SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

A Power Outage With Dean (AU)

"Y/N?! Hurry up with the bucket would you!" Dean shouted up the basement steps. "It's filling up fast with all that rain we got today!"

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" You yelled back, getting to the top of the stairs and nearly tripping down them.

You had run out of gas for the generator and had been bailing water from the sump pit in the basement for a good hour or so now. The gas station nearby had been affected by the storm as well and the next one was a good half hour away. The basement would be flooded by time you'd get back and it was definitely more than a one person job.

"Easy, sweetheart." Dean caught you with an arm around your waist on the step, dropping his own bucket of water which splashed and spilt as it tumbled down the stairs. "Fuck. Well, that's great. Are you okay?"

"Ugh, this is a perfect ending to a perfect crap filled day." You huffed, rolling your eyes and panting. You were exhausted from running up and down the stairs for so long.

"Screw it, let it flood. Someone's gonna get hurt and I ain't ready to lose you, sweetheart." Dean stated, taking the bucket from you and tossing it down the stairs with a loud tumble.

"But De, this is our home." You whined, scrunching your forehead.

"Exactly and we have insurance that will cover any damage." He explained, trying to push you back up the stairs.

"Wait. Wait! Can we pick up some of the stuff first, so we don't lose everything?" You said, there were a few cardboard boxes on the cement floor that you wanted to save from any flooding.

"Fine, but no more bailing. Let's see what we can save, sweetheart." He agreed, nodding and holding onto you as you descended the staircase. You were known for tripping over your feet on even ground and Dean wasn't taking any chances since he knew the steps would be slippery now.

"There, I think that's all of 'em." You announced, lifting the last box off of the floor and setting it onto the metal shelf. The sump pit had already started overflowing and you could see it was bothering Dean too to let it go. "Come on, big guy." You tugged his shirt in your hand, dragging him up the stairs behind you. "I think I can find a way to distract us and stay warm."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at you at the top of the staircase. You nodded, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. "I can't possibly imagine what that might be."

You giggled when Dean grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulder. He found his way through the house using the flashlight on his phone and into the master bedroom. He tossed you onto your shared bed like a sack of potatoes, instantly hovering over you as you sucked in a breath. Dean leaned over to the night table and pulled out a candle, lighting it quickly before turning his attention back to you. You moaned when he kissed down your neck, cutting yourself off when you heard an odd sound.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Dean continued placing hot wet kisses on every inch of your exposed skin. Which wasn't much since you were both still completely clothed.

"I-I heard something... Shhh-" you shushed when the sound came again. "Someone's in the house."

"Y/N, all the doors and windows are locked." He said and you pushed him off of you when the bedroom door creaked open. Dean instinctively pulled you behind himself, blocking you from harm's way.

"Hey guys... I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Said the voice behind the flashlight you instantly recognized as belonging to Sam. "I thought you'd already left for your honeymoon, so I came by to check on the house when I heard about the storm warnings."

"Son of bitch, Sammy." Dean laughed half-heartedly, palming his scruff and letting out a breath he'd been holding in. "Please tell me you brought gas."