Dean X Male Reader One Shots

'Til The End Of The Line

The lyrics in italics are the english translation to Boy With Luv by BTS

I'm curious about you, how's your day?

Oh, tell me(Oh yeah oh yeah ah yeah ah yeah)

What makes you happy?

Oh, text me(Oh yeah oh yeah ah yeah ah yeah)

"Dean? Are you home?" You shut the bunker door with your butt, your arms full of groceries. You carefully make your way down the steps, avoiding the still obvious blood spot on the floor. You set the groceries down on the kitchen counter and you hear a bang from the other room. You quietly pull your gun from its holster at your back and creep out of the kitchen. You creep towards the sound's origin and when you open the door gun drawn you see Dean sprawled on the floor. You holster your gun and stand in the doorway. His crappy headphones are on his head and he appears to have been dancing before he ungracefully toppled over. He looks up at you and grins.

"Hi, hon! Home from the grocery store? Did you remember my pie?" You laugh and help him up, standing nose to nose with him.

"You've fallen because of your ungraceful dancing and you want to know if I remembered pie?"

"Yes, dear. I have priorities." He pecks your lips and steps back, resuming his dancing.

Your every picture

I wanna have under my pillow, oh, oh, bae

Come be my teacher

Teach me everything about you

Your one, Your two

You go back to the kitchen putting away the groceries and setting stuff aside for dinner. Dean strolls into the kitchen still wearing his headphones. He bops around for a minute before digging in the fridge and coming out with a beer. Sam walks in and stops in the doorway, looking at his brother with scrunched eyes.

"Dean, what are you doing?" He steps past you and rifles in the fridge as well. He comes out drink in hand, still giving Dean a mirthful look. Dean, not paying him a lick of attention, continues to dance around the kitchen making a fool of himself. You're slicing tomatoes for tonight's dinner when the bunker shakes. The knife slips and you cut your finger. You glance around and up as you suck on your finger, hissing in pain. Dean takes his headphones off and glances at Sam.

"What the hell was that?" Sam shrugs.

"Beats me," They both draw their guns and head for the front. You suck on your finger for a moment longer, and then draw yours. You follow closely behind the brothers and halt when Dean holds up a hand. He slowly peeks around the corner and you can almost see the annoyance start to build.

"Ketch get the fuck out of our bunker. And please for the love of God take your assassin goons with you." You sigh and put your gun away going back to the kitchen to resume your task.

Listen my my baby

I'm flying high up in the sky

(With the two wings you gave me back then)

Now it's so high up here

I want you tuned into my eyes

Yeah, you makin me a boy with luv

You hear voices approach the kitchen and turn your back to the door. Fucking Ketch. Why did it have to be him?

You stir the pan before you, wishing you would disappear when you hear combat boots enter the kitchen.