Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<trouble in paradise> (cheating!dean x reader)

Summary: Things between you and Dean have gotten better. Hopes of a future together, children and all. All of those promises and hopes come crashing down when you witness Dean screwing some other girl in your shared motel room.

Your eyes flitted open and you lifted your head, brushing your hair out of view. The dim light of the lamp still managed to strike the pain of god into your eyes. You groaned, pulling the covers over your head and turning into Dean's chest.
"Ah, look who's finally up." Dean jokes, running his hand over the bare crest of your back. You hum, recalling last nights events.
"Yeah, well I was pretty exhausted." You giggle, sliding your hand over the grooves of his golden brown, muscled figure. He laughs and his muscles ripple. This man was built like a Greek god.
"Cmon, last night Sammy told me about a bartender who was sliced-n-diced after leaving with a new customer." Dean pats the top of your head before crawling around you and out of the bed. You turn to watch him, propping yourself up on your elbow, head in hand. You whistle, "like the view." You bite your lip as you stare at your boyfriends ass. He glared back at you and begins to get dressed. I mean, how could I not love it? It's so plump. He's got a hot tooshie.
"You two can get brushed up on the case and I'll make breakfast." You huff before slowly drawing away the blankets and climbing out of bed. You rub your eyes and lean down beside Dean as you pick out an outfit to wear. Dean leans down and pecks a soft kiss onto your cheek before walking out of the room.

You had finally finished cooking the boys and yourself breakfast. On the island laid a plate of sunny side up eggs, and another with toast, and one beside that with a heaping mountain of bacon. You fix yourself a little breakfast sandwich, carrying your plate with you as you leave the kitchen. Walking around the bend and into the map room, you look over to see the boys nose deep in their books with the laptop just between the two of them. You grin and walk over to Deans side, pulling up a chair to sit beside him. You rest your breakfast sandwich on the table and pull the laptop over. Dean attempts to casually pull a piece of bacon from your sandwich but you just as casually swat his hand away.
"Hey!" Dean puffs.
"I made all of us breakfast, get your own." You turn and smile at your boyfriend.
Dean huffs and looks up at Sammy who offers a half assed shrug. With a groan, the older Winchester gets up from his seat and saunters off, but of course, not without ruffling your freshly brushed hair. You glare at him as he walks away to the kitchen. With a sigh, you run your fingers through your hair and turn back to Sammy.
"So, what've we got?" You look at the younger Winchester, whom you thought of as almost a little brother. He looks up from his books, tapping on the pages.
"I think it might be a siren."
You just stare, slowly grabbing your sandwich and taking a bite. You wave your hand, setting the breakfast sandwich back onto your plate before swallowing.
"A what? A siren, I thought- don't they.. their like mermaids or something? Like, live in the sea?" You prop your head up on your hand, thinking about how the hell a siren was even around here.
"Well, not necessarily." Sam holds his finger up while his other hand skims through the pages. He finally lands on one, running his finger along the words before stopping.
"Ok, so. They can make themselves look like what someone's type would be, basically. The kind of person you like, they become." He grins before looking back up at you, like a dog waiting to be rewarded for a trick. You just grin.
"But," you begin, running a hand over your face, "you told Dean that they were torn up? So, it isn't a werewolf?" You blink, your brows furrowing with confusion.
"Not, well, maybe not." He shrugs, "I think they had them do it to themselves. With all of the vic's, none of their wounds reached as deep as they would if it were a werewolf attack. And, get this." He wiggled his finger in the air, "their hearts were in tact."
"So, I'm guessing, the sirens are trying to cover their steps by making the murders look like werewolf attacks?" You nearly scoff, "but, why wouldn't they make it more believable? I mean, they have to know that werewolves take the hearts right?"
Sam sighed.
"Yeah, that's what I don't get. Maybe their just being sloppy. Or-"
"Or they want us to find them. That's why their making it look like something, but leaving the important things out."
Sam just nods.
You sigh.
"Okay, you should go get some food before your brother eats it all." You chuckle before taking another bite from your sandwich.
"Your probably right." Sam laughs before setting his book aside and standing up. He snaps his fingers and jogs off toward the kitchen. You listen to his footsteps as he rounds the turn, but they come to a crisp stop. You furrow your brows and look up from your laptop, turning toward the direction of the kitchen.
"Dean!" Sam yells. You blink, a grin spreading across your face as he continues, "you ate all the bacon!" You just laugh and continue to look into the murders. After figuring you know enough, you shut the laptop. Sam walks in with only a single strip of bacon, a piece of toast, and two eggs.
"I'm sorry you didn't get any bacon, Sammy." You frown over at him. He huffs and walks over to the table, taking up his old seat. He grabs the bacon and holds up the singular strip.
"At least I got a piece." He smiled. You laughed, picking up your plate.
"Ima go eat with Dean." You smile over at him.
"Aww, you two are so cute." Sam wrinkles his nose and wiggled his head at you. You scoffed and took your plate with you out of the library and to the kitchen.
Sam had always taken such care of you, apart from Dean. He was the first you let know about your feelings for Dean, and he constantly tried to get you to admit how you felt to him before you got together. When you met the Winchesters, you were close with both of them, but you formed a very tight bond with Sam. You treated each other like siblings, and you goddamn near inseparable. He always fixed your wounds after hunts before his own. He made you food, joked around about you and his brother getting together. He told you he'd never seen Dean act the way he did around a girl the way he did with you. Ever since he said that you started to harbor feelings for the older brother. Eventually, Sam got you to admit your feelings for each other and has since become the biggest supporter of yours and Deans relationship. He helped you two through any fights, and stood up for you two when other hunters would say that relationships only made hunting more dangerous.
You walked into the kitchen where Dean was happily stuffing his face with the last of the bacon. You laughed and walked over, setting your plate down on the table beside him. He turned over at you, smiling, showing off the bacon bits in between his teeth.
"Ew, Dean." You laugh, holding a hand up to cover his mouth.
"Aw, cmon." He lowered your hand and leaned forward, trying to kiss you, "you looove it." He snickered. You yelped and pushed a hand on his face, pushing his head back.
"I'm not kissing you with a mouth full of bacon." You laughed, wiping your hand off on your shirt. He laughed as well, somehow managing to swallow the mass of bacon in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over his teeth and smiled at you.
"Better?" He nods with a smirk.
"Much." You smile, leaning forward to plant a kiss against his soft lips. His lips fall in sync with yours, his hand coming up to cup the side of your face. You pull away, smiling up at Dean. He grins ear to ear, leaning forward to peck the tip of your nose before turning to continue eating. You giggled and rubbed your nose before picking up your sandwich to finish eating. Dean tears off a corner of the toast to soak up the yolk that was running down the egg. He tapped it on the plate, as if holding back something. You set the last little piece of your sandwich down to look over at him. He was staring down at his plate with an almost sad look. You reach forward and rub a hand over his broad shoulders. He looks up at you, cracking a smile. He glanced as his plate and set the piece of toast down before swiveling on the seat to look at you.
"(Y/n)?" He blinks, reaching forward to grab your other hand. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles.
"Um.. yeah?" You respond, looking at Dean with a confused and almost worried expression.
"Do you ever think of.. I don't know. Having a family?" He glances down at your hands, biting the inside of his cheek.
You smiled, "I think about it a lot, actually. I just.. I don't know, how would we balance hunting and a family at the same time?" You sigh. He looks back up at you.
"I bet we could do it," he nods, his eyes scanning over your features, "I want do to it." He smiled.
You couldn't help the heat that rose up in your face, "if you think it's a good idea.. I'm all for it." You smile, nodding slowly.
Dean smiled, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes, "they'll have your eyes." He nodded before continuing, "I want a boy and a girl." He smiled.
"The boy should come first. I want him to be his sisters bodyguard. I'll teach him all the moves." He nodded strongly.
You laughed, your eyebrows lifting, "you already think of names?"
He leans his head side to side before turning back to his plate and releasing your hand, "maybe." He smiled down at the food as he picked up the piece of yolk soaked toast, "I want the boy to have a.. strong name. Like.. Arlo or.." he snaps, "Dean Jr." He smiles back at you before popping the toast into his mouth. You laugh and finish off your sandwich.
"And for the girl I was thinking," Dean looks up at the wall, searching for a name he think would suit his first daughter.
You look over at him, thinking for a moment before the perfect name pops into your head.
"Mary." You nod.
Dean looks over at you, blinking.
"From what you said about her, Dean, she was amazing. She was strong, independent, smart." You nod, looking back at your plate.
"I think Mary is the perfect name." Dean smiled, reaching a hand over to squeeze your knee. You turned your head to look over at him. His face is bright. He looked so excited.
"Hey, we should get going." Sam walks into the kitchen. You turn around to look at him, already packed up. You shake your head and stand up, "look at you, all prepared." You laugh. You can hear Dean get up beside you.
"I'll put the dishes away, you can go start getting ready." Dean leans forward to kiss your cheek. You smile over at him.
"Awwww." Sam cooed.
"Shut up, lanky." You glare as you walk past him and out of the kitchen. You skip down the halls, a new pep in your step after talking with Dean about the possibility of making your own little family. You've always dreamt about having kids, kicking back on a porch drinking lemonade while the youngins run around in the yard or play in a sprinkler. You walk up to the room you and Dean shared and flip the lights on, walking over to your dresser. You walk back to the bed and crouch down, reaching under it to pull out a duffel bag. You toss yours behind you and pull out Deans, setting it on the bed before standing up and grabbing yours off of the floor. You walked over to the dresser and set the bag down on top of it, starting to pack up some clothes. Dean walks in, jogging over to the bed to grab his bag. He walks over to you, coming up behind you. He drops his bag beside yours and wraps his arms around you, setting his chin on your shoulder. You smiled and stopped your packing for a moment. You leaned your head away to look at him. He smiles and lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning over to press his lips against yours. This kiss had something different about it, something deeper. It had the promise of a future. You smiled at the thought, and with a groan, pulled away. Dean jutted his bottom lip out and huffed.
"We have to pack." You laugh, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair. He groans and let's you go, stepping aside to grab his back and move to his dresser.
"But I want to get to baby making." He snickered, glancing over at you. You laughed and finished up packing your bag.
"Then we can get our own motel room." You wink and zip up your bag.
"Ooo, you'll be glad about that later." Dean smirks. You scoff and set your bag aside to get dressed. You jog over to the door and shut it before walking back to the dresser. You strip yourself of the baggy shirt you stole from Dean and the loose pair of pajama shorts.
"Oooo." Dean whistles, walking over. You lift a hand and shake a finger at him.
"Careful there, horn dog, we have to get going." You laugh before pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
Dean groans and lazily shuffles back to his dresser to start packing. You get dressed and tiptoe over to scoop out one of Deans flannels out of his drawer. He looks at you and shakes his head as you drop the duffel and slip the flannel on. You tap Deans shoulder. He glances down at you, smiling and leaning down for you to plant a kiss on his cheek. You smile and pull the duffel bag back over your shoulder before heading to the door.
"Hey-" Dean calls as you open the door. You look back as he grabs something off of the corner of the dresser, jingling as he tosses it over. You catch the keys.
"Thanks babe." You smile and open the door before walking out. You jog down the hall and meet up with Sammy in the map room. He looks over at you, smiling with an almost confused expression. You laugh, walking up to him.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" You blink, rubbing a hand over your lips, thinking maybe you had some egg yolk on the corner of your mouth or something.
"You seem.. up-ity." He says as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. You shrug and turn around as Dean walks up.
"Guess I'm just.. thinkin about the future." You smile as Dean walks over, leaning down to plant a kiss on your head.
"Got the keys? We're all ready to go?" Dean looks down at you and then to Sammy.
"Why does she always get to drive?" Sam huffs.
You turn around and jingle the keys in his face, "since I became his unofficial wife." You smile and jog over to the stairs.
You all walk up and out of the bunker, Sam taking the back seat and Dean taking the passenger seat after packing yours and his bags into the trunk. You wait for Dean to get settled in before turning baby on and pulling out.