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Summary: Dean realizes something when he takes you clubbing.
An: I blame usher for his one because I kept listening to โdj got us falling in loveโ and I couldnโt not think about Dean. Idek how I feel bout this tbh because I wrote this off of a music high and lowkey barley remember it ๐ญ.ย
WC: 1.09k - Dean Masterlist
The club was busy, people finally off of work and ready to enjoy the weekend. Waves of dancing and jumping bodies moved together in almost perfect sync. The bass rumbling through floor from music that you loved but rarely got to hear since Dean dispised radio music.
Dean pulled you close, leading you to the bar where he ordered four shots of tequila. Two for you and two for him. You thanked the bartender, picking up the first shots "cheers?" You gave him a smile, Dean smirked "cheers baby" the glasses clinked together and you both downed the shots. You winced at the burning feeling "that never gets easier" Dean laughed at your expression.
He sat back in his chair, an unusual sense of ease settling in his stomach as his eyes set steadily on you, moving to the rhythm of the music. The blinding strobe lights and lasers made your eyes glow a little brighter.
You had way less of a tolerance for alcohol than Dean did, therefore you were already tipsy just from the first shot. The warmth of alcohol spread under your skin and your muscles finally relaxed.
"Ugh god I needed this." You admit, deans hands make themselves at home on your hips, for the first time in a long time he looks truly laid back. His pink pillowy lips pulled up into a easy smile, eyes taking your attire.
He pressed his lips to your neck, his scent engulfed you, it was one of the rare time he'd let himself enjoy something as simple as calogne "y'know this outfit is driving me nuts" he muttered over the loud music.
A sense of confidence washed over you, whether from his complement, the vodka or just the fact that you actually feel sexy tonight.
"Is it?" You smirk as he pulls away from your neck, green eyes now looking at your lips, "gimmie a kiss pretty girl" he demands softly.
You can't deny him. You wrap your arms around his neck and connect your lips with his, a familiar feeling of a light buzz spread under your skin, one that could only be caused by Dean.
You hummed into him, his hands wandered down from your waist and towards your ass, causing you to seat them away. He pulled away from the kiss looking nothing but offended, you give him a look "Dean we're in public, I'm tipsy not drunk." You joke.
Suddenly all the lights in the club went dark. There were groans and 'boo's of disappointment but your heart dropped, you felt Dean stand beside you a prickly fear that your night of fun was officially cut short. Thankfully it wasn't the case because the lights came on and flashed in sync with a familiar song.
Your eyes met deans, that on edge look was back in his eyes, "maybe we're too traumatized for this" you joke, moving to grab the second glass of vodka that you had momentarily forgot about and downing it. You pushed his towards him "drink up sexy man, I wanna dance" you say.
Deans eyebrow quirked, once again downing the drink with ease. "Y'gonna make me dance now?" He asks. You nod, just a split second before you noticed a woman approaching, eyes set on you and Dean. Immediately irritation bloomed in you. That was until she moved right past him and to you.
The woman was brown skinned with voluminous curly hair and a sparkly red dress stepped towards you, clearly drunk and extremely impressed, she grabbed your hand and lifted it "damn girl, you are gorgeous" she said.
Your jaw dropped heat spreading through your face, you let out a laugh "thank you" you glanced back at Dean with surprise. There was a look in his eye, one that rivaled jealousy.
She must've taken note of your eyes because she too turned and looked at Dean, she eyed him up and down before looking back at you "is he yours?" She asked. You nodded, she smirked turning back to Dean "you're lucky I don't like girls cause she'd be my first pick" she admitted. deans eyes widened somewhat offended, you and the woman shared a laugh over it.
"Come dance" she said, pulling you towards the dance floor. You glance back at Dean, who was nothing more than amused.
Dean watched as you were pulled towards the dance floor, something curled low in his stomach. Jealously more than likely. He hated the idea of anyone having their hands on you wether it was with any kind of intent or not.
But as soon as a new song began to spill from the speakers and your face lit up like sunshine in the middle of a storm, the jealousy melted away.
He knew then that if there was any woman on the planet he was meant to marry, it was you.
Because then your hips started swaying along with the music, and you bounced around like you had not one care in the world. In that moment for Dean everything else disappeared. The drinks, the music, the people. Suddenly it was just him and you and God he wouldn't have it any other way.
His breath caught in his through when you looked towards him, a devious glint in your eyes before looking away. You began swaying your hips more seductively and just then Dean knew he could die a happy man, and fucking hell that outfit. The one that he encouraged you to wear out tonight was now biting him in the ass.
His daze in you was broken when he noticed two guys approaching you, and the woman who's name he didn't know and suddenly the jealousy was back by a tenfold. Because it was no longer harmless and he had realized ten seconds ago that he loves you.
He was on his feet in a heartbeat, moving through the crowd towards you. He reaches you just in time to block their view of you with his own body. He pulled you into him, body moving with yours. You didn't need to check and see if it was him because you knew. Just like he'd know.
His grip on your hips tightened as his head dropped to your shoulder. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the stuffy and warm air, but there was a faint hint of you in there that he couldn't help but notice.
His heart pounded in his chest when you leaned into him fully, your hands wandering up and down any part of him you could appropriately reach.
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Okay sooo I had this idea as I was going to sleep last night. Anyway- I just wanted something where reader just unironically starts calling Dean cowboy not knowing how flustered and giddy it makes him. Like she walks in the room in the morning and is like โmornin cowboyโ and he kinda short circuits. Little moments like that :) thank you, love ya ๐คญ!!
this might be a lil bit shitty cause im quite literally halfway through the supernatural finale and i lLITERALLY can't stomach it...... </3
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summary: Dean's always loved westerns, but he never imagined his favorite thing would become his favorite nicknameโ especially when it's coming from you.
warnings: fem!reader (i think), could be platonic or romantic dean x reader, sam is a meddling little shit (love him), mentions of deanโs past and his love for westerns, overall just fluff and a bit of crackโ think thatโs all !!!
"Morning, cowboy"
Dean looked up from his coffee just in time to catch your sleepy smile as you shuffled into the kitchen. "Morning" He answers automatically, voice still a bit raspy from snoring all night.
You reached around him to grab a mug, gently bumping his shoulder in the process. "You make enough for me too?"
"Yeah" He grunts, still too busy downing his coffeeโ after all he is one of those Facebook soccer moms that says nobody can talk to him until he gets caffeine in his body in the mornings.
"Mhmโฆ Thanks De, you're the best" And just like that, you disappeared down the hallway with your mug as if nothing had even happened, leaving Dean rooted to the kitchen floor and confused little frown on his pretty face.
Sam didn't even bother looking up from his cerealโ some disgusting all-bran, zero sugar, fully wheat, no happiness concoction he swears by. "Yโknow, for a guy who's killed demons, you're surprisingly easy to catch off guard"
Dean frowned, the previous sleepy haze disappearing into dumbfounded offenseโ how dare Sammy question his guarded-ness. "What?"
"Morning, cowboy" The youngest Winchester mimics your voice, weirdly accurately by the way. "Yeah" He pitched his voice even lower than his usual tone, making it gruffer to mock his brotherโs drawl. "You're the best" Sam snorted at his own (not so) clever jokes. "You looked like someone unplugged your brain there, dude"
Dean immediately gets defensive because what the Hell is he even talking about?
ย Actually, this whole thing about you calling him โcowboyโ started a couple days ago after catching him rewatching The Good, the Bad and the Ugly for what mightโve been the fifth time since youโd met himโ youโre pretty sure Clint Eastwoodโs his favorite person ever. Back then, youโd teased him about owning (which was weird enough by itselfโ who even has movie CDs anymore?) more westerns than anyone under sixty. "Yโknow you're basically a cowboy trapped in the twenty-first century, right?"
Dean had just rolled his eyes, chuckling at the joke like he always didโ he was used to people (Sam mostly) teasing him about hisโฆ peculiar obsession with everything-cowboy.
Ever since then, the nickname stuck. The important thing though, is that it isn't ironic anymoreโ at first, maybe? You guess it mightโve been, but then it just kinda became his name. "Grab that for me will ya, cowboy?" โฆ "Thanks, cowboy" โฆ "Drive safe, cowboy" Which to Dean, somehow feels infinitely more intimate than just his government name.
Sure, yeah, he loves being fussed over. Sue him! Growing up he was his fatherโs afterthought, that man couldnโt care less about what happened to him. So now, finally having people who genuinely love him and care about his wellbeing? Hell yeah. But having that plus having his cowboy โfetishโ fed is frigging awesome.
He's had nicknames his whole life: Winchester, apex predator, jerk, idjit, douchebag, assbuttโฆ None of them ever made his chest feel all warm and swollen with pride. But cowboy? God that hit him right in the chest. You say it like you're fond of himโ like the word itself has become so intimately entwined with him, that you donโt know where the nickname ends and he starts.
Sam (ever the meddling little brother he is) obviously chooses to mess with Dean about it whenever he has a chanceโ especially whenever he catches him smiling to himself. "Yโknow why she calls you that, right?" Dean shrugs, trying his very best to hold onto that unphased-hunter facade. "Itโs because you're obsessed with westerns, man"
"Your point?"
Sam just looks at him for a second, caught between amusement and bewilderment. (Like he usually was when dealing with his brother, to be fair) "...You think it's hot?โ
Dean nearly spits out his beer, coughing harshly into his fist while hitting his chest to catch his breath. "Dudeโ What? No!"
"Rightโฆ Then why do you smile every single time?"
"Like Hell I do" The blonde retorts defensively, stubborn as ever because of course he isโ heโs Dean Winchester after all.
"Dean" Sam dead-pans, giving him one of those deeply unimpressed looks of his.
The eldest Winchester takes a sip of his beer. (Half to keep himself busy, half to ignore his brotherโs teasing) "...Shut up"
Itโs half-hearted and grumbling, because trulyโ itโs not about Dean thinking cowboy is a sexy nickname. Itโs about you noticing something about him, feeling seen. Something objectively small, something nobody else would've second-guessed. You saw this nerdy love for westerns and decided to turn it into something affectionateโ that's what really gets him every single time.
A couple weeks later, Dean had a rough huntโ he's exhausted, bruised and just overall drained. Heโs sitting on the edge of a table, not quite relaxed yet but clearly relieved to be back home after a demanding dayโs worth of work. You walk over with two beers, one already ready for him. "You okay there, cowboy?"
No jokes, no sarcasm, no teasingโ just that soft, familiar concern. Dean looks over at you, a small, grateful smile on his lips as he grabs the bottle from your hand. "...Yeah"
"You sure?" Youโve learned to ask at least twice with these Winchester menโ idiots could be bleeding out and still insist itโs โall goodโ unless you double down and pressure them to be honest. He nods and you gently squeeze his shoulder, seemingly satisfied with his answer. "Alright" You head back towards your room before he can say anything.
Dean watches you go with this tiny smile, all soft and dazedโ the previous exhaustion briefly forgotten. Sam, who's of course witnessed the whole thing from the libraryโs doorway, just sighs. "Dudeโฆ You are so unbelievably gone"
His brother doesn't even try to deny it this time, he just looks down at the beer in his hand, still smiling to himself. "...Yeah"
Sorry just now seeing this ๐ but this is so cute and exactly what I imagined!! Also youโre at the end of spn? Iโve already got it set in my head that the ending will never come for me because I canโt accept it. Nope.
Idc, normalize kink shaming. Cause y'all be using โdonโt kink shameโ and โitโs fictionโ to excuse being into incest, pedophilia, cannibalism, etc. Like, be so fr, you ship a 14 year old with a 30 year, want to get railed by your dad and want to see two brothers f*ck each other. I donโt engage with things fictionally that I donโt like/wouldnโt want to do in real life. Yes, Iโm judging you.
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Iโm so bothered by marvel completely sidelining and disregarding black and POC Characters who should be huge parts of the plot. Like what the hell is going on.
Announcing all of it the day after spider-man released is so blatantly obvious that they know itโs wrong and theyโre trying to use the spider-man press to cover it up.
You and Sam had been pushing yourselves through back to back hunts for weeks, staying up late to research, waking up early to get a jump on going over crime scenes and talking to family members of victims. You'd been pushing yourselves too hard and it was finally starting to catch up to you.
You were sorting through the bloodied up clothes you had to fit in your bag somewhere away from the clean ones, when you felt a hand clamp down on your arm, tugging you back until your feet got caught behind each other, landing on the mattress with a thud.
"Sam!" You batted at him arms, feeling both of them close around you.
He didn't respond, merely humming as he brought you into his chest, caging you in.
"Baby, we need to clean up, and shower, and get ready for bed-"
"We're in bed, honey" He mumbled, nuzzling closer, lips against your temple, too tired to even press a kiss there.
"You know what I mean"
"Gimme five minutes. Then you can get up"
"Sam, I just need-"
"You need to stay, for four and a half minutes"
"C'mon, I-"
"Four and a half minutes, that's all I'm asking"
"Fine" You huffed, pretending not to be tempted to stay.
Your forehead shifted to rest against his shoulder, his warmth beginning to soak in, luring you to rest.
"Four and a half minutes" You slurred, melting into his hold "Tha's all"
"Four and a half minutes, baby" Sam's hand smoothed up and down your back, keeping you close.
Guys good news!! Iโm finally getting some therapy :) uh yeah. Iโm happy, even thought Iโm probably not gonna feel like that when the time comes ๐ญ
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