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Dean x Reader - Here to Help

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Published: Oct 22, 2013

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It was very late and very dark. Small beams of silver moonlight poured from the starless sky and into the room through the moth-eaten holes of the curtains. Sam Winchester had fallen asleep on the bed across the room, leaving you and his older brother, Dean, together on your bed. Dean was sleeping soundly, too. His light snores were all you could hear from him, and were the only sounds that stirred the air. All else remained in an eerie quiet.

For some reason, you couldn't sleep. You were desperately in need of it - but it refused to come. You sighed defeatedly and sat up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

You glanced around the crappy motel room through the darkness. A light pitter-patter on the roof told you that it was beginning to rain.

"Ugh...come on, (Y/n)," you whispered to yourself, pinching the bridge of your nose, "You need to sleep, dammit."

Dean stirred beside you and mumbled something incoherently. You turned to look at the hunter. In sleep, he looked as if he could be an innocent child. You turned back to the window as a sharp wind rattled past.

"(Y/n)..." A tired voice said from behind you, making you jump. Dean sat up quickly and put a hand on your shoulder. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?" Typical Dean, immediately turning to his protective side.

"I'm fine, Dean," you chuckled, "I'm just having trouble sleeping... Again."

Dean looked at you with concern, his green eyes twinkling at you through the darkness of the room.

"Come 'ere," he said, motioning for you to lie with him. You settled down, your back against his bare chest. His hand snaked underneath your t-shirt and brushed against your waist.

His warm fingers trailed down your spine, rubbing gently. He hands came up to you shoulders, where he massaged your shoulder blades as well as your neck. Dean's fingers began to caress your scalp and gently run through your hair.

You smiled and yawned, leaning in to Dean's welcome touch.

"Think you can sleep now?" He asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," you answered truthfully, "I do feel a little more sleepy now."

"Will this help?" he said, leaving you confused. But before you could question him, he suddenly grabbed your waist, turned you to face him and then crashed his lips to yours. After the initial surprise (which came often with Dean's spontaneousness), you managed to return the kiss.

Before you knew it, you had crawled on top of Dean, in an effort for dominance of the kiss. Everything became more and more passionate. Dean's hand slipped back under your shirt but this time in a more intimate way.

Rustling came from across the room, but neither you or Dean reacted. It was only when a light flashed on and Sam cleared his throat, did you stop attacking Dean with your kisses. You both looked to the side, discovering Sam wore one of his famous bitchfaces.

"Uh..." said Dean, trying his best to look innocent. Not to much success, though (considering the position he was in).

"Sorry, Sammy," you apologised, awkwardly crawling off Dean and back to his side.

Sam sighed and switched his light off. You snuggled close to your boyfriend.

"Next time, we are so getting two motel rooms," Dean whispered into your ear. You couldn't help but snicker to stifle your laughter, earning you both one more frustrated groan from Sam.

Umm.. So I know I write a lot about his kind of thing... BUT THERE IS A REASON!
It is simply because I know quite a few people who suffer from insomnia and I can also relate to it, considering I once had the same problem. And lame title is lame.

So I apologise if I am boring you all terribly and I promise there will be more action-y or funny kinda fics coming soon... Just hold on a little longer!!

I don't own Dean, Sam or Supernatural.
I own the story... Blah blah blah...