It was dark out and you were completing some research in the main room of the bunker. The Winchesters were out at a bar, recovering from a long hunt they had. They looked wrecked, so you offered to get a head start on some research while they got a chance to unwind.
After hours of being out, Dean came back with no Sam trailing behind him. You looked up from your computer to see him very drunk and tired. He could barely stand up straight.
"Hey..." greeted Dean.
"Hey Dean-o, where's Sam?" you asked rubbing your eyes.
"He's probably getting laid or something...how long have you been up?" said the intoxicated man.
"A while, I'm going to stay up one more hour and crash later...You should get some shut eye, you don't look so good. Don't worry about me," you replied, going back to your research.
Dean had liked you for a very long time and you couldn't lie about the fact that you shared the feeling, but both of you never really got intimate with eachother. You didn't even flirt, even if you had a strong urge to say all the naughty things you thought about him. You were more like colleagues, who had a lot of tension between eachother.
Dean passed out on his bed, leaving you alone to complete your research.
***
Time flew by and you were getting really tired so you decided to close up and head to your room, which was connected to Sam's room and Dean's room.
As you made your way to your room, you saw Dean tossing and turning on his bed.
"Hey Dean, are you okay?" you asked, entering his room.
"No! Don't hurt them! Take me, take me!!" he screamed.
You quickly ran by his side and tried to wake him up.
"Dean, get up! You're having a bad dream, wake up!"
Dean shot up, sweaty and shaky. He was having trouble catching his breath.
"I...you'r-"
He quickly gave you a tight hug and held you close.
"Dean, calm down. Look at me, it's all okay, I'm here"
You laid him down, but he pulled you down next to him so that he can snuggle up next to you. The warmth of your fingers, caressing his head, comforted him.
"I can't do this anymore (Y/n), I'm loosing my mind! Why can't we have normal lives!"
He was still drunk.
"It's okay Dean"
"No it's not! What if something happens to you or Sam? I ca... I can't lose you...."
"I'm here now Dean, just go to sleep"
"But what if one day you leave me like the others, I can't lose you too!"
"Dean I'll always be here, right next to you"
"Why are you so nice to me all the time? You're so perfect"
It made you blush.
He pulled you closer so that now, your head could rest on his chest. You heard the rhythm of his heart beat, which calmed you.
"I'm going to marry you one day, but don't tell anyone, it's a secret!" he whispered, making you become even more red than before.
"I...I should probably leave..."
You were about to leave when Dean stopped you. He pulled you back down and got on top of you. He held your hands up as he gave you a passionate kiss. You kissed him back, breaking your hands out of grips and bringing them to his short spiky hair. You wanted to take it farther, but you didn't want to take advantage of his drunk state.
He got off you and went back to his original position, only holding you tighter. You both snuggled till the sun came up.
***The next morning***
-Dean's POV-
I woke up with a big headache.
"What happen last night?"
All I could remember was the amazing dream, that seemed all too real, I had about (Y/n). I looked at the other half of my bed, but it was empty.
"It was just a dream..." I thought, as I forced myself up.
I was so miscoordinated that I almost forgot where the bathroom was.
When I got out of the bathroom, I headed straight for the kitchen for some coffee.
Sam was sitting on the dinning table, drinking a cup of Joe whilst reviewing (Y/n)'s research.
"Wait... (his/her/their) research.... so (he/she/they) (WAS/WERE) here..."
"Why are you so happy? I thought you weren't a morning person?" asked Sam, glimpsing up from his laptop.
"None of your business... Bitch"
"Jerk"
Suddenly, Castiel came in and sat down beside Sam. He started contemplating (Y/n)'s notes, which made my heart ache even more. I wanted to see (Y/n)'s (beautiful/handsome) face.
"So should we get started?" asked the angel.
"Not before eating breakfast!" said the familiar voice of (Y/n).
I quickly turned around to see (him/her/them). (He/She/They) brought bags of food and placed them on the table.
"Wow, (he/she/they) look so (handsome/beautiful)"
(He/She/They) caught me staring and I tried to avoid eye contact.
"I must look so flustered..."
"(Y/n) you are missing an earring ( If you didn't have piercings before now you do)" said Castiel.
"Oh, where did I leave it?"(he/she/they) asked (himself/herself/themself) as (he/she/they) left the kitchen.
I instinctively followed (him/her/them) trying to help (him/her/them) find it. (He/She/They) entered my room and went straight for the bed and retrieved the missing piece of jewelry.
"It wasn't a dream was it?" I asked even more flustered.
(He/She/They) smiled and came closer to me, and started whispering in my ear.
"I don't know what you mean, you'll have to show me what you dreamt..." (he/she/they) said, winking and exiting my room.
Right then, I knew, that (he/she/they) (was/were) the one.
Author's note
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