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dean winchester x fem reader - blackout (f)

"holy fuck- dean!" you laugh, assisting him through the doorway to the bunker, trying not to stumble too much as you both walk over to and collapse on dean's bed.

he chuckles, a drunken grin on his face as he stretched out across his bed. "c'mon." he laughs, a flirty expression on his face as he opens his arms up for you. you, in your heavily drunken state, fall on top of him, and both of you cuddle into the mattress. with lots of laughter and impish grins.

sam will definitely come home to a surprise.

you'd both, accidentally, gotten drunk at a local bar while you were supposed to be gathering info on a local hunt. while this was typical behavior for dean, it's certainly not for you. what's brought upon this behavior?

maybe it's how lovable you find dean. enticing. clever. mischievous. overall adorable, honestly. that's probably why you let him lead you into this. this being: getting drunk, and waking up the next morning undressed in dean's bed. what... the hell?

you wake up in the morning, a frown from your immediate discomfort from an immense headache. you rub your temples, slowly trying to sit up. you reach for your phone on your bedside table, only to see it's not there. you open your eyes, confused, only for them to widen in shock when you realize your bedside table isn't even there.

you look around the room, recognition dawning on your face as you seem to figure out you're not in your room. slowly, you look down, groaning when you realize you have no clothes on. you bring up your hands and facepalm, internally questioning what the hell happened last night.

you remove your hands and slowly look to your left, only to find dean shirtless, his lower half hidden under the covers, and still asleep. you shake your head, trying to grasp any memories whatsoever at what you two did. to be honest, it's pretty obvious.

you just didn't know if you wanted to believe it.

sure- you wouldn't mind spending a rather passionate night with dean, but drunk? no recollection? you groan again, sitting up and wrapping a bedsheet around yourself. you walk out of dean's room, having to do so slowly to walk properly. your legs are a bit weak, but you're careful not to wake him up, and slowly walk into the nearest bathroom. you inspect your neck in the mirror, your eyebrows raising at the sight of hickeys.

hot damn, dean. you think, someone got excited.

you turn around to leave the bathroom, bedsheet still secured tightly around you, only to nearly crash into Sam. his eyes widen at the sight of you, but his shock quickly turns into confusion. he tilts his head, and cocks and eyebrow.

"i take it... you had a good night?"

he keeps his eyes strictly on yours, which you chuckle at. you nod after a bit, an amused smirk finding it's way to your lips. "yeah, sad thing is i don't remember a single damn moment."

sam raises his eyebrows at your confession, and can't help but laugh a little. he moves to the side so you can pass him, noticing the slight stumble in your steps, which you try to hide. he walks behind you, keeping his eyes forward and not on you.

"who's the lucky guy?" he laughs again, shaking his head as you both make your way into the kitchen of the bunker. you smirk, unable to hold it back although you're not all that happy with your predicament. you turn to him, holding your bedsheet with one hand and taking some cereal down from the cabinets with the other. sam takes out a water bottle and unscrews it, drinking while waiting for your answer. you chuckle, "your brother."

sam turns his head away, choking slightly on his water. he sets his drink down and wipes it from his mouth, turning back to you with wide eyes. "really? oh, wow. i'm surprised."

you laugh, and pour yourself a bowl of Fruit Loops. you raise your eyebrows playfully, a similar and mildly amused grin on your face. "yeah, believe me, i wouldn't of expected it either." you shrug, pouring some milk into your cereal and setting it onto the counter with a spoon. your grin becomes lopsided and amused.

"i don't remember a thing, but i'm sure it was good."

you laugh, and gesture to the hickeys on your neck as you take a bite of Fruit Loops. sam's eyes widen a bit at that, and he looks away, chuckling awkwardly. he mumbles, "damn, dean..."

"huh?" dean yawns, walking into the room, dressed a blanket around his waist. he blinks his eyes opened tiredly, not yet noticing you. he asks sam, genuinely but with a small grin. "what'd i do?"

you can't help but grin at his word choice, chuckling as you grab your cereal and lean against the counter behind you, still sporting your lone bedsheet. "not what, who." you roll your eyes teasingly, and lift a spoonful of Fruit Loops into your mouth.

sam chuckles, while dean's eyes widen at your words. his face flushes at the sight of you in a bedsheet, which he can't help but wonder what's under it. he stammers, "you- you mean-" he blinks, his lips parting in surprise. "holy shit."

he reaches up and rubs his forehead, trying to process the information. you continue eating your cereal as you watch him, and he peeks sheepishly at you between his fingers.

"..i'm sorry..." he still sounds a little tired, but also genuine when he apologizes. you shrug at his apology, and turn around to reach in a cabinet and take out a bottle ibuprofen. you shake some out for yourself, and then hold it out for dean to take.

"i don't really mind. it was probably good." you wink playfully with an equal grin, taking your ibuprofen with another bite of Fruit Loops. he pauses, dropping his hand and looking you with some surprise. after a moment, he winks back, that signature teasing and charming grin forming on his lips.

"yeah, you're right." he turns his back, pointing to long scratch marks that span from in between his shoulder blades down to his lower back. you whistle, a little concerned. you laugh lightly, taking another bite of cereal and setting down the ibuprofen for him to take later. "my bad."

sam rolls his eyes as he watches your interaction with his brother, quietly munching on his own bowl of lucky charms. dean walks over and takes one of the marshmallows, causing sam to open his mouth to object but just rolling his eyes in defeat instead. none of the three of you have realized fully that you and dean were both practically half-naked, but none of you seemed to mind anyway.

dean smirks slyly at your small apology, though, and chuckles. "not bad at all, i'm sure."

you roll your eyes, as you all often do, grinning back as you finish off your breakfast and walk over to set it in the sink. dean watches as you do so, eventually remembering your not in real clothes. and, soon, you're gonna have to take off that sheet to return it.

he smirks wider at his realization, an undeniable mischievous hint to it. you turn back to him, leaning against the counter with your signature playful grin. you cock an eyebrow, "what? i got somethin' on my face?"

you ask with a light laugh, and dean shakes his head with a small chuckle. "nah," he winks, "you don't happen to have any memories of last night, do ya?"

you shake your head to his question, watching as he walks over to take some of the ibuprofen you left out for him. you hum slightly, licking your lips at the sight of his abs. you try to redirect your gaze, only to start staring at his biceps. damn, are his biceps nice. slowly, you meet his eyes again, only to see him already looking at you with a smug smirk.

he raises an eyebrow amusedly, about to comment when you cut him off with the sight of you flicking him off. you roll your eyes, your insulting gesture playful as always, and walk out of the kitchen to go get dressed. dean watches your hips sway as you walk away, and stammers embarrassedly when sam tries to get his attention.

well, you might've been blackout drunk at the time, but you're certainly gonna have some entertaining sober times after this experience.