Home Alone (Dean Winchester)

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Request: Hi, I really need some fluffy dean fiction right now. Mabey like the reader and dean having the bunker alone and just make silly stuff like pillow fight and building a pillow castle. If you could do this that would be so great. Requested by Anon.

Warnings: just fluff, mention of sex.

"Alright, I'm headed out" Sam took the bag that was full of weapons on the table where you were sipping on your drink and reading some article on the internet.

"Wait, where's Dean? Isn't he going with you?".

"He's not feeling well, which is weird. Dean is never sick. I don't know what's wrong" he informed you.

"I see... well, good luck and don't die?".

"I'll try" he chuckled.

You cleared your throat before entering Dean's room and crossing your arms.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Sick, huh?".

"What else was I supposed to tell him? That I wanna spend the day with my secret girlfriend alone?".

"Or you could've gone with him. What if it's dangerous?".

"Sweetheart, every hunt is dangerous. Sammy can take care of himself. Besides, it's just a ghost, so not that dangerous" he shrugged.

"Fine, but this is the last time".

"Don't you enjoy spending time with me alone?".

"Of course I do, but our relationship shouldn't affect our job. Besides, I think it's time we tell Sam".

"No, not yet. I don't know how he's gonna take it. I have to be prepared".

"Babe, he's your brother and my best friend. I think he'll be happy for us, but the longer we wait, the angrier he'll get for not telling him".

"Alright, I'll think about it. Now, can we do something fun?" He hend your hands and tried to drag you to the bed.

"Dean, Sex and drinking aren't always fun" you reminded.

"Fine. Then what do you suggest?" He pouted like a little child.

"I have an idea" you smirked.

"Hey, where are you going?" He got off his bed.

"Just follow me and bring all the pillows we have in the bunker".

After 20 minutes, you had built a big pillow fort. As you were working on the finishing touches, Dean being the child he is destroyed the fort with one single move.

"DEAN!" You yelled and the only reaction you got from him is his stupid childish grin.

You took one of the pillows that were now scattered on the floor and threw it at him hard.

"You did not just".

"I did. Whatcha gonna do about it, Winchester" you flashed your eyebrows and ran away. Dean chased after you and you ended up in the same place you started, with him on top of you hitting you slightly with a pillow.

"You're gonna destroy it" you laughed.

"I don't care" the feathers started coming out of the pillow and filled the floor.

"And now it's destroyed".

"What did you call me?" He was still playing with the pillow.

"Hmm.. Winchester" you bit your lip.

"I didn't quite hear that. Say that again".

"Winchester. My Winchester".

"I love it when you call me that" he started kissing your lips and neck. You ended up making love in the remains of the fort.

"That was fun" he expressed.

"You're only saying that because we ended up doing what you wanted" he lay on one of the pillows and you on his chest, with sheets covering you when the main door open, but you were too distracted to hear.

Sam cleared his throat and was shocked by the scene "what's going on here?" You  were still laying on Dean's chest and your fingers entwined.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Dean muttered and you covered yourself more, quickly.

"Sam, what are you doing here?" You nervously laughed.

"I live here".

"I mean, what are you doing here so soon?".

"Uhm, I got rid of the ghost. It's 9:30 guys" he informed you.

"What? We didn't even notice" you exclaimed.

"Yeah, no wonder. So, when were you going to tell me that you're together?" He crossed his arms.

"Can we uhm, like talk about this later? If you haven't noticed I'm not entirely clothed" you reminded.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry! I'll leave you to it. Just don't do- that- again- here and get a room you two".

After Sam left, you turned to face Dean, who had that same childish grin on his face. You rolled your eyes and threw him his pants and shirt.

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