Supernatural Imagines

angsty Christmas Dean x Reader

Title: All I Want for Christmas is You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 1078

Dean ruins the readers christmas, and is willing to do anything to make it up to her.

ENTIRE STORY IS DEAN's POV

"Fuck off, Dean," y/n snapped at me. She'd been pissed at me this whole hunt, and she won't tell me why. I didn't need her to tell me why, though. I knew she was mad at me for ruining her Christmas.

...

I groaned as I knocked on y/n's door. I could feel the frickin' Christmas cheer seeping under the door and into the rest of the bunker.

"Sweetheart," I muttered, opening the door. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the scene before me. Her room was like a damn Christmas scene, straight out of a department store. There was a tree in the corner, lights and garland covering the walls, fake snow dusting across the tops of her shelves and desk. But none of that was what took my breath away.

No, all I could see was y/n. Her y/h/c hair was up in a bun as she stretched to put an angel on the top of the tree. She was the Christmas sweater she bought me last year, so big it swallowed her, landing maybe 3 inches above her knee. She looked beautiful, and not to mention festive.

"Oh, hey Dean!" she smiled widely, handing me the angel in her hand. "Can you put the angel on the top of the tree?" she batted her eyelashes at me, giving a small pout, which she knew made me just as weak as Sammy and his puppy dog faces.

"Oh, yeah, of co- Is that Cas's face?" I ask looking down at the angel she pressed into my hand. There was a photo of Castiel's face taped onto the angel.

Her giggle filled my ears and I could feel my heart pang in my chest. "Of course it is, Bean." She watched, crossing her arms across her chest as I reached up and delicately placed the angel on top of the tree. I breathed in deeply, noticing the tree actually smelled of pine. "Air fresheners," she said before I could even ask, reaching in between two fake branches and pulling out a green tree-shaped car air freshener. I frowned softly, and I could tell she knew what was coming.

"We've got a hunt, sweetheart," I say, avoiding her eyes. She nodded softly, tears welling in her eyes.

"So, you're not gonna be home for Christmas?" she asked softly, her voice breaking as she shuffled away from me when I tried to reach out to her. "Don't, Dean," the anger in her eyes flashed as she pointed a finger at me. "You're leaving! The day before Christmas Eve, our first Christm-" she couldn't even finish her sentence before her body was shaking with sobs. With her guard down, I jumped at the opportunity to pull her into my arms as tears streamed down my face.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart," I pet the back of her head as I pressed a kiss to her forehead, "but you gotta come too."

...

I ran a hand across my face, wincing softly when my fingers grazed the still-healing cut from the ornament y/n threw at me as she packed her bag for the hunt.

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry," I tried, "I really tri-,"

"Just shut up Dean," she snapped. "I know. I'm being a brat. It's not your fault Sammy broke his stupid hand," she crossed her arms across her chest and sighed. "I just wanted one fucking Christmas with you guys, y'know? I haven't been back for long and we never celebrated before, and what if I go-"

"Stop it," I slammed my foot down on the break as I cut her off, pulling Baby over to the side of the road and throwing her into park before I turned to face y/n. "Don't finish that fucking sentence, sweetheart," I pulled her across the bench and into my lap, as she wiped the tears that were now streaming down both our faces. "You're not going back. I won't let that happen," I whispered as I kissed her nose softly. "And as for Christmas, we'll celebrate when we get back; decorate the whole bunker, even my room."

"Christmas is over, Dean," she grumbled as she climbed off my lap and back into her seat. "The hunt took two weeks, it's really not a big deal, so just-"

"It is a big deal sweetheart. It is... and y'know what? Christmas isn't over either. Christmas doesn't end until all the presents are opened and all the decorations are put away. We still got time sweetheart. So," I pulled back onto the road, flashing her a smile, "Let's throw on some Zeppelin and hurry back ho-"

"Fuck Zeppelin," she snapped, and I winced, not realizing she was still so pissed.

"FUCK ZEP- y/n, sweetheart, youre wearing a fucking Zeppelin shirt right now!" I grabbed my chest, pretending I was in pain, "how fuckin' dare you."

And there it was. That fucking smile. It had been too goddamn long since I saw that smile, and I felt my eyes well up with tears of joy. I finally made her smile, and it meant the fucking world to me.

"Yeah Dean, fuck Zeppelin," she couldn't contain the smirk on her face as she dug into the glovebox, pulling out a dusty casette with red and green writing on it. "You wanna make it up to me? Put this on, sweetheart," she thrust the cassette into my hand, and I popped it in without even a second thought.

I saw her hand was still reached out towards me on the seat, so I reached out and held it in mine as the first song came on. "Anything for you Sweetheart," I pressed a soft kiss to the back of her hand as she looked at me sweetly. She left her hand in mine as she stretched out across the seat, laying her head on my thigh as she started to hum along with the song.

I smiled softly as I glanced down at her. "Hey Dean?" she asked.

"Yeah sweetheart?"

She smiled, "Hold on a second, I gotta wait for the song to catch up," I rolled my eyes at her cheesiness as she sat up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the side of my face, right next to the cut. Then, she leaned close to my ear and sang softly, so softly I almost didn't hear her:

"All I want for Christmas is you."