π£² β€ πΊππππππ : Dean hears reader mention her dream pair of shoes to sam and decides to surprise her with them.
π£² β€ π·ππππππ : Dean x fem! reader
π£² β€ πΎπππβπ ππ ππππ : Fluff and Dean being head over heels for reader whoβs lwk oblivious.
π£² β€ πͺππππβπ ππππ : yay! my first ever fic has finally arrived! I really hope you guys enjoy this since itβs my first one. It actually came to me because Iβve been obsessed with bow uggs for a hot minute and about one second away from buying a pair. If you had any suggestions or notes please leave them below. Dividers are from @uzmacchiato
It all started when you absentmindedly talked to Sam about the shoes youβve been eyeing for what felt like yearsβa pair of tan-skinned Uggs with brown bows placed perfectly on the back. Sadly, you never had the money to buy them and you really didnβt think theyβd survive in between hunts. It was forgotten as quickly as it was said, at least it was for Sam and you. A week had passed since the quiet comment, yet you noticed Dean had disappeared from the motel one night and was being secretive about something, but you shrugged it off not thinking anything about it.
Your gentle voice questioned from the bed where youβd been researching for the past hour.
βYeah I just had to go outside and go for a drive.β
He brushed off your rightfully confused look at his quick leave from the room. Trying to come off as casual as possible but failing horribly.
Rolling your eyes with a sigh and going back to the computer in your lap. Passing off his behavior as normal Dean. Sam soon emerged from the bathroom before crashing into the motel bed clearly tired from the hunt earlier today. Shaking your head with a smile at the drained man. The snapping of your laptop closing filled the silent room.
You slowly woke up from the sun casting through the motel's old curtains. Rising from your makeshift bed on the couch seeing Samβs body still lying underneath the blanket but Deanβs was empty. Throwing an old jacket over your body and slipping on your old pair of boots, which were noticeably worn down. Looking outside and seeing Dean standing by the Impala. Your steps slow and heavy from having just woken up.
The sound of your voice breaks him out of thought. Watching him whip around to see who was talking, yet he knew your soft-spoken words by heart. Flashing a warm grin at the sight of her sleep-ish appearance.
βI was thinking of getting some breakfast wanna join?β
His invitation left his lips without hesitation. Always welcoming you to go on small trips with just the two of you. Already opening the passenger door. Something he regularly did for you, leaving no room for argument when youβd tell him to stop βbabyingβ you. Climbing into the black leather seats that became a second home to you. Not caring about the sleep shorts and jacket you were wearing.
βThereβs a diner a few miles down. They have your favorite pancakes.β
He spoke over the starting engine. Rumbling loudly in the motel parking lot. He always seemed to remember specific things about you even if you only whispered about them. The drive was quiet except for one of Dean's mixtapes playing over the speakers. Watching outside the window as trees passed with the sunrise shining over the oak. It was one of the things that made hunting not so bad, seeing the scenery of a new town almost every day. After what felt like forever to your hungry stomach you finally arrived at the diner. A big stretch leaving your body once you exited the dark car. You had started your way to the door of the building before Dean had called your name. Halting and turning around to see what he stopped you for.
A hint of annoyance slipping through your words. Obviously, you were hungry and starting to get angry because you hadnβt eaten yet.
βChill on the attitude. I have something for you.β
Deanβs tone was playfully warning, with no sense of anger behind them. Waiting for you to walk back so he could gift you what heβd been so undercover about.
Excusing the rudeness in your voice. Standing with awaiting politeness for whatever he had prepared for her. Watching him with anticipating eyes, wondering what sheβd be getting.
βSo what did you get me-β
Cutting yourself off at the sight of a shoe box with the fancy lettering spelling the word βUGG.β Your face was stuck in shock and awe that he really did this.
βDean you didnβt. These cost over a hundred dollars!β
Voice growing in pitch from pure admiration that someone really bought her something this nice. Taking the box with gentle hands, fearing that if she touched them theyβd fade away to dust. Dean watched with an amused smile, knowing he was the one who made you so excited.
βEh, it was nothing and you needed to get rid of those broken things.β
Jokingly poking fun at your dirty shoes that showed years of hard love. Seeing you hastily kick them off and step into the fur-coated boots. Your eyes gaze down at the pretty bows on the ankle.
βThank you so much. I actually will never forget this.β
Head looking back up, rambling about how appreciative she is of them. Completely forgetting about the pancakes and her hunger. The joy and excitement crossing over your features had his heart doing flips over and over again.
βAlright alright. Letβs get you inside so you can go show off your new gear.β
Letting you throw in your boots before slamming shut the door. A chuckle slips through his lips watching you happily prance to the door in your Ugg boots. Dean was falling for you. ৻κͺ α©
