Dance With Me {Dean Winchester X Reader}

8

    You climbed into the passenger seat of the Impala, Dean next to you. You turned your head so you were looking at him. 

    "Did you know I fell in love with this car the first time I got into it?" You asked. 

    "She's a beauty, ain't she?" Dean replied, sounding like a proud mama. You laughed and he pulled out of the garage, speeding down the road. 

      Upon arriving at the store, you jumped out of the car and raced into the store. You waited for Dean to walk in before jumping into a cart, and Dean began pushing it. 

   "We need popcorn! And candy! And beer, and chips and pie and some rabbit food for Sam and cookies and also some painkillers because my back is seriously hurting." You babbled.

  "Alright, painkillers first. How bad is the pain?" He asked, worry lacing his words.

"Bro, I'm fine. It's just because I kissed you without my back brace and probably turned my body the wrong way. But I would do it again to kiss you again." You explained, the last part earning a grin from Dean.

He leaned down, placing a soft, slow kissed on your lips. He pulled away, and you sighed.

"Like that, how do you do that?" You asked, and he chuckled.  The two of you went on, tossing everything you thought was needed into the cart.

  You got into the passenger seat, popping a couple ibuprofen into your mouth. When you arrived at the bunker, Sam and Gabe had set up a fort. You unpacked all the snacks with Dean, him watching you more than helping.

"I'm gonna change into pajamas, you all should too." You called to the men before hurrying off to your room. You bit your lip, every piece of clothing you owned laying on your bed. You wanted to look cute but also comfortable.

You picked out a pair of Gray shorts that ended above your mid thigh, and a (your favorite color) tank top. You walked back in, and you almost started drooling.

     Dean sat down on the couch in sweat pants and a shirt that was very tight, showing his muscles through the fabric. Pulling yourself together, you sat next to him, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

   About halfway through the movie, you bent over to grab a beer and a searing pain shot through your back. Gasping, you froze. You sat there, your hand inches away from the beer, but you couldn't move. Your whole body started shaking, and you gritted your teeth. Dean shot up, coming to be in your line of vision. 

  "Y/n? Y/n, what's wrong?" Dean asked, but he was pushed out of the way by Gabriel. He pressed two fingers to your head, and the pain instantly vanished. You sighed, falling into Gabriel's arms in thanks. 

  "Maybe we should all just call it a night." Sam suggested, but that's the opposite of what you wanted. 

  "No, the pain's gone. This is our night to hang out." You argued. The men seemed to have a silent conversation, and you were getting frustrated. 

  "Forget it, I'm going for a drive. No one's going with me, so don't even try." You said, getting up. You walked to your room, grabbed your keys, and walked out to the garage. You climbed into the driver's seat, a frown on your face. You wished your back hadn't gotten into the way of what had been a perfect night. 

    You sped down the road, going well past the speed limit. When you reached the entrance to your secret place, you swerved the car to stop at the side of the road. Grumbling, you slammed the door shut and started hiking to your destination. When you arrived, you went and sat at the bank of the river. 

   You dangled your feet in, enjoying the cool water on your heated skin. You looked up at the sky, the moon and stars shining down on you. You sighed and looked down at your lap. 

   "Y/n?" You turned around to see Dean. His face was etched with worry and his lips were pressed together in a line. 

   "What?" You asked softly, turning back to face the river. The waterfall was crashing down to your left, making it a little hard to hear. Dean sat next to you and intertwined your fingers. 

   "Is everything okay? I know this isn't just about the movie night." Dean said, nudging you with his shoulder. 

   "You're right, I am just tired of all of you guys treating me like I'm a fragile doll that could break at any second. I'm a hunter for God's sake, a back injury is not going to kill me." You replied, resting your head on Dean's shoulder. 

  "I know, and I'm sorry. I'll talk to the guys and it'll be better. Now can we please get back? I wanna finish that movie." Dean joked, and you nodded. The two of you began walking back to the cars, your hands still clasped together. 

  You arrived at the car and Dean started to keep walking but you pulled him back. You pulled his head down for a kiss and his arms snaked around your waist. 

 "Well isn't that cute." You pulled away to see three guys staring at you, the middle one smirking. 

  "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" Dean asked, pushing you behind him. The three men chuckled. Suddenly, Dean fell to the ground, unconscious. You turned behind him to see another man with a thick log. 

  He smiled at you before swinging, and his smiling face was the last thing you saw before everything went black.