#backseat

-Warning// none really, lead up to smut but no actual smut, fluffy, slight taste of angst ;)

-lil summary// stormy weather and no motel because Dean wanted to be stubborn till it was too late to find one, Sam spends most of this one asleep with small appearances, and of course our favorite car, baby

Dean x reader

word count// 1.6K

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(GIF FROM PINTEREST)

The rain hammered against the impala as thunder rolled from the dark sky outside, Metallica playing softly on the radio, Sam had been snoring in the passenger seat for the last 2 hours, while you tried to stay awake to keep Dean company, no matter how many times he tried to get you to go to sleep. 

"It's getting really bad out there, maybe we should try finding a motel?" You suggested in a tired voice, "ah you scared of a little thunder, sweetheart?" Dean teased, his eyes catching yours in the rearview mirror, "no, I'm scared we could get in a crash because the roads are rough and it's hard to see, honey" you hit back with a small sarcastic smile 

"Alright, you have a point. I'll pull in the next motel" he promised "thank you" you couldn't help the triumphant smile that took over your lips. Knowing it could be another 30 minutes to and hour before a motel would turn up, you pulled the blanket Dean had thrown into you last food stop, over your shoulders , leaning back against the leather seats

you couldn't help but admire Dean driving, his apple green eyes barley ever left the road, only flashing to catch your's in the mirror, every time your eyes met the butterflies erupted in your stomach, that was just like Dean, he'd flash you a smile, get your coffee order right and anytime it was his turn to go grocery shopping he always remembered what you wanted, even if you hadn't put it on the list. 

When you last talked to Charlie she was adamant he was doing this because he liked you but you knew better. Dean liked easy girls with perfect figures he could one and done, and that just wasn't you. You just had to learn to accept it and ignore the pang of hurt that always welled up inside you, even if he continued to flirt with you, you knew that was just his personality... that was just Dean.

"Alright I don't think we're gonna find anything out here. It's seems pretty deserted, I'm gonna find a safe place to pull in and we'll just wait it out, sound good?" Dean asked his eyes finding yours in the mirror once more "sounds good to me".  Thankfully it wasn't that long before Dean was pulling into the side of the road far enough away so no passer buyers would see you guys and turning the car off.

Sam woke with a a yawn "are we there?", "nah Sammy, just had to pull in for night, road was just getting worse, couldn't risk my baby getting a scratch now could I?" He joked with a playful smirk

Sam rolled his eyes "alright, what's the sleeping arrangements then, cause there's three of us and only two benches"..... oh crap you didn't even think about that, where the hell were you gonna sleep?

"Well you take the front and Y/N and I will take back" Dean said like it was nothing, like he hadn't even had a second thought about it "perfect" Sam was already shrugging his jacket off into a make shift pillow and kicking his shoes off "guess that's my queue to get in the back" you giggled, Dean rushing to get out and back in the back "fuck, it's cold out there"  your eyes racked over his now soaking body as he locked up baby,  "Jesus Dean you weren't even out there three seconds" he laughed at your exasperation, Sam's snores already taking over the front seat

"Yeah I know" he shook his head are droplets flying everywhere, he shrugged his jacket and shoes off next to your own "so how are we supposed to.. y'know sleep?" You questioned, gesturing to the small space "okay I'll lay down and you lay on top of me, like a human mattress, sound good or would you prefer something else?" He asks raising his eyebrows in question. "Nope, sounds good" you sat up, moving to allow Dean to lay down, waiting until he was flat on his back, a make shift pillow with his flannel, leaving him only in his black undershirt and jeans

He opened his arms, signalling he was ready. You tried to ignore your heart that was thumping against your chest, sure you and Dean share beds before over the years, but that was different, you weren't laying on top of Dean in such an intimate way, having his arms wrapped protectively around your waist.  Dean pulled the blanket you'd been using around your back covering you both in a quiet warmth, his fingers subconsciously  running through your hair

 "you asleep?" He whispered after a couple of minutes of silence between you both, the only sounds being the rain outside and Sam's snores

"nope" you whispered back, now angling your neck so that you were looking up at him, " you comfortable enough?" He asked, his fingers never haltering their movements through your hair "definitely, I just feel bad I'm crushing you" dean scoffed at your words "you're not crushing me, there is no place I'd rather be than under you" it was your turn to scoff now "oh yeah, I'm sure you'd rather be under that slutty waitress back in Michigan again." Snapping your eyes away from his to lay back down on his chest hoping he'd stop with the flirty comments, if this had been any other situation, where you were not laying on top of him, you’d have been able to ignore the flirting but your emotions were on high alert, nervous you’d blurt out your true feelings for him. 

Dean was taken back, he hadn’t even acknowledged that women’s advances. Hell he stoped looking at other women the second he felt something other than lust for you. He just didn’t know how to get you to fall for him, he tried flirting but you never seemed to reciprocate, but now you’re jealous over something that never even happened, maybe he was wrong, maybe you did feel something for him too. 

 "hold on a second now, I didn't sleep with that girl what are you talking about?" His finger under your chin pulling your gaze back to his "I'm not stupid Dean. Every time we go to a diner, a bar or even on a hunt you always manage to have some girl drop to her damn knees for you. It was no different with her, she practically eye fucked you the whole time we were in there, then you disappeared all night, so yeah I know you'd rather be under those kind of girls instead of me" your whispered tone turning angrier with each word

"I didn't sleep with that waitress. I haven't slept with anyone in over a year and if you want to know why then I really must have lost my charm sweetheart" Dean told you with a nervous chuckle, you squinted your eyes at him confused "what do you mean you lost your charm?" 

Dean sighed, cupping your face in his hands now, leaning towards you, nose bumping yours, his breath hot against your lips "tell me to stop and I will" his voice low and deep, ignoring his words you surged forward crashing your lips to his passionately 

His hands were all over you now, running down your sides to grip your ass under the blanket, pressing you harder against him "does that answer your question? Dean panted, his lips leaving yours, to trail down your neck "I think I've got the idea by now Winchester" you moaned rolling your hips against his, feelings his thick bulge against your core

Before anything could go further a loud grumble from the front seat brought you both back to reality “wait Dean. We can’t, we’re not alone” you whimpered, trying everything in your power to fully pull away from his plump lips on you  “your right we can’t” he  panted, moving his kisses back your mouth “please stop” Sam mumbled annoyed before rolling over to get back to sleep

“Relax Sammy, not my fault you’re not getting laid tonight” swatting his chest once more “neither are you Casanova” Dean feigned offence dramatically “aw c’mon baby I thought we were having a moment there” his tone turned slightly more serious by the end, almost as though he was putting up a guard, afraid of your answer “we were definitely having a moment De. I’m just saying our moment is getting cut short until we no longer have an audience” chucking Dean placed one more small kiss against your swollen lips 

“Just in case I didn’t make it clear enough, I’m into you sweetheart. And I don’t mean just sex, I mean that I want all of you” your heart thumped wildly against your chest  at his confession “I’m want you too de” pressing your forehead against his you couldn’t help the quiet giggles leaving your lips “what’s so funny?” Sighing happily you told him “the irony in the situation, I mean we could have been doing this for the last year and a half if we would have just talked to each other” deans thumb rubber lovingly along your cheek “we’re talking now, and I can’t lie, I kinda like the fact we got together in here, I mean it makes sense. Making you my baby… in my baby” your mouth was sore at this point from all the smiling he was making you do “that’s really sweet de” pressing a kiss to your forehead Dean then pulls you tight against his chest like you were not that long ago.

“only for you baby” deans whispered words were the last you heard before falling into a deep slumber, not in the arms of your crush, but now the arms of your boyfriend. 

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SORRY i know its been forever but i was in the early days with my boyfriend and didn't have any time to write. but I'm back now I PROMISE... of course with another Dean one, i just cant seem to keep any ideas i think of for poor Sam and Cas and I'm sorry so if you guys want to message me simply with 'Sam or Cas' or want to comment i promise whoever gets the most votes i will write for them, of course you guys are more than welcome to elaborate if you want your own imagine to come to life,, anyways sorry for the long chat, BYEEE :):):):)

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Tonight I'm gonna give you all my love on the backseat 💚