Supernatural One Shots

No Heroics

Dean x Reader

While fighting a ghost the reader becomes trapped in a dangerous situation, leading Dean to relive a painful memory from his childhood.

Laying in the backseat of the impala you'd been cat napping peacefully when you felt Baby finally turn off the main road. Rubbing your eyes and sitting up you looked around at your surroundings. It looked like every other small town you and the boys came across, complete with white picket fences and a small church. Dean pulled up to the local diner and everyone climbed out, stretching to relieve some of the stiffness from the long car ride.

Making your way inside you chose a booth in the corner, Sam sliding in across from you and Dean sitting beside you. A moment later a waiter walked up, smiling brighter once he saw you. Giving him a smile back you didn't notice the death glare Dean gave the poor guy. "Hey guys I'm Matt, what can I get you?" Mainly looking at you as he spoke you couldn't help the blush that showed on your face.

Dean frowned, lifting his arm and putting it across the back of your seat he smiled smugly at Matt, "I'll have a bacon cheeseburger extra onions with fries and a beer. The lady will have the same." Matt cleared his throat and suddenly focused hard on his notepad, after getting Sam's order he turned and quickly made his way back into the kitchen. Frowning at Dean you crossed your arms, "Dude what the hell was that?"

Dean looked at you eyebrows raised, "What?"

Rolling your eyes you looked at Sam, "Okay what's the plan here?"

Pulling out his laptop Sam began breaking down everything he knew about your current case. It seemed a string of murders had occurred recently, all taking place in locked homes, some even had a security system. As he kept going over the victims and their possible links your mind travelled back to the stunt Dean pulled, you both constantly flirted but nothing had ever actually happened between you, although you wished it would.

Dean confused the hell out of you, he wasn't one to commit and you knew that which was why you never told him how you felt, but the past year you had begun wondering if he actually felt something for you too. There had been many occasions such as today where his jealous side came out.

The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your train of thought. Looking up you realized Sam and Dean were both staring at you, it seemed as though they were waiting for an answer to a question.

"I'm sorry what?"

Sam frowned but continued, "I said after we eat I think we should get a jump on interviewing the victims families, you wanna go too or hang back?"

Before you could answer Matt returned with your food, shooting you a smile before he walked away you once again felt yourself blush. Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Maybe she'd rather hangout here with lover boy."

Shooting him a bitchface you turned back to Sam, "Actually while you guys talk to everyone I think it's best I go check out the victims." Everyone agreed it would go quicker this way and finally focused on the food. After finishing Dean left to go pay the bill as Sam made his way outside. Grabbing your jacket you turned to leave when Matt walked up to clear the table, "Hey, how was everything?"

Smiling you began pulling on your leather jacket, "It was great, this place is awesome. Hopefully we can swing back by before we leave." Matt rubbed the back of his neck and seemed to become slightly shy, "It sounds like your only in town for a short time, if you get a chance maybe you'd like to hangout sometime?"

Shock crossed your face, sure you'd been hit on a couple times but no one ever really asked you out. Becoming flustered you stepped around him, turning around you began to walk backwards and smiled wide. "I don't know, guess I know where to find you if I do." With that you winked at him and left, grinning so hard you swore your cheeks hurt.

Dean had seen the entire exchange and felt jealousy pulse through his veins, shooting Matt another glare he walked out behind you. Climbing in the car he mentally reminded himself this diner was off limits from now on. Ten minutes later you were all in the motel room changing into your FBI clothes. Still riding the boost of confidence Matt gave you at the diner you dug through your bag until you found what you were looking for.

The guys were changing in the main room while you took the bathroom. Usually you wore a pantsuit since you weren't all that comfortable wearing skirts. But today you felt different, today you wanted to feel pretty. Pulling on the pencil skirt you smiled, bending over you rolled some stockings up your legs and admired how pretty your legs looked for once. A white blouse and black jacket completed the look along with your favorite pair of black heels. It was hard to find comfortable heels but you'd lucked out at a small store a year ago and found a pair that fit comfortably and made you feel sexy.

Looking in the mirror you figured why not go all out, brushing on some light foundation and eye makeup you kept everything looking natural but smooth. Grinning wide you couldn't wait to show the guys, dammit did you feel good!

Deans voice brought you out of your thoughts, "Y/N come on let's get a move on!"

"Okay I'm ready!"

Taking a deep breath you opened the door, both men were tying their ties, Deans back to you. Sam's eyes lifted and widened once they saw you. A nervous smile showed on your face at his reaction, Dean noticed Sam staring and turned around. His reaction sent heat straight to your core, his eyes travelled every inch of you from your heels to your hair, his eyes almost going black. Both men appeared to be speechless, after a minute you grew self conscious and crossed your arms.

"Jeez guys say something, do I look that bad?"

Clearing his throat Sam shook his head, "No Y/N you look great!"

Smiling at him your eyes travelled back to Dean, waiting to see what he said. Deans eyes were focused on the shape of your ass in the skirt and lifted to glance over the top of your breasts which were showing slightly. Gulping he shook his head, "Yeah sweetheart, you can definitely question me anytime." He said with his signature smirk.

Rolling your eyes you laughed, "Yeah right, I'm ready whenever you guys are."

Grabbing your badge you walked towards the door, both men following. Once inside the car Dean first drove to the local hospital to drop you off. Parking out front you climbed out and shut your door, leaning forward into Deans window you swore you saw him gulp. "Okay guys call me if you find out anything, I'll do the same."

Sam nodded, Dean sat frozen, staring at your chest just inches from his face. Rolling your eyes once again you stood straight, "Eyes up top Winchester!" Turning you began walking towards the building, after a few steps you decided to reach up and take out the hair tie holding up your messy bun. Your hair fell in soft waves around your shoulders, just that small action had Dean squirming in his seat.

Fighting back a knowing grin Sam chuckled, "You alright there Dean?"

Dean turned to glare at his brother, "Shut up."

Sam laughed out loud this time, shaking his head and wondering when Dean would have the guts to own up to his feelings for you.

After spending an hour examining the bodies you walked out in front of the hospital and sat on a bench to wait. Pulling out your phone you began dialing Sam's number when you heard the familiar engine of the impala. Looking up you saw Dean pull up and stood to quickly make your way towards the car. Sam wasn't around so you jumped in the front seat, "How'd it go?"

Dean began driving out of the parking lot and back towards the motel, "Sort of a dead end, we still can't figure out a connection between everyone. What about you?"

Sighing you leaned back in the seat, Dean noticing how your skirt rode up slightly at the movement. "Pretty much the same, I still think Sam's right about a vengeful spirit. Each victim died a different way. And I kept thinking about how one spirit would be able to kill people in different houses but I guess it just means we're dealing with a cursed object. What do you think?" Looking over you noticed Deans tight grip on the wheel and the slightly red tint crawling up his neck.

Realizing you asked him a question Dean shot you a look and cleared his throat, "Hmm? Oh yeah sounds good to me, Sam's grabbing some food and we're meeting back at the motel. Looks like a long night of research."

"Dean are you okay? You seem kind of, I don't know, flustered? Your necks turning red, are you feeling okay?"

Scooting closer to Dean you reached forward to place your cool fingers on his forehead then neck. The moment you touched him Dean veered slightly to the right then straightened back up. Unfortunately for him the sudden movement caught you off guard and you fell forward, your hand coming to rest on his thigh. Dean let out a groan and tried to adjust the stiffness he suddenly felt without you noticing.

Straightening up and moving back over you gave him a worried look, "Dean what's wrong?"

Putting on that Dean Winchester million dollar smile he played it off, "Nothing sweetheart, just thinking too hard I guess."

Shrugging you let the issue drop and settled back against the seat. A few minutes from the motel you decided to take off your suit jacket. Once it was off you couldn't help but pull at the front of your shirt, "Man I've really gotta get cooler clothes for days like this."

Deans focus once again was on you, stealing looks at you as he drove he thought he was going to lose it any moment now, you were driving him crazy. Luckily the motel came into view and he let out a huge sigh of relief. Pulling in he didn't even wait for you but jumped out and ran into the motel room, once inside he nodded at his brother and went straight for the bathroom, closing and locking the door just as you made it inside.

Giving Sam a confused look you shrugged your shoulders, walking over to your bag you dug out your comfortable leggings and a tank top. Throwing your hair back up you began changing, Sam knowing to face away so you had privacy. As you changed you each caught the other up on what you learned and where to go from here. Not hearing the bathroom door open you didn't see Dean staring at your naked back, beginning to take a step forward he caught himself. Shutting the door once more he decided giving himself a talk hadn't worked, it was time for plan B.

Tugging on your shirt you heard the shower turn on and knew Dean was going to be a while. Taking a seat next to Sam you grabbed a slice of the pizza he got and began looking through the articles about the murders. Twenty minutes later Dean emerged, water running down his bare chest and a towel wrapped around his waist. He seemed to be in a much better mood. It took everything you had not to stare at his chest, or the v line at his hips.

Wiggling in your seat you tried to ignore him as he gathered some clean clothes and went back into the bathroom to change.

Sam grinned, "You know I really wish you guys would do something about all this tension between you." Looking up you shot Sam a "shut up or I'll stab you" look. He knew how you felt about Dean and teased you constantly about it. Shaking his head he just returned to his laptop. Dean finally came out and joined you at the table, eating pizza and talking through everything you knew so far.

After a couple hours you decided you'd had enough, you needed to sleep or else your brain might actually melt. Standing up you went into the bathroom, after washing your face and brushing your teeth you turned out the light. Plugging in your phone to charge you turned towards the guys, "Okay who's turn is it to be stuck with me?"

Many times the motels you stayed in only had two beds, sometimes you lucked out and got one with a couch but even then they were usually pretty uncomfortable. Usually the guys took turns sharing a bed with you, although you'd never admit it out loud you really loved when you slept with Dean. More than once you'd woken up to his legs tangled with yours and his arm wrapped around you.

Dean cleared his throat, "I think it's Sammy's turn this time."

A wave of disappointment hit but you shook it off as you crawled into the bed. Turning off the lamp between the beds you curled up and drifted off to sleep. As soon as he heard your breathing even out Sam looked up at his brother. "You do realize she's slept with me the past five hunts right?"

Dean stood up, throwing away his empty beer bottle and grabbing another from the fridge, "Really? I hadn't noticed. I'll take her on the next one."

Sighing and shaking his head Sam just kept working. Eventually they both decided to call it a night, changing into comfortable pajama pants and a t-shirt Sam crawled into the bed beside you, careful not to wake you. Dean watched his brother with a slight pang of jealousy, removing his jeans and flannel shirt he wore only his t-shirt and boxers. He mentally kicked himself but knew it was best you weren't in the bed with him, after earlier today he wasn't sure he could handle anymore close quarters for a while.

A couple hours later you woke up to Sam laying almost sideways on the bed, he'd some how taken all of the covers and was close to pushing you off entirely. Sitting up you poked his chest, "Sam, Sam wake up your hogging the blanket." Sam mumbled something and turned over, tucking the blanket underneath himself. Sighing you decided it was warm enough anyway and laid back down. Just as you were drifting off Sam moved in his sleep, pushing you off the bed.

"s**t!" Your knees hit the floor and you groaned.

"Y/N?"

Deans voice seemed close in the dark, almost like he was leaning over the bed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. Your brothers suddenly become a bed hog, just go back to sleep." Standing up you rubbed your sore knees and looked around, you remembered there was a recliner in front of the TV in the corner. Grabbing your pillow you quietly walked towards it, sitting down you immediately felt every spring in the seat. "Ah hell." You were exhausted but knew at this point sleep was probably not in the cards. Sighing loudly you tried to find the least stabbing spot when you heard Deans voice again, "You okay?"

Rolling your eyes even though you knew he couldn't see it you frowned, "I'm fine, although I'm pretty sure this chair is a million years old. Probably gonna need a tetanus shot from these springs." You heard Dean chuckle, "Sweetheart why don't you come sleep with me?" Your heart beat faster at the words but you remembered earlier how quickly he was to pass you off to Sam, how quickly he'd done it the last few hunts.

"Nah, I'm okay really just whining. Go to sleep Dean." The room was quiet until you heard a bed squeaking, assuming it was one of the boys turning over you closed your eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly you felt warm hands underneath you, "What the hell!" Dean lifted you out of the chair and walked back to his bed, laying you down gently.

You sat up and went to stand, "Dean really I'm fine..."

Dean leaned down and put his hands on your shoulders, "Y/N just lay down and go to sleep, we both know that chair is beyond any type of comfortable and I don't want you tired tomorrow when we're hunting."

Sighing in defeat you laid down and curled up, your arms going under your pillow to support your head. You felt Dean climb back in his side and lay down, his body heat radiating towards you. "Thanks Dean, I'll just start getting my own room from now on, it'll be easier that way."

Deans eyes snapped open at this and he looked towards you, barely seeing your outline in the moonlight peaking through the thin curtains. "Why would you do that? It's never been a problem to just share with me or Sammy before..."

Beginning to drift off you yawned wide, curling up tighter against your pillow, sleepily you lifted your head towards Dean. "You haven't wanted to share in a while and Sam's gonna crush me in my sleep one night. Just think its," here you stopped to yawn once more. "The best option, goodnight Dean." With this you were sound asleep. Dean laid there thinking about what you said, he never realized you noticed him not wanting to share, obviously you took it the wrong way. It wasn't that he didn't want to share a bed with you, it was that he did, badly.

Letting out a huff he slid closer to your body until his face rested just inches from yours, your breathing evened out and he knew you were asleep. Leaning forward he softly kissed your forehead and wrapped an arm around you, "Goodnight sweetheart." What neither of you realized was Sam laying in the bed next to yours, eyes closed with a huge smile on his face.

The next morning you woke up feeling warm, almost too warm. Slowly opening your eyes you were met with tan skin and a familiar yet comforting scent, Dean. Pulling your head back slightly you realized you were cuddled up to Dean, your face nuzzled in his neck. His arms were wrapped around you, legs tangled with yours. His face showed no worry or stress, he looked content and peaceful. You loved moments like this, you loved seeing him happy.

Leaning back forward you once again set your face against his neck, kissing it softly. Trying not to wake him you began to untangle yourself from his hold and climbed out of bed. Grabbing your clothes you headed for the bathroom to take a shower and get ready. As the door closed Deans eyes opened, he'd been awake since you began to stir but didn't want to ruin the moment. The kiss on his neck made heat flow through his body, grinning like a teenager as he rolled onto his back.

Sam chose that moment to open the door and come inside carrying food and coffee, "Morning, where's Y/N?"

Dean nodded to his brother and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Shower."

Sam handed Dean his coffee and sat back at the table, laptop open and ready. "Okay so get this, I noticed every family had recently made purchases from the same auction house. It looks like the timing matches, my guess is each time someone is murdered the family sells their belongings to the auction house and then it's resold, starting up the cycle again." Dean continued nursing his coffee and half listening to his brother.

"Okay so what's the object?"

Typing something into his laptop Sam picked it up and brought it over to show Dean, "I think it's this."

Dean looked at the screen to see an old jewelry box, it looked like it was made from oak with hand painted designs all over it. "Uh huh, why do you think that's it?" Sam turned the laptop back towards him, "Sixty years ago a young girl was murdered by a man she thought loved her. He had given her this as a present. It's been bouncing around from place to place, mysterious deaths happening everywhere its been."

Standing and stretching Dean began digging through his bag, pulling on some jeans and a clean flannel shirt he sat back down to lace up his boots. "Works for me, soon as Y/Ns ready we can head out. Where's the box now?" Rubbing the back of his head Sam looked nervous, "It was sold again yesterday, this thing hasn't lasted in a house more than a few days which means we need to take care of it today. Although I'm not sure how we're going to get to it."

At that moment you emerged from the bathroom, freshly showered and ready to get the case over with. Deans eyes looked over your body just as they had the day before. You'd chosen to dress for whatever you guys would face in this hunt. You wore your favorite pair of skinny jeans, a black tank top and your leather jacket over it. Your hair was pulled back and braided against your head to keep it out of your face and you'd once again applied light makeup because hey, why not?

Smiling at the boys you put your hands on your hips, "Okay first off, I smell coffee, second do we have a game plan?" Sam smiled at you, motioning towards the table he began to fill you in on everything he told Dean as you ate. Dean sat beside you eating his food as well, but kept getting distracted and looking at you. After what felt like the hundredth time you looked back, "Dean you okay? You keep staring at me like I've got two heads, is there something on my face?"

Shaking his head and clearing his throat Dean stood up to throw away his trash, "Nope just waiting on you so we can get going."

Shooting him a glare you threw away your trash as well, walking over towards the door you bent over to pull on your boots and tie them. Dean had a great view of your ass and tried to discreetly adjust himself. Unfortunately Sam noticed and burst out laughing. Standing up straight you gave him a questioning look as Dean tried to burn him with a glare. Waving you both off he stood and grabbed his jacket, "Let's get going."