On Broadway (DeanxReader)

(Y/n) looked at the signs as she walked down the streets of New York with Sam and Dean. Dean, her boyfriend, stayed right by her side, not wanting anyone to get too close. Sam walked on Dean’s other side, looking through a paper.

Suddenly, (Y/n) saw a sign for a theatre that read “Les Miserables.” She gasped with a smile. “Dean! We should go see that!” She pointed to the sign.

“Less Miserables?” He asked, pronouncing the name of the show like anyone who hadn’t seen it.

“Les Miserables.” She corrected him. “It’s on Broadway, and I’ve only seen it at a community theatre. It’s really great. Can we go see it? Please?”

Dean looked at Sam, hoping he had found a job so they wouldn’t have to go. He shrugged. “We don’t have a show,” he said, keeping his gaze on his paper.

Dean sighed, “alright… We can go…”

“Yay!” She exclaimed, dragging both of the boys into the theatre. She left the boys by the door while she went to buy the tickets.

“You couldn’t have lied and said that you found something?” Dean scolded Sam.

“She’s smarter than that. You know that. She would have checked, and besides, I think a little culture will be good for you,” Sam chuckled.

Dean growled, angry with his brother. “Yeah… Culture… It’s gonna make me look gay,” he complained.

“Not if you’ve got a girl on your arm,” Sam said, motioning to (Y/n) as she came trotting up with the tickets.

“Come on! This is gonna be great! You’ll love it!” She smiled, dragging Dean in with her after giving Sam his ticket. They went in and found their seats, waiting for the show to start.

“Hey, (Y/n), are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, what if something happens while we’re in here?” Dean whispered in her ear, hoping to convince her to leave.

“It’ll be fine,” she whispered back as the lights started to turn down. “Now, be quiet. I don’t wanna miss a second.” She turned to the stage and took his hand. He sighed and held her hand, watching the beginning of the show.

When the show started with the first song, Dean didn’t understand what was going on, so he asked (Y/n). She was happy to explain it to him as the show progressed. Dean started to become enthralled by the show.

When the show was over, (Y/n) was crying, the end of the show making her want to cry her eyes out.

She turned to Dean who was trying to hide some tears. She smiled and kissed his cheek. He sniffed and turned to her, smiling.

“It’s okay to cry, you know. It’s sad when they die,” she said. He smiled.

“The only one who deserves my tears is you,” he said. “But I’m glad you brought me here.”

“Good,” she said, the applause starting for the curtain call.