#DEAN-WINCHESTER
MY GIF.
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Status: Slept in the same bed
Storyline: Something was after you, as protection you called Bobby, and he sent Sam and Dean. The brothers fight over who gets to patrol your ground while the other searches the town.
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Feeling something coming after you, you immediately call the only person who could help. "Bobby? Something's coming, and I'm scared."
"Lock your door. I'm going to send help. They're on their way." You thank him and hang up.
Bobby Singer was a friend of your old man, and ever since he died, Bobby was your father figure. "Alright, boys. Go to this house. Y/N thinks something is coming for her. I want you guys to protect her. She's like my daughter."
"Is she hot?" Dean asks, and Bobby smirks.
"I guess you're going to find that out."
As you were waiting for help, you decide to watch the football game. When you pop open your beer, there were three loud knocks on your door. "Y/N, we were sent here from Bobby." Relieved, you open the door, revealing two gorgeous men.
"Well, hello, beautiful." The cute one says, looking at you up and down.
"I'm guessing you're Dean and, you must be Sam. Come in." You let both guys in, studying your place. "Would you guys like a beer? I've got some El Sol." You saw they were both tempted, but they declined anyway. You explained that coming back from work, you kept seeing a black shadow following you around. But, every time you checked, there was no one.
You turn around to go back into the living room when you hear, "rock, paper, and scissors." The boys were playing a game of three. What the hell were they doing? "Guys? What are you doing?"
"Playing a game, to know who will stay with you here while the other one looks around your house for clues," Sam says, losing against his brother. "Jerk." He looks at you and then leaves with a gun. Dean was staring at you, smiling.
"How about that beer now?" You shake your head and popped open a bottle for him. You walk back to your couch and finish watching the game. Dean followed you when he saw you were watching the game. His eyes went wide. "Marry me?" You laugh, taking a sip of your beer.
"So, tell me, how do you know Bobby?"
"Good friend of my dad's," you answer, watching Dean finish the last gulp of beer he had left.
"Where's your father now?" You didn't know if you should tell him, but why not?
"My dad used to hunt like you. When my mother got attacked, he wanted to kill the demon, but instead, the demon killed him. Well, from Bobby's point of view, my father got killed to protect someone, but I don't know whom. I know there was another man, but I never met him." Dean was looking at the ground, brainstorming peacefully.
"Was your father named Joe?" You nodded and wondered how he knows that. "If I had the chance, I'd thank him for saving my father." You understood now. Everything made sense. You smile at him, and now it was your turn to finish your beer. "Anyways, he's in a better place," you glance at the clock, realizing it's 1 AM. How long was Sam gone? "I'm going to bed. If you want, you can join me. I mean to lay down, with your gun under the pillow."
He looks at you with his mouth slightly open; he suddenly nods after 5 minutes of staring. "Give me a minute. I'm going to call Sam." You change into pajama shorts and a tank top, and you crawled under the covers leaving place for Dean. You hear the door open and then close again. The bed went down as Dean's weight sunk in. "Is Sam okay?"
"Yeah, he found some footprints on a wall. He's trying to figure out where it's leading. You should sleep, don't worry, I'm going to protect you. I owe you that." You didn't understand the last words he said because you drifted to sleep in a matter of seconds. You stir in your bed, laying your head on a chest. An arm comes wrapping your waist and gluing you to a body.
"Y/N? Dean? Wake up. It's gone." To Sam's voice, you slowly open your eyes. He was at the edge of your bed, holding in a smile. Dean wakes up, looking confused. "I slept the whole night with you? Hey- how did I lose my shirt?"
"Dean, please tell me you didn't-" you stopped Sam.
"No, we didn't do anything. I asked him myself if he wanted to lay down in bed with me." You stand up, opening the curtains.
"Of course, you accepted." Sam tells his brother, Dean waving his hands back, defending himself, he says, "It's my duty to serve the pretty lady."
