Request: Are you taking requests? If so would you possibly write a one-shot with Dean where the reader is in little space and just wants to cuddle and nuzzle her head in his neck and give him lots of little kisses and play with his hands? It’s just super fluffy 🥺🥺🖤
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Language? Nothing else really…
Word Count: 8729Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVQAwpKBuXm
It had been a very long hunt, it took way longer than expected to wipe out that damn grime, and it had left you and Dean with your share of bumps and bruises.
By the time it was over, you were both just done. Mentally and physically exhausted.
Sure you had both hunted worse things out there, especially Dean, but for some reason the fact that the damn thing seemed to be targetting children in the house; and just being hard as fuck to get rid of, to begin with, had just drained the two of you more than any Demon or whatever else you all seemed to face in this life.
The hotel room was small.
Smaller than the ones you normally stayed in.
Mostly because the town was small, and you didn’t exactly have a bunch of sleeping options. This place basically had a bar, a gas station, and a shitty ass motel room that you were pretty sure Dean was paying by the hour, and just not telling you so that you wouldn’t get totally grossed out on him.
In all honesty, you were just done, and Dean was done too.
Sam had elected to stay out of this hunt, and you were secretly glad, you loved Sam, but the boy was huge, and in the currently sleeping situation it would make things really hard right now…..
That, and you wanted to spend as much alone time with Dean as possible.
Lately, in fact, it’s all you wanted to do….
The two of you had been in a sort of awkward relationship for the past year.
You don’t remember how it happened, it just happened one day… And neither of you tried to stop it.
It just was..
You heard the shower door open, and Dean crossed the room to the small bed that they claimed was a queen, but honestly was more of a full-sized bed, and flopped down next to you.
“You okay?” He asked you, looking over at you with his head propped up against the headboard…
“Yeah… I’m okay…” You tell him.
Reaching over you grab his large hand in your own. Lacing your fingers together, his hand basically swallowing yours, his calloused fingers brushing against your skin, the light dusting of freckles covered his hand, and just about every inch of skin he had showed themselves more tonight in the shitty motel room lighting than they normally did.
His touch was warm, and that’s what you craved most, warmth… His warmth…
That body heat that came from just Dean that nothing else could seem to imitate..
Dean wasn’t much of a cuddler, you guess that he’d just been through too much to waste time on something like cuddling, but it’s all you craved from him….
Tonight was no exception…
Dean seemed to sense that tonight had been harder on you than other hunts, his piercing green eyes searched yours, as his tongue peeked out and licked across his lips. You could practically see the wheels turning in his mind.
“Come here..” Dean said, his voice tired and rough, the exhausting events of the day seemed to be weighing down on him just as heavily as they were you.
Maybe even though he never wanted to admit it, he needed it too….
Dean pulled you close to him, turning on his side and tucking you into his large body like you were his favorite pillow. Pulling the covers around you both. Letting his warm body swallow your small frame.
You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling him deeply, letting Dean engulf you in just him…
The warmth of his body seemed to soak its way through your skin into your very soul as his hands made little random patterns along the bare skin of your arm and down across your back. His lips made little trails over whatever part of your neck and shoulder he could reach.
There was no great need. There was no hurry. No hidden agenda. It was just whispered affirmations and unspoken promises that he was there, and wasn’t ever going anywhere.
Your lips trailed over his neck and he shuttered a little against you, sighing deeply in contentment.
At that moment, just the two of you laying there together, wrapped up in and around each other. It was more intimate than anything you had ever experienced, You felt closer to him in a whole new way.
That’s the way you stayed the whole night.
Even long after Dean drifted off to sleep with you wrapped up tight around him, you lay there playing with his hands, tracing the little freckles that dusted the skin there. Memorizing everything. Every small scar on his knuckles, every little perfect imperfection that made up Dean, and you were sure you could die right here, and you would gladly accept that fate, because this was your home. Wrapped up in Dean’s hold. Safe. Warm. His.
You made a promise to yourself that the two of you were definitely going to be doing this more often, because there was no place you’d rather be than right here in Dean’s arms, and you knew he needed it too, even though he didn’t admit it to you out loud. This was his home to…
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