Supernatural One Shots (Smut possible)

Regarding Dean (Dean x Reader)

You sat at the motel table, head in your hands as Dean walked around the room trying to name objects. Sam was following closely behind, sighing and scribbling on a sticky note pad every time Dean named something wrong.

You were sick to your stomach and your heart was breaking while you were watching the man you loved slip away. You only knew that it was going to get worse.

A knock on the door broke you from your troubled thoughts. You got up, watching the boys as you opened the door revealing Rowena on the other side, "Hello boys, Y/N." You nodded towards her as she entered your room.

Dean looked at her quizzically, "Who's she?"

She looked between you and Sam, "Looks like the spell is progressing, I see."

You and Sam looked at each other, focusing back on the witch as Dean approached her. He smiled, tugging at a strand of her hair, "Her hair. It's so bouncy!"

Rowena smiled, "Why, thank you!" She turned towards you and Sam, "Do we have to fix him?"

Sam cocked his head to the side "Rowena," his tone dark with warning. You in turn stared daggers into her wretched soul for even lightly joking. Of course Dean needed to be fixed.

She sighed, turning her attention back towards Dean as she grabbed his hand, checking him over. "Those glyphs you found, are an archaic form of Celtic magic." She continued on, but your attention was not focused on what she was saying.

You were focused on Dean.

You could see his light and mind diminishing, quickly. You were hunters. You knew that this life didn't end pretty, but you never thought Dean's would end this way. A literal vegetable.

Rowena and Sam walked to the other side of the motel room to talk while you sat with Dean on the bed watching Scooby Doo. You couldn't help but smile at the innocence this dreadful curse placed on him. He beamed at Scooby, laughing at the ridiculous things the talking dog and his gang did.

Your mind wandered, wondering what would become of things if Dean couldn't be saved. How would you and Sam cope without the eldest Winchester? Sure, Dean may be an arrogant ass sometimes, but he was your family. You both needed him as much as he needed you guys.

You knew you wouldn't be able to cope. His death, especially like this, would kill you.

In that instant, you regretted never being open with Dean about how you felt. It's like all that usual rom com shit that old bitties love. You were pining after the man that you worked with, but never did anything about it. You were too scared to ruin your friendship with him. You'd rather have Dean as a friend than not have him at all.

Sam took Dean into the bathroom to talk alone, leaving you with Rowena. You stared at the TV, Scooby Doo still playing, when Rowena broke your attention from the cartoon. "Oh dear, Y/N."

"What the hell do you want Rowena," you words dripping with venom.

She chuckled, "No need to be nasty, Y/N. I just feel sorry for you."

You tore your eyes from the screen, hateful disdain emanating towards the witch, "You feel sorry, for me?"

She nodded, crossing her hands delicately in front of her, "It's hard to watch the man you love fade away."

You stared at her, dumbfounded, "How-," you were cut off by Sam leaving the bathroom.

Rowena quickly bounded towards Sam, "How is he?"

He shook his head, "Oh, like you care." He sat on the end of the bed with you, "You know, I've seen my brother die, but watching him not become him? This might actually be worse."