Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #34: Massage

Imagine: A stressed out Dean gets all kinds of knotted up and you tried to get him to relax.

Age: 16

"Dean." The man looked utterly horrible as he stumbled down the hall toward his bedroom, and it was obvious how much he was hurting. The stress of the hunt had gotten to him and he hadn't slept much. He ignored you, either that or was so exhausted that he didn't even hear you, so you stood up and followed him.

He entered his room and sat down on the edge of his bed, rubbing at his neck. You could practically see the tenseness in his shoulders.

"Dean, darling," You stepped forward and put your hand on his cheek, and he finally looked up at you, "Let me help you, please."

"Yeah, okay," he slowly gave his acceptance, his voice breathy and tired, "Thank you, baby."

You sat on your knees behind him on the bed, cracking your knuckles before beginning to massage the knots you could feel in his neck and shoulders. He gave a small groan of relief as the tension in them began to slowly release.

"Relax, darling," you coaxed softly, your voice loving and gentle, "It's over now."

His head dropped down to his chest as you continued to work his shoulders, humming tunelessly as you continued to remove the evident pain from his frame.

"Thank you, Y/n." He repeated through a sigh. You smiled, even though you knew he couldn't see, and after you'd finished working out the kinks in his muscles, you scooted back until you were leaned against the headboard of his bed, patting your crossed legs.

"C'mere, Dean." You called quietly, and he happily obeyed, his head finding your lap as he let out the longest sigh you'd ever heard.

You began to repeatedly card your fingers through his hair as his eyes fell shut.

"Y/n-"

"Shh-" You interrupted, running your knuckles down the scratchy stubble on his cheek, "Go to sleep, darling."

You began to quietly sing to him as he shifted around, getting a bit more comfortable in your lap as he grew closer and closer to unconsciousness.

"What did I ever do to deserve you, Y/n Winchester?" He mumbled after a while, and you smiled.

"I love you. Goodnight Dean." You said, and he gave a hum as he slowly fell asleep.

He stayed in your lap the entire night.