Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3

Midnight | Dean Winchester

You stood outside, wearing nothing more than a pair of black jogging bottoms and one of Dean's old plaid shirts, a cigarette was firmly in place between your fingers, and your eyes were fixed to the sky; its obsidian body was tainted with navy blue, stippled with dark grey clouds and perfectly white stars, and slap bang in the middle of it, sitting high on its horse, was the moon, dressed in glittering silver robes and smiling down at the world with a grace that was unmatched.
"It's midnight," Dean grumbled from behind you, his skin was pricked with goosebumps, as he was only wearing boxers and a black shirt. "(Y/N), come back to bed, baby."
"I can't sleep," you sighed, wrapping your arm around his waist when he draped one of his arms across your shoulders with a subtle shiver.
"I'll sing to you," he mumbled.
"Would you sing anything?" You asked.
"Yeah," he agreed. "Just name it."
"Midnight," you requested. "By Coldplay?"
"Come back to bed, and you got a deal."