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

Christmas On Parole (AU, Ex-con!Dean)

Warnings: language, accidental groping, talks of sex and loss of virginity, implied future smut, mentions of incarceration/death/abandonment, pining, kissing/cuddling, fluff

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"Dude, hands off breasts. Hands off breasts! Come on." You squealed, squirming in your neighbour's arms until he dropped you awkwardly onto your feet and you twisted away from him.

"Sorry, I was trying to stop you from breaking your neck." He explained, raising his hands and rolling his bright green eyes when you glared hard at him.

"I was fine until you grabbed me!" You snapped, you had been stringing up Christmas lights on the eavestroughs of your parents' house when your footing slipped, though you insisted you could've caught yourself. Which probably wasn't entirely true, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"You were literally falling backwards off of a ten foot ladder. Didn't anybody ever tell you that the top rung is not a step." He argued, gesturing towards the ladder which now laid on the ground buried in a thin layer of snow next to the house.

"I don't need your help, Dean." You scowled, shaking your head and fixing your clothes.

"You need some kinda help." He murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Excuse me."

"You're excused. Don't expect me to save you next time." He said, rolling back on his heels and turning away from you, heading back towards his house.

"You didn't save me this time!" You shouted after him in an annoyed huff. "Jerk," you cursed under your breath.

You and Dean had grown up together. You spent countless days over at his house playing video games and pranking his younger brother, Sam, who wasn't much younger than yourself. You were as thick as thieves and that didn't change when you got older, it just developed into something more. At least, you thought your relationship was something more than friends. You missed those days.

Yet you hadn't seen this guy in nearly ten years, then all of a sudden he shows up two weeks before Christmas and starts making all sorts of excuses just to come over and talk to you. You were getting fed up with it. Not because you didn't like him, you would always have a thing for Dean Winchester, but his clear and utter denial of acknowledging your history together pissed you off royally. He acted like it didn't even happen. Like he didn't just up and disappear without a word.

You picked up the ladder and leaned it back against the roof so you could finish putting up the rest of the lights. But you didn't make it past the first step when you heard Dean's voice booming behind you again.

"You know what?! I am so done with your bullshit! Why do you hate me so much?!"

"You really don't know?" You asked, facing him with a raise of your eyebrows.

"Enlighten me, sweetheart." He said with a dry smirk, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

His frame was much larger than the last time you'd seen him. He was muscular and his shoulders and biceps were huge, no wonder he was able to catch you with ease. His brow was furrowed like you remembered he did when he was stressed over something.

"New Year's Eve, ten years ago. I was home from college for Christmas break and... You really don't remember, do you? Typical." You shook your head, chuckling dryly. That was the event you narrowed it down to, the reason why you decided to fall out of love with your best friend.

"You're mad at me for something I did ten years ago?" He rolled his eyes again and dropped his hands to slap against his thighs.

"I guess I shouldn't expect you to remember, it wasn't your first time." You mocked his eye roll and tilted your head.