Dean Winchester x Reader One Shots

Wedding Planning (THE WEDDING SERIES)

It had only been a week since Dean asked you to marry him and you were already laying out ideas for the wedding. You stayed up so many nights at a table with papers scattered here and there with ideas. Hell Sam didn't get a chance to be on his lap top anymore because you were constantly on it. There was so much that you thought would be perfect, but once you found that, you found more that was better. You had a hard time deciding. Dean wasn't one for helping. He figured the planning of the wedding was a woman's thing, but he was so wrong. 

He was getting married too so he had every right to be involved in the decisions. More than likely he was afraid to say anything with the fear of being told it was stupid. But you really wished he would just sit down with you to look at everything you found. Also, you had to figure out where the wedding was going to take place. The bunker was the perfect place but then where would you two have the reception? You slaved over what people were going to eat, drink, what the decorations were going to be. It was really stressful. 

Sam tried his best to help give you some pointers because he knew his brother the best but nothing fit. Dean had to buck up sometime. And as you watched him approach the table, breakfast in hand, you stood up, wrapping your arm around his. He steadied his plate and coffee. You gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Well good morning to you too sweetheart." 

"Good morning baby. Here let me help you with that." You carefully took his plate from his hand, not grabbing for the coffee, knowing he wouldn't give that up at all. You set his plate down that was full of bacon, eggs, and a stack of pancakes. He sipped his coffee before pulling the chair out, sitting down. You were behind him, hands massaging his shoulders. 

"Oh that feels so good."

You sighed. "Good. Wouldn't want my brave, fearless, handsome fiancé to go through his day with a neckache."

He closed his eyes, his head leaning back. He opened his green orbs, looking at you. "I mean...you are pretty talented with your hands." He winked. 

Placing the palms of your hands on his cheeks, you bent down, kissing him softly. "Flatterer."

He watched you as you rounded the table to sit back down in your chair. You sighed again, hoping to gain his attention. It worked. He swallowed a bite of his pancakes, syrup dripping onto the plate. "How is the wedding planning coming?"

"It's hell. I have searched the web for literally everything and I can't decide on what to do. There's just so much to choose from."

"I thought Sam was helping you?"

"Pfft, yeah he was helping me...but if you haven't noticed...he isn't the groom."

You looked his straight in the eye, never breaking contact. He bit his lip, eyebrows raising, one finger directed at his chest. "Me?"

"No shit dumbass." You giggled.

"You know I'm not good with that stuff babe. I'm afraid I'll mess it all up." 

He picked up a piece of bacon, shoving the whole thing in his mouth. 

"It's your wedding too Dean. If you haven't realized, it's not just me who will be saying I do that day. I wish you would help me with this. I can't do it all on my own."

He finished the last egg on the plate before pushing it aside. He rose up, coming to sit down next to you. "Alright, I'm here. What can I do?"

You bounced with excitement. "Okay...so I was thinking that we could do a rustic themed wedding. It's so down to earth just like us. There is also a flannel theme we could try but I don't think you'd be into that. Then there is a country theme. Now, I know you aren't that big on country stuff but I thought maybe."