Dean X-Reader - Four Eyes

            He’s been massaging his temples for the past half hour. The cure for his headache lies not a foot from him, but he’s elected to pretend he doesn’t know about it.

            “Dean, why are you letting yourself suffer like this?” You sit down in the chair next to his.

            “I’m fine.” He takes his hands away from his head and focuses on the book in front of him. “I’ll take an aspirin later.”

            “You can’t live on aspirin. There’s a very simple, long-solution for this right here.” You pick up the black case and set it near his right hand.

            “I don’t need these.” He pushes it back to you.

            “Yes you do. Doctor said you do.”

            “Never needed them before, don’t need them now.”

            “There are two things I have to say to that. One, you might have been needing them for years and never knew because you never get your eyes checked, and two, I never needed bacon cheeseburgers until you made me eat one.”

            “So what, you’re gonna make me eat the glasses?”

            “No, I’m gonna make you wear them.” Opening the case, you take out the thick-rimmed glasses and fold out the sides. With one hand you turn his face towards you and then slide the glasses over his ears and onto the bridge of his nose. “There now. That’s not so bad.”

            You turn on your phone’s camera and hold it up for Dean to use as a mirror. One look has him removing the eyewear from his face.

            “Yeah, this isn’t gonna work out.”

            “Oh no you don’t.” You swat his hands away and readjust the glasses. “You gotta make this a habit.”

            “I look like a dork.” Though the word sounds lighthearted, he emanates sincerity.

            “Is that why you don’t want to wear the glasses?”

            He just purses his lips and takes the glasses of before turning back to his book.

            Sighing, you scoot your chair closer to his and start to run your fingers through the hair above his ear. “What’s wrong with looking like a dork, huh? If you’re worried about how people are going to look at you, just remember that you’ve only got one to worry about.”

            Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear. “And I think dorks are pretty damn sexy.”

            He grins just a little and turns to face you. When he tries to kiss you though, you pull back.

            “Nuh-uh. You gotta get your sexiness on first.”

            Rolling his eyes, Dean reaches for the glasses and puts them on with a flair, and after that he winks at you through the lens.

            “Better?”

            “Much.”

            This time when he goes in for a kiss, you let him. The rims of the glasses brush lightly against your skin. The doo look a little bit Clark Kent-ish. When it came to choosing a pair, he’d gone with your suggestion of sturdy, and they’d been larger with thick rims as a result. No matter what he wears though, the man can make it work. Honestly, the glasses make him look rather intellectual. After a few seconds he pulls away and simply looks at you, a quiet smile forming on his face.

            “What?”

            “Nothing. I just never realized how beautiful you are.”

            “See? You did need glasses.”

            “Oh hush.”

            “Only if you kiss me, dork.”