DeanxReader (Can't Sleep)Silence…It was all that you could hear. Except for the occasional snoring coming from Dean, who was sleeping soundly next to you with his arms wrapped around your waist protectively. You glanced at the digital clock on the side-table, it was three in the morning . You sighed, it was the fifth time this week that you couldn’t get a wink of sleep.DeanxReader (Can't Sleep) by MaitresseOvO
After a few more attempts of trying to sleep, you decided to go to the kitchenette and fix yourself a drink. Taking a glance at the elder Winchester, you gently pried his arms off of your torso before silently descending to the door.
A couple of minutes had passed. You were sitting on one of the chairs with a cup of tea on the table. Leaning back and crossing your arms, you started to space off, thinking of all the possible things that could make you fall asleep. You didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps nearing you.
“(y/n)…?” A hoarse voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked
DeanxReader (Shut Up)You woke up to the loud ringing of a phone. Groaning, you try to block out the sound by nestling into the warm chest beside you. Still, it was a complete utter failure. You were sure that you left your phone at the coffee table of the living room so, you assumed it was Dean's.DeanxReader (Shut Up) by MaitresseOvO
Opening your (e/c) eyes, you were face to face with the older Winchester, who was half naked under the white covers. Both of your faces were just mere inches apart. Of course, Dean slept like a rock, so he wouldn't have heard the phone.
The ringing continuously went on and on as you sighed in frustration. With a bit of difficulty, you forcefully pushed Dean to the ground, evidently waking him up.
"Damn it, (y/n)! What the hell?!" Dean shouted. You noticed that his voice was a bit hoarse.
"Just answer your phone." You simply said as you delved into his pillow, face first. At this point, you were amazed to hear that the phone was still ringing. It was obviously important. Dean looked at you with an arched brow (sti
SamxReader (Inspiration)The whistles of the wind picked up at a fast pace as the cold breezy air hit your pale face, your hair in a complete disarray. You were seated at the back porch of your home, a notebook in your left hand and a pen on your right. It was already night time, and Sam hasn’t arrived yet since him and Dean were on another hunt.SamxReader (Inspiration) by MaitresseOvO
It was a habit for you stay up and wait for him, even when Sam kept telling you not to. But of course, you were too stubborn to follow him. Seconds passed before you looked up from what you were writing and took in the dark scenery before you.
Ever since your mother gave you a book full of classics you instantly took a liking to reading, up until it developed into writing your own stories. It was an undying passion, as comical as it sounded. Your eyes glanced back at the notebook that you were clutching and read the unfinished story that you were writing…
-Marianne was happy that they were together, no…she was more than happy that he returned he