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

Spin Cycle

Warnings: language, blood, half naked in a laundromat, slightly creepy pizza guy, pining, kissing, mainly fluff

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"What's the chances this hick town actually had a twenty-four hour laundromat?" Dean chuckled lowly.

"Apparently pretty good," you said nonchalantly, pushing past him and into the laundromat, your duffle bag full of dirty clothes slung over your shoulder.

None of the machines were taken, which didn't surprise you. You didn't expect anybody else in the small town of Nowheresville, USA to be separating delicates and scrubbing stains at this hour. It was either really late or incredibly early, you couldn't decide which.

You lifted your bag on top of the washer and yawned into your palm, closing your eyes for a moment. What you wouldn't give for a hot shower and some comfort food, followed up with curling up in bed next to Dean. He was always so warm and most of the time he'd let you cuddle him without grumbling about it. But that only happened on the hunts where it was just you and him, like it was now. You still thought it was reckless just the two of you hunting a nest of vamps on your own, especially when it turned out to be a family of ghouls instead.

When it was the three of you, Dean usually made you share the bed with Sam. He was always trying to push you two together, though both you and Sam only saw each other as friends; good friends but still friends. And Sam didn't cuddle, sure there were spacing issues with motel beds being so small and Sam being a moose, but that was the extent of it. You never woke up as the little spoon in his arms like you often did with Dean. Hell, half of the time you were the big spoon and you'd wake up with his fingers laced with yours as he held your hand to his chest. The feel of his steady heartbeat always calmed you and lulled you back to sleep in those early morning hours.

The hunting life was hard and you weren't embarrassed to admit that you didn't like sleeping alone, even with someone in the bed next to you. At first, you didn't think Dean would understand but now you had your suspicions that he felt the same. And you weren't convinced that that was the extent of his feelings for you either.

"What's wrong?" Dean questioned, following you into the laundromat.

"Nothing," you shrugged, "why?"

"You were just staring off into space and you've been quiet since the state line." He explained, furrowing his eyebrows at you and you noticed the concern in his equally as tired eyes.

"Just tired, I guess... and hungry and sore." You complained, arching your spine to ease the pain in your lower back. Hunting was a game for the young, not that you were super old but you sure as hell felt like it right now. "And I desperately want to get out of these gross clothes."

"Me too," he said, sniffing his shirt and scrunching his nose. "How about I wrangle us up some grub and you can get started on filling up the machines?"

"I am not doing your laundry. No offence, Dean, but I can smell that bag of yours from here." You winced, waving your hand in front of your nose teasingly for emphasis.

"Says the one nearly covered head-to-toe in Ghoul goo." He smirked and chuckled when you frowned at him.

"Are you saying I smell, Winchester?" You asked with your hands on your hips.

The hunt had left you covered in blood when the last ghoul jumped you out of nowhere and pinned you to the floor. Dean had gotten angry and protective, making the kill unnecessarily messy. Luckily for him, gravity was in his favour and the blood only covered yourself. You were pretty grumpy after that, mainly annoyed with yourself that you'd gotten caught off guard and partially because Dean made you sit on a towel he stole from one of the many motels you stayed at to protect his Baby.