Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Safe Haven (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: minor angst, mostly fluff, implied smut at the end

Summary: You and Dean are each other's safe space. You go to him whenever you have a bad hunt, and he goes to you whenever life is pushing down on him too much. When Dean comes back from a hunt with a woman, your mind spirals with the possibility of him finding comfort in someone else. You do something rash, and he decides to teach you a lesson in why you should never do that.

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This day could not get worse. Since leaving your house, your coffee spilled everywhere on the passenger seat and floor, you almost got into an accident when some asshat decided to cut you off, you were late to a meeting because someone changed the time and didn't tell you, and you got yelled at by your boss for something that wasn't even your fault.

All you want to do is cry with a stiff drink in your hand.

The only thing that will make you feel better is seeing your best friend. He makes everything so much better. It doesn't matter what kind of day you're having; he lights up your world.

You pull up to the Bunker and notice the Impala outside, telling you that Dean is home. You barely have the car off before you run out and down the concrete steps to the front door. You knock a bunch of times and wait for him to open the door.

When he does, you fling yourself in his arms. He staggers back several feet but keeps you wrapped in his arms.

"Whoa, sweetheart, where's the fire? Are you okay?"

"I'm just having a bad day," you mumble into his neck.

Dean bends and scoops you in his arms, and you keep your arms locked around his neck. He passes by Sam in the library, who is reading some lore books. He carries you all the way to his room and lays you down on his bed.

"Would ice cream and movies be good right now?"

"Yes, please," you whisper.

His smile is dazzling. "Be right back."

Dean leaves empty-handed and returns with two big bowls of different kinds of ice cream. He gets comfortable underneath the sheets with you before turning on a streaming service.

"Wanna tell me what happened?" he asks.

"It was one shit after the other," you sigh. As you eat, you tell him what today consisted of. "The bitch didn't even tell me he switched the meeting time. Everyone looked at me like I killed their pet or something. I went up to the man afterwards and asked him why he didn't let me know, and he said the email must have gotten lost. But everyone else made it on time, so I know he was full of shit."

"That bitch."

"Right? Then my boss yelled at me because of something my coworker did a week ago. When I told him it wasn't me, he then turned that yelling into a lecture about why I shouldn't do what she did. I swear, that place is gonna give me a heart attack one day."

"Why don't you leave?"

"The money is way too good. I know I shouldn't stay at a job that sucks just because the money is good, but I'm making a huge dent in my student loans. I just need to stick it out another year."

"Well, any time you need to vent, you know where to find me."

"I do."

You eat another scoop of ice cream and stare at him. He is watching whatever movie is on, and the light shines in his green eyes. He does a double-take when he feels your eyes on him.