#DEAN WINCHESTER
ONE-SHOT [beware it's long] + gifs aren't mine
Storyline: You and the guys had a job to do involving Dean's ex-flame Lisa Braeden and her son. After doing some research, you realized that Ben's father was Dean. The kindhearted person you are told Dean to take some time off to get to know his son and finally get a glimpse of what family time means. You leave with Sam continuing to hunt down creatures, demons and spirits. Three months in, you get attacked by a crocotta. After hearing about this, Dean comes back.
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After getting rid of the changelings, we decided to crash at a motel. We needed to wash and get some sleep before hitting back the road. I throw a bag on the double-sized bed while Sam takes the single. Dean entered with food as he talks on his phone. "No problem! We'll see you tomorrow. Yes, I'll tell them. Good night, Lisa." The need to know who was at the other end of the line disappeared as I hear her name.
"What did Lisa say?" Sam suddenly asked, coming out of the bathroom. By the steam coming out of the door, he had already showered. "Lisa invited us for dinner tomorrow. It's her way to thank us for saving Ben." Sam and I agreed to it because we haven't eaten a home-cooked meal since forever, and we needed something other than junk food in our stomachs. I went in the shower, and Dean followed. He kissed my back before I fall back onto his chest.
"You're perfect," he whispered, pecking my lips. He slapped my ass as I grabbed a towel. "Dean!" I slip on one of his Metallica tee-shirt before crawling into bed. "Hey, Sam?" I whispered. I needed to get something off my chest, and Sam was the perfect confidant. "What did you think of Ben?"
"Ben? He's the bravest kid I've ever met. Why? What did you think of him?" I looked at him type something on his computer. What could he possibly be typing? We don't even have a job yet. "Y/N?"
"I think he looks and acts a lot like Dean at this age," I admitted. Sam suddenly understood what I meant. He shrugged. Sam was about to say something else, but Dean came out of the bathroom running straight in bed, gluing his body to mine. "You smell nice," Dean whispered against my hair before kissing me. "Night, Sammy."
I couldn't sleep. I kept wondering about Ben's father's whereabouts. What if it's Dean? I mean, it's not impossible. God, I need to know! I wiggled out of Dean's arms, slipped into a pair of leggings and grabbed my coat. I sat outside the room, dialling Ash's number. It's three in the morning; I'm sure he's not sleeping. That boy never sleeps. "Y/N, babe! What do you need? I'm all yours." I chuckled at his enthusiasm. "I need you to search for something off the books."
"I'm listening," he said. I told him about the case we were working on and the back story of Lisa and Dean. I told Ash I believed that Dean was the kid's father, but I had no way of finding out unless he pulls me his paternity test results. I heard Ash's computer keys being hit. "I got it. Blablabla, the alleged father being Dean Winchester, is not excluded as the biological father. Yeah, Dean's got a kid. I'm sorry, Y/N. Would you like a copy?" Ash confirmed the theory I had about Dean and Ben. "No, thanks, Ash. Can you forget that I've ever called you tonight?" He agreed and hung up immediately. I sit outside for a few more minutes before joining Dean back in bed.
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I tried waking up before the guys, but Sam beat me to it. He brought in some bagels and coffee. "Morning, Sammy." I sat across him and looked through John's journal. "Y/N about yesterday's conversation, I don't think—" I stopped him.
