Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Fall in Love All Over Again (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: angst, fluff, talk of removal of ovaries because of cancer gene

Summary: Dean has been feeling like his marriage is slowly fizzling out. Not because he doesn't love you, he does, but because he can't be the man he knows you deserve. He had divorce papers drafted months ago, but he hasn't yet given them to you. The longer that time goes on, the more he rediscovers why he fell in love with you, and the more the thought of divorce gets pushed from his head. That is, until you find those divorce papers.

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You hum as you start to mash the potatoes, pouring in extra milk to make them creamier. The chicken is almost done cooking in the oven, and the corn is already done. The front door opens and closes, and you hear the heavy footsteps of your husband walking into the kitchen.

"Hi, baby," you grin.

"Hey, sweetheart."

While mashing, you lean up and give him a kiss, but he doesn't kiss you back as eagerly as you do. You chalk it up to a very tiring day and move on.

"Are you okay?"

"Just tired. It's been a long day."

"Well, it's a good thing dinner is almost ready. I made your favorite."

Dean can't help but smile, but the smile isn't as big as it should be. He walks over to the sink and washes his hands free of the grime from the grueling hunt. You finish with the potatoes and take the chicken out of the oven. You plate the food and set the table while Dean gathers spices and drinks.

"How was work?" Dean asks after he takes the first bite.

"Oh, amazing. We just got a new horse. Poor thing was being abused, but I think she'll pull through." You work at a horse sanctuary. Not only do you take in abused horses, but you also take in the ones that have been abandoned. Even people who can't care for them anymore sell them to your sanctuary. "She's a black beauty. Dean, I swear, you should come over and meet her. Total sweetheart."

"That sounds great, Y/N. I'm glad you had a good day."

"How was your day? How was the hunt?"

"I don't want to talk about it." That's half the truth, anyway. He tries to keep you out of the supernatural as much as he can, and you don't complain.

"I get it. Maybe one day you can come to work with me. Being around the horses is very relaxing."

"Yeah, maybe..."

You two fill the silence with small talk as you eat. Before you know it, the food is gone, and you're already cleaning up.

"Here, let me do the dishes. You cooked."

"I got it. Go to bed, Dean. You're exhausted. You need the rest. I'll be up soon."

Dean's shoulders sag in relief. "Thank you, sweetheart."

He kisses the top of your head as he passes by you. You watch him climb the stairs before turning back to the dishes. As Dean walks into the bedroom, he strips off pieces of clothing on the way into the connecting bathroom. He takes a quick shower that lasts only a few minutes. After he's done, he walks into the bedroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips.

He walks over to the bedside table and grabs the lock that's on the handle. Once the combination is put in, he removes the lock and opens the drawer. The reason he keeps it locked is that he has several guns inside it for protection. You hate guns, so he keeps them locked away. However, he needs them accessible just in case something were to come for him here.