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

Stupid Cupid

Warnings: language, name calling, kissing, implied smut (established friends with benefits relationship), fluff

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"Stupid, Cupid." Said Dean, walking into the motel room, stripping off his soaked jacket and throwing it onto the chair.

"What are you muttering over there, sourpuss?" You asked, pulling off your wet clothes since you guys had gotten caught in the rain chasing down the monster of the week.

Which turned out not to be the cupid you ran into, who of course Dean just had to go and make friends with. He wasn't a fan and he made sure to tell you that every two minutes on the ride to the motel.

There wasn't much privacy in the room to begin with and since the two of you had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on for a while now, you didn't care to cover up. You'd certainly seen it all and so had Dean.

"Nothing, sweetheart." He brushed you off, muttering under his breath, "...dumb, giant baby."

With Valentine's day fast approaching, Sam took some time off to go who knows where, doing who knows what with Eileen. Leaving you to deal with one very grumpy Dean. He'd been in a mood since the start of the case and there'd been nothing you could do to snap him out of it. And you tried everything, until you'd finally had enough of his attitude.

"That's it! What is wrong with you, De?" You snapped, tossing your wet shirt at him, leaving you in your bra and jeans. It hit him in the face with a satisfying slap sound and you giggled at the face he made.

"I'm not even talking to you, nosy parker." He stated, his eyes lingering a little too long on your chest to just be friends and he muttered again, "...frigging, wingless diaper muncher."

"You're obviously not talking to anyone else, old man." You bickered, putting your hands on your hips and staring at him.

"Don't start with me, sunshine- And you're not a hell of a lot younger than me so I'd watch it, dollface." He said, pulling off his wet shirts and tossing them in the pile on the ground with yours.

It was your turn to cast him a lingering glance. He was the perfect combination of soft and muscular and you bit your lip trying to trap a sigh. Your cheeks heating up too quickly, but he didn't notice, too busy trying to hide his own growing feelings for you.

"I know but you get so angry when I call you a geezer. It's adorable." You smirked, you didn't know why but you always loved teasing him when he was already annoyed.

"And you think that's funny, little girl?" He asked with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Uh-huh, plus I think you're kinda cute when you're all flustered, tough guy." You chuckled.

"I'm not the one who's redder than a tomato right now, jiggles." He pointed out, finally noticing the hue in your cheeks.

"Whatever, nipple sucker."

"Hey. You like it when I do that, pumpkin." He said matter-of-factly, his tongue peeking between his lips as he grinned at you and tilted his head.

"That was one time-"

"And every other time after that-"

"Shut up or it's never happening again, dork." You threatened, feeling even hotter than before.

"I can hold out a lot longer than you can, sweetness." He bet, sliding his jeans down his thick thighs, leaving him in just his fitted red boxers. The ones with the little black hearts that you'd gotten him. He watched you squirm and bite the inside of your cheek as you filled with need. "Tough noogies, kitten."

"Tease." You called him.

"Brat."

"Jerk."

"Ass-butt."

"Watch it, Dean, your Cas is showing... Hoser." You muttered.

"Excuse me, peanut, what did you just call me?"

"...Honey."

"That's not what you said, darling." He shook his head.

"How would you know, weirdo? You've been ignoring me all night; muttering insults every time you think I'm not listening, dick." You cursed, finally calling him out on it.

"Not everything's about you, cupcake." He shook his head.

"Sure it's not, babe." You rolled your eyes, if it hadn't been something you'd done, it had to be about you. Otherwise, you would've gotten it out of him by now, you always did. Sam called it your superpower. "You know I'll get it out of you sooner or later, buddy, and I'd rather not do this all night. I've got other plans in store for you, big guy."

"If you must know, princess, that damn cupid jabbed me with an arrow before he disappeared. So I'm not really in the mood for your teasing. Alright, buttercup?" Dean explained dryly.

"Alright... Why aren't you with your soulmate then, Casanova?" You continued to tease ever so slightly.

"The butthead didn't mark her. Said something about karma- I don't know, he was still pissed that I punched in the face, the cry-baby." Dean rolled his eyes, he never liked cupids, especially when they greeted him with a hug in their birthday suit no less.

"Oh... Are you sure about that, handsome? I mean, how do you even know who she is?" You asked, chewing on the edge of your thumbnail.

"Trust me, beautiful, I know. I felt it before he even touched me, it's just more... intense now." He said, his emerald eyes searching yours for something.

"So what are you gonna do about it, Romeo?" You egged him on, knowing exactly how he was feeling.

"Not much I can do, sugarplum." Dean breathed with sad eyes, avoiding your gaze.

"You sure about that, stud muffin?" You asked, scrunching up your forehead.

"Yeah..." He sighed.

"Yeah?" You questioned, squinting up at him and grinning like an idiot.

"Uh- what are you getting at, chipmunk?" He replied, mirroring your grin after a moment.

"He marked me too, squirrel." You admitted, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth and letting it go slowly.

"When?!"

"While you were renting the room, dumby. Cupids don't mess around with true love, love-bug." You said, noticing a look of relief in his bright eyes, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. "So, good-looking, you like me, eh?" You asked, wetting your lips in antici... -pation.

"Cuddle bug, you have no idea." He breathed, closing the distance between you far too slowly for your liking.

"Why don't you show me, squishy." You pulled him down by the back of his neck and into a needy kiss.

His lips slipping between yours as he struggled to keep up, still shocked that you were actually meant for him this whole time. He loved the idea of that, belonging to each other after craving all of you for so long. You were written in the stars together.

"Pretty girl, wait." He panted, breaking the kiss but staying close enough to feel your moist breath on his skin. He was having second thoughts already 'cuz let's face it, it's Dean; he never thinks he's good enough even when he most definitely is. "Maybe we should call Cas, maybe he can reverse this."

"Is that even what you want, doofus?" You pleaded, just wanting to keep on kissing him.

"No, Y/N/N. Of course I want you, angel." But he had to ask one last time. "You sure you want me for keeps, baby girl?"

"Shut up and kiss me, tiger." You moaned, pulling him down to meet your lips again, letting out a small squeak when he nibbled on your bottom lip and unhooked your bra.