Things changed in the next few days as Dean and you got closer. He almost never left your side and though it started off as a bit annoying, you got used to it and actually preferred to rather be with him than have to be alone with John. He was back to his best father-in-law in the world facade which scared you even more than assure you. Every time he patted your back or even came close to you, it took every bit of effort in you to not flinch or retort. Despite doing all that you could to show John that you were trying, he had been keeping a closer look on you now.
You were currently on your way to another close friend of the Winchester's and honestly, you couldn't help but feel like you were on a tour and you were being paraded around for everyone to say. When you asked Dean about it, he just said that you were mostly visiting close friends and people who wouldn't be able to make it to the wedding. Also, it was apparently traditional for the Winchesters for the newly marrieds to visit close relations after the wedding for blessings. But John had wanted to get it done with before and get back to business after the wedding.
So all in all, things were alright-ish. Except you mostly got your sleep in the car these days. You and Dean had started sleeping in the same bed and turns out, he just couldn't keep his hands to himself. You tried to brush him off a couple of times and tried to make up excuses like you got too hot or you sometimes kicked in your sleep and Dean would understand but he'd simply wrap his arms around you in his sleep in the middle of the night. One of these nights, you had woken to Dean's hard dick pressed to your back as he ground his hips against yours and rubbed your waist with his hands. You knew he had only meant it to ask you if you wanted things to go further, to which you didn't react at all and pretended to be asleep throughout, and he hadn't done it since after getting that signal but it kept you up every night from then on. So you mostly slept during the day in the car and nobody seemed to mind. You, in fact, had a feeling that Dean enjoyed it just as much, getting to hold you while you slept in the car. You didn't mind that too much either, since you knew Dean wouldn't do anything with John and Sam in the car.
You woke up with a start as the car hit a bump in the road. You sighed and rested your head back again and noticed that your head was on Dean's chest. You sighed and tried to sit up when Dean squeezed your arm, "We're almost there, you slept well?" he asked. You looked up at him and could almost feel the awkward presence of John and Sam when you noticed how close your faces were and Dean leaned in to leave a small peck on your lips.
You sat up straight with an intended blush and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. As you ran your fingers through your hair to straighten it, you were surprised to see that Dean was actually reading one of your books. "Like that?" You asked.
Dean smiled, "Yeah, it's nice." He said which made you chuckle.
"No, you don't." You said, reading his physiognomy.
He blushed a little at first and then laughed, "No, I don't. The first some pages didn't even make sense, how do you read these?"
Sam looked back and chuckled with you, having heard the conversation. You looked up front and saw the street through the windshield as John took a turn. Your face paled at that as the smile faded from your face.
"You alright?" Dean asked and you figured your discomfort must've shown.
"I..." You looked back and Dean and could feel John's eyes on you through the rearview mirror. "Can we go for some lemonade or something first? I think the heat's getting to me." You asked and Dean was about to say something when you gestured towards him and yourself under the seat. He looked at it and understood.
"Uh, yeah," Dean said and looked at John. "Sure, Sammy can entertain till we get back, yeah?" He said but it was only rhetoric, his eyes were still at John who simply shrugged.
"Sure, there should be someplace down this road. We'll drop you two there." He said.
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"So? You want to talk about what happened?" Dean asked as he sat down on the bench next to you, handing you your lemonade.
You took a sip and sighed, not knowing what to say. Dean had been really nice to you lately but he was still a Winchester. "Would you get mad?" You asked.
Dean chuckled, "How am I supposed to know when I don't even know what you're talking about?"
You took a sip and waiting a couple of seconds before you looked at him, "Promise me you won't," you said. Dean looked a bit sceptical but nodded. "It's Wayne," You said and saw Dean's brows furrow with confusion. Wayne was the eldest son of the family you were going to visit. You had known just as you had seen the town, their family was the only hunter family in this town and there were none much close either. "I... um,"
"You dated him?" Dean asked, and though he was audibly trying to keep his voice calm you saw it on his face that he didn't like the idea. Wayne was older than Dean and had recently gotten married.
"Not technically," You said.
"He fucked you." He said in a matter-of-fact manner. His face was blank but you saw his jaw bone flinch as he clenched his jaw. You could see by the white on the tips of his fingers that he was clenching his fist around his cup of lemonade as well. And honestly, the way he had put it had stung you a bit. As if it was a bad thing and made you some sort of a slut.
"Well, yeah," You said. "But it was some time ago, a couple of years or so before his wedding," You said.
Dean sat back and seemed to study your face, "Was he your first?" He asked.
You narrowed your eyes at him. Why did it matter if he was? "Yeah," You answered, not wanting to escalate this any further. It was better if Dean understood this and kept it to himself. You didn't know what John would think of it if he got to know, and Dean was the only person that could tell him.
"Look, it's been a time since it happened, Dean." You said, seeing his face turn calculative as if he was trying to figure out how he wanted to feel about it. "I hardly even remembered him. It was only when I-"
"How many guys have you slept with?" He asked.
"What?"
"What, you didn't remember your first?" He asked, "You must've been getting passed around the street pretty often for that," he said.
"What?" You asked again, visibly offended this time. "Do you remember your first?" You asked him. "I dare you to even tell me the name of whoever it was that you slept with that night when-"
"Watch your tone," Dean warned. "I apologized for it, mind your tongue what you talk about." He said, "And besides, it's different."
"How?" You asked but Dean simply grunted and looked away.
"Finish your drink," He said and sipped on his. You were frustrated and you didn't even know what to think or say. You looked at Dean and were actually taken aback a bit. He looked... he looked as if he regretted saying what he had. You didn't care though. He was an adult. If he said something he didn't want to, he could've just apologized.
You sighed and drank your lemonade as you watch Dean pull out a flask from his pocket and pour some into his lemonade before he gulped it down. He got up and went over to the car. He leaned over the bonnet and looked far down the road. You finished your lemonade and got up, throwing both yours and Dean's cups in the garbage bin. You got in the car and Dean got in as well.
"Just stay away from him," He said as he drove back which made you roll your eyes. When you finally got there, Dean took your hand in his as he knocked on the door. It was weird, the way he had taken your hand. It wasn't like Dean, really. He was gentler this time, his hand lingering at yours first to see if you'd flinch or protest before he took it, as if he had asked for permission. Was that some sort of apology?
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The Unrequited (Dean x Male Reader)
FanfictionYou hated your life and he was here to set you free. But freedom comes at a price, and pay you must.