"Whoa, what are you doing!?" you question him shrilly, alarm laced in your voice. You try to break loose from your boyfriend’s hold but it was obvious who was the stronger one (once again--you seriously needed to work out more).
He grabs your other arm and force you up to your feet before dragging you back to the other side of the room, making you sit on his bed.
“Dean!” you protest, trying to shove him off.
"Jesus, (y/n)!" he yells, becoming annoyed with you. Then, all too randomly he drops himself on top of you--forcing you to lay down and disabling you from getting back up again.
Crushed underneath his large chest, you stop struggling and lie there, staring up at the ceiling.
You give up.
"Just...stay here," he says softly, tiredly; he buries his face into your neck and the covers. You can’t see his face but you don’t try to readjust yourself.
There was silence and no one says anything for a while. Dean was relaxed at this point, for all you knew.
"Is this your way of apologising?" you ask lowly, steadying your breath so you didn't feel as though you are suffocating underneath him. He merely grunts, not giving you an actual verbal response. "You're hopeless," you state while scoffing.
"I love you." he whispers into your ear, almost pitifully and almost too soft to hear.
“I know,” you mumble back, a small smile creeping onto your lips. This was the ever so proud Dean Winchester’s way of apologising.
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I'd Rather We Talk (Dean Winchester x Reader)
FanfictionTo make you--his ever so lonely girlfriend--happy, Dean Winchester takes you out for a ride. His physical advances are, however, rejected and you take the chance to lecture him. Apparently, when girls want to spend time with their boyfriends, they...
