DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

09. Lazy Days AU • Fluff

Sypnosis : In which their day was full of bed and cuddle.

Contains : cute!dean, awkward!dean, doctor!dean

[ this is an AU imagine. Not the typical spn scenarios ]

Third Person’s.

    “Babe!”

      Dean not–so–gently laid the book he was reading by the table and quickly rushed towards their room. Y/N stood, arms outstreched towards him with a pout on her lips. He asked, “What is it?”

     “Carry me.” she pouted.

     “Don’t you have legs?”

     “Their short.”

      “Still legs.”

       “But I’m too tired to walk all the way to the kitchen!”

       “Honey, you slept in all day, how come your still tired?”

        “Because of last night.”

       Their eyes both widen, cheeks slightly tinted. Dean cautiously looked at everywhere except her, embarrased. After being in a relationship for 7 years and apart for 3 while newly engaged for like, 2 days, Dean’s awkwardness still didn’t fade. It’s quite entertaining, if you’d ask her.

        “You’re a doctor. Shouldn’t you be okay at seeing a body?” she asked, effectively breaking the awkward silence.

        “That’s different.” Dean reasoned. “I operate bodies, not make love to them.”

          Ignoring the blush decorating her cheeks, she pushed out her arms towards him and pout. “Pleaseeeeeee, carry me. I want to go to the kitchen!”

     Sighing, Dean placed his hands at the back of her thights and carry her. She immediatly wrapped her legs around his waist as he tighten his gripped on her and left the bedroom. As he walked to the kitchen, she bashfully stare at him, now that she was practically at eye level as him, she planned to make this memorable for her. Dean, still walking, looked at her, seeing she was intensely staring at him.

    “What?”

    “You’re beautiful, that’s all.”

     He chuckled then went to set her down by the kitchen table but she tighten her legs around his waist, not wanting to be apart from him. With a sigh, he opened the fridge and bought a glass of water for her to drink. She eagerly drank it and carefully placed it at the sink. After a few minutes, she quietly spoke. “We should eat.”

    “I can’t cook when you’re wrapped around me.”

    She huffed and let go of him, rummaging through the closet nearby the counter for their matching aprons. She held it up and take turn of tying the string of each other.

      “What should we cook?” Dean asked, opening the drawers.

      “Soup does sound nice.” Y/N exclaimed.

       “Soup it is then.”

     After laughing and messing in the kicthen, they eventually finished cooking and cleaned up. They placed the pot of soup in the middle and two bowls infront of them with their matching spoons. There was beef with vegetables that Y/N complained about having on the table, which Dean laughed at.

     “One. . . Two. . . Three. . .”

   They both eat the beef, slowly chewing while staring at each other. Then grimace and spat the chewed beef at the empty plate. “Haven’t you added the pepper?” Dean grimaced.

      “I thought you were the one who was supposed to be adding the pepper.” she said.

     “Well. There’s still soup.” Dean told her and caught her bowl, placing some soup on it. She immediatly ate when he give her the bowl, without wasting anytime, he ate and enjoyed the relaxing athmosphere at their apartment.

    

 

        “Aren’t you bored?”

      Dean glanced at her, she was laying on the couch with her head at his lap. He smile and read his book again, “Nope.”

         “But babe. . . I’m bored.”

         “Watch some TV then.”

      She scoffed, “The shows are not that good. It was like really old and let me tell you, you wouldn’t call it a classic ones.”

          “Do the laundry.”

          “I just did it, like, four or five days ago. When you’re at work, remember?”

          “Oh.” he sighed, “what do you want to do?”

           “Cuddle!” she quickly said and straddle him, wrapping her short arms and legs around him. She sighed in content as his warm met her skin, which was slightly cold. “Can we just cuddle for the rest of the day?”

      Y/N smiled when she felt Dean kissed her forehead and soothingly rubbed her back while muttering, “We could cuddle for the rest of our lives, sweetheart.”

      
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[ a/n: as you noticed, this imagine was short af. lol. school started five days ago and when i finish this grade, i will graduate as a junior high school completer so wish me luck guys. ive been writing a decent Dean x reader book and is currently on drafts. If I write ten parts or less, i could publish it for you guys to read and—

Thank you for the one thousand reads! im so happy, knowing someone reads my trash of a work and notice the book i created. Thank you so much, it means the world to me.♥ ]

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