#I need him to carry my groceries I am weak in upper body strength

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Home Sweet Home

Request: Hey there, I was wondering if you could do a Dean x reader where Dean finds the reader after she’s kidnapped by demons and fights all of the demons off just for her. Can this be really fluffy?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: mentions of torture

A/N: Fluffy, fluffy Dean...

You were so sick of everything hurting all the time. It wasn’t the things the demons did to you necessarily although those were pretty bad. But it was the dull throbbing in your shoulders that was permanent, the way your wrists and ankles stung constantly, the way you craved to be able to move out of this chair again, see sun again.

You wanted to see your boys again.

After the first day it was clear you weren’t getting out on your own and they weren’t going to kill you. Demons were weird like that. You knew Dean would find you, rescue you, help you get better and back to normal strength. Dean wouldn’t stop until he knew you were safe.

It’d been a while though, not a few days, not a week. Almost two months and still no Dean. They taunted that he wasn’t coming, he’d forgotten all about you and that they’d keep you here, keep doing things to you until you begged them to end it all.

But you knew Dean would come so you took all of it and thought of every good memory you had with him.

You’d gotten used to sleeping with the bag over your head, always too tired to wake up when the door opened when they started in on you in the mornings, instead only waking when the pain stirred you. 

Today you didn’t wake up to pain, didn’t wake up to darkness. You were off the ground, being carried. You used up the little energy you had to open your eyes and find the ten or so demons you’d come to call your captors slaughtered on the ground. Maybe you recognized the arms under you, maybe they were his.

But you were too tired and your body took over, forcing you to sleep as it understood it could finally relax for the first time in months.

You woke up laying down which was strange. You had to remember that people normally woke up that way. Eventually you managed to open your eyes after settling into that nice place of snuggling into your bed, noticing the smell of grease and leather with fresh apple on the pillow you were using. Dean’s pillow.

You rolled onto your back, surprised that you weren’t feeling any pain, weren’t feeling any pain at all other than being completely run-down. Tilting your head you saw Dean passed out in a chair, his hand outstretched and laying on the bed from where you guessed he’d been holding yours. 

Dean looked tired, even as he slept, like he hadn’t allowed himself the luxury in months. He probably hadn’t given himself more than a few hours a night tops. There was a blanket mostly on the ground as he wrapped one arm around himself, a slight chill in the room without the warmth of something on top of you. You knew he’d gone through hell and the second he woke up, he’d give all his attention to you and not take a second for himself. You could climb out of bed, pick up a blanket and drape it over him at the very least.

You were okay on your feet as you walked around the bed from one side to the other. The second your gaze travelled downward to the blanket though, your next step stumbled as your body forgot how to support you.

You whined as your knees hit the ground. Your hands normally would have braced you but your weakness was hitting you as they crumpled under you and your head smacked against the floor. You managed to roll onto your back to look up and see the most fearful green eyes in your life looking back.

“Your blanket fell off,” you said, staring up, perfectly content to lie in that spot for the rest of your life if it meant not having to move. “You looked cold.”

Dean gave you a sad smile but didn’t saying anything. He simply slipped out of his chair, down to his knees and cradled you so he could put you back on the bed. He put a hand on your head where you were sure a bruise was forming and sighed.

“You okay?” you said in unison.

“Yeah, I’m gonna be okay again,” said Dean, smiling, running his thumb over the bump that was forming. “Cas couldn’t heal you all the way. He has to rest up and finish in a few days. He’s sorry he can’t get you better all at once.”

“That’s okay,” you said, closing your eyes, relishing in Dean’s touch.

“I’ll take care of you,” he said quietly. You popped open an eye to see him still looking sad. 

“Thank you for saving me,” you said, reaching up to hold his hand. “I knew you’d bring me home again.”

“I-”

“Dean,” you groaned, his eyes going wide as he feared you were in pain. “Sit next to me and just listen for a minute okay?”

“Okay,” said Dean, hesitantly climbing onto the bed, sitting up against the headboard, helping you when he saw you wanted to sit up and lean against him.

“I didn’t have much to do but think all that time and the one thing I kept coming back to was how you were going to punish yourself for this, somehow make this on you. I don’t care how long it took. I don’t care that you probably took one look at me and thought of how if you’d just been a little faster maybe I wouldn’t have been so bad off. I don’t want you to think any of this is your fault. You’re the good guy, my hero in all this. Honestly, it’s starting to catch up with me and I just want to curl into you and know you’ll protect me. I don’t want to be scared that you’re hurting. I’m tired of being scared, Dean,” you said. Dean held in a big long breath before finally exhaling. He said nothing but he pulled you into his lap, throwing the covers over the two of you, one arm across your chest, holding you tight against his.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore, sweetheart,” said Dean, resting his chin on top of your head. “I gotcha. I gotcha.”

You stayed that way a long time, silently comforting one another. Dean held on, afraid to ever let you go again, you never wanting him to. But you couldn’t stay in that bed forever and there was one thing you desperately wanted after all this time.

“Dean, can you help me take a shower?” you asked, lulling out of the calm state he’d helped you fall into.

“Of course,” said Dean, helping you to sit up. “Afterwords do you want to try having some food?”

“Um, okay, yeah,” you said, feeling Dean’s stare behind you. “I didn’t really get to eat much so don’t make any big meal or anything. It’ll go to waste.”

“You don’t have to ration your food anymore, sweetie,” said Dean, swinging his legs over the bed and going to your closet, pulling out his favorite shirt you wore to bed and a pair of warm sweatpants for you. “Anything you want you can have. Sam can go run out and grab it while we wash you up.”

“Pizza? And something with chocolate? I’ve been craving it for three weeks,” you said, sliding your covers off. 

“I’ll go tell Sammy and ask him to pick up some of your favorites at the grocery store while he’s out,” said Dean, kneeling down in front of you. “I want you to stay in this bed until I get back. You’re letting me take care of you, remember?”

“Sure,” you said, Dean standing up and giving your lips a kiss, like he was never going to catch up on all the ones he missed out on. “Why haven’t the guys come to see me?”

“They did while you were sleeping,” said Dean, pausing at the doorway. “I asked them to give you some space. You try to be tough for us sometimes and I want you to just feel however you want to right now, not be scared to be how you’re feeling.”

“I am,” you said, knowing it was okay again. “I want the guys at dinner though. I want my family.”

“You got it sweetheart. I’ll be back in two minutes,” said Dean, walking out the door with your clothes. He was back in less time than that, strong arms waiting to carry you.

“I want to try walking,” you said, holding out your hands for Dean to help you stand. He only shook his head. “Please Dean?”

He sighed but helped you to your feet, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, the other on your upper arm, carrying most of your weight for you. You got to the doorway but could feel your legs starting to give out again. 

“Need you,” you got out, Dean’s hand on your arm falling away to scoop up your legs and carry you again. “Sorry, I thought I could do it.”

“I told you, I got you,” said Dean, moving with no effort at all down the hall, setting you down on a shower bench that normally held towels instead of being actually used by anyone. “Do you mind if I take off my clothes too?”

“God no,” you said, not expecting him to have jumped in there with you fully clothed in the first place. “I can in fact take a shower with you without having sex.”

“This’ll be one of the few then,” said Dean with a chuckle, moving over to you. He was careful in how he helped you out of your clothes, noticing how you winced when forced to move your shoulders that far. Glancing down at your body, it looked the same as before if not a little smaller from your lack of proper diet. Dean noticed that as well, one of his hands ghosting over a rib that seemed too prominent.

“Just a couple days and then you’ll be healthy again,” Dean said, more for himself than you. He took off his shirt and pants, getting down to nothing as he turned his attention on you. He realized you wouldn’t be able to stand and instead picked the bench you were on off the ground and put it under the shower head. He stood in front of the water to make sure it wouldn’t be too hot for you before stepping to the side.

“Ahh,” you moaned, the feeling of warm water running over you the best medicine thus far. Dean adjusted the shower head and soon you were already feeling the grime of two months come off.

“Body or hair first?” he asked, holding up a few different bottles in each hand.

“Don’t care,” you said, ready to fall asleep right there. Dean picked your body wash first, putting a generous amount in his hands and then some face wash in yours.

Dean had washed you before, several times in fact. Most of them as foreplay, once when you had a large gash on your back that made it impossible for you to clean yourself. But this was different.

There was nothing sexual about it, even if the touches were soft, rubbing the dirt, sweat and blood from your pores. You took care of scrubbing your face, your arms growing achy after not long. Dean avoided your more private areas, letting you wash those yourself until you were a bubbly and tired mess. Dean moved the shower head to your hair and grabbed your shampoo, squeezing out more than necessary but you didn’t mind if he wasted it. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, his fingers running into your scalp and through the strands, washing away every last trace of that awful place. Your mind drifted and you settled into the feelings of warmth and safety you had, of knowing Dean was by your side again.

He helped get all the soap off your body as you told him the rest of your normal routine could wait. He got a towel around you and one in your hair quickly after turning off the water, moving you into a dry seat as he quickly patted himself off and dressed again. 

You weren’t expecting him to pull out your hair dryer and start helping to move it over your wet hair. 

“I want to,” he said before you could utter a thank you. When he had you dry and warm, he helped get you into your clothes, his larger shirt going on easier than your own had come off. You sat there on the seat, warm and clean as he picked up, feeling your eyes on him. “You okay?”

“You’re perfect okay? Whenever you feel bad about yourself, just remember that I think you’re perfect,” you said, Dean giving a small and shy smile.

“We’re home with food!” you heard Sam shout. Dean picked you up again, piggyback style this time so you looked a little less helpless and carried you into the kitchen where Sam and Cas were pulling out plates.

“Hi guys,” you said, resting your head against Dean’s. Dean got the message and sat you down at the table, closest to the wall so you had something to lean back against.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Sam, like it was any other night and he’d picked up pizza. “I got you some brownies from the bakery on fifth you like.”

“Thanks Sam,” you said, finding Cas put a plate with pizza and the chocolate dessert down in front of you. “Thank you as well Cas.”

“I apologize that I can’t do it all at once,” he said, ducking his head down. “Your injuries were severe and-”

“Just say you’re welcome and forget about it Cas,” you said, motioning for him to sit down. “So, what’d I miss while I was gone?”

“Dean decided he’s going to-”

“Shut it Sam,” said Dean, catching your furrowed brows. “Don’t want to spoil it.”

“Can I make one more request before we start dinner?” you asked, all three men at the table nodding. “Next time one of you gets kidnapped alright?”

“It’s Cas or Dean’s turn next I think,” joked Sam. “I got shot last time.”

“You got caught by that crazy family actually. You gotta work on that Sammy,” joked Dean. “I hardly ever-”

“Dean you have probably been taken the most out of any of us,” said Cas with a chuckle of his own. “You have a way of angering people.”

“How about no one gets kidnapped?” said Dean, picking up his pizza. “That sounds like a good plan to me.” You nodded as you poked at your food, unused to having something hot to eat, something with flavor. “Y/N?”

“Hm?” you asked, noticing all three watching you carefully.

“I can cut it up for you if you want so you can eat it easier,” asked Dean, putting his slice down.

“That’s not…” you started but you remembered what Dean said before, about not having to act tough. “That’d be great.”

Dean smiled as he grabbed your plate, returning a minute later with the pieces in manageable sizes and a fork. 

“Better?” he asked, using a knife and fork of his own to cut up his slice, just so you wouldn’t feel silly eating like that.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling at him, so thankful for him in your life. “I’m going to be okay again.”

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