#High Expectations

[smellingofpoetry]

High Expectations

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jody Mills

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Their meeting was just a lucky coincidence. Everything that happened after that was just their doing.

Warnings: fluff, insecurities, lies

Word count: 1252

A/N: Hello! How are you doing? I hope you had a lovely Christmas day. As promised, I'm here with a new fic. Some of you voted to read this one, so here's your chance. This story happened out of nowhere and it wasn't supposed to go this way, but I had fun while writing it and I'm so happy with what I came up with. I hope you'll like it as much. Enjoy! ❤ All errors are mine.

It started unconventionally.

It was during one of Jody’s dinners. Y/N was new in town so, of course, Jody had invited her in. The boys were just passing through after one of their hunts.

It was just a coincidence.

Y/N didn’t know anything about the supernatural, and Dean was covered in cuts and bruises.

She was beautiful; he noticed it the moment he saw her, feeling self-conscious for once because his face, well, it looked like a battled filed. That feeling went away pretty quickly the moment Y/N and Sam discovered to be two nerds. Dean definitely couldn’t compete with that, bloody face or not.

They had a lovely dinner, though. A normal one, that was for sure and Dean didn’t mind that one bit, even if that meant watching his little brother flirt with her.

Y/N was glad she had accepted Jody’s invitation. All the worries of being alone in a new town were forgotten for a moment. It was a nice evening, even though she had to do her best to not glance at Sam’s brother.

What was his name? Oh, right – Dean.

He was beautiful; she noticed it the moment she saw him, bloody face and all. Y/N had felt self-conscious when his eyes had landed on her because she was wearing that damn old shirt her mom had told her to toss away ages ago and, on top of that, she was wearing zero to nothing makeup. She couldn’t look that good that way.

She didn’t let it sting too much when he hadn’t paid too much attention to her through dinner, she was used to it anyway.

So, Y/N ended up talking to Sam, mostly about their shared passion for books. Until it was time for dessert, and Jody went to retrieve coffee and pie. Of course, Y/N went after her, trying to be useful.

“Can I help you with something?” She asked with a smile, with Sam right behind her taking the mugs from Jody.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. You can go call Dean, though. He’s outside on the back porch. He’ll kill us if we start the pie without him.” Jody smiled at her, grabbing the plates and disappearing into the next room.

Y/N glanced at the door that led to the porch, unsure. Taking care of the coffee would have been easier, she thought while walking towards the door. She opened it slowly, sliding through it. Dean was leaning against the railing, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as soon as he heard her footsteps, surprised to see her there. Y/N smiled, waving his hand mid-air, suddenly not sure how to act around him.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Dean put away his phone, watching her fidgeting with her hands.

“Uh – Jody asked me to tell you there’s pie inside. She made it sound like something really important, so – ” she trailed off, feeling awkward but hoping that he wouldn’t catch on that. Dean smiled, nodding his head.

“Yeah – uh – I’m kinda a pie guy.” He said without even thinking. Y/N smiled at that and Dean could feel his ears getting warmer. Why in heart had he said that? A pie guy – what an idiot, he thought.

“Can’t blame you. It smelt good in there.” She pointed at the kitchen with her head.

“Oh, yeah?” He asked, putting his hands in his pockets, feeling more at ease.

“Yeah. I might have peeked at the filling if you’re interested.” She said, getting a bit closer while her lips curved upwards in a half smile. Dean grinned, making more room for her. They got closer, their bodies leaning toward each other.

“I think I might.”

Y/N pretended to ponder for a bit, before lowering her voice. “Jody wouldn't mind, right?”

“I won't tell if you don’t.” He whispered in a conspirator tone.

“Yeah, alright.” She was easy to convince. So, she got closer then, whispering in his ear their little secret. Dean hummed, her breath making his skin tingle.

“My favorite.” He answered, glancing at her and catching her already looking at him with a smile. They stared at each other for a few minutes, until Dean cleared his throat, forcing himself to look elsewhere. Y/N did the same, feeling her cheeks getting warmer.

“So, what happened to…?” She asked, pointing to his cuts on his face.

Right – Dean thought. He had forgotten about that for a minute, and the reality crushed back on him.

“Bad call on work,” which wasn’t a lie.

“Are you a police offer, too?”

“Firefighter.” It came out of his mouth faster than he could imagine and, yeah, not an entire lie. He wouldn’t have minded it to be a firefighter.

“Really?”

“You sound surprised.”

“No, it’s just –”

“What?” He asked arm crossed at his chest and eyes trailing down to the tips of his shoes, trying not to show her the hurt in his voice.

“My dad was a firefighter too.” She whispered, a sad smile on her face.

“Oh –” Dean looked up at her then, feeling guilty for lying to her but he couldn’t tell her the truth, though.

“You kinda remember me him.” She smiled, before walking towards the door. She was almost inside when she turned around towards him. “Be safe out there, Dean.”

He watched her turn around again, while his mind was still stuck on her words. Dean didn’t know how to answer that, but he knew that, for some reason, he wanted to keep talking with her. So, he tried hard to come up with something smart to say but, of course, he wasn’t Sam.

“I lied.” He said without really thinking. Dean closed his eyes, giving himself an idiot. Y/N stopped in her tracks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion while turning around for the second time. She looked at him with curiosity. She leaned against the door frame with her hands joined together in front of her, studying him and trying to decide what to do next.

“About what?” She asked cautiously.

“About the bruises and the job,” Dean admitted, hoping someone would come to look for them and save him from his misery.

“Did you have a good reason to lie?”

Dean was taken aback by her question but nodded at the same time. “Yeah.”

“Would you lie again if I asked you the same question?”

“Probably.”

“You could have gotten away with it, you know that right?” She asked, amused.

“Yeah, I’m painfully aware.”

“Then why did you confess?”

“I have no fucking idea, usually I’m better than this.”

“I wouldn’t have said.” She joked, earning an annoyed look from Dean. They studied each other for a few seconds until he broke the silence they had fallen into.

“Are you gonna ask again?” He said, wondering why he was torturing himself like that.

“Oh, I will at our next dinner.”

“Our next dinner?” He echoed her with a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah, you didn’t think you were out of the hook for lying to me just because you’re cute, right?”

“Cute, uh?” Dean smirked, taking a few steps towards her while making her roll her eyes. He raised his hand in surrender. “Alright, dinner seems fair.” He agreed, hoping he wouldn’t have to regret it.

“Good, ‘cause I have high expectations for you next lie." She winked at him, before going inside. Dean stayed stuck on the floor, blinking a few times at the closed door before starting to laugh.

[hypnotic-kink]

[bellatrixnightshade]

this is for people who can relate, but does it bother you when others say stuff to you, like "you shouldn't be hard on yourself" "Stop placing so much expectations on yourself!"?

It doesn't work that way. It doesn't "stop." yeah, if it just stopped when I dropped it believe me it would have gone away by now.

And we work on it. But you know what's worse? These people giving shit advice don't even show that they care. They are emotionally distant from you and yet act like your friend. They don't provide reasons for you to trust them, or even see them as worthy of listening to. They come to the aid of other people and yet ignore you. When they finally do see your issues, that's when they give "oh you're awesome I like you don't have so high of an expectation UwU"

They never personally ask you if you are doing okay. they ask in public. Dude maybe I don't want to say how I feel when other people can listen/read what I say.

idk I'm so tired of the very people who make me feel like I'm not enough thinking they have ANY right to just give me horrible advice.

EDIT: also if you don't actually care don't bother talking to me or other people about whether we are fine or not. Go take your fake ass kindness somewhere else. Only seek us out when you are genuine.

[safe-haven-safe-place]

[howifeltabouthim]

For the first time, she'd had the feeling of being a whole self, merged with another who could fulfill all of her deepest needs.

Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle

[froody]

About to watch Witchfinder General.

[misssclumsy]

*High expectations are on there way to destroy me*

[inhumanliquid]

"You can do it, you just have to try harder!"

Gee, thanks for admitting that my best isn't good enough for you. Real fucking cool. :)

[smellingofpoetry]

High Expectations

Summary: Their meeting was just a lucky coincidence. Everything that happened after that was just their doing.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: fluff, insecurities, lies

⸭ You can find my Masterlist in the bio ⸭

[byulniverse]

Uhhh I don’t know how teachers expect to change from street clothes like oversized shirt and sweatpants to a tidy school uniform then go on stage and sing the hell out of myself. Like during the rehearsal I did because there was a delay but how to you expect me to do it PERFECTLY when the rehearsal didn’t go through just the way it was planned to, like I’m not some kind of wizard shit…

[honeygrahambitch]

Aw did the fact that i was 10 minutes late for our date made you angry? Guess what, Hannibal waited 3 years for Will in that damned prison cell and he didn't ever complain

[anotherstudybrownie]

How can I tell my mum what I want to study if the expectations are this high?

[howifeltabouthim]

I'd rather have believed anything downright wicked of myself, than of you.

Ellen Wood, from East Lynne

[scriptapermahrukh]

No one prepared me for the side effects 😭🤌🏻❤️‍🩹

[simonoliverseville]

“We NEED to stop letting Alvin watch Young Sheldon.”

“He wants to co-author a research paper with me now and try to get it published in a physics journal. The biggest problem (besides the fact that he’s impossible to work with) is that he’d have to submit it under a fake name or risk outing 2.0 to the WHOLE WORLD.”

[thetruedailyprophet]

All I need in life is a dark haired boy with honourable intentions, healthy possessiveness (if that makes sense?), and a murderous/charming smirk. Is that too much to ask for?