Note: This was the first entry and I loved it. I normally don't read platonic stories but this one was amazing.

Prompt: Fight and make up

Fandom: Supernatural

Ships: Reader-insert (teen)

Credit: KiloMeow

Fluff

Dean x Reader

You had been with the Winchesters for a couple years now. Everyone gets into the business somehow, and you happened to have a dead mom and brother, and a vengeful dad. Long story short, dad died, Winchesters saved the day and took you in as their own little sister.

So here you are, in the bunker, reading into the lore of something that went bump in the night. Which is something you did everyday, ever since they took you in. All you wanted, was to go on a hunt. Hell, you just wanted to get out of the bunker. You loved Sam and Dean, and Cas coming by when he was able to, but you could only take so much. You needed to be out and about, change things up for a bit. Research 24/7 got old very fast.

"Hey, how's that research comin' along?" Dean asked, while stuffing his face with a greasy batch of cheesy fries. "Same as it's always been, boring, tedious, unnecessary, the list could go on. You do realize you don't really need me doing any of this, right? You have this wonderful thing called the internet." You hoped Dean would understand your frustration, maybe you could go with him on the hunt then.

Hearing a deep sigh, you looked up from the book you currently had your nose in. Dean gave you his knitted brow gaze, you were gonna get an earful. "y/n, you know you can't go hunting yet, you're too young." Dean tried to reason, while you scoffed. "Oh, and how old were you when you went on your first hunt?" Dean's silence made a bittersweet smirk cross your face.

"Kid, don't start that crap with me, you weren't raised like me and Sammy." He was throwing those cards out now, wasn't he? "I'm not a kid, and I wasn't raised into a normal family, just like you. So don't tell me I can't hunt because of how I grew up!" You slammed the book shut in frustration, and stood up abruptly, knocking the chair to the floor in the process.

He growled, getting annoyed at your boldness. "You're not ready, okay? What if you get hurt out there? You aren't trained to hunt, and I'll train you when I think you're ready." He grit his teeth together and haphazardly tossed the plate of fries on the table. "When you think I'm ready? You aren't my dad Dean, you just took me in because you felt bad for me, stop acting worried about me. I don't need you to hold my hand, in case you hadn't noticed, I'm a big girl now, I can do things without your unwanted help!"

Okay, now, that was highly uncalled for, you made a lot of low blows, and most of them being lies. You did need Dean, you'd be lost without him. It was all in the heat of the moment though, you'd be regretting the words that rolled off your tongue later.

Dean's feet made their way to you in a matter of seconds, he shoved you against a bookshelf and held you there. His hands were on your shoulders, making sure you didn't move, his face was a mere inches from yours. Looking into his green irises, you saw rage, you saw hurt, you saw the caged beast nearly out of it's chains.

"Sweetheart, I may not be your dad, but I sure as hell worry my ass off about you. You're still a child in my eyes, kid. I know for a fact that you don't mean any of that." The corner of his mouth twitched, he was trying very hard to keep his anger under control. "Now if I were you, I'd go to my room to cool off, before things really get outta hand."

With irritation making knots in your stomach, you pushed away from Dean. Angry tears were steadily making their way down your cheeks, some dripping and falling off onto the ground or on your shirt. You sped walked away from Dean and went down the hall.

"Hey, you okay y/n? What happened?" Sam appeared in your blurry vision, as you sniffled, furiously wiping the unwanted tears away. "Doesn't matter" was all you mumbled, swiftly moving past the taller Winchester. He tried to grab your attention again, but you had made it to your destination and closed the door, locked it, and flopped onto the bed.

The hot tears were still coming, your face was red, eyes puffy, you were a mess. Sitting up, you looked at your hands, they were shaking, either from rage or anxiety, you couldn't tell. You just hoped you wouldn't have an anxiety attack over this. You loved Dean, you just wanted him to understand your point of view. Why couldn't he see that? Why couldn't he be reasonable? Then again...you had nowhere to talk, you were being just as stubborn as he was. Hell, you were the one throwing around the hateful words.

Looking in the mirror on the wall, you could really see the damage. You just hoped Dean didn't see you in such a state. You hated looking so vulnerable, your father taught you how to be strong. No weakness needed to be shown, always keep a mask on, never showing your true emotions.

A knock at the door caused you to jump, startling you out of your thoughts. "Hey n/n? Can we uh...can we talk?" Dean's muffled voice came from the other side of the door, it sounded sheepish. You really didn't want to talk at the moment, you didn't want Dean to see you so weak. All the rage you were feeling before was now nowhere in sight.

Standing up, you took a deep breath to calm your nerves, and made your way to the door. You unlocked it and opened it without looking at Dean. You went back to your bed and sat at the end of it, head hanging and fingers fiddling with the hem of your hoodie. Dean knelt in front of you, his arms on either side of your thighs. You kept your gaze to your occupied fingers, trying not to look at the man who's eyes were on you. "Can you look at me sweetheart? I need you to look at me." Dean's voice wasn't rough like before, it was soft and loving, as if he were scared he'd hurt you with his voice.

The whole thing reminded you of fights you had with your dad, when he'd yell at you and later try to make up for it. When he'd feel sorry about everything he said and comfort you. It was deja vu. Although Dean wasn't your dad, and you weren't afraid of his outbursts as much as your father's.

So you lifted your glassy eyes to Dean's green orbs. His expression softened even more when he saw the state you were in. "Damn kid, I hate seein' you so worked up" his brows creased together in guilt. You felt like such a child with the situation, him kneeling in front of you, you feeling so small and shy. "I'm okay" you mumbled, your hands now gripping onto the hem of your hoodie, knuckles white. You were trying to stay composed, stay strong.

Dean noticed your nervousness, he grasped your hands in his own, his large hands engulfing your smaller ones. Your eyes met his and he gave you a small cheeky smile, as if he were reassuring you. "Darlin' you and I both know you're anything but okay right now." You chewed on your lip and Dean brought a hand up to your cheek, running his thumb over it in a soothing manner.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean any of the stuff I said back there...I was just angry that you kept treating me like a kid." You leaned into his hand on your cheek and covered his other one with both of yours, needing all the reassurance you could get. "You don't need to apologize, I was the one that lost my head and got too rough." Dean stood up, only to sit down next to you, placing a hand on your head and ruffling your hair. You swatted his hand away and huffed.

"So does that mean I can get trained to go on hunts?" You asked with a hopeful tone in your voice. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly and scratches at his facial hair. "Why not? She's getting older, almost an adult in a couple years, she's gonna need the training." Both you and Dean turned your gaze to the tall shaggy haired man leaning against the door frame. "How long have you been there?" Dean hoped Sam hadn't seen the chick flick moment. "Long enough" was all Sam said, smirking at the sight of Dean trying to compose himself.

Dean looked down at you, then back to Sam, it was two against one, and he knew he wouldn't win this one. "Fine, but you won't be out in the field until I say so." You beamed at Dean and wrapped your arms around his frame. Sam left, still smirking, glad he could help you out. Dean noticed his brother leave and muttered "traitor" before he slid his arms out of your grip and wrapped you up in his own warm embrace. He held you in place, hugging you for more than your happiness for the agreement. He was showing his apology for earlier, how much he cared for you, how much you meant to him. You accepted it all, you both needed the hug, so you sat there for a few moments, taking it all in.

Dean let go and stood abruptly, ready to get out of the sappy moment. "Alright, I'm gonna go make your favorite for dinner, it'll be ready in about thirty." You nodded to Dean, watching him make his way to the door. "Hey Dean?" he stopped at the doorway and turned his head back to you, raising a brow, so you continued. "I love you" it felt foreign to say, but right, you truly meant it too. "Love you too y/n" Dean gave you a genuine smile and walked away, leaving you to sit there and fall onto your back against the bed.

You sighed and smiled, then reached over to the nightstand and opened the draw. You sifted through it until you felt the photograph, you grabbed it and brought it into your vision. The picture showed Dean with his arm draped over your shoulder, giving you a side hug, as Sam's hand was atop your head. Cas was standing by Sam, who had his arm over Cas' shoulder. You smiled at the memory, it was your first Christmas with them, so you wanted a picture to always remember it by. You all looked so happy in the photo, even Cas had the tiniest of smiles on his face. You really loved your knew family, and yeah, you had your fights, but you always made up in the end.