Supernatural fluff

Winchesters and Weighted blankets (Dean X reader fluff)

You always had wanted a weighted blanket, you had heard so much about them and while on the way back to the bunker after a hunt with your boyfriend and his brother, the Winchesters. you had stopped by a store. While in the store you spotted it, a dark grey 20 lb. weighted blanket

"Dean." he was an arm lengths away from you with his back turned, his mind adrift as he eyed a pie in the distance "Dean!" you said a little bit louder with a harsh tug on his jacket sleeve. He snapped out of his thoughts. "W-what!" he turned around to see what you were now pointing at. "Look!" He squinted, he face contorted in an attempt to understand what you meant. "Y/n.. that's a blanket" you looked at him hoping he would understand. "...Really?" you mutter at him. 

"wHaT-" he said looking at you with pure confusion. "its a blanket!" you shake your head slightly "well no shit Sherlock! its THE blanket" he blinked at you, his green eyes shifting from the blanket then back to you. "y/n just tell me! I'm tired of this guessing game." You sigh in defeat. 

"Dean, I've been talking to you about this for WEEKS!"  You said a little bit louder than you would've liked too, He cocked an eyebrow at you. As his younger and much taller brother rounded the corner You walked over to the blanket, picking it up. It was slightly heavier than expected. You made your way back to the Boys. "Here" you throw the blanket to Dean when you got close enough. He caught it, not expecting it to be heavy he almost dropped it. "Oh! oH! the weighted blankets." you shake your head in disapproval. "yah. You dingus." 

You eye the younger Winchester, his hands full with what you had initially come into the store for.

"Sammy. Did you get the pie?" Dean said with a grin

"and the booze?" you added

Sam sighed "you two are the most unhealthy people I have ever met."

You and Your boyfriend shared a spacy look "Sam, did you or did you not get the pie and booze" Dean said with a annoyed tone.

~Back at the bunker~

You rush into the bunker, not even waiting for the boys. You make a straight shot for your room to try out the blanket. The bunker though safe, filled with books and about anything a man (or woman) of letters could need. It was COLD.  You constantly stole Dean's jackets and flannels. Sometimes even Sam's just for the sake of staying warm. Many of nights, Dean had found you, curled up in a chair, blanket draped around your shoulders, head in a book, all of those nights. Without fail, that man who seemed to only care for Himself, his brother and whether or not he had pie had carried you to your room ,set you under the covers and kissed your forehead 'goodnight'

You struggle with the packaging for a moment before stretching the blanket out with some effort, you slither under nether the new blanket, it was warm and comfortable. You grabbed the lore book off of your night stand and begin to read. after a few moments, you can feeling your eyelids getting heavy. The weight of the blanket keeps you in one spot. You begin to drift into a peaceful slumber. 

You awake what seemed like seconds later, shrouded in darkness as the door to your room began to unlatch, you squint trying to find who or what was about to enter your room. Your mind not all back from the place you go when you sleep searched your night stand. The silver knife with which you had been searching for was now held in front of you as the door to your room crept open, letting in the bright golden light that lit the hallway. A familiar face poked into the room, his unmistakable jawline and flawless eyelashes batted at you. "woahh there tiger, lower your weapon, i mean you no harm" the voice of your boyfriend was a welcome sound, it rattled through your chest giving you butterflies. Dean gave you his signature smile as you shoved the blade back into the place you had found it 

"did I wake you darling?" he said taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you yawn, your eyes clouded over with the lingering effects of sleep. You fall back onto your pillow with a low grumble, you pull the blanket over your face. A deep rumble of a chuckle made its way up Dean's chest "i'll take that as a yes" he curled a finger around the blanket removing it from your face. He planted a small kiss on your forehead, a smile formed at the edges of your mouth. 

"mind if i join" he says already making a move to join you. You mumble a 'sure' and move over for him. Your boyfriend warmth was more than welcome "well son of a bitch," he muttered, you looked at him puzzled "this blanket is nice" he cocks a smile at you. You laugh "i toldd youuu" he rolled his eyes and pulled you closer. "shhhh, no time for right or wrongs." you try and respond but a finger meets your lips 

"shhhhhhhh" you giggle, he smiled as he ran his fingers down your eyelids to get your eyes to close.  you were tired, that you could not deny. You breathed in the smell of whiskey and cheap cologne. You made no attempt to stay awake, you were perfectly content. You were happy, laying in your room, under a weighted blanket, cuddled up to the man of your dreams. You drifted to sleep will out a care in the world.

(a/n) okay ngl, this was really fun to write. i have a small soft spot for Dean. I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it 

Your lovely Author ~ Kachan