Dean Winchester x Reader One Shots

It's Been Awhile ~ Part 1

Here you were once again, driving home from a long ass day at work. The sun had fallen allowing the stars to shine above. It was a beautiful night, so beautiful that when you glanced at the studded sky, your mind wondered. This is what you usually did anyways, you'd let your mind go back to a time when you felt secure, wanted, and maybe loved. It was a far fetched idea to think that he might have fallen for you. And fuck no matter how much you tried, you just couldn't stop him from creeping back into your head. Sure, you were lonely without him, the apartment you lived in was way too small, and you couldn't help feeling homesick. 

Who was this oh so important man you always thought about? Dean. He was one of the Winchester boys. He was charming, funny, and sometimes arrogant. He made you smile. He made you forget about how shitty your job was at the time. And believe me you hated coming in there, working ten to twelve hours. The regulars were fine but when it came to the people who were passing through, ugh let's just say that you've had to break up many drunken fights. You had thought about quitting, but then what would you do to pay the bills on time? At least the regulars left you some extremely generous tips. Matter of fact, Dean was also one of those. You remember clearly the day you met him. It was like a dream. 

You were just finishing up your night routine at the bar you worked at, scrubbing down the counter, when the door rung. Not looking up, you said, rather irritated, "Sorry, bar closes at twelve."

Fumbling with a glass, drying it with a towel, you turned your back towards whoever came in. Hoping that you would hear the door close. It was then that you heard the all too familiar sound a bar stool being dragged backwards and someone's ass plopping down on it. Sighing, you calmly stacked the glass on top of the others. "Okay, I've had a long day mister. I'm not in th-." Cut short, your breath hitched in your throat. Here, in front of you, sat the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. He was tall, probably about 6'1, short dirty blonde hair, pure green eyes; he wore a green flannel, black shirt, with jeans. He was gorgeous. 

Folding his hands on the counter top, he smiled. 

Shaking yourself out of the daze, your voice lightened up. "I'm so sorry," you apologized kindly. 

He looked down then back up again with a smirk. "It's alright sweetheart. I don't wanna be any trouble."

"No no you're not any trouble at all!" 

You quickly approached the bar top, all professional like. It was silent for a beat and you could hear your heart pick up it's pace when he bit his bottom lip. Biting your own, you decided to take his order. You figured it wouldn't hurt to stay a couple more minutes especially with this handsome man. "Well," you sighed, continuing, "What can I get you hun?"

"I'll have a whiskey." 

Nodding your head, you chose the finest whiskey you had. Grabbing a shot glass, you poured the liquid until it reached the top. You were about to put the bottle back when Dean said, "You know, why don't you pour yourself a shot too, my treat."

Seeing his face, he smiled again, eyes sparkling. Blushing, you did as he asked. Once the bottle was put away, you slid his glass in front of him. He went to grab it from you, his finger tips brushing yours for just a spit second. You couldn't describe the sensation you felt when he touched you. It was so innocent yet intimate. Butterflies began swirling in your gut. Was that goosebumps on your skin? Shit, yeah it was. You cursed yourself under your breath. 'Don't (Y/N), do not get attached. He is probably only passing through town.'

Before things got awkward, you raised your own glass, clinking it with his. You both tipped your heads back, swallowing. You kind of coughed a bit. The man chuckled. "Too much for you?"