Walking Me Home (Dean x Reader)

CHAPTER 3

The two Winchesters and you were having great time during dinner. Hell, the whole night your found yourself smiling or giggling. You weren't the most sociable person in the world yet, there you were drinking beer with complete strangers, sharing lame jokes, having fun and just enjoying yourselves. It was amazing really. Laughing to tears as they told embarrassing stories about each other. You told a few yourself. Your lives, the job, the good, the bad and everything in between. It was amazing really. Not only for you, but for them too.



Dean smiled and leaned back in his seat as he watched you talk to Sam about ancient history and old rare creatures, arguing about which one was faster, or more powerful and things like that. 



Where have you been? 



Dean asked himself more times he cared to admit. You missed the way he looked at you. 



So breathtakingly beautiful.



Sam made his way to the motel's reception to book a room for his brother and him but came back right away with the news there were no vacancies left. Dean was cleaning up his wounds once again before heading to bed.


- "It's okay, I'll sleep here" you pointed out the couch, placing the bags on the floor.

- "Nonsense, this was your room first. I'll take the couch" Sam protested and you half-smiled. "Keep an eye open with him though, he's a hugger" he said making you crack as Dean was coming back into the room with a small limp.


- "Guess you're stucked with me" you tapped his shoulder before entering the bathroom without getting a chance to look at the smile on his face. 



Sam was already slept when you landed on your chest in that old crappy matress, Dean already laying by your side. The light coming from outside was enough to find his eyes locked with yours. 


- "Are you okay?" you whisper so you didn't wake up Sam.


- "Yeah, I'm okay" he lowered his glare. You shared a sweet moment in silence until the calmed stopped with a loud noise coming from outside. Thunder.


- "Shit" you said quietly, burying your face in the pillow.


- "What's wrong?" he asked sitting up, there was a little worry in his voice.


- "Nothing" you simply said, wishing he didn't hear the fear in your voice but he definitely did. He asked again and you just couldn't lie to those mesmerizing green eyes pointed at you. "I-I don't do well in storms" you stuttered. "I know it's stupid".


- "It's not stupid" he smiled resting his back in the matress again. "Come here" he opened his arm to you.


- "I don't want to bother you, you're still pretty beaten up from earlier Dean" you said before closing your eyes tightly as another thunder stroke.


- "You don't bother me. Come" he insisted and you approached resting your head on his chest, the smell of his after shave sent shivers to your spine. You grabbed on to him as thunders could be heard right above the motel. 
"I'm afraid of planes" he broke ice, trying to keep your mind off the storm.


- "Planes crash, it's completely logical to be scared of them" you pointed out keeping him wrapped in your arms.


- "And storms are scary" he reassured you. 

The motion of his thumb in your back already started to calm you down and as your breathing became normal again, Dean was smiling widely at you.


- "You kinda expect that after dealing with monsters, demons, vampires and all that other crap of the night, this fear should be gone by now" you chuckled, nuzzling his neck. Your voice near his ear was driving him insane.