DEAN WINCHESTER
NOT MY GIF.
Storyline: You were stuck in a hotel room while the boys were out hunting. You decided to dance around, wearing only one of Dean's button-up shirts without knowing the boys were back.
Pairings: Dean x Reader
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"We'll be back soon." You grabbed Dean's arm and pulled him back for a kiss. "What am I supposed to do while you guys are out?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. You can dance, drink, sleep, but I've got to go." Sammy tossed you a book before leaving you in the room. "I've read it twice already!" You shouted. They were probably laughing from the other side of the door. You thought about going out to get something to eat, but knowing Dean, he'd be pissed that you left the room.
You understood their work, but you hated that they couldn't take you on hunts. You grabbed a couple of CDs off the night-table. Kansas, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Bon Jovi. I could dance, you thought. And Dean did suggest it. You got out of bed and grabbed one of Dean's shirt. You found the stereo and plugged in a disk. The rhythm of Livin' On a Prayer takes control of your body. You danced like a madman, grabbing the remote as a microphone. You jumped on the bed and moved your body to the beat. "Woah, we're halfway there. Woah, livin' on a prayer. Take my hand. We'll make it, I swear. Woah, livin' on a prayer!"
At some point, you managed to find a pair of sunglasses. After multiple songs, you jumped down and fell back on the bed laughing. "God, I love this band." You exhaled. "God, I love this woman."
You stood up immediately. "Argh! When did you guys come back?" You stopped the music turning towards the two brothers watching you. "No, Y/N, put it back on!" You smirked.
"You liked the show, Dean?" He looked at you then smiled, nodding his head. "What's not to like? My girl is dancing to one of my favourite songs, wearing nothing but my shirt."
Sammy just laughed. "You're quite a dancing queen, Y/N."
