#lol she even tagged metallica in her story today

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Self-Esteem-Dean Winchester

Summary: Driver Picks the Music. Shotgun Shuts Their Cakehole.

Requested by: @jenniferlostthewar-84- “ Can I have a request for Dean Winchester? The reader is dating him and is close to Sam, she gets into an argument with Dean one day but she finds a way to get him back when it was her turn to drive baby. Her favorite band is The Offspring and it happens to be the band Dean hates with passion. When they take off, she says, “I hope you like The Offspring!” and Self Esteem is playing full blast. Dean starts complaining as she sings along to it while laughing along with Sam. 😂”

Warnings: Language, Dean being an ass lol

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1,176

Tag List: @elskinner45 @you-a-southpaw-doll @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes @jai-lynne-unknown

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‘That son of a bitch, jerk face, assbutt! Why did he have to start an argument right in the middle of such a happy time?!’

Storming out of his room in the bunker, I slam it and make my way down the hallways to the library and sitting area where we all sit when we’re trying to find a case. Cas isn’t around, and he hasn’t been lately. The war in Heaven is keeping him up there most of the time. 

I’m not quite sure where my boyfriend’s younger brother is. When I step into the open room, I see him, typing away on his laptop, a plate of eggs seemingly forgotten to the side.

“Sam! Your brother’s a dick!” I huff out as I drop down into the chair across from the youngest Winchester.

He chuckles slightly as he glances at me over the top of his thin computer.

“What’d Dean do now, (Y/N)?” He asks.

“It’s what he didn’t do! That’s the better question!” I sigh as I lean back, kicking my feet up onto the table.

He shakes his head and closes his laptop before lacing his fingers together. “Come on, (Y/N). Tell Dr. Sam, all about it.” 

“We were in the middle of watching Dr. Sexy when I, of course, complimented him…” I start.

“Which you always do.” He nods.

“Then Dean said something about ‘finding every guy besides him sexy’.” I roll my eyes.

Sam raises an eyebrow. “You’re with him, though…”

“Exactly. Then he said I should probably be with you since I hang out with you more anyway.” I finish the story.

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “That boy needs to realize that you love him.”

Biting the inside of my lip, I nod. “I know. But, Sammy, we both know how Dean is. He...he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be loved. His self esteem is low. And, it’s taking us years to get this far.”

Sam nods as he slowly shuts his computer. “You’re right, (Y/N). Even still...he shouldn’t say things like that to you. It’s not fair to you.”

I run a hand through my hair. “I just...I need to get him back. Make him realize that he can’t say things like that to me.”

“We’ll find a way.” He reaches across the table to take my hand. 

I squeeze his hand slightly before looking around. My eyes land on his plate of eggs.

“Are you going to eat that?” I gesture to the plate.

He turns to look before shaking his head. “No. I’m not hungry.” 

Pushing the plate to me, I quickly dig in. He chuckles and shakes his head. 

“I swear, no wonder you and Dean get along.” He teases as he opens his computer again.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I mumble around a mouthful of eggs.

He chuckles. “Nothing, (Y/N). I’m just glad he has you and that you have him. Even if he is a dick sometimes.”

I smile and nod in agreement as I continue chowing down on the scrambled eggs.

A few days later, the three of us are driving across the US since Sam found a case that was in need of our immediate attention. He’s been driving for almost 15 hours now and I’ve been trying to get him to let me drive for once.

“Babe, I can get us there in about 10 more hours.” He rolls his eyes and glances at me in the passenger seat.

“Dean, we’ll be dead in 10 hours from you falling asleep at the wheel. Just let me drive and you get a few hours of sleep. I’ll keep her safe. Besides! You can’t drive for 25 hours straight. You might be a Winchester, and have gone toe to toe with some of the worst monsters out there, but you physically cannot drive for 25 hours straight.” I continue to try and convince him.

He sighs loudly before pulling over to the side of the road.I reach over and pat his thigh.

“Good boy.” I whisper, placing a kiss on his stubble covered cheek.

He grumbles a little but I feel him relax at my kiss. I giggle softly and get out of the car, smirking to myself as I walk around the front of Baby. As I pass Dean, he whispers. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute. I don’t let anyone drive her.” 

I grin and nod. “But babe, I think I’m adorable.”

As I slide in behind the wheel, I grip the steering wheel, relishing in the feeling. After what I’m about to do, this could very well be the last time my boyfriend lets me drive his most prized possession. Dean slumps down on the bench seat on the passenger side.

Sneaking a glance over at him, I smirk. “Just remember, Winchester. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole!”

Within moments, I’m peeling back on the road, driving through the night. I reach over and with a simple flick, I change the music from his Metallica cassette before tossing it over my shoulder into Sam’s lap.

“Sammy, please hand me my tape.” I say, with a slight smirk.

My eyes never leave the road as I hear my bag being messed with. A few seconds later, a tape is in my peripheral. I reach up and take it before sliding it into the player. I turn it all the way up before glancing at Dean.

“I hope you like The Offspring.” I say before pushing the tape in so it clicks.

“(Y/N)! No!” He calls out, sitting up straight.

‘La, La, La, La, La!’ plays loudly through the speakers.

Sam starts laughing in the back seat, knowing that Dean despises this band with a passion. 

“(Y/F/N)! You better change this right now!” Dean snaps slightly.

“I wrote her off for the tenth time today. And practiced all the things I would say.” I sing along loudly before looking at Dean. “Sorry! I can’t hear you! Driver picked the music! Sounds great to me!”

But she came over, I lost my nerve

I took her back and made her dessert

Now I know I'm being used

He groans loudly and slams himself back into the seat, rubbing his face. 

“How in the Hell am I supposed to sleep now? 40 years in that place was less torture than this.” He grumbles.

I laugh. “Shouldn’t ever doubt yourself and tell me go date your brother, Winchester. This is your punishment. So, suck it up, Bean.”

That's okay, man, 'cause I like the abuse

I know she's playing with me

That's okay 'cause I've got no self-esteem

Grinning, I briefly glance over at him. “You need to have more self esteem, babe.”

“Whatever it takes to get you to turn this nonsense off!” He whines, grumpily, crossing his arms and pouting like a little four-year-old boy.

“Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.” Sam chimes in from the backseat, laughing. “House rules, Dean. You said so yourself.”