Dean X-Reader - Stuck in the Snow

    “Oh come on!” You moan. “It won’t start at all?”

    Dean turns the key in the ignition again, making the engine grind and churn, but it doesn’t start up. “Nope.”

    “So we’re stuck here? Sam, can’t you call someone?” You pull out your own phone and attempt to get a few bars, the bright screen lighting up a small portion of the dark car.

    “The weather’s blocking the signal. I’ve been trying since the car broke down.” Sam holds his phone in the air before dropping it on the seat behind him.

    “Well that’s just great. How are we getting out of here?”

    “We’re not, (y/n). At least not until the weather clears up.” Dean peers out of the window at the snow swirling heavily in the dark. “The way it’s going we’re probably going to be stuck here all night.”

    You groan and slump down in the seat while Dean opens his door and steps out into the snowy night, allowing a rush of cold air to enter the slowly cooling interior. You hear him make his way around to open the trunk and then a few moments of silence before he shuts it again. Instead of walking all the way back to the driver’s seat, he opens the back door and slides in to sit on your left side with an armful of blankets and a small space heater, letting in one more brief rush of air.

    Sam takes the space heater and sets it up on the dash before taking the two blankets his brother hands him and stretching across the length of the seat as best he can.

    Dean unfolds the two remaining blankets – one of which is a sleeping bag – and swings his legs up onto the seat, taking off his jacket to bunch up and use as a pillow. He spreads the blankets on top of himself and then lifts up one side before leaning forward to grab your arm and pull you on top of him, face up with his legs stretched out beneath your own.

    “What, going to sleep already?” You adjust the blankets back so your arms are on top of them.

    “No, just cold.” Dean yanks the blankets back up over your arms again, smothering your face with them and then wrapping his arms around you in a bear hug.

    “Dean!” You squeal as his vice-like grip wraps around you, squirming in an attempt to break free.

    “Guys.” Sam complains from the front seat.

    “Be quiet (y/n). Sammy’s trying to sleep.” He works a hand under the blankets to cover your face, and you promptly lick his palm. He pulls away immediately, letting go of you and trying to push you off of him. With the blankets tangling themselves around you, you fight against his arms, trying to get close enough to lick his face.

    The two of you wrestle in the dark like this for a few minutes. You giggle every time you get close to your target only to be blocked by a hand. Dean finally gets his hands clamped around your arms just below your shoulders, too far away to lick and at too inconvenient of a spot for your hands to be much use.

    “Come on Dean! Let me go!” You giggle and try to yank away from him.

    Not until I’m sure I won’t be licked.”

    “No promises.”

    Suddenly, a spurt of water splashes your face, making you sputter. Dean lets out a laugh, only to have it cut short by a second spurt. You both pull back to wipe water from you eyes, and you turn to stick out your tongue at Sam who’s holding a small water gun in his hand.

    “Now hush or I’ll do it again.” The tone in Sam’s voice is threaded with a mock threat as he waves the toy under your nose. You roll your eyes as he turns over and lies down again.

    “Killjoy.” Dean leans back, pulling you to him with one hand and straightening the blankets with the other. He positions you so that you’re face down on top of him and nestled in the spot where his body presses up against the back of the seat.

    For a moment you think that he’s finally decided to go to sleep, but then he slowly reaches his left hand under your shirt and starts to lightly drag his fingertips across your waist and lower ribcage, tickling the sensitive skin. You squeak softly at the contact and try to bat his hand away, but he’s quicker than you and dodges your arm.

    “Deeeaaan! Stop it!” You resort to smacking his chest. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!”

    “Tell you what.” Still tickling you, he leans his face down close to yours. “I’ll stop if you give me a kiss.”

    “Ew! No!” You give him a grossed-out look.

    “Oh come on.” He brushes his nose against your forehead, teasing your brow bone with his lips.

    “No.” You turn your face into his chest and cover your ear with your right hand. He just shifts down further in the seat, bringing his head closer to your hand while still tickling you.

    “Come on (y/n), just one?” Dean uses his mouth to nip at your fingertips and the back of your hand.

    You shake your hand to get him away from it, and he takes the opportunity to breach your defenses by scoring a kiss on your cheek. Wiping away the feeling, your breath catches in your throat and you cough. From the front seat Sam groans, followed by the sound of fabric being pulled over his head in an attempt to block out the noises from behind him.

    “Happy now?” You stick your tongue out at Dean.

    “No.” He murmurs into your ear. “That one didn’t count. You weren’t really a part of it.”

    “Ugh. Fine.” Twisting your head to the right, you catch his mouth with your own, and he freezes, tense hands resting on your lower back. When you pull away from him a few seconds later, you grin at him.

    “What about now? Was I part of that one?” You move your right hand up to slowly run your fingers through the short hair above his ear.

    “Definitely.” He shuts his eyes and tilts his head forward in hopes of getting another kiss.

    You realize what he’s trying to do and respond by moving your hand down to press a finger to his lips. “Nuh-uh. You only get one.”

    Dean sighs softly, eyes still closed. “You’re such a tease (y/n).”

    “I know.” You lay your head down on his chest and stretch your arm up over his shoulder. He lets his own head rest against the back of the seat.

    Even though he’s not quite touching your head with his, he’s close enough for you to feel his warm, steady breaths against your hairline as you fall asleep.