SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Dean Knowing How To Cure Your Insomnia

You couldn't sleep, again and there was only one person who could always help with that, "Dean." You tapped on his bedroom door as you pushed it open.

He was sprawled out on his bed, laying on his stomach, "Hey, Y/N."

"What are you doing?"

You lingered by the door. You didn't want to invite yourself in if he wasn't in the mood for company. But honestly you knew Dean would never turn you away.

"Watching reruns of Doctor Sexy M.D., they're airing all night. And pizza," he held a slice up from the box, "I ordered too much, want some?"

"Sure," you said, Dean scooting over and patting the side of his bed.

You padded over and sat down next to him, grabbing a slice of pizza for yourself. You picked off the pepperoni and handed it to Dean like you always did. Pepperoni was too strong for this time of night, but Dean had a stomach of steel and added them to his slice.

It was rerun after rerun of Doctor Sexy M.D., each showing you'd already seen five or ten times and you and Dean reenacted the lines before the characters on the show did. Laughing hysterically when Dean slipped up and got one of the lines wrong and he swatted you with a pillow, claiming you distracted him by making fart sounds. You were making fart sounds with your mouth against your elbow, but you only did it because you loved hearing him laugh.

"So..." Dean alluded, side-eyeing you when you settled down. "Still can't get any sleep, huh?"

Of course he knew, he always knew, "Mmm, not really. I just can't get sleepy." You rolled onto your back and glanced over at him propped up on his elbow.

"I've got an idea, come on." Dean said, hopping out of bed and grabbing your hand.

He pulled you up out of bed before you had a chance to object, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he chuckled, tugging you down the hall with him towards the garage.

"Wait, Dean, I'm in my pj's." You argued when he pushed you towards the Impala.

He smiled at you and playfully shoved you in the open door anyways. You landed on the bench-seat in a huff and he shut the door, joining you a moment later in the driver's seat. You glared at him.

"It's fine, nobody's gonna see you but me."

You rolled your eyes, "Ugh... Alright."

Dean drove you out to a field in the middle of nowhere. You had just started to nod off when he put the Impala in park and shut the engine. And now you were awake again.

He threw open his door and stepped out, leaning back inside when you didn't follow, "Come on."

"What are we doing?" You asked, settling into your spot next to him on the hood of the Impala.

He leaned back against the windshield and pointed up at the stars, "Look."

You laid down next to him and stared up at the sky. Stars twinkling and dancing against the endless backdrop of the universe. He didn't say a word, but shuffled closer and wrapped his arm around you.

"It's so pretty," you sighed and he agreed, kissing the top of your head.

A chill ran down your spine and Dean pulled you into his lap, rubbing his hands on your arms to warm you. You leaned your head back against his chest and gazed back at the stars.

"Do you know any constellations?" You asked, you were pretty sure you could pick out one or two.

"Mhm, there's Orion," he pointed to the southwest and you followed his finger with your eyes, "the Big Dipper," he pointed northeast, "Cassiopeia," he pointed north.

He pointed out a few more but you started to nod off again and shut your eyes. Your breath evening out until he was sure you were asleep.

"Works every time." Dean mumbled, resting his cheek against the crown of your head and shutting his eyes too. "Night, sweetheart."