FORGIVEN // DEAN X READER

I'm Dean Winchester

"Welcome," he chuckled. "To our humble abode." The home was nothing like Bobby Singer's, and more a house than a home in a few ways but one. It lacked the same warm scent to it, and the dust along the books that hadn't been opened in a while. Instead, the house smelled of ash and animal poison. Curious, considering the boys hunt demons. Rats wouldn't seem like a big problem. The walls were lined with countless symbols that you could only guess the meaning of. Assuming you were going to learn about them, you brought your attention to each one as you passed.

But you couldn't stop staring at Dean.

It's not that you didn't enjoy staring at him, because he was a looker. Those damn green eyes Bobby told you about couldn't be put into words. His freshly shaven face was an interesting feature, considering their lack of time for personal grooming. His face was smooth, with no cuts or bruises. Another strange asset. His clothing was extremely tattered, no doubt he'd worn this same jacket on practically every hunt. Stains on everything he wore. And those damn eyes...

The thought left your mind.
Settle down, get married, leave hunting. It's all you ever told yourself. All you ever wanted to do. End up with Dean, you raise a child into this life. The child could end up going on without a mother or father. Or worse, you don't raise a child.
Dean Winchester was out of the question.

"So, (y/n), what got you into hunting?" Dean softly batted his emerald eyes, making your heart flutter a bit.

"My dad mostly, but he went on a big hunt a while back, nest of vamps. He didn't come back. Then, Bobby took me in. I swore I'd get revenge on the fanged freaks that did this to him, and no doubt, I took out their whole nest. With Bobby's assistance, of course. That was my first job, so after that, you got all kinds of monsters on your ass."

Dean stared at you with a sparkle in his eyes, and Sam entered the room.

"Well Dean, want to introduce me to the girl you're having a staring contest with or is this some normal occasion I've been missing during my research?" Sam smiled and extended a hand towards yours.

"(Y/n), this is my little brother Sammy." Sam's face lit up at the nickname and shook your hand.

"Well look at that, you come down for a glass of water and find a new friend." Sam started towards the fridge, skipping a bit in his walk.

Noticing he had yet to state his name, although you knew it well, you turned to Dean. "And you are, mystery man?"

"I'm Dean Winchester." He said with pride.

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Wh-what? I'm... Dean, really. I-"

"-I'm messing with you." You laughed in a breath and shook his hand. His hands were cold, unlike Sam's.

Nobody said much for a few seconds, giving you an excuse to get lost in Dean's eyes again. You sat facing him, and you could see his eyes searching yours too.

"Well," Sam cleared his throat. "This has been an awkwardly long silence. I'm going to go back to my research and uhh, Bobby, why don't you come with me?"

Bobby nodded without a word and headed upstairs with Sam.

"So," you coughed. "Tell me about yourself." You smiled, a bit nervously.

"Oh, right. Um, my dad, he's gone too. So is my mom. When I was really little actually. And uh-"

"Yourself, Dean. Tell me about you."

"Okay, I'm a hunter. And I hunt things, with my brother. Just picking up the family business."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I like pie, and beer. And rock music. And my car. And my favorite color is green. And sometimes I get sleep, sometimes I don't. But I like sleep. It's peaceful. I used to get nightmares, but hunters, don't we all have those when we're awake?" He paused, reaching for a beer across the table, and motioned your way. "Want one?" You nodded silently, waiting for him to start talking again. "And anyway, I don't do this a lot, you know? Talk about myself." Your eyes flickered to his lips, then back up to his eyes. He noticed. "Well how about you then?"

"Blue, I like blue. Like the ocean, the sky. And I like dreams; something to get lost in. And I like beer, I guess. Being drunk kinda helps you forget about all the monsters out there." You pressed your mouth to the bottle and took a sip.

Dean extended his bottle towards yours. "To beer, then."

You clanked your bottle slightly against his. "To beer."