SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)

You Can't Sleep, So You Wake Up Dean

Dean's hand slid down your arm and slipped around your waist. You could feel his chest rise and fall against your back and his even breaths tickle your shoulder, his face nuzzled into your hair and neck. You wiggled, trying to get more comfortable and pushed your bum back, bumping into his hips.

His arm tensed and he hugged you tighter, "Go to sleep," he said and kissed your ear.

"Can't," you whispered and sighed.

His thumb rubbed over the skin of your stomach, "Hm, why is it that when I can sleep you can't and when you can, I can't?"

"I dunno, a sandman's idea of a bad joke. Have you pissed off any of those lately?" You were only half-kidding, you had never run into a sandman in all your years of hunting but Dean was notorious for making friends in high places.

"Don't think so," he pressed a kiss to your neck but left lips flush against your skin, "You did have that cappuccino with Sam earlier."

"Shit. That's it, stupid caffeine."

"Stupid Sam."

The drag of his lips on your skin only woke you up more. You pushed back into his hips again and hooked your foot back around his leg. His hand came to life on your stomach and started feeling every inch of you clumsily as he peppered lazy kisses to your neck and shoulder. You pulled his knee forward with your foot so that his leg slotted between yours and you could feel more of his weight on your back. His hand found your cheek and turned your head to meet a slow kiss.

His lips connecting with the edge of your mouth, "Smart Sam," he corrected himself. He started pushing up your nightie and groaned. "I think I used to get more sleep without you in my bed."

"I can sleep on the couch," you pushed his hand away and started to crawl out of bed.

He grabbed your thigh and pulled you back to him, "Nice try, sweetheart."

"You're the one who said you slept better before." You giggled and rolled over beneath him. "I remember a time, not so long ago, you couldn't sleep without me."

"That's before I could do this," he captured your lips with his again, more awake now to add some heat to the kiss. "I don't need to sleep because I don't need to dream about doing that anymore."

"You've dreamt about me?" You asked, feeling Dean rest his weight on you, his hand playing in your hair, brushing it out of your face and twirling strands around his fingers.

"Every-damn-night since I met you." He gazed into your eyes even though it was a little dark in the room for him to see much of anything.

You slid your arms around his neck, "What was I doing in these dreams?"

"Something along the lines of this," he circled you in his arms and rolled over onto his back with you now on top of him.

You laughed, "You can't be that lazy."

"You're the one with the caffeine pumping through your veins." He smirked and patted your bum. "Gotta work it off somehow." He pulled you down and kissed your pout, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, too."