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

Happy Hour (AU)

Warnings: drugged!reader, drugs, vomiting, implied/light smut, mature themes, kissing/cuddling, pining, language, mainly fluff, a little angst maybe

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You felt everything, the beat of your heart pumping in your chest and ears and throat. The tiny hairs on your arms prickling with the goosebumps crawling over your skin. The artificial street lights stinging your wide eyes and tunnelling through your head. Your breath on your lips was heavy and quick. The throbbing need between your legs running through the veins in your thighs.

Fuck.

You shouldn't have taken that 'Aspirin' from your 'friend' at the club. This felt more like a high, like you were flying and couldn't come down. You didn't know what you took. It definitely wasn't Aspirin though.

Your skin misted over with sweat and there was no way you could hide your high. Not with the long Uber ride back to your house for it to take hold of you completely.

Fucking hell. 

You paid the uber driver when he dropped you off. At least you thought you did because he drove away without a word and you stumbled up to your front door.

"Had a little much tonight?" Your nosy neighbour, Dean, asked from his front porch as you struggled to penetrate the lock with your key. You weren't holding a key you realized, or your purse and fished out the spare from the plant pot behind you. Trying again. "Here let me help." He jumped over the shared railing of your adjoined houses and slid his hand over yours.

Okay, maybe he wasn't nosy. He was interested, but you never gave him the time of day. For whatever reason you couldn't remember as you blinked up at him and leaned back against the door.

He chuckled and pressed his palm against your cheek. Your skin igniting in a searing flame hotter than an iron left in a fire pit. But it was an enjoyable heat. You closed your eyes, feeling all of him in that single touch.

Damn it, this was too intense.

You couldn't wrap your mind around any of it. Couldn't stop any of the feelings you were having. It was thrilling but scary. 

"Y/N," he sounded far away, "I can't open the door with you leaning on it."

"Hmm," you hummed, not hearing him and pressing your cheek further into his palm.

The heat of his body consumed you as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to lean on him instead. Your eyes were still closed and you teased your bottom lip, pressing your face into his neck and holding onto his shoulders for support.

You heard your door creak open on rusted hinges and Dean walked you inside. You couldn't let go. Your skin was on fire and you felt too much of him. You felt dizzy.

"Y/N," he murmured against your ear. His thick breath filled the shell of it and you moaned. Out loud. He chuckled. "I'm flattered but you are wasted. Holy shit, sweetheart, how much did you drink?"

"I don't feel so good," you said, hiding your face in his scruff and swallowing down the bile that started to rise.

"Bathroom?" He asked. 

You nodded and he lifted you into his arms.

Your legs locked around his waist causing a whole new sensation for you to be aware of. It felt good at first, but this was too much now. Your mind clouded and you clung to him tighter with a whimper. Your pulse pounding through every inch of you.

Dean grunted when you pulled his hair and you mumbled out a 'Sorry'. Your muscles shook and you were seconds from vomiting all over his back.

He dropped you to your feet and you spun around, landing on your knees in front of the toilet. Emptying the contents of your stomach into the porcelain bowl.