Supernatural Shorts

Shallow (Dean Winchester x F! Reader)

You laid there, feeling the cool body paint move around on your back. Dean's gentle fingers tracing over your back could put you to sleep. This had been the most calm and rest you had in the last couple years. You deserved it! Hell, Dean deserved it more than you. He had been fighting longer than you ever had.

Dean and you crossed paths six years ago during a demon hunt. It really was your hunt and you wouldn't want to admit it, but you really weren't doing too hot. You were extremely lucky the Winchester's stumbled across your hunt when they did. If it weren't for them you'd probably be some demon's meat suit or doing the conga in hell with the devil himself. That was until you learned of where the devil really was a few years later.

You and Dean rarely got along over the first few years. The two of you always butted heads and argued during most hunts. It annoyed Sam so much that he actually told the two of you "Sleep together already! I can't take the sexual tension and the bickering any longer."

It didn't take longer after that for Dean to grab your face and kiss you.

"Are you done back there?" You tried to twist a bit but a hand gently pushed you back into place.

"Nope," Dean enunciated the word. "Almost. This is going to look epic though."

"Doesn't need to be the Sistine Chapel," You buried your face back into the pillow.

Dean gasped. "Excuse me? Your back deserves a painting better than the Sistine Chapel. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you the best?"

You chuckled and mumbled something into the pillow.

Once Dean was finished, he reached for his phone and took a picture of it. "There we go," you heard the smile in his voice. "Now that's what I like to call the Sistine Back. Here, take a look."

You lifted your head to see Dean lay on his side next to you. A huge smile painted his face as he showed the screen of his phone to you. What you saw, had you laughing uncontrollably. "Oh, Dean," you breathed in between laughs. "This is better than the Sistine Chapel. I love it!"

Dean's face lit up so bright, it could have brightened up the dimly lit room. "Yeah? Maybe I should get this printed out big enough to fit the ceiling in here."

You shook your head as laughter took over your body once again. "Oh, God, yes! We can stare at the hamburger and apple pie every night we have sex."

"Yeah," Dean pushed you onto your back, getting the body paints onto the sheets under you. He plants a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, making you shiver through your entire body. Dean began to kiss down your body until he got to your belly. He looked up at you with those bright green eyes. Instead of slinking down further, he crept back up and hovered over you. Those eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. This man has shown you more love than any other man, including your father, has ever shown you. "I love you, don't you ever forget that."

"Never," you reached up, wrapped your arms around his necK and pulled him to your lips. "I have a surprise for you." Twisted to the side and pulled a piece of paper out of the side table drawer and handed it to him. You watched as his face lit up and looked between the paper and your face.

"A pie festival?" The excitement was clear as day in his voice. "Oh, Sweetheart, we are so going to this thing. The three of us. A huge family road trip."

And that's what you all did.

It was the best trip you all had. Dean tried every single pie he could get his hands on. You and Sam watched as he ate each slice. Looking like he was in heaven with each bite he took. It made you happy to see him so at peace not worrying about anything. There's no end of the world evil to take care of. There hadn't been for awhile.