Supernatural One-shots!

Dean.x.reader: Late Night Conversation

Imagine: You and Dean having coffee and talking about nonsense at three in the morning.

I'm such a giant sam girl, but I write so much about Dean. Wtf even is my life.
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"So, I think I understand why Cas loves bees," you began, handing a disheveled Dean his Batman cup filled with black coffee.

"Why?" He asked, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. His dark green boxers riding up slightly causing him to pull the hem down slightly.

"Bees are too fat for their tiny wings to carry them. It should be practically impossible, but those lil bugs fly with their middle fingers up at the world." You joked, taking a sip of coffee as you sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. His soft, black Cotten T shirt making it feel like a pillow.

"Wow," Dean chuckled, sipping the coffee making him shutter at the bitterness, waking him up almost immediately.

"What?" You asked, laughing, resting your chin on his shoulder, smiling up at the side of his face. He turned to look at you slightly before staring back at the ugly yellow wall in front of him.

"The fact that it's three in the morning and we are discussing a hypothesis on why Cas likes bees!" He laughed, you belly laughed.

"You've been hanging out with Sam too much. I never thought I'd see the day where Dean Winchester uses the word hypothesis in a sentence." You joked, he looked at you jokingly offended.

"Pffft, I can use big Stanfordy lawyer words too."

You rolled your eyes as he sat both yours and his drinks down on the nightstand. At the same time you and Dean laid down next to each other with your legs dangling off the bed.

"The word hypothesis is usually used more in the science field than it is in law." You corrected, making him shrug. His hands laying across his stomach as he looked up at the patterned on the hotel ceiling, letting the room fall into a comfortable silence.

"What's your favorite carnival ride?" You asked, trying to break the awkward silence with an outrageous question. Dean laughed causing the bed to move with it as he did.

"Uh-..." he began, still chuckling as he tried to think, "I like the Farris Wheel at night."

"I like the spinning tea cups." You said, twirling your finger in the air, mimicking the ride. Dean chuckled as he looked over at you.

"When Sam was in 7th grade our dad went out on a hunt somewhere and a carnival was in town. I took it upon my self to take Sam with the money I had saved from winning pool. So we went on a few rides and then ate a bunch of junk food and the next thing I know I'm being dragged to the tea pot ride," Dean exclaimed, pausing as you already knew where this story was going, "and then next thing I knew Sam had puked everywhere! It was a mess. Our dad was so pissed when he found out but it was okay."

You were laughing really hard by the end of the story. The caffeine mixed with sleep deprivation made everything funnier than it was and you couldn't help but gasp for air at the thought of little Sammy getting sick of the Spinning Tea Cups. Dean was laughing at you now and the harder you laughed the harder he laughed and because he was laughing it cause you to laugh harder. It was a vicious cycle that carried on until you felt like you were going to die from the throbbing pain in your sides.

"Okay, okay, okay," you exclaimed, trying to get out the last little giggles before speaking again.

"That story is probably the reason Sam is strictly into salads!" Dean said, wiping the tears from his eyes as he chuckled finally.

"Yeah, but you're a good big brother. He really loves you." You said seriously, turning you head away from the ceiling to face him. He was staring at you lovingly. The words you said making him smile. "I'm being serious!"

"I know you are," he said reaching for your hand and holding it softly. His rough and callous fingers wrapping around your small ones with ease. "Thank you."