Supernatural | One-Shots

The Accidental Boner: Dean W.

Words: 750 
Warnings: Cursing, Slight sexual suggestion, Slight spoilers for 01x02 (Season 1 Episode 2)
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"Dean, watch yourself, you asshat!" The voice seemed distant and horsed as it shouted for the last few hours, "Dean, you're gonna get killed! It's fast and deadly, watch ya-self." (Y/P) voice grew closer and gentler. A soft hand touched the said person before it was ripped away and a small yell filled his ears.

"(Y/N)!" Dean's voice cracked as he chased the beast down the mine shaft. (Y/N) fought against it and got loose. (Y/P) ran but ended up getting trapped by Sam and the other three people. Sam quickly pulled (Y/N) behind him because (Y/P) can't die, not on Dean. The beast roared and Dean rounded the corner, shouting at it, "Hey!"

What looked like a flare was shot into its stomach. It screeched as they all watched it burn from the inside. The fire burnt their faces but they didn't care because the beast is dead. Sam was staring at Dean's shoulder but Dean was staring at (Y/N) as (Y/P) held (Y/P) left side. The body fell to the ground slowly as it burned away. Sam lead the three teenagers out of the mine as two of them carried the one who was taken by the Wendigo. Dean and (Y/N) followed right behind them.

(Y/N) whined as Dean pressed the cotton pat that was covered in rubbing alcohol against (Y/P) side that had three light scratches. They weren't deep enough for stitches but were deep enough to make (Y/P) uncomfortable to move around. Dean apologised as he gently added the plasters and wrapped the bandage around (Y/P) stomach and sides.

(Y/N) sighed as (Y/P) sat on his lap still shirtless. (Y/P) was wearing {a black sports bra and} a pair of black sweatpants, matching Dean [{other than he was wearing no shirt}]. (Y/P) took a cotton pad and put a little rubbing alcohol on it.

"It's going to burn, especially since it's dirty," (Y/P) warned softly and carefully rubbed it across the scratch. (Y/P) didn't think he got touched but it probably got him when it ripped (Y/N) away from him, "I'm so sorry, baby." Dean had whined and tightened his hold on (Y/P) hips. (Y/N) lightly pressed kisses around the scratch and at the based of his neck to try to ease the pain.

"Don't," Dean whimpered as his fingers formed fists at (Y/P) hips. (Y/N) stopped midway on putting a plaster on his shoulder. (Y/P) looked at his face to see it flushed, "You're doing... things to me..." (Y/P) was confused as (Y/P) wrapped the bandage around his shoulder.

"What's-" (Y/P) closed (Y/P) mouth midsentence as (Y/P) felt what he meant, "Oh. You're embarrassed. That's cute."

(Y/P) laughed softly as his face only flushed a darker shade of red.

"Hey... It's okay. I've been in the mood since the beginning of the day when you got out of the shower," (Y/N) muttered as (Y/P) hid (Y/P) face in his neck to kiss it again.

"AY, DEAN- (Y/N)! LET'S GO, WE NEED TO MEET WITH BOBBY FOR SOMETHING- I don't remember what though," Sam's voice echoed through the closed door.

"Cockblocker," Dean grumbled as he arms went limp around (Y/P) waist. (Y/N)'s giggles tickled the hair on his neck.

"He's so loud." (Y/N) pulled (Y/P) head back to look at Dean, "We have to wait anyway because of my wounds." (Y/N) teased with a straight face. Dean's face fell and a deadpan expression slide on it.

"You know that you'll be healed by tonight." Dean's darkened green eyes lit up, "Be ready for tonight, you goddess because it's on." Dean connected their lips together in a light embrace. (Y/N) rolled (Y/P) eyes as (Y/P) kissed him back.

"TODAY GUYS," a new voice echoed through the room and (Y/N) pulled back smiling.

"Dean, Dean, Dean." (Y/N) wiggled without thinking before jumping up, "Castiel's here! Get a shirt on and let's gooo!" (Y/P) tried to run out the door but Dean grabbed (Y/P) hand and carefully pulled (Y/P) back to him, making (Y/P) pout slightly.

"You need a shirt, (Y/N). I'm not saying I don't care if they see you shirtless, but that's exactly what I'm saying." Dean held one of his shirts out to (Y/P). (Y/N) rolled (Y/P) eyes but smiled at him as (Y/P) took the shirt.

"Yes, dad," (Y/N) mocked as (Y/P) gracefully slid down and rolled backwards away from him. He reached out to pull (Y/P) back but (Y/P) fell into the splits and jumped up, sticking (Y/P) tongue out at him.

"Don't call me that, you freak." Dean sighed as he followed the person out of the door.

"Whatever you say, dad."