Just one bed.
This is kind of a continuation of the previous fanfic but it could also be a standalone story. (My obsession with him still hasn't passed.)
Dean and reader are traveling and they stop at a Motel and it only has one bed.
Warnings: Naked people, cute.
This was written very quickly and revised once and remembering English is not my first language.
Dean was a terrible driver when he was sleepy, but he refused to let me drive. After I agreed to go with him to Sam's college, for some reason, Dean had taken the long way around.
— Are you sure you don't want to let me drive?
—I have. — He yawned.
He looked at me heavily, it was clear that tiredness had taken over. My butt hurt from sitting so much, and my urge to pee only increased.
— I think we'd better stop at a hotel. — I stopped the loud music playing on the radio. — I can't stand spending so much time in this car anymore.
— Fresh. — He coughed.
I opened a smile.
—What did you say? — I raised my eyebrows.
—Nothing, I think you're so tired that you're hearing voices. — He squeezed my knee. — Search the map for the nearest hotel or motel, please.
I took the map from the glove compartment, the closest one is a good few miles away.
— I think we'd better stop and sleep in the car. — I showed him the map.
— It's not very safe. — He yawned.
— Dean, I think driving while drowsy isn't safe either.
—Two rooms? — He rolled his eyes. — We want a room, please.
I pinched her arm lightly when the little lady turned to pick up one of the only keys left.
— It's thirty-five dollars. — The lady's crow's voice made my body tremble.
I took the money from my jeans pocket and placed it on the table.
We went up the stairs, room two, I looked through a long hallway of doors with jumbled numbers.
— Why a room? — I whispered.
— There's no need to whisper here. — Dean stopped walking and the silence revealed the sounds of moaning, among other things. — Why spend money on two bedrooms? We might as well share a bed.
I remembered the last time we shared a bed, he snored like a pig.
—Do you snore. — I sighed with relief when I found the room. — He snores very loudly.
I turned the doorknob and entered the room, a heart-shaped bed, bathtub in the corner of the room and two lamps. A sudden change of scenery compared to the reception.
— This is like a five-star hotel. — Dean went ahead. — I'm going to take a shower first.
— Could you be a gentleman and let the ladies go first? — I closed the bedroom door and threw my backpack on the floor. — Don't be long, I need to use the bathroom.
He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, slamming the door. I looked at the hot tub. — A massage wouldn't go amiss now — I turned on the bathtub.
I took off my red tank top, which was very dirty, thanks to my little Coca-Cola incident earlier, and threw my jeans somewhere in the corner of the room.
I only put the tip of one foot in the water, the temperature was perfect. I turned on the hot tub. As soon as I got into that warm water, I swore I could feel my soul relaxing at that moment. Paradise must be like that.
It was a few minutes before the bathroom door opened, I slowly turned my face away out of pure instinct.
Dean had the towel wrapped around his waist. That man was divine.
—Is having fun? — He gave a smug smile.
— Relaxing is the right word, you should do the same.
—Sure, why not?
My eyes widen when he drops the towel and climbs into the bathtub naked.
— This is like paradise.
My cheeks burned, he opened his arms, stepping between the edges of the tub and throwing his head back.
— What silence, the cat got your tongue? — He complained, still with his eyes closed.
My brain was completely behind in processing my thoughts. It wasn't a big deal, well, it was a big deal.
— You're pale, you look like you've seen a ghost. If you see one, you better let me know. — His smug smile bothered me.
—Is nothing. — I snorted. Lies have never been my strong suit. — I'm going to go take a shower — I rested my hand on the edge.
Dean laughed rudely.
— You don't have to act like you've never seen me naked. — He mocked.
I rolled my eyes. He was always presumptuous to levels beyond heaven. Even if he was right, I never got used to seeing people naked in front of me.
I got out of the bathtub and headed towards the bathroom.
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The shower was terrible, the hot water didn't work, I had to take a lukewarm shower that was more like ice cream. The toilet, of course, was filthy. I put on sweatpants, after all, no one deserves to sleep in jeans.
When I came back, Dean was dressed, apparently he also minded sleeping in jeans. — Sleeping on the floor.
I thought about how stupid he was for not lying in bed.
I poked him with my foot.
—What it was? — He murmured.
—Are you a dog by any chance? You can lie down on the bed!
— I don't want to bother you with my snoring.
His concern was cute, but I wouldn't be able to sleep if he stayed on the floor.
— Your snoring is like music to my ears. — I poked his thigh three times with my foot, he grabbed it tightly and made a noise of dissatisfaction. — If you don't go to bed, I'll sleep on the floor too.
As soon as he let go of my foot and stood up, his gaze was like a dagger in my chest.
— How boring you are. — He threw himself onto the bed, lying face down. — Satisfied?
—Very. — I patted him lightly on the back.
I turned off the light and lay down, his snoring was really unbearable, but it was better to see him sleep on the floor.
He was so cute as he slept peacefully, even though he was snoring like some kind of monster.
Over time, my eyes felt heavy, my blinks were slow. Soon he falls asleep.
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Apparently, we forgot to close the curtains, the daylight did me the favor of waking me up, it was so good to sleep in a bed again.
I slowly opened my eyes, tried to get up, but Dean's heavy body was holding me back. He was hugging my body with one of his legs on top of me and his face between my neck.
His hot breath tickled, there was no snoring or drooling.
—Dean. — I whispered.
He mumbled something indecipherable.
— Dean!
—What it was? — He mumbled.
— We need to go, it's daytime and we don't want to hit traffic.
He walked away and sat down. I got up and picked up the pants thrown next to the t-shirt and put them in my backpack, grabbed the toothbrush and ran to the bathroom.
As soon as I got back, Dean was ready, sitting on the bed.
— Aren't you going to brush your teeth? Using the toilet?
— No. — He braved.
Any happiness left in my body drained away when I realized he was in a bad mood.
I guess I should say that I have a profile on Ao3, and on Wattpad, well on Ao3 I post basically the same things as here so...
I'm working on an arranged marriage fanfic, Sirius Black x Female Reader.
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"Dude," Steve says, pressing on his eyes because he feels like he's about to cry. "What the fuck."
"What?" Dustin squeaks, alarmed. "What? Steve, you're freaking me out!"
"Good!" Because Steve just worked eighteen hours and it's past midnight and he got thrown up on twice and there was a bed pan incident and even though he showered at the hospital he probably smells awful and it rained and he lost his keys so he had to take the bus and he's sweaty and tired and wet and cold and Dustin's DnD friend is hot. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Okay, maybe Steve's feeling a little delirious.
"Do what??" Dustin is full on shrieking right now. His hot friend is standing in their apartment looking more and more worried and hot.
"You didn't tell me he was hot!"
The expressions that go across Dustin's face is impressive, before they stop and he settles on a flat glare. "Seriously??"
Hot guy is now blushing and Steve will collapse if he doesn't keep with the righteous fury.
"I've been TRYING to get you two to meet for months now!"
"You didn't tell me he was hot, though! Dustin!!"
"I don't know what guys are hot, Steve!" Dustin says indignantly. "I thought you didn't like nerds!"
"Dustin!"
"Um," says hot guy. He looks like he's panicking.
Dustin's face changes again. "Oh, no. Oh, no, you're right."
"All this time!" Steve says and he really is close to tears. "You've been nagging on me all this time to find my soulmate, and you had the perfect guy right here?? You had him in my home??? Dustin!"
"Whoa," whispers hot guy.
"I'm sorry," Dustin wails now, just as distraught. "You love nerds, all your favorite people are nerds, I don't know what I was thinking, oh my god!" He whirls on hot guy. "Eddie, give Steve your number right now!"
"Okay," says hot guy Eddie, immediately. His face is super red and his eyes are wide, and he looks scared out of his mind as he fumbles his pocket for his phone. "Yeah-Yep-Absolutely. This is a thing that's happening."
Steve, tears burning in his eyes, watches as Dustin punches his number into Eddie's phone. "Okay," he says a little nasally, wiping quickly at his face. "Okay, I'm going to shower and then sleep for two days, and then pretend like this never happened so I can look hot guy in the eye when he asks me on a date. Sound good?"
"Sounds great!" Dustin says, all cheery now. Behind him, still looking vaguely scared for his life, hot guy gives him a shaky thumbs up.
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