| Hidden feelings |
Pairing(s): Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Genre: fluff
Warning(s): Age gap (Dean: 26 Reader: 21), no use of Y/N
Summary: You’re Bobby Singer’s daughter, and after John died Sam and Dean come to stay with you.
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Sam sighed as he walked back into the house, lifting your head you saw the defeated look on Sam’s face.
“No luck?” You asked as he sat in the seat at the table across from you.
“Nope…” He mumbled, his eyes then landed on the collage work in front of you.
“I bet you don’t miss any of this?” I said, and Sam breathed out a laugh.
“Actually, I kinda do sometimes,” He said and looked over some of my papers.
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The evening soon came and you had just finished making dinner. Your father and Sam sat at the table as they began eating, but there was no sign of Dean.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” You excused yourself and walked outside.
Soon enough you found the Impala, with a light shining on it, and Dean was working under it with a flash light. When you leaned against the impala, Dean stopped whatever he was doing and began to roll himself out from under the car.
“Sam I told you-” Dean cut himself off when he saw you, “Oh, hey Sweetheart,”
Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the nickname, and you turned your head slightly to try and hide it. You’ve always had a crush on Dean since you were both younger but knowing his reputation and that the feelings aren’t mutual, to your knowledge, so you always tried to suppress them.
“Are you… coming inside for dinner?” You asked as Dean stood up to get his next tool.
“I’m not hungry,” Dean said and went to lay back down when you gently grabbed his arm, stopping him.
“You’ve barely eaten since you got here,” You insisted, Dean looked down at your hand for a moment and you quickly pulled it away before he spoke again.
“I’m fine,” Dean told you, and a sigh slipped past your lips.
“Whatever,” You mumbled and went to walk away. You knew there was no way you’d be able to make Dean do what he didn’t want to do, so you just gave up now.
Suddenly your arms was grabbed and you was pulled back, now stood much closer to him than you was before. Dean practically towered over your smaller frame, your bodies were almost touching, and you faces were inches apart.
“I’ll eat later, happy?” He said to you and a small smile formed on your lips.
“Very,” You said back.
For a moment neither of you dared to move, until you forced yourself to step back away from him.
“I- I’ll… um, leave your food in the microwave,” You said while looking anywhere but at Dean, you then quickly walked away and back inside.
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When Dean had finally decided to call it a night on fixing his car, he went back to the house. The first thing he noticed when he walked inside was the silence that filled the house and he figured everybody must have gone to bed by now.
As he walked down the hallway and past the living room, he briefly noticed the light coming from the tv.
Taking a step back, Dean looked into the room properly and saw ‘Friends’ playing on the TV, then his eyes moved to the couch where you laid with a blanket placed over you legs and waist.
Dean looked down the hall way and into the kitchen for a moment, then back at you, as he contemplated his next move.
Eventually, Dean stepped into the living room and walked over to where you laid. He pushed a piece of hair, that had fallen over your face, and tucked it behind your ear, taking a moment to admire how peaceful you looked while sleeping.
Snapping himself from his thought, and wondering what the hell he was doing, Dean slid his arms under your back and legs, so he could pick you up. Without waking up, you wrapped your arms around Dean’s neck and buried your face into the crook of his neck.
Walking upstairs, with you in his arms, Dean walked towards your room and used his foot to push your door open. He took you over to your bed and gently placed you down, before pulling your covers over you.
“Don’t forget to eat,” You mumbled as you shifted onto your side and Dean felt a smile tug on the corner of his lips.
“I won’t, goodnight sweetheart,” Dean whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead, he then quietly left your room.
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