Dean X Male Reader One Shots

The Weight of It All

Jesus, It's been like a month since I've posted! My bad my bad. I'm graduated and headed to college so I've been busy out the ass, but here's something to keep you occupied while I finish up my other two drafts. Enjoy! - Magnus They/He

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion and you can't bear to keep them open. You know you have to but it's becoming physically impossible.

"Go to sleep baby. I'll take over from here." You thank Dean in a whisper and collapse onto the nearest comfortable surface. You start to snore and Dean chuckles. Dean rubs a hand over his face and gets ready for what is about to be a long watch. He stares at the rusty panic room door wondering what's going on inside. Long hours pass and you return to take over for a fatigued Dean. Dean doesn't even move from the chair he's been perched in for the last 4 hours. He just begins to snore lightly. You snort and pad up to the heavy door keeping Sam in. You slide back the cover to see in and Sam is curled up on the cot in the middle of the room. He looks so small and fragile. You can see the sheen of sweat covering him from here and you slide the cover back shut. Dean is awake and watching you when you turn back.

"Jesus fuck D, you scared me. How long have you been watching me?" His eyes lazily blink closed and stay shut and he's back asleep in seconds. You roll your eyes and lean back against the stair railing. A creak comes from the landing and you glance up the staircase. Bobby is navigating the rickety stairs with a tray of food in his hands. Dean's chin is in his chest and he's snoring lightly. You salute Bobby with a raise of the sandwich you've just snatched and he gives you a nod, climbing the stairs back up to the first floor. You pull a piece of warm bread off of your sandwich and you raise it halfway to your mouth before you notice something is wrong. The energy of the room seems to have changed and you don't know what's causing it. You set your sandwich down on the tray and pad towards the panic room door.

"D, something's wrong. Get your ass up." Dean's awake in an instant, on his feet, and holding a weapon. You creep towards the panic room door. That feeling that's making your skin crawl is rolling away from the door in waves.

"Sam?" You ask, but you don't get a response. You open the eye slats and nearly trip over your own feet leaping backwards. The scream that releases from your lips is one of pure unfiltered terror. Dean's stance shifts and he takes a look through the slat. He swears and stumbles backwards.

"Jesus fuck Sammy. Don't stand so close to the door like that." Dean's nose wrinkles in disgust at something and he coughs covering his mouth with a hand. He looks a little green around the gills. "God, Sam. What the fuck did you do?" A whispered reply comes from the other side of the door but it's too quiet for you to hear. "I'm gonna have to clean that up aren't I?" There's a soft reply and Dean sighs. He slides the eye slat closed and rubs at his face.

"You ok? Did Sam do something?"

"There's vomit all over the floor and it's got demon blood in it." His face has a slightly green tinge to it as Bobby comes tromping down the stairs gun in hand.

"What the hell happened? You two alright?" Dean waves a hand at Bobby, telling him it's alright.

"Nothing, we can't handle Bobby. Just a little bodily fluid cleanup." His nose wrinkles and he walks right back up the stairs. He didn't even offer to help.

"Just you and me babe." If Dean didn't look so sick you would think he was adorable.

"As it normally is."