Supernatural One Shots

Wearing his flannel (Dean)

After a night alone in the bunker waiting on the boys to get home you end up in Dean's flannel, and not in your own bed.

Picture: That's the flannel that I pictured in my head but you can obviously imagine whatever flannel you might prefer.

This will jump between your point of view and Dean's.

Y/n = Your name.

Triggers: drinking, slight PG-13 sexual tension.

Your P.O.V.

I was alone in the bunker. Sam and Dean have been gone on a job for the last four days. I started drinking two hours ago, and I'm really starting to feel the effects. I've got music blaring, and I'm dancing around in my lace underwear and a tank top.

As I was dancing through the bunker I slid past a chair in the library. There was one of Dean's flannels. I smiled to myself and picked it up. It still smelled like him; whiskey, gunpowder and mint. Something in me said that I should put it on, so I did. I went back to dancing around, having the time of my life.

A little while later I started getting tired, so I shut off the music, grabbed a bottle of water and stumbled off toward our bedrooms.

I fell face first onto the bed, and my eyes fluttered shut quickly. My bed smelled different than it usually does. Then again, I'm drunk and not under the covers.

Dean's P.O.V.
Sammy and I got back to the bunker around 2:30. I walked in and put my bag on the counter before walking to go check on Y/n. I like to just make sure she's alright when we get back from a hunt before I settle in for the night. Truth be told I have a bit of a soft spot for her. Always have.

I opened her bedroom door a crack and peaked in. When I didn't see her in bed I threw the door completely open and turned on the light. She wasn't in here anywhere.

"Y/n?" I called. Nothing.

I went into the bathroom, still so sign of her. I went down to the couch and TV we set up a while ago; she sometimes falls asleep there. But the room was empty.

Okay, now I was getting pretty worried as I tore through the rest of the bunker.

As I walked past my room I caught a glimpse of something in there on my bed. I froze and looked inside. I relaxed; there she was.

She was sound asleep, face down on my bed wearing nothing but some lacy underwear and one of my shirts. I bit my lip, God she is so sexy.

I walked in, leaving the door open so I could see her in the darkness through the light from the hallway. I approached the bed, taking in her appearance. As I got closer to her I could smell the vodka on her.

I couldn't help but wonder why she was in my shirt, and here in my bed. Maybe it had something to do with the vodka, or maybe it was on purpose? I could only hope she would seek me out while she's drunk.

Her face was covered by her hair, so I reached out and carefully brushed it back. She was absolutely beautiful, even drunkenly passed out. She took in a sharp sudden breath and tried to sit up.

"Easy there bug. You smell like you had a few too many drinks. You're in my bed, it's alright. You should sleep it off." I said softly and pulled the blanket open. I guided her into it, making myself not touch those exposed hips as she moved.

She snuggled in and sighed happily. I bent down to kiss the top of her head, but as I pulled away and went to leave she grabbed my arm. "Dean? Stay with me."

I smiled. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I nodded, "Sure thing, Y/n." I said and climbed into the bed behind her.

She rolled over and cuddled into my chest, sighing again with a slight smile.