Request: Okay, so I was just watching a few recent spn episodes and saw Garth episode. This gave me a curious idea, can you write dentist reader x dean? They’re in a relationship, one day when Dean eats something, it pains and the reader has to look into it? and then the reader says wisdom tooth extraction? Also, the fear of the dentist which dean already has (shown in the episode, I found it very funny) I know it’s a weird request but I also think it would be very funny🙈
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Dentist!Reader
Word Count: 1765
Warnings: Dean being a cute, overgrown, man-child. Light language probably because it’s me y’all. Fluff maybe? Fear of Dentist, I think that’s it.7Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4twVSLaySe
You were sitting at the table alone mindlessly chewing your food, not looking at anything in particular. The bunker was cold and quiet with the boys still asleep soundly in their rooms, or so you thought. Dean and Sam had let you move into the bunker about a year ago, even though you weren’t a hunter you had grown up in the life, and finding people that knew about what was really out there, but had some sort of medical training was hard to find. You just happened to be a dentist.
You were also dating Dean, and that’s the main reason you had moved into the bunker so that you could be safe. Being in a relationship with Dean automatically drew a large target on your back.
You didn’t really care that it drew a target on your back. You had Dean, and he was worth every risk. The sound of Dean’s feet dragging across the floor entering into the kitchen pulled you from your blank stare at the wall, and to a sleepy, frumpled hair Dean.
“Morning,” he grumbled as he made his way sleepily towards the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup of coffee then making his way over to the cereal and flopping down at the table with you with the box in hand, no bowl, no milk, just the box, but that was Dean, and that’s why you loved him. He was who he was and there was no changing it, and you wouldn’t even if you could. You loved every little weird, quirky thing about him.
“Morning, you look like you slept well, ” you said with a chuckle as you watched him trying to open the box of cereal. His still semi sleepy state making the task a little more daunting than it probably should have been.
“Yeah, nightmare free for the first time in weeks, a guy can’t complain,” he said, leaning over and giving you a peck on the lips before grabbing a handful of cereal and cramming it into his mouth, chewing a few times then making a strange face before swallowing, then sitting there looking at the box like it had personally offended him, causing you to giggle into your coffee cup.
“What’s wrong is it stale or something?” you ask him, still snickering at him. You couldn’t help it, he was just so damn cute in the mornings. Especially when something wasn’t going exactly his way.
“No… Uh… It’s nothing baby, I’m just not awake yet, maybe I should go back to bed and try again,” he mumbled, getting up and putting away the cereal before grabbing his coffee and making his way to his room, giving you a kiss before leaving the kitchen.
You shook your head and then got up to start the day. You didn’t have any patients today, so you were going to go on a supply run, and get some cooking and laundry done later. Getting up you started to make the shopping list not giving Dean’s little incident too much thought. He was fickle about some things, and maybe something wasn’t going his way. You were sure he was fine.
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Three hours later you found yourself walking down the local supermarket aisle a list in hand, and Dean following you pushing a shopping cart, looking at different things on the shelves, and throwing random junk food into the shopping cart that wasn’t even on the list, you were sure he was doing some of it just to annoy Sam later, but Dean was an overgrown child in a lot of ways, it was best to let him just play it out. Not get too involved in the whole brotherly thing.
You made your way through the store when you came upon an older woman handing out samples of little sausages on a pretzel stick. You didn’t even have time to react before Dean scampered by you towards the free food. Returning a few minutes later holding his prize in his hand and grinning at you like he’d done some great thing.
“Want one baby girl? I mean it’s literally meat on a stick.” Dean said, offering it to you. You laughed at his childlike behavior, shaking your head a little.
“Nope, I’ll pass babe, you go right ahead,” you tell him, receiving a grin from him before he popped both of them into his mouth proudly.
For a moment everything was fine until you noticed him crewing like he was angry, holding the side of your face.
“Everything okay baby?” you asked him concerned, and started to get a little skeptical. Dean looked at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“Uh… Yeah… Yeah, everything’s great.” he said, plastering a grin on his face, and removing his hand, coming up behind you wrapping his arms around you, making you laugh as an older couple gave you a dirty look for him nuzzling his face into your neck.
“Dean stop! People are watching,” you tell him a little embarrassed, momentarily forgetting his little issue.
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Three hours later you were standing in the kitchen flipping burgers as they sizzled, your mind on Dean’s reaction in the store along with this morning’s cereal incident.
You were wondering if Dean had started to have the beginnings of a toothache, but you also knew how much Dean HATED doctors in general, but a dentist, yeah that just wasn’t going to happen without a strong sedative.
Taking the sizzling meat out of the pan and placing it on the waiting hamburger buns you placed everything on the table along with a couple of beers before yelling at the boys in the library to come and eat their dinner.
You were going to be watching him for sure, and if he showed any signs of discomfort he was going to let you take a look even if you had to drug him.
Sam and Dean marched their way over to the table, and all of you sat down to your dinner.
“Looks great Y/N!” Sam praised you before grabbing his food and making his way towards the door. “If you two don’t mind I’m waiting on a skype call from Eileen,” he said, grabbing his plate and heading for the door.
“Looks like that’s still a thing,” Dean said, picking up his burger and taking a giant mouth full of food. Chewing a few times before grunting and wrinkling his nose.
“Dean, do you have a toothache?” you ask him, narrowing your eyes at him.
“NO! I just bit my tongue! I’m fine!” Dean said, before grabbing a mouth full of food, chewing a few times carefully.
You watched him as you ate and you could tell that he was struggling.
Finally, he must have bit it just right because he grabbed the side of his face and whined, looking at you like a little kid who was in deep shit.
“You need to become clean Winchester!” you tell him sternly and watch him sink into his chair a little.
“I’ve been having trouble with my back tooth today,” he said, “Every time I put pressure on it, it hurts,” he finally admitted sheepishly.
Getting up, and grabbing Dean by the hand you head toward the part of the bunker you had set up as an office, all your medical, and dental equipment set up with everything you needed.
At first, Dean followed along without a word, but by the time you got to the door, you were practically pulling him through it.
“Dean Winchester! You get your butt in that chair and let me have a look at your tooth!” you scold him.
“NO!” he said, doing his best to pull away from you. “NO, It will be fine! I’m fine!” he argued with you, ultimately losing the tug of war as you pushed him down into the exam chair, flipped on the overhead light, and straddled his hips to hold him down.
“Listen to me Dean, I’m not going to hurt you, you big baby, now that tooth is just going to get worse, and you’re going to let me see it!"
With a defeated look Dean finally opens his mouth, and you see the problem immediately. A Wisdom tooth was causing crowding and needed to be removed.
"Well, Dean looks like we’re going to have to extract that wisdom tooth,” you tell him, watching the color drain from his face and terror feel his features.
“Dean, you know I’m not going to do anything to hurt you, Baby, I’m going to put this gas on you, you’re going to take a nap, and when you wake up the tooth will be gone,” you tell him, running your fingers through his hair the way he always liked.
Finally, after a few minutes, he nodded his head, and let you get off of him. Slipping the mask over his face, and attaching the bib around his neck. It didn’t look like you were going to have to cut it out, it looked as if you were just going to be able to pull it and be done with it. So hopefully he’d forgive you quickly for what you were about to do to him. You didn’t want to see him in pain, and this was the only way to remedy it.
Turning the mask on you watched as his green eyes got heavy, and he slipped into a peacefully deep sleep.
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A few hours later you found yourself sitting in the Dean cave with Dean and Sam. Sam was sitting on the couch, torturing his brother by eating the popcorn he couldn’t have while you were all watching The Shinning. Dean gave his brother a dirty look every time Sam snickered with a bowl of Icecream in his lap.
You did the best you could not laugh at him. He was so cute when he sulked, and poor Sam rarely got the opportunity to rub anything in, so he was really enjoying himself right now.
Clearing his throat Sam looked up at the two of you while you ran your hands through Dean’s hair, and he continued to eat his ice cream ignoring Sam altogether now.
“So Dean, I guess you can literally say dating Y/N is like pulling teeth,” Sam said, doubling over with laughter. Dean said nothing, just nuzzled in closer to you still holding his bowl of ice cream.
“It’s okay baby, Sam’s got an appointment later next week for a cleaning, you never know what I might find,” you said with an evil smirk as you watch the popcorn fall out of Sam’s mouth, Dean laughing uncontrollably laid over in your lap.
“Like pulling teeth huh Sam?” you asked him, and Dean looks up at you proudly.
Oh, this was going to be so much fun.
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