Supernatural One Shots (Taking Requests)

Drunken Love

You heard the door the bunker shut as Dean came back from the bar. He was obviously very drunk as he staggered down the stairs and you wondered how he managed to drive back here. He was grinning as he came and sat down next to you and threw his arm around your shoulder.

"Hey baby." His words were slurred.

You shrugged his arm off of you and moved away slightly. "Dean, go to bed, you're drunk."

He moved closer and his grin got bigger. "Why don't you come to bed with me?"

You rolled your eyes in disgust. "Dean, you are really drunk."

True you liked Dean but you weren't going to do anything when he was drunk. It wouldn't mean anything to him the next day.

"Come on, baby. Just this once. I won't tell Sam."

"What does it matter if you tell Sam or not?" Sam was also out, getting supplies and food to restock the kitchen.

He shrugged and kept grinning.

You sighed. "Dean, I feel the same way but I'm not doing anything while you're drunk."

"Well if you feel the same way, then why not?"

You were getting real tired of this and kind of wished Sam would come back right about now. You stood up but there was a tug at your wrist. You tried to jerk it out of Dean's grip but he pulled you back down.

"Dean, stop." You couldn't think of anything else to say.

He moved right next to you and kissed you behind the ear, making a trail down your neck. His hands moved down your arms.

You tried to get away from him but he was stronger than you. You kicked him in the chest and he fell off the couch.

He jumped up, swaying a bit. "What the hell, (Y/N)?!"

"You have had too much to drink. You don't know what you're doing!"

"I thought I was making you happy!"

"What gave you that impression?"

"I thought you liked me!"

"I do! But just, not right now."

He took a step toward you and you took a step back,

"Stay away from me. Come back when you're sober." You started to walk away.

"Don't walk away from me!"

You picked up the nearest thing to you, a lamp, and threw it at him. He ducked and it went over his head.

He marched up to you but you didn't move. You glared at him and he glared back. He made a move and you felt a stinging on your cheek.

He had slapped you. Tears came to your eyes and blurred your vision.

You started to blindly throw punches. You could feel your fists hitting his chest. Soon you couldn't feel anything.

You wiped your eyes and looked at the door just in time to see Dean leave.

You felt the tears stream down your cheeks as you sank to the floor and cried.

You sat there for what seemed like hours but was only half an hour.

When the door opened again it was Sam. You didn't say anything but you heard him come near you. His arms wrapped around you and coaxed you off the floor and onto the couch.

"(Y/N). Tell me what happened."

You told Sam what went on between you and Dean.

He seemed understanding and let you cry on his shoulder. He kept his arms around you and he was about to say something when the door slammed shut.

You looked up to see Dean standing at the top of the stairs. His eyes were red.

Dean came down the stairs slowly and stood next to you. He reached down to put a hand on your shoulder but Sam stopped him.

"Dean..."

Dean looked at his brother and Sam left.

He sat in front of you and cupped your head in his hands.

"(Y/N), I am so sorry. You were right. I had a little too much to drink. I never should have come on to you like that."

"I'm sorry too. I over reacted. I didn't have to-"

You were cut off by Dean's lips connecting with yours.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it."

You nodded.

Dean grinned as he wrapped his arms around you and held you close.