Supernatural fluff

Dean x Reader (1)

"Y/n, can you pass me John's journal? I think I found something." You picked up the leather bound mass of jumbled information and tossed it across the bed to Dean Winchester, your partner-in-crime for two years since he found you surrounded by a pack of vengeful spirits. You may have been misinformed and ignorant back then, but Dean and Sam have made sure to catch you up to their 20-some years of experience.
"What are we dealing with?"
"It's called a Drow. It's derived from Greek mythology. You may remember it from Dungeons and Dragons growing u-"
"You played Dungeons and Dragons? Oh my god," you chuckled, "You were such a geek!"
"Sam and I played with dad whenever we had a day off. He used it to test our strategy and knowledge of these things here" he slapped the journal on his hand.
"Wow. Ok, so what's the deal with these drows? How do you get rid of them?"
"Well they're dark elves. These bastards are fucking smart and cunning. They are really fast and move silently, despite their heavy armor."
"How do we kill them?"
"We have to expose them to sunlight or draw them away from their radiation outlet for more than fifteen minutes. But it's almost impossible to do because they only come out at night."
You watched him recite all he knew. God you loved how his face twisted ever so slightly when he was focused. And his frown was positively perfect; it was constant and the rare smirk or smile set your heart on fire.
He continued pointing out things about the drows, leaning closer with every new point and fact.
"They're only about five feet tall and super skinny. Imagine a Christmas elf but evil," you could smell his cologne aerating from his jacket at the small distance between yourself and Dean. He was still talking as you continued to watch his face. It wasn't until he met your eyes that you realized that you'd been staring.
"Y/n," he breathed. You never realized just how green his eyes were before now, like grass fields full of nothing as you drive down abandoned and quiet roads of Colorado.
"Dean, I love you," you just let the word out before you could stop them, "I've loved you forever now. Ever since we almost- I almost lost you to the reapers in Michigan," your forehead leaned on his, your noses brushing, "you're everything to me, Dean."
Hot breath stood the hairs on your neck up. It smelled like black coffee; you hated black coffee. Time slowed down to a crawl as he blinked and pushed some of your short, fine hair behind your ear.
"Y/n" he breathed again. You closed your eyes and felt dry lips brush yours. Timid and slow, he kissed you. It was several breath-taking moments before you could melt into it. It was as if he was waiting for permission to kiss you, and you were waiting for assurance that he wanted to.
You both broke from it what you determined to be too soon.
"Dean, I-"
"Hey Dean, y/n! I found it-" Sam slammed the motel door closed and you both popped away. You pulled at your clothes and he cleared his throat, an awkward tension filling the air of the room.
"God damn, you two. Open a window if you're gonna stink the room up with emotion. It doesn't suite either of you."
Dean rubbed his eyes and you continued to close yourself up, feet on the bed and knees under your chin.
"Can we just move on?" bursted Dean. Sam snickered and you rolled your eyes.
"Yeah. I found the central hub."
"Good. We're dealing with drows. You ready to kick some elvish ass?"
Sam nodded and they both looked at you. You shrugged off the discomfort from a minute ago and nodded.
"I'm always ready to kick ass."

~R