Dean x Reader One Shots

Impala Naps (Fluff) (Imagine falling asleep with Dean in the backseat)

Title: I Might Not Have You in a Bed But That Doesn't Mean We Can't Nap

Word Count: 1,168

"We're going to have to tell him."

"We'll get to it."

"Can it be soon?"

"Why?"

"Because I'd really like to be lying in a bed afterward instead of the back seat."

"Are you insulting my car?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" You lifted your head from Dean's arm and looked up at him, a small smirk on your face while you shook your head. "Of course not. I love this car." You set your head back down, wiggling a bit closer to him and wrapping your legs between each of his in order to keep from falling off the seat. You felt Dean's arm tighten around you, helping you close the small space between the two of you, and within seconds you felt every inch of his bare flesh against yours once again. "I just figure he probably knows already and it's a lot harder to fall off of a bed than it is to fall off of the backseat of a car."

Dean tightened the grip of his legs on yours and you felt him pull you even tighter against him, pressing your skin harder against his own; every part of you was already touching him, rubbing against him, the feel of skin on skin was on every part of you, but having Dean pull you closer made your stomach churn. There was something about him, something about the secretly brilliant and loyal man you were lying with that you couldn't get enough of. You could never be close enough, could never spend enough time with him, could never quite logically explain how such a goofy man could have such a ridiculously strong hold on you (physically and emotionally, you supposed). Never close enough. Never bare enough.

"We can tell him in a few days." Dean kissed the top of your head before relaxing his head once again. "Somehow I don't think he'll take it very well."

"He already knows, I'll bet."

"What makes you say that?"

You raised your eyebrows and moved away from Dean for a few seconds in order to look up at him, lock your eyes on his while you laughed softly. "Well you haven't been very sneaky about copping a feel or staring, you know."

Dean rolled his eyes and pulled your head back against his arm. "I don't stare, Y/N, I can control myself."

You chuckled. "I notice when you stare, you know that, right?"

"I don't stare."

"Okay," you rolled your eyes, your tone adopting an especially dubious quality. "Whatever you say, Bond."

Dean was silent a moment and you only stared at his chest, at the rising and falling while he breathed, felt his heartbeat against your own chest while the two of you laid there. After a bit of silence, during which you felt exhaustion begin to swoop in, Dean cleared his throat.

"Okay, is it really that obvious?"

"Well you're certainly worse at hiding this than you are at pretending to be a federal agent, if that's what you mean," you words were slurring together while the exhaustion you felt increased ten fold, your breathing began to slow, you muscles became heavy. "Don't be surprised if he already bought us an anniversary present or something."

"He's kind of a nerd," Dean paused a moment before scoffing, "That's definitely something he would do."

Silence. Your eyes are feeling especially heavy.

"Don't you think it might get awkward when the three of us hang out, then?"

You sniffled, clearing your throat in an attempt to wake yourself back up before asking, "Why would it be awkward?"

"Well he would know that we've seen each other naked."

"I'm fairly certain he already knows that, Dean."

Pause. "That's weird."

You chuckled to yourself, nuzzling your nose against Dean's arm while smirking, saying, "You're such a child sometimes. You act like it's such a surprise that two people that are in a relationship have sex."

"But he's my brother."

"That really doesn't hold any significance, you know."

"But what if we sleep in the same bed while in the same room as him."

"Then I guess our cover will be blown and we'll each actually have to sleep in a bed rather than one of us crashing on the ground," you smirked, "Shame."

"What if he gets weird because this is one of the first relationships he knows I've had? I've got a ladies' man reputation to uphold."

"Dean," you pulled back, eyebrows raised and voice slurred from the sleepiness while you stared into his eyes, at the clearly nervous expression that was evident on his face. "He knows. Stop worrying, nothing is going to be new to him."

"Are you sure?"

You rolled your eyes and planted a single kiss on Dean's lips, a small peck that was enough to shut him up until you put your head back down, felt another wave of exhaustion pass through you. "I'm positive. You have nothing to be worried about, Sam is going to be fine."

"I don't know, what if he tries to make a move on my lover?"

"Why," you rolled your eyes, "Why would he make a move on me after he knows that we're together?" A moment of silence passed and your eyes shot open, you pushed yourself away from Dean for a second in order to lock your eyes onto his. "Wait, you are referring to me as your lover, right?"

Dean smirked and kissed you, a small laugh escaping his lips before he nudged your head back down. "No one else is worthy of my love, you don't need to worry about competition."

"Modest," you mumbled, your eyebrows rising a moment before you felt Dean pull you even closer to him, nuzzle his cheek against your forehead. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

"That's some strong sarcasm, I'll try not to be offended."

"Shut up and go to sleep, Dean."

He chuckled, his fingers running across your back softly enough that you felt your hairs stand on edge, felt the roughness of his skin rub against your flesh to send your senses into overdrive. Shivers ran up your spine and you shook, your chest rubbing against Dean's in the process and earning yourself another dirty laugh from the eldest Winchester.

"We'll tell him tomorrow."

"Great," your word was long, held out, your voice monotonous while you struggled to stay awake long enough to speak. "Then we can actually sleep in a bed, right?"

"If that's what you want, your majesty," the smile on Dean's face was evident in his tone and you smirked at his sarcasm, at the obvious playfulness he held while speaking. "Tomorrow we will rest like royalty."

"Perfect," you sighed, felt your muscles relax, and within seconds you noticed that Dean, too, began breathing heavier. His arm went lax, his head fell against yours and the two of you slept, not even worried about what passersby might look into the windows of the Impala to see two naked bodies mingled in the backseat.