Supernatural One Shots

Love Is

Dean x Reader

Once again an awesome request by @NyctoNyx!! Jack asks the reader to explain what love is, as she does neither realizes Dean is listening as well.

After what felt like forever you began to feel that familiar ache in your stomach everyone gets from laughing too hard for too long. "Dean stop or I'm gonna pee on myself!" Wiggling to try and free yourself from his hold you looked up through watery eyes to see Dean smiling wide as he continued his assault. Running his hands along your sides his grin grew even wider, "Nope, not til you yield sweetheart, whos the greatest hunter you know?"

Laughing louder as he hit a particularly sensitive spot you began gasping for air, "OKAY! Okay I yield!" Dean stopped but kept his hands where they were, "And?" Taking a moment to catch your breath you pretended to think really hard. "Well I mean, Sam DID kick serious ass on that demon hunt two weeks ago so..." Immediately picking up where he left off Dean reached forward to wrap both arms around you. Pulling you back into his body you both ended up laying across the couch, you trapped between his body and the cushions. "No way! I killed two more demons than he did!"

You finally couldn't take it anymore, "Uncle! Dammit Dean you win! Your the best hunter!" Stopping Dean simply stared at you, smirking. Both of you were breathing hard, your chest brushing against his with each breath. At the exact same moment you both seemed to realize the position you were in, you watched as Deans eyes darted down to your lips, coming back up to meet yours a moment later.

"Y/N can I talk to you?" Both your heads snapped towards the door at the new voice. Jack stood there, head tilted in confusion the same way Castiel's did when he wasn't sure what was happening. Clearing his throat Dean carefully righted himself and stood, holding out a hand to help you up. Fixing your shirt from where it had ridden up you smiled at Jack, "Yeah Jack, what's up?"

Sending Dean an unsure look Jack seemed to grow slightly uncomfortable. Taking the hint Dean turned to leave, "I'm just gonna go and, um, get a beer." Smiling at Dean you nodded, watching as he walked away. Motioning Jack forward you once again took a seat on the couch. Curling one leg underneath you and turning to face the young Nephilim you gave him your full attention. "What is it Jack?"

Looking up his eyes squinted slightly, you could literally see him trying to find the right words. "Well, I was wondering if you could tell me what, what love is?" Surprise came across your face as your mouth fell open. Shaking your head a moment later and clearing your throat you set a hand on Jacks, looking into his eyes you tried to figure out what brought this on.

"Why do you want to know Jack?"

Meeting your gaze he became serious, "I remember hearing my mother speak to me, before I was born. She often spoke of how much she loved me. I thought I understood, but then the other day on TV I saw a man tell a woman he loved her and then kiss her." Nodding your head you began to understand, thinking hard you tried to decide the easiest way to explain it to him.

Unknown to you or Jack, Dean had returned from the kitchen but stopped at the door upon hearing Jacks statement. Something in him wanted to know what you had to say.

"Well, there are many different kinds of love Jack. There's the love between family, between friends, and the love between two people that are meant to be together." Laughing slightly you looked down at your hands, "There's even a type of love between people and possessions, like the way Dean loves his car." Dean frowned slightly, Jack simply nodded.

"When someone in your family or a friend says they love you typically it means they care deeply for you, and only want what is best for you. They believe in you and will always be there to help you in life." Jack looked down as his eyebrows furrowed, "I understand that, but what is the difference between that and the two people who love each other?"

Clearing your throat you shifted on the couch, "When two people truly love one another, it runs deep, deeper than anything you've ever experienced. Love is wanting to protect that person, hold them when they cry, make them laugh when their sad. Sometimes love is sacrifice, doing anything to make the other person happy. It can be the most amazing feeling you've ever felt," here you stopped, clasping both hands together. "Or what hurts you the most." Dean frowned and peaked around the door, the look on your face telling him you knew from experience.

Looking back up at Jack you smiled, pushing aside any dark thoughts. "Love is so many things, and can be expressed in so many ways." Jack smiled at the way you spoke, "Like what?"

Looking to your left you thought for a minute before smiling, "Well, like when someone goes out of their way to make you laugh or smile. Or when a girl gets cold and the man gives up his jacket to keep her warm. Sometimes it can be expressed through something as simple as cooking dinner for someone, or even just spending time with them." Laughing you curled both legs underneath your body, "Love is crazy, and beautiful. Its giving up the last slice of pie, even though you really wanted it. It's fighting over something stupid, but then making up soon after. It's even sleeping in a car because the other one doesn't want to stop driving until your home."

Dean couldn't help but feel like everything you were saying felt familiar.

Jack slowly nodded, "So, my mother loved me as her family, as I love her?"

Nodding you once again laid a hand over his, squeezing slightly, "Yeah Jack, and she still does."

"And the love between two people, that is how you and Dean love one another?"

Freezing at his statement your smile fell, "What?"

Dean eyes widened in shock, trying to remain hidden he leaned forward slightly to hear better.

Jack tilted his head, staring into your eyes, "You said love is showing the other person how much you care right? Doing things for them to make them happy, spending time with them to make you both feel better. Is that not what you were doing when I came in? Dean seemed to be making you happy." Chuckling you nodded your head, "Um, yeah he was making me happy. But Jack he doesn't see me as anything other than a friend. That's the love he feels for me."

Seeming to get confused Jack shook his head, "But what about when we hunted the ghost last week, Dean jumped in front of you only to be injured himself. Or the many times you have baked him pie or watched movies with him when he becomes upset. Also I believe it was you who washed the impala last night, Dean didn't seem to notice but I did. Why did you do that?"

Your throat felt dry and you could feel a familiar burn behind your eyes, "Jack I, it's true, I did those things for Dean. But there's something you need to understand, Dean and I aren't together."

"Do you wish you were?"

Deans whole body tensed at Jacks question, he knew he probably wanted to hear the answer to that more than Jack did.

Trying to fight back the tears you could feel coming on you gave him a small smile, "It doesn't matter what I want Jack. Dean is, he doesn't usually, what I'm trying to say is that he prefers not being attached to one person. And there's nothing wrong with that, Dean is an amazing man and hunter, one of these days a woman will come along who's going to make him incredibly happy and he won't want anyone but her. The same will happen for you one day too." Reaching up you cupped his cheek in your hand.

Feeling the need to change the subject you cleared your throat, "Anyways, how about we leave this alone for now and go cook dinner, okay?" Jack nodded, he loved helping you cook, he greatly enjoyed learning anything new. Dean turned and quickly made his way towards his bedroom. Closing the door behind him and sitting on the edge of his bed he ran both hands through his hair before leaning forward, arms resting on his knees.

Could you have feelings for him? Thinking back to everything you said and the look on your face when Jack asked if you wanted to be with him, Dean realized what emotion he'd seen there, longing. You wanted to be with him, but from the sound of it you believed Dean only wanted bar hookups, nothing more. Which wasn't true, not even close. A few minutes later he heard a soft knock on his door, looking up his eyes met yours as you looked around the door.

Smiling you stepped forward and crossed your arms, "Dinners almost ready, Jack and I made burgers. And yes before you ask there is extra bacon." When he didn't give you a witty comeback you frowned, "Dean are you okay? I literally just told you I made burgers with extra bacon..." Stepping forward your left arm dropped to your side as your right hand reached forward to brush some hair from his forehead. At your touch Deans eyes closed, taking you by surprise he quickly stood up, wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you.

Slowly his other hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face behind your ear. Resting his hand against your throat you felt his thumb lightly trace your jaw. You knew your face must be red by now with the way his touch seemed to set you on fire, "Dean what's wrong?"

Not being able to form the words he quickly leaned forward, sealing his lips against yours. Surprised at first you slowly began kissing back, both arms coming up to wrap around his neck. After a moment he pulled back, panting slightly. Slowly opening your eyes you were met with bright green ones staring back. "Dean?"

"I don't want anyone else but you, I haven't since you started hunting with us. The moment we met I knew you were different than any other woman I'd ever met. You make me beyond happy Y/N, I hate when I'm not with you and I love every second we spend together. I heard you and Jack, your wrong sweetheart. It does matter what you want, because I want it too."

Shock seemed to freeze you where you stood, slowly coming back you felt a smile break out across your face. "Really?"

Nodding Dean tightened his hold on you as he leaned forward to once again brush his lips against yours, "Hell yeah sweetheart." Smiling even wider you pulled Dean forward to crush those few inches of space between your lips. You could feel his smile against yours and felt a warmth inside your chest. Hearing a throat clear you both broke apart and turned towards the door. Jack stood there, a smile on his face, "Now I understand."

Looking back at Dean you began laughing, stepping back and grabbing his hand in yours you began leading him out into the hallway and towards the kitchen. Your smile only growing as you felt his fingers intertwine with yours.

Thoughts??? Good? Bad? Could be better? Super cute plot, loved writing it!