Dean x Reader Unplanned

Celebratory Drinks?

It was late afternoon and you were in the last hour of the trip back to the bunker. It had been a relatively easy salt and burn case, so spirits were high in the Impala.

You were sitting in the front seat next to Dean, who was lip syncing 'Good Times, Bad Times' by Led Zeppelin, he was really getting into it and took both hands off the wheel to mimic the guitar solo.

"Dean!" you half giggled, half yelled "If you cant contain yourself at least let me drive!"

"You may be a decent driver, but baby needs a whole new level of experience kiddo" he huffed and went back to lip syncing. You rolled your eyes at 'kiddo', you were the same age as Sam and naturally Dean had taken on a big brother role to you when you joined them all those years ago. Your good mood faltered at the memory of what happened to your real family, but you were pulled from the past when you heard Sam's voice.

"She's right Dean" Sam piped in from the back seat, "if we get taken out by some creature we hunt that's somewhat expected. Dying in a wreck because of your love for Jimmy Page is a bit unjustified".

"Why do you two always gang up on me hey?" Dean looked over at you smirking so you stuck your tongue out in reply. Leaning against the passenger door you opened one of your road beers and propped your legs up next to you, expecting Dean to complain about feet on the seats, he looked at you, narrowing his eyes and pursing his lips, you winked and nudged his arm with your big toe, he trapped your foot between his arm and torso and started tickling, which made you begin kicking for escape, both of you hysterically laughing.

"HEY! Can we please stop trying to get into a car accident please!" Sam whined nervously.

"Aww sorry Sammy, just trying to have some fun" you giggled.

*****

"Dinner's ready guys!" you called out. The boys were starving and came thundering into the kitchen, being back home in the bunker meant that you could finally cook a home made meal for the first time in a week. You didn't have the same love for diner food that Dean had, but definitely liked it more than Sam, whose eyes lit up at the sight of your famous Lasagne with garlic bread and salad.

"Head to the bar for celebratory drinks tonight?" You questioned. Dean didnt even look up from his meal, just flashed you the thumbs up and kept eating.

"I'll sit this one out guys, i've got some reading to catch up on" Sam said casually.

"Yerr juchhh jejus chu jant cheep up jam" Dean attempted to speak with his mouth stuffed full.

"Uhhhm What?"

Dean munched slowly then repeated "You're just jealous you cant keep up with Y/N and I, you were almost passed out before we were even tipsy last time" Dean grinned triumphantly.

"Well not just that, I don't want to be left alone while you guys pick up random bar people and take the car without telling me like last time"

Dean looked over at you puzzled, "Do you remember that Y/N?"

"Nope" you shrugged your shoulders, trying to remember, "But it sounds like us"

"You guys are awful" Sam sulked as you giggled at Dean.

You went into your room and picked out some clothes, some flattering black jeans, black flats and your favourite T-Shirt. You styled your hair and put on some light make up. There was a knock on your door which you opened to find Dean who was wearing his usual attire, he didn't go to any effort to dress up, girls would usually throw themselves at him no matter what he looked like at the time.

"Ready Madam?" he questioned, bowing and offering his arm.

"You're not going to tell anyone I try to pick up lies like I have genital herpes again are you?" you crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows in suspicion, his face looked like one of a mischievous child.