Random One Shots!

Dean Winchester X Reader (Supernatural)

A.N.- This is not my best writing... This is probably really really bad, but whatever... I'm posting it.

(Y/n) took a drink from the bottle in her hand. She sighed in content as the liquid burned her throat as it went down. She heard the front door open, and she drowned the rest of the amber liquid, before making her way to the kitchen. She had to steady herself on the counter, due to her legs being extremely wobbly. She watched as Dean walked past the kitchen alone. He almost didn't see (Y/n) standing in the kitchen, but when he did, he let out a short yelp of surprise.

"(Y/n) what are you doing?"

"Getting a refill"

Dean raised an eyebrow at her slurred voice, he looked at the empty bottle of whiskey on the counter, and the full one in her hand. He sighed,

"Come on (Y/n), you don't need anymore"

"Yes I do"

"No, go to bed you're drunk"

(Y/n) started to protest, but was interrupted when Dean picked her up bridal style, and carried her up to her room. Dean lay her down on her bed, and tucked her in. As he turned to walk away, a hand grabbed his wrist.

"Please stay?"

"(Y/n) I-"

"I love you Dean"

Dean stared at (Y/n) in surprise. (Y/n) took his silence as rejection, and let go of his wrist.

"I should have known you didn't love me. You hardly even look at me anymore. You're always gawking at some hot chick at the bar, or hell, when we're on a case."

"No, t-that's not true"

"It is, you don't even look in my direction"

"What?"

"Do you know what I want Dean?"

"What do you want sweetheart?"

"I want you to fuck me, right here, right now"

"I can't-"

"You mean you won't? So I can throw myself at you all drunk and willing, and you won't even consider it. I should've known"

(Y/n) rolled over and faced her back to Dean, Dean sighed, and sat down on the side of the bed.

"The truth is, I care about you too much to take advantage of you in your state. I can't- I won't do that to you. I don't want you to hate me, and have me be something you regret"

"Didn't you hear me? I love you Dean"

"Sweetheart that's the drink talking. If you remember what you said, and remember it in the morning, we'll talk. But, until then, we won't be doing anything"

(Y/n) nodded, and Dean got up to leave, once again, his wrist was grabbed, and he was pulled back onto the bed,

"I don't care if I'm drunk or not, but you are staying tonight"

Dean didn't say anything, and just wrapped his arms around her. Soon, Dean heard (Y/n)'s breaths even out, as she fell into a deep sleep. He took a deep breath, and quickly fell asleep. The next morning, (Y/n) awoke to a cold empty bed. She frowned quickly, as she sat up, a pounding headache making it's presence known. She was about to get out of bed to get pain reliever, when the door opened. Dean walked in, carrying a glass of water, a bottle of pain reliever, and some toast. He set the small tray on the nightstand, and sat down next to (Y/n). (Y/n) took Dean's hand into her's,

"I really do love you Dean, and I completely understand if that isn't how you feel about me, but I'm done lying to you about it"

"You remembered? You were super drunk last night"

"Do you think I could forget about my feelings toward you? If I could drink those feelings away, I would have done it a long time ago"

"If you could drink away those feelings, I hope you never do, because then I would lose the girl of my dreams"

"Don't just say that to make me feel better"

"I meant what I said last night too. I care about you too much to lose you"

(Y/n) looked up at Dean, and smiled.

"So what does this make us?"

"A couple if that's what you want"

"That's what I want"

"Though, I thought you wanted me to fuck you"

"That offer is still on the table"

"Good"