Dean Winchester x Reader One Shots

He Should Have Told You ~ Part 2

It had been about two weeks since you had parted ways with the Winchester brothers. You didn't act like your normal self. Normally, you would be all giddy and happy but you just didn't have that in you anymore. It seemed that it had been just sucked right out of you. Of course the only person that you could blame was Dean. A part of you wished he had kept his mouth shut about his feelings for you but the other part of you was thankful that he did say something. You were torn in two and your husband noticed.

Yes you told him about Dean and Sam. Yes you told him that they had helped patch you up after kicking the hell out of some vamps. What you failed to mention was the fact that Dean was your ex...an ex that you couldn't get out of your mind.

All you could think about was Dean. He was like a drug. He was intoxicating. You longed to have his arms around you again. You missed him so much. You began to wonder just how you had survived being away from him for so long. This was how you felt years ago, this was why you loved him, he made you feel alive.

Wait...did you just say that you loved Dean? Oh hell you weren't going to down the L road, not now, not ever. Love was messy, love was bittersweet, love was evil. Love played games with your feelings and made you all warm inside; that wasn't natural.

A chill ran down your spine as you came back to reality. There, sitting down in front of you was your husband, he was waving his hand in front of you, trying to catch your attention. Lost inside your mind, you didn't notice that he had been talking to you.

"Are you alright? You've been acting off lately."

Oh shit you wished he didn't ask you that. There was no way that you were going to explain to your husband that oh you were just daydreaming about a certain hunter named Dean Winchester that you so want to devour with your mouth. Did you just think that? Yes, yes you did. Damn, you were bitten by the Dean bug.

You smiled at him, laying your hand on his across the table. "I'm alright honey, just a little tired."

"Well, we can head home if you want. We've already eaten and-"

"No." You cut him off rather rudely. You shook your head, calming your voice. "No it's okay. We can stay here a little bit more. Anyways, tell me how work is going?"

What you didn't realize, as you listened intently to your husband, was Dean and Sam enter through the doors of the restaurant. Sam walked infront of his brother, taking in the place. It was nice, probably nicer than others they've been in. Dean lagged behind, ready to sit down to feast upon a greasy burger and some pie...but as his eyes roamed around, he spots you. He stops dead in his tracks. Sensing that Dean wasn't following, he turned around. "Dean? You coming?"

Dean stays silent, continuing to stare across the dining room at you and your husband. Sam slides up next to him and looks in the same direction that Dean is. Then he understands. You and your husband were nestled at a table for two, hands twined together, laughing. Sam bumps Dean's arm whispering, "Dean. Come on. You can't just stand here watching them, it's a little stalkerish." Dean slowly turns his face to Sam and if looks could kill, Sam would have fallen dead to the floor.

Sammy clears his throat, his eyes diverting from his brother's back to you. It was at that moment that both Winchesters spotted you approaching, your husband in tow. "Oh shit," Sam cursed.

Dean only had one word and one word only to say. "Fuck."

Poor Dean tried to get out of your way so he wouldn't run into you but dammit more people piled in. He was stuck.

You hit something solid, being caught off guard. "I'm so sorry sir I-" Done. Those beautiful green orbs stared back into yours and that was it.

"Dean." Your voice was a little shaken, maybe even a bit breathless.