Dean X Male Reader One Shots

Closer

¿Quién lo diría, que se podría

hacer el amor por telepatía?

La luna esta llena, mi cama vacía

You hug Dean's freshly washed t-shirt to your chest and spin around the garage. The smooth tones of Kali Uchis bounce against the bare concrete walls creating one of the best echoes you've ever heard. You begin to sing along while folding laundry.

Lo que yo te haria

Si te tuviera de frente la mente te la volaría

De noche y de día, de noche y de día

You know I'm just a flight away

If you wanted you can take a private plane

Someone clears their throat from the doorway and you freeze mid-note. You slowly turn to face your unknown audience and make eye contact with Dean. He's leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows raised. You give him a shy smile and look down at your feet.

"Don't let me interrupt you. Please continue, I didn't know I was married to someone who could speak more than one language."

"I don't really speak Spanish. I'm just really good at picking up language. It doesn't take much effort for me to learn something like Spanish. I've just never given it the time. Been kinda busy making sure you don't get yourself killed." Dean scrunches up his face at this and pouts slightly, but you don't give him the satisfaction of responding to his little sulk moment. You go back to the laundry and you know that your move has worked when you hear his footsteps coming up behind you. Dean's arms circle around you from behind and he rests his chin on the top of your head.

"I'm putting in a request for you to continue singing. It sounded like I was being serenaded." You smile and continue the song while attempting to fold the laundry. Dean doesn't ever make anything easy though.

A kilómetros estamos conectando

Y me prendes aunque no me estés tocando

You know I got a lot to say

All these voices in the background of my brain

Y me dicen todo lo que estás pensando

Me imagino lo que ya estás maquinando

You manage to get the last of the laundry folded but before you can start to walk out to put it away Dean pulls you in close.

"Dance with me." He leads you around the garage, slow dancing to the smooth voice of Kali. From then on that's your song. Dean demands to hear you sing it at least once if not twice a week. If he's feeling particularly demanding he'll plead with you to sing it to him every evening. Not being able to deny something so simple as a Spanish love song you comply with his demands. Sam swears that he will sometimes catch Dean listening to that song and swaying slightly with his eyes closed whenever you're away. Dean won't admit to it, but you know better.