Drabbles Galore!
The second batch of Drabbles for the SPN Writer's Lounge Fic Olympics.
Mostly Dean/OFC (slight Dr. Who Crossover), but some Dean/Jamie, Dean/Haley, and a little bit of Sam...and...someone. Maybe. I don't remember.
But I hope you enjoy!
"I thought there would be more fog," Dean says as they walk out of the hotel and into the London streets. It's busy out today, and pretty sunny.
Miranda blinks as she takes his hand and they start walking. "Fog?"
"Y'know...England...fog...they go hand and hand, Babe."
She giggles and kisses his cheek. "Course they do."
"You're mocking me," Dean says, offended.
"Only cause you're makin' it easy."
"Hey!"
She giggles and snuggles against his side. "I still love you."
"I should bloody hope so," he replies in the worst British accent in history.
"Don't do that," Miranda tells him. "Really. Don't."
*********
Dean holds up the x-ray and Jamie wrinkles her nose.
"Very cute, Dean. Did Sam teach you to use photoshop or something?" she asks with a small, nervous grin.
She knows the answer is probably no. Dean doesn't even know what photoshop is.
"I swear, this is what they took at the hospital," Dean tells her. "This is what Cas did to us so the angels wouldn't find us."
It's all so unbelievable, but since Dean looks like he can't believe it himself, she believes him. She has to, after the whole Dracula shape-shifter crap.
She touches his chest gently.
*******
The water is cold as hell, but it's so worth it, because Cindy Summers is bare-assed naked, like, five feet away, and Dean's having a little trouble keeping his...er...excitement down because...well...she's naked!
Cindy smiles at him and swims closer, making Dean's sixteen-year-old hormones jump even more.
I'ma git laid! he thinks, and even his inner voice cracks just a little.
He's about to lean in for a kiss when he hears a snarl from the woods around the lake. Dean pulls away, looking around.
"What?" Cindy asks, annoyed.
When the black dog streaks out from the woods, Dean groans. "Shit!"
********
So the Kitchen table isn't the best place for a shag, but Sam's been on the road for so long that he's not really bothered by that.
She moans under him, gripping his shoulders and moving painfully slow. "Sam..."
He groans as another dish hits the floor with a crash, and doesn't care. Not really because they're not his plates but because he's so consumed by her, by wanting her.
Even the ding of the toaster doesn't reach his ears. Only her sighs and moans.
He's needed her for weeks, and to finally have her makes everything else fall away.
********
"I quit," Dean says evenly.
"You...you quit?" John asks, staring at his son with wide, unbelieving eyes. "You quit,."
Dean nods shortly. "Yep."
"No."
"Yeah, Dad," Dean sighs. "I gotta get outta this life...I...I gotta get a new one."
"And why is that?" John asks. "What's so damn wrong with this one?"
"It's no place for a kid to grow up," Dean replies. "Haley's pregnant."
"Dammit, Dean!"
He nods. "I know. But I kinda love her. And as scary as shit as this is..."
"Just go," John snaps.
Dean nods slowly and grips his duffel bag. "I'm sorry, Dad."
"Go."
*********
She looks beautiful coming down the staircase in her green dress, red hair pulled back, and sparkly earrings dangling from each ear.
Dean grins as he waits at the bottom. Grudgingly, he'd put a suit on, and done his hair a little less haphazardly than usual. This party was important to her, he knew. So even though he hated this crap, he did it anyway. Even though Sam laughed at him. lots.
Miranda blushes as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Hello."
He nods. "You look like Christmas."
She swats his arm. "Oi."
He chuckles and takes her hand.
*********
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Jamie asks as she watches Dean juggle the apples she'd bought.
He shrugs. "Around. Met a lot of people and know how to do a lot of different things...none of 'em particularly well, but I know how to do 'em."
Jamie grins and saunters over, watching him juggle for a moment. She quirks an eyebrow. "Oh...I wouldn't say you don't know how to do anything well."
"Oh?" he asks, paying more attention to juggling than to her.
"Well...judging by last night..."
He drops an apple then, and she giggles. He drops another at that.
*******
"Why's there a giant elephant anyways?"
"Well, there's one in the real Moulin Rouge," Miranda explains as they watch the movie.
"Looks haunted," Dean comments, shoving some popcorn into his mouth.
"Probably is," she nods. "But that's not the point of the movie. It's romantic."
"It's a giant elephant," he says. "Do you know how much poop comes outta those things?"
"It's not real!" Miranda laughs.
"Still! Poop!"
She hits him with a pillow. "You are so bad, do you know that?"
He gives her a grin as he chews and sits back. "Ewan McGregor is a noob."
Miranda laughs.
***********
"It's dead, Jim," Dean says. He's joking but he's trying to be more gentle than usual.
Jamie sniffles. "Don't call me Jim. And it was a she, and she was my fish."
"How do you know it was a she?" Dean asks, a little weirded out.
"Dean. Shut up."
He nods. "Sorry. Never had any pets."
She nods and sniffles.
"You could get another fish," Dean says hopefully.
Jamie frowns.
He nods and looks down. He clears his throat, looking down into the toilet. "Here lies our beloved Coco. She was a good fish. Loyal, and...blue. She was very blue."
********
Dean didn't pray often, but on this occasion, it seemed like a good idea.
please, he thought. Please let her like this.
From the box sitting on the passenger's seat in the Impala came a soft "mew!"
"Yeah, we're almost there, buddy."
Jamie's fish, Coco had died two weeks prior, and she'd been a little...weird. Despondent. It had to be a chick thing to get so worked up over a fish.
But this was better! A kitten would be awesome for her! Chicks loved cute fluffy things. Right? Right?!
He pulled up to Jamie's apartment and parked. "This better work."
*********
The kitten was gray with big, blue eyes.
"So?" Dean asked as they watched the kitten crawl around on the floor of the apartment. "What do you wanna call him?"
Jamie was snuggled against his side, a real smile across her lips since Coco had died. "How about Dean?"
"Nope," he replied. "No."
She giggled. "Hmmm...how about Bucky?"
He nodded. "Okay. Bucky." He kissed the side of her head and grinned. "Why Bucky?"
"Cause I wanna."
Dean snickered. "Yeah, okay. Bucky. Like...Buckaroo Bonzai."
Jamie snorted and nudged him. "Nerd."
Dean grinned and lifted the kitten, scratching his head. "Hiya, Bucky."
*********
"Little help!"
Dean rushed into the room to find Jamie covered in string. He blinked. "What...what?"
She pouted. "Bucky got yarn everywhere."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You're lettin' the cat run your house."
"He's cute! He has cute powers!"
"Sure he does."
She swatted at him, making the colorful yarn fly everywhere.
Dean laughed. "You know, I don't know if I can get you outta all this yarn without...takin' off your clothes."
Jamie quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Hrm...yeah." He started tugging at her shirt and Jamie giggled.
"Totally insatiable. Yarn isn't hot."
"No, but you are."
********
The motel bed was lumpy, not that it mattered too much to Miranda, as her mattress actual consisted of her boyfriend, whom she was lying on top of.
He was breathing heavily, his body loose and relaxed below her.
"Damn. It really is always the quiet ones," Dean said.
She kissed his neck and blushed with a grin.
He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Damn lumpy bed."
"I'd let you lie on top of me," Miranda said. "But I think you're a bit heavy."
"S'okay, Babe," he grinned. "You're kinda bony anyways."
She giggled loudly.
*********
Dean yelps and stumbles over the kitten. "Damn idiot cat!" he cries as he hits the wall.
Jamie calls from the other room. "Hey! No fair insulting Bucky! He can't insult you back!"
"Well he shouldn't be wandering around in the dark!" Dean growls, glaring down at the innocent animal.
"He's a cat, Dean. He has better eye sight than you do!"
Dean grumbles. "Damn idiot cat," just as it rubs against his leg, of course.
Jamie pokes her head into the room, grinning. "Damn idiot boyfriend."
"Hey!" he says, and then frowns, pausing for a moment. "I'm your boyfriend?"
*********
Sam looks out the window at the gray day. He's going to need an umbrella before going out, and he knows it.
But right now, he's just happy to listen to his brother on the phone.
"And then she called me her boyfriend! Me! A boyfriend!"
"You have been a boyfriend before," Sam points out.
"Yeah but...she's Jamie man. She's awesome. And I'm her boyfriend."
Sam grins and then his call waiting beeps. He looks and sees the name "Sarah." He grins. "Dean, I gotta call you back. I've got another call."
"phone sex line calling you back?"
"Bye, Dean."
******
Dean jumped out of bed at that point, pointing to the cat. "No! Bad kitty!"
Jamie giggled wildly, curling up, her head buried in her pillow.
"That cat is not allowed in bed with us! Bad...bad kitty!"
This only caused Jamie to laugh harder, as Bucky sat there, tilting his little kitten had at Dean.
"Mrow?"
"No!"
Jamie tried to stop laughing, holding her belly, but it didn't work. She hiccuped loudly.
"You are not helping!" Dean yelled. "Dammit, Jamie!"
"Just put the cat out in the hall and be done with it," Jamie said, breathing hard. "My god, Dean."
*********
"Gimme my ten bucks," Dean said.
Sarah sighed heavily. "Dammit."
Dean held a hand out.
"I can't believe it," Sarah grumbled, handing over a ten dollar bill.
"You're the one who got him drunk," Jamie pointed out with a smile.
"But I didn't think he'd ever actually go through with this!"
"Hey, I'm as surprised as you are," Dean replied. "I had no idea he even knew a Britney song."
"Oops! I did it again!" Sam sang drunkenly into the mike at the karaoke bar.
Dean rubbed his face. "You're sobering him up, Sarah, cause it ain't gonna be me."
********
Dean's guilty pleasure was looking at fan fiction, and they all knew it.
"Who the hell has violet eyes?" he asked after reading a particularly scary HET fic.
Jamie blinked. "What the hell are you reading?"
"These...fans...these girls, they pair me up with these girls with like...sparkly hair and violet."
"Uh-huh."
"It's totally jacked," Dean told her, clicking the mouse.
She nodded, silent.
Dean frowned. "What?"
"I'm naked," Jamie told him, pointing down to her very bare body. "And you're paying attention to very badly written girls with violet eyes."
Dean's eyes widened with realization. "Oh. Oh!"
"Uh-huh."
"Shit."
"Yup."
********
He climbs the apple tree in the backyard and sits on the branch bellow her. It's not the most comfortable position, but it smells nice. The apples are fresh and he takes one, shining it on his shirt.
"So?"
"Your dad hates me."
Miranda looks at him. "So?"
"So...that's bad right?" Dean asks.
"It's not ideal," she shrugs. "But it's not the end of the world."
"No?"
"Nope." She looks up, and her eyes widen. He follows her gaze, toward the spaceship that's now hovering over their heads.
"Now that," she says. "That looks like the end of the world."
********
"So when your dad said no guns," Dean says, as he pulls a blaster from the closet. "What he really meant was, 'no guns from this century'?"
Miranda rolls her eyes and kisses him as she hefts what looks like a futuristic bazooka and flips a switch.
As it whirs to life, Dean's eyes widen. "That's...so damn hot."
She slings the gun around her shoulder by it's strap and flushes pink at the same time. "Later."
He grunts and shakes out his head. "Right. Gotta world to save."
She grins at him. "Dean Winchester: Earth's Defender. Now that is hot."
***********
"Hey!" Dean lifts the biggest gun he's ever encountered. "Tin Woodsman!"
He's glaring at what looks like a robot, but what people are calling Cybermen.
He powers up the gun. "I'm sendin' your ass back to Oz!"
He fires, and the force propels him backwards, right into Miranda, who falls over, just as the Cyberman explodes.
"I love you," she chokes out. "But gerroff me."
He rolls onto his side. "I have always wanted to say that." He looks up as more Cybermen approach. "It's clobberin' time!"
Miranda sits up and kisses his forehead. "Cut back on the superheroes, love."
*********
When it's over and the fog has cleared, they're all, somehow still standing.
"Jesus," Dean mutters, looking at the fallen bodies of the Cybermen. He takes Miranda's hand and holds it tightly. Then he lets go over hand and just wraps his arm around her tightly, holding her close.
Her arms wrap around him and he closes his eyes, just thankful that they both made it through this crap alive.
"Love you, Babe," he mutters, and kisses the top of her head.
"Love you too."
"I gotta call Sammy."
She nods.
He kisses the top of her head again. "Later."
**********
If you slide one finger from the base of his spine to his neck in a straight line, it drives him crazy.
It's something she learned early on, and it's come in handy for making him wild when she wants it.
The truth is this: There is nothing she doesn't find sexy about Dean Winchester, and since the apocalypse ended, she can't get enough.
They've been naked for days. Days! And it still doesn't feel like enough.
When he rolls on top of her, and presses against her, she draws that line, from spine base to neck, and he growls.
***********
It went like this: Dean Winchester! You just defeated the devil! What're you gonna do now?!"
"I'ma go with my girlfriend to Hawaii, and be naked the entire time, because we're gonna have the most sex anyone has ever had ever!"
So far, so good.
There weren't so much walls as there were windows that looked out onto the beach. Dean wasn't sure what was awesomer, his naked girlfriend or the view of the ocean.
Maybe both.
"You know what this room needs?"
She was still breathing heavily. "What?"
"A mirror on the ceiling."
She hit him with a pillow.
***********
It's about three in the morning as he looks out one of the large windows in their hotel room, out at the ocean. The moon is high and it reflects off the water like a beacon.
A glance back at the bed tells him that Miranda is still sleeping; warn out by their activities.
Dean's tired too, but he feels tired in a good way for once; peaceful and pretty happy.
The devil is locked back up, the world is safe...and he's starting over. Time for a new life.
Dean Winchester: mild mannered car mechanic, Miranda's dependable boyfriend.
Sounds good.
********
Miranda slumps down across from him in the kitchen, putting her face in her hands, elbows on the counter, gazing at him.
Dean huffs and doesn't meet her eyes. "So?"
"So?" she asks softly. "You hit my ex."
He nods. "Yeah. I did."
"Feel good?"
He grins a little. "Hell, yeah."
She reaches out for his hand. "Don't do it again."
"No promises, Babe," Dean grins, taking her hand. "He is a tool."
"And you're better than that. So don't hit him again."
He sighs and finally meets her eyes. "Yeah okay."
Miranda grins. "It was a bit funny."
"Right?!"
***********
Miranda is watching him from the doorway. He's told her she's not allowed in; paint fumes not being good for unborn babies.
"Do you wanna sandwich?" she asks as he slides the wet paintbrush around the edge of the window. It leaves its mark, a cheery blue fit for a happy, baby boy.
"Maybe later."
"A beer?"
"Not right now." Dean grins at her. "Why don't you relax. Watch a movie or read."
"Because I'm bad at it."
"And I love that you go a mile a minute," he smiles. "But you gotta learn to relax. S'good for the baby."
******
It's not Miranda's hands touching him. It is, but she's not the one making them move, and he knows it.
Dean grits his teeth. "Get out of her."
Miranda's lips twist into a grin. "Make me, Short Bus."
He jerks when her hands go lower. "Stop."
"But don't you want this?" she asks. "She's such a pretty girl, isn't she? Tiny, too. I bet she's great in bed, huh? All warm and giving..."
"Stop," he growls, and lashes out, hitting her face before he can stop himself. He regrets it instantly, pulling his hand back.
"Oooh. She felt that one."
**********
Miranda giggles with her head buried in her pillow as Dean dances and wiggles his bum around the room.
It's a toss-up whether it was a mistake to introduce him to Glee or not. Not that he would ever admit to liking ninety percent of the songs they use but for now, he's having a very good time watching it.
She loves him like this; silly and relaxed, and willing to let himself go for her amusement.
"This show needs more Motorhead!" Dean announces once he's done dancing and flops down on the bed.
Miranda just smiles and kisses him.
Mostly Dean/OFC (slight Dr. Who Crossover), but some Dean/Jamie, Dean/Haley, and a little bit of Sam...and...someone. Maybe. I don't remember.
But I hope you enjoy!
"I thought there would be more fog," Dean says as they walk out of the hotel and into the London streets. It's busy out today, and pretty sunny.
Miranda blinks as she takes his hand and they start walking. "Fog?"
"Y'know...England...fog...they go hand and hand, Babe."
She giggles and kisses his cheek. "Course they do."
"You're mocking me," Dean says, offended.
"Only cause you're makin' it easy."
"Hey!"
She giggles and snuggles against his side. "I still love you."
"I should bloody hope so," he replies in the worst British accent in history.
"Don't do that," Miranda tells him. "Really. Don't."
*********
Dean holds up the x-ray and Jamie wrinkles her nose.
"Very cute, Dean. Did Sam teach you to use photoshop or something?" she asks with a small, nervous grin.
She knows the answer is probably no. Dean doesn't even know what photoshop is.
"I swear, this is what they took at the hospital," Dean tells her. "This is what Cas did to us so the angels wouldn't find us."
It's all so unbelievable, but since Dean looks like he can't believe it himself, she believes him. She has to, after the whole Dracula shape-shifter crap.
She touches his chest gently.
*******
The water is cold as hell, but it's so worth it, because Cindy Summers is bare-assed naked, like, five feet away, and Dean's having a little trouble keeping his...er...excitement down because...well...she's naked!
Cindy smiles at him and swims closer, making Dean's sixteen-year-old hormones jump even more.
I'ma git laid! he thinks, and even his inner voice cracks just a little.
He's about to lean in for a kiss when he hears a snarl from the woods around the lake. Dean pulls away, looking around.
"What?" Cindy asks, annoyed.
When the black dog streaks out from the woods, Dean groans. "Shit!"
********
So the Kitchen table isn't the best place for a shag, but Sam's been on the road for so long that he's not really bothered by that.
She moans under him, gripping his shoulders and moving painfully slow. "Sam..."
He groans as another dish hits the floor with a crash, and doesn't care. Not really because they're not his plates but because he's so consumed by her, by wanting her.
Even the ding of the toaster doesn't reach his ears. Only her sighs and moans.
He's needed her for weeks, and to finally have her makes everything else fall away.
********
"I quit," Dean says evenly.
"You...you quit?" John asks, staring at his son with wide, unbelieving eyes. "You quit,."
Dean nods shortly. "Yep."
"No."
"Yeah, Dad," Dean sighs. "I gotta get outta this life...I...I gotta get a new one."
"And why is that?" John asks. "What's so damn wrong with this one?"
"It's no place for a kid to grow up," Dean replies. "Haley's pregnant."
"Dammit, Dean!"
He nods. "I know. But I kinda love her. And as scary as shit as this is..."
"Just go," John snaps.
Dean nods slowly and grips his duffel bag. "I'm sorry, Dad."
"Go."
*********
She looks beautiful coming down the staircase in her green dress, red hair pulled back, and sparkly earrings dangling from each ear.
Dean grins as he waits at the bottom. Grudgingly, he'd put a suit on, and done his hair a little less haphazardly than usual. This party was important to her, he knew. So even though he hated this crap, he did it anyway. Even though Sam laughed at him. lots.
Miranda blushes as she reaches the bottom of the stairs. "Hello."
He nods. "You look like Christmas."
She swats his arm. "Oi."
He chuckles and takes her hand.
*********
"Where'd you learn to do that?" Jamie asks as she watches Dean juggle the apples she'd bought.
He shrugs. "Around. Met a lot of people and know how to do a lot of different things...none of 'em particularly well, but I know how to do 'em."
Jamie grins and saunters over, watching him juggle for a moment. She quirks an eyebrow. "Oh...I wouldn't say you don't know how to do anything well."
"Oh?" he asks, paying more attention to juggling than to her.
"Well...judging by last night..."
He drops an apple then, and she giggles. He drops another at that.
*******
"Why's there a giant elephant anyways?"
"Well, there's one in the real Moulin Rouge," Miranda explains as they watch the movie.
"Looks haunted," Dean comments, shoving some popcorn into his mouth.
"Probably is," she nods. "But that's not the point of the movie. It's romantic."
"It's a giant elephant," he says. "Do you know how much poop comes outta those things?"
"It's not real!" Miranda laughs.
"Still! Poop!"
She hits him with a pillow. "You are so bad, do you know that?"
He gives her a grin as he chews and sits back. "Ewan McGregor is a noob."
Miranda laughs.
***********
"It's dead, Jim," Dean says. He's joking but he's trying to be more gentle than usual.
Jamie sniffles. "Don't call me Jim. And it was a she, and she was my fish."
"How do you know it was a she?" Dean asks, a little weirded out.
"Dean. Shut up."
He nods. "Sorry. Never had any pets."
She nods and sniffles.
"You could get another fish," Dean says hopefully.
Jamie frowns.
He nods and looks down. He clears his throat, looking down into the toilet. "Here lies our beloved Coco. She was a good fish. Loyal, and...blue. She was very blue."
********
Dean didn't pray often, but on this occasion, it seemed like a good idea.
please, he thought. Please let her like this.
From the box sitting on the passenger's seat in the Impala came a soft "mew!"
"Yeah, we're almost there, buddy."
Jamie's fish, Coco had died two weeks prior, and she'd been a little...weird. Despondent. It had to be a chick thing to get so worked up over a fish.
But this was better! A kitten would be awesome for her! Chicks loved cute fluffy things. Right? Right?!
He pulled up to Jamie's apartment and parked. "This better work."
*********
The kitten was gray with big, blue eyes.
"So?" Dean asked as they watched the kitten crawl around on the floor of the apartment. "What do you wanna call him?"
Jamie was snuggled against his side, a real smile across her lips since Coco had died. "How about Dean?"
"Nope," he replied. "No."
She giggled. "Hmmm...how about Bucky?"
He nodded. "Okay. Bucky." He kissed the side of her head and grinned. "Why Bucky?"
"Cause I wanna."
Dean snickered. "Yeah, okay. Bucky. Like...Buckaroo Bonzai."
Jamie snorted and nudged him. "Nerd."
Dean grinned and lifted the kitten, scratching his head. "Hiya, Bucky."
*********
"Little help!"
Dean rushed into the room to find Jamie covered in string. He blinked. "What...what?"
She pouted. "Bucky got yarn everywhere."
He chuckled and shook his head. "You're lettin' the cat run your house."
"He's cute! He has cute powers!"
"Sure he does."
She swatted at him, making the colorful yarn fly everywhere.
Dean laughed. "You know, I don't know if I can get you outta all this yarn without...takin' off your clothes."
Jamie quirked an eyebrow. "Is that so?"
"Hrm...yeah." He started tugging at her shirt and Jamie giggled.
"Totally insatiable. Yarn isn't hot."
"No, but you are."
********
The motel bed was lumpy, not that it mattered too much to Miranda, as her mattress actual consisted of her boyfriend, whom she was lying on top of.
He was breathing heavily, his body loose and relaxed below her.
"Damn. It really is always the quiet ones," Dean said.
She kissed his neck and blushed with a grin.
He shook his head and wrapped his arms around her tightly. "Damn lumpy bed."
"I'd let you lie on top of me," Miranda said. "But I think you're a bit heavy."
"S'okay, Babe," he grinned. "You're kinda bony anyways."
She giggled loudly.
*********
Dean yelps and stumbles over the kitten. "Damn idiot cat!" he cries as he hits the wall.
Jamie calls from the other room. "Hey! No fair insulting Bucky! He can't insult you back!"
"Well he shouldn't be wandering around in the dark!" Dean growls, glaring down at the innocent animal.
"He's a cat, Dean. He has better eye sight than you do!"
Dean grumbles. "Damn idiot cat," just as it rubs against his leg, of course.
Jamie pokes her head into the room, grinning. "Damn idiot boyfriend."
"Hey!" he says, and then frowns, pausing for a moment. "I'm your boyfriend?"
*********
Sam looks out the window at the gray day. He's going to need an umbrella before going out, and he knows it.
But right now, he's just happy to listen to his brother on the phone.
"And then she called me her boyfriend! Me! A boyfriend!"
"You have been a boyfriend before," Sam points out.
"Yeah but...she's Jamie man. She's awesome. And I'm her boyfriend."
Sam grins and then his call waiting beeps. He looks and sees the name "Sarah." He grins. "Dean, I gotta call you back. I've got another call."
"phone sex line calling you back?"
"Bye, Dean."
******
Dean jumped out of bed at that point, pointing to the cat. "No! Bad kitty!"
Jamie giggled wildly, curling up, her head buried in her pillow.
"That cat is not allowed in bed with us! Bad...bad kitty!"
This only caused Jamie to laugh harder, as Bucky sat there, tilting his little kitten had at Dean.
"Mrow?"
"No!"
Jamie tried to stop laughing, holding her belly, but it didn't work. She hiccuped loudly.
"You are not helping!" Dean yelled. "Dammit, Jamie!"
"Just put the cat out in the hall and be done with it," Jamie said, breathing hard. "My god, Dean."
*********
"Gimme my ten bucks," Dean said.
Sarah sighed heavily. "Dammit."
Dean held a hand out.
"I can't believe it," Sarah grumbled, handing over a ten dollar bill.
"You're the one who got him drunk," Jamie pointed out with a smile.
"But I didn't think he'd ever actually go through with this!"
"Hey, I'm as surprised as you are," Dean replied. "I had no idea he even knew a Britney song."
"Oops! I did it again!" Sam sang drunkenly into the mike at the karaoke bar.
Dean rubbed his face. "You're sobering him up, Sarah, cause it ain't gonna be me."
********
Dean's guilty pleasure was looking at fan fiction, and they all knew it.
"Who the hell has violet eyes?" he asked after reading a particularly scary HET fic.
Jamie blinked. "What the hell are you reading?"
"These...fans...these girls, they pair me up with these girls with like...sparkly hair and violet."
"Uh-huh."
"It's totally jacked," Dean told her, clicking the mouse.
She nodded, silent.
Dean frowned. "What?"
"I'm naked," Jamie told him, pointing down to her very bare body. "And you're paying attention to very badly written girls with violet eyes."
Dean's eyes widened with realization. "Oh. Oh!"
"Uh-huh."
"Shit."
"Yup."
********
He climbs the apple tree in the backyard and sits on the branch bellow her. It's not the most comfortable position, but it smells nice. The apples are fresh and he takes one, shining it on his shirt.
"So?"
"Your dad hates me."
Miranda looks at him. "So?"
"So...that's bad right?" Dean asks.
"It's not ideal," she shrugs. "But it's not the end of the world."
"No?"
"Nope." She looks up, and her eyes widen. He follows her gaze, toward the spaceship that's now hovering over their heads.
"Now that," she says. "That looks like the end of the world."
********
"So when your dad said no guns," Dean says, as he pulls a blaster from the closet. "What he really meant was, 'no guns from this century'?"
Miranda rolls her eyes and kisses him as she hefts what looks like a futuristic bazooka and flips a switch.
As it whirs to life, Dean's eyes widen. "That's...so damn hot."
She slings the gun around her shoulder by it's strap and flushes pink at the same time. "Later."
He grunts and shakes out his head. "Right. Gotta world to save."
She grins at him. "Dean Winchester: Earth's Defender. Now that is hot."
***********
"Hey!" Dean lifts the biggest gun he's ever encountered. "Tin Woodsman!"
He's glaring at what looks like a robot, but what people are calling Cybermen.
He powers up the gun. "I'm sendin' your ass back to Oz!"
He fires, and the force propels him backwards, right into Miranda, who falls over, just as the Cyberman explodes.
"I love you," she chokes out. "But gerroff me."
He rolls onto his side. "I have always wanted to say that." He looks up as more Cybermen approach. "It's clobberin' time!"
Miranda sits up and kisses his forehead. "Cut back on the superheroes, love."
*********
When it's over and the fog has cleared, they're all, somehow still standing.
"Jesus," Dean mutters, looking at the fallen bodies of the Cybermen. He takes Miranda's hand and holds it tightly. Then he lets go over hand and just wraps his arm around her tightly, holding her close.
Her arms wrap around him and he closes his eyes, just thankful that they both made it through this crap alive.
"Love you, Babe," he mutters, and kisses the top of her head.
"Love you too."
"I gotta call Sammy."
She nods.
He kisses the top of her head again. "Later."
**********
If you slide one finger from the base of his spine to his neck in a straight line, it drives him crazy.
It's something she learned early on, and it's come in handy for making him wild when she wants it.
The truth is this: There is nothing she doesn't find sexy about Dean Winchester, and since the apocalypse ended, she can't get enough.
They've been naked for days. Days! And it still doesn't feel like enough.
When he rolls on top of her, and presses against her, she draws that line, from spine base to neck, and he growls.
***********
It went like this: Dean Winchester! You just defeated the devil! What're you gonna do now?!"
"I'ma go with my girlfriend to Hawaii, and be naked the entire time, because we're gonna have the most sex anyone has ever had ever!"
So far, so good.
There weren't so much walls as there were windows that looked out onto the beach. Dean wasn't sure what was awesomer, his naked girlfriend or the view of the ocean.
Maybe both.
"You know what this room needs?"
She was still breathing heavily. "What?"
"A mirror on the ceiling."
She hit him with a pillow.
***********
It's about three in the morning as he looks out one of the large windows in their hotel room, out at the ocean. The moon is high and it reflects off the water like a beacon.
A glance back at the bed tells him that Miranda is still sleeping; warn out by their activities.
Dean's tired too, but he feels tired in a good way for once; peaceful and pretty happy.
The devil is locked back up, the world is safe...and he's starting over. Time for a new life.
Dean Winchester: mild mannered car mechanic, Miranda's dependable boyfriend.
Sounds good.
********
Miranda slumps down across from him in the kitchen, putting her face in her hands, elbows on the counter, gazing at him.
Dean huffs and doesn't meet her eyes. "So?"
"So?" she asks softly. "You hit my ex."
He nods. "Yeah. I did."
"Feel good?"
He grins a little. "Hell, yeah."
She reaches out for his hand. "Don't do it again."
"No promises, Babe," Dean grins, taking her hand. "He is a tool."
"And you're better than that. So don't hit him again."
He sighs and finally meets her eyes. "Yeah okay."
Miranda grins. "It was a bit funny."
"Right?!"
***********
Miranda is watching him from the doorway. He's told her she's not allowed in; paint fumes not being good for unborn babies.
"Do you wanna sandwich?" she asks as he slides the wet paintbrush around the edge of the window. It leaves its mark, a cheery blue fit for a happy, baby boy.
"Maybe later."
"A beer?"
"Not right now." Dean grins at her. "Why don't you relax. Watch a movie or read."
"Because I'm bad at it."
"And I love that you go a mile a minute," he smiles. "But you gotta learn to relax. S'good for the baby."
******
It's not Miranda's hands touching him. It is, but she's not the one making them move, and he knows it.
Dean grits his teeth. "Get out of her."
Miranda's lips twist into a grin. "Make me, Short Bus."
He jerks when her hands go lower. "Stop."
"But don't you want this?" she asks. "She's such a pretty girl, isn't she? Tiny, too. I bet she's great in bed, huh? All warm and giving..."
"Stop," he growls, and lashes out, hitting her face before he can stop himself. He regrets it instantly, pulling his hand back.
"Oooh. She felt that one."
**********
Miranda giggles with her head buried in her pillow as Dean dances and wiggles his bum around the room.
It's a toss-up whether it was a mistake to introduce him to Glee or not. Not that he would ever admit to liking ninety percent of the songs they use but for now, he's having a very good time watching it.
She loves him like this; silly and relaxed, and willing to let himself go for her amusement.
"This show needs more Motorhead!" Dean announces once he's done dancing and flops down on the bed.
Miranda just smiles and kisses him.