Summary: Maybe being stuck at home for Christmas with Dean during a snowstorm, isn’t so bad after all.
Warnings: Light Smut, unprotected smut, language, fluff. That’s about it really.
Word Count: 2814
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Prompt: Elt9Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡap8h4LbOA5
You shivered as a cold draft of air blew into the Bunker behind you, Dean closing the door as quickly as he could with his hands full of groceries.
It had been snowing for three solid days now, and there were no signs of letting up any time soon. Dean was convinced that this was how the world was going to end - you were all going to freeze to death. He hated the cold, hated the snow, and more than that, he hated the holidays that usually came with this kind of weather.
You and Dean made your way towards the kitchen with this week’s supplies, as well as the next in your hands. Normally you would only buy enough for a couple of days, but since the weather conditions only seemed to worsen, you figured it might be best to stay hunkered down for a little while.
You dumped the bags down on the counter, Dean mimicking your actions, before the both of you shrugged out of your coats, throwing them down over the table in the corner with a huff as you looked at the sprawling display of things in front of you that needed to be put away.
“Okay,” Dean said, warming his hands by blowing on them and rubbing them together as his piercing green eyes scanned the items on the countertop. “You put away the freezer stuff, and I’ll clear up everything else except your lady products.”
A wicked smirk tugged on your lips as you grabbed the box of Tampons out of the bag, waving them around in front of his face in a manner that you knew was childish, but Dean seemed to bring out the brat in you.
“You mean these lady products, Dean?” You asked, giving him a cheeky smile that could make the Cheshire Cat jealous.
Dean’s wrinkled nose with his lips in a grimace was the cutest look of disgust you had ever seen, not that his perfect face wasn’t a factor, swatting your hand away like you were holding something revolting.
“Yes, that. Now come on, I want to get out of these jeans, and change into something warmer.” He turned his back to you in mock annoyance as you placed the tampons back on the counter with a chuckle, and started putting the frozen foods away.
It was quiet in the Bunker for the most part. Sam was snowed in at Jody’s when he’d gone up there last week to work on a case with the girls, and that just left Dean and you alone in the Bunker for the foreseeable future or at least until the snow melted enough for Sam to make it home.
Cas and Jack were on some sort of ‘Angel business’ and neither of you, dared to ask exactly what that was. Some things you were just better off not knowing until there was no way to ignore them.
Christmas was two days away, and while Dean never really made a big deal about the holidays, you always enjoyed celebrating them. It was the only thing you ever looked forward to as a kid growing up in the hunting life, something your mother tried to hold on which became normal for you. It was the only reminiscent of your childhood, and something that you clung to for comfort.
Once you were done, you saw that Dean was still working, so you grabbed the sanitary products and made your way to your room to change into your fuzzy pajama pants, and one of Dean’s old flannel you had stolen from him when you had first moved into the Bunker.
You didn’t need said lady products right now, but you didn’t want to be trapped here without them either. It sucked to be a female because you had to make sure you were prepared for these types of situations, hunter or otherwise. You never knew when you were going to need them, but it was usually at the most inconvenient moments of your life.
You smiled as you made your way from the bathroom after stashing the box away to your bedroom to change, thinking about Dean’s adorably childish reaction to you messing with him in the kitchen just now.
You knew he was just playing with you. Dean wasn’t bothered by something as small as a box of tampons, but he did love to get a rise out of you and did seem to enjoy the attention of any form he could get.
So he liked to be playfully grumpy with you, knowing you thought it was more than a little cute.
You were just finishing up throwing your hair into a messy bun when you heard a soft knock on the door and turned around to see a very confused Dean, holding a DVD case in his hand.
“Y/N, what’s this?” He asked, holding up the new Elf DVD that you had just purchased while on the supply run to watch later tonight after Dean went to bed.
“Whatever it is, it’s mine!” You snatched the DVD from his hand.
A smirk settled deeply on his handsome features as he strutted his way through the door towards you. Your eyes took him in, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his tightly fitted T-Shirt did very little to hide his well-toned chest and shoulders.
“Elf? Really Y/N/N, I took you to be more of a 50 Shades type of girl,” Dean said, flopping down on his stomach across your bed, his elbows bent with his smug face resting in his hands. He’d obviously found a way to get back at you for the little teasing back in the kitchen, and you just knew that he wasn’t going to let you brush him off that easy.
There had always been an undeniable sexual tension between you two, but neither of you ever acknowledged it. No, you weren’t dating, you weren’t friends with benefits, you were literally just friends. But that didn’t stop you from enjoying the view of the curve of his ass as he laid strewn across your bed.
Maybe you were more of a 50 Shades girl, but he didn’t need to know that. You liked the friendship between the two of you. He was the greatest thing that ever happened to you. He was your best friend, your rock, the person you went to when you needed someone to lean on. You couldn’t fuck that up just because you had feelings for him, there was no way that was ever gonna happen.
“Well Dean, we can’t be all kinky all the time, sometimes you need something a little vanilla,” you answered his question with a suggestive wink in order to keep up the banter that he’d started, but when you turned to look at him, your hair fell out.
Dean sat up cross-legged in the middle of your bed when you huffed looking in the mirror, watching you as you started fixing your hair again with an unreadable look on his face.
“Well, let’s watch it,” he said with a shrug.
You turned on the spot and stared at Dean like he’d popped out a second head.
“What?”
“Let’s watch it.”
“You wanna watch Elf? You feeling okay, Dean?”
Dean’s eyes narrowed at that, sticking his tongue out at you before jumping off of the bed and grabbing the DVD from your hands.
“ Dean Cave. Fifteen minutes.” He yelled over his shoulder, and you watched his retreating back as he made his way down the hall to start the movie for the two of you.
Shaking your head you laughed as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a few beers before you walked back to the Dean Cave.
Dean was always full of surprises. Just when you thought you had him figured out, he did something you never would expect. Like agreeing to watch a Christmas movie with you, when you knew he hated Christmas.
It wasn’t like it was a great mystery why that was. His father didn’t exactly qualify for the parent of the year nomination, and Bobby, well he tried, but he wasn’t that into it either. Good family memories just weren’t something Dean had.
When you stepped in the Dean Cave, Dean had pulled out one of the oversized blankets you kept in the laundry room for nights like this when you would all pile up in here and watch TV, and was waiting for you with the remote in his hand.
“I brought beer,” you said, holding the two clinking bottles high above your head as you approached the couch. Dean grinned at you before flipping the covers open for you., offering you to sit down beside him.
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” Dean said with an impish smirk, his lips grabbing your attention that you wanted to feel on your own.
You settled comfortably next to him as Dean hit play, throwing his arm around you and tucking you into his side before giving you a chaste kiss on the top of your forehead. It wasn’t anything unusual for Dean, but it made your heart flutter in your chest all the same.
You curled into his chest, laying your head against his shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around you with your legs on his lap. He felt warm and safe, and you honestly could have given everything you had to stay just like this forever.
As the credits rolled on the movie, Dean reached over and flipped the TV off, leaving both of you in the darkroom with the only light from the hallway peeking in through the cracked door.
“I have to admit, for a Christmas movie, it wasn’t that bad.” Dean said, wrapping the blankets tighter around the two of you instead of getting up like you had expected him to.
Dean’s large hand brushed a stray hair away from your face as he held you against him, his face so close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your skin.
“See, maybe you should do what I suggest more often,” you fired back, trying to keep the conversation light and ignore his hand that was under the covers slowly creeping its way up to your thigh as he laughed.
“I don’t think so, sweetheart. Tomorrow we’re watching Death Race, like it or not.”
Even in the darkness of the room Dean’s eyes seemed to sparkle just a little, and the army of butterflies in your stomach started to take flight against you.
You could have sworn he was moving closer to you although it seemed impossible as he held you closer to his large frame.
“Dean, I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whispered as his lips came ever so close to your own that they were almost brushing.
He just chuckled in response, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t see the problem, I mean, people already think we’re a couple now.”
Before you could even register what he was saying, Dean’s lips captured yours in a sweet, slow kiss that made your toes curl and your breath hitch in your throat. It didn’t last long, but it was long enough to leave you breathless as he pulled away from you.
“I know I joke around a lot, but I can be as soft as you need me to be, if you’d give me the chance to show you.”
You could literally feel your heart pounding in your ears as his eyes scanned yours, fear of rejection lingering not far below the surface.
You don’t know what made you react, you just did. In a spurt of bravery, you closed the distance between you, your lips crashing into his as his arms wrap even tighter, pulling your body flush against his.
You could feel his excitement growing by the prominent bulge that was forming in his sweatpants as his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it just hard enough to pull a moan from your lips.
“Let me show you, baby, let me show you what you do to me,” Dean murmured, his hands tracing the skin of your back.
You had wanted this to happen for so long, that it almost felt like a dream. But one thing was for sure, you weren’t going to push him away anymore. Dean was the kind of person that took things to heart, and if you rejected him, even if it was out of your own fear, you knew you would lose him forever.
“Then show me, Dean.” You mutter against his lips.
Not even for one second did Dean break eye contact with you as he pulled your shirt over your head before finding your lips again with his own, dominating your mouth, his hands explored the now exposed skin. You didn’t miss the low growl that came from him when he discovered you’d decided to forgo wearing a bra. His hands slid over your exposed breath before running his thumb over each nipple. His tongue licked into your mouth in a way that made you shiver in his hold. The man was good, and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.
His hands wandered to the waistband of your pants and pulled them down in one smooth go, leaving you fully exposed before him.
His eyes traveled shamelessly over your body, his white teeth sinking into his lower lip.
“You’re fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” Dean said, his voice deep and dripping with lust.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Winchester,” you purred.
It took him mere seconds to strip out of his clothes. You noticed that he’d also chosen to go without his underwear and you couldn’t help the smirk forming on your lips.
He was gorgeous. His well-toned body from a life of hunting and killing monsters hovered over your small frame on the couch you were laying on. His thick length was heavy and dripping against your already wet folds as his lips found your throat, running his teeth lightly over your collar bone before sucking his mark there.
“I’ve wanted you like this for so fucking long, baby girl,” Dean said between kisses as he rutted on your folds. His blunt tip created just enough friction on your sensitive clit to drive you crazy and want more.
“Then have me, Winchester, what are you waiting for?” You asked him teasingly.
Dean repositioned his hips, and with one smooth thrust, he was fully seated inside of you without warning, his face hidden in the crook of your neck as he panted above you, holding himself still and giving you time to adjust.
You had never been so full, so stretched as you were right now. It took you a moment before you were able to roll your hips against his, giving him the push he needed to start moving. At first, he set a slow, steady pace. Each stroke of his cock against your already clenching walls driving you higher and higher until his tip hit that special spot deep inside of you at which you cried out.
“Fuck, Dean,” you moaned, before his lips found yours in a deep kiss that was all tongue and teeth.
You could already feel that familiar coil begin to wind tight in your abdomen with each thrust of his hips.
Dean could tell you were getting close, and he picked up a faster, deeper pace, hitting your g-spot directly every time.
“Come on baby, I can feel you’re close. Let go,” he said breathlessly, his rhythm beginning to falter.
It was like that was the command your body had been waiting for, and you came with a silent scream as your walls clamped down around him, and his hips locked in place as he spilled his seed deep inside of you, your walls milking every drop his body could give you.
When you both came back down from your high Dean laid down next to you in the small space, pulling the covers over the two of you and snuggling into you.
You both stayed there in silence for a minute before you finally had the courage to speak.
“Where does this leave us, Dean?” You asked him as his lips brushed over the exposed skin of your shoulder.
“It means your mine now, baby girl. Merry Christmas,” He said, his voice cocky and he was back to being the Dean you loved so much
Turning around you swatted him playfully on his arm before settling back into his hold, nuzzling into his chest before letting out a content sigh of your own.
“Best Christmas present ever,” you tell him before drifting off to sleep in the arms of the man you would always love with your whole heart, but now, he was yours and you, his.
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