Santa Tell Me One (Dean x Plus Size Reader)
Summary: You’ve always hated Christmastime and 2019 looks no different than last year. That is until you get snowed in a little cabin with your long time crush Dean Winchester. A cabin with only one bed.
Warnings: Impled Smut, Fluffiest Fluff that ever fluffed, and light Angst about being Plus Sized.
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You had heard a rumor that a certain Winchester had come into town. Wintertime brought out the monsters like a full moon brought out the weirdos. So, of course, it made sense that he was there, and you had literally rolled out of bed to come to the bar. The same bar he was nursing a whole bottle of whiskey in, and where you were well known.
“Hey, Y/N! Was wonderin when I’d see you today.” Jon, the bar owner, called. You squinted at him and bobbed your head up and down to answer. Your own weekly benders were starting to catch up with you. At the mention of your name, Dean Winchester cocked his head to look towards you. You raised your hand and waved at him. You were a frightful, but pretty mess.
“So, I see you’re the one that stole this case from me, hmmm?” Dean grumbled as you awkwardly sat on the barstool next to him. You tried not to let the fact that you were still covered in Vamp juices bother you. Though, you supposed, people like Dean were used to others walking around looking like serial killers. The people in your town? Well, they thought little of you as it was.
“Should’ve called?” You offered with a shrug. Your eyes crossed as you ordered a drink from Jon and started on the last bender before the whole town would begin to crawl with tourists.
“I had heard you left, Brandon a few years ago for good. Thought I’d come up and offer the local authorities my help. It’s a busy time of year.” Dean countered, and this time you turned to him. Your mouth opened, but you closed it when the shock of looking at him made you sober up. Fuck, you’d forgotten how gorgeous the man was.
“Jody knows damn well I come home every yearrr..” You slurred as the warmth of your vodka slipped into your veins and blew away your shy nature. Your eyes flashed to his and found him smiling.