Falling Hard (Dean x Reader) / On Hiatus

Chapter 3

Y/n's P.O.V

You are already falling in love with Dean Winchester. I mean, how couldn't you? You were strangely attracted to him when you first met, and now that you technically live with him, it's gotten worse. You would catch yourself staring when he was in the same room, smiling until you stopped yourself and went back to your work. I just wish I could tell him. You sigh, fiddling with your blanket on your bed. You had propped up the pillow against the headboard and were leaning against it, your legs underneath the blanket.  You get up out of your bed, shaking off the blankets, wanting to feel some sort of comfort. You walk the halls to Dean's room, not even pausing to open the door to his room. You sigh in content as you walk in, closing the door behind you. Dean is on a hunt, so you know he won't be back anytime soon. You plop down on his bed, smiling at the comfort and safety you felt in his room. You lie down on his bed, closing your eyes, and let your mind drift off. Soon enough, your mind is focused on Dean, and it makes you both smile and frown. I know he doesn't like me back, I mean, how could he? You sigh and instead focus on the soothing sound of his voice to bring you back to comfort. His throat clears, and it almost makes you jump at how real it seems. It clears again, and you open your eyes to find Dean standing over you. You jump up out of his bed to find yourself looking at Dean's chest.

"I-I.. sorry." you stutter and look down, feeling embarrassed for the second time today. He raises an eyebrow in question.

"What are you doing in my room y/n?" A pause, before a mischievous smirk sneaks onto his face. 

"If you wanted to have sex with me, you shoulda just told me." Another wink from Dean and your gaze shifts to the ground, your cheeks burning. 

"I..." You think of so many possible excuses. I was looking for something or I want my jacket back , and you almost pick one of them. But oddly enough, you didn't feel like you needed to lie to him, or make excuses even. You feel like you can just tell him anything and not feel insecure.

"Your room gives me comfort," you mutter before you can stop yourself. There's a silence, so you look up, only to find Dean chuckling at you. You pout and look back down, picking at your fingers. Dean sees your face and laughs.

"Come here," he says, taking you in his arms. You burrow into his chest, inhaling his scent, and wrap your arms around his waist. He pulls away and sits on the bed, propping up the pillow, before scooting over and patting the spot next to him.

"Come sit," he says, and you reluctantly sit down. You're on the edge of the bed, but he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him. You rest your head on his chest, feeling comfort and a sense of home. You close your eyes and listen to the thumping beat of his heart.

"So y/n," he says after a long period of silence. "What do you need comforting for? Is something wrong?" You open your eyes and look into his eyes, green pools of concern. 

"I... it's not really anything, I just sometimes feel like I'm alone in this world. I mean, come on, I just wake up in the hospital with no recollection of anything, no memory of friends, family, anyone I can turn to. It's a lot to take in sometimes..." you say, and just the bare reminder makes you hurt inside. You snuggle against Dean even more, tears threatening to spill out your eyes. He rubs your back and rests his chin on your head as a gesture of comfort. 

"It's okay, y/n, I'm here. You can trust me," he says, and you look up at him with watery eyes. He reaches down and kisses your forehead. You turn back to rest your head, eventually falling asleep to the beat of his heart.