SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

An Eight Legged House Guest

"Hey, guys. Have either of you seen Bernerd?" You asked, hopping up the steps into the library. Sam and Dean looked up at you from where they sat at the table.

"Who the fuck is Bernard?" Dean asked with a frown.

"Ber-nerd. He's the grey spider that's been living in the corner above the front door." You explained, Sam stifling a laugh. He knew Dean was into you and he could see the way his brother tried to hide his relief at your explanation.

"Uh, don't you not like spiders, like, aren't you afraid of them?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows and setting his book down.

"Well, yeah, but we have an agreement." You shrugged, like you weren't some crazy lady who just admitted that she talked to arachnids. You figured you'd start to worry if they ever talked back.

"I'll bite, what did the spider promise you, sweetheart?" Dean smirked teasingly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"His name is Bernerd and our arrangement was that he can live in his corner so long as he doesn't move and I won't throw him out in the cold. Winter is coming, you know." You said with your hands on your hips.

"Are you worried about the spider now?" Dean asked, dumbfounded.

"Maybe a little, I mean he was totally getting evicted in the spring but I don't know, I kinda got used to him being there." You shrugged, you were a little nervous that one of the boys might've taken care of him, knowing that you didn't like spiders. "So, where is he?" You asked, twiddling the worn edges of your sweatshirt, it was a few sizes too big since you had stolen it from Dean on your last hunt together.

"I put the spider outside." Dean admitted.

"But he'll freeze!" You argued, he wasn't bothering you and you didn't have the heart to turn him into a popsicle.

"Y/N, it's a spider." Dean shook his head. "You're not gonna let this go are you?"

"No." You crossed your arms over your chest and stared him down.

"Fine," he sighed, rolling his eyes, "let's go find Bernard." Dean pushed himself up from his chair, glaring at Sam who was laughing hysterically at how easily his brother caved to your every whim. "What are you laughing at? Grab your coat, Samuel, we got a spider to find." Sam groaned, but followed the both of you outside.

"Y/N, I don't think we're going to be able to find him." Dean said after a good ten minutes of freezing his balls off for a damn spider.

"This is where you put him right?" Dean nodding and sighing for the umpteenth time, "then keep looking."

"Uh, guys. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but I think I found Bernerd." Sam said, waving you over to look at the spider he held in his hand.

"Oh my gosh, yes that's him!" You squealed when Sam tried to hand you the spider and hid behind Dean. "That's okay you can carry him."

"How do you even know that's him?" Dean questioned, trying to push you closer to Sam for a better look but you wiggled from his hold and held onto his waist tightly from behind.

"He's grey, besides how many other spiders could there be out here?" You said, peeking your head under Dean's arm to gesture towards the spider in Sam's hand.

"Uh, tons. We're outside, Y/N, that's where they live!" Dean laughed outright, his hand coming to rest on top of yours still clutching the jacket at his waist.

"Bernerd is the exception." You teased, craning your neck to look up at him and seeing his lips tug upwards.

"You're such a weirdo, sweetheart." He said affectionately and you let him turn in your arms.

"And you're just a big softy." You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Am not." Dean grinning down at you.

"Are to. You brought him outside instead of squishing him." You pulled him down to your level and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, his ears quickly turning red.

"You always get mad at me when I squish them." He stated, his eyes fixed on yours as he bit his lip.

"That still makes you a softy, just for a different reason." You chuckled, releasing him and following after Sam who had already made his way back inside with Bernerd.

"March twentieth, first day of spring, that eight-legged-freak is outta here. Not a day more!" Dean yelled as he waited a moment for his legs to start working again.

"There's my big-tough-softy." You taunted, twirling around to glance back at him.

"Shut up. And his name is Bernard, none of that Bernerd shit." He followed after you, locking up once he was inside.

"But I like Bernerd." You pouted, Sam settling the spider back into his corner before shaking his head at the two of you and making his way back to the library.

*

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Bernard?" Dean asked the grey spider as it crawled down the wall. "Y/N, it's time!"

"Just a couple more days, Dean, please?" You whined, clasping your hands together.

"It's April, sweetheart, it's warm enough outside, it's time. Don't you want him to find a mate and have lots of baby spiders, hm?" Dean smirked as you huffed, dropping your hands.

"Uh, not really." You squirmed at the thought of those nests of tiny spiders with easily a few hundred spider babies crawling around.

"He'll be happier out here and you know it. Besides, he starts running around the bunker, you're gonna start freaking out." He wasn't wrong.

"Fine." You rolled your eyes. You knew it was time to send Bernerd back into the wild, but you would be sad to see him go. "Want me to get Sam?" You asked, knowing Dean wasn't thrilled about spiders either.

"No, that's okay, I got him." He said, scooping the spider into a cup and carrying him outside.

"Our little boy is all grown up." You feigned wiping away a tear. Dean releasing the spider onto a tree he said would have the best chance for a mate. You thought he was full of crap, but you loved when he said stuff like that just to make you feel better.

"So, this is what an empty nest feels like." Dean sighed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Uh-huh," you nodded, leaning your head against his chest, staring longingly at the tree until you couldn't spot the spider anymore.

"I don't like it."

"Me either. Wanna go bug Sammy?" You smirked, looking up at him.

"You read my mind, sweetheart." Dean chuckled, racing you back inside.