Supernatural Smutt, fluff, and whatever you want.

A Winters Hunt

Dean X Reader

(No smutt, just fluff. Hope you enjoy)

Winter was the worst time of year ever known to the hunter world. It always made jobs harder on you, Dean and Sam. It wasn't like you guys hated the snow, which you in particular did not, but it frustrated you when it snowed too much to where you could not leave to gank a Demon, chop a Vamp, or skin a Wendigo alive. Sam liked the scenery of snow to look at, but Dean despised it a thousand times greater than he did a djinn. At the moment, you sat outside on the trunk of the Impala watching the snow land in your hands. You and Dean had gotten into a fight two hours before and you were mad at one another. At times like this, you were happy that something this beautiful was there to comfort you with an icy smile. "Y/N?" You turned to see Sam walk around the car to your side where your feet were neatly tucked under your legs and your Y/C/H was laced with little flakes of snow. "Hey Sam." You turned back to watch the snow flakes land in your palm where it piles up because your hands had frozen over. You had forgotten how long you had actually stuck your hands in the snow. "Jesus, it's freezing out here. Aren't you cold??" "Yes, but it doesn't bother me right now." "You know if Dean saw you out here he'd--" You scoffed and smiled to yourself as the snow burned blue spots in your palm and fingers. Your hands were so cold, that they had lost all color and were literally turning purple. "Stop. He would only point out another flaw of mine Sam. Sitting on his Baby would get me in trouble." He couldn't help but chuckled to himself. As Sam leaned onto the back of Baby, the snow flakes landed onto his hair softly. Each one quickly melting away because of the warmth radiating off of him. Leaning on his shoulder, you feel a smile spread across his face. "I could get use to something like this." "Yea. It's so beautiful, and gorgeous. I could watch it everyday." "You know what else you could do??" "What might that be?" "Go talk to Dean." Sitting up he turns to you and frowns. "He's been in there moping all day. You could atleast talk to him." When he grabbed ahold of your hand he jumped a little from how cold they were. "Holy crap Y/N, your hands are ice!" Before you knew it he was dragging you inside your shared motel room with the boys. You'd been so focused on Sam helping you, you hadn't noticed Dean watching you both go by. As soon as the warm water turned on, the warm air bit at your finger tips making them burn. "Sam, that's too hot, I can feel that from here!" "That's because your fingers have frostbite." As soon as he shoved them under the running water you screamed at how bad they felt and the pain it all made. "Dean come hold her!!" All the thrashing, kicking, and pulling away stopped as soon as you felt a firm yet comfortable feeling and warmth behind you. Dean. "Hold still." His voice softer than silk, and his touch light as a feather. This is when more of your hand and arm sunk under the water and the thrashing and kicking started up again. "Y/N!! Hold still!!" Dean was now trying his dearest to hold you down as you screamed out in pain. Before you knew it, a hand covered your mouth and your eyes shot open looking around. It had to be Dean because at the moment, Sam was busy trying to get your hands to warm up. "Look if you don't shut up I'll break your neck to make you shut up!!" When the words left his lips and rang through your ears you stopped and thought. 'Would he really do that?' It danced around your head, that you forgot about your hands and whatever had to deal with them. Your focus was on those words Dean had said. You still even remembered the words he said just a few hours ago. That's what drove you to sit out in the freezing cold. When Sam finished with the water he wrapped up your hands and tied the loose ends to make sure it didn't come off. "Now, let's get you wrapped up in some blankets." "Make sure you use duck tape on her mouth as well." When he turned around, you felt something in you shatter just a little. "How about you use duck tape to cover your damn ego." You didn't realize that it came out until Sam coughed up a laugh. "Id rather it be on your mouth. For all we know, lies could frequently be flying out of it." Your anger was boiling and fast at that, but what also was rising was your emotions. You had never felt so much anger in one day, that even you thought your head was going to explode. "You know maybe we should tape your brain. We don't need dumb ideas giving us dumb plans that might get us killed." "Maybe I should just tape you to the pole outside, considering how you love poles and snow. You might find your life outside." "Well maybe I should have just taped you to your bed back in the bunker! You might have actually done good rather then screw up our hunt because you came along! And just maybe Sam should have left you for the hellhounds because your such a screw up!" The words kicked him straight in the face and his expression changed. "Ok that's enough! You two are staying in this room until you make up. And you BOTH will apologize for saying the dumb crap you have said!" And that was the end of it. Sam had left and you were stuck with an actual killing machine. And boy did you regret saying the wrong thing. You expected him to yell at you about leaving you for death to sweep you off your feet, but he didn't. All he did was just lay down on the bed and face the wall. You wanted to apologize and say anything but your words caught in your throat afraid that he might actually yell at you. Leaving him alone you walked straight into the bathroom and got into the shower, clothes and all. Your sobs and cries muffled by the running water, and your words were cut off by the water hitting them to the ground. You thought about your fight with Dean in the hours pertaining up to now. His words still ringing like a bell.

Why do you bother coming back

We should have left you home

Your a burden

From other people it would have been fine, but from the guy you live with hurts. You did screw up but so had he and you both had to apologize. Both of you fought like children constantly and sometimes, Sam had up and left the room. Once you actually mustered up the courage after about an hour, you turned off the shower and got out. Wet clothes still in the bathroom, you grabbed Sam's night pj's and Dean's muscle shirt. When you left the bathroom, Dean's slight snore could be heard. Grabbing a nearby chair, you pull it over and lay your head on your folded arms. Just sitting there staring at him wondering what he was even dreaming considering his sad facial expression. At the moment he looked so peaceful and relaxed, but that's a reason why you didn't want to wake him up to apologize. Grabbing your shoes, you slip them on and walk back outside. Before you did go outside, you left a note tucked away in his hand in case he woke up soon. It only told him you were outside, but it was enough to say you needed to talk. You hadn't gone any further then the railing of the motel due to your lack of clothes. But you enjoyed looking at the twinkling snow. It was peaceful and relaxing, all enough to drive the worries of the world away. Sam was completely gone and from what you could tell, he seemed upset that you and Dean always fought. This time you guys drove him to even take the Impala, Baby at that! Hunting was frustrating and hard, and it did put a saddle on all of your daily lives. To even get a break or go on vacation was absolutely never or almost impossible. A break here and there would have been nice, maybe even an apology never hurt anybody. "Here I thought you'd have your face stuck in the snow." His voice caused you to jump and turn to see him closing the door gently behind him. "Not enough clothes to put on." You heard him scoff. He hunched over the railing next to you and watched the snow flakes fall to land softly on the already piled up snow on the ground. From his expressions changing from disgusted to ok, he seemed to go from liking to not liking the snow at all. "So...." you could see him stare at you from the corner of your eyes. "No words. No talking, just please be quiet." His voice stern and full of anger, your open jaw became shut unable to speak again. Fear telling you he might burst. "No, I think we need to talk this-" "There isn't anything to talk about. You stated what you meant." "But that's not-" "Look, it's not up for discussion ok?!" His anger rising as was yours. "Yes it is!!" "No it's not!!" "Yes it is Winchester!?" He stopped and stared at you. His chest heaving and yours falling, you waited for a response but got nothing. "Ok, fine. Since this is a must do, what's there to talk a--" "See that's what I mean!?" He stopped and looked at you with surprise taking an interest with you suddenly cutting him off. "You've been a dick the entire time to me! And yea, sure I said some things that weren't true about you but still shouldn't give you the right to atleast not let me apologize!!" Your words seemed to stab his ears as he struggled to listen. "I was trying to apologize to you without having this happen." You turned away and stared back at the snow sighing. "I didn't want an apology Y/N." "Then why are you even out here?" You turned to see his eyes stare at you softly. You watched his hand reach behind your neck and pull you closer until your lips collided together. You were shocked at first but gave into it as he melted you like snow in a warm hand. The wind picked up a light blowing the snow in the direction you and Dean were in, surrounding you like a beautiful image. The sparkles flying everywhere, Intwingling snow flakes landing in both of your hair. The cool air that rushed up your shirt brought you closer to Dean seeking warmth as he backed up to the door holding you closer. When you pulled away for air, his eyes were a beautiful green. The little flakes of snow making his eyes even more gorgeous. "You were always beautiful in the days snow." You couldn't help but smile. His words melting your heat and making you happy. "You have no idea how much I love you." "Well, Y/N, how about we find out?" And with that the door had closed behind you two, encapturing you  both in the warmth of the motel room.

The beautiful snow had ceased and left everything in a beautiful hazy white blur. Everything covered, no one able to leave their homes as the day became cold with snow. This left everyone to gaze at the beauty created. Lovers sitting by a fire place, families left playing snow ball fights, and children to sleep the days away until Christmas rings upon them to wake up and open presents on a snowy morning. Your dreams even becoming reality and your love for the most amazing hunter in the world. And the only thing it took was a hint on a snowy day. Tiny sparkles of the snow capturing beautiful midnight black paint, and shinning the silver rims. Icy windows and windshield barely making the inside bitter cold. A beautiful engine roaring with life to keep its passenger warm and safe from the icy snow air. And within this beautiful masterpiece known as baby, sat the youngest Winchester. Smiling, and happy, having known that a Winter's Hunt would fix an icy feud between to closest friends he loved most.