SPN One Shots... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice (AU)

Warnings: implied smut, language, fluff

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"Please tell me you're not actually gonna buy that," chuckled a man with a deep voice from behind you as you picked up a bottle of pumpkin spiced wine.

"I was planning on it," you shrugged, creasing your forehead, "you one of those pumpkin spice haters?"

"No, it's just that's terrible... this one's much better," he smiled, picking up the bottle next to it and handing it to you. "My sister made me try them last weekend in preparation for her yearly fall themed party. She's kinda obsessed with the season."

"Oh, um... I guess I'll get this one then, thanks."

"What's the occasion? If you don't mind me asking," he said, raising his brows and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth nervously.

"S'my birthday, thought I'd celebrate a little. Fall theme and all," you smiled, putting the bottle in your cart next to a pumpkin pie and a box of Halloween candy.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart."

"Thanks."

"You alone tonight?" He asked sheepishly.

"I don't think that's any of your business," you said defensively, suddenly aware you were talking to a complete stranger. An attractive stranger with bright green eyes and freckles, but a stranger nonetheless.

"Right, sorry, I just... I meant," he sighed, scrubbing his scruff with his palm, looking at his shoes before meeting your gaze again. "Do you maybe wanna grab a bite? My treat."

"Umm, I don't know. You're not some sort of creep are you?"

"God, I hope not. But if I turn out to be then at least you get a free meal and company for your birthday," he chuckled dryly.

"Good point..." you giggled, "sure, why not."

"Excellent, how about I meet you at Benny's at eight?" He smirked and you nodded.

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"Thanks for dinner, Dean." You said, leaving the restaurant later that night. Having had a much better time than you thought you would've with your family being out of town for your birthday.

"So, did I make the cut? Not as creepy as you thought, right." He teased, bumping into your shoulder as he walked you to your car.

"Right," you nodded, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn't see you blush.

"Sweetheart," Dean said, when you got to your car, "would you have any interest in accompanying me to my sister's party this weekend?"

"I'd love to."

"Great, I'll pick you up. Saturday, at six o'clock." He said, worrying his lip as he ducked down and pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday again, Y/N. I hope you had a good time tonight."

"Actually, I really did."

"Oh and it's a costume party, so maybe we could coordinate or something," he shrugged, "I don't usually dress up, but since I have a date this time-"

"Date," you repeated, raising a brow at him.

"Uh-huh, definitely a date, Y/L/N. If that's okay with you," he smirked.

"More than okay."

"So, I'll see you Saturday then," he said and you nodded. He backed away, turning on his heels and nearly tripping himself over.

"Easy there, tiger," you said, grabbing his arms and helping to steady him. "Are you blushing?"

"Nu-uh, course not. I'll call later about the costumes," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.