Dean winchester x reader age gap

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Request- I have a request which you don’t have to do if you don’t want to or don’t have time to anyways… Deanxreader where there’s big age difference, I mean not too big but there it is and Sam or someone doesn’t support their relationship so it’s kinda messed up thanks :)

A/N- I have no idea why but this one came so naturally to me… I dunno but I just sat down and wrote and wrote! I didn’t stop to think what was going to happen it just happened lol… I can’t quite explain it… I was inspired by a youtuber today and I realized though his was in a much larger scale that we had a similar problem and his video really helped me a lot! Any who! Tell me what you think! x)

Dean x Reader

Word Count- 1486

Warning- age gap?

Dean had gone on a food run by the time you woke up. He had been extremely careful when he got up, since he didn’t want to wake you. Especially not when you were sleeping so peacefully.

You’ve been dating him for a year now, though you did have a rocky start. You were one month into being a hunter when you met him. Needless to say that you were beyond wary of people at the time and even now some part of you is still suspicious of the world. So when you bumped into two hunters, of course, you didn’t cooperate. It was your case after all.

You bumped into them a few times after that. Befriended them. Hunted with them. After six months of friendship, you found yourself extremely attracted to the older Winchester. You didn’t hide that attraction from him, though you felt he wouldn’t go for you, as you were younger than even Sam; which meant being much younger than Dean, but not to the point where it would be any issue. Not with you at least. It wasn’t for another month that he gave in to his own attraction.

Yet here you were a year later. Together.

You had waited about an hour and a half for Dean to return. You walk toward the library to check if he was there, since he wasn’t in the kitchen.

“Dean I know you’ve dated Y/N for a while now but-” You hear Sam start, causing you to freeze.

‘They’re talking about me?’ you thought.

“Yeah and?” Dean answered, not knowing what his brother was trying to say.

“It’s just that… Y/N’s younger than you… I mean– Y/N is younger than ME,” he says.

“Just barely. Why does that matter anyways?” Dean questioned, getting angry by the moment.

“You do know that you were already six years old when Y/N was born. I’m sorry but I… I don’t understand how that doesn’t bug you,” Sam admitted.

Dean was clearly taken aback. He never thought to worry about that, after all you were both adults. Not to mention that you weren’t just some fling. You were much more than that to Dean. Did you find it strange that he was older than you? He began to question himself.

You on the other hand, after hearing what Sam said, and not hearing Dean say anything in response- you weren’t so sure about your relationship. You turned back around; went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and wandered around the bunker aimlessly. Making a pros and cons list in your head. Should you stay with Dean or…?

It took you hours to gather your thoughts, and even then- all you could hear was Dean. “You’re just an inexperienced kid trying to act like an adult!” he had yelled at you when you were at each other’s throats, the day you had met. Over and over it replayed. You couldn’t help but feel sad, since it wasn’t long ago that he said that; less than two years.

It took Dean only a couple of minutes to actually think about it and realize that although the gap was there, he still loved you and knew that you loved him. With just that, anything anyone else would think seemed minor.

“Y/N!” Dean called. “Y/N- There you are!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been looking for you.”

You were sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall of some random room. “Oh… Hey Dean,” you answer weakly, not really looking him in the eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked. He was the same Dean you always knew; same smile, same smooth way of talking, but that made it that much more difficult for you.

“Uh- I’m not sure. I just sort of came here,” you chuckled. “I’ve been thinking,” you paused. “I want to go on a hunt,” you said.

Dean looked at you curiously, “Sure. Sam’s looking for one right now,” he responded.

“No… I mean… I want to go on a hunt… by myself,” you say.

“What? Why all of a sudden? We can go toget-” he starts.

“I’m not a kid!” you shouted. Your eyes widened when you realized that you had raised your voice unnecessarily. You sighed, “I Just want to go on my own. It’s been a while you know…” you smiled at him weakly.

He looked at you, thinking back, he didn’t ever see your stubborn side, but that look in your eyes told him that you were going no matter what, “Are you sure you want to go alone?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah.”

He sighed, but smiled, “Alright,” he said. “If this is something you want to do, then I guess I’ll help you find a hunt.”

You stared back at him, “Okay,” you say quickly, exiting the room just as fast. You rushed toward the library, find a hunt as soon as possible.

Sam was still in there and a part of you didn’t want to see him. He looked up toward you, “Hey,” he said.

“Have you found a hunt?” you asked.

He looked at you, a bit confused by the urgency in your voice, “Yeah… I think there’s a shifter in the next town over,” he informed.

“Great. I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you told him.

“What?” he questioned.

“I’ll pack my duffel and be on my way,” you repeated. “Text me the details,” you add.

“Wait!” he called out but you left no room for questions and left.

You quickly packed your duffel bag and got in your car, which you hadn’t used in a while. You left, not saying goodbye to anyone. By the time Dean had noticed, it was already too late.

“What’s up with Y/N?” Sam asked Dean.

Dean stood in the garage. He didn’t answer, though he had a suspicion on why you were acting strangely. He then turned toward his brother, almost glaring at him. “I think Y/N heard what you said earlier,” he responded in a low rough voice.

Sam’s eyes widened for a second, “I- I didn’t mean-”

“Yeah well it doesn’t matter. I’ll let Y/N have their time but when they come back, you better apologize. I’m not going to lose Y/N over something so small like this,” Dean told him.

“Of course… I just-” Sam starts.

“Sam… It doesn’t matter… Our age gap or whatever the hell you want to call it… What’s important is that we care about each other. That I don’t force Y/N to do anything they don’t want and the other way around. Got it?” Dean questions.

“Yeah,” Sam answers.

Although Dean says he’ll let you have your time, he couldn’t help but worry. Especially since you left on a sour note, meaning you weren’t checking in. He tried not to pry and seem overly worried went he text you, but it was hard because he WAS worried.

You didn’t answer any text. You just focused on the hunt. That in itself only took you a day and a half, but you took an extra day just to think about your situation. The fact of the matter was that you weren’t at any point ever affected by the age gap. You were both adults. You both cared about each other. What you WERE worried about was that Dean might be bothered by it.

It had been three days since you left, and you arrived wordlessly back to the bunker. You went straight for the kitchen for some water. Dean was already in the kitchen, grabbing a beer. The second he lay his eyes on you, he swiftly walked over to you, hugging you tight.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

You were a bit shocked, “Uh… I killed it… so good.”

He chuckled, “Good work,” he said.

“Thanks. Um… Sorry for not responding and checking in… I just-” you stammer for the right words.

“You needed time. It’s alright,” he said, still hugging you.

You had hugged him back, “Thank you,” you responded. You pulled away, “Dean… I need to ask you…”

“Anything-” he said.

“Does it bother you..? Does it bother you that I’m younger than you… younger than even Sam?” you questioned.

He smiled, “Do you love me?” he asked in return.

You were confuse but still answered. “Of course I do.”

He smiled, his eyes a tad softer than usual, “I love you too,” he said.

“But-” you say.

“It doesn’t bother me. It never has,” he answered.

All you could do was hug him again. You were happy that you didn’t have to break up or hide your anxiety. You should have known better than to have run from the problem, but sometime running or taking some time gives you a bit of perspective. Enough breathing room to think about what you want and what is good for you. Of course, it did helped that your partner was understanding.

Hope you liked it! x)

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