Dean Winchester X Reader imagines/one-shots

Comfort

"Dean?" I call out, "Dean, where are you?" 

I find my boyfriend of 5 years passed out on the table a beer in hand. He had a particularly difficult hunt during the day, nothing beyond the usual, but once it all catches up he crashes. 

Its not the first time you've found Dean like this, drinking his sorrows away until he passes out.

I walk over to him bending down draping his arm over my shoulder, "Come on you big lug lets get you to bed, huh?" Dean slurs in response showing no other sign of life. 

After a painful 15 minutes of struggling to carry Dean's weight and cleaning him up I lay him to bed. 

I pull the duvet over and tuck Dean in like a child. I couldn't help but smile at his sleeping face, he so  looked small drowning in the covers  snoring lightly. Once I was satisfied with my work I turn off the side table lamp sneaking my way out of the room leaving the door cracked. 

I barely made it into the hall when I heard Dean call my name, I take a 180 back tracking to our room. 

"Yes Dean, you called?" 

I couldn't make out his words at first, deciding it was best to get at eye level with him I walk over to my side of the bed sitting down next to him. "Can you repeat that love, I didn't quite get it." I smile at him patiently. 

"Where were you going? What are you doing? You're supposed to be here with me." Dean whined. 

It was moments like this I cherish. The moments when Dean's boyish charm returns even just for a bit. I fall in love all over again. 

I chuckle at his words, "Well I was gonna go back to the library to help Sam research a case, but I think he can handle that. Afterall, like you said, I'm supposed to be here with you."

"Damn right." 

Before lifting the covers and sliding in next to Dean, I lean over to kiss his forehead. I felt the mattress shift as he scooted closer wrapping an arm around my waist. 

We lay in content our bodies intermingled, "Is this better, hon?"

I could feel Deans chest rumble as he hums a response. I knew by his lack of words that all was good. 

I take a deep breath, taking in the scent of whiskey and leather, letting my body drift off to sleep. 

Dean had done the same, taking comfort in the fact the woman he loves was in his arms.  If there was one thing Dean knew it was that you would always be there him in the deep end. And he would do the same for you. 

You both have had your fair share of good and bad days just as another hunter would. Even when the world looked bleak and life turned sour you had each other. 

It didn't matter the outcome of a hunt or the discourse that could ensue, because at the end of the day there was one thing the both of you could count on, and that was each others comfort. 

A/N: 

If you've made it this far congratulations! I know this imagine was short, but I felt the need to write something short and endearing. I'm very tired as I publish this, so sorry for any mistakes! 

Until next time! 

Wisteria