Title: Waiting game

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word count: 4162

Published: 12 July, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I wrote this little piece for @ holylulusworld​'s 10K followers challenge on tumblr. 

Being Dean Winchester's best friend was something you never knew you needed, until it actually happened. You tagged along the boys on a Wendigo hunt years before and since then, you were inseparable. You loved their humour, their sarcastic remarks, the way they tried not to suffocate each other when one seemed to talk nonsense endlessly.

It wasn't just fun though. You were first to experience their pain, their suffering, the responsibility they took on as hunters. You tried to help them along as well as you could, but you couldn't imagine the hurt they had to go through. They got hit by the Angels from above, Hell opened up under them when Lucifer, Michael and countless damons attempted to obstruct them. It was an endless fight and they seemed to be always in the middle of it.

Dean was always closer to you. At first you were at each other's throats none stop, 24/7, 365 days a year. Sam was whining about his brother and your ridiculous relationship on a daily basis. Luckily, a couple of months into hunting together, things have changed and since then, hanging out with Dean has become a necessity.

You knew, he was looking at you only as a mere friend, but honestly you were fine with it. Or at least you thought you were. You loved him more, than to ever reveal your feelings. You needed him by your side.

You were sitting on top of Dean's bed, head laid against his shoulder, legs pulled under yourself as you watched the series on the telly. Watching might have been an exaggeration. You were looking at the screen indeed, but your eyes weren't focusing, nor was your brain. You were listening to his deep sighs, his muffled yawns, the way his hands played with the popcorn in the metal bowl on his lap. You pretended to care about whatever was on, but if he asked you, you wouldn't have been able to tell what happened even in the first 2 minutes.

You sat up straight and stretched your body, feeling your side going numb by staying in the same position. Letting out a silent yawn, you covered your mouth with your palm, before you turned to Dean. His eyes were fixed on the tv, his hand frozen in movement, holding a grip of popcorn. His tongue ran across his parted lips as he concentrated on the rather uninteresting storyline.

You didn't want to disturb him, you stood up from the bed and started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" He shot up from his bed, placing the bowl on his nightstand. His curious gaze was adorable, but you never dared to tell him. He would just have a go at you about how manly he was, which you didn't have to be told to realise.

"I think I'm just going to hit the bar. I'm bored and I don't feel like sitting in." You shrugged nonchalantly. If you were to be honest, it wasn't that you didn't want to stay and cuddle up to his side comfortably, because you wanted nothing more. You just needed to clear your head, before you decided to do anything you would have regretted later.

"Do you want me to go with you?" He asked, but you quickly shook your head.

"No, it's fine. I just need to get out a bit." You smiled gently. He stood up from his bed, walked up to you and hinted a soft kiss on top of your head as he engulfed you in his strong arms, pulling you into his chest. He did that a lot, but you didn't mind. You loved how much he cared for you, even if you usually scolded him for trying to protect you even from a little wind.

"Take care, yeah? Message me, if you see anything suspicious." He stated firmly. You just chuckled lightly at his protective behaviour.

"I think I'm good. You tend to forget that I am a hunter too." You smirked confidently.

"I know you are and a really good one at that, but let me worry, okay?" He spoke, but you just rolled your eyes as you painfully pulled away from his hug.

"Yeah... yeah..." You replied as you walked out of his bedroom and headed to your own to put on some cloths that were meant to be worn outside. You didn't think wearing an oversized ACϟDC t-shirt, which you stole from Dean and a pair of red Micky Mouse shorts were the best outfit for a bar.

As you got ready you walked up to the garage, threw your bag to the backseat of Baby 2 as Dean creatively named your car. It was a black 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS, which resembled to Dean's car quite well, except that it was smaller.

You drove to the closest bar, which you usually used with the boys when you all got fed up with the bunker. It's not that you didn't like your living space, you just felt suffocated sometimes and the bar was a perfect escape route.

You walked in, listening to an old Queen song on the jukebox. Your usual table was luckily empty. While walking, you looked at the bartender who was a blonde woman of your age. She didn't even ask what you needed, she knew you already. You always started off with a bottle of beer, before getting to the hard stuff, whiskey, neat.

You sat down in the booth and took out your laptop, searching for a case. You have not been on a case for a week or so and you felt frustrated. You needed rest, or at least that's what Sammy said, but a couple of days would have been perfectly enough. But here you were, almost over a week and all of you were just sitting in your rooms, doing nothing. Or you just didn't want to know what they did, after all.

You went from website to website, searching for news out of the ordinary. While you were deeply concentrated on the post you have been reading, the woman silently brought your beer and left you without a word. You exchanged a quick smile, but before you knew it, your eyes were back on the screen.

You must have been sitting there for a good 15 to 20 minutes before you finally found a case in Pittsburg, Kansas. It was close by and it seemed to be a simple salt and burn by the first look. You went onto another sites to check if anything else came up. You needed some kind of a rush, like drug addicts need their dose. You felt a presence next to you, but you just ignored it, hoping for the person to realise that you were not interested.

"Hey sweetie!" He slurred his words. His beer belly was the first thing that came into your view, followed by a beard that had leftover food stuck in it, making your stomach churn. You didn't want to breath in, you had a negative feeling about it, but you were forced to. You wished you didn't. He smelled of sweat, oil and some kind of a sour aftertaste, making you scrunch up your nose. "You wan' company?" He asked with the widest grin, showing off his rotten teeth, or whatever left off them.

"I'm good, thanks." You replied, turning away from him, but he didn't move.

"I think ya do." He scoffed, his grin still sat across his face.

"As I said I'm good. I do not need company." You repeated yourself firmly.

"I still think you do." He hissed this time, getting hold of your shoulder. His touch made you feel violated. You shot up from your seat, forcefully removed his hand from your shoulder and turned his arm behind his back, before you kicked him on the back of his knee, making him fall to the ground. A loud cry left his lungs, but you didn't care. He didn't take into consideration, that you didn't want to breath the same air with him either.

"I said, I don't need company. Which part did you not understand?" You asked as you pushed him forward, making him fall over to the wooden floor. You heard loud clapping from the side. Your head quickly turned, getting ready to punch the person making fun of you. However your bad mood quickly disappeared as Dean smirked at you proudly. Sam stood behind his brother with a cheerful smile across his face. You shook your head at their reaction, but you couldn't hide the little smile that was forcing its way across your lips.

"That's my girl." Dean spoke as he sat beside you, while Sam took the seat across the table. Your heart skipped a beat at his words, trying to hide how much you wanted it to be true. His green orbs looked into yours, his facial expression changing to a more serious one. "I think I told you to message me if there's something suspicious." He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Dean!" Scolding him has become a usual thing since you had to deal with his protective ass. "It was just a drunk idiot. I'm quite certain that I can deal with that." As you rolled your eyes, he let out a defeated sigh, knowing that you were indeed right. "Anyways, I found a case for us." You told them, but it simply earned a growl from Dean.

"Yeah, where?" Sam asked as he turned your laptop around. However you ignored him and turned back to Dean.

"We have not been on a hunt for a week, Dean. It's time to get your ass out of your bed. This break thing is a bad influence on you." You scoffed at him.

"Maybe if you were in my bed too, you wouldn't be so grumpy." He chuckled, but you just gave him an annoyed look. He didn't have to know that it has crossed your mind, not once. You just ignored his comment and concentrated on Sam, but he didn't like your silence. "Not a reply? Nothing? Not even a smart ass comment? I'm disappointed." He smirked confidently.

"It doesn't even deserve a reply." You spoke with a rather bored tone, not even looking at him.

You and Sam started discussing the case, but you couldn't shake the feeling of being stared at. You lifted your head and turned to Dean who kept his gaze on you. You furrowed your brows as if you were asking him what he wanted, but he just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and continued to keep his eyes on you. Uncomfortable didn't even begin to cover what his eyes on you made you feel. You kept fidgeting in your seat, trying to concentrate on Sam, as if that helped. You were at a tipping point, you couldn't handle his eyes on you anymore. You never have, but in that moment you wished he was watching the bartender.

"Stop staring at me!" You raised your voice, looking at the older Winchester with wide eyes.

"I don't want to." He smirked.

"Well, I don't really care." You scoffed and wished to remove that cocky grin from his face. "It's annoying."

"I don't mind." He replied, completely ignoring your pleading.

"What is wrong with you?" You asked getting worked up about his behaviour.

"Nothing." He shrugged again, making you want to rip your hair out. Heaving a deep sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair and turned back to Sam to continue your previous conversation. However Dean's eyes were still on you relentlessly. You groaned at the uncomfortable feeling and closed your laptop in front of Sam. He looked at you with questioning, rounded eyes.

"I'm done." You said as you put your laptop into your bag and stood up. "Let me out." You told Dean, but he didn't move. You repeated yourself a couple of times, but he didn't do anything, other than giving you a smug look, which irritated you to no end.

Being fed up had its perks. You pushed past him, ignoring the way the side of the table cut into your thighs and tried to climb over his legs. However you didn't expect his hands on your waist as he pulled you back, making you land on his lap.

"What the hell, Dean?" You asked in a high pitched voice.

"Isn't it more comfortable?" He asked with a grin, but you didn't return it. His unexpected behaviour bothered you more than to laugh at his silliness.

"No and now let me go." You requested in an ordering tone as you tried to pry his hands off you. He didn't take you seriously though.

"I don't want to. I just want to spend time with you." His previous smirk disappeared and a rather endearing smile took over its place. For a second you thought he meant it the way you wanted him to. Your heart beat sped up, your lips dried out and you finally felt a slight hope. But then you shook off the ridiculous thoughts and firmly removed his hands from your waist as you exited the booth.

"I don't know what your problem is, but you are definitely being weird today." You commented as you walked up to the bar and gave the cash to the bartender, before you left the place.

Rushing to your car, you almost tripped over, but steadied yourself just in time. You wanted to get out of there as soon as you could. Dean was having a weird day and it confused you. You sat into your car, placing the key in to start the ignition, but before you could have left, the door of the passenger side opened.

"Hello." Dean greeted you as if he hadn't seen you. You frowned at him, waiting for him to continue. "What?" He looked at you as if he didn't understand what you wanted. 

"What do you mean what?" You asked. "Where's Sam?" You asked, hoping for him to understand you.

"He left. I told him that I would go with you." He replied with a shrug, making your eyes widen in surprise as he took the passenger seat for himself. 

"What? Why would you do that?" You asked outraged.

"I meant what I said. I want to spend time with you. What's wrong with that?" He scoffed as he was starting to get annoyed.

"I wouldn't mind in normal circumstances, but today you have been acting up." You attempted to explain it to him.

"Okay, just ignore whatever I have done so far. What do you say we go on a little trip?" He asked with real curiosity in his deep green eyes.

"That's a quite random idea." You raised your brows, but he didn't reply. He kept his gaze on you as if he was waiting for you to change your mind, just because he was looking at you nicely. You wanted to tell him off and scold him for trying to use that look against you, but it would have been useless. You already made up your mind. "Fine." You heaved a sigh and started off the car.

The drive wasn't long. You took yourselves to White Rock which was only about half an hour ride away from you. Throughout the ride you felt Dean's gaze on you once again, making you squirm in your seat. Luckily the place was close. You stopped the car in a parking lot by the lake and turned towards Dean.

"Are you happy?" You asked, but he didn't reply. He kept starring at you just like before. You shook your head sighing, before you talked again. "Okay..." You said giving up and exited your car. You walked over to the lake, standing beside the edge as you looked at the sun going down at the end of the grass field by the other side of the lake.

It was breathtaking. Hundreds of shades of orange and red colours reflected on the surface of the water, washing it away as it waved in the gentle wind. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and watched the undisturbed nature around you, enjoying the quite moment. Suddenly arms wrapped themselves around your waist from behind and Dean dipped his head in the crook of your neck, tickling your skin with his subtle stubble.

You tensed up for a mere second at the unexpected touch, but quickly let it go. Heaving a deep sigh, you tried to understand what was the cause of Dean's affection behaviour.

"You know you can talk to me right?" You asked, but he just hummed into the sensitive skin on your neck. "Is everything okay?" You attempted to make him talk, but he just repeated his previous actions. "Is there anyway I can help?" You tried again, but he didn't reply. "If I can't help, why don't you talk to Sam? Maybe he would be better to talk to?"

"I already tried." He spoke against your skin in a muffled tone. You could feel the shiver running through your body and the goosebumps appear on your skin. You weren't cold though. His body kept you warm enough against the chilly wind coming your way. "It didn't work." He paused before he continued. "You know I actually meant what I said in the bar." He stated and your turned your head just enough to be able to look into his green irises. You must have had a questioning look, you were sure of it, still he didn't reply.

"Which one? If you come at me again with that bullshit about being in your bed, I will kick your round little ass." You groaned, annoyed.

"Oh, so you checked my ass out, huh?" He chuckled. "What else?" His grin grew wider.

"Shut up, Dean." You slapped his arm around you waist and turned your gaze back to the lake. He quietly laughed before he decided to speak again.

"As much as I meant that too, that wasn't what I was trying to refer to." He spoke against your ear this time, his lips brushing against your earlobe. You felt your face heat up and you were certain you were blushing. You closed your eyes for a second to be able to calm yourself down. You were getting hotter and hotter in his arms and his close presence didn't help your quickening heartbeat either.

You thought you could hide it well, but he could see your reactions and he was definitely enjoying them. His smirk grew bigger as you squirmed in his arms, but he didn't plan to let you go just yet.

"Are you cold?" He asked as if he didn't know otherwise.

"No." You answered silently, hoping your voice wasn't giving you away.

"You are shivering though." He kept on the subject.

"I'm fine." You stated, your voice emotionless.

"You have goosebumps on your skin." He continued as he got hold of your arm, looked at it and ran his thumb across your skin. It was getting quite dark, but the lamps around the lake gave enough light for him to see you just fine.

"I said I'm fine." You replied, annoyance clearly present in your tone. He nodded more to himself, before he turned you around in his arms, placing his palms on the small of your back, linking his fingers with each other. Your crossed arms met his chest, keeping you in a safe distance. He raised a questioning look at your posture.

He unlinked his fingers and opened your arms, placing them around his neck, pulling you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you once again, ignoring the surprised look on your face. Standing there, in his arms as yours laid around his neck was something you imagined in your dreams, but never thought it would ever come true. Your position was intimate to a point that you barely dared to breath, not to scare him away. But he didn't plan to leave. He pulled you closer, hinting a soft kiss on your forehead, lingering against your skin longer than it would have been appropriate.

Enjoying the moment, your eyes flattered close and every fibre of your body concentrated on his plump limps meeting your skin, once again making you shiver in his protective arms. He didn't miss it though. You couldn't have seen it, but he gently smiled at your reaction.

He removed one of his hands from your back and placed a finger under your chin to lift your face up. You looked into his green eyes, shining in the dim light and involuntarily leaned into his palm as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Your face was heating up, your heartbeat was hitting hard against your ribcage, while you licked across your dry lips.

Dean didn't miss the movement. It gave him encouragement. He ran his hand to the back of your neck and slowly pulled you closer, capturing your lustful eyes with his, before he closed them down and attached his lips to yours.

You didn't fight it though. You felt a ticklish feeling in the pit of your stomach as he moved his lips against yours and you followed his guide. You felt his tongue on your lower lip, running through it seductively, forcing a moan out of your lungs. The kiss was slow, but passionate, making you crave for more. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged on its ends. He silently groaned out of satisfaction, deepening your kiss.

Air!

Air was your enemy at this point. You didn't even know how to breath through your nose anymore. You didn't even know how to breath at all. He was keeping you captive and he didn't even have to make an effort. As he worked out another moan from you, you pulled away from him, filling your lungs with oxygen once again, your lips hanging open.

You didn't know why he did that. You didn't understand his actions. Utter confusion took over your mind.

"Why...?" You breathed out silently, not daring to continue.

"I have been wanting to do that for a while." He whispered into your ear as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, tightening his arms around you. A slight flame of hope lit up inside you at his words. Time seemed to have stopped in his protective arms. You pulled him closer as you hugged his manly frame, running your hands through his hair, letting him hide his stubbly face in your skin. You felt content for a moment and you were hoping it really meant what you thought.

You pulled away from him and cupped his cheeks, pulling him out of his hiding place. You forced him to look at you, waiting for him to talk again with a questioning look sitting across your face. He didn't continue though, so you took the courage to speak.

"I have been wanting to do that too." You told him honestly, hoping for the best. A small smile started growing across his face as he leaned closer and placed his forehead against yours.

"I guess we have both been dumbly waiting for the other to make a move, huh?" He chuckled and you let a silent giggle escape your lungs.

"So it seems." You replied and attached your lips to his, filling your nostrils with his scent. 

"Okay, I'm liking when you take control." He smirked goofily as you pulled away.

"I didn't want to make the same mistake of waiting dumbly for you to make a move again." You giggled happily.

"We should just do it whenever we want instead of waiting around." He raised an eyebrow mischievously.

"That wouldn't be the worst idea, I guess." You chuckled and let him capture your lips once again, this time knowing that he would not make you wait forever to claim you as his. 

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