Supernatural OneShots

Drunken Hunter

I'm in the middle of listening to my favorite song and typing up my newest story, when my phone rings, interrupting the best part. I see that it's Sam, and answer it, rolling my eyes.

He says, a second after I pick up, "Dean's at a bar, and he won't listen to me, so do you think you could-"

"Sure, fine, whatever. Which bar?"

He says, and I can imagine him running his hands through his hair, stressfully, "It's a few blocks away from the bunker. You'll find it. Baby's parked outside of it."

I hang up, and pull on a nearby jacket, which happened to be Dean's glossy brown leather jacket, and my hiking boots on. I spot myself in the mirror and snort. I look like a child in his jacket, but I don't care.

I walk out into the chilly air, and down the streets until I spot Baby sitting in front of an old, raggedy-looking roadhouse.

I stroll in, searching for Dean, and see him sitting at the bar, shot glass to his lips.

Oh great....he's slam drunk.

Watching the waitress flirt with him, I grab a seat next to him at the bar, my nose being hit with a million different strong smells, making me want to vomit.

The girl looks at me when he asks for another drink, and I shake my head quickly. I say, a tad annoyed, "Dean, what're you doing here?"

He replies, "What does it look like?"

"Is this really how you plan to cope with all of your issues?"

Dean finally looks over at me, and jumps a little for some reason. "Whoa." he slurs.

I raise a brow at him, and he adds, "You...you're so...beautiful."

I roll my eyes, saying, "Oh shut up! I'm taking you home, so come on."

He stands up, and walks towards the doors, wobbling a bit. I giggle, and follow him out into the parking lot.

Dean makes it to Baby, but I remember that he can't drive drunk, and I decide to mess with him a bit.

I saunter over to him, push him up against the car, my body pressed to his, and kiss him to his surprise. I run my hands down his body, into his jacket, and pull out the keys to the Impala, unlatching my mouth from his.

He looks like I just violated him, because he's still laying against the car, looking confused. He asks, "What was that?"

I reply, with a small smile, "Move your butt; I'm taking you home, remember? You're definitely not driving slammed on my watch."

He huffs, and gets in the passenger side. I get in, and start the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

Dean asks, "Can we...well I...um..."

I roll my eyes, laughing a little, and say, "Once you're sober and if you remember, then yes, we'll do what you're thinking, okay?" He smiles, then plays with my hair the whole five blocks back.

When we get back to the bunker, Dean's somehow asleep, and knowing that Sam won't help me, I get out, go around to the passenger side, and open the door.

Dean practically falls out of the car, but I catch him, pulling him out onto the ground. I pull him up, but he falls, then I settle for dragging him inside, arms wrapped around his chest.

I close the door with my foot and drop Dean on the floor, making him flinch, but he still doesn't wake up. I groan, then drag him to his room, hearing Sam chuckle as I pass him.

I pull Dean up onto his bed, then turn to leave, but his hand grabs me. I spin around, and Dean mumbles, "Als...please..."

I kiss his forehead, then whisper, "Go to sleep, Dean. I'll see you in the morning."

—–

I hear the shuffle of feet behind me while I'm pouring my cereal. I smile, grab a mug, and make his coffee, instinctively. I turn to see his head on the table, surrounded by his huge, muscular arms.

Setting the mug down in front of him, I say, softly, "Good morning sleepyhead."

He groans, and I reply, "I made your coffee, and I'll fix you some cereal, if you'd like."

He lifts his head up, and grabs the mug, slowly, saying in a gruff voice, "That'd be nice."

I get another bowl out of the cabinet, then pour cereal and milk in it. I set the bowl down in front of him, then put a spoon in it, sliding the drawer shut with my hip.

The two of us ate our cereal in silence, except for the crunching of cereal matter, and the occasional voicing of Sam in the shower.

Dean interrupts the awkward silence by asking, "Why're you so nice to me, when I'm such an asshole?"

I ruffle his hair, saying, "Nah, you're just misunderstood, that's all."

"I'm serious! And also, why do you even stay with us? We're not holding you hostage or anything, but yet, you still stay. Explain."

"Geez, what are you, a Dalek? Always saying 'explain'. Maybe I just like you guys. Maybe I think I should stay so you have a girl in your lives, a third opinion, maybe. You guys need me." I say, sitting on the table, close to his chair.

Dean looks confused for a second, probably trying to figure out what a Dalek is, but then he smiles, for the first time this morning. He says, "Yeah, I guess we do."

He gets up and puts his bowl in the sink, then ends up standing right in front of me. "What?" I ask, suspicious of his look.

He moves forward a little, resting his hands on the upper part of my leg just above my knee, and says, "Nothing I just...I definitely need you, sweetheart."

His hands slide up slowly over my thighs, and he moves forward a bit more so his waist is between my legs. He leans forward and kisses me softly, practically knocking the breath out of my chest.

When he pulls away, I say, sighing, "What was that?"

He leans in and whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine, "I remember."