Supernatural Oneshots:))

One night stand - Dean

A/n: This one's a little cliche, but I like the end a lot!! I think I'll be posting this weekend but I do have exams next week... But good news once summers here, lots more oneshots will be posted!!

Not fluff, not smut, just my usual
-not dating!!

I woke up feeling a little dizzy. There was a strong arm wrapped tightly around me, I took a deep breath through my nose to calm my nerves. I could smell brandy and cologne. Frantically, I looked around the room, and I reconized it instantly, Deans bedroom. I shimmed out of Deans protective hold of me, grabbing my clothes as fast as possible.

I hesitated as I reached for the doorhandle and glanced back at the man sleeping in the bed. Dean looked peaceful with the blankets drapped over him carelessly. A desperate part of me wanted to climb back into bed with him, feel his warmth against me again, but I knew it was a terrible idea. Dean was not the morning after kind of man, I knew about his past relationships or lack of them. I promised myself I wouldn't become one of those girls he just used for sex only to skip town the next day. I thought I was okay staying his friend like I have been for so many years, apparently hammered me, did not agree... I turned around and left the room, making sure to shut the door gently so he wouldn't wake up.

That was a week ago. We haven't talked since that night. I don't remember how we got into that mess, I only remember it being the best sex of my entire life. Every time I see him around the bunker, he doesn't look at me. He either walks past me to leave the room or completely ignores my existence. I want to talk to him I do, but I don't know what to say. Was he mad because we got drunk? Was he just feeling awkward about the situation? I have no idea.

"Hey, Y/n?" Sam's voice broke me from spiraling deep into my thoughts. "Yeah?" I questioned, looking around. I slumped my shoulders when I realized Dean was nowhere to be found. "Wanna go for a ride? Maybe pick up a few things?" He asked, worry laced his voice. "Sure," I nodded, "Anything to get out of this damn bunker." I mumbled. He looked at me curiously, "Cmon, let's go then," Sam said, turning around and heading towards the door. "Wait! Do you have the keys?" I called after him, he smiled at me, "Uhm, can you go get them?" "Sure!" I hurried into the kitchen where Dean kept keys hung on the wall but ran into someone. Shit. "Oh, um, sorry." I looked up at Dean, who gave me a dirty look before pushing past me. Ouch, that hurt. I decided to ignore the aching in my chest and looked for the keys quickly, I needed to get out of this bunker. It felt so cramped here, like the walls were slowly closing in on me. "Finally." I whispered to myself, holding up the keys to baby. I ran out of there as fast as possible and threw Sam the keys. He caught them easily.

The sweet hum of the impala relaxed my nerves. Thoughts of Dean ran through my mind, the look of hate that crossed his handsome face when he looked at me, making me feel sick. "Okay. That's it." Sam said sternly, I glanced at him a look of suprise on my face. He wasn't usually so forward, "What?" I played dumb. He gave me a knowing look. "What the hell is going on between you and Dean?" He asked, worry again filling his voice. "I don't know what you're talking about." I shrugged. "We both know that's bullshit, come on. Spill." Sam demanded. I sighed. There was no way I could tell him I slept with his brother... "I don't know, he's just being a dick." I lied, and he didn't buy it. "I know Dean can be a dick sometimes, but to you?" He let out an exasperated laugh, "There's no way. He'd have a reason."

I rolled my eyes. "Just, something happened between us, okay? And now he's mad at me,but I don't know why." I said, and my vision started to go a little blurry. Tears welled up in my eyes but didn't fall. I hated the feeling that someone was upset with me. It always made me a little emotional. "Well, what happened?" He asked as he parked the car outside the grocery store. "Nothing." I said quickly, a little too quickly. "Right." Sam rolled his eyes, "What did you guys kiss or something?" He grinned at me, and my eyes widened. "Wait, did you guys actually?" He blurted, astonished. "Uhm, something like that..." I muttered. And his jaw dropped, realizing what I was implying. He scoffed, "God, Y/n! I did NOT need to know that!" He laughed, and I buried my face in my hands from embarrassment. "We ere both drunk, it's not my fault!" I defended now trying not to laugh at the situation I was in. "Yeah, yeah!" He laughed with me. "But now, I don't know things are awkward, and he's mad at me." I mumbled, becoming serious. I needed Sam right now, I needed my best friend and his advice.

I couldn't stop picking at my nails the whole drive home. By the time Sam parked the car outside the bunker, my cuticles were bloody. It's a nervous habit. I took a deep breath before reaching for the door handle, "Wait!" Sam shouted, and I whipped around to look at him. "What?!" I snapped back. "Just a reminder, Dean, he's -" He trailed off, "he's what, Sam?" I waited expectantly, "He, Y/n he has had feelings for you for years. Don't fuck this up okay?" He said protectively, he couldn't bear to see Dean heartbroken, and both of us knew that. "I promise you, I won't." I smiled at him, "Stay here." I ordered before exiting the car.

When I entered the bunker it seemed eerily quiet, but I felt my breath hitch when I could hear Dean'sfaint footsteps. He was no doubt running off to hide in his room, he probably heard the bunker door shut. My feet felt heavier and heavier with every step closer to his bedroom door. I froze infront of it, anxiety coursing through my veins. It took all my strength to lift my fist and knock on his door. "Yeah?" I heard him call out from behind the door. "It's me!" I called back. There was no aswer for a few moments, "What?" He said, still hiding behind the safety of his door. "Just- Can I come in?" I asked, far softer than I meant to. i heard faint shuffling, then the door whipped open. "What do you want." He asked, now while he's looked down at me with those gorgeous green eyes I saw that it  wasn't hate looking down at me. It was simply hurt. I pushed pas him, shovinghis shoulder with mine. "Well just come right on in." He muttered rolling his eyes. "Don't be snarky with me Dean Winchester." I snapped at him, and his eyes widened. Dean crossed his arms, "Well go ahead why don't you?" he dared.

"About that night," I started, "We can just forget about it,it's fine Y/n." He cut me off hastily, "Can you let me finish for fuck sake!" I shouted at him, god how could he be so dense! He stared at me in silence, a bitchy look plastered on his cute ass face. "I'm sorry." I blurted softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Dean looked taken aback. "You're what?" He said confused as hell. I walked closer to him with caution, "I am so sorry Dean." Tears began to trickle my eyes. "The reason I left that morning was because I figured I was just another hook up to you..." I muttered, my voice becoming faint. I tilted my had down, staring at the floor. I was either going to be rejected or called stupid, or both. I felt a roug hand under my chin, Dean tilted my head back up to look at him. His eyes were full with admiration and pity, "Y/n, fuck no. Of course you're not just a hookup to me." His voice was far more soothing now. His thumb grazed my cheek, wiping away tears I hadn't even realized had fell. "I um," I couldn't think of anything to say. "Sam told me you might have had feelings for me for years?" I laughed trying to break the tenson, and Dean rolled his eyes playfully, "Bitch." He chuckled to himself.

"And how do you feel about that?" He asked, nervousness clear in his voice. "Pretty damn good." I saaid before smashing my lips onto his, we immediately found our rhythm. Our small makeout had an addicing pattern to it. He quickly slipped my shirt off grinning wildly, and then he ripped his own off. Our bodies connected quickly again, we flowed perfectly against one another. Dean broke the kiss trying to catch his breath, "You have no idea how relieved I am." He chuckled through his quickened breaths. "Oh shut up and kiss me harder." I demanded, the knots in my lower stomach becoming unbearable. I kissed him again, the feeling of his warm lips made my body shake, man I am glad I'm sober right now.