You spent the whole night together. Laughing, cooking, then putting out fires. Which eventually lead to talking, kissing, getting naked, stopping, laughing, and now: talking while naked.
"What?" Dean asked, sitting up on his elbows, he touched the small of your back. You were sat up already, holding a pillow against your stomach and chest. You just couldn't stop laughing, the touch of his fingers on your back were so tingly and cold.
"I haven't met someone like you." You admitted, holding your pillow closer.
"I get that a lot." He smirked pulling you closer, insinuating a more dirty claim than you had.
"Not like that." You hit his chest, you stared up at him. You laid your chest on top of him, afraid of putting all of your weight on him.
You stared at each other. You knew your next question, and so did he and Dean didn't know if he could have a good answer for you. If he is safe enough to get close to you. He wanted to. He wanted nothing more than to have someone he could confide everything in, but then he'll have to leave... again.
"Where did you come from?" You asked. Every once in a while you had to touch his face, make sure that it was real.
"Some bar down the street." He joked, he ran his hand through your hair.
"I'm serious. I wanna know!" You traced circles on his collar bone. He gave a long groan,
"How do you expect me to focus if you look like this." Dean bit his lip and felt down your back and held onto your waist.
"Just tell me where your from." You begged.
"That's a complicated question." He sighed.
"Why?" You asked, then knew the answer, "The whole hunting thing, right..."
"Sorry, I know, that's usually the deal breaker." Dean shifted uncomfortably, putting his arms behind his head. You narrowed your eyes at him reaching up to grab his arm and bring his hand into yours.
"Horrible childhood?" You asked. His answers went quick to follow your questions, he knew what you were doing and graciously allowed it.
"The worst."
"Know how to deal well with emotional baggage?"
"Roughly 34 years worth of experience."
"Ever committed armed robbery or any other felony?"
"Depends on which state you're in."
"Louisiana?"
"Couple of homicides, armed robbery, but it's okay because I'm legally dead there."
"FBI, maybe, I want the full list."
"Mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecrations, breaking and entering, armed robbery, impersonating an officer, kidnapping, and at least three counts of first degree murder. But in my defense, some of that was done by a shapeshifter."
"Shapeshifter?"
"Yup, also real."
"Have you, you personally, Dean Winchester, murdered anyone?" You asked, looking at his hand in yours.
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esoteric ↯ dean winchester x reader
Fanfiction〘 just because you love someone, doesn't mean you should stick around and screw up their life 〙 ☞ story begins after S9E10; continues through S10&11.☜ {marked mature, nothing you wouldn't see/hear on the show.}