Dreams - Dean Winchester x Reader Imagine -

Chapter 2

Deans POV:

Y/n rolled her eyes as I turned the radio on. I chuckled as she sighed at glared out the window.

"Someone didn't get enough sleep did they?" I ask nudging her arm. She glares at me with eyes that could burn someone's soul. "I'll take that as a no."

She laughed to herself as she pulled her pillow from the floorboard and tossed it on my leg. Her head rested on the pillow and used her jacket as a blanket. I turned the music down and before too long, she was asleep.

Sam woke up soon after y/n fell asleep. He saw y/n in asleep in my lap.

"So, when are you gonna tell her?" he asks, gesturing towards y/n.

"Tell her what?"

Sam chuckles. "Dean, it's obvious."

I stir in my seat, careful not to wake up y/n. "Never."

"So you're just gonna keep it all bottled up?"

"Been doin' it for a while."

"Ok. Whatever you do is your business," Sam says, laying back down.

I roll my eyes and focus on the road.

___time skip to the hotel in New Jersey___

Your POV:

You wake up to the Impala pulling into the motel parking lot. The clock reads 9:50.

"You really let me sleep that long?" I ask.

"Are you kidding me? No one dares wake the beast while she's sleeping," Dean says, getting out of the car. I punch him in the arm.

"Guys, we just got here. Let's not kill each other yet," Sam says, walking out of the lobby, holding one set of keys.

"What happened to my room?" I ask.

"Oh yeah. They only have one room with 2 beds."

"Ok well, I'll take the couch then," I sigh.

"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the couch," Dean says. His grin brings butterflies to my stomach. "Or, you know, we could share," he adds, winking. I scoff and roll my eyes, thankful that the dark is hiding my burning cheeks.

When we reach our door, Sam jingles the keys in the lock and the door creaks open to reveal a nice hotel room with silk sheets and a sectional couch in front of a coffee table.

"Hell, yeah. I'll take the couch," I say, flipping over the side and landing on my back on the couch. Dean laughs and settles down on his bed. Sam goes to the kitchen and sets up his computer for research.

"Really, Sam? We finally score a nice hotel room and you go straight to research?" Dean says, rubbing the silk sheets.

"Well, Dean, we still don't know what this thing is," Sam says, rubbing his eyes. You can tell he's exhausted.

I walk over to the table and shut his computer.

"Hey what wa-"

"I got plenty of sleep in the car. You didn't. I'll do the research. You and Dean need some sleep."

"But-" Sam tries to argue, but I give him a look that lets him know he's not going to win this fight. "Ugh. Fine," he says as he lays down on his bed.

Sam is out within 5 minutes. I get started on some research and glance over at Dean. He lays on his stomach, one arm under his pillow (probably clutching his knife) and the other rests under his head. Part of me wants to go lay down with him, to have his arms around me, keeping me safe.

I sigh and get back to my endless night of research.