Dean x Reader: Protection

Chapter Two

You and Dean quickly retrieved Sam, and got out of the area before anyone found the body. You hopped into the familiar Impala, driving off to the motel quickly so you could get your stuff and get out of the town. The drive to the bunker didn't take more than a day and a half, due to Dean's insane driving.

When you reached the bunker Sam hurried inside, wanting to get the first cup of coffee. Dean smirked and turned to you, leaning back to kiss you. You gladly accepted, leaning forward yourself.

"Race you to the bed?" Dean asked playfully, raising an eyebrow. You chuckled, jumping out of the car before you said anything and before he could react, running into the bunker.

"I'm already half-way there!" You yelled out, laughing as you heard the car door open and slam close, then Dean's heavy footsteps quickly catching up to you. Before you knew it he had you against the wall of his room, lips against yours in a heated kiss...

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You walked into the bunker kitchen the next morning, where Sam sat at the countertop with his laptop and a cup of coffee. You yawned, using the large sleeves of Dean's shirt to wipe the sleep out of your eyes. Sam looked up at you as you retrieved your own cup, raising an eyebrow.

"Isn't that Dean's shirt?" He asked. Your eyes widened, and you hesitated before answering.

"No..." You lied, sitting down at the counter across from Sam and self consciously pulling the hem of the shirt down.

"Are you sure?" He continued, smugly sipping his coffee. You scoffed at his behavior.

"Really Sam, we all own like 300 flannels," You shot back. Sam's smug smile only grew wider.

"Yeah, but isn't it a little big for you?" He asked. A blush made it's way onto your cheeks and you couldn't think of a proper response.

"Shut up," Was your only response as you left the kitchen. When you walked into the room once again Dean was under the covers, eyes closed with one arm resting over them. You smiled, setting your coffee on the nightstand and slipping back under the covers with him. Dean's eyes fluttered open and he smiled, wrapping his arm around you. You were content to stay like that for the rest of the morning.

"So uh... I'm pretty sure Sam knows now," You said, turning to face Dean. His lips turned upward into a small smile.

"S'kay. He doesn't really care as long he doesn't hear about it," Dean replied, smirking and turning to kiss you. You smiled.

"I guess. As long as that idiot Crowley doesn't find out and tell the whole world," You said, laughing to yourself. Your relationship with Dean was supposed to be fairly secret, for the protection of the both of you. If it was common knowledge, there was no telling the kind of leverage monsters, demons, or angels would use with you two. Dean must have noticed your thoughtful silence, and he kissed your forehead.

"It'll be fine, sweetcheeks. There's no way he or anyone else will find out," He said, comforting you. You snuggled closer to him, enjoying his company in the early morning sun.