Dean x Reader One Shots

Speed Reading (Fluff) (Imagine Dean asking you to come back to bed)

Summary: Imagine Dean asking you to come back to bed.

Word Count: 1,829

You'd been reading for around an hour when he finally woke up; you were surprised, in all honesty, he was usually such a light sleeper. But no, you'd managed to untangle yourself from him, roll out of bed, walk into the library and pick out a book, then come back into his room (significantly warmer than the library since he got the space heater) and collapse onto the ground, small penlight in hand while you read through some lore.

You were leaning against the wall, your back pressed hard against it, and you felt the coolness even through the sweatshirt you threw on prior to heading into the library. Knees tucked up and penlight pressed hard against the book, your eyes glided from page to page, your ability to speed-read especially handy since this case had everyone stumped and there were so many books to go through. It must have been somewhere around three in the morning when you left the room so it wasn't much of a surprise that both of the Winchesters were still sleeping; Dean's breathing was still heavy as you got to the last page of the second book you'd started since waking, you could still hear the way his breathing caught as he inhaled, could see the blankets rise and fall through the shadows, and while you were on the opposite side of the bed than the one he was laying on, you could imagine his face while he slept.

Peaceful, for once. His eyebrows likely weren't tensed, the muscles around his lips weren't about to cramp up from frustrated stiffness they always held, you were sure that even his eyes would have a softer look to them if they were open.

But, alas, they were closed. One mystery the world might never know.

You were just closing the book when you heard him roll over, noticed his breathing become softer and knew, without a doubt, that the beast had awoken. When you looked up at the bed to see one of his arms hanging over the side toward you while his chin was resting on the edge, his sleepy eyes fixed on yours, you smirked.

"What are you doing?" His voice was still crackly from sleep and the fact that the edge of the bed was on his throat and voice box didn't do much to help, but it was adorable either way. His bedhead was like a crown through the shadows but when his head dropped to the side and his cheek pressed against the bed, the crown disappeared. Now all you could see was his arm hanging off the edge of the bed and a pair of raised eyebrows staring back at you. "It's the crack-ass of dawn, you're the one who wanted a normal night's sleep."

"I woke up early," you held up the book, now closed, and stood, turning to walk out the door and get another book from the library when you said, "There's a ton of research to do and the library is cold, so sorry if I woke you up."

"Where are you going, now?"

You stopped walking and turned back to him, a small smirk on your face. "Narnia." You held up the book. "I just finished the book, I'm going to go and get another one."

"Why?"

"Twenty questions?"

"Come back to bed," Dean held out the hand that was still on the bed and tapped the spot next to him, waited a bit when you didn't respond, then rolled over onto his back. "It's cold out there and I miss you."

"It's been like an hour since I got up and you were sleeping most of the time."

"I could tell you were gone."

You laughed when he said this, and even when you stopped the echo of a smile from the laughter still hung on your face; Dean was smiling, too, he must have known what a little shit he was being, so when you took a step closer to him with raised eyebrows, he closed his mouth and smiled without showing teeth.