Summary: After A Hunt Gone Wrong, Dean Is In Need Of Comfort.

summary: after a hunt gone wrong, dean is in need of comfort.

warnings: angst, fluff, sad dean, alcohol use.

note: hope you enjoy, i wrote this more so for myself for a little bit of comfort :]

andy sat in the back of the impala with dean driving and sam asleep in the passenger seat, her tired eyes watching as the trees and other cars whip past her window.

her frame leaned back into the leather, her body still tense from the hunt they had just finished and the effects of such began to catch up with herself, feeling her muscles progressively grow achy and sore.

the hunt was a bit of a blow - the three hunters got hurt and it all together didn’t go as planned.

thankfully, no one was -too- hurt.

andy’s thoughts focused on deans music, her hand occasionally trailing up to the nape of her neck to try and soothe the crook that was taunting her.

whenever dean put on his usual ac/dc, led zeppelin, deep purple, metallica etc, she couldn’t help her body subtly reacting to the tunes, her fingers tapping against her thigh, her head just barely moving back and forth in synch with the rhythm.

andy’s grey orbs flashed over to dean, knowing he was probably beating himself up about the hunt going south, which she’d noticed him do over the past few years she’d been hunting with them.

she let her eyes linger on the back of his head for a little while longer before a silent sigh fell from andy’s lips as she laid her head against the window and returned her gaze onto the trees, before her eyes eventually fell shut for the rest of the trip back.

after another hour or so, they made it back and sun set was about to bloom.

andy got out of the impala and shut her door, walking around the car and making her way inside the bunker, glancing over at dean silently for a moment before hand.

andy made a b line to the kitchen, grabbing herself a beer and then making her way into the common room, sitting down at the table with a tired sigh.

her hands worked at opening the beer to take a few gulps from the beer, the slight burning sensation she felt as it smoothed down her throat easing her just a little, but enough to make her relax.

andy stared at the wooden table quietly, her black chipped finger nail drawing lazy circles on the smooth surface before her eyes flashed over to the condensation slowly dripping from the beer bottle, a few drops racing to the bottom of the glass bottle to pool beneath it.

after a while, she turned her head, the silence that remained concerning her a little bit.

if dean hadn’t come inside soon, she’d go out and check on him.

they’d never really been intimately close, never once embracing each other in anything further than a hug.

but sometimes andy could sense he needed more than that.

she never pursued such though, since dean was the more ‘i don’t need anyone’ type.

she figured he’d get offended or something, so she always kept her distance when he got in his moods.

hearing dean walk into the bunker, she turned her gaze back down at her beer bottle, going back to watching the droplets of liquid pool under the bottle and onto the wooden table.

after she heard his footsteps move past from behind her, her eyes trailed over to look at him, watching as he opened a bottle of whiskey and took a few swigs straight from the bottle.

silently, she watched him, trying to figure out what was going on inside his head but she never could.

she turned her head back down to the beer bottle, lifting it to her lips and taking a few more sips before setting it back down where it once was.

“you know it’s not your fault, right?”

her voice broke the silence, ringing through the room and echoing off the walls of the bunker.

one last time, her grey orbs fixed over to see he was now looking at her, gazing into his green eyes, as her eye brows raise a little.

“you shouldn’t beat yourself up the way you do.. it’s not healthy.”

she mumbled, a small shake of her head following her softened voice.

dean just kind of stared at her. silence. it’d been 1… 5… 15… 20 seconds. just quietly looking at each other.

the silence between them was comfortable. not in the slightest bit awkward or uncomfortable. it’s always been that way between the two - never once did they feel the need to ramble on about random stuff in order to make the air between them less awkward.

andy’s eyes moved away from him after a while when he still hadn’t said anything. maybe she had offended him.

andy sighed and took another sip of her beer before standing up and walking off to her room, grabbing some clothes and tiredly striding into the bathroom.

after stripping down her clothes and stepping under the warm water, she almost let out a relieved sigh. she could practically feel her muscles screaming ‘thank you’, her sore body relaxing as she focused on the feeling of the water streaming down her aching figure.

after her shower, she got dressed and stepped out of the bathroom, walking down the hallway and stopping in front of deans bedroom. she wanted to knock and ask if he was okay, but she was able to answer that herself.

surely he was still beating himself up, always so hard on himself thinking there was always things he could’ve done differently.

reluctantly, though, she left a few knocks on the door, patiently waiting for him to open the door, or give the okay for her to come in. something. but not to her surprise, nothing. 1… 5… 10 seconds pass. and still - nothing.

andy gently opened the door, peaking inside to see dean sitting at the edge of his bed, hunched over with his hands tangled in his hair. andy hesitated for a moment before she invited herself in and sat down beside him.

she sat there. quiet. still quiet. 3… 4… 5 minutes pass and still. silence. that was okay. andy didn’t expect him to speak to her if he didn’t want too. it was like dean not to talk about his feelings, and she’d respect that boundary, even if she knew he -should- talk about it.

a while longer passes, and andy finally speaks up in a quiet voice.

“dean.”

it took a second, but deans head moved to look at her. just barely, she could see how glossy his eyes were, and the exhaustion etched in his face. he had been crying. seeing this took andy back a little - it was worse than she thought. and it broke her heart to see dean this upset - this vulnerable in front of her. something she hadn’t seen before.

without another word, andy moved closer, turning her body so she was facing him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. unexpectedly, dean moved closer into her embrace, his arms firmly wrapping around her torso and his face disappearing into the crook of her neck.

they stayed like this for a while, andy’s fingers trailing up and down his shoulder blade while her other hand smoothed through his hair, gently scratching every now and then as she whispered soft nothings into his ear. in that moment, a silent understanding grew between the two of them. she was right. he -did- need this. he needed it all along. and from now on, they’d seek each other out when they needed this most. just the two of them, sitting comfortably in each others arms. in silence.

from now on, andy wouldn’t hesitate to hold him and tell him that it was okay to be vulnerable around her, and that everything would be okay.

this is so denki kaminari coded.

OH I HAVE GOT YOU FOR THE STEVE FIC BABY GIRL!!!

the car scene where it was reader in the front seat instead of Nancy!! and the reader is like way more supportive of his dreams and shit, idiots to lovers / besties to lovers am I right 🤩🤩

this is just the cutest, i enjoyed writing this! thanks for the request lovely, you’re adorable! 🩶🩶 also, i’m sorry for holding this off for so long and if this totally sucks and it’s not at all how you wanted it, i hope you enjoy it!

a comfortable silence fills the air - the only noise heard being the rumbling of the tires against the pavement, the occasional chit-chat in the trailer from behind and “fire and rain” by carole king and james taylor playing softly. “how’s it handle?” your voice breaks the silence first, though your eyes remain on the road ahead. “not half bad considering this is a house.” steve replies, sending a quick glance over to you before his eyes return to the road. you smile and nod your head, a soft “hmm” of acknowledgment leaving your lips. the corners of steve’s lips pull into a smile, his eyes shifting from the road to you a few times.

“yeah it’s… it’s silly, but i… i’ve actually um.. i always had this dream that i’d have this.. really big family.” your eyes trail over to look at steve as he speaks - his eyes remain on the road. “i’m talking like, uh, full brood of harringtons. like five.. six kids?” you almost laugh - amused by steve’s sudden confession. “six?” you blurt out, whipping your head to look at steve almost shocked. “yeah, six little nuggets. three girls, three boys..” steve trails off for a second, before he laughs. “and.. and every summer, i figured all of us harringtons we would pack into something like this and… just see the country. you know, the rockies, grand canyon.. maybe yellow stone. end up in some beachside town in california. spend a week parked in the sand.. learn how to surf or something..”

you smile, staring over at steve as he lays all this on you. you had no idea where this all came from, but you weren’t complaining.

“that sounds really nice.” you said after a few seconds and steve glances back over at you. “yeah?” his voice is tender when he speaks this time. “yeah…” there’s a long moment of just the two of you staring at each other with smiles, before you grin and look down into your lap. “well, except for the six kids part - that sounds like a total nightmare.” you say playfully, earning a chuckle from steve. in all honesty: it didn’t actually sound all that awful to you. you’d imagine with the right person, having so many kids would be nice. and the way steve described it, it gave you this warm feeling. especially after everything you steve and the other kids have been through.. thinking about having a big family in the future felt nice. didn’t seem so crazy to fantasize about the whole white picket fence, suburban neighborhood life - the whole package.

“if only i had some practice.” steve says, gesturing to the kids in the back, all too preoccupied in their own conversations. you nod your head and smile, lifting your hands in mock defense. “alright, fair. touché.” you say with a smile, and steve smiles right back at you. “that would be nice, though.. seriously, i mean.. settling down.” you started, looking down at your hands as you played with your finger tips. “it doesn’t sound like a nightmare.” you said, looking over at him to see he was already staring at you. all of a sudden something felt different about the way he was looking at you. it quickly crossed your mind what it would be like to spend the rest of your life with him. to have six kids and travel the world. it made you feel peaceful, and that feeling was refreshing.

after what felt like ages, steve finally looked back into the road ahead, and you did the same. you found yourself smiling so hard it was beginning to hurt your cheeks, but you didn’t care. you stared out the window and thought about everything steve had told you, listening to the soft rumble of the tires below. and for the first time in days you felt totally okay. you didn’t feel the pressure of what’s to come, to save the world. and you fantasized about the light at the end of the tunnel.

it was like the switch inside you that kept you anxious flicked off. and steve had flicked it off so easily.

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bestfriend!bakugo who studies with you every other night weather it be in your dorm room or his.

- “did you not get any sleep again last night, dumbass? you’re drooling all over your paper.”

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