Docs before actually posting). But internet is back and I’ve been writing! Woohoo! I hope you guys like fluff because this is nothing but that! :) Love you all. Continue to stay vigilant and be safe!
Dean was sitting in the passenger seat, allowing you to take the reigns this time, much to your surprise. Soft rock played through the impala with the volume down low, acting only as added background sounds.
With your eyes on the road and Dean fast asleep, there was nothing but content. Just being like this almost felt normal, like there wasn’t monsters running around killing people or demons and angels trying to rid you and the Winchesters of the world. It was nice. It was a well accepted change for once.
Baby purred smoothly, the sound enough to lull Dean to sleep, but it was the sound of something else that stirred him awake. He didn’t move his body as his eyes fluttered open, casting sideways to look at you. Your eyes were fixated in front of you, attention to the road, fingers lightly drumming against the steering wheel while you sang along to whatever song was playing. Your voice was soft, smooth, welcomed. It was in that moment of simplicity that he was happy to be alive, happy to be here with you.
Aside from the big wins with saving the world and the people he cared about, it was also the small moments like these that made his heart unbearably full. If he could, he’d stay in this moment forever. Just you and him on the unwinding open road. Soon, Dean fell back asleep to the sound of your soothing voice.
A few hours later, you and Dean switched places, giving you a chance to get some shut eye. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. In fact, it took you all but forty seconds for you to knock out, hairline pressed against the window.
Taking a sudden hard right turn, your body shifted. “Shit,” Dean whispered, holding one arm to catch you, but he was a little too late, only able to slow and cushion your impending descent. Your head landed on Dean’s lap and your body quickly adjusted. You curled your body onto the seat with your feet bent and pressed against the door. Dean allowed his eyes to take in your form, a soft smile perching itself on his lips. God, did he wish you were his.
You were his best friend, the female adjacent to Cass. You had always been there for him, come through for him in a way that always surprised him. You were always on his side, no matter how stupid he was being. You were even bold enough to tell him like it is, giving him the tough love that was usually dished out by Sam. You’ve seen him at his best, darkest, and most vulnerable, and yet, you never looked at him any differently. He trusted you. You trusted him. Even Sam never second guessed you.
Finally reaching the bunker, Dean put the Impala in park however, he didn’t bother to move or wake you. He sat there in his beloved car listening to your soft intake of breaths. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, wanting nothing more than to spend more time with you. It was a little ridiculous considering he could have alone time with you in the bunker, but he just wanted to bask in this moment. He was in his favorite car with his favorite girl.
If life were different, and you two weren’t hunters, Dean could definitely live in this moment, although under much different context… If life were different, you’d be his girl, and the two of you would go out on drives just for the hell of it. Taking Baby and his baby out on the road just to spend some quality time. Damn, if life was different, he’d make sure this was how it would be. Not only that, but if life was different, both his parents would still be around, his grandparents too. Sam would come to visit on his breaks from Stanford, and you’d be wearing his ring on your finger. If life was different, Dean could have it all.
“Dean?” your groggy voice interrupted him from his thoughts. “We home?”
“Yeah, sorry. Didn’t want to wake you,” he half lied.
You stretched your arms and back, Dean’s eyes trailing over every curve. You were gorgeous. “What are you looking at?” you giggled. “Wanna help stretch a girl out?” you winked.
Fuck, he was lucky to have a best friend like you. Joking around, sleeping around, why didn’t he just make it all real? All he had to do was ask you to be his girlfriend. All he had to do was make it official.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind helping to stretch my girl out,” he suggested.
“My girl?” you teased. “What you talking about?” the giggle that followed your question was music to his ears.
“You know what I’m talking about. You… being my girl. Officially.”
A wide grin spread across your face. “Whoa, easy there, Dean. Baby might get jealous,” you cooed, grazing your hand gently over Baby’s dashboard. “She’s been your only girl for a long time.”
Dean couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m sure Baby wouldn’t mind. In fact, I think she really likes you. I mean, she let you drive her without complications.”
“Well, you know how it is. Us girls need to stick together.”
Dean smiled. “So what do you say?”
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Baby, what do you think? Can you share Dean with me? I promise to take care of him just as good as you have.”
Miraculously, a popping noise came from inside the hood, the Impala cooling down. You laughed along with Dean, taking it as a sign.
“That’s my girl,” Dean crooned, kissing his steering wheel.
“In that case,” you started, crawling closer to Dean. “Looks like I’ve got the green pass,” you mumbled, lips barely grazing his.
Dean didn’t waste any time, pressing his lips towards yours. Inevitably, the kiss heated up quickly and you found yourself on Dean’s lap, straddling him. As layers of clothing started to come off, your ass pressed on the steering wheel engaging the horn. You and Dean separated with a gasp and labored breathing.
“Sorry, Baby. Y/N and I will take things inside,” his told the Impala, emerald orbs sparking with mischief and, what you would assume was, happiness.
“Yeah, sorry Baby,” you giggled, scrambling out of the car with Dean. Once out, Dean smacked your ass before you could take off running. You yelped, looking back at him playfully before dashing out of the garage and into the bunker.
“Thanks Baby,” Dean tapped the roof of the Impala before shutting the door and chasing after you.
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Amanda-kins! How are you doing? I'm just dropping by to show you some love. I didn't forget about you or anyone else. I've just been preoccupied and a little MIA. But I'm still here and I still love you! I hope your week is going well, and I hope you aren't too exhausted yet from work. How is work anyways? Love you lots!!
Eileen, hi!!!!!!! I know you didn’t forget about me.
Hey Mimi! So I made a side blog for bucky fics, and was wondering what your marvel blog was again? I thought I followed you, but I guess i didn't. I can't remember the URL, can you please tell me so I can follow? Please and thank you! :)
Hey girl! I just wanted to let you know that I read your Flour Girl series and I wanted to give you a round of applause, a standing ovation, and throw countless amounts of bouquets at you! I loved it so much! Seriously! It was fluffy with a hint of dramatics, and it was overall an amazing story! I also want to assume you bake, or watch a lot of baking shows. Your knowledge was impressive. Then again I know nothing of baking. Lol. Once again, LOOOVED IT!!! 🥰❤️
Hello, Eileen!! I am so SO HAPPY that you took the time to read Flour Girl and that you loved it!! You’re so sweet and all your lovely words mean the world to me. Flour Girl is basically the fic of my heart because, to answer your question, yes, I am a baker. :) I have a degree in culinary arts and have been baking professionally for over 10 years. So yeah, I’d say I have a good amount of knowledge. ha! And I don’t actually watch any baking shows cause, you know. It’s what I do all day. :) I really appreciate you taking the time to message me, lovely! Thank you!! ❤️❤️❤️
This fic was written for @squirrel-moose-winchester Supernatural Crack Attack Challenge. My prompt was “temporary memory loss.” I’ve never written a crack fic before, but @kittenofdoomage told me this was funny, and I trust her judgment.
Summary: After an unsolved case that may or may not have been a witch, the reader wakes up with no memory of her boyfriend, and it gets old for Sam and Dean very quickly.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, reader
This was the first time I could remember that we had left a town with a case unsolved. Three people had been murdered, but we couldn’t figure out what had done it.
Sam and I felt it was a witch, but Dean wasn’t convinced. We had interviewed dozens of witnesses and had gotten nowhere. After three weeks of working around the clock, we were exhausted.
So Dean called in a favor and another team of hunters who happened to be close by took over the case for us. We thought maybe we had missed something and fresh eyes were needed. Frustrated and dejected, we piled into the Impala and headed home.
It was late when we got to the bunker, so we all headed right to bed.
“Night Dean.” I murmured sleepily as I headed off to my and Sam’s room.
“Night Y/N” He rumbled back, yawning loudly.
In the morning, I was taking an extra-long shower when the curtain was pulled back and a man got in the shower behind me, pulling me to him. My shriek of fear was loud enough to wake the dead. The shower was slippery, so I shoved him as hard as I could, sprinting out and grabbing a towel to wrap around me as I ran from the room.
“Dean! Dean! Help!” I screamed as I ran towards his room. Dean met me in the hallway with his gun drawn.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” He asked, his eyes taking in my lack of clothing.
“A strange man just got into the shower with me! Someone is in here!” I told him breathlessly.
“What!? Where is Sam?” He asked me.
“Who?”
Dean walked towards the shower room, with me behind him. Halfway there, the strange man came out and started walking towards us, also in just a towel.
“That’s him! Shoot him, Dean!” I yelled, grabbing at his arm. He looked at me like I was crazy.
The man stopped in front of us. “What the hell is going on?” He asked Dean.
Dean held up a hand to silence him and turned to me. “Do you know who this is, Y/N?”
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen him before in my life, but he’s definitely a perv, I can tell you that!”
The man and Dean exchanged a look before Dean said, “This is my brother Sam, and he is your boyfriend, Y/N.”
After I had gotten dressed, I met them in the library. “So, Steve, you’re Dean’s brother? I didn’t know he had a brother. But let me tell you this, if you ever try to get in the shower with me again, I will shoot you where you stand!”
The younger Winchester frowned at me. “My name is Sam. We have been dating for three years, Y/N. I’ve taken lots of showers with you.” He turned to Dean. “What are you thinking, witch?”
“You think I’m a witch?” I responded, highly offended. “I hate witches!”
“No, not you, Y/N!” He answered, rubbing his face tiredly.
Dean nodded. “Maybe. Let’s go check her stuff for hex bags. Y/N, why don’t you come help us?”
“Sure!” I said enthusiastically. “So who is your friend? Boy, he sure is tall! Did he sleep over?”
Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s Sam. S-A-M.”
“I can spell you know,” I told him sarcastically. “I’m not an idiot!”
Dean, this other guy who just showed up out of nowhere, (which I thought was pretty weird, but Dean didn’t seem concerned) and I looked through all the stuff in my room. We didn’t find anything so we decided to stop and have some breakfast. Dean made pancakes.
“So Stan, Have you been friends with Dean long? I don’t remember him mentioning you.” I was trying to make conversation with the new guy. He just sighed and ate his cereal. “Dean, why didn’t you tell me you had such cute friends?”
“It’s Sam.” The brothers said in unison.
“Okay, we need to figure this out. This is going to drive me nuts.” Dean stated emphatically.
“How do you think I feel? My girlfriend doesn’t even know my name!” Sam complained.
“You have a girlfriend, Seth? You should bring her over. I’d love to meet her!” I told Sam, flashing him a winning smile.
“YOU are my girlfriend, Y/N. YOU. WE are a couple.” Sam told me in a raised voice.
“Jeez, Sal. You don’t have to yell. I’m not deaf!” I turned to Dean. “Your guest seems a little grumpy!”
This went on for two days. Finally, in desperation, Sam called Rowena. “She doesn’t remember me at all. Just me. She doesn’t know my name, or that we are dating, or that I’m Dean’s brother.”
“You are his brother? No way!” I said in a surprised voice. “Dean, why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?”
“I see what you mean,” Rowena commented. “It’s a memory spell. Her memory of you has been completely wiped away.”
“Can you fix it?” Dean asked.
“Of course I can”. Rowena said confidently. “I’ll perform the counter-spell, and when she wakes in the morning, her memories of you will be restored.”
It was getting pretty late and suddenly I was very tired so I said goodnight to Dean and his friend. He’d sure been hanging around a lot lately. I think his name was Scott or something.
When I woke up it was very early in the morning. For some reason, I was back in my old room. I had no idea how I had gotten there. I got out of bed and padded down the hall to the room I shared with Sam. I slid into bed next to him and wrapped my arms around him for warmth.
“Y/N? Are you okay? So you know me? What’s my name?” Sam asked me, instantly wide awake.
“I know you’re older than me, Sam, but you still have some time before dementia sets in,” I said sleepily, yawning hugely.
His arms tightened around me. “I love you.” He said with relief. It was over.
“Love you too, you big weirdo,” I whispered before I dozed off.
SARAH! I miss you and I love you and you're so freaking talented! Just wanted to let you know that!! :) Also, hope you're doing well! xx
Oh my sweet Eileen, I love you too and you have no idea how badly I needed this today! Thank you so much ❤ To be honest, I am not doing well. Things are tough, sad, confusing, scary...basically, I'm an angst fic 😄 But I will be okay. And I will get back to writing. You can never know how much your thoughts mean to me!
Hi, I'm just curious. Is your participants list updated? I noticed it only says that there are only three participants and that kind of surprises me. lol. My real question is, how would you like us to lay out everything, such as the square filled and whatnot. This is my first time joining a bingo writing challenge, and I'm just thinking maybe you've got a different format for us to follow?
No no! Definitely not updated in the slightest! We’re slightly behind on everything... Try 3 of 100 or so.
We are pretty lenient on formatting! As long as you have your square filled, our tag, word count and warnings. Those are the main things we need to know. You could set it up like so:
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I believe thats what most people have. Thank you for the great questions!
