Supernatural fluff

Dean x Reader (2)

God you hated hiking. The bugs, the heat, the carrying of salt loaded shotguns in a heavy backpack uphill for hours on end.
You hated it.
The only thing that made it better was walking behind Dean. Dean led the hike, you second, and Sam holding the rear.
Dean. You watched him effortlessly hop over a fallen tree that blocked your path. You were convinced he was some sort of mountain goat, veering between brushes and under trees and over rocks.
Talented was an understatement when it came to Dean and his craft.
You and Dean were 'together' in a sense that he denied his feelings for you except for when he was mostly drunk and Sam was nowhere in sight.
You felt otherwise.
What Dean felt for you occasionally was nothing compared to how you felt all the time. It started when you three had lost someone you'd been protecting from a Wendigo. Dean took it extremely hard, sitting at the bar of he pub two towns over for 3 hours.

You went to pick him up and found him lecturing the bartender on proper demon exorcism techniques.
Yep; sopping drunk.
"Y/n! Come tell this man how to pronounce Christo properly!" he had called from across the room.
"Sorry, man. I'll take him home and settle the tab."
"No need, he took care of the tab before he  drank an entire bottle of whiskey."
"Y/n," Dean moved your hair and whispered in your ear, "is the Impala alright?" You laughed at his car fetish.
"Yes, it's alright." He threw his fist in the air, shouting "Yes!" in success.
"I call driving. Give me the keys," he reached for your back pocket, but you slapped his hand away.
"No sir, Mr. Winchester. You are as drunk as a skunk. I'll be driving your precious car."
He tried to protest, but you were stubborn.
It wasn't until you pulled into the parking spot of your motel that he finally kissed you. Flirting all the way home, you knew it would come eventually.

"Y/n," Dean snapped you out of the memory. "Sam had to pee, lets just stop for minute." Dean sat down on a mossy log and you joined him.
"Dean, can we talk?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"I need to ask you something and you have to be completely honest."
He looked up at you and you looked away.
"What are we? I mean obviously we're friends and obviously we're partners but what are we actually? I'm confused because you act cold around me most of the time but when you're drunk you act like a lovesick puppy and you kiss me and I'm babbling I know jeez i shouldn't have said this never mind just forget it I'll drop i-" you shut up when Dean kisses you. He kissed you and his lips didn't taste like whiskey and he wasn't grabby like he usually was.
"I'm sorry I'm such an ass," he said. You didn't say anything. You were dumbstruck.
"Are you going to say something?" He just looked at you.
"You're," you tried to find the words, "you're an idiot, you know that?"
He just started laughing. You shook your head and laughed obnoxiously.
"Yes, Yes I am."

~R