I Don't Know Why, But To Me If Dean Had A Boyfriend, Even If They Are Married, He Would Uses Dude And

I don't know why, but to me if Dean had a boyfriend, even If they are married, he would uses dude and buddy instant of pet names. Could you write one based on this?

Yeah, I can write one based on this and I’m sorry that this took too long. 

Why These Nicknames?

“Okay, come on! Let’s go!” You yell from the garage, duffel bag in the boot of Baby. “Why does your brother have to take forever? Usually he’s the one telling us to hurry up.”

Your brother-in-law leans his body against the door frame. “I believe he is putting on his clothes.” 

“Great. Dean, move that nice ass of yours!”

On que, your husband walks into the war room with his duffel in hand. “Calm down, dude. And you think I have a nice ass?” he grins.

“You have a hot ass, but it has to go into the seat behind the wheel and drive us to that hotel.”

“I get that it’s our 7th anniversary, but we have time to get there.” He dumps his bag next to yours before shutting the boot.

Footsteps come behind Sam, the three of you having your attention on your four-year-old daughter and golden retriever come into the garage.

“Hey, peanut,” you pick Jo up and rest her on your hip. “Hi, da. Can I come with you and daddy?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but it’s daddy’s and da’s alone time,” Dean rests his hand at the back of her head. 

Groaning, she rests her head against your shoulder, face mushed against your neck.

“We gotta go now, Jo, but we’ll be back in a few days.”

Groaning again, she moves her body up a bit before blowing a raspberry against your neck. It makes you smile and chuckle.

“Okay, honey, we really gotta go, otherwise da won’t ever leave with daddy.”

“I don’t want da to leave, that’s why I’m doing it.”

Letting Dean take your daughter out of your hands, you say your goodbyes as she gets handed to Sam and you and Dean go into Baby and out of the bunker.

“We’re going to stop at a diner or some shit to get some food before we get there.”

“Sure thing, buddy.”

“Why do you give me those nicknames?”

“Which nicknames?”

“‘Dude’ and ‘buddy’.”

“I never call you those things,” his eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you before back at the road.

“Like, a minute ago, you called me ‘buddy’ after I said we’re going to stop at a diner.”

Dean says nothing for a few seconds.

“Shut up.”

Hi there! Could you possibly write a fic for Dean Winchester x M!Reader? One where the reader has really long hair and Dean is always finding ways/excuses to play with it and tie it up in different styles. Just Dean being low key obsessed with his boyfriend and his long hair, even to the point of telling him he can’t ever cut it short because it’s too pretty. Being a guy with long hair myself I would really love Dean to fawn over me and my hair lmao. 💚

I can kinda imagine Dean doing this  💚

Loving The Long Hair

Feeling a hand run through your hair, you ignore it, knowing Dean is the one running his hand through your strands. “What’s up, Dean?”

“You have something in your hair.”

“That’s gonna take you two minutes to take out? It takes a few seconds to get it out.”

“Sh, leave me alone.” He takes the seat next to you and drags it closer to you before sitting down. He rests his chin upon your shoulder and shuffles his head a bit to have your hair rest upon his head.

With your body pressed against the side of Dean’s, he plays with your hair as you’re scrolling through social media on your phone. “Dean?”

“Mm.” He nuzzles his face against your head, smelling your shampoo. Putting your phone next to you, you roll yourself on top of Dean’s. His hands go to rest on top of your thighs. “I have a feeling you’re in a relationship with me just for my hair, not me.” You play with the rem of his shirt.

His arms extend to have his hands reach for your face. Bending your upper half, you press your lips against his, his hands now rest on your cheeks.

Slowly, they reach into your hair and bury themselves in the strands. He balls your hair in his fists, groaning at the taste of your lips.

Separating from the kiss, he groans in annoyance. You get out of bed and slip on one of his shirts. “Take care of him,” you point at the tent in his sweatpants, “‘cause I gotta start on cooking dinner.”

“(Y/N)!” You hear him yell from your shared room once you’re in the doorway of the kitchen. “No! I’m not helping this time!”

Taking out the things you need, you begin to start cooking the burgers, a vege one for Sam.

Footsteps come in behind you with a pair of hands resting on your hips, immediately knowing it’s your boyfriend. His hands shift under the shirt to touch the skin of your hips. He moves closer to your body, yourself feeling his boner.

“Dean, I told you to take care of him.” In response, he parts your hair with his nose to have it pressed against the back of your neck, your hair covering parts of his face.

“Don’t ever cut your hair short.”

“Wasn’t really planning to, except for trimming it sometimes, baby.”

With a random movie playing on the TV, you’re sitting on the ground in between Dean’s legs as he’s on the couch and brushing your hair. He then parts it in three parts and starts to plait it. 

This has become a routine sometimes or when Dean gets bored. It’s the second option right now.

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Please don’t cut your hair short, not like when Sam had his hair back at Stanford,” he mumbles against your head.

His hands go under your armpits to bring your body up and sit in between the gap of his legs on the couch. He smushes his face against the side of your neck. Your hand comes up to bury it in his short strands.

“What? No, no way I’m gonna have my hair that short.”

“Good.” 

I feel like dean is the type to say “I adore you” more than “I love you”

I agree. Like from what I remember, he hardly says 'I love you' to anyone. And if he gets himself a partner, he'll show his love rather than saying it

Is anyone else getting a Dean vibe from this guy from Jetpack Joyride?

i also want to cuddle this angry boi

Hey! I'm just wondering If is everything ok? You haven't posted in a while, and i like, really like your work, so i get a bit worried

hey! everything is going okay. im really sorry that i havent posted in a while, havent done much of your requests as i have some here, or have been posting little things.

thank you for liking my work ♥️

i guess that ive been having my moments of some things that happened at the start of the year, been having some trouble with writers block and school, and that ive been feeling a little more low.

i am trying to pass through the writers block for my own writings and for the fics as i have many gifs on my desktop and some of them have some fics behind them but it kinda seems like i cant get them down on a doc, and even if i do, i would feel like the fic isnt gonna make sense or if no one is gonna like it. but idc if anyone likes it not, i guess i just want to share some little stories and all that.

um, overall, thank you for the worrying, you dont need to, and i will get to the fics and requests asap.