One shots vol. VII (Seme male reader x Various)

Dean Winchester x SMR

Request from sclvatcre.

Dean and Sam were sitting in the bunker. They had a case with the wendigo involved to take care of. Sam said that they probably should pack up, but Dean was feeling lazy. He didn't feel like doing anything, even though he knew that his younger brother was right.

Their peaceful time was disturbed by someone entering the bunker. The Winchesters looked up and saw the familiar face of some h/c haired hunter walking down the stairs. Sam smiled lightly at his friend, while Dean scoffed. He could feel the air thicken.

-Sammy. - grinned Y/n.

-Hey N/n. - Sam hugged his friend. -Good to see you in one piece.

-Same. - he answered.

Y/n decided to ignore Dean, which immediately stirred his nerves as Sam and Y/n chatted away. He got up and started packing his beg with newly found motivation. He wanted to get away from Y/n as soon as he could.

-Hey, we are going on the hunt. - said Sam. - Do you want to join us?

-No. - barked Dean.

-Gladly. - smirked Y/n glancing at Dean with a smirk.

Dean only growled and stomped to Impala. Y/n chuckled at that and helped Sam gather his equipment. Once they were done they put everything in the trunk and got in the car. Y/n leaned in the backseat of Dean's beloved car, knowing very well that Dean was watching him. He could also see that Dean was getting more and more annoyed by the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.

-So N/n, what have you been doing lately? - asked Sam to break the silence.

-Nothing special. - said Y/n.

-Knowing you you've been getting into pointless fights and fucking everything that walks. - said Dean.

-Much like you do. - answered Y/n, making Sam laugh.

-I will feed you to this damn wendigo.- growled Dean.

Y/n only chuckled and waited until they arrived in the spot, where wendigo was seen for the last time. Y/n got his sword out and looked around cautious. Y/n got this blade from his guardian angel, it was capable of killing every demon and every creature that ever existed. Many wanted him dead to take the blade away from him, but no one could take him down. The blade granted him a lot of power, making him almost immortal.

-Dean, behind you! - warned Y/n, but it was too late.

Almost. Y/n jumped in front of Dean and let wendigo bite his hand. He quickly slices the wendigo's head off with his sword and watched as the jaws that were on his forearm let go and fell down next to the decapitated body of the wendigo. Y/n glanced at Dean. They were both panting, when Sam ran up to them.

-Are you guys okay?- he asked.

-Yeah. - nodded Y/n.

-Damn, you're bleeding. - he said when he noticed the wound on Y/n's forearm.

-It's just a scratch. - muttered Y/n.

-That scratch of yours will stain my car! - growled Dean.

-I don't give a fuck. - barked Y/n. -You're welcome for me saving your sorry ass.

Time skip

Sam insisted on taking Y/n to the bunker and patch him up. Even though Dean protested fiercely, he finally gave up. Y/n kept his wound wrapped up in his jacket. It was bleeding all the time, making Y/n complain about ruining his favorite leather jacket. Once they reached their destination, Y/n took the aid kit and started cleaning the wound. Then he wrapped the bandage around it and drew one of the signs from the sword's blade on the bandage. Y/n felt jolt running through his body for a short while. When it was over, he felt a bit better.