The Hunter Diaries // Dean Winchester x Reader

Chapter 9

Your fingers trace small circles on Dean's chest, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder as his hand ran up and down your bare back.

The two of you had been in that position for a while. The steady beat of his heart beneath your ear was calming, reminding you that the both of you were alive and in that small moment, everything was truly alright. You wished you could freeze that moment. You wished the two of you could stay in that small fraction of time for eternity. Not having to worry about Aamon or angels or the threat of the apocalypse. Just the two of you, laying with each other with nothing but a blanket between you, basking in each other.

But you knew that it couldn't be a reality. Those threats were still out there, looming over your head like a dark storm cloud. Even with all the distracting Dean had just done, you still had to face it when you came back to reality.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked. Your eyes flitted up to his, a soft smile on your face.

"You." He made a light sound, his fingers running up to thread through your hair. You kissed his bare chest and snuggled closer to him, the small blanket not quite fitting around the both of you, and you shivered at the cool air.

"You know, I never thought you liked me back," He said. You scoffed and rolled onto your stomach, your arm coming up to rest on his chest and play with the amulet around his neck.

"I never thought you liked me back," You said. "You were always with these... Picture perfect, model material girls. I never thought you'd want to go for someone like me. Someone not... Like that."

"That's idiotic, sweetheart." He scowled. He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "I love you."

You blushed and ducked your head down, burrowing into his chest. "I love you too."

He sighed, his arms wrapping tightly around you and pulling you closer to him. You moved your head to press your face into the side of his neck, your lips pressing soft kisses on the tender skin. Your hand moved to trail down his chest, your fingers stopping right above his pelvic bone, tracing patterns along the soft skin.

He chuckled and rolled the two of you over, his hips pressing down onto you and you moaned at the feel of him. "You want a round two?"

"If you think you can handle it," You said, a smirk playing on your lips. He growled playfully and bent down to nip at your ear.

"Oh, I can handle it, sweetheart," He whispered into your ear. He thrusted his hips forward, his hard member bumping your bundle of nerves, sending a small jolt of electricity through you. "It's you that I'm worried about."

The next day rolled around and you were left alone. You knew the boys were doing it for your own good, but you had gotten bored easily and quite frankly, you were annoyed at them for locking you down here.

You huffed and fell back down on the bed, letting out a long breath. You were currently alone in the house, Sam and Dean having gone on a quick salt and burn a few towns over and Bobby tagging along just for the fun of being out in the field again. They weren't really worried about you since you were inside the panic room, which was supposedly the safest part of the whole house. But it was quiet and eerie, a strange feeling settling in the pit of your stomach.

A loud crash from upstairs made you jump. You leaped off the bed and stayed as still as possible, tilting your head a bit and listening as closely as possible.

Your stomach rolled as butterflies fluttered around inside. Your breathing began to pick up as a few more creaks sounded above you as if someone was walking.

And then you heard it.

Someone was whistling above you, a broken tune falling past their lips as they moved around upstairs. You swallowed thickly and folded your arms around your middle, your body trembling with fear. There was someone- or something- upstairs, and it wasn't any of the boys.