Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Swimming Partner (Dean x Reader)

Water. It's your best friend.

The pool has and always will be your number one place to go. Swimming helps you relax, it helps you think, it helps you in ways some people can't. This all probably stems from your competitive swimming days, before this life. You used to spend hours on end in the water, getting better times, perfecting techniques and more. Most people probably would hate the water after all of the training you've been through, but it was your escape.

Now, you're lucky if a little motel you're holed up in with the Winchesters has a pool.

It always makes your heart skip a beat and you get excited when you see a pool, no matter the size, at a motel you pull into. The brother's always laugh at your reaction, every time. You just brush it off. If they had an escape like this, they would understand.

Thankfully, with being a hunter, work always runs late. You always get the pool to yourself to do laps, time yourself to see if you can still keep up with your old self, and you didn't have to walk around half naked in front of people.

Since joining the Winchester's and the hunting life, your old exercise and diet regime flew out the window. Yeah, hunting is definitely exercise between chasing, fighting, and killing the supernatural, but it also leaves little room for a healthy diet. A lot of your time is spent sitting in the impala, grabbing any food that you can whether its microwaveable from a gas station or burgers from a burger joint, causing you to gain some weight.

It was a noticeable gain, but the Winchester's never said anything. They valued you on your intelligence and ability to kick some supernatural ass, not on how you looked.

After a long hunt with Dean, you are happy to see a pool at the motel you both are pulling into. Sam is off with their mom, Mary, helping her with a coven of witches while you and Dean are off to do a salt and burn. A milk run for both of you by now.

You try to contain your excitement while Dean gets a room. You slightly bounce in the seat, already imagining the cool water encasing you, erasing your worries and giving you momentary relief. Dean sinks back into the impala, handing the room key to you and silently drives towards your room. You throw yourself into the room, leaving Dean behind. You want to get changed as quickly as you can.

Your heart sinks while you're pulling your bathing suit out of your duffle on your bed and Dean softly speaks to you, "You know. I might go swimming with you, Y/N."

You drop the suit back in your bag, hoping Dean doesn't notice, "I don't think I'll go out and swim this time."

Dean scoffs behind you, "Y/N, I know you. You want to get in that pool." You can hear him walk towards you while you're still staring down at the suit hidden in your bag, "I even went to this hotel for just the pool," you can feel him close to you, warmth radiating off his body, "for you."

You turn around, Dean closer to you than you thought, "I just don't want to tonight," you shrug your shoulders.

You can tell he isn't convinced, it's written all over his face as he speaks, "You're lying Y/N, let's go! Go kick my ass in the pool."

You smile, knowing you definitely would beat him in a race, but your inner demons and thoughts won't let you. You bite on your lip, "I think I'll just head to bed Dean."

You start to walk away from him when he grabs your arm, "Y/N. Stop," he pulls you around to face him, his bright olive eyes burning into your Y/E/C ones, "Why won't you swim with me?" You avoid his gaze, causing him to push further, "Y/N. What is it? C'mon, you can tell me."

You sigh and look towards the oldest Winchester, "I just," you pause, biting on your lip, "I'm self-conscious about how I look in my swim suit."

Dean's face twists with confusion, "Why? There's nothing wrong with your body."