Multifandom Oneshots (II)

Dean Winchester x Reader

"Don't give me that face." Mary says.
"What face?" Dean counters.
"You know the face."
"There's no face."
"That's the face."
You sigh. "There's a face, Dean."
He looks at you, looking irritated and tired. "Who's side are you on, Y/N?"
You sit there and listen as Mary tries to explain and Sam and Dean aren't taking it. You feel uncomfortable listening to their family drama, but you don't want to walk out, and, besides, Dean has his hands on your shoulders.
He calls her Mary. You turn and look up at him.
"There's the door." He says, and leaves.
When Dean walks out, you aren't sure if you should follow or not, so you wait to see Sam's verdict.
"I think you should leave." Sam says, standing. "Y/N. Come on."
You stand up to follow them out.
"Y/N?" Mary says.
You turn around. "I'm sorry, Mary. It's really not my place." You shake your head. You like her, but it's not your call.
"I know. I get it." She smiled a little bit, but her eyes were wet. "I just... I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of my boys."
"Yeah." You say, much cooler than was needed. "Well, somebody has to."
You turn to follow Sam and Dean out. You go to the kitchen, assuming Dean's in there getting liquor. Of course, he is. He tips a glass in your direction, and you shrug, so he pours you a glass too. He gives one to Sam and you before pouring one for himself.
"You guys okay?" You ask. You don't like asking them that--Dean, at least. Sam's all right, but you'll talk to him alone later.
"Stop." Dean puts his free arm around your waist and pulls you to him.
"Fine." Sam says.
"All right." You set your glass down and move out of Dean's arms. "If you guys are fine, then, I'm gonna go check on Crowley."
"No." Dean says, putting his arm back around you. "Stay."
You know Dean's not going to say anything, or want to acknowledge any emotions whatsoever, so you go to sit by Sam. "Come here." You wrap your arms around him.
"How did you let us do that?" He asks, leaning against you. "You're supposed to keep us in line."
You laugh. "Your family, kid. Your business."
Sam kisses your cheek and stands. "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna go to bed."
"Okay, sweetie. If you need anything, you know where to find me, yeah?"
"Yeah." He smiles, claps Dean's shoulder and walks out.
"Come here." Dean says.
You stand up and go back over to Dean. He picks you up and sets you on the counter, putting his hands down on either side of you. He leans forward and kisses you. "You don't think I'm being unreasonable?"
"No."
"You're thinking something. What is it?"
You shake your head. "Nothing, babe."
"Tell me." He smiles a bit, his voice quiet.
"You were kind of rude. You shouldn't call her Mary."
"She's not acting like a mother, why should I call her mom?" His voice turns rough.
"You're a grown ass man, Dean. What do you want her to do? Tuck you in at night? Cut the crust off your sandwiches?"
His jaw's tight. "No, but I would really like for her to maybe not lie to us. They tortured Sammy, Y/N."
"I'm not saying what she did was right, Dean. But I know she wasn't trying to hurt you. I'm sure she's just doing what she thinks is right."
"Well, I think it's wrong."
"I'm not saying it isn't."
"You're saying I should just act like everything's okay."
"No, I'm not." You try not to sound exasperated. "I'm just saying you don't need to be disrespectful. I know you're still kind of mad about never getting to have a childhood, but that wasn't her fault."
"I don't care about my childhood. I care about now. That's not something she should have kept from us. God, I'm so--I'm so... what am I?"
"Mad?" You suggest.
"No. More."
"Furious?"
"More."
"Livid?"
"Yes. I'm livid." He snaps. "I'm so--"
You kiss him.
He nods. "Okay. That works."
"I thought it might." You smile.
"Do it again."
You kiss him again.
"I kind of sort of maybe love you." He wraps his arms around you and pulls you off the counter.
"That's not gonna cut it, Winchester. Put me down."
He sets you back on the counter. "What do you want me to do? Confess my undying, passionate love? Get on my knees and beg for your affection?" He grins.
You consider. "Would you if I said yes?"
"Yeah, no." He shakes his head.
You shove him away with a laugh. "Fine, asshole."
He gets on his knees on the floor in front of you, clasping his hands and putting them on your knees. "Oh, Y/N, I adore you more than I can express. Please bestow me the honor of reciprocating--"
"Oh my God." Sam's voice comes from the door.
Dean stands up quickly. "It's not what you think."
"Were you about to propose? Oh, shit, did I interrupt?"
"No." He says quickly. "No. No, I don't actually--It's not what you think."
"You love someone." Sam smirks.
"No! No, I don't. It's... role play! It's role play. It's a sex thing, Sam. So scram. You interrupted."
You elbow Dean. "No, Sam. He said he kind of sort of maybe loved me so I asked him to confess his undying love."
Sam laughs. "Yeah, right. That's harder to believe than the sex thing."
"What? Am I not allowed to have feelings?" Dean raised his eyebrows. "Come on, Y/N. Let's finish this in the bedroom." He slides you off the counter and grabs your hand, pulling you from the room.
"I'm never saying that again." He hisses as he pulls you down the hallway.
"Fine, then I'll sleep in my old bedroom." You shrug and slide your hand from his. "Goodnight!" You say perkily, smiling brightly and kissing his cheek.
"Okay, okay." He wraps his arms around you as you back up. "Okay. Fine. I'll say it." He opens his bedroom door and starts to pull you in.
"No, say it now."
"No. What if he hears me?"
You cross your arms in the doorway.
"Fine. I love you." He sticks his head out the door. "Hear that, Sammy! I said I love her!" He raises his eyebrows at you. "Happy?"
You smile brightly and come into the room, jumping into his bed. "Very much so."
He gets into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you lay down. "Good."
"I think you should call Mary tomorrow."
"So you can call her Mary but I can't?"
"She isn't my mother."
"Dammit. I tried."
You laugh and kiss his cheek. "Goodnight, Dean."
"'Night."