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.  

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 up and saw Dean, leaning on the door frame, the tired look on his face mirroring yours.

“Dean…” You muttered his name softly.

“It’s three in the morning, you should be sleeping.” He walked over to where you were, and seated next to you. “What’s wrong?” Dean pulled you onto his lap, the both of you face to face with each other.

“Oh you know, I just wanted to get a drink so…” You knew Dean caught onto your lie, judging by the frown he was giving at you.

“There’s no use for lying, (y/n). Just tell me.”

“Look, it’s just that I can’t sleep. There’s nothing to worry about.” You assured him. You laid your head on the crook of his shoulder, liking how his hand threaded through your hair while the other hugged you close.

“You should have told me.”

“I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“Well you did, anyway.”

“Oh shut up, Winchester.” You lifted your head to meet his stern gaze before playfully slapping his cheeks, a small smile spreading on your lips.

“Want me to tell you a story then?” Dean asked, a grin on his face.

“I’m not a little child, Dean…” You retorted at him whilst leaning your head on his shoulder again. Closing your eyes, you listened to his erratic heartbeat. It always seems to manage to calm you down, as strange as that was.

“Yeah…I know…” He answered, a yawn escaping his mouth. Dean took his hand from your head and tucked it under the other that was over your waist. “By the way…(y/n)…?’ He called out but no response was coming from you.

Dean took the liberty of glancing over you. Fortunately or not, you were fast asleep on his shoulder, not caring in the position the both of you were in. The dark haired man tiredly smiled and gave you a peck on the forehead. He slowly stood up with you in his arms, as he made his way back to the bedroom the two of you shared…

You were finally able to get some sleep.