Supernatural Oneshots

Parents>> Dean

Prompt: you bring Dean home to introduce to your parents.

Y/n's POV:

Let's get one thing fucking straight. Hunting sucks ass. I rest my case.

You tapped the steering wheel nervously as you drove down the highway.

"Dude, calm down. I'm the one that should be stressing." Dean tells you placing a hand on your thigh.

"Yeah, but still. Their gonna want to know about you. And you suck ass at lying boyfriend of mine." You say side-eyeing him.

"I lie professionally." He defends.

"Yeah, when you're on a case and you have a cover story. You can't lie on spot for the life of you!" You exasperate.

"Okay, fine then. Let's make a cover story." He says. You nod.

"Okay, where do you work?" You ask.

"Uhh, policeman?" He suggests.

"Okay, okay that's works. Uhh, your parents? What was your childhood like?" You ask.

"Uhh, my dad was abusive so... instead of becoming him I wanted to stop people like him." He offers.

"Okay, that sounds legit." You breathe out. "And, how about Sam followed in your footsteps?" You say turning a corner.

"Yeah, good, good." He says. "Uhh, were do we live?" He asks.

"An apartment in St. Louis, Missouri." You say. He raises an eyebrow at you. "There is a high crime rate there, it makes sense." You sigh. He nods. "Where do I work?" You ask.

"Uhh, you're a tattoo artist?" He asks. You did have quite a few tattoos, and drawing was a fun hobby.

"Sure, yeah I can roll with that." You shrug. "And we met when you wanted a tattoo done."

"Yeah! It could be the one I have on the back of my neck. He says. You nod. He had an uncolored rose tattoo on the back of his neck.

(I know he doesn't but I think it would be cool)

You pull up to your parents' house and let your head fall back as you take a deep breath.

"Hey, everything is gonna be okay." Dean coos. You nod.

"Yeah, it'll be fine." You falsely assure yourself.

"Dude, breath." Dean chuckles. You let out a dry laugh and take a deep breath.

Dean gets out and goes to open your door. He offers you a hand and you accept it gladly.

You slowly make your way to the front steps.

Your family isn't the most supportive. That's putting it lightly.  Your younger sister had always been the golden child that everyone loved.

Got good grades, went to college, was gonna be a doctor. The whole shabang.

You tried to go to college but when your roommate gets killed by a werewolf fate pulls you in another direction.

That's how you had met Dean. Not, in a tattoo parlor.

You raised your fist to knock on the door and he gently rapped your knuckles against the dense wood.

You hear the shuffling of footsteps before an elderly woman opens the door.

"Y/n! How are you, my dear!" She exclaims wrapping her arms around you.

"Hi, mom." You say fake excited, returning the gesture.

"And who is this lovely man you've brought with you!" She exclaims.

"Mom this is Dean, my boyfriend." You introduce.

"Hello, ma'am," Dean says warmly. Dean goes in for a handshake but your mom takes a hug instead. He slowly hugs her back in surprise.

"Your such a nice boy! I never thought y/n would ever find someone that loves her." Your mom says.

Thanks for that. *insert sarcasm*

"I find that hard to believe, such an amazing girl doesn't come around all the time," Dean says to her. You mentally fist pump.

"Oh! Well come in, come in." Your mom ushers you both inside. You see your dad sitting on the couch.

"Y/n! How are you." He says gruffly as he stands to give you a hug.

"I'm alright." You say hugging him back.

"And this is?" He asks motioning to Dean.

"Uh, my boyfriend, Dean." You say. Your dad nods.

"Sir," Dean says holding a hand for your dad to shake.

"You've got a firm handshake, son." Your dad notes.

"So I've been told, sir," Dean says. Then the doorbell rings.

"Oh! Amy!" Your mom exclaims.

Here comes the golden child.

Dean and you sit on the couch. Dean wraps an arm around your waist and you smile. You lean into his side and rest your head on his shoulder.

Then in walks a short, strawberry-blond girl, with bright green eyes. Did I mention she also had the family's looks?

Hey at least I got a hot boyfriend

Suck on that fuck truck.

"Oh! Hi, y/n!" Your sister says with fake happiness. I just jerk my head upwards.

"Sup."

"And who is this gentleman?" She asks.

"This is Dean, my boyfriend." I introduce. She saddens before quickly smiling again.

Oh shit.

She just plops her small ass on the couch right next to Dean. He slowly scoots closer to me but she moves right along with him.

"Do you know where the nearest bathroom is?" Dean asks you. That phrase was your guys' code for "help me the fuck out".

"Yeah, just this way," I say standing to show him.

"Oh, I can show him, sissy!" Amy says putting on her fake 'cute' voice.

"I can show him, and don't call me that." You say taking Dean's hand. You lead him down the hallway and you turn the corner so they can't see you anymore.

"Oh thank you so much." Dean breaths. "She was practically CRAWLING on me." He says placing a hand on his forehead.

"I know right?!" You laugh. He flushed the toilet to make it sound like he used the bathroom. He presses a kiss to your cheek before heading back out to where your family sits.

The rest of the evening goes relatively smoothly other than your sister not leaving Dean alone. Dinner was awkward but they bought your story.

Your sister was calling bull shit and wanted to see the tattoo we mentioned. She just huffed and crossed her arms when she saw it was real.

You closed the door to the Impala and let your head fall back.

"Let's not do that again for at least 5 years," Dean says.

"Deal." You say shaking Dean's hand before pulling him to you and kissing him.