#time for the serious music blog i guess and pray it gets my foot in the door somehow

[born-to-lose]

I desperately wanna work with music but I don't play instruments well enough to work in customer service at this wholesaler near me

[supernatural-fangirl1967]

Playing Pretend - Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, Fluff

Word Count: 1,558

Square Filled: Delayed Flights

A/N: This is Part 1 of Playing Pretend. This was written for @spnfluffbingo. Please let me know what you think!

Series Masterlist

Your knee bounces up and down as you look around the crowded airport at all of the people walking around. You hate crowds. You hate being in them especially when there's nobody with you to distract you from the unfamiliar faces. Yet here you are and the plane that you were looking forward to boarding in five minutes is now delayed because of the weather.

Sighing, you look down at the floor and pretend that you're not here. You are not sitting in an airport. You're not surrounded by a bunch of people. You're sitting here by yourself and everything's okay.

You look up when someone trips over your feet, and your heart skips a beat when you see the extremely attractive man standing there in front of you.

"I'm sorry," you both say as you look at each other.

"Don't apologize," he tells you. "I should probably pay attention to where I'm walking."

"I shouldn't have had my foot stretched out so far."

He chuckles and holds a hand out towards you. "My name's Dean."

You smile and reach out to shake his hand. "(Y/N)," you tell him softly.

"I really am sorry," he tells you.

"It's okay," you laugh.

Dean points over at the empty seat beside of you. "Anybody sitting there?"

You look over before looking up at Dean and smiling. "I don't see anyone."

"Mind if I sit then?" he asks you.

"Go ahead," you tell him. Dean sits down in the seat beside of you, dropping his duffle bag that's thrown across his shoulder down onto the ground.

"Your flight get delayed too?" he asks you.

"Unfortunately," you sigh. "Now there's nothing to do but sit and stress more about it."

Dean looks over and he raises an eyebrow at you. "You're scared of flying?"

"It's less the flying and more the destination," you tell him.

"What's that mean?"

"Family event."

"Ah. Never mind."

"What about you?" you ask him.

"Scared might be a bit of an understatement," Dean chuckles. "But, yeah, a bit."

"Well, everybody's scared of something," you tell Dean, seeing that he's almost embarrassed by it. "Like me for example. I'm scared of a lot of things."

"I doubt that that's true."

"Crowds," you tell Dean as you motion around the airport. "I hate being stuck anywhere where there's a lot of people. Storms. Here, it doesn't bother me. But if I was at home where I could hear the wind getting up, I'd be hiding underneath a blanket with my music blasting so that I can't hear the wind and thunder. Snakes. Spiders."

"Yeah, I'm with you on those last two," Dean smiles.

"Family."

"Also with you there."

You laugh as you shake your head at Dean.

"So," Dean says, "if your family stresses you so much then why are you going to go see them?"

"Because my cousin is getting married this weekend," you tell him. "A cousin that I've never met and it's possible never would have met if my parents hadn't tricked me into going."

Dean gives you a look. "Okay, (Y/N), I know that we've only known each other for maybe ten minutes but I already have so many questions."

You laugh at Dean, and you can honestly say that it's been a while since you've felt this genuinely happy and carefree. "Well, it's a good thing that we both have some time on our hands because this is going to take a while." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So, you didn't grow up around your family?" Dean asks you as he takes a sip from the coffee cup in his hands.

"Nope," you tell him. "We moved when I was pretty young so I don't know any of them."

"They why are you going?"

You take a deep breath. "Because Mom and Dad called me to tell me that it's family and no matter what we should be there for family."

"You listen to everything that your parents tell you?" Dean teases.

"No, definitely not," you laugh. "I mean, me and my parents are on good speaking terms and everything, but they like to go to these events so that they can show off their wealth, but then they tell me that I have to go because it's a family obligation."

"They're rich?" Dean asks you as if he can't believe it. "Don't take this the wrong way here, (Y/N), you definitely do not look like a rich kid."

"That's because I'm not rich," you tell him.

"So I get that they're going to show off, but why are you going?"

You take a deep breath. "Because like I said, I'm not rich. I don't take my parents money because they have it. I'd rather earn it so I help out my dad with his business. If they think that I'm trying to pull away from the family then he'd probably fire me."

Dean gives you a look. "That doesn't make much sense since they're only going to show off."

"I know," you laugh softly. "But that's the weird way that their world goes and I try to comply even if I don't fit in."

"Wow, makes my family seem pretty much normal," Dean says. You laugh and you nod your head at him.

"You headed to see your family too?" Dean shakes his head. "Running away from them?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Not exactly. Don't have much family anyways. It's only me and my little brother."

"Your parents?"

Dean shakes his head. "They've been gone for a few months. Car crash."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Dean says softly. "Isn't your fault."

"No, but I'm sorry that that happened to you. Must be awful." You look over at Dean, and that's when you notice the look in his eyes. The tiredness. The hurt. Something that lets you know that there's a lot more to this man than you think.

Your phone buzzes so you look at the screen, rolling your eyes when you see the text from your mom that pops up. "And this is why my family stresses me out. Sorry, you probably don't want to hear me complain about my family after what happened."

"No, it doesn't bother me," Dean tells you. "Nothing better to do than sit here and listen to a little drama."

You laugh a bit. "My mom is easily humiliated apparently and will be embarrassed in front of the whole family if I don't bring someone with me."

Dean gives you a look. "Like a friend?"

"No."

"Ah. That's insane."

"I know," you tell him. "She's been texting me for three days asking me if I'm bringing a date. She keeps reminding me that most of my cousins are married off, a lot of them have at least three kids, and those who aren't married are in serious relationships. All of them except for me and that makes me the weird one in the family."

"If you don't mind me asking this, is there a reason that you don't have a boyfriend?"

You shrug. "This might sound like a lame excuse for being single, but I haven't met my person yet. The guy who I am supposed to be with."

"That's not lame," Dean says.

"I don't want to be one of those girls who hop around from guy to guy because she thinks that she's got to have a man."

"That's smart," Dean tells you.

"So, what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well, you keep asking about me but you've hardly talked about yourself," you tell Dean. "All you've told me about yourself is about your parents and that you have a brother."

Dean shrugs. "There's not much else to tell you."

"Now I doubt that," you tell him. "You never did tell me where you're traveling to."

"Nowhere specific," Dean tells you. "Anywhere. I... I need to get away for a while."

You swallow hard. "How long have you been getting away?"

"What do you mean?"

"Dean, I can tell that you're tired and you're travelling with a duffle bag that looks like it's about to fall apart."

"It's an old bag and I've had it a while," Dean says as he picks up the bag and flings it over his shoulder as he stands up out of his seat. "I guess that I should leave you alone now."

You look up at him. "I didn't mean to say anything wrong."

"No," Dean tells you as he shakes his head a bit at you. "You did not say or do anything wrong, (Y/N). I figured that I should probably grab something to eat before the storm lets up."

"Okay," you tell him softly.

"Well, (Y/N), it was nice meeting you," Dean winks at you.

"Yeah, same to you, Dean," you tell him. Dean nods as he turns to walk off and you sigh when you see his shoulders slump. You know that he's someone in desperate need of a friend, and honestly so are you but there's nothing that you're going to be able to do about it now. It isn't like you could follow him around the airport trying to get this man to talk. That would be creepy since you've only known him a couple hours, so you decide to try to forget about it and pray that you can get through this week in one piece.

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