Dean Ambrose One Shots & Drabbles

I'm not drunk, I s-swear.

You heard the front door open and you glanced at the clock on the table next to your bed. 2:58am. You sighed before throwing the covers off and sitting up on the edge of the bed. You made your way down the hallway to greet Dean.

"Come on, Dean. Help me out here, brother." You heard Roman's deep voice say. He glanced up at you and gave you a sympathetic smile.

Dean's arm was draped around Roman's muscular shoulders and it looked like the larger man was supporting most of Dean's weight.

"H-hey b-babe," Dean slurred as he looked at you.

"Hi Dean," you said with a sigh as you folded your arms over your chest.

"You want me to get him to bed for you?" Roman asked.

"No, it's okay. I can handle it."

"Okay. Have a good night, baby girl."

"Come on, you. Let's get you to bed." You said as you put Dean's arm around your shoulders and started leading him towards your bedroom.

"You smell good...like flowers." He said before he placed a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

You giggled at how drunk Dean was. Despite the rough around the edges man that Dean was, when he was drunk and around you, he usually turned into a big softie.

"You smell like beer and whiskey. You need a shower." You said.

"Will you come in with me?" He asked giving you a smirk.

"Dean, you're drunk. We're not having sex." You said.

"I'm not drunk, I s-swear." He said as his lips sloppy kissed your neck.

"You are drunk, Dean." You said as you helped him sit down on his side of the bed.

"No, I'm not." He said as he looked up at you.

"Fine. You're not drunk. Now arms up." You said as you reached for his shirt.

"If you wanted it off, all you had to do was ask, doll," Dean said as he lifted his arms and let you slide his black tee off him. He then reached down for his belt buckle and unbuckled it before popping the button on his jeans.

"You want these off too, darlin'?" Dean smirked at you before he stood up and slid the jeans off.

You rolled your eyes at him. "Go shower."

"Only if you come." He said.

"Dean we are not showering together." You said.

"Then I guess I'm no showerin'." He said. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. He rolled the two of you over so that he was straddling your hips. He reached for the bottom of your shirt but you grabbed his hands, pinning them to the bed.

"Ooh, I like this." He said as he smirked and ran his tongue over his lips as he thrust his hips up towards yours.

"You need to sleep." You said before leaning down and pressing your lips to his. You rolled off him and curled up into his side. Within a few minutes, you could hear soft snores coming from his mouth, and you closed your eyes knowing he would be out for hours.

**NEXT MORNING**

"Oh God," a deep voice groaned from beside you. You opened your eyes and looked over to see Dean sat up on his side of the bed running his hands over his face.

"You okay?" You asked.

"I feel like death." He said.

"You're hungover. You're not dying."

"I don't even remember coming home." He admitted as he looked over at you.

"Ro brought you home. I took over from there." You said.

"I wasn't too much for you, was I?" He asked.

You knew he always felt bad when you had to take care of him when he drank too much. He liked to be the strong one in the relationship. He thought of himself as the caretaker in your relationship where he should take care of you, not the other way around.

"Nothing I couldn't handle. Although you did try to seduce me a couple times." You said with a smirk.

"Baby, I do that even when I'm sober." He said with a smirk before he rolled over to straddle you. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his hands reaching for the bottom of your shirt and sliding it off your head.