Sunset

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Title: Sunset

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,190

Warnings: Fluff and a little swearing

A/N: This was based off a dream I had last night. I left an irrelevant part out, but I don’t think you’ll mind (; Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! I love you all so much!!

I recommend listening to this song as you read it <3 Witchcraft by Bohnes

(I totally had that on repeat as I wrote this)

You weren’t sure why Dean agreed to come back to your hometown with you.  He hardly spoke a single word, but you couldn’t be upset with him.  You hadn’t said a word either.  You could tell Dean wasn’t a fan of your family, or their friends for that matter.  You couldn’t blame him.  They were all terrible and hurtful towards you.

You were sitting at the picnic table with Dean, one of your brothers, and a few of his friends.  Dean was humming Metallica as he sat next to you.  It was no secret that you and Dean were dating.  It only made being around your family more difficult.  They always had questions for Dean that you knew he wasn’t going to be truthful about.

At this point, your brother’s friends were annoyed with your presence.   They started to make crude remarks about your appearance.  It’s why Dean started to hum music in the first place.  Your brother did nothing to stop the onslaught of insults.  Eventually Dean got up from his seat at the picnic table and left to sit under a tree several yards away from you.

“See, not even your boyfriend wants to be near you [Y/N],” one of your brother’s friends mused.  “I bet he doesn’t even wanna be with you.  He probably feels bad for you [Y/N].”

“Shut up,” you mumbled.  You heard worse insults from demons.  These guys were either jealous or they just didn’t like you.  Either way you didn’t care.  You were happy with Dean.  You were sure that Dean was happy with you too.  

After another ten minutes of insults, you got up from the picnic table and walked away.  You were tired of the negativity that spewed from their mouths.  You wanted to be loved, not hated.  You padded up behind Dean who was sitting under the tree.  You sat down behind him, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“How does it feel to have a disgusting girlfriend,” you joked, smiling at the Winchester.

Dean looked over his shoulder, rolling his eyes at you.  You could see the slight twitch of his lip.  He was fighting a smile.  He knew you were joking, but he still hated the way they treated you.  Dean pulled at the grass as he spoke, “oh you know.  It’s pretty great.  Her personality buffs out the rough edges.”  

You chuckled, sitting down next to Dean.  You leaned your head against his arm.  “I know you didn’t wanna come with me today Dean,” you blurted out.  “I appreciate you coming with me.”

“I do it because it makes you happy [Y/N],” Dean noted.  “Plus when you’re feeling down, I’m right here to cheer you up.  There’s no time for you to dwell on those douche bags.”  Dean stood up, pulling you with him.  “Your hometown isn’t as awful as I thought it was gonna be.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that,” you smiled.  “I always loved walking around this park in the fall.  It’s so beautiful.  This park was close to home, so I would often come here to think.”

“I don’t care what it looks like in the fall,” Dean protested, his green eyes glancing over at you.  “It’s nothing compared to you.  You’re more beautiful than the leaves on the trees [Y/N].”

It was already dusk and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.  It was pleasant watching the surrounding area change as the sun slowly descended in the sky.  You two were now alone in the park.  Dean was standing beside you, leaning against the bark of the tree.

Dean watched as the breeze softly tossed your hair.  He didn’t think you were some hideous creature your brother’s friends made you out to be.  You were gorgeous and amazing in every way.  Dean felt incredibly lucky to have you by his side.

Dean reached for your wrist, pulling you closer to him.  He brought his lips closer to yours, closing the gap between the two of you.  The kiss was sweet, and filled with passion.  Dean needed you to know how much he loved you.  His hands traveled down your arms, landing at your waist.

The way his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, made you blush.  You granted him entrance, deepening the kiss.  The way your lips moved with Dean’s was intoxicating.  The only thing ruining the moment for you, was the fact that your hands were getting cold.  Your hands traveled down Dean’s chest, sliding under the hem of his t-shirt.  He was incredibly warm.  Then again he was wearing an over shirt and a jacket on top of his t-shirt.

As soon as you slipped your hands under his shirt, he broke the kiss, a small gasp leaving his lips.  He wasn’t expecting your hands to feel that cold against his abdomen.  Dean let out a low chuckle, seeing the smile on your lips.

“How are your hands so cold [Y/N],” Dean asked, an amused smirk on his lips.  

“I forgot my gloves in the Impala,” you shrugged, pressing your cold palms against Dean’s chest.  “You’ll do for now.  You’re my own personal hand warmer.”  The way his breath hitched at your cold touch only egged you on.

“Is that all I am to you [Y/N],” Dean teased playfully.  “A hand warmer?”

“Oh hush Winchester,” you giggled, moving your hands up the back of his shirt.  You rested your head against Dean’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.  You enjoyed being this close to Dean.

Dean rubbed small circles on your back as he rested his forehead against the top of your head.  “I don’t care what other people say [Y/N],” Dean whispered.  “You’re perfect the way you are sweetheart.  Answer me this though…”

“Okay,” you replied shortly.  You were too content with Dean’s warmth and heartbeat to be worried about what he could possibly ask you.

“Why don’t you kick their asses,” Dean wondered.  “I know you can [Y/N].  I just don’t understand why you let them talk that way to you.”

“Some people never change Dean,” you answered.  “Even if I did kick their asses, it wouldn’t change a fucking thing.  Plus, I only really care what I think of myself.  I care about how you see me, but I think you’ve seen me in the morning enough to not think I’m some disgusting monster.”  You leaned back, withdrawing your hands from the Winchester’s t-shirt .

Dean frowned slightly at the withdraw of your hands.  He would be lying if he said he hadn’t enjoyed the way your hands traveled up and down his body.  Dean cradled your face with one of his hands.  “I think you’re beautiful every second of every day [Y/N],” Dean spoke in a low voice.  His thumb stroked the soft skin of your cheek.  “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too Dean,” you hummed.

That night you and Dean spent the night cuddling on the couch at your parent’s house.  Neither of you minded the lack of space.  If anything, you and Dean were pleased with the lack of room on the couch.

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