Happily Ever After. Dean Winchester x Reader!
Pairing : Dean x Reader
Summary : After you and Dean retire, his nightmares return and one night he wakes you.
Warnings : fluff!dean , postseriesfinale!dean .
It had been a few months since the two of you retired from hunting. Alongside his younger brother, you and Dean decided it was time. After years of countless losses, tribulations and triumphs he decided he was ready to hang it up for you. At first you neglected but after Sam agreed, there was no reason for you to attempt to keep him in the dangerous profession.
Settling into a house just south of Kansas in a small town, you and Dean found a perfect balance. He took pride in his small projects around the house. Occasionally tuning up the impala, taking up a few other laboring task in regards to making your house a home. Sam was only a few hours away, which was nothing compared to the long trips you all endured to save the world, multiple times. So everything was good. Or at least on the surface. You constantly had doubts; did he miss hunting, was it being away from Sam, would you amount to what Lisa had given him in the past? You weren’t bold enough to ask, however he wouldn’t give you an answer if you did—but you figured it had to be something that had him uneasy.
Dean dreaded when the sun went down, which is why he kept busy with a countless amount of projects, but the exhaustion always caught up with him. As did the nightmares he tried to outrun. The eldest Winchester never claimed to be the most peaceful sleeper, but ever since he attempted to leave the life behind it seems the vivid memories of blood, gore, ghouls and everything else underneath the shadows came to visit him. He did his best to keep it under wraps. His stoic nature serving as a mask to hide his internal struggles had become a staple to his daily routine.
This particular night, he woke you. Typically, his fidgeting and slight jerking motions wouldn’t disturb you, leaving you curious to why he was up before the sun each day but it was different tonight. You felt an intense grip against your wrist. He was holding onto you as you stirred from your sleep. You were confused at first, lifting your upper body to move closer to him before realizing just what was happening. You didn’t know whether to wake him, or attempt to comfort him.
You wanted to protect him from this, the night terrors he experienced due to the intense amount of trauma he had endured over the years but you couldn’t. The best you could do was hold him. And finally, with your head resting against the head board and his head in your lap now, he began an attempt to rest peaceful; only after freeing your wrist out of sheer luck did you ran your fingers through his hair. His prior motions had relaxed, even the expression on his face had changed.
You fell asleep like this, his stirring once again awoke you from your light sleep but instead it was due to the sun hitting you both in the face. As the warmth grazed both of you, you exchanged looks. A soft smile across his face appeared. “Good morning, sweet heart.” He softly uttered. You stayed silent, attempting to make a decision. Question his nightmares or continue to believe he was fine. Before you could speak, he leaned upwards slightly adjusting to plant a kiss onto your lips. Afterward he slid out bed as the beginning of his daily routine as if nothing had happened; just as you expected him too.
