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Showed Me (How I Fell In Love With You)
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summary: dean helps you up your flirting game, but thereâs really only one set of eyes you want on you.
paring: dean winchester x female reader
rating: R for language
word count: 2.7k
warnings: language, implied sex/nudity, strands of hair falls on readerâs face
authorâs note: you probably already know this but sideblogs (like this one) can now answer comments!! super excited about this update and fingers crossed the next one is for sending asks lol đ¤đ
music: showed me (how i fell in love with you) by madison beer â i was listening to this song and kept imagining dean, idk
Hello, how you doing? đ¤ I love your writing worlds and I was wondering if I could pretty please request a Dean x reader?
The prompt is: the reader returns from running errands and decides to prank Dean by commenting how good of a deal reader got on premium air and blinker fluid (which I totally did not fall for) and Dean basically crashes out?
âËęŠď˝Ą premium things,
pairing. dean winchester x reader ( f )
wordcount. 488 genre. chaotic fluff
warnings. dean being dramatically gullible, reader being a menace, domestic cuteness, laughter and chaos
notes. this is the BEST god damn thing!!! thank you SO much for requesting it
You push open the bunker door with an exaggerated sigh, grocery bags dangling from your wrists and a grin threatening to spill. Deanâs voice echoes from down the hall â the familiar clatter of tools and the smell of motor oil giving away his location.
Perfect.
âHey, babe!â you call, kicking the door shut with your foot. âYou would not believe the deal I just got.â
Dean looks up from under the hood of the Impala, wiping his hands on a rag. âYeah? Whatâd you get this time, coupon queen?â
Hello!! Could you write one in which reader is in a relationship with Dean and is completely obsessed with Deans freckles????
âËęŠď˝Ą map of him,
pairing. dean winchester x reader ( gn )
wordcount. 409 genre. extra side of fluff
warnings. extreme softness, praise / adoration, freckle appreciation (intense), dean pretending heâs annoyed but loving it
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Dean knows youâre staring.
He always knows.
Youâre propped up on the motel bed, legs tangled with his, chin in your hands, eyes fixed on his face like youâre trying to memorize it for later. Heâs leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed, pretending very hard not to notice.
âDo I got somethinâ on my face?â he finally asks.
You blink. âYeah.â

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THE FACT THAT THESE ARE ALL CANON MOMENTS IS A FUCKING JOKE
Neckin' Like Teenagers In The Woods
â Stars: Dean Winchester x GN!Reader
â Plot: You're a sucker for neck kisses, and Dean knows it.
â Director: anon
â Run Time: 400
â Warnings: fluff, suggestive, mild angst & overthinking, comedy
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dean winchester one shot
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summary: dean working on baby while a little helper tries to steal his tools
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Dean had spent countless hours working on Baby over the years.
The bunker garage was practically sacred territory to him; classic rock sounding softly in the background, sleeves rolled up, grease on his hands while he gave the Impala the attention she deserved.
Usually, it was quiet work. Just him and the car.
But today?
Today was different.
Because this time, Dean had a little helper.

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dennis whitaker x reader
mai's ice cream shop celebration đŚ
a/n - this is forrr @cassierins ! i rlly like this one so i hope you do too hehe
warnings - childhood friends -> lovers, fluff, trinity mention, readers gender isn't specified unless you count the picture above where the little girl is wearing a dress, idk what else lmk if theres anything i should add here
Dennis Whitaker had always been bad at keeping secrets from you.
At eight years old, he lasted exactly four minutes before blurting out that heâd accidentally broken your favorite dinosaur toy and buried it behind the swing set because he thought âdead toys deserved funerals.â At twelve, he ruined your birthday surprise two weeks early because he got too excited watching you walk home from school.
And at sixteen, he tried â and failed miserably â to hide the fact heâd gotten into a fight after some guy called you annoying during lunch.
âYou should see the other guy,â heâd muttered afterward, split lip curled into a grin while you dabbed antiseptic against his face.
âYou are the other guy, Dennis.â
âYeah, but I won.â
That was the thing about Dennis. Even when he was being awkward or impulsive or acting like a complete idiot, being around him felt easy. Familiar, like muscle memory. Like home.
He was why your parents stopped asking where you were whenever you disappeared from the house. If you werenât in your room, you were probably with Dennis. And if Dennis wasnât home, his mom automatically assumed he was sprawled across your bedroom floor stealing your snacks like he had done when you were kittle.
Childhood blurred into middle school, then high school, then college and being an adult and yet somehow Dennis was still there for every important moment of your life.
The first panic attack you ever had in tenth grade? Dennis skipped class to sit with you in the counselorâs office, talking nonsense about comic books until your breathing evened out and you laughed at whatever stupid thing he said. Like he was waiting to hear that laugh he had known his whole life.
Your first heartbreak? Dennis showed up outside your window at midnight holding gas station candy and three terrible romcom DVDs.
âYou hate romcoms,â youâd said, climbing back inside with him.
âIâm making sacrifices for your emotional well-being.â
âSo you brought the notebook then?"
âI said sacrifices, not an actuall death wish?"
And when his dad left during senior year, slamming the front door hard enough to shake the walls, Dennis climbed through your bedroom window at two in the morning without saying a word.
He just sat beside you on the bed while you held him together.
That was how it had always been with the two of you.
No matter what happened, you found each other again.
Even now, a years after dennjs moved to pittsburgh and out of nebraska, not much had changed because you moved to a town nearby.
You still spent most evenings at the place he moved into since his roomate Trinity actually seemed to like you. Dennis still stole fries off your plate even after ordering his own food. And he still looked at you with that same soft expression that made your stomach feel weird if you thought about it for too long.
Which you absolutely did not.
Mostly.
Okay, maybe constantly.
The realization hit you slowly, then all at once.
It happened on a random Thursday night while the two of you sat on the right beside his open bedroom window, sharing a blanket because Dennis insisted you looked âdramaticâ shivering in the cold rain air.
âYou know,â he said suddenly, staring up at the sky, âI think weâd survive a zombie apocalypse.â
You snorted. âDennis, you cried when we watched Train to Busan.â
âThat movie was actually sad.â
âYou would die first.â
âNo way. Iâd protect you.â
The words were casual. Immediate. Like breathing.
Like there was never another option.
Your heart did something embarrassing inside your chest.
Dennis glanced over at you then, smiling a little. His hair fell into his eyes, messy from the wind, and for one horrible second you noticed everything all at once â the curve of his mouth, the warmth of his shoulder pressed against yours, the way he always looked happiest when he was with you.
âOh,â you thought.
Oh, no.
Because you were completely, hopelessly in love with your best friend.
And honestly? That wouldâve been manageable if Dennis wasnât Dennis.
But he was.
Which meant he noticed immediately.
âYou got quiet,â he said carefully.
âIâm thinking.â
âthats usually not a good idea.â
âShut up.â
He grinned at that, bumping his knee against yours beneath the vlanket. âSeriously, though. Whatâs wrong?â
You opened your mouth.
Then closed it again.
Because what were you even supposed to say?
Hey Dennis, weâve been inseparable since we were like 5 years old and somewhere along the way I started wanting to kiss you every time you smile at me?
Normal. Totally normal thing to admit.
âYou ever think,â you started slowly, âthat maybe we spend too much time together?â
Dennis blinked at you.
Then he looked genuinely horrified.
âNo.â
You laughed despite yourself. âYou answered that really fast.â
âBecause the alternative is spending time with other people.â
âThat sounds unhealthy.â
âIâm fine with that.â
Your chest tightened painfully.
God. He made this impossible.
The wind picked up around you, cool against your face, and Dennis reached up automatically to pull the blanket to cover more you than it did him.
The gesture was so instinctive he probably didnât even think about it.
You did.
âDennis,â you said quietly.
âYeah?â
And maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was the way the city lights blurred gold around him. Or maybe you were just tired of pretending your heart didnât jump every time he touched you.
Whatever it was, suddenly the words were leaving your mouth before you could stop them.
âI think Iâm in love with you.â
Silence.
Complete, horrifying silence.
Dennis stared at you.
You stared back.
Then, very softly, he said, âYou think?â
âOh my god, donât make fun of me right nowââ
âIâm not,â he interrupted quickly, eyes wide. âI justâ seriously?â
Your stomach dropped. âYeah. Sorry. I know that probably makes things weirdââ
âYouâre kidding, right?â
âWhat?â
Dennis actually laughed then, incredulous and breathless all at once. He dragged a hand down his face before looking at you like youâd personally offended him.
âIâve been in love with you since I was like fourteen.â
You blinked.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â
âNo, I definitely didnât, actually.â
Dennis groaned dramatically, falling back against the wall. âI thought I was being obvious! Like last week!â
âWhen you bought me a sandwhich?â
âYeah, because you were sad and likeâ!"
âThatâs not flirting, Dennis!â
âIt is for me!â
You couldnât help it. you started laughing. Full-on, canât-breathe laughter that had Dennis laughing too despite himself.
âYou are unbelievable,â you managed.
âYeah, well.â He looked at you then, softer now. Nervous in a way youâd almost never seen him. âYou still love me, though, right?â
Something warm cracked open inside your chest.
Always, you thought.
Always.
Instead of answering, you leaned forward and kissed him.
Dennis made the most pathetic surprised noise against your mouth before kissing you back immediately, one hand cupping your face like heâd wanted to do it forever.
Maybe he had.
When you finally pulled away, both of you smiling like idiots, Dennis rested his forehead against yours and laughed quietly.
âTook us long enough.â
You smiled. âYou couldâve said something first.â
âMm no I made it obvious, that was on you.â
âYeah, because apparently i was supposed to know that you flirt by giving out sandwhiches."
âIt worked, didnât it?â
Unfortunately for you and your point, it absolutely had.