An Angel In Hell (Dean X Reader)

Black Jack

The night was horrible, one of the worst nights of your life. Not because of the chair but because of all of the nightmares you had. The same dream again. You woke up dripping with sweat and a really bad migraine. " I need a shower." You grumbled throwing the blanket off of yourself and getting out of the arm chair.

Dean was still sleeping at the moment, looking peaceful as ever, as if he hadn't had a single nightmare. You grabbed a fresh outfit and headed for the bathroom. You turned on the water and removed your garments as the water warmed up. After a few moments you stepped inside, your body relaxing as soon as it hit the water. You began scrubbing away, your mind clearing away all of its worries.

Fifteen minutes later you were out drying yourself with a towel. You felt much better after the shower. You really hoped that the dream you had that night wouldn't be a recurring thing. You dressed yourself, brushed your hair and teeth and exited the restroom, expecting Dean to be awake now.

As you had predicted he was up, rinsing his face on the little sink next to your dresser. He opened his eyes and saw you through the mirror. He ran a hand through his face as he waved. "Mornin'." He said drying his face. "Good morning." You replied with a smile. Dean stared at you for a moment, he had been awaken in the middle of the night by your whimpers. He noticed that you had been having nightmares. He contemplated asking you about last night but didn't want to bother you or seem like a creep so he kept quiet.

"So you're back." He said drying his hands and putting the towel back in it's hook. "Yeah." You said swinging your arms back and forth, clapping your hands when they were in front of you. "How'd it go?" "Um it was.... terrible, why lie to you. We talked over a glass of whiskey, but then I told him that I wanted him to show me around, and he took that as a yes for his offer and kissed me and it was gross but I had to go with it you know? So then he began to give me a tour of the place? But I absolutely learned nothing because he kept showing me thousands of torture rooms and when he was finally going to show me the good stuff, we were interrupted by one of the stupid demons! And now Crowley is going to be gone for the next couple of days." You finished your rant with a huge sigh. 

Dean had a dumbfounded expression on his face. "Yeah, I know." "Well, sounds like we're gonna have to wait it out." He shrugged. "Yeah." "Good news though, no one's said anything about your escape so that's good." You smiled. "That's good." Dean chuckled.

"Alright well, it's going to be a long couple of days." You began as you slumped on your bed. "We can't really go out or do much." You began. "But! We can play cards!" You said jumping out of bed and digging through your dresser for your old deck of cards. That thing had been your best friend on the most boring of days. "Cards??" Dean furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah, you know, Black Jack, Spoons, Goldfish?" The hunter rolled his eyes. "I know card games!" He crossed his arms taking the deck from your hands. "Careful! That thing is one of my most priced possessions!" You snatched back the deck. He gave you a 'really' Face. "A deck of cards? Really?" "Hey I get bored a lot down here. "Alright alright, did you say Black Jack?" "Maybe..." you glared at him.

"Lets play then!" He clapped his hands, propping himself against the side of your bed. You chuckled walking over to you leg rest and pushing it over to where Dean was to use it as a table. You walked over to your mini fridge and pulled out two beers before plopping yourself across from Dean. "Here." You said handing him the beer. "Thanks." He said once again amused. "Alright, you're dealer."  You said handing him the cards and taking a swig of your beer. "Sounds good." He took the deck of cards and began shuffling them. "Oh wait I don't have playing chips." You frowned. "Um, do you have something that we can use?" You thought for a moment. "Oh, I know!" You said jumping on your feet and running to the other side of the bed. You grabbed a little trashcan filled with beer caps from all the beers you had drank in the past. "We can use these." You said seating back down on the floor. "You drank all of these?" He gave you a skeptical look. "Like I said, I get bored a lot." He pursed his lips into a line. "Alright then are we gonna play or not?" You said annoyed. "Yeah Yeah, you divide the chips while I shuffle." "Okay."