Dean x Reader One Shots

Pi Day is My Day (Fluff) (Imagine celebrating pi day)

Word Count: 1,978

That was it. You looked at your watch and smiled, knowing full well that the Winchesters were going to be up and about within the next half hour—it was only 5:30 in the morning, but they were never ones to sleep in. Throughout all your years with them, some things certainly didn't change.

You counted the pies that sat along the counters of the bunker kitchen and smiled to yourself; the trashcan was overflowing with empty whipped cream containers and you were certain you used enough pecans, berries, and apples to feed a small village, but satisfaction was what you felt rather than regret. You were, after all, about to go into your first celebratory pi day with the one and only Dean Winchester. If he was going to get pie, he was going to get pie.

You grabbed the pie tin from the counter that contained entirely whipped cream—you weren't about to waste a perfectly good pie on this—and, with a giant grin on your face, began walking toward Dean's room.

He was a light sleeper so you knew you had to be especially silent when creeping in, but once you closed the door behind you, you knew you were good as gold. He was still curled up in bed, all of the blankets wrapped around him (as always), so when set the pie tin on the table next to you and laid down next to him he hardly noticed; it wasn't until you put your arm over his back that he turned his head and looked at you, the sleepiness still evident in his eyes.

"Where were you?" He mumbled out before bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. "You got up at like midnight. I thought we were going to get a full night's sleep for once." He laughed as he said that last bit, obviously awake enough to realize how foolish he had been to truly believe you when you pitched the line the night before. Let's go to bed early tonight, you had told him, see what it's like to be a normal couple that gets a normal amount of sleep.

"Couldn't sleep," you whispered back before extending your neck and giving him a small peck on the lips. He smelled like sleep and you were sure that, had you given him a true kiss, he would have tasted like it as well, but you didn't mind. He was cute in the morning. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"Nah," Dean rolled onto his side so that he was facing you and wiggled some of the blankets out, un-burritoing himself in the process, only to wrap them around you and pull you into his little cocoon of warmth. "I fell asleep as soon as the door closed, hardly even remember it."

You curled up a bit, enjoying every second of the warmth that Dean's nearly-bare body provided; you pressed your toes to his shins in order to warm them and smiled when he didn't even flinch. Obviously used to it, he pulled you closer, slipping his arm under your head while sneaking his legs in between yours until the two of you were embarrassingly intertwined. The smell of Dean's comforter was quick to waft into your nose and you inhaled pretty heavily to pull even more of it into your nose; it smelled like sleep, there was no other way to describe it, and you wished you could sleep with that smell all the time—of course Dean was a major blanket hog, so the two of you needed to sleep with different comforters. Little sacrifices for a good night's sleep, you supposed.

"You smell like cinnamon," Dean mumbled, obviously still sleepy from the slurred quality of his words. "Have you been baking?"

"I snort cinnamon, I heard that's what all the cool humans are doing these days."

"You're so weird."

"But you're the one who fell in love with 'weird,' so really," you smiled and looked up at Dean, who only shook his head and poked your stomach. Ticklish, you recoiled slightly, laughter bubbling from your mouth, and the action resulted in Dean rolling over until he was on top of you, his hands on either side of you while he tickled, poked, prodded, sending you into a fit of mixed laughter and convulsions. One poke after another you felt his callused and rough fingers jab into your stomach, your sides, and finally you took your hands and grabbed his shoulders and, with a single mighty push, managed to flip him over until you were on top.