Supernatural One Shots

I'm Sorry

Dean x Reader

Plans are made, then broken. Super fluffy!

Sam looked up from his laptop at the sound of the bunker door opening, realizing it was only a hungover Dean he shook his head then returned to his research. Dean made his way down the steps, blinking at the bright lights in the library.

"Morning Sammy, you made any coffee?"

Sam simply pointed over his shoulder towards the kitchen. Nodding a thanks to his brother Dean walked straight to the coffee maker and made the strongest cup he could in hopes it would help him wake up. Making his way back into the library Dean took a seat beside his brother, sipping at the hot liquid that was beginning to chase away his drowsiness. After a minute of silence he began looking around the room, realizing how quiet it seemed.

"Where's Y/N? Still sleeping?"

Sam simply raised his eyes to meet his brothers, a frown on his face, "She's gone."

Deans face fell in confusion, "Gone? What do you mean gone, where did she go?"

Sam finally shut his laptop and stared at his brother, "She caught a shifter case out in Missouri, left late last night."

"Why didn't she wait and let us go with her? We always hunt together..."

"She didn't want us going with her, especially you."

Deans face scrunched up, "What the hell do you mean especially me?"

Sam shook his head, opening his laptop he went back to researching. Not even looking up from the screen he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice, "I think you know Dean, or at least I bet your about to figure it out."

Standing up and grabbing his coffee cup Dean gave his brother a b***h face, "It's too early for mind games Sammy, I don't know what's going on but if she wants to go off risking her neck without back up then fine by me." Turning his back he left to go to his bedroom and sleep off the rest of his hangover, just before reaching it he froze mid step.

Looking to his right into the dark den he knew something had caught his attention, stepping inside he flipped the switch on the wall, his eyes widening as realization set in.

"Son of a b***h!"

Two Days Earlier

Walking back into the bunker you sighed in relief at being home. All you wanted was to take a shower and curl up in your bed for a few weeks. The banshee case you and the boys just took care of really did a number on everyone. All three of you were exhausted and ready to pretty much hibernate.

"I'm taking a shower then heading to bed, goodnight."

You heard both men grunt goodnight as you made your way into your room. Grabbing some sleep shorts and a t-shirt you practically ran into your bathroom. After showering you felt a hundred times better, suddenly a low rumble in your stomach made you realize a snack before bed wouldn't be the worst thing. Quietly padding down the hallway you made your way into the kitchen and flipped on the light above the island.

Taking out a bowl you then grabbed milk and your favorite cereal, pulling out a stool and sitting you poured out some of the sugary goodness and drowned it in milk. Stirring it up a bit you then took a bite and sighed. Hearing soft footsteps you tensed slightly until you saw Dean walk in, surprised at seeing you there.

"Midnight snack?"

Nodding you dipped your spoon back in, "Yeah realized I was starving, you want some?"

"Hell yeah," he walked forward, grabbing a bowl and spoon on the way and sitting beside you. The next couple of minutes consisted of silence, nothing but the sound of spoons hitting the bowls. After finishing you grabbed both bowls and washed them as Dean put away the cereal and milk.

"I don't know about you but I think I'm ready to sleep for about three weeks."

Grinning you nodded as you began drying off everything, "Same here, at least we can have a day or two to rest, Sam said there weren't really any other cases around right now."

Dean closed the fridge and leaned against the counter, facing you, "Works for me, goodnight Y/N." Stepping forward he placed a kiss to your forehead and began walking out of the kitchen. Suddenly gaining a burst of courage you called out for him, "Dean wait!"

Turning around his eyebrows rose as he met your eyes, "Yeah?"

"Um, since we have a sort of mini break how about a movie night? We haven't had one in a while and I think we've earned it." Dean grinned and nodded, "Sounds good to me, Friday?"

Smiling wide you nodded, "Friday." Dean gave a small wave and left to go to bed.

Turning around you mentally high fived yourself, you'd been trying to come up with a way to tell Dean how you really felt about him, this would be perfect. Even though you may crash and burn and he could tell you he doesn't feel the same you already felt better knowing there would be no more guessing. Turning out the light you walked back into your bedroom and dove under the covers, silently praying for Friday to go well.

Present

Dean brought both hands up behind his head, "Shit."

Looking around he noticed the pile of blankets and pillows in front of the couch, uneaten pizza, bags of licorice and a bowl of popcorn covering the coffee table. Walking forward he picked up three DVD cases and sighed, you'd chosen some of his favorites. You both loved old westerns and you always fangirled over John Wayne and Clint Eastwood.

Sam walked in from the hall and leaned against the door, "I'm guessing you finally figured it out."

Turning around Dean gave his brother a b***h face, "Dammit Sammy, I swear I didn't do it on purpose. You know I'd never stand her up, I just forgot."

Shaking his head Sam looked around the room, "I'm not the one you need to talk to Dean, Y/N is my best friend, and you hurt her. She waited for hours for you to come home, even tried calling you a few times. Do you even remember talking to her?"

Dean thought hard, "No?"

Sam sighed, almost feeling sorry for his brother. "Dean she called and asked when you were coming back, you laughed and said not to wait up, that you'd be busy all night. I was there when she called Dean, the look on her face....I can't even describe it."

Wincing Dean shoved his hand in his pocket, pulling out his phone he quickly dialed your number. After ringing a few times your voicemail picked up, Dean waited for the beep and took a deep breath.

"Y/N, please call me back, we need to talk."

Hanging up he looked up at his brother, Sam couldn't help but compare the look on his face to that of a kicked puppy. Sam's arms dropped and he stood tall in the doorway, "Dean your my brother, but right now all I can think is how big of an ass you are. We both know how you really feel about her, and yet you pull stupid s**t like this." Turning around he began walking back down the hall, "I hope you can fix it."

Sitting down on the arm of the couch Dean looked down at his phone, he tried called again but hung up when your voicemail picked up once more. Opening a text he tried to get you to respond.

I'm sorry

Please call me

I never meant to stand you up I swear!

Dammit Y/N call me back!

After not getting any answers for almost an hour he finally stood and went to his room, walking inside he kicked off his boots and laid across the bed, wondering what you were doing and if you were alright. Suddenly his phone beeped, sitting up he read the text message and felt a lump form in his throat.

Dean it's fine, it was stupid anyway. Glad you had a good night, I'll be home as soon as I take care of this shifter.

Dean felt a lump form in his throat.

No Y/N, it wasn't stupid! I should never have went to the bar in the first place, I'm so sorry sweetheart.

He felt every beat of his heart as he waited for a reply.

Don't worry about it, I realized last night that you were where you wanted to be. Gotta go, heading into a sewer. Be home sometime.

Dean almost growled in frustration, he knew you were upset, hell you had every right to be! Laying back down he closed his eyes. A fierce feeling of determination came over him, he may not believe in much, but he sure as hell believed in the way he felt about you. And he was going to do whatever it took to make you see that.

Pulling up into the garage you turned off the engine and laid your head back against the head rest, that shifter had been one sneaky bastard. It took you three days to even corner him and one hell of a fight to gank him. Currently you had a small cut above one eyebrow and a few bruises here and there, overall nothing too drastic. Hopping out of your truck you grabbed your bag and closed the door.

The whole ride back you were tempted to stay away for a while longer, anything to avoid seeing Dean. You'd cried the entire ride to Missouri the other night, after that focusing on the case helped to distract you. But now, you took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself for the inevitable awkwardness. Truthfully you were more angry with yourself than Dean.

You should have known better, he was a notorious ladies man, of course he would rather go out to a bar, get drunk and hook up with a random woman. He's Dean Winchester! That's who he was! Knowing you didn't compare to the women he usually hooked up with you decided it was for the best, at least now you could focus on trying to get over him and move forward.

Putting on a brave face you opened the door leading from the garage and into the bunker. Shutting it behind you and taking a few steps forward you could see light coming from the library. Walking inside you smiled seeing Sam sitting at the table, laptop open and books scattered all around. Walking forward Sam looked up at the sound of your footsteps, frowning slightly when he took in your appearance.

"You okay?"

Nodding you adjusted the strap of your bag on your shoulder, "Yeah he was a major pain in the ass but in the end I took him down."

Standing up and walking forward Sam stopped at the end of the table and sat back against it, "No, I meant are you okay?"

Realizing where this was going you opened your mouth to reply when you heard your name.

"Y/N?"

Turning to the left you saw Dean standing by the staircase, staring at you.

Giving him a half smile you gripped your bags strap even tighter, "Hey Dean."

Walking forward Dean took in your whole appearance just as Sam had, "Are you hurt?"

Shaking your head you moved to walk by him, "I'm gonna head to my room, I'll see you guys later." Moving quickly past Dean you were almost to the hallway when you felt someone grab your arm, "Y/N wait."

Not being able to look at him you kept your eyes down, "Dean I really just wanna go to bed, it was a long drive."

"We need to talk, please."

Feeling the familiar burn at the back of your eyes you closed them tightly, "Please Dean, not right now." Pulling your arm from his grasp you walked down the hall and towards your room, ready to just drop your bag and fall into the bed where you would cry for probably the rest of the night.

Opening the door you froze, your eyes going wide as you looked at the room you recognized but also seemed completely different. Christmas lights hung around the walls giving the room a soft glow, your bed had been pushed to the side, blankets and pillows covering the floor in front of it and covered by one large blanket over top creating a fort. The TV from the den had been set up on your dresser at the end of the fort and the menu for The Cowboys showed on the screen, waiting for someone to press play.

Taking a few steps inside your bag dropped from your shoulder and onto the floor, looking around you then noticed a small cooler and knew it held beer. Bags of candy littered the edges of the fort and there were even two bowls of popcorn. You felt the tears you'd been holding back well up and begin to spill over.

"I wanted a redo, I wanted you to know there's no where I would rather be than with you Y/N."

Dean stepped into the room behind you, closing the door. All you could do in your shocked state was continue to stare at everything and silently cry. Walking up behind you Dean took a deep breath, putting his hands on your waist he turned your body to face him. Your eyes lifted to meet his, "Dean..."

He shook his head, "No, wait just let me, I need you to know. Sweetheart I'm always going to regret the other night, the night I made you cry, the night I hurt you. I don't understand how I could have forgotten about our plans because I always look forward to being around you." Pulling you closer to his chest he lifted both hands to wipe the tears running down your face.

"I'm not good at this stuff, but I need you to know that you mean everything to me. Your my best friend and the greatest thing to ever happen to me. Your there when I feel like the whole worlds crushing me, you laugh at my jokes even though their cheesy, you may be the only other person in the world who loves pie as much as I do, and you make me incredibly happy whenever your around."

Lowering his hands back down he gripped both of yours tight, bringing them up to his chest. "Baby I fell for you the moment you helped me prank Sam with the superglue."

Until now you'd been smiling so hard it almost hurt, but now you couldn't help but giggle. "He stayed like that for four hours! I've never seen him so annoyed, he had to buy a new hairbrush and everything after he broke it."

Dean smiled, leaning his head forward he put his forehead against yours. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, "Y/N, I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Pulling your head back to look at him you turned to take in everything he did, all of it for you. Smiling you turned back and squeezed his hands until he opened his eyes. When he did you leaned forward, softly placing your lips against his.

"Yeah Dean, I forgive you."

Hearing it and still feeling your kiss Deans smile grew, suddenly he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and spinning around. Holding onto his shoulders you yelled for him to put you down. He laughed and did as you asked, grabbing your hand and leading you to the fort. Climbing inside he leaned back against the mountain of pillows and motioned for you to sit with him.

Crawling in you sat beside him, curling into his side as he hit play and the movie began. Laying your head on his chest you could hear his heart beat quicken when you took his hand in yours and laced your fingers with his. Kissing the top of your head he pulled you closer to his body, loving the feel of you in his arms.