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

Meet The Parents

Warnings: language, drinking, sick!Dean, mentions of vomiting, overbearing parents, arguing, pinching, a little angst, kissing, fluff

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"What are you wearing?"

"Uh.. no good?" Dean questioned, smoothing out his red shirt. The one you'd always told him you loved him in.

"Um, I mean you look great but, are you sure you don't wanna wear green? It is St. Paddy's day and my mom can be a little aggressive about some traditions." You warned, gesturing towards the forest green top you'd finally decided on wearing after hemming-and-hawing for a half hour while Dean was in the shower.

"I was going to, but I got toothpaste on it so it's in the wash. This was all I had left." He shrugged.

"It's fine," you said after a moment of thought, "-it'll be fine. You're a guest, I'm sure she'll be on her best behaviour."

You were more trying to convince yourself than your boyfriend. Somehow, you seemed to be more anxious than he was.

"Y/N." Dean tried to draw your attention away from your worrying mind. It was the first time he was meeting your parents and you were a little nervous. "Sweetheart, they're gonna love me, okay? Don't worry, I'm gonna be my usual adorable, charming self and I won't mention that you're still hunting."

"Oh my gosh, why did you have to bring that up?! You know they would lose their shit if they knew I was still a hunter, not to mention dating one." You sucked in a deep breath, fanning yourself with your shirt to stave off the stress sweat; you didn't want to take another shower.

"Baby, calm down. I talk to your mom on the phone all the time, I'm telling you we have a good rapport and the hunting thing won't even come up." Dean promised, kissing your temple and rubbing your back.

"I'm not worried about you, De." You assured him, calming a bit when he tugged you into a hug and squeezed you in his arms. You loved the grounding feeling he gave you when he did that. "...My parents can be a little overbearing."

"Sweetheart, do you know who you're talking to? I'm the king of overbearing parents, I'm sure they're not as bad as you think." He insisted, kissing your cheek.

You turned your face into his and caught his lips with yours. Sighing when you pulled away and glanced up at his loving green eyes. He had no idea... but he was going to find out.

You stopped at the small grocery store near your parents' house to pick up an apple pie and a bottle of whiskey. Usually you would've gotten a bottle of wine for a dinner party, but it was St. Paddy's day after all.

"You must be Dean," your mother cheered, pulling him in for an awkward hug on the front porch. He jumped when she reached around and pinched his bum, nearly dropping the bottle of whiskey he held.

"Whoa!" He yelped in surprise and she released him with a laugh.

"Mom, seriously? I thought I asked you not to do that." You whined, glaring hard at her.

"Oh relax, Y/N, I was only teasing him. You should've told him to wear green, especially today." She said as if it was a right of passage to pinch someone not wearing green on St. Paddy's day.

"You could've warned me," Dean hissed at you when your mother walked ahead of you into the house and towards the kitchen where your father was preparing the meal.

"I told you to wear green and I texted her from the car, but she never listens." You explained, following after your mother, Dean tagging behind.

You placed the apple pie on the empty spot on the counter, making room for Dean to set the whiskey down as well. Your father setting the food to simmer before embracing you in a warm hug.