You woke up to a deep ache in your shoulders. It was sore all the way down your back. Probably bruised to hell.
You grunted, and your breath fanned back onto your face. You attempted to move, despite your smarting back, and your hands brushed against loose dirt and flaky wood. You tried to adjust your eyes, but there was nothing to see. Just… black. Wherever you were, it was a narrow space. A dirty narrow space.
Was it time to mention you were also slightly claustrophobic?
You were sweating. The air was stuffy. But there was something cold right next to you. Something cold and yielding. You reached for it, blindly patting with your hand flat out, until your fingers curled around something with contour.
You mapped out the dimensions of the object before recoiling in horror. That was no object—that… that was a body.
Which, with your odds, meant you were in a coffin. An oddly large, though still cramped, coffin. Underground. With no way out but through the suffocating dirt.
Freaking ghouls.
Your first instinct was to scream. To pound up against the wood and holler until your throat was raw. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t, either; it was that you couldn’t.
You couldn’t breathe.
There was something in your chest right now. There had to be. A void where your lungs had been, like a vacuum that swallowed up all the usable air. Your heart was in your throat.
Were you running out of oxygen? Was it already too late? Your shallow breaths were burning a hole in your chest. You couldn’t breathe.
You reached over to the corpse, this time with urgency. Cold but still flaccid. The body had been fresh for about an hour, then. Rigor mortis hadn’t even begun.
Does it matter? a part of your mind reasoned. It sounded a little like Dean. There’s a cold, dead body next to you, you’re on your last round of air, and you still can’t stop being a nerd?
“It matters,” you muttered to yourself. “Matters ‘cause that means I’ve been stuck down here for about an hour. Takes about five hours total to run short on oxygen. Means at the very least, I’m not dying… yet.”
As hard as a transition was going to be, you needed to breathe deep and slow. But there was still a tightness in your chest.
Relax your shoulders, you could almost hear Sam chiding.
“A little… difficult to do… suffocating in a pine box,” you said, but you relaxed them anyway. You then took in your first, full breath since you woke up. That was progress.
You couldn’t count on the Winchesters finding you in time, or at all. You were going to have to take matters into your own hands and try to climb out of the grave. Dean had done it before, so you could too.
Dean’s also, like, 200 pounds of muscle, Sam cautioned.
If you were going to climb out of your grave, you needed a mask to protect your face from the dirt. Which meant you were going to need to work your shirt off of your head. You brushed your hand over your stomach. Well, you must have put up a fight. Your shirt was shredded, so… that was a no go.
The dead guy had a shirt, Dean said.
Fantastic.
You looked over to your left, to the corpse you couldn’t see. You reached over, awkwardly pulling the shirt up. Its cool skin grazed yours as you worked the fabric over its head.
The neck didn’t jerk about; it was rigid, but the arms weren’t. Rigor mortis was kicking into gear. Which meant you had been down here for roughly two hours. Working as a hunter, you needed to have some level of knowledge on the dead.
Such a nerd, you could see Dean rolling his eyes.
You tied the bottom of the shirt which took a little while with your arms pinned down and the pitch darkness to guide you. Finally, though, you made a tight knot.
You pulled the shirt over your head like a bag and sat there for a moment. You wished the Winchesters could talk you through this.
That’s when you broke at the pine box. The dirt was cold, dry, and thankfully loose. It fell in clumps around your shoulders, and you shoved it down at your feet.
Climbing your way past the dirt was no joke. It was grimy and freaking difficult. It was like those foam pits that gymnasts use that are nearly impossible to work your way out of, except in complete darkness with limited space. In other words, a freaking nightmare.
But you kept working. Kept pushing up while pushing the dirt down. Six feet, Sam reminded you. Just six feet. Once you’re standing, just work upward. Should be about as tall as I am, yeah?
You made a risky move upward, throwing your hand up as far as it could go, and touched air. A light breeze fell over your skin.
To say it was encouragement was an exaggeration. You worked twice as hard, shoving your way to the top. When your hand felt hard dirt, you crunched your abs and pulled until your chest hit the surface. You frantically dug your legs out before collapsing on the ground.
You went into a fit of hysterical laughter, a result of your adrenaline high and the last throes of your panic.You threw the filthy t-shirt off of your head, inhaling the air that you had once taken for granted.
In your brief delirium, you recalled Dean Winchester retelling his old raising-from-perdition story. He had hardly mentioned climbing out of his grave, as if it hadn’t been important. His focus had mainly been on the mystery of the angels and how they turned out to be douches. He had made this part sound like a. Slice. Of. Pie.
And, well, you got a freaking reality check today. Because it was an entire body workout, and it was exactly as terrifying as it sounded—no, worse. Waking up in pitch darkness, in a small space, with a corpse, six feet under the ground? Hell naw. You were lucky you’d had enough trauma to know how to push back your panic. Because two years ago, you probably would have rotted down there, helpless.
It left you to wonder, though. Why the ghouls left you alive, and not the dead guy. All the other grave desecrations had been long dead—but you were the first to live.
First, you were going to have to get back to the motel. You already knew the boys were gonna freak.
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When you opened up the hotel door, the Winchesters sprang out of their chairs, barking your name in surprise. “You're—you're…” Sam stammered as he took in your state. You couldn’t blame him; the grave had covered you in dirt from neck to toe.
“Alive. I know,” you said. “I’m also really dirty. You mind if I use your guys’ shower?”
Sam blinked. “No, not at all, but uh, seriously—what happened?”
You let out a halfhearted, breathy laugh. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.” You tried to shrug past Dean, but he caught your arm.
“You were gone for three hours,” he said.
“Look, we’re just worried about you. Could you humor us?” Sam added. His eyes were pleading and damn hard to say no to.
You scowled. “You two gotta tell me what happened on your end first. Deal?”
“Deal,” Dean said. “You know most of it. Several grave desecrations of old gravestones, but fresh bodies where bones should be. People in town go missing a few days before that. We split: you went to check on the newest body, while we checked the cemetery. We ganked the ghoul, figured you were coming back from the morgue, but you never showed. After about three hours of looking, we came back here to see if you had maybe come back at all. Actually, we were just about to leave again.” Dean clapped his hands. “Did you ever find anything at the morgue?”
“Yeah, the guy had died from…” …asphyxiation. You trailed off. “Oh crap…”
“What? What is it?”
“Asphyxiation. The guy… he, uh, he had died from asphyxiation. Originally, I mean. The ghoul had been burying his food to eat later. Like… like a squirrel. Must have taken the guy out to snack on, but he was already dead.” It was all coming together. “The ghoul was either stupid or confident because he got sloppy. Probably because he was too hungry to care. That’s why… why I… why I…” Damn it, you let that slip. You peered around them, looking for escape. “Guys, hey, can I just shower? I really just wanna—”
This time, Sam caught your arm. He was gentle, but he had a firm grip. “That’s why you what?”
You clammed up, peeling your eyes away from them. “Why I… uh…” you couldn’t think of an excuse, and the silence was becoming too long to make a convincing one on the spot. You should have walked into this room with a workable lie in mind, but all you had wanted was to shower, scrub all the dirt off your skin, and to lather soap where you had touched that god-awful corpse. You just wanted to be clean and to sleep.
And you seriously were trying to tell them things. Lying sucked, but this? You weren’t sure if you could tell them this and come out of it in one piece.
Sam softly said your name again, trying to bring your eyes back to his. It was too easy. He knew your tells. Your eyes always gave you away if you lied.
We’re never going to let this die, your inner Dean voice sang. And you internally swatted it away.
I know, you thought sourly. Behind your eyes, a pressure built. Just let me go so I can cry alone. I can’t cry in front of you. I can’t. “He—it… might have… buried me alive.” It took everything you had in you for your voice to stay steady.
Both of them rocked back a little. Dean looked a little dazed, and Sam looked pale. Sam tilted his head, “Excuse me, buried—?”
“It explains the dirt,” Dean sighed. “No offense, sweetheart, but you smell like a toilet.”
Oh, shove it, Winchester.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I just want to shower—”
“Hold on,” Sam said. He had his hands combing his hair. “Hold on, hold on, just— am I the only one bothered by this?! She— you could have died!”
“But I didn’t,” “But she didn’t,” you and Dean said in unison. He winked at you and you rolled your eyes back.
“Sam. I have been through a lot. You know it, I know it. I’m not that girl from two years ago. You said it yourself once before: I’m a Winchester now. And I’m not a Winchester without a few near death experiences.”
Sam scowled. “You two are so frustrating. Fine, go. Go take your shower. This conversation isn’t over, though.”
Thank God. You could handle this later. The conversation alone had keyed you up. You were burning with tension, anxiety, and trauma. You waved a hand at him. “Fine. But can we do it in the morning? I am so frickin’ exhausted.” It wasn’t a lie; you had bruises lining your entire back, and your face muscles hurt from all the fake expressions you were sending Sam.
They can’t know that I’m weak. How hard could it be, anyway?
Dean did it once, like a freaking champ. Why couldn’t you just suck it up and be a big girl?
He looked on at you with that sad, thoughtful look of his. Complete with the infamous Winchester puppy eyes. “Yeah, sure.”
You were happy to get out of the conversation—and this hunt—relatively unscathed. Hopefully, you would never have to go through that crap ever again, or you really didn’t think you’d be able to keep yourself together like you just had.
When you shut the bathroom door behind you, you let the silent tears run down your face. You bit your hand, heaving, wishing you had the freedom to scream. But you couldn’t, so you didn’t. All you did was turn on the shower right as you let out a quiet sob into a towel to muffle it out.
Why did your life suck so bad?
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Sam waved his flashlight around the porch of the house. “Neither do I. But this is our only chance to gank this shapeshifter before it moves to the next town.”
“I just have a gut feeling.” You met eyes. In the shadows, they were a deep, compassionate brown.
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
Well, that wasn’t happening. “Forget it,” you huffed, nervously stepping into the front yard.
“I mean it. If you aren’t comfortable, then I can do this myself. I’ll understand.”
“Don’t be stupid. I’m coming with.”
Sam’s eyes lingered on you before nodding slowly and turning away, keeping the flashlight pointed at the door as he approached it. When the door handle didn’t turn, he fished his pockets for his lock pick.
Meanwhile, you stayed on guard, anxiously looking into the dark street like you expected a jump scare. You hugged yourself as the icy breeze bit through your jacket, saying, “I hate this.”
“My offer still stands.”
“Your offer still sucks.”
He shut up, leaving you some time to ponder about the case.
One who was oblivious to the supernatural might believe the MacDonalds—and, yes, Dean had a blast poking fun at their surname—were just an unfortunate family. It was a small home—or were small homes now, you supposed—containing two divorced parents and their only child.
Knowing that the shapeshifter would strike tonight, you had to split between the two households. Dean took to the father, meanwhile, you and Sam took the mother, knowing that the entire family went for a therapy session.
Dean’s little parody, ‘Old McDonald had a therapist’ played into your head. At most annoying, if a little pitchy.
The break-in, you suspected, was exactly where the shapeshifter was getting all his DNA to shift.
Most people didn’t realize the trauma that came with a theft, and you had the misfortune of experiencing it. You once lost trust in the lock of door—lost trust that it would hold or that you could sleep in peace knowing that you were alone. All because a werewolf-witch hybrid decided he wanted your heart, and not in a sexy way. But that was another story.
Thankfully, now, you felt more at ease with the Winchesters—though that didn’t mean you couldn’t relate with the poor family. Break-ins were terrifying.
And not only had there been one break-in, but two. The shifter had been in both homes, which put an even larger strain on the family’s relationship. They quickly turned against each other, throwing accusations and lawsuits to feel more powerful. When really, they were both victims.
It was really an unfortunate situation for everyone involved.
You shook your head. “I can’t even imagine what that kid went through. I wouldn’t doubt they were trying to get him to take sides. Just imagine your parents doing that to you. I could never.”
Sam gave you a funny look. “Can’t really imagine. Both of my parents are dead.”
Oh, damn. You should have known. “I’m so sorry—”
Sam shrugged. “It’s fine—you didn’t know. Anyway, it was… years ago.” He looked uncomfortable. “Can we focus?”
“Yeah.”
Sam jiggled the thing in the lock, and when it clicked, he straightened, slowly pushing the door open, slightly wincing as it creaked. He crept forward, entering the home and shining his flashlight on possible hiding spots in the shadows, wary of anyone that could be inside.
You followed close behind, unwilling to split up like people do in horror movies. Thankfully, Sam didn’t mention it. Perhaps he felt the same.
“This is so creepy.” The house was giving you the heebie-jeebies. There was a narrow staircase which slowly disappeared into the darkness of the upstairs, and none of the lights would turn on with the flipped switch.
“Huh,” Sam said, bouncing the flashlight in his hand. “Guess this will have to do.”
“You got a second one? Not a big fan of the dark.”
You could nearly see the gears turning in his head. It was no secret you were afraid of the dark. Ever since, well, multiple unpleasant experiences.
You probably needed a therapist more than the MacDonalds—but Dean had rubbed off on you, always talking negatively about those 'shrinks’.
Anyway, what was the point of a therapist when you always had to lie to them? It wasn’t like you could ever tell them the whole truth—you’d be sent to an insane asylum.
Even PTSD wasn’t worth that.
Sam hummed, patting his pockets. “Nah, Dean took it. We’ll have to share.” Then, to your surprise, he handed you the flashlight.
You blinked. “Thanks.”
He took a lighter from his breast pocket and shrugged. “No problem.”
You stepped further into the house, feeling bolder with the flashlight in your hands. The light fell over a cabinet, and with it, two framed photos alongside a small lamp.
Sam was your shadow, peering over your shoulder at the cabinet. He reached a hand, tracing over the dust of the family photo. The eyes of the child were flashing gold.
You stared. And stared some more. “Well, that’s…” you trailed off.
“…yeah,” Sam agreed.
“His eyes are…”
“…yeah.”
You both briefly took in that information. “So the kid was…”
Sam’s mind was on the same track. “I’ll call Dean,” he said, walking to the kitchen and using his lighter to see the buttons on his flip phone.
You scanned the room, waving the flashlight until it illuminated a thin gooey membrane on the bathroom floor, which trailed out into the hallway. “Oh, god, no,” you said. You inched closer, shining the light down on the mound of slimy shapeshifter skin on the tile.
“Sam!” you called, running back to the main of the house where you nearly crashed into him.
“We need to go,” you both said simultaneously.
Sam pointed to the foggy window where red and blue lights had replaced the black abyss of the night. “Save your I-told-you-so’s. We need to get out of here. Now,” Sam said.
As you made it for the backdoor, he grabbed your arm. “No,” he pointed to the kitchen. “Window."
The kitchen window was a decent sized opening. He climbed through easily, and you tumbled out after him, terrified to your core.
The lights were almost blinding.
An officer shouted, his silhouette darting out from the shadows. You hauled yourself over the tall wooden fence, just a hair behind Sam, right as the officer caught up.
A gloved hand grabbed your arm.
Like a deer in a bear trap, you fought as they tried to secure your wrist. "Help me, help, help, help,” was all you could cry as Sam ran back. You struggled to wrench your hand out of the tight grip; punching at it, but it was like iron. You could see more officers were nearing.
Sam set fire to the officer’s hand with his lighter, but it still didn’t let go. Smoke rose and you finally stabbed the hand with your silver knife.
The officer shouted and released you.
You and Sam sprinted down the grass to the sidewalk, feet rapid, aiming for the line of trees on the horizon. The forest would provide enough cover for the police to lose sight of you.
It had turned into a footrace.
You tried to match your steps with Sam, but his legs were longer and stronger than yours. You weren’t a poor runner by any means, but he surpassed your endurance by a long shot.
So did the officers, apparently, as they were gaining ground on you.
You were just a step behind Sam (who was hardly breaking a sweat), struggling to keep your distance between you and the advancing officers.
Your breath was hot, your lungs already burned, and you lost your pace. Sam noticed and grunted, glancing at you from his peripheral. It was just a little noise, but it brought the strength and energy back into your step.
The trees were a few blocks away. Just a little further, and you could catch your breath in the shadows.
You let out a strangled yell as your nervous system completely frizzed, seizing and crumpling to the ground in a breathless heap.
Sam shouted your name.
You blinked up, dazed and confused. What… what was… was I shot? What…
The officer was ordering you to put your hands behind your back, waving a yellow device at your chest.
A taser. One prong dug into your chest, while the other was deep in your leg.
And the officer was at liberty to light it up again.
You complied, slowly bringing your stiff arms back, so they could cuff them. And from the scuffling to your right, Sam was doing the same.
You could take on monsters any day, but three officers with loaded guns and tasers? It wasn’t a fair fight.
This officer was seemingly much more pleased with himself in comparison to his partners. He lugged you up beside a planted tree, not to be confused with the woods, which was standing ten feet away. How irritating.
His eyes flashed golden, and you tensed under his hold.
“You’re the shapeshifter,” you breathed.
“Must you spoil the surprise?” All at once, he raised his gun and killed the other officers with two resounding bangs.
You screamed.
Sam stumbled in his handcuffs, which had him secured to the chain link fence to your left. His eyes were like saucers as the officer arresting him dropped dead at his feet. “What… why… why did you…” he asked, stunned. “You’re the…”
You bit back another scream as the monster put a knife to your throat. The blade’s edge was cold, just enough to be painful against your skin.
Sam’s hazel eyes were dark. “What do you want?"
His cuffs were far too low for him to stand, so he had to awkwardly hunker down. It looked uncomfortable.
The maniac had the blade right against your jugular. All it would take is pissing this guy off, and it would be over—you’d be dead.
"You’re going to give me the demon knife,” the monster demanded. His hand was dripping blood from where you’d stabbed him.
“How entitled,“ you said.
The knife pressed harder. “I don’t care what you have to say, girl. Sam Winchester has the demon knife, and I want it.”
"Well, good luck, chuckles.” You spat, “Because Sam sure ain’t going to listen to you.”
Sam’s brooding, however, didn’t waver.
The shifter trailed the knife along the veins of your neck. “It wouldn’t be hard for me to kill her.”
"He’s bluffing,” you said, and you fell on the wet dirt, choking back a scream as he lit up the taser.
He leaned in, his breath warm on your ear. “Not bluffing,” the shifter said. "I just have better things to do than pick fights with noble Winchesters.” His eyes flashed. “My only exception is the knife. It’s the demon knife, or it’s her. You choose.”
“Sam…” you warned. “ Sam don’t—” The shifter pulled the taser’s trigger, and you keeled over into the dirt, trying not to cry. “Sam—” you tried in vain. You were met with another interval of several long, excruciating seconds.
Getting tased felt like a full-body charley horse. Pitchforks instead of prongs. Portable Hell.
Little tremors still ran through your arms. You wanted to tell Sam that you couldn’t let the knife get into the hands of this psycho, but from the look on his face, you could tell he was thinking the same.
It wasn’t that the knife mattered to you (because it didn’t, you had angel blades that worked just fine against demons) but it was that the knife would matter in the shifter’s hands. This guy was clearly unhinged.
You were all for killing demons, but giving any kind of knife to this guy just put a bad feeling in your gut. If there was anything you’d learned today, it was that your gut had a pretty good intuition.
“This can go on…” he sighed. “Though, I’m not sure how long a human heart can take this."
“Enough.” Sam finally said, glaring. "We’ll give you the knife.”
“Oh, you’re not giving me anything. You’re going to tell me where it is, and I’m taking it.”
You couldn’t let Sam tell him where it was. “What do you want it for, anyway?” you snarled. “It can’t be of any use to you. You kill people, not demons.”
“Sure, it’s of use to me. Demons are scum on the earth. They kidnapped and tortured my family, and the knife is just what I need to avenge them.”
“So that gives you the right to hurt the MacDonalds? What would you want with them anyway?”
The shifter laughed. “Oh, all that? That was just a case to reel you guys in. I knew you’d follow the little ‘omens’. And then you’d see the skin I left so clumsily by the dumpster, and you’d talk with the parents and find out that… oh, wow, their stories aren’t matching up about each other—how could I have been so messy? Silly, stupid shifter.”
He smiled, resting a hand on your shoulder and squeezing. “You know, it was funny watching you do the whole 'monster test’ on the parents. It was cute. You’d never assume it was the child, would you?”
The photo on the cabinet had been from before the parents had divorced, so this guy must have planted himself for at least four months, doing whatever he pleased until the Winchesters got wind of his ‘mistakes’.
“Honestly,” he said. “I couldn’t care less about the MacDonalds; I was just biding my time until the infamous Winchesters showed.”
Sam’s lips were curled in disgust. “All this for a knife?”
You noticed a shadow twitch from behind Sam and in the line of trees. So small a movement that if you blinked, you would have missed it.
The shifter sneered. “Rather hypocritical, coming from someone who would do anything for their family. Would do anything to get the Colt to kill the devil.”
“That’s a lot different—” Sam argued.
Again, you saw something move in the woods.
The monster cried, “No! No, it’s not! These demons—they’re slaying my kin. They’ve ruined everything, and so have you! All you’ve ever—”
You intervened before it got out of hand. “You know what? Fine. I’ll tell you where it is,” you said. “After all, just a knife, right Sam?”
Sam’s expression became one of absolute bewilderment. “What? What are you…”
“Where is it?” The blade dragged down and dug a little harder at your collarbone.
You couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll find it in Hell.”
Dean Winchester took the shot.
The silver bullet hit its target on point. Right through the shifter’s heart, and the monster crumpled, its skin already peeling.
Dean ran over, shotgun slung over his shoulder. "You guys okay?!”
“Yeah. The crazy shifter wanted the demon knife.” Sam nodded. “Lockpick in my left pocket.”
“Got one already,” Dean said, waving his. “Why didn’t you just give the knife to him? You guys look like he beat the shit out of you.” He worked on picking Sam’s cuffs.
“I had a bad gut feeling,” you grunted. “He would have killed us afterward.” You were in a daze. Your muscles were rigid and they smarted like a bitch. Your skin was tingling.
Dean glanced your way, and when he saw your condition, left Sam the lockpick to do the rest himself. “Jesus—hey. Kid? Hey, hey, you gotta stay awake.”
“M'fine,” you groaned. “Just really sore.”
“What happened?” His eyes flitted over you.
“Zzch zzch zzch,” you mumbled, imitating the noise. “Taser. Not fun.”
“How many times he get ya?”
“Too many.”
Dean angrily worked the cuffs off your wrists. “That could have killed you.”
You knew he was referring to your time with the werewitch, which left you with a few heart complications. You shrugged. “Didn’t.”
Sighing, Dean hauled you up. “All this for a gut feeling?”
“He would have actually killed us if we let him get his way,” you said, leaning into him. “Could see it in his eyes.”
Dean threw your arm over his shoulder. “You gonna recover?”
It’s been a while I know but my life is just a hot mess anymore haha. Hope you like it though. :) I’m posting from my phone I’ll add the tag list later today ☺️
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby
I don’t know when I fell asleep, or even how I did it. I felt like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Maybe that’s why I felt so groggy when I woke up.
I woke up in the back of the car. It was dark, rain pitter pattering on the car roof. I was surrounded by different cars, all of them looking abandoned. But I couldn’t see much, the only light came from a street light in the distance.
A crushing weight of abandonment feels my chest as I think I’ve been left behind. The thoughts of Dean saying he would protect me seems like empty promises now.
With my eyes starting to burn I climb out of the car. The rain washes over me in a biting chill. I wrap my arms around myself and with no sense of direction I start to walk towards the light.
It’s not as far as it seems, it’s just behind a tower of crushed cars.
A two story faded blue house stands just a little ways away. Despite the distance I can see the light coming from the windows.
With no other options I walk towards it. Having no idea how late it is and if they would even let in a stranger.
I glup knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to them. Dean was the only one who could get me to talk and it seemed that he was nowhere around.
By the time I reach the door I’m shivering the cold rain soaking the clothes I’m in. My bare toes aching at the cool weather.
With a shaking hand I lift it to knock on the door, hoping someone would answer.
I jump when the door swings open, Dean standing there with a hooded jacket on his toned frame. A large umbrella in his hand.
I watch his face soften as he sees me. Most likely looking like a drowned rat.
“Oh, Kitten. I was just about to come get you. Come in here and let’s dry you off.” He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into the house.
It is considerably warmer than outside. The inside of the house is cluttered but homey at the same time. Books and papers are littered on every surface.
Sam is sitting at the folding card table in the kitchen, an older man is standing by him.
“Who is she?” The older man asks, looking at me like I was a threat.
“Dean new damsel in distress. You know my brother and his savior complex.” Sam says, making me wonder what I did to make him not like me.
“Shut it Sammy.” Dean says, pulling me around the corner into the next room. Towards the lit fireplace.
“Come on Sophia, let’s get you warm.” Dean says placing me right in front of the flames.
I instantly start to relax as the heat wraps around my body.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” Dean says peeling off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.
I smiled at him. Wondering how I could ever think he forgot about me. Of course Dean wouldn’t abandon me.
As he walks off I hear him whisper something to someone, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me.
I turn around seeing the older man just a few feet away from me.
“Well seeing as you’re in my house I think you ought’ to know my name.” He says holding his hand out to me.
“Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.” He shocked me with his introduction.
Despite it I take his hand and shake it, smiling at him.
“You’re a quiet one huh?”
“She doesn’t talk.” Dean says joining us, handing me a cup of coffee.
“What for?” Bobby asks, looking at me. Like he expects me to answer.
Gluping I shrug, knowing why but it was hard to explain.
“Her last boyfriend was an abusive dick is why.” Dean says sipping his coffee casually like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Ahh.” Bobby says, nodding his head.
“Well, did you boys teach him a lesson?”
“Not yet.” Dean says winking, making an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach.
“But enough about that. Let’s get down to business.” Dean says, as Sam walks into the living room with us. Him holding his own cup of jo.
“Do you trust her?” Bobby asks, jerking his head towards me.
I sigh hating being talked about like I wasn’t there but what was to be expected when I was mute all the time.
“Like he said. She doesn’t talk. Dean’s the only one she will talk to.” Sam says, making me blush.
I drop my head feeling embarrassed.
“She just needs some time to get back on her feet. I’m helping her, yes I trust her. She doesn’t know anything about what we do but she’s on our side. Right Sophia?” Dean asks, making me look up at him.
I nod my head with a smile, having no idea what he was talking about but clearly they were into something shady. But I expected that when I went to work with Dean. When they were selling something that seemed impossible to own.
But I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even if I could, Dean and Sam had been nothing but good to me. I wouldn’t betray them. I just knew I wouldn’t.
“Alright if you idjits trust her, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s get down to business.” He says taking one more swig of his drink and moving to turn towards a large book with a bunch of numbers on it.
It was a records book of some kind.
Dean smiles at me, both him and Sam finding a place to sit. Bobby sitting behind the desk, closes to me. Even though I was still cold I moved away from the fire to sit next to Dean on the couch.
“Lucky for you Cas gave you a heads up on the ones hunting your asses.” Bobby says looking at Sam like he was in trouble.
“Going after Dick Roman alone was stupied even for you.”
“I got close.” Sam says, looking away clearly annoyed.
“Close ain’t close enough. I thought I taught you better than that.” Bobby says, making me wonder if he was their father.
I look at Dean wondering what they were talking about. Who was Dick Roman? Did Sam try to kill him? Was the blood on Sam’s shoe human?
A sinking feeling of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Sam and Dean were murderous.
“So what do you want us to do?”
“It ain’t up to me. Your father left the family business to you boys. You made the mess, you get to fix it.” Bobby says, pointing at Sam.
“It was a mistake Bobby. But mistakes can be fixed.” Dean says sitting up straighter.
“We need a plan. Get rid of the heat off of Cas before that chief Naomi fires him and business can go back to usual.”
“What stealing and selling rare artifacts to Bella so she can make more of a profit then you boys? John might not have been father of the year but he started this to help people not just make a quick buck.” Bobby says scolding them.
I was more confused than I have been in a long time but I couldn’t help listening to them. Trying to figure out what was going on.
“So what do you suggest?” Dean asks, seeming to honestly want Bobby’s advice.
“Break him down from the bottom up. Take what matters most and we can watch Dick shrivel.”
“Alright? Where do we start?” Sam asks.
Bobby digs through the book in hand and pulls out a picture sliding it over to Sam. I couldn’t really tell but it looked like a picture of a dock.
“These are empty shipping containers that are going to be full of drugs, guns you name it this weekend. But that’s not what I’m interested in. Dick’s got kids he plans on putting on one of them. Gonna trade them for something. Don’t know, don’t care. But there are folks kids about to be taken forever and that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“When do we start?” Dean says his jaws locked, Sam’s forehead wrinkled in worry but both of them looked different.
Like they were ready for battle, ready to do anything. Ready to kill.
I didn’t know what this was, or what I got myself into. What did Bobby call it?
The family business?
Either way, I was in it and didn’t see a way out.
It didn’t take long for them to hatch out a plan as if they had done this a hundred times. Sam and Dean decided to stop the kids from ever getting to the docks and if that didn’t work, worse case they could just break the kids out.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Luckily for me it seemed I didn’t have to. No one asked for my input or help. The three men moving around the room talking about so many illegal things as if they were talking about the weather.
I sat on the couch watching them. I should have been more freaked out I know but I wasn’t. I ran away from Sam just because he had blood on his shoe but listening to these men talk about busting open shipping containers and stealing the contents didn’t phase me.
I’m sure there was something messed up in my head. All the beatings from Harry most likely did some damage up there.
Or maybe I was just numb to it all. Yelling and violence was the only thing that seemed to scare me.
I was in no danger with these men. They were clearly criminals, clearly what people would say bad men but despite knowing that.
Despite knowing that Sam definitely tried and might have killed someone and Dean helped cover it and Bobby seemed like the crazed uncle that was behind the whole thing and to top it all off I was a vulnerable mute. I felt safe. Safe enough to pull my feet up under me, curling up and falling asleep.
When I woke up the house was silinet. It is still dark out. The only noise was from the crackling fireplace and soft breathing.
I sat up looking around me to see the only other person was Dean sleeping on the floor beside me.
I look at the clock on the wall seeing it’s just a little past two in the morning. I laid my head back down on the arm of the couch knowing I should go back to sleep but I was wide awake.
I lay there, tossing and turning for a bit trying to get more comfortable but nothing was working. Seeing that it was now fifteen past three I knew there was no chance I was going back to sleep. Sitting up again I let out a frustrated sigh.
I flinch when I hear how loud it was, my eyes snapping to Dean. I frown at myself seeing his green irises staring at me.
“You okay?” He asks softly unlike my loud mouth.
I nod looking down at him.
“S-sorry.” I force out wanting him to know I didn’t mean to wake him.
“S’okay.” He says sitting up, the blanket over him falling to show his bare chest..
He yawns, lifting his arms over his head showing his toned body. I flush, realizing I have never seen this much of him.
I turn my head, not wanting him to catch me looking. It clearly is not working when I hear a chuckle.
“You know I don’t care if you look right?” He says standing up.
I take a breath and look up at him towering over my body. I only came to his waist from sitting on the couch.
“I’m gonna get something for us to drink and then maybe you can try going back to sleep okay?” He asks using his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.
I nod and smile at him, butterflies feeling my stomach from his simple touches.
He smiles at me and turns to head towards the kitchen. From there I sat. I could see him open the fridge but I could see what he grabbed.
It only takes him a moment for him to return with a beer in one hand and an orange juice for me.
I blush, smiling that he bothered to remember that I liked it. Taking it from him I take a sip of the cool tart liquid sliding down my throat with ease.
Dean sits to the right of me taking a drink of his own beverage. Us sitting on the couch in siliance for a moment or two.
“Did you just say sorry?” He asks out of the blue, making me turn to look at him.
I nod confused by his sudden question.
“That’s what I thought I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I have dreams about you talking to me all the time.” He says, surprising me by his honesty.
He never seemed to mind being open about what he thought that was for sure.
Yawning he runs his hand across his face, something he does when he’s tired I noticed. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it but I reach my left hand out and place it on his thigh patting it.
He looks down at my hand then up at me, giving me a playful smile.
“Careful Sophia, I might think you’re flirting with me.” He says teasing.
I knew he was joking but that doesn’t stop me from blushing.
I try to pull my hand away but he grabs it pulling me closer to him with it.
“Come’re.” He says pushing his words together, something else he seems to do when he’s tried.
I do as he asks setting my glass down and crawling over to him
He lets go of my hand dropping his grip to my hip, him using it to guide me to sit on his lap. I blush from the intimate possession but I don’t protest. Knowing Dean would never do anything I didn’t want to do.
He reaches up grabbing my face gently with both hands, him pushing my hair out of my face.
“You know you’re a very good girl right Sophia?” He asks, his question catching me off guard.
My body also catches me off guard by the flip my stomach does.
I don’t know how to respond to that even if I did talk but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Dean pulls me closer to him, lowering my head down until our foreheads are pressed together.
He closes his eyes shut for a moment making me wonder what’s going on inside him.
“The things I would do to you…” He whispers under his breath making something deep inside me ache.
“But I can’t…” He says letting out a sigh, it’s a sigh of disappointment.
“It’s not a good idea. But I’ve never been known to be the one to do the right thing.”
I wrinkle my forehead completely confused on what he’s getting at.
I didn’t have time to process it either. Dean tilting his head just enough so his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm. Just like how he was. A gentleness to him that made you want to fall into him. Trust him completely.
It was a scary feeling if I’m honest. Something I couldn’t understand. How I could trust him as much as I do given everything that has happened between me and Harry.
Maybe it was because he was so honest with everything. Maybe it was because he acted like he was the messed up one. Maybe it was because despite him seeing me broken he still decided to help me.
I don’t know what it was but no matter what I couldn’t deny that I trusted him. More than I’ve trusted anyone for a long time.
I watch Amora pull away from me after I look at the scars on her wrist. I had the exact same ones on mine but she was the one who put them there. I wandered over why for months afterwards and every time I remembered they were there. What happened, what was so bad that made her do that to herself?
“So tell me a bit about you.” She says smiling at me. It makes her eyes light up.
“There’s not much to tell.” I say to stall knowing that there was more than enough to tell. But she wouldn’t believe any of it. I couldn’t even believe this was happening. How did I get marked to a human?
“How about you? Tell me about you.” I say leaning back into the couch.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.” I say realizing I meant it. I wanted to know everything about her.
She blushes, her teeth digging into her lip before she looks up to meet my eyes with hers. Their ash blue is so bright compared to my emerald eyes.
“I was born and raised here, well not here in this house. I moved here when I was fourteen after my parents died.”
“I’m sorry.” I say understanding her loss.
“Don’t be, it happened a long time ago.” She says waving it off, but in truth it only happened eight years ago. My mother died when I was four and it still feels like it happened yesterday.
“What did your parents do? If you don’t mind me asking.” I say remembering why I came here in such a rush.
Hunters didn’t get marked to humans, same way hunters didn’t get marked to royals. There was not interbreeding. It just didn’t, couldn’t happen.
“Oh umm my mom was a teacher, my dad a macainic why?”
“Just wondering.”
Her parents must have been hunters that left life. It was rare but it happens.
“What about you?”
“Both my parents were hunters.”
“Hunters?” She qustions making me feel stupid for not thinking before I talked.
“It’s what we call the guard. We hunt down all the bad, evil people.” I say it in a vague way of telling her what I did.
“Oh right. Guess that explains why you are in it huh?”
“Well I’m not really good at much else.” I say shrugging.
“I doubt that.”
I met her eye, lifting my brow at that statement. Wondering what she meant by that.
She smiles and shrugs answering my unasked question.
“You just seem like you would be good at a lot of things.”
“Thanks sweetheart but don’t overestimate me, you’ll give me a big head.” I say watching as her cheeks turn pink.
When ringing fills the air she jumps and quickly pulls her phone out of her pocket.
“Hello?” She says, answering it.
She mouths I’m sorry as she stands up and takes a few steps away from me.
“No, I’m kinda busy at the moment.” She says her eyes, bouncing back to me.
I smile at her, she blushes and turns her back to as if I was distracting her.
“I have someone over. No, I understand that’s no reason to be late for my job but-.” She says to what I guess is her boss.
I used this time to look at her, I kinda felt like a creep for checking her out while she wasn’t looking but I couldn’t help it.
She was beautiful. Her hair was red and reaching down to her waist. Not red like Clarks but cherry red. Reminding me of blood or pie. She had wide hips that I wanted to wrap my arms around. She was curvy in all the right places. I never let myself think about my mate thinking I would never find her but I was more than happy with what I was given. Her tight jeans let me see her thick thighs and round butt.
“Sorry about that.” She says turning to face me again.
My eyes jump to her above average chest, her tank top showing it off well. I quickly looked at her face not wanting her to know what I was doing.
“It’s fine.” I say smiling at her.
“Well my boss is pissed at me.” She says plopping down next to me, her knee bumping mine.
I smile, liking that she already seemed comfortable with me.
“So where were we?” She asks, looking at me with her dusty blue eyes meeting mine.
“Getting to know each other I guess.” I say trying to sound more confident than I was.
My heart was racing and all I could think about was pulling her into my arms. I finally had someone that would truly love me. I have a family of my own now.
“You didn’t hear me did you?” She asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“I’m sorry what?” I ask, making her giggle.
It makes my stomach flip from the sound. I wanna roll my eyes at myself for how pathetic I feel. I was like a love struck puppy.
“I said, are we asking normal questions or personal ones?”
She says tucking her hair behind her ear, her face red.
“Oh.” I say it is my turn to blush my mind going to all the dirty questions I could ask her.
“Either is fine.” I say smiling at her.
“Okay umm I would say what’s your birthday but I guess I know that one.” She says grinning.
“Yeah I would say so.” I say knowing we share the same birthday right down to the second.
She smiles at me, chewing on her lip softly.
“Cat got your tongue sweetheart?”
“Guess so.”
I smile at her and nod my head.
“What is it that you really want to ask?” I ask her knowing she has something on her mind. I don’t know how I know but I can just tell by looking at her.
“I umm it’s…nevermind.” She says, shaking her head and looking down at her fingers.
“It’s okay, go ahead. I’m an open book.” I doubt her question could be very important.
Or at least not enough to scare her off. I hope so.
“Have you umm had sex?” She asks, her cheeks flushed.
I lift an eyebrow not expecting that question from her. The royals teaching not to have sex until you find your mate so why would she think I might have had sex.
“Yes.” I say answering truthfully. Hunters weren’t so weird about that order from God. Being on the road was lonely, hunters understood it. It wasn’t like you ever had to worry about one of your children running around that you didn’t know about.
The only person who could ever carry my child was sitting in front of me. The person who would be the mother of my children. The woman I just made her face drop and sadness filled her eyes.
This is part 11 of Kitten. Here is the next part trying to work in the new story line my brain picked for this story. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sam tells Sophia the truth only for him to make her forget it all.
“Sit. We need to talk.” Sam says, looking more threatening than I have ever seen him.
Gulping and feeling like I didn’t have a choice I walked over to him and sat in the chair he pushed out with his foot.
He sits up straighter, popping his neck and rolling his shoulders like he has been there a while. Maybe he has. I locked myself up in my room for hours.
“We have a few things to talk about. First, what you think you saw earlier, I’ll explain.” He says picking up the leather bound journal beside him.
I jump when he throws it at me and it lands in my lap.
“That’s our dad’s. Mine and Dean’s. That’s what he left us when he finally went off the rails. I’m sure you know by now me and Dean aren’t your average joes. We are the head of a rather big mob.” He says making me surprised and hurt.
Dean wasn’t as innocent as I was led to believe.
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand it. But if you are going to stay here and be with Dean you will have to get used to us coming home bloody from time to time.” He says making me blush, from him saying I was with Dean also from being confused.
“Dean likes you. More than I’ve seen him like anyone in a very long time. I would like it if you stayed. For his sake. But you can’t go running off anytime something scary happens. We deal with scary things everyday. We will protect you. You are safe here but you will need to learn.” He says his brow wrinkled from how serious he looks.
Sighing he sits up straighter.
“It’s complicated with you being here. Dean normally keeps his pets away from here. Only letting them stay here on the weekends. I’m not used to having to pretend to be someone I’m not.”
My head spins with the information trying to understand what he was saying. I look at the book in my hands tempted to open it but also not wanting to.
All I knew was Sam had blood on him. Blood that wasn’t his. He was acting like that was normally and that wasn’t. I had to leave but where would I go? What would I do?
Despite everything, all I wanted to do was go to Dean. He would explain it. He always explained everything to me.
‘Why didn’t I just let him do that in the first place?’ I think feeling dumb all of a sudden.
“Sophia.” Sam says, making me look up at him. His big brown eyes softened.
“I’m sorry, I get a little domante when I’m trying to make a point. I just want you to stay here. My brother is happy, something he hasn’t been for a long time. Since we were kids.” He says, ringing his hands.
“I’m not going to force you into staying but think about it. I’ll explain everything. Dean doesn’t have to know. He doesn’t want you to know about the wicked world we live in. Not that I blame him. He’s scared about running you off with the things he likes in the bedroom let alone the things he does for work. Just forget this talk happened. I promise I didn’t hurt anyone. Well, anyone bad… I’ll try to keep myself blood free from now on.” He says smiling a boyish smile.
“Do you think you can stay?”
I glup, feeling overwhelmed. Fear, confusion, regret, and a whole mess of other things swam inside my head.
“Here let me get you some water.” Sam says quickly jumping up.
He walks over to the corner of the room where a mini fridge sits, bringing me a bottle of water. Twisting the lid off he hands it to me.
I smiled, taking it from him, hoping it helped settle my thoughts. I took a drink and was surprised at how good it tasted. Knowing I was asleep for a long time I took another drink, this one longer than the first one.
I blink when my head starts swimming. Suddenly feeling like my head weighs a hundred pounds I try to hold it up only for everything to go black.
I wake up on the bathroom floor feeling exhausted. My head and body are aching. Sitting up I try to remember what happened. Sam had blood on his shoe. Human blood?
Standing up I stumble to the door and then through my room. I open the bedroom door stopping when I see Dean sleeping against the wall.
I leave my bedroom door open and walk down the hall trying to make my way to the exit. When I reach the steps that lead outside I stop when I see Sam, him dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.
“Hey, you’re awake.” He says smiling softly at me.
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
“I’m sure you are scared of me after what you saw. I want to explain.” He says putting his hands in his pockets.
“I ran over a cat. I got out to help it, it belonged to some old lady and I packed it inside her house for her. I got blood all over my suit but I had an extra one in the car I just picked up from the cleaners. But no extra shoes, that’s why they had blood on them.” He says calmly, his brown eyes never leaving mine.
I take a breath not knowing if I should believe him or not.
“What are you talking about?” Dean asks, walking down the hall, him looking just as sleepy as I felt. His hair in messy tuffs around his head.
“I was just explaining to Sophia how I got blood on me. From the cat I hit yesterday.” Sam says looking over at Dean.
“Oh, yeah sorry about him scaring you. I would have explained but you wouldn’t let me in.” Dean says, looking at me, his green eyes meeting mine. The sensarty in them makes me calm down a bit.
“You’ve been in your room for a while. Do you want some food?” He asks gently.
“I can make us some food.” Sam smiles timidly at me.
Still feeling a bit confused I nod my head not having any reason not to trust them.
“Come on?” Dean questions holding his hand out to me, a question on his face.
I take his hand letting him lead me to the kitchen. Sam flips on the light as we walk in and goes to the fridge, while Dean gently pulls me to sit down next to him at the table.
“Like I said, I’m really sorry about scaring you.” Sam says bring me a glass of water.
“You think you could find it in your heart to forgive me?” He says softly.
I look up at him, not finding a cruel fleak in his eyes. I nod, earning a smile.
“Thank you. I promise not to do it again.”
“Oh Sam hush and get to cooking I’m starving.” Dean says waving off his baby brother.
It doesn’t take long for Sam to make us some oatmeal and egg whites.
While Dean complains about the healthy food I eat my own breakfast.
“I think you should stay home today. Sophia was pretty shaken up last night. I can cover your work for you.” Sam says talking to Dean.
“That would be great thanks.” Dean says smiling at his little brother.
They continue to talk as I eat slowly. Neither of them seem to mind. Nothing seems weird or out of place then any other time I have eaten with them. I quickly realized that I over reacted to what I saw yesterday.
Sam wasn’t a killer. He was too sweet to be.
After we ate we all helped clean up something I found oddly nice. Glad that Sam wasn’t cleaning up after me anymore.
Sam went to get ready for work while me and Dean went back to my room. I still felt tired despite sleeping so long but I guess sleeping on a bathroom floor would do that.
I climb into bed, Dean joining me after grabbing the coloring book, crayons, notepad and pens.
“I think we should have a talk. If that’s okay?”
I nod but Dean grabs my chin stopping me.
“Use your words Kitten.” He says softly yet sternly.
“Yes.” I say after swallowing hard.
“Good girl.” He says grinning.
“I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday.” He says letting go of my face and handing me the notepad and a pen.
“Not about Sam hitting a cat but about what happened between me and you.” He says, making me blush.
That seemed like so long ago but it was only yesterday. I nod telling him I’m ready to talk about it.
“I’m gonna be honest, I would like to do it again and more than that. But I’ll do it if you are ready. If you want to.”
“Yes.” I nod proud of myself for speaking again but I open my mouth wanting to say more.
“But? You’re shy?” Dean questions me gently, not in a mocking way.
I shake my head, Dean hands me the notebook and pen.
‘I’m afraid I don’t know what to do or what you want from me.’ I write out.
He reads it, nods and hands me the notebook back.
He smiles gently.
“I can show you what to do. One of my favorite things to do honestly. We can take it slow.” He says, sighing, running his hands through his hair.
“Honestly I’m a bit worried about scaring you.”
I shake my head, not scared of Dean. Him the only person I’ve felt safe with in a very long time.
He smiles softly, lifting his hand he gently touches my face.
Leaning towards me I close my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. His lips brush mine in a sweet gentle kiss.
I feel myself melt as my face heats up.
I hear him take a deep breath and pull away from me. His green eyes bore into mine making my stomach tangle up in knots.
Lifting his hand he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re-.” Dean starts to say but is cut off by Sam barging through the door.
“We gotta go!” He says looking frantically at Dean, making Dean jump from the bed.
I quickly follow his actions as Dean and Sam run down the hall.
“What’s going on?” Dean asks, running behind Sam.
“Just got a call from Cas. Apparently he’s getting some heat from helping me last night. He lied and said it wasn’t me, that we are out of town. Cops are on the way to search the place. We gotta go now. Make it seem like we haven’t been here in a few days.” Sam spills out, throwing a duffle at Dean, it is already packed.
I’m shocked at the information I’m getting but I don’t have time to process it. Dean grabbed my wrist to pull me with him.
“You’re taking her?” Sam asks, shocked.
“Dude she barely speaks, you think the people that are looking for us are going to believe that she can’t? They’ll do more than hurt her to get to us and you know it.” He says, he words making me feel sick.
With that said he pulls me along with him. Sam is not saying anything else but he doesn’t look happy.
Dean opens the back car door, throws his bag in it and then holds it open for me. I stop and look up at him, scared to get into the fear of what’s going to happen next.
Sighing, Dean looks at me, his face wrinkled with anxiety.
“Come on Kitten. You’ll be safe with us. I’ll explain everything I promise, but we gotta go. Right now.” He says his worried eyes convince me of the urgency.
I answered him by climbing into the car and shutting the door behind me. Sam is already in the front seat. Dean jogs around the car and gets behind the wheel.
As he starts the engine and pulls out of the garage. He takes off his tires spinning from his speed. As we zoom down the street the car in silence I can’t help but think.
This is part 10 of Kitten. I know it’s been a while since I posted anything. I’m sorry about that. Life is crazy. Anyways. Here is the next part please don’t hate me for it. It’s not what I planed on writing but writers block sucks. Hope you like it.
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia suspects the truth about the brothers and what they really do for work.
After we ate dinner Dean led me back to my room. Him casually talking about things that didn’t matter. I knew he was doing it for my benefit to help me relax.
But before we could get down the hall the door opened at the top of the steps Sam walked inside.
He turns to see us, greeting us with a simple Hey.
I smile and wave back thinking about trying to reply but stop myself. Wanting to save my words for Dean. Well at least for now.
“Dinners in the kitchen.” Dean says, nodding his head towards that direction.
“Thanks.” Sam says, taking a breath as he reaches the bottom of the steps. Him running his fingers through his hair.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks, prompting me to look Sam over.
I stop when I spot a dark stain on Sam’s shoe. It was dried telling me it’s been there at least an hour.
That also made me realize that Sam was wearing different clothes. He was still dressed in a nice suit but it was a different color than before. Faint scratches were on his neck as well.
There was blood on Sam’s shoe. Why?
I felt a wave of fear run through me as I took a step away from him.
“What’s wrong Sophia?” Dean asks, turning to face me.
I ignore his question only pointing to Sam’s shoe. My stomach drops when Dean looks at it, seeming to be unfazed.
Sam look’s down and clenches his jaw as he looks back up at me.
“Look, it’s not what you think.” He says taking a step towards me but I ignore him.
Turning a bolt down the hall my mind screamed at me to run to get out of here as fast as I could.
I ran as fast as I could hearing both Dean and Sam call after me. Reaching my bedroom I close the door behind me, locking it and moving to slam the desk against it.
I frantically look around for something to defend myself with suddenly not wanting to be around either of them. Every shady thing the brothers did came to mind all at once.
I was living with bad men. Killers it seemed.
I jump and even scream as someone knocks on the door.
“Sophia, it’s me. Calm down.” Dean says his voice is gentle and even.
“Sophia I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain.” Sam says, him sounding just as kind. Even a bit sad.
I shake my head as if they can see me and run to lock myself into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I hear them knocking and trying to get me to open the door so I cover my ears to block out the sound.
Tears stream down my face as I picture them breaking down the door and dragging me out to kill me too.
I knew too much right? What did I expect? Trusting complete strangers I met at a club. The banging gets louder, making me cry out in fear and sobs.
I never saw either of them angry but I was about to. Curling up tighter into a ball I can only blame myself for my fate.
But neither of them come. Soon the sound of their muffled voices and knocking stop. Only the sound of my crying is left. I stay that way crying myself to sleep.
When I wake up I’m still in the bathroom, it feels like hours have passed. My stomach twisted in hunger telling me maybe it was longer than that.
Sitting up from the hard floor I move to my feet and open the bathroom door seeing the desk is exactly where I left it. Pushed against the door.
I walk cautiously towards it half expecting them to still be standing there. I look over at the clock to see it’s well past midnight. Nearly five in the morning.
I wonder if Sam and Dean left for work. Work? What really was their job? Dean said it wasn’t exactly legal. What did that mean?
I push the desk back into it’s palace quietly hoping they are gone and I could get out of here. The thought of leaving fills me with mixed emotions. I wanted out, scared they were gonna hurt me but I also wanted to stay the feelings I was growing for Dean still very much there. It also didn’t help that they saved me.
Opening the door slowly I jump seeing Dean there but I quickly realize he was sleeping. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and his bend down. Gently snores leave his mouth making me wonder how long he’s been there.
Since I locked myself inside my room most likely.
I leave my bedroom door open and walk down the hallway not really sure what my plan was.
Was I leaving? Where would I go? Was I going to stay? I didn’t really know either one of them.
I carefully move down the hall towards the exit. The whole bunker is pitch black except for the red lights lighting my path along the wall.
Walking past the kitchen I ignore the very loud growl my stomach lets out. I jump when a light clicks on my head snapping to the source.
Sam sits at the wooden tables, the lamp in the middle being turned on by him. Him most likely hearing my stomach.
He looks as if he’s been up all night, a deadly serious look on his face.
I glup at the sight of him, scared of what he will do to me.
He pushes a chair away from the table, pointing to it.
“Sit. We need to talk.”
A/N Do you want me to add some supernatural things to this fic? Do you want some Sophia x Sam action? Thank you for reading :)
This is part 4 of Angel Eyes sorry for not posted in ages. But I found this on a flash drive from like 2017 so I edited and thought I should post it. I hope you like it.
Fic Summary: This is backstory to kind help people understand Dean and Callie’s relationship. Sam, Dean and Callie go get tattoos :P
Walking into the bathroom I bent over untying my boots. Kicking them off I stood up and met my green eyes in the mirror. Reaching up to take my hair down I stopped when there was no longer a black string around my wrist. I quickly opened the bathroom door shocking Sam he was behind it and I almost hit him.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked dropping his bags by the door and walking up to me. I was taken back when he grabbed my arms softly as if I was going to pass out.
“I lost my antipossion charm.” I say biting my lip.
“You what?” Dean and Sam asked, clearly mad.
“I didn’t mean to. It was on my wrist and I guess it must have broke.”
“Great, what are we going to do now? I doubt Booby just has another one laying around.” Dean asked, throwing up his arm and walking away from me.
“Even if he did, who says she wont lose it again.” Sam says sitting on the bed.
“I’m right here, ya know. Maybe it’s in the hotel room.”
“We just got here. I doubt you lost it in the past five minutes.” Sam said.
“Well it’s not like I can just tattoo the thing to me.” I said throwing up my arms and moving to the door shutting it, probably a little too rough., but I hate being treated like I’m five.
“Wait a minute.” Dean says, making me turn to face him.
“Why not get it tattooed. It would get rid of having to keep up with it. And plus its one sure way, no demon would ever get into us ever again.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I say agreeing. “I always wanted to get a tattoo anyways.” I say shrugging.
“And what if I don’t.” Sam says standing up.
“Oh come on Sammy it’s common sense, to get one.” Dean says lifting his hands.
“Yeah, it’s the smart thing to do.” I say smiling, getting butterflies about the thought of getting tattooed.
“Oh and what are we meant to tell the person that does it?” Sam asks.
“The truth. It looks like some tribal tattoo that people walk around with all the time. The worse case they think we are weirdos but there still going to do it.” I say sitting down beside Dean on the bed.
“Callie is right, money is money. They don’t care as long as they get paid.”
“What if they only take cash?”
Sighing I throw my head back hitting Dean’s shoulder.
“Then we go to the bar, play a little pool and go back. With cash. Why are you so against getting a tattoo?” I ask
“Yeah, Sammy it can be on your ass for all I care.” Dean says laying back on the bed’s headboard making me fall, sence I was still leaning on him.
Glaring up at him I sat back up, only getting a small laugh out of him.
“How do we even know it will work?”
Sighing again I laid back on Dean’s legs reaching back to grab my phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open I pressed 3 it calling Bobby.
“Callie, it’s 1AM what the hell do you want?” Bobby answered sound sleepy and mad.
“Sorry Bobby. I didn’t realize it was so late but I have a important question.”
“About what?” He said trying to be helpful but not hiding his anger.
“The charms you gave us. If we tattoo the symbol to ourselves will that work the same as wearing them?”
“What kind of idjit are you? Of course it will work. Next time you decide to bother me while I’m sleeping make sure it’s a damn good question.”
“Sorry Bobby, just wanted to make sure.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll let you go back to sleep. Good night Bobby. Sweet Dreams.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He says hanging up.
“He is mean when he is sleepy.” I say looking up at Dean as I close my phone.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Looks like your getting inked up, buttercup.” I say smiling at him.
Sighing, he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” He says walking out to the car grabbing his jacket as he went.
“I think he needs a nap. He is a little grumpy.” I say looking back up at Dean.
“I think you’re right. Better not keep him waiting.” He says smiling, clearly enjoying this as much as me.
Sitting up I walk to the bathroom grabbing my shoes and sitting on the tub to put them back on.
“Where do you think I should get it?” Dean asked leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.
Looking up at the ceiling I bit my lip, thinking of where a tattoo would look good on Dean. The first thing was anywhere. Shaking away that thought. I thought of where I like tattoos on guys.
“Hmm… Shoulder, shoulder blade, or chest.” I say tying my boot and pulling on the other one.
“What about you. Where are you going to get it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want it super viable. Like I don’t want to have to worry about people being like what’s that?”
“I think you should get it on your ribs.” Dean says as I finish tying the other boot.
“Why the ribs. That’s the worse place to get a tattoo.” I say standing up and walking out of the bathroom, feeling Dean follow me.
“Well one because it’s hot and two I know you can take the pain.” He says making blood rush to my cheeks.
“Is that so?” I ask turning to face him, a smirk finding my lips.
I almost smack myself for how flirty that sounds but it’s hard not to when you have Dean in front of you.
“Yeah. You’re kinda a badass.” He says smirking and winking at me.
I laugh softly, him joining me. Rolling my eyes I shake my head a little.
“Maybe.” I say walking to the door, stepping out into a soft sprinkle.
“Rain!” I say smiling up at the sky loving the cool drops on my heated cheeks.
“What was about not being five?” Dean asked behind me and pinched my side, making me jerk a little.
“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, earning a laugh.
I jump when Baby’s horn goes off. Looking at Dean’s price postion I see Sam sitting in the front seat looking like a parent who just cought his child having sex.
“Again, I repeat, grumpy.” I say looking back at Dean and stepping off the curb to get into the car.
“Why not bug him a little more.” Dean says opening the driver door for me.
Taking the hint I get in and move to the middle, Sam clenching his jaw making me laugh.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy. It’s only a little seat sharing.” I say poking his hard jaw.
“Just can we get this over with?”
“Damn Sam, Bobby is not the only one that’s mean when he is tired.” Dean says starting the car backing out.
“I just want to get this done so I can take a shower and get a few hours in before I have to get up in the morning.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wants to run before dawn.” I say shrugging.
One look from Sam is enough to make me shut up and hold up my hands as a surender. I lean into Dean to get away from Sam before he bursts a blood vessel. Feeling bad for now getting up front, for wanting to bug him more.
Maybe feeling the same or seeing Sam’s face. Dean lays his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, giving Sam as much space as he can get with all of us up front. Leaning into Dean’s side I close my eyes and just listen to the rain picking up and hitting the Impala’s roof. Moving his arm down, I shift slightly laying my head on Dean’s shoulder, feeling completely relaxed. No not relaxed. At home.
When Dean’s neck starts vibrating with him humming I let myself enjoy it till the point of my eyes don’t want to stay open anymore.
I softly smack Dean’s chest, making him stop.
“What was that for?” He asks sounding shocked.
“You’re making me fall asleep.” I say a yawn leaving my mouth, making a laugh leave Dean’s.
“Dean, maybe we should go back to the motel. Let Callie sleep.”
“Oh your not getting out of this that easy, buttercup.” I say sitting up and looking at him, making me slightly dizzy but I ignore it, it fading quickly.
“Yeah, because we are here.” Dean says pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.
Getting out of the car, I quickly follow Dean to escape the picking up rain.
“Welcome. What can I do for you?” Asks the tattooed bearded main at the front desk.
“Hi, we’re looking to get a tattoo. We heard this was the place to come.” Dean says, making the man laugh.
“Well that’ll be right. I’m Chet, nice to meet you.” Chet says holding out his hand to Dean.
“Dean.” He says taking it.
“And you Miss?” He asks looking down at me.
“Callie.” I say waving and smiling.
“And the tall fella?” He asks looking over me at Sam.
“Oh that sour thing is my little brother Sammy. Sammy come say hi.” Dean says waving him over.
“It’s Sam.” He says holding his hand out to Chet.
“Well, nice to meet you folks. So like I said before, what can I do for you?”
“We all three want this.” Sam says handing Chet a piece of paper with the simbel roughly graw on it.
“You draw this yourself?” Chet asks, taking the picture and looking down at it stroking his beard.
“Yeah, I did. Look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up I would really like to get some sleep.” Sam says, looking tired.
“Well just slow down there a minute.” Chet says not even the least bit surprised with Sam’s mood.
“How big are you three talking? Because if you want something huge It’s going to be more than one trip. Plus you have how are you going to pay and where you want it at.”
“No bigger than three inches.” I say getting an agreement from both the boys.
“Altight. That will be 75 each. That’s without color.”
“You take credit?” Dean asks.
“Yes, sir we do.”
“Well, let’s do this.” Dean says, pulling out his wallet and handing him his card.
I’m a little surprised when he doesn’t look at it or ask for ID.
“Alright, well let me go draw this up and you three can talk about where you want it and who goes first.” Chet says taking the picture Sam drew and walking in the back.
“Sam you can go first.” I say sitting on one of the black leather couches, Dean sitting beside me.
“Why do I go first?” Sam asks sitting in a plastic chair across from us.
“Because you won’t have to wait you can go out and sleep in the car while we get ours done.” I say like it’s obvious.
“Okay sure, whatever.”
“Man he really is tired.” Dean says laying his arm on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, well it will be over soon and we will never have to worry about it again.” I say smiling up at Dean, because I would probably just get a glare from Sam.
On the note I could feel his death glaze burn a hole in my head.
“So did you decide where you are going to get yours?” I ask, whoever wants to answer.
“I’m working on it.” Dean says winking at me, making me roll my eyes.
“What about you Clauda?” Sam asks
“Still thinking.” I say biting my trying to think of where would be the best place.
All three of us fall into a comfortable silence waiting on Chet. He returns around thirty minutes later.
“Alright I got everything all set up. So who is going first.”
Both me and Dean pont to Sam.
“Alright, son, follow me back.” Chet says holding the beads hanging over the door out of Sam’s way.
“Be nice!” I say getting a Yeah, Yeah and a wave from him.
Chet laughs and walks thru the door with Sam in front of him.
“So, you really don’t know where you are getting yours?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“No, everywhere I think don’t seem right.” I say biting my lip.
“I have an idea.” Dean says.
“Oh gosh.” I say covering my face, slightly worried.
“Well at least hear me out first.”
“Okay fine, fine. What is your idea?” I ask, looking up at Dean to meet bright green eyes.
“You pick for me and I pick for you.” He says shrugging.
“That way if we can get an outsider’s thoughts on it.”
Smiling, I nod my head.
“You know I really like that.” I say, saying exactly how I felt.
“See and you didn’t trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. I trust you get me into trouble by putting it on my forehead.”
Laughing Dean ran his hand down his face.
“I was thinking more your cheek but if that’s what you want to go with, its your face darlin’.” He says pulling me closer to him and tickling me softly.
Giggling I push his hands away, just as Chet and Sam walk out.
“Well that was fast.” Dean says, sounding halfway disappointed.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in the car.” Sam says doing just that.
“Alright who’s next.”
“Me!” I say standing up and walking over to Chet.
“You gonna bring your boyfriend with you?” Chet asks nodding at Dean.
Blushing at the boyfriend comment, I ignore it and turn to face Dean feeling dumb since he is picking the spot for the tattoo.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I say running to him and grabbing his forearm just to pull him up from his seat.
I hear Chet laugh behind us making me wonder exactly what life he thinks we have.
Following him back into the other room, Dean laces his fingers with mine making me smile up at him. He quickly returns it making my stomach do flips.
“Room three.” Chet gestures to the last door.
Dean quickly takes the lead pulling me behind him. When we step into the room I can help the rush I get when I see the chair with the gun beside it.
“You okay?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, confused as why he would ask that.
LIfting our joined hands he lets go to show me how my hand is shaking.
“Oh. They’re the good kind. Here feel my heart.” I say taking his hand and placing it to my chest before I can think.
Realizing what I did I feel myself blush a little but I keep his hand there. He is my “boyfriend” after all.
Smiling Dean moves his hand up to my neck, pulling me to him to kiss my forehead.
“One hell of an adrenaline rush huh?” Dean asks moving so Chet can get to his spot beside the chair.
“So do we know where we want it?” Chst asks when he sets down.
“He does.” I say pointing to Dean and moving back a little.
“Oh, alright what’ll it be son?” He asks looking up at Dean.
“She wants it on her rib. Here.” Dean says placing his hand on my right side just under my bra strap.
“And you’re okay with that?” Chet asks looking at me, making eye contact. I guess to see if I’m lying.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I say telling the truth.
Feeling all at once how I could not picture it anywhere else.
“Alright well take a seat, I’ll fix the chair once you’re on it. Dean there is a stool in the hall if you want to grab it so you have somewhere to sit.”
“Alright.” He says walking out of the room quickly returning since the stool was just outside the door.
“Is this your first tattoo?” Chet asked, fixing the chair so he could reach my rib easily.
“Yep.” I say popping the P getting comfortable on my left side.
“Well let me tell you it’s going to hurt a lot.”
“She can take it.” Dean says sitting on the stool my face becoming even with his belly.
“Well just let me know if you need to take a break. Don’t worry though I got 20 years under my belt. Or should I say gun. You’re in good hands.”
“Thanks Chet.” I say smiling at him and laying my head on my left arm, my other one laying in front of me.
“Lift your shirt for me please.” Chet says.
“I got it.“ Dean says before I can even move. Pulling my shirt up I feel as if it’s in slow motion but maybe that’s just because I’m suddenly very aware of how many scars I have on my stomach and hips.
I realize that it’s not Dean seeing them, it’s Chet. I can hear the questions now. But they never come. Instead I feel something like paper being stuck to my sink.
"So you from around here?” Chet asked, one of us.
“No. Road trip. She got it in her head that we all should get tattoos.”
“Hey! It’s for a good reason.” I say sticking my tongue out at Dean even though he is not eye level with me. Well he is never eye level with me.
“About that if you don’t mind me asking. Your brother said something about it being in the family. He didn’t make much since. He was not in a chatty mood.
"Yeah, it’s been in his family for years. All the way back to the tribes. The people believed that it could keep you from getting posed.” I say smiling a “what the hell smile”.
“Oh thats a new one.”
“Yeah, but like I said she got it in her head. So it had to be done. But at the end of the day it’s a badass tattoo.”
“That it is.” Chet said starting up the gun making a buzz fill the room.
“Ready?” He asked from behind me.
“Ready.” I say as Dean seems to shrink down to my level. Him pulling the lever on the bottom of the stool. He still has to bend down a little to be eye to eye with me but that’s better than nothing.
When the needle of the gun first touched my skin it felt like I was being punched so hard it made my ribs brake. Groning I clenched my jaw and grabbed onto the nearest thing which happened to be Dean’s forearm.
“Are you okay?” Chet asked, pulling the gun from me.
“Yes” I say closing my eyes and groaning again.
“Man that hurts worse than getting sticked up.” I say taking a deep breath thru my nose and blowing it out of my mouth.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah, keep going.” I say moving my hand to Dean’s.
Feeling the pain again I bit my lip so I didn’t make a noise. It still hurts but this time I knew what to expect. It felt like someone was digging a white hot nail down my side.
After a minute it slowly turned into a dull pain as my skin in that spot went numb.
“Dean is it?”
“Yeah.” Dean says pushing my raven hair off my face.
“You got a keeper. Never have I ever seen a first timer get a tattoo on their ribs and be this quiet or still.”
“Yeah, she is good at that.”
Laughing I moved my right arm over my head and looked down as best as I could watching Chet wipe away ink from my side.
Smiling at the butterflies again I laid my arm back down. Dean laying his hand on the back of mine lacing his fingers through mine.
“That scar on her hip. I walked in on her sewing it up herself.” Dean said, sounding almost like he was bragging.
“Yeah and you should have heard the ear full I go for it.” I say, smiling softly, my eyes closed.
It seemed to help with the pain, the less I talked. So that’s what I didn’t do. I lay there listening to Dean and Chet talk about me and what happened so I had to get sewn up. Dean came up with the lie that I was a nurse in afghanistan. That’s where we met, that’s where the scar he was talking about came from. If only it was that noble. When really it came from breaking up a bar fight between Dean and some dude hitting on me very, very hard. To the point I almost stabbed him. Dean did walk in on me sowing up and I did get an ear full. But it was not just him telling me how I should not have tried to break up the fight. Or sow myself up.
It had a mix of the crystal green his eyes get when he is hurting. It didn’t take two glances to see that he was mad at himself more than me. He thought it was his fault.
Always dose.
“Callie you alright?” Dean asks, making me open my eyes and look up at him, a yawn leaving my mouth.
“Well I guess that answers my question.” Chet said laughing.
“What?”
“I thought you passed out of something. I told him you were fine but he wanted to be sure.”
“No, yeah, I’m okay. Just listening to you talk. Your voice is relaxing.” I say smiling up at him, making him scratch the back of his head telling me I embarrassed him which didn’t happen often.
“Well you’re halfway done. So finish your nap.” Dean says, trying to laugh it off.
“Thanks.” I say smiling and closing my eyes.
Lucky me Chet started another conversation with Dean about what all he has hunted.
He went on about telling him something about a bear which I think was one of the werewolves we have killed or maybe a windigo.
“Alright, you are done.” Chet said, turning off everything.
“Can I see?” I ask sitting up a little. An ache in my side.
“Let me clean you up first.”
Nodding I layed back on the chair and poked Dean’s chest making him look down at me.
Welcome to Wednesday!! I have an update for the fans ofRun To You.
Don’t worry. The series is not going on hiatus or being abandoned. However, it will be delayed a little longer. I am so sorry. I never meant to start posting before I finished the story, but due to my magnificent procrastination skills, I had to post the first few chapters to meet deadlines for a challenge and bingo squares I used.
We’ve gotten to a tricky part in the tale, and I want to make sure that I don’t have any plot holes or miss a detail. So, it will be a couple of more weeks before the next chapter arrives. I want to finish the story before I start posting again. The concept and outline are there; I just need to fill in the blanks. The ending is already written…☺️
Here’s a little snippet that’s currently in one of the upcoming chapters.
The door opens, and he looks startled to see her. She pushes herself up, the sensation of pins and needles shoot up her spine, replacing the numbness, and she leans against the wall for support.
“Did you mean what you said earlier?”
He looks like a jungle cat ready to pounce. She nods, licking her lips.
“I need you to say it.” He growls, fingers furling and unfurling at his sides.
I appreciate your patience!
Any other authors or artists want to share something from a WIP?
Do some self-promotion! Get us excited about your upcoming works!
Tagging a few peeps that might have something to share.
This snippet sounds amazing!! I love a feral Dean, especially one who needs to hear your consent. I got chills!!
For WIP Wednesday, I’ve got a lil’ something in the works for a GIF drabble requested by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior . I don’t know when it will be completed, but here’s a sneak peak!
A cool dampness along your brow had you stirring. But it was the hushed words overhead that had you peeling your eyes open.
The room had darkened considerably so that the yellow florescent lights haloed Dean’s head as he leaned over you.
Thanks for the tag, Yvette!! I’m so excited to see what you’ve come up with for the gif I sent!! (For the life of me, I can’t remember which gif I sent! ) It’s gonna be awesome though, cause you’re writing it!! The excerpt sounds amazing! What’s he up to? ❤️❤️
I’m currently writing the next entry in my Dear Fucking Diary Series. I’m having a lot of fun writing it. Should be out by the end of this weekend, I think! I’m also working on Ch. 2 of my To Catch Lightning in a Bottle series, and just barely started Ch. 4 of The Quicksilver Princess.
But here is a little excerpt from the 12th entry of DFD.
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Hey DD!
Okay. Ready for this?
I’m sitting on a beach in Hawaii. The water is this ridiculously beautiful blue green color, the sand is like silk, and the sun - well, okay the sun is blocked by the giant beach umbrella I’m sitting under because let’s face it, I’m still a sad, pale thing that bursts into flames like a vampire if I sit in the sun for too long.
So, I’m covered in SPF 600 and I’m sitting in the shade. But the air is still warm and heavy, and the breeze smells like the salty ocean and it is heaven on earth.
I almost didn’t make it here.
So, about three months ago, we got an invitation in the mail.
“Why the fuck are they getting married in Hawaii?” Dean asked as he read through the wedding invitation from Sam and Jess for the hundredth time, as though the information might change.
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That’s what I got! Tagging some folks - no pressure!
Thank you for tagging me @mvdeanw and@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior (I need to continue reading this series by the way ! Love me some Dean on the beach )
Here’s a little excerpt from the next chapter of A Supernatural Journey I have to edit :
I frowned but quickly realized we were the one who had actually made out in the kitchen and that Sam had teased me about it. He had without any doubt done the same thing to his brother.
Feeling myself blush at the memory, I lowered my head to avoid his gaze. My eyes fell on my hand still on Dean’s arm and quickly dropped it, breaking the physical touch between us.
I crossed my arms, hiding my hands under my armpits and turned away from him. I hadn’t paid attention to the way I was touching Dean more and more. But I was now remembering every time I had touched him in any way. And for me, letting my hands wander without even thinking about it on another human, without any thoughts behind, meant only one thing : I really liked that person.
You could hear the hustle and bustle of the many bodies that took up the large conference room before you even made it to the door. So many people talking and laughing, and you knew that your fake smile and laugh would be joining them soon.
With a squeeze of his arm, Dean had you looking up at him. He shot you a wink and started pulling you into the room without you saying if you were ready or not. He knew you weren’t, and he knew you may never be, so he was jumping into the shark tank head first while pulling you along with him.
A lot of the people you could see right off the bat were just distant aunts, uncles and cousins. People you really didn’t talk to, even at these things. They kept to their own circle while you tried to avoid yours. Out of everyone in that room there were only a few that you knew you would see this week, because it was the same few that you see every time.
Of course, there was your mom. The queen of it all and the one you wished you could hide from the most. There was your step dad that you adored. He definitely related to you more than anyone else there and you actually looked forward to seeing him every time these things came around.
Then there was your cousin, Jackie. She was your best friend and the one you could turn to about anything, includingfamily. She never ratted you out and you two were like your own little circle within a circle.
But then that brought you to your aunt Tanya and her daughter Hannah. They were set on a peg just below your mom. They were rich bitches and they always gloated. It was sickening. You honestly didn’t know which was worse sometimes, your mom or those two. If you could just avoid all three, that’d be great.
The further the two of you moved into the room, the more you felt your heart rate rise. The quartz floors sparkled as you stepped across it and the noise from the rest of the family was making you feel so small because you already knew how they saw you. Then you imagined your mom walking up to the two of you, and that just made everything crumble.
“Dean, wait.” you locked your arm in place, bringing him to a stop.
“What?” he asks as you just stand there, your eyes scanning the full room. He can see the panic in your face, your cheeks flushing.
“I can’t do this.” you finally whisper, your body turning to face him as your eyes struggle to look away from the reunion of people.
“Y/N…”
“I can’t!” you quietly cry out so that no one else notices that you’re there yet. “They’ll see right through this. My mom will see right through this and it’ll be a disaster. They are so judgmental and I just…I can’t…” Before you can even register what’s going on, Dean has pulled you a little closer and attached his lips to yours. Then his free hand meets the side of your face before he pulls away and you can do nothing but just stare at him.
“Let them judge.” A shaky breath finally leaves you and yet you can still feel his lips on yours. Like an aftershock that just won’t quit. “I need you to trust me, Y/N. Because if you don’t, you’re right, it won’t work.”
“Y/N!?” You hear your name being called from across the room before you can even begin to pull yourself back from that kiss let alone tell Dean that you trust him. Or at least tell him that you’re trying to.
“Y/N! Oh my God!” You turn just as your cousin Jackie runs up to you, an empty glass in her hand as she goes to swing her arms around you. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she squeezes you tight before pulling away, her arms still wrapped around you. “I thought you said you weren’t coming this time?”
“No. I said I mightnot be coming.”
“Oh. Well, I’m so glad you did because I missed you so much!” she cried as she pulled you back into a bone crushing hug. It wasn’t until she pulled away again that she even glanced in Dean’s direction, but once she saw him, she was awestruck.
“And who is this?” she breathes as she finally lets you go and you can’t help but chuckle at her reaction. Her eyes are locked on Dean like he’s the only one in the room and she’s practically drooling over him.
“Jackie, this is Dean. Dean, my cousin, Jackie.” you introduced, your hand gesturing between them while they stepped forward and Dean took her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Oh, trust me…the pleasure’s allmine.”
“Jackie!” you scolded quietly, but you didn’t miss the grin on Dean’s face.
“Sorry.” she breathed again; probably the only breathing she was able to do at the moment, then she stepped back, curling the hand that Dean just had in his. “I uh…I need to top off my drink so…I’ll just leave you two alone.” She had to rip her eyes away from your date and when she locked gazes with you, she winked.
“So, that’s Jackie.” Dean states as you both watch your cousin walk away.
“Yeah. She’s great. The only one here other than my dad that I can trust with anything and who doesn’t stab me in the back.”
“Good to know.”
“There’s my princess.” Dean watched your smile grow before you turned away from him again, this time to greet an older gentleman. But the only thing that tipped him off that he was older was the gray in his hair, otherwise he was aging very well.
“Dad.” you seem to sigh in relief as you fall into his embrace.
“How are you, sweet pea?”
“I’m good.” you whisper to him before pulling away, and that’s when the man locked eyes on Dean.
You had told Dean that your step dad was in the army and with his own dad having a similar background, he made sure to stand straight and make eye contact when he looked at him.
“You didn’t tell me that you’ve been seeing someone, Y/N.”
“I know. I’m sorry, dad, it’s just been…”
“Nice to meet you sir.” Dean greets as you struggle to finish your sentence. He leans forward and takes your dad’s hand, giving it a nice firm shake.
“Good to meet you…”
“Dean.”
“Dean.” your dad repeats softly, letting his eyes rake over your date. “Military man?”
“No, sir. But my dad was.”
“Oh yeah? Where was he?”
“Marine Corps. Corporal.”
“Nice.” You smile when you see that your dad’s impressed. Not that you thought he wouldn’t be, but he also wasn’t the one to please here. At least, not the only one. “So, how long have you two been together?”
“Just about two months now.” you answer, giving Dean a bit of a break.
“Not too long then.” he says, glancing at you before locking eyes with Dean again. “Very bold of you to show up to a reunion where you’re going to meet her entire family.”
“Yeah, well…” Dean slid his arm around your waist and smiled down at you. “I know she didn’t want to come alone and I just want to make sure she’s happy.” Your dad’s smile grew as he looked between the two of you.
“I’m liking you already.”
“There she is!” The tender moment is interrupted by a familiar high voice, and though you know who it is, you wait until your eyes confirm it.
“Oh god…” you breathe, turning into Dean a bit before your mom’s hands are on your cheeks and she’s placing rough kisses all over your face.
“Oh my girl!” her hands flatten against your cheeks, practically squishing your face. “Hmm.” and here it comes…
The way she tilts her head and looks you over, you know that she’s found something that she can pick fun at. You’re just waiting to hear it.
As her right hand slides down under your chin, she pats your jaw a few times before that infamous disappointed look in her eyes makes its appearance.
“Oh, honey. It looks like you’ve gained a little weight.” You try to hold in your irritation when she lets go of you, but that’s when she sees Dean. This is going to be terrible, is all that you had going through your head. You just wanted to grip onto Dean’s hand and run for the exit.
“Oh…” her eyes rake over your date and though this entire relationship is fake, you still feel this twist in your gut that makes you want to throw up. You couldn’t believe it. Your own mother was checking out your boyfriend. Not that it surprises you, but it still bothers you nonetheless. “And who are you?”
“Mom…” Turning into Dean’s left side and wrapping your arms around him, he follows your lead and holds you close, his hand visible on your waist. “This is my boyfriend. Dean.” It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it still hit deep when she started to laugh.
“You…no. There is no way that you are dating my daughter.” Dean can feel your hand shaking against his side and to calm you, he reaches his right hand over and holds yours firm against his body, keeping his smile as he looks away from you and up to your mother.
“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I amdating your daughter.” Her eyes slide back and forth between the two of you for a moment before she has to add one more stab.
“Was it on a dare or something?”
“Okay. Honey, why don’t we leave these two alone, let them get some food, alright?”
“Okay.” your mom giggles as your dad pulls her away, but she plants her feet at one point to shoot out another bullet. “By the way…Dean. When this doesn’t work out, you know, the two of you…I want you to know that it was reallynice to meet you.” As she sends a wink in your direction, not only is your patience gone, but so is your dad’s.
“Let’s go!” Your dad pushes, kind of giving her a shove in the other direction. After she’s a few steps away, your dad takes a hold of your arm to get your attention.
“Don’t let her get to you.”
“I try.” He pulls on a smile and kisses your cheek before giving Dean a nod.
“I’ll see you two soon.” It didn’t register with you that you were still in Dean’s embrace. Not until his left hand slid up your back.
“Well ain’t she a gem.” When all you do is nod, Dean pulls away a bit and looks down at you. He could see you absorbing everything your mother had said and saw that it was taking you over.
“Hey.” Pulling on your waist, he turns you so that you’re facing only him now and he presses two of his fingers under your chin to get you to look up at him. “You look beautiful.” But his attempt was shot down. You scoffed and rolled your eyes a bit as you tried to look behind you.
“I’m serious.” he pushes, making you look back at him. “You should listen to your dad. Shedoesn’t know what she’s talking about.” You force your eyes to drop from his again, not caring that he wanted you to look at him. You felt stupid and naïve. How could you ever think you could walk into one of these and actually meet the standards of everyone else.
“Why don’t we go grab a drink, huh?” You lift your head a bit, but not enough that it satisfies him. He just knows he’s going to have to work even harder to keep you on his level throughout this week.
“Come on.”
There were a few greetings while Dean led you through the crowd, and like always, you plastered on a smile and squeezed in a few words, but you were dying for that drink. So you made it as short and sweet as you possibly could and kept moving.
Dean was quick to put in your order as you approached the long bar and it still surprised you on how fast he learned your drink.
“So, what happened to your dad?” he asks after the bartender sets your drinks in front of you.
You look away for a minute, spotting your dad across the room and you become slightly confused on what Dean means.
“Nothing?” When Dean notices you glancing at your step dad, he can’t help but chuckle a bit.
“No. I mean your actualdad.”
“Oh.” Taking the small black stir stick, you let it roam around your glass for a second before getting up the energy to answer. “He uh…he died. When I was two.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Died doing what he loved from what I hear.” you laugh a bit before taking a sip of your drink. “I honestly don’t even remember him. I have pictures and that’s it, really.” Cradling his beer, Dean gave you a sweet smile before looking around the room. There wasn’t an abundance of people, but it was a pretty full room considering.
“So. We have breakfast tomorrow morning and a big farewell dinner at the end of the week…any other scheduled occasions I should know about?” You smile into your drink, enjoying the strength of the alcohol before bringing it to rest on the bar’s counter.
“Uh…not really. It’s mostly a go about your own business type of thing. You get to go around and do what you want, with who you want and just let the gossip circle around on its own.”
“So, I’m guessing before now, you’ve just been…”
“Stuck with my mom.” you giggle as you take another drink. “Yeah. That and my aunt Tanya and her daughter.”
“I’m guessing they’re just as bad as your mom?”
“Sometimes worse.” you admit quickly. “Tanya…she just…” you scoff lightly as you struggle to find the right words to describe your aunt. “I swear she thinks she’s the queen of this whole room. Her and my mom are the ones who usually set this up and her daughter is just as big headed as her.”
“Are you sure you weren’t adopted? Or…maybe switched at birth or something?” he jokes, but there still seems to be a hint of seriousness in there.
“You seriously have no idea how many times I’ve asked myself that same question.”
“Look who decided to show up!” The familiar voice had you tensing up again, and Dean was definitely beginning to understand why you were so tense on the days leading up to this.
He sees a woman walk up behind you, blonde hair, long and slightly curled with blue eyes and an expensive cocktail dress hugging her body down to her thighs. She had money, there was no doubt about that.
“Hannah.” you greeted with a forced smile. “Looking beautiful as ever.”
“Yeah.” she giggles. One that actually makes Dean cringe a bit on the inside. “And look at you. Dressed up in…” she pauses for a moment and takes a step back, looking you up and down. “…you know…I think I saw that in the Walmart catalog when I was at the dentist office the other day.” she laughs and you fight back the urge to punch her in the face. “It’s cute.” You know she’s lying. Hell, the bartender knows she’s lying.
You can feel Dean step up behind you, pressing himself against your back as his free hand finds your waist and you know he’s trying to give you comfort. Reminding you that he’s right there and that you need to use him to block out the verbal abuse.
“Right.” you breathe, taking in a good breath as you tilt your head up. “Hannah, this is my boyfriend, Dean.” Her eyes do the same thing your moms did. There’s a shock, but then they’re instantly eating him up and you can practically see her brain working on ways to steal him from you.
“Wow. Well, aren’t you just a big piece of eye candy.”
“Here you go, pumpkin.” Dean’s eyes avert from your cousins as a man walks up behind her, handing her a drink.
“Thanks.” she whispers to him before turning back to you and Dean, a cocky smile on her face as she looks from Dean to you. “You remember Josh, right Y/N?” You meet Josh’s gaze for a moment before turning a bit in Dean’s body.
“Hey, Y/N.” Josh greets with an almost too stiff expression.
“Hey.” you greet back, letting Dean’s body stop you from running for the door.
“Josh used to be Y/N’s boyfriend way back when.” Hannah spits out with a large grin as she locks eyes with Dean. “Don’t worry. You’ll come to your senses too. Just give it time.”
Not taking another word, you set your glass down on the bar and slip out of Dean’s embrace. He looks over his shoulder as he watches you moving quickly through the crowd, heading for the wall of large floor to ceiling windows and glass doors.
“Hmm. Typical.” Dean hears your cousin scoff out and he sends her a bit of a glare before following your same path.
He hated to admit that you were right. He didn’t take you as seriously as he should have when you talked about your family, but he was here now and to be honest, he was grateful he was. No one deserved to be treated this way. He honestly wasn’t sure why you even made the trip every time it came up. But of course your mom would probably just come and hunt you down if you didn’t show. It was clear that everyone saw you in the same light. Everyone but your step dad and your cousin Jackie. Again, just like you said.
As he reached the doors and stepped out into the warm evening air, it didn’t take him long to look down the way and see you leaning against the metal railing. He weaved through a few rows of tables before coming up alongside you.
“You sure you’re not regretting coming with me?” He grinned a bit before leaning on the rail next to you.
“Meh. But it’d be kind of fucked up to leave you right now.” You huffed out a little laugh, but still hadn’t looked in his direction.
“I wouldn’t blame you though.”
It remained silent for a few minutes after that. Both of you just looked out to the ocean, listening to the waves rolling in and creeping up onto the shore. A light breeze brought you some comfort, but it didn’t take away the knowledge of everyone inside the building behind you.
“I thought you only had one long relationship.” Dean finally breaks the silence, feeling guilty for bringing up such a sensitive topic but was too curious to wipe it away.
“I did.” you reply fairly quickly, your voice as strained as he expected it to be. “It was with Josh.” you admit before going quiet for a few more beats. In that time, Dean felt the crushing pain just rolling off you.
“It was so weird. We were in high school so…I wasn’t sure if it would last or not. But I was happy, and there was always this little sliver of hope that maybe this could be it. Maybe after all those years of…ugh.” you stop to sniffle and wipe away some stray tears.
“I thought I had finally caught my break. But…at one of our family BBQ’s, I caught Hannah talking to him, and she was giggling and…touching him. It was clear she was flirting with him. But he seemed to always brush her off, you know? I thought that he was just being polite since she was family and all that.” He saw your jaw lock up a bit and another tear slide down the side of your face, but this one you just let go.
“But then the following year…I had lost him in the crowd somewhere. Was trying to find him to see if he wanted to help me get the dessert out and set it up.” your head dropped a bit as you and you sniffled a few more times. “I finally found him after about ten minutes. He was up in my room…with her.” Dean’s eyes fell shut as he could practically picture what you walked in on.
“That was one of the last times we had a BBQ at our house and my mom started doing these destination things. But, every year….there they are.”
“I’m so sorry.” Dean finally says, not sure what else he can say to that.
“They always win. I really don’t know why I keep trying sometimes. I mean…when I emailed you I was just so irritated about all the texts I was getting. I told my mom that I might not be able to make it because of work, and she had spread word so fast. My phone was blowing up with texts and emails…and I couldn’t take it. I was hoping that if I could bring someone, that maybe…just maybe they would look at me and for once not have anything to say but congratulations.” Dean’s jaw ticked as he felt the frustration seep into him.
“I’m such a fucking idiot to think that could be a thing.”
“No, you’re not.” he could hear you scoff. “You’re not. It’s not right how they treat you and it’s only normal to want that kind of acceptance from your family. You’re not an idiot, Y/N.” You could feel his hand meet your upper back and he began to lightly massage your neck. But as the two of you heard a faint, “There you are.” in the distance, his hand slid down your back. You both pulled away from the rail and looked over to see your stepdad heading your way with a soft smile on his face.
“I was just about to call it a night, but I had to say goodnight to my girl.” And just like that, Dean saw your sadness disappear and a smile spread across your face as you went in for a hug with the man. “That, and I wanted to see if you wanted to use me as your own escape decoy.”
“He knows me.” you say to Dean after a few moments of just smiling at your father.
The three of you then keep close as you make your way through the crowded room and out the other side. The halls were quiet as everyone was still chatting and drinking away in the large room.
“You two are on the third floor, right?”
“Yeah.” Your dad hit the silver button on the elevator and stood with you both until it arrived. “Thanks, dad.”
“Of course. I know that I’ve had my fair share, so I knew you had to be ready to run for the exit.” The three of you share a light laugh and that’s when the elevator doors open. “You two have a good night.”
“He really does get you.” Dean says after your dad heads down the hall and the two of you step into the elevator.
You had ended up dozing off a bit on the plane, but when you woke you saw that Dean was just sitting patiently and playing on his phone. He saw you shift and looked over, smiling at you when he saw your eyes open and you had smiled back, desperately trying not to think too much about how your hair was probably all messed up and that you probably looked like something out of a horror movie.
The plane was getting ready to descend after you had sat up and ran your fingers through your hair a few times, and you were grateful that you had gotten up before the captain got on the intercom because you have woken up from that before and damn, if your heart had not been attached to veins and locked inside your chest, it would for sure have been on the floor. That is a very disturbing way to wake up.
“Good afternoon everybody. It looks like we’re just about ten minutes away from landing at Sangster International airport, so I would like for you to take this time to clean up any trash you may still have, make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened and that your tray tables are up and locked in place.” Seeing as Dean was using his tray table to rest his hands on while he messed around on his phone, he pulled away and locked it in place. He even got a drink some time while you were sleeping, because he downed the rest of the clear liquid and waited for the flight attendants to come around so he could toss it.
“It is approximately three forty eight, Montego Bay time, and it is still bright and sunny with a temperature at about eighty two degrees. So make sure your seats are in their upright positions and prepare for landing. And let me be the first to welcome you to Montego Bay, Jamaica.”
“For someone who is about to land in paradise, you sure seem tense.” Though your eyes were on the water outside your window, you couldn’t help but roll your them and then glare over at your companion playfully, making him chuckle.
“You just wait. Once you meet my family you won’t be questioning why I’m so tense anymore.”
“They can’t be that bad.” he mutters just before the flight attendants come by, and that’s when he tosses his cup in the large trash bag, thanking them quietly before turning back to you. But that grin he had was making you feel like he wasn’t taking you as seriously as he should be.
“Well, you know those families where everyone is out of their mind but at the end of the day they’re your family, so you love them?” With a half grin still plastered to his face, he nods. “Mine’s not like that.” and finally, that grin that was bothering you finally dropped a little.
“I love my dad.” you add, bringing back his smile just a bit. “But, since he’s my stepdad, he’s technically not family. He’s more like a hostage.” The quiet snort made you smile, but again, you wish you were kidding. Only time would give him the truth.
Getting off the plane was smoother than most experiences you’ve had in the past. Dean had slid out pretty quickly, gesturing for you to hurry and unbuckle yourself as he went to pull down your bags. Once he had them in his grasp, he nodded for you to take the lead, and just like that the two of you were off the plane within the first five minutes of it parking at the gate.
Of course, waiting for your luggage at baggage claim was a waiting game, but after sitting for over six hours, it just felt good to be standing finally.
With luggage in tow, the two of you maneuvered through the airport, making your way to the rental car counter. That was another few steps too, and you hated the inner battle that was going on inside you. You were anxious to get this done so you could get to the hotel and relax, but at the same time you were still dreading the whole family interaction. So where did that leave you exactly? Your own personal purgatory; and yet, somehow that seemed better than anything else right now.
“And how many drivers are we going to have?”
“Well…” Dean glanced to you, but then quickly turned back to the woman behind the counter. “I think I’m going to do most of the driving, but I’d put her name down just in case she needs to run away from me.” A quiet snicker comes from you as he nudges your arm, giving you a quick smile before you start to give the woman your info.
Once everything was squared away, she walked you both outside and took you to the rental car that you would have for the week. After everything was set, Dean stuck the bags in the back of the SUV and then hopped in next to you in the drivers seat.
“How you doing over there?” As he starts up the car, you notice that he caught you nervously playing with your hands.
“I’m alright.” He nods. Grateful that you’re being honest with him.
After pushing the shifter into drive, his right hand reached over and took a hold of yours, squeezing a bit as he focused on getting you both out of the airport parking lot.
The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, but Dean wanted to go over a few more basics that weren’t gone over on the plane. Like your birthday, your favorite color, favorite food, music genre, movies. Anything that someone you’re dating would clearly know about.
“Son of a…” All the cars parked in the parking lot had your heart beating like crazy and your stomach flipping, and not in a good way. This was it. Before this moment it was all talk and emails, but now you were here and you brought your hired date.
“They seriously rented this entire place out?” You nod as Dean pulls the car through the lot, looking for a good spot to park.
“Yeah. So, unless they work here, everyone you see from here on out is my family.”
The mixture of palm trees and other greenery was a beautiful welcome as you both walked into the lobby. The humidity was surprisingly not too bad considering it was mid afternoon.
Dean was gentleman enough to take your bag along with his, letting you only carry your carry on bag over your shoulder.
Check in was easy. Your mom had already set your room on the third floor, so once you gave the people at the desk your name, they smiled and handed you your key cards and let you be on your way.
“Alright…” you said as you both stepped into the suite. The family had chosen this destination in the past, so it wasn’t anything new to you; Dean on the other hand, despite all his destination weddings, his eyes were slightly widened as he looked around.
The king sized bed was just off to the left, white sheets, white comforter with teal accent pillows; across from that was a nice wooden dresser with a flat screen on top. Bathroom was off to your left too, and he was sure that it was huge without even being able to see inside it yet. Then a nice seating area just beyond a wooden archway equipped with a sofa and a small table that fit two; and just beyond that, the balcony with a perfect view of the ocean.
“We have just over an hour before we meet downstairs for cocktails.”
“Okay.” Dean cleared his throat, going back to focusing on you. “So…is tonight the black tie night, or…” Right, the other thing about this week. You had made sure Dean had gotten a tux for this week because that was just another one of their crazy traditions.
“No. Not tonight. Tonight, just wear jeans and a nice shirt.”
“So…what’s the tux for?” Sighing heavily, you pulled your shoes off and dropped them by the side of the bed that you have officially claimed.
“The tux is for the last night. Like some…fancy final goodbye that they do.” Dean nodded and went to set his bag by the dresser. “You mind if I take the shower first?” As he looked back to you, his eyes shifted to the bathroom briefly.
“No. Go for it.”
“Thanks.” you force a quick, nervous smile and then move around the bed, squeezing passed him before slipping into the bathroom. Dean took that time to look around a little more.
The place wasn’t big, but it was gorgeous and honestly the perfect size for two people for a week. But one thing he noticed was it lacked a kitchen. Not even a little nook was hidden anywhere. It was one straight room separated into three sections. The bedroom and bathroom, the little sitting area and then the balcony which held a nice table set and…a tub?
His face in a slight scowl, he moves out to the balcony, loving how the ocean is the only thing he can see except the palm trees swaying around him. You had a corner unit which almost made the balcony feel bigger than the actual room. But right now, his interest was in this tub. There was seriously a tub on the balcony. A sleek, freestanding tub waiting for someone to fill it with water and slip in. There was a thick curtain that was hooked to the wall that he could release if he wanted, though Dean didn’t think it would actually be necessary. Being as high as you were and the area that was visible from the balcony, someone would have to be out in the ocean to see one of you in there. Even then, they’d be too far out to even make out any nakedness.
But now, back to his other dilemma. No kitchen. What happened when he would want a beer later in the night, or some snacks when he couldn’t sleep?
As he moved back into the room, he glanced around a bit before seeing a slim book on the coffee table. After opening it, he could see that this place was strictly room service. But at least it was 24/7. That made him feel a little better.
After wrapping one of the robes around you and towel drying your hair, you couldn’t help but just stand there and stare into the mirror. None of this felt real. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you hired a man to be your date for the week. You have literally put down enough money for a down payment on a brand new car just so that you didn’t have to be alone this week.
You still had your doubts and they were screaming in your head. With every passing minute you were getting closer and closer to facing your mother and you had this sickening feeling that she was going to see right through this.
Taking a final deep breath and running your fingers through your damp hair, you turned for the door and tried to put on your brave face. If such a thing even existed.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped out was his shirt laying across the bed. Right next to the outfit he was most likely wearing for the evening. But it didn’t click with you what you were seeing until you looked up at the man who was now moving towards you.
An involuntary gasp shook through you as your eyes landed on the half naked man in your room. The perfectly sculpted chest along with the perfectly toned muscles in his shoulders and arms…they about made you pass out.
The drink he was handing to you was completely ignored as all you could look at was his exposed torso, but you somehow were able to pull yourself together and take the glass from him, studying it for a moment before letting a small grin pull at your face.
“My favorite.”
“I’m good at my job.” his hand brushes yours as he pulls it away, but he leans in at the same time. You can feel his breath against your neck before he even speaks.
“Relax.” he whispers right into your ear. His sultry voice coming out extremely sexy. Or maybe that was just because you saw him shirtless and everything about him was making you think dirty thoughts.
You’re able to sneak another look before he disappears completely and when you hear the shower turn on, you try so hard not to picture him stripping his pants off.
You knew you were screwed. This week was literally going to kill you one way or another. It was either going to be at the hands of your mother, Dean or possibly even yourself. But inevitably, you were dead.
While he showered, you took that time to relax. Or attempt to do so. You figured he wouldn’t be long and this gave your hair some time to dry before you got dressed and put on your makeup. You were just trying so hard to stop your stomach from twirling. It felt like it was getting harder and harder to ignore and you were sure that it wasn’t going to stop.
Dean was in the shower for no more than ten minutes, which was perfect. With just about a half hour left, you had just enough time to get dressed and fix your face up a little and then…well, you really didn’t want to think about that.
With only a towel wrapped around his waist, it was even harder not to stare now than it was before.
“Bathroom’s all yours.” You had no choice but to gulp down the lodge in your throat.
“Thanks.” Having to literally fight your eyes from staring, you slid by him, and you just knew that he knew what he was doing to you. That’s why he didn’t move out of the way.
“You’re allowed to look, you know? It’s all part of the package.” You pause at the door and you know that your attempt at a smile is just plain idiotic. You had to look like some loner teen who walked in on the hot couple having sex. You couldn’t even look him in the eye before disappearing into the steamy room.
Thankfully the meeting place is just downstairs cause it takes you longer to get ready than you expect. But the little show you had before tucking yourself away in there didn’t help matters.
All the men you could have chosen for this week were good looking, but you’re pretty sure that you had booked the hottest guy they had. And you didn’t even do it on purpose!
The final touches of your makeup were applied and that’s when you looked over yourself again. This time as a finished product. You felt pretty, but you knew that your mom would find something wrong with it. Whether it be the outfit or you. Just another thing to look forward to.
Running your hands through your hair, you turned for the door. You weren’t ready by any means but you didn’t really have a choice.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, you caught Dean just getting off the couch. He must have heard you come out and by the looks of it, he was ready to go.
Dark jeans and a white, short sleeved button up made him drool worthy. He looked dressy and yet casual, which is exactly what you were going for. Tonight was just a quick gathering, pretty much showing off who had shown up and who didn’t.
“You look great.” At his compliment, you practically had forgotten what you were wearing.
Your white dress was flowy and loose. The perfect outfit for a warm night in paradise. The deep V neck had you worried about your cleavage, but it was honestly the only dress you could find that fit the atmosphere, that fit you and was affordable.
“Thank you.” Stepping around the end of the bed, Dean held out his arm, waiting for you to hook yours in.
“Ready?”
Again, sorry for the long Hiatus! Hoping to be able to stick around a little while now! love you all, hope you enjoyed the new installment! Chapter 4 will be coming soon!
You never really considered yourself a very confident person, but you had to admit, getting a little dressed up and taking the time to pretty up your face was giving you a chance to smile at yourself.
The makeup was light, but you added a few more touches that you usually wouldn’t. You applied a little bit of foundation, just to give your face that little bit of glow, then you added a little lip gloss. Something to pop your lips a little more, some color and a little shimmer. Eyeliner and mascara were your go tos for everyday life, but they seemed to even brighten up your face more with the help of the others.
Smiling at yourself, you then reached for the earrings you had chosen for the night. Taking the back off one, you turn your head a bit and slip the hook in your ear lobe with ease. Something you don’t always get since you lack earrings on a day to day basis. Just another thing you only do for special occasions.
Preparing the second earring, you could hear large boots taking on the stairs out in the other room. You smile even more knowing that Dean was home and you couldn’t wait to see what he thought of your little get up.
“Hey! I’m just about done, I’ll be out in a sec!” you yell out to him as you slide in your second earring, this one of course giving you a little more fight than the last. But once you got it in, you grabbed the small back piece and slowly made your way out into the other room; your smile as big as ever as you turned the corner because you were overly excited to see him after such a long day.
“Hey! How was your…” your sentence and excitement were immediately cut off when you saw him. Instead of being met with his bright smile and amazing green eyes, you saw his beautiful lips in a frown, his head low and his lively eyes full of confusion and hurt.
“Hey…” Walking up to him, you place your hand along his arm as you try to get him to look up at you. “What is it? What happened?” His tongue poked out against his lips briefly before he was able to look up, and you swear that only hurt you more.
“I uh…I’m sorry, I hate to do this but, can…” he finally looks you in the eye, regret spilling from him as he shakes his head a bit. “…can we just stay in tonight?”
“Yeah.” There was no question, and never would be. Not when he looked like that. “Of course we can.” you say, calming him as you lift your hand to his chest and run your fingers over his white button up.
“I um…why don’t you go and get out of this.” you tug on the lapel of his jacket a bit. “And I um…I’ll head upstairs and order us something, okay?”
“Okay.” he agrees, his right hand coming up to your hip and holding you there for a moment as he dips down and kisses you on the cheek.
You watch him walk into the bedroom before you carefully make your way up stairs and go for the take out menus in the kitchen. Sam and Sarah went out on their own date, so it was just the two of you in the house now. You find one of your favorite places and call them up, putting in an order fairly quickly before heading back downstairs to change out of your dress and heels and into your pajamas.
Dean was in the bathroom at that time, so by the time he came out, you were just finishing up. You hung your dress back up and then went into the bathroom to remove the mask you had applied not too long ago. You were sad to see it go, but you also knew that Dean would definitely give you another chance to do it again.
When you left the bathroom for the second time that night, you smiled softly when you saw Dean sitting on the couch, the controller resting on his thigh while his hand lazily laid over it. He was looking in the direction of the TV, but you were sure by the blankness on his face that he wasn’t paying any attention to it. Moving around the back of the couch, he didn’t even look up at you, which confirmed your thoughts.
Resting your hands on his shoulders, you start to massage them a bit, finally getting his attention. He attempts to look over his shoulder at you, but you just barely get a view of the side of his face before he drops his head.
Carefully, you climb over the back of the couch, spreading your legs so that Dean’s body fits perfectly between them before continuing to work the stress out of his neck and shoulders.
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but you know I’m here if you need to, right?” He remains silent, his head just dangling as he enjoys the feeling of your hands working their magic. But, then his right hand lifts and lands on yours, effectively stopping your movements.
At first you thought that maybe you hurt him. Maybe he got into a fight or he just got hurt on some job he was on and you hit an injured spot.
“Eddie lied to me.” You lean a bit to the left as you try to look at him, but his head is still low. Though at least he’s looking more in your direction now.
“About what?”
“About Cassies killer.” Your eyes widen a bit, but you don’t truly know how bad it is yet. “They don’t have him.”
“What!?” your shock came out more like a cry. “Why would he lie about that?” Dean shakes his head a bit, letting his hand fall from yours now.
You take that opportunity to climb over the rest of the couch and you slide into his lap, straddling him now as your hands meet the sides of his face.
“Dean…”
“Bobby said they had him. They had DNA evidence and they were so close to getting him.”
“So…what happened?” Now that he was talking again, you let your hands slip down his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as you tried to continue with the comforting touches.
“They lost it.” he nods at your shock. “Someone stole it all. Everything they had…it’s gone.”
“Someone…wait, what?” As if it was like he was hearing it all for the first time, he lifts his head and looks away from you for a moment. “Someone stole it? Like…came into the station or the lab or whatever, and stole it.”
“Yeah.”
“But…how does…”
“I don’t know.” Feeling defeated yourself from this information, you let your hands fall from him, your mind racing as you stare down at his chest.
“But…why lie about it? Why not just…not tell you anything and just…”
“Cause they did get someone.” As you looked to him for answers, he took a deep breath and slid his hands along your waist. “Apparently there were two of them. They caught the guy who attacked her outside the bar. But the one who…”
“Is still out there.” you finished the sentence that neither of you wanted to complete. “Either that, or someone’s covering for the person who did.”
“Yeah.” Now that everything was out, the hurt hit you. It felt like a punch to the gut, and you didn’t even want to think about how he was feeling.
“I’m so sorry.” you whisper softly, your hands sliding back up his chest and up to the base of his neck. “I can’t even…” Dean sighs softly through his nose, his right hand sliding across your arm until he reaches your cheek.
“It’s okay.” his thumb drags along your skin, his eyes exhausted as he looks at you. “I just…I don’t even know how to feel right now.” Your hands slowly meet the sides of his face as you lean in, your lips lightly brushing against his.
“I’m sorry for canceling our date.” he whispers against your lips, his eyes closed as he grips the exposed skin on your waist.
“You didn’t cancel it. You just changed the plans.” you stole another kiss before he could apologize anymore.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to make anything up to me.” With your forehead resting against his, you run your fingers along his neck and up into his hair where you start to lightly massage his scalp. He releases a quiet, satisfied moan and lets his head fall forward even more. You chuckle a little as you sit back a bit, letting his head rest on your chest now. He lets out a drawn out breath, clearly comfortable in his new position.
You keep running the tips of your fingers through his soft strands, even letting them travel down the back of his neck here and there. Dean didn’t seem to mind. He just continued to release quiet noises of agreement.
When his hands lightened their grip on your waist though, you let out a breathy chuckle as you tried to look at his hidden face.
“Don’t fall asleep before food gets here.” His groan this time was a little deeper. Obviously that’s exactly what was happening. “You need to eat something.” you giggle, still enjoying the feeling of his hair slipping between your fingers.
“Then you should probably stop doing that.”
“But I love your hair.” He smiles a little before lifting his head. Your hands slide back along his neck as he sits up; his sleepy, yet adorable eyes looking into yours. You think he’s going to say something, but instead he just leans in.
Dean only planned on a quick, sweet kiss, but the thing is, your lips were a drug to him. The way they moved with his just kept him wanting more. So the one turned into two, then into three. When he finally forces separation, he keeps close as he lets his fingers run along your side.
Dean had those same piercing green eyes that you remembered. eyes that you had looked at every night for years, eyes you thought you would look into for the rest of your life.
“Y/N, we knew that it was never going to work, I was a hunter and you were just a college student trying to go to law school”
You could feel the saltwater in your eyes just thinking about when you first met him at Stanford.
“I ruined Sam’s path, the same exact path you had, all because of hunting. I couldn’t ruin yours too.”
Dean hadn’t moved an inch since the moment the conversation started.
“I fell in love with you the moment you and your brother came to Stanford for that case, and for three years all you did was lie to me. You told me you loved me but all you were doing was stringing me along.”
he took his first step toward you but you put one foot behind you to keep the same distance.
“I never lied to you Y/N. I loved you more than I had ever loved anyone. every second of those three years and every day after I have loved you.”
he took another step and you didn’t hasten a retreat this time.
“Then why did you say the things that you did that night Dean?”
he continued his advance toward you.
“I didn’t want you to get hurt in the long run, I didn’t want you injured, killed, or worse because of the line of work I’m in. So I hurt you in that moment to stop any future hurt, it was the only way.”
Summary- Dean and Y/N had left hunting, gotten married, and living the apple pie life. But, after years together in their normal routine, things aren’t going the way they thought they would.
Y/N sat at the kitchen table, sipping on a cup of coffee. She had been in deep thought for hours, thinking back to how she and Dean had gotten here, married and living in the suburbs, and absolutely fucking miserable.
Dean had always said that he would marry her and give up the life if they had a chance, and after they had defeated Chuck, it seemed the perfect time to give it all up and settle down. Y/N had been thrilled, having grown tired of the blood, guts, and death that hunting entailed. She wanted to settle into a cute little house with him, work the nine to five jobs, and be happy. Only, that isn’t what happened, not after a few years, anyway.
He had kept his promise and married her, a small ceremony with their closest friends. They had been so happy, head over heels in love, and finally done with hunting. Their marriage had been great, at first. They enjoyed coming home to each other in the evenings, spending time together, taking short weekend vacations, and being normal. But as the years passed, things changed. The sweet getaways had been very few and far between, the evenings together mostly spent in silence, and you could cut the tension with a knife.
She sighed, coming to terms with what had happened. They were no longer the Dean and Y/N that everyone would talk about being made for each other, so in love and could make it through anything. They were almost strangers living in the same house. They would pass each other in the halls before work, not saying a word. Dinners were eaten in near silence, neither having anything to say to the other. Hell, the only time they really talked was about bills or what they needed from the grocery store.
A tear slowly slid down her cheek as she knew what had to be done. It was the first time she had cried about the situation in a while, having cried over the failing relationship so many times that she had cried all the tears she could cry about it. She knew they would actually have a conversation over dinner that night, but it wasn’t going to be a good one. She had to get how she was feeling off her chest, and it wasn’t going to be a happy talk.
She turned her head towards the living room when she heard the door open, the familiar sounds of her husband coming in, kicking off his boots, and throwing his keys in the bowl on the table by the front door. She knew what was coming. Next, he would walk into the kitchen, wash his hands and make a plate of dinner. He would sit down across from her and eat, barely looking at her or speaking a word, but not tonight.
“We need to talk,” she spoke softly, knowing this was going to be a tough conversation.
“About what? Is something broken in the house, the bills higher this month or something?” he asked, not looking up at her. Of course, that’s what he’d think. That’s all they ever discussed anymore.
“No, Dean. The only thing broken in this house is us.”
“What the hell are you talking about? How are we broken?” he grumbled, still not glancing at her.
“Seriously, Dean? How are we not? Hell, you won’t even look at me right now. We go to work, come home, don’t speak to each other. We fake it, Dean, and that’s all we’re doing.”
“Faking it? Sweetheart, I have no clue what you’re trying to say, and I look at you,” he huffed, getting uncomfortable with where this was going.
“Yes, we fake it. Anytime Sam, Cas, or any of our other friends are over, we act like this loving couple. We fake it, so no one really knows what this relationship has come to, and that’s not going to work for me anymore,” she stated, her words sharp, cutting him like a knife.
“What are you trying to say, Y/N? What do you want from me? I’m doing my best here, okay? I go to work, do what needs to be done around here, and contribute to the bills. What more do you want out of me?”
“You realize that nothing you just said had anything to do with me, right? Admit it, Dean. You’re not happy, and I can see it every time I look at you. You’re miserable, and I partly blame myself.” she sighed, wishing this wasn’t happening.
“Y/N…”
“Don’t. Just listen to me. You aren’t happy anymore. Not with work, with this life, and not with me. You can’t lie to me. I know you too well, D.”
“I have never said anything like that….”
“You don’t have to. I see it in your expression when you have to get up and go to work. I see the defeat in your eyes when you come home every day to somewhere you don’t want to be. I’m sorry that I’m to blame for some of it.”
“Y/N, you aren’t to blame for anything. How is any of this your fault?” he exhaled sadly, reaching over to wrap his hand over hers.
“I am, Dean. You left the life for me. I know you miss it. I see it when you get phone calls from other hunters sometimes. You’d rather be in Baby, on the road killing monsters than doing this over and over,” she shook her head, knowing the end of this conversation was drawing near, and it wasn’t going to end happily.
“You didn’t make me quit hunting. I stopped for both of us. I always told you that if we could leave the life, I’d marry you, and we’d have the apple pie life. You didn’t make me do it,” he smiled meekly, squeezing her fingers in his.
“Be honest with me, please. If I weren’t in the picture, you’d still be hunting with Sam, wouldn’t you? You’d still be driving across the country in the Impala and not here. Not stuck in this dull, repetitive life with me.”
“Sweetheart, you know better than that.”
“Dean, please, if you’ve ever been honest with me, do it now. I do know better.”
“Fine. Yes, I would much rather be hunting, but you were tired of it, and I get it. I do. That’s why we left, settled in here, and got married.”
“Do you realize what you just said? You left it because of me. And what good did that do us, huh? Yeah, we’re married now, living in a house, going to work every day, but you hate it. We’ve drifted so far apart that there’s no coming back. So, go hunt, Dean. I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore.”
“I’m not making you hunt again, sweetheart. That wouldn’t be fair,” he sighed, wishing things were easier.
“I never said I was going back in the life, Dean. I told you to go back.”
“I’m not leaving you, Y/N. Why the hell do you think I’d leave you here to go back and hunt?”
“Because you are miserable here, Dean!” she shouted, getting upset that it came to this, “I can’t stand looking at you so sad and moping around. If you don’t leave, you’re going to resent me more than you already do, and we’ll end up divorced. So you can go, or you can stay. It’s going to end badly either way.”
“Sweetheart….”
“Dean, please, just go. We can’t go on like this, and you know it,” she whispered, the two of them finally making eye contact, “Go. Be happy.”
“Don’t you give a damn about me anymore?! Is that it? You don’t want me here? You hate me, don’t you?”
“I’m past the point of giving a damn, Dean. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything between these walls. I don’t hate you, but you can’t hate, and you can’t hurt when you don’t feel anything at all. I used to cry myself to sleep and wonder what went wrong, but your heart can only break for so long before it becomes numb.”
“What are you saying, Y/N?” he asked with bated breath, praying the words she said next wouldn’t come.
“You can go, or you can stay, Dean. But I don’t think I love you anymore, either way.”
Summary: Dean struggles with losing the one person who ever understood him, that was until he met a stranger who might just understand him better than he ever understood himself
Daddy!Dean X Reader
Warnings: Minor Character Death, jerk dean for a little bit, more to come
Summary: Y/N left everything she’s ever known, and Dean just wants to be left alone. With both of them trying to heal from heartache, they might just end up finding what they need in the last place they’d ever look.
Word Count: 6,587
Warnings: I don’t think there are any this time around. Let me know if you think I should add one.
A/N: Hey ya’ll. Remember me? Yeah, it’s your friendly neighborhood inactive writer comin'atcha with the next chapter! Apparently I lied when I said chapter 9 would be released months ago. But here we are. Life got crazy and then I got writers block, but I’m hoping to pick back up where I left off.
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You very strongly disliked life without Dean around. As much as you tried to convince yourself that all you had was a silly schoolgirl crush, his absence made it clear that you were too far gone. Those stupid green eyes were the first thing you thought of in the morning, and the last thing you thought of before you went to bed, and with every notification that popped up on your phone, your heart rate rose just a pinch (or more) at the possibility of it being a text from Dean.
He was working non-stop at the new mill sites, getting everything turned over after the buy-out but he occasionally found the time to text or call you. You knew better than to expect too much communication from Mr. Anti-Technology himself but were pleasantly surprised at how much he was conversing with you via text.
After work one evening, you were at Sarah’s house hanging out with her, Sam, and Cas, just lounging around and chatting.
Sam tossed his soda can into the garbage can across the room and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees with a strangely stern tone. “Hey, Y/N, you remember the first time I met you and I asked if you wanted to be on our team for that obstacle course race?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Good. You still wanna do it?”
“Count me in. It sounds fun!”
Cas jumped in, “We don’t mess around, so I hope you’re ready to train. We used to win every year, but we’ve fallen short the past few years.”
“That’s changing this year though. We’re taking the throne back!” Sam pounded his fist on the table, causing you to jump just a bit. Sarah rolled her eyes at the boy’s antics.
“Lucky for you, I’m overly competitive and hate to lose.” It was true. Although the fierce competitor in you lay dormant in your current life, it only took one little hint of competition to ignite that fire again.
Cas clapped his hands once and rubbed them together in satisfaction. “I think this means we can finally boot Jo from the team.”
Sam nodded in agreement, but Sarah quickly piped in, “you guys know she’s going to be pissed right?”
“She’s always known she was a fill-in.” Sam defended himself. “Plus, she’s not really that… athletic.”
“Or coordinated at all…” Cas muttered.
“I don’t want to take her spot though. I’ve only had a few interactions with Jo, and I don’t think she likes me that much. I wouldn’t want to step on her toes even more than I apparently already have.” It had been a while since you had seen her, but you were sure her opinion of you hadn’t changed over time.
“Don’t mind her, she’s just not easy to get to know.” Sarah added as she cleaned up plates from the coffee table.
“Who did she fill in for?” You wondered.
“Dean. After Cassie left and he became a recluse, we were left high and dry and just needed a body to be on the team so we didn’t get disqualified.” Sam answered.
Cas stood from his armchair and gathered his belongings. “Training starts first thing next week. This is OUR year! We are not going to lose for the fourth year in a row.” He pointed an expectant finger at each of you before ducking out.
You and Sam helped with the little cleanup that was left and then you began pulling on your shoes to head home.
“You ready for the big storm that’s supposed to hit?” Sarah wondered as she met you at the door to say goodbye. It was common knowledge around town that the last storm of the winter season was a doozy. Even work was calling it quits early tomorrow so everyone could be home before the snow started.
“I think so. I’m going to hit the grocery store and stock up tonight and then actually squat at Dean’s place. I’m not 100% sure that my roof isn’t going to cave in if the storm is as big as everyone says it is.”
“Good. I was going to invite you to crash here if you wanted, but I would pick Dean’s house over this little apartment too. See you tomorrow!”
No one stayed at work past eleven the next morning. Heavy clouds quickly climbed over the mountains grew dark and threatening. You said your goodbyes and made your way home to pick up the overnight bag you had packed, then headed up to Dean’s place and pulled your struggling truck into the safety of the garage just as massive flakes began to cover the ground.
It didn’t take long for inches to pile up outside, and you felt eternally grateful to be lounging on an oversized couch with a warm blanket, a fireplace, and a movie. The only thing missing was Dean. You picked up your phone and texted him a quick picture of your cozy setup.
You: Never leaving this spot.
Dean replied quicker than expected considering it was the middle of the workday.
Dean: I’m going to hold you to that. Wish I could be there with you.
You texted back and forth a bit about how his merger was going, but then he had to step into a meeting. You sighed and tossed your phone on the cushion next to you. You couldn’t focus on much of anything for the next while without thinking about him, and the thought began to creep into your mind that it might be time to act on your feelings, although the fear of ruining whatever relationship you two had tagged right along with that thought. Plus, there was always the trust issues you’d developed from your previous relationship.
The next two days were spent admiring the winter wonderland outside while completely enjoying the warmth and comfort of a magnificent cabin. The fireplace kept the place toasty, and movies were on a constant loop as you passed the time by baking, napping, and reading. You fully utilized the master bathroom with its spacious tub and luxurious shower, all the while thinking of ways to convince Dean once and for all to switch houses with you.
Sunday morning, you were awoken by a scraping noise outside. You sat up on the couch and rubbed your eyes, trying to gauge your surroundings enough to figure out what was going on. The scraping continued, but this time was followed by a distinct THUD.You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, kicked your feet in some slippers, and rushed to the front door.
“Aargh…” A young man wearing a heavy coat pulled himself up from the ground and dusted the snow from his pants.
“You okay?” You asked and clearly startled the stranger who quickly flipped around.
“Uh… Hi…” You were greeted with a guilty, but familiar face.
“Wait, you’re…” you did your best to place him, “Jack, right?” Dean had introduced you to him at the Salty Hunter a few weeks back.
“Yeah.” His shoulders were tense and his stance awkward. “I should go.” He turned and took one step towards the steps, then turned back around. “Actually, I have to finish shoveling. But then I’ll go.”
“Wait just a sec. You’re bleeding.”
He put his hand up to his head where he had clearly hit the deck railing and pulled his fingers away to find blood on them.
“Why don’t you come in for a minute and we’ll get that taken care of.”
“Well, I’m not even supposed to be here right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was supposed to be here this morning before you were awake, but I worked a night shift last night and fell asleep for a few minutes so I’m here late. Dean is going to be so mad.”
Jack was clearly getting flustered, so you put an end to his rambling. “Why don’t you just come inside, and we’ll get everything sorted out before we both freeze to death.”
With a sigh, he reluctantly agreed and leaned his snow shovel against the house. He took off his boots and coat and you invited him to take a seat in the kitchen while you searched for band aids. You eventually found some in the drawer with bathroom towels, made a mental note to chastise Dean on his first-aid kit placement, then returned to the kitchen. You wet some paper towels with warm water and handed them to Jack so he could clean his cut a bit.
“Jack, why did you say that Dean would be mad at you?” You asked as you sorted through the assorted bandages to find the right size.
“He gave me very strict instructions that I was not supposed to let you see me.”
“I wasn’t supposed to see you shoveling the deck?”
“Or plowing the road and driveway.” He took in a short breath and then paused, realizing his mistake. “But I probably shouldn’t have told you that either…”
“Isn’t there a snowplow that does the road?”
“No, the snowplows don’t come up this far. Plus, those big trucks wouldn’t be able to handle the road. It’s practically falling apart.”
You distinctly remembered Dean telling you that one of his “good buddies” plowed the road and your driveway, and now you were starting to realize how gullible you were for believing that.
Placing that revelation on the backburner, you turned your attention back to Jack who was crumpling up the bandage wrappers. The dark circles and bags under his eyes were more than telling. The poor kid looked exhausted.
“Hey Jack, why don’t you give it another minute before going back outside. Just to make sure your head is doing okay.” Although the cut was small and he seemed fine physically, you couldn’t let him go back out into the cold just yet. He radiated the feeling of being drained which you picked up on quickly since you had become all too familiar with that particular emotion. “I was just about to make some breakfast, you hungry?”
“Oh, no. That’s okay.” He seemed somewhat skittish, so you didn’t want to give him a choice in the matter.
“If I know Dean Winchester, he has a stockpile of frozen waffles in his freezer. It’s no effort at all. In fact, it’s the least I can do to say thank you for digging me out of the mountain of snow outside.” Opening the freezer proved you right as you pulled out two full boxes of blueberry waffles. “I insist.”
A small but grateful smile gave you permission to pop the waffles in the toaster, then you pulled out some plates.
“So, you mentioned you were working last night, right? I thought you worked at the sawmill.”
“That’s my full-time job, but I also work night shifts at the gas station just outside town.”
“And you’re a freelance snow shoveler? That’s quite the workload you have on your plate.”
“I do handywork around town, but I don’t usually clear snow. Dean said he’d give me three hundred bucks if I plowed the road while he’s gone, but please don’t tell him I told you…”
“My lips are sealed.” You reassured as the waffles popped up. You placed them on a plate and slid it across the counter to Jack, then looked around for the maple syrup. “How old are you?”
“I’ll be twenty-one pretty soon.”
“That’s really young to be working three jobs.”
Jack shrugged. “Yeah, well it’s just my mom and me. She’s been pretty sick lately and hasn’t been able to work so I’ve been trying to pick up the slack with the mortgage and hospital bills.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that. And I’m sorry you have to work that much. Your mom is really lucky to have such a good son like you.”
“She’s taken care of me my whole life, this is just me returning the favor.” Jack’s waffles were gone in the blink of an eye so you make him another round and continued that process until he could eat no more, which came in good time since the boxes had just about been emptied.
You and Jack chatted for another while. Although you weren’t exactly sure how to help him with his financial situation, you knew that you could lend a listening ear, and boy did that kid need it. He vented about his family life and working a bit, but also opened up to you about his dreams to go to college and become an engineer. It’s amazing what a little conversation and a full stomach can do for someone, as he began to genuinely smile towards the end of your visit with him. You helped him shovel the last bit of the deck and then sent him on his way with some of the baked goods you had conjured up during while being snowed in, along with the open invitation to vent or have a free meal anytime.
Once Jack was on his way, you had time to think about Dean’s ploy to hide his act of kindness. You debated calling him to confront him but decided that talking about it in person would be much more entertaining.
Sam and Cas kept you busy afterwork almost every day the next week with “training” for the upcoming summer festival obstacle course. It was mostly just going to the gym and an occasional run with Sam, but you quite enjoyed it. You had been out of the habit of running and hadn’t realized how much you missed it. Finding that little spark was like happening upon a missing puzzle piece of your personality that fallen off without you noticing.
Tuesday finally rolled around, and you were excited to see Dean. He was flying in this evening, but you weren’t sure exactly what time he’d be home. The last big snowstorm had caused some damage in the canyon that led into town, and the constructions crews had the undivided highway narrowed down to one lane, causing some pretty major backups.
While at work that day, the thought occurred to you that, as a thank you for Dean secretly plowing your driveway these past few months, you would make him the blueberry pie bars that he loved so much. You picked up the ingredients on the way home and whipped them together quickly.
The mid-March sun was still setting early, making the night seem longer than it really was. It didn’t help that every time your eyes flicked over at the clock, it seemed like only a measly five minutes had passed. You debated calling Dean but knew that he wouldn’t pick up if he was driving, and instead settled down on the couch with a book you had been meaning to read. Your eyes scanned the same page at least four times until you gave into your disinterest and set it down. A small light out the back window caught your attention and you unwittingly smiled as you realized that it was the light on at Dean’s place, meaning he must be home.
You stood up and began to pull on your shoes when the thought popped into your mind that Dean might just want to take it easy after being gone for three weeks. You sat back down with a huff and twisted your mouth to the side.
“Screw it, I’m just going to go say hi.” You said aloud, as if you were trying to justify your actions to an invisible audience.
You pulled on a coat, grabbed the treats, and made your way up the road. Walking with blueberry pie bars in hand was reminiscent of just a few short months ago when you were told by Dean that he wasn’t looking for any friends. It was almost comical to see how far you’d come since that point.
You climbed the tall staircase, placed the bars on the stack of firewood that was piled neatly against the house and knocked on the heavy wooden door. A few moments of silence passed until Dean opened the door and smiled as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms and legs crossed.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood.” You offered your hand and Dean tentatively shook it. “You got really lucky with this place, it’s amazing. The guy who used to live here has been gone forever so we all figured he wasn’t coming back.”
Dean playfully shook his head. “Come here.” He pulled you by your shoulders gently into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. “I missed you, Sweetheart.” He eventually let you go and took a step back. “You know you don’t have to knock.”
You shrugged in response. “It’s still your house. For now, anyway. I did a fair amount of reorganizing while I was snowed in.”
“I’m not even a little surprised.” Dean stepped to the side. “You wanna come in for a bit?”
“No, it’s late and I’m sure you’re tired after being gone for so long. I just wanted to say hi and also drop this off.” You grabbed the plate and presented it to Dean who clapped his hands and rubbed them together in excitement.
“Wow, what’s the occasion?” He asked as he reached for them.
“Actually, those aren’t for you.” You moved the plate away from his reaching hand.
He looked up sharply and gave an exaggerated frown. “What do you mean they’re not for me?”
“I was hoping you’d give them to someone.”
“I can’t make any guarantees….” Dean grumbled, a childish frown still on his face.
“Well now that it’s supposed to be done snowing, I wanted to make these as a small thank you for the snowplow driver who’s been clearing my driveway for me. But it’s funny because I’ve been asking around and no one knows of a snowplow that comes up this far out of town. I remember you telling me the driver was one of your good buddies, so I was hoping maybe you could clue me in.”
Dean did his best to fight the smile that pulled on one side of his mouth. “Maybe he likes to remain anonymous.”
“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a big teddy bear.”
“Oh, I see what’s going on here. You think that I’ve been clearing your driveway and plowing the road so that you can get to work without crashing because I know how much you hate fishtailing and how bad you are at driving when there’s more than three snowflakes on the road.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.” You challenged. “But those seem like oddly specific details for someone with clean hands.”
Dean narrowed his eyes and studied you playfully. He finally broke the interrogative silence. “Well, I don’t know what you’re talking about. It wasn’t me.”
“Mmhmm, okay. So, my driveway just got magically cleared. Like I have some kind of fairy-snow-plow-mother looking out for me?”
“I guess if you believe in that kind of thing.”
You and Dean shared a small chuckle.
“Well then,” you handed him the plate of goodies, “thank you to my fairy-snow-plow-mother.”
His acceptance of the treats was just as good as a confession in your books.
“Well, I’m going to let you get some rest. I’m glad you’re back.”
“You really walked up here just to give me some treats and falsely accuse me of being a good guy?”
“Don’t read into it.” You shrugged as you echoed your parting words from the last time you had given Dean these treats; a time when your relationship with him was vastly different than it was now. You sent a playful smile his way and then made your way towards the stairs, giving one last wave once you reached the bottom.
You had just gotten out of your Wednesday morning meeting with Ellen and approached your desk to find a certain Winchester sitting in your chair, arms crossed and his feet up on the table. Sam was leaning on the front counter talking with Sarah. You slowly slid Dean’s feet off your desk and brushed the remnants of sawdust that had fallen from his boots onto his lap.
“You haven’t even been back for one day and you’re already ditching out on work? That doesn’t seem like a very responsible thing for a CEO to do.” You teased and sat in the now vacant spot on the desk.
“I took the next few days off. I think working for three weeks straight allows for two days of freedom. I had to stop by my office and grab a few things and I overheard Sam saying he was heading here, so figured I’d tag along and say thank you for the treats.” Dean reached into his jacket and pulled out the plastic plate that he had been concealing, then handed it to you with a shit-eating grin on his face.
Your giggle resembled that of a schoolgirl as you shook your head at Dean’s gesture. “I forgot; I’m supposed to give you paper plates instead of these fancy plastic ones, so you don’t keep washing them and returning them.”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. “You wanna come over after work?”
Sam had impeccable timing and jumped in as he and Sarah joined the desk clump. “Sorry big brother. I have dibs on Y/N today.”
“What?” Dean shot a glare his brother’s way, then turned to you for confirmation.
“It’s true,” you gave a guilty half-smile, “we’re training tonight and then going on a run.”
“Training for what?”
“Training for what?” Sam mocked. “Training for the obstacle course, obviously! Y/N is our secret weapon. We’re winning this year! No more second place!”
“Okay, easy there, tiger.” Sarah placed a calming hand on Sam’s shoulder when she could see the vein in his neck bulge just a bit like it always did when he got amped up.
“Oh, alright then. What about tomorrow?” Dean suggested as an alternative.
“Sorry, she’s mine tomorrow.” Sarah answered. “We’re leaving work early to go find some bridesmaid dresses. The wedding is almost here, and I can’t put that off any longer.”
“And Friday, Ellen and I are going to be helping out on a county audit in Avery all day.” You shot a sympathetic look Dean’s direction, desperately wanting to cancel all your plans and spend the time with him.
Sam began to head for the door with Sarah trailing a few steps behind to say goodbye. Dean sighed and stood from his chair. “Saturday then?”
“Saturday.” You confirmed.
“And we’re still on for lazy Sunday?”
“Obviously!”
“Good.” Dean shot you a quick wink that made your heart flutter and departed.
Training that night was interesting. Sam, as Team Captain, split everyone into two groups to race through a make-shift course he had thrown together. The team with the faster time would be the recipients of a round of drinks, courtesy of the losing team. While this did up the intensity, Meg and Charlie got sick of Cas and Sam yelling at them and left early, essentially putting an end to training.
You figured this would be your time to slip out and go see Dean, but Sam caught you before you left and asked if you would still go on a run with him since there was even more time for it now. You complied since you’d already agreed, and just did your best to put the miles behind you quickly.
There were no lights on up at Dean’s place when you were pulling into your driveway, and you figured he had turned in early to catch up on some sleep.
You and Sarah left work about noon the next day and drove to Couer d’Alene to dig through every last dress in the city until Sarah found the perfect bridesmaid gowns. With each dress you were forced to model, you did your best to point out the positives and pros so that the search would mercifully end, but Sarah’s impeccable and immovable standards remained unchanged until she had that “aha!” moment.
The moment she saw you step out in the twenty fourth (yes you kept count) dress, she exclaimed, “that’s the one!”
It was a full-length black satin gown, a similar fabric to her own dress, with a slit down one side of the leg and sleeves that rested gently just off your shoulder. Admittedly, it was gorgeous. Because she already had the measurements of all the bridesmaids, she ordered dresses on the spot with rush delivery to accommodate any time needed for alterations. Shoes were the next item on the list to be found, but luckily those were far easier to track down as Sarah had a distinct style in mind. After grabbing some dinner and then picking out necklaces for the bridal party, the two of you headed home and arrived just before ten.
The next morning, you had to get up earlier than normal to head over to Ellen’s house. You two arrived at the county office about eight-thirty and were there until almost eight that night, then had another hour drive home. As tired and ready for bed as you were, you were also more than excited that you got to spend time with Dean tomorrow. He had occasionally texted you throughout the past few days, but he wasn’t much of a conversationalist over text, which was okay with you.
Sam begged for you to go running with him again the next morning, and you agreed after a ten-minute phone call where he listed all the benefits of running to get your day started. You gave him no more than four miles, and then returned home to shower and get ready for the day. Dean knocked on your door around noon and you let him in while you finished picking up around the house. No plans had been set in stone, so you both opted for the Back to the Future double header at the old theatre in town, followed by a bite to eat at the Salty Hunter where you surely would run into the rest of your friends.
You two arrived at the bar before the night crown really picked up, and Rufus roped both you and Dean into being guinea pigs for his new burger creation – The Ballpark Burger. It was a cheeseburger sandwiched between two horizontally sliced hot dogs, topped with crunchy fried onions and pickles, and smothered with an unhealthy amount of ketchup and mustard. Dean loved it. You got about two bites into the monster and were full.
Over dinner, he told you all about his trip and how surprisingly smooth things were going with work. Although he still didn’t enjoy all the details and ins and outs of running the company, he didn’t hate it as much anymore and finally felt like he was getting a good grip on the job.
Benny and Charlie joined before not too much longer, followed closely by Cas, Sarah, Sam, and Meg. After a few rounds of drinks, they began their usual tipsy-pool competition, from which you had been banned because you didn’t drink, meaning you had a leg up on everyone since you were far too coherent and stable on your feet. Dean, who had only had one beer tonight, ended up sweeping everyone. He really wasn’t joking about being the best. Cas had found a toy sheriffs badge on the floor and cleaned it off, then dubbed Dean the pool-king with the pin-on star. Dean wore it proudly on the front pocket of his red flannel shirt for the rest of the night.
He dropped you off at home around eleven and like normal, walked you to the door.
“Thanks for a fun night, Sheriff.” You teased as you unlocked the door.
“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” He tipped his imaginary cowboy hat at you.
“You wanna come in for a sec?” You offered.
“Nah, actually I’m going to head home. I’m still trying to recover from pulling almost three weeks of all-nighters, but I’ll take a rain check.”
You set your keys and purse on the entryway table and leaned against the doorframe. “You need a break tomorrow? I totally understand if you need to sleep.”
“Cancel lazy Sunday? No way. That’s the best day of the week.” Dean shook his head as if you should know better than to offer. “Oh, and by the way I don’t think I’ve said thank you for bringing in my mail.”
“And watering your plants.” You chimed in sarcastically.
“Yes, and the one day you watered my fake plants. I probably should have bought you a thank you present or something.”
“No, you definitely shouldn’t have. Letting me pretty much take over your place while you were gone was plenty of payment. There was a good possibility that I would have frozen in my little place during that snowstorm.”
“Well still, I’m sure grabbing my mail from the box next to yours was hard work. Here.” Dean removed the Sheriff’s badge from his shirt and placed it in your hand.
You exaggeratedly gasped. “Does this mean you’re crowning me the honorary pool champion? It must be hard for you to hand over that title.”
Dean smiled a shy smile and looked at the ground, then up at you and shrugged. “Don’t read into it.” He waggled his eyebrows and slowly backed away, then sauntered down the steps. “See you tomorrow morning.”
He left you with a grin on your face that you couldn’t wipe off. You looked down at the small pin in your hand and bit your bottom lip. This warm feeling that burned in your chest was better than anything you’d ever felt. There was no anxiety, there was no hurt, there was just Dean, and you knew that you couldn’t go much longer without saying something. At this point, you wanted to express your feelings, but that hurdle of vulnerability was still looming, and you weren’t sure you had the strength to jump over it.
You slept in longer than expected the next morning and didn’t end up being fully ready until around noon. You grabbed your keys and jacket but once you made it outside and the hint of warmth from the sun hit you, you decided to walk up to Dean’s place instead of driving.
You knocked on the door and opened when you heard Dean invite you in. He was jogging down the staircase when you entered. He casually checked his watch and remarked, “You’re later than normal. I was wondering if you were ditching out on me.”
“I figured I’d give you plenty of time to sleep in.” You kicked off your shoes and made your way into the kitchen, looking around for something to make for lunch.
“Hungry?” Dean asked.
“Starved.”
“Well, I didn’t sleep in this morning, and I got bored waiting for you. I went to pick up some food. There’s some sandwiches from the deli in the fridge and some chips in the cabinet on your left.”
“Wow, look at you being all proactive!” You grabbed the food and some plates and set them out on the counter, then dished up a plate for the both of you and sat down next to Dean at the counter.
“So, when I was here during that big snowstorm, the funniest thing happened. I fell asleep on the couch one night and woke up to someone shoveling the deck.”
Dean rolled his eyes and finished the bite that he had in his mouth. “I knew I should have asked Benny.”
“No, no! Jack was seriously so sweet. Do you know that poor kid works three jobs?”
Dean’s eyebrows furrowed together in a frown. “No, I didn’t know that.”
“Do you know his mom? He said she’s been sick, so he’s been picking up the slack with bills.”
“Kelly’s sick again? I had no idea.” There was a pang of guilt in Dean’s voice. “She taught school with my mom and has had health issues on and off for a while, but it sounded like she was out of the woods. Do you know how long she’s been sick for?”
You shook your head.
“I wish Jack would have said something.” Dean twisted his mouth in thought. “I guess that’s why he looks like he’s half asleep all the time. I figured he was just staying out too late with friends.”
“He said he works a few nights a week at the gas station just outside town and does any handywork he can find.”
“Damn. Well, I’ll have to see if we can do something about that.” Dean pulled out his phone and sent a quick text, then tossed it to the side and turned his attention back to you. “What movie are we watching today, Sweetheart?”
You settled on watching the last Back to the Future movie and then decided to change things up a bit and take a walk around town. Sundays were always so quiet and slow, so it was nice to get out of the house and enjoy the almost-warmish weather. While you knew what spring fever was, it wasn’t something you’d ever had to deal with while living in Arizona. Even just the idea of warmth from the sun hitting your skin was exciting and made you want to be out and exploring. You were obviously aware of the staples around town, but you’d never really explored it on foot because of the cold.
The town had done such a good job of preserving the integrity of these old buildings that you felt like you had stepped back in time a few decades. Just about every structure was made from bricks, but each had its’ own unique look. Large windows lined with decorative wooden frames gave peeks into the charming mom and pop stores and as you passed by each one, Dean explained what each was and who owned it along with sharing memories he had made in them while growing up.
The air was crisp, but the sun found its way through the thick clouds enough to keep the cold from chilling your bones. Dean had tucked his hands into the pockets of his jacket because he was worried that he’d do something stupid like subconsciously grab your hand if he didn’t keep them constrained as he walked so close to you.
“How has training been with psychopath Samuel? He takes this whole obstacle course thing way too seriously.” He asked.
You let out an airy chuckle. “It’s actually been really good. I like competing so it’s been fun.”
“Even the running?” The Disgusted look on Dean’s face was enough to tell you about his opinions on jogging for recreation.
“Yes, even the running. I used to run all the time, but I stopped while I was with Billy. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I started again. Sam is good competition, but I wish I knew how far and fast we were running. He likes to just run until he’s done, but I like to pace myself and then try to beat that.”
“You always gotta one up someone, even if it’s yourself, huh?”
“No, only you.” You nudged Dean slightly with your elbow and took an overly dramatic step to the side as if you had shoved him. You just rolled your eyes and kept going. It only took Dean a few large steps to catch up to you. “It sounds like the team never really recovered once you left. You don’t miss it at all?”
“Not up until this year.”
“What’s different about this year?”
Dean’s eyes moved from the sidewalk up to yours and held your gaze for a moment with a side smile, all while admiring the bit of pink that dusted your cheeks from the slight breeze. “A lot.”
Still unsure, but hopeful, of the context behind his answer, you chimed in, “Why don’t’ you come and at least train with us then? I’m sure there’s a spot on the team for you somewhere.”
“Yeah, I might just take you up on that.” Dean agreed. He pulled his hand from his pocket and checked the time. “We should head back, maybe make some dinner?”
You agreed, fully aware that you’d be doing the cooking, and walked back to Dean’s truck to head up the rocky road.
A dinner of spaghetti and meatballs was the easiest thing you could think of, and once dinner had been cleaned up, you figured it was about time to head home. As you pulled on your jacket and shoes, Dean narrowed his eyes as he looked out the window.
“Wait, where’s your truck? Did you walk up here?”
“Yeah, I did. It’s not too cold out today.”
“I’ll be damned. I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth.” Dean pulled his coat from the rack by the door. “I’ll walk you down there.”
Knowing Dean as well as you did now, you were fully aware that resistance to his offer was pointless. Not that you really wanted to resist anyway.
Dean cleared his throat when the two of you made it to your driveway. “Sam and Sarah’s wedding is coming up pretty fast.”
“Right? I can’t believe it. I’m excited for them though.”
He had been thinking his next few sentences through for a few weeks now and was just praying that he would get them out coherently. “We’re both in the wedding party, so I figured we could go down together. You know, since we have to be there a few days early for all the crap leading up to the actual wedding.”
That wasn’t quite how he had wanted to word things, but he was hoping it was enough for you to get the message as he followed you up the steps of the porch.
“Oh, like road trip buddies?” Was this Dean’s way of friend zoning you once and for all?
“No, not like road trip buddies!” Dean scolded himself, then became even more surprised at the self-inflicted betrayal that came out of his mouth next. “Yeah, road trip buddies…”
“You idiot! No!” The voice in Dean’s head was screaming at him to correct himself.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Wouldn’t want to waste gas. Gotta keep that carbon footprint small…” A foreign and uncomfortable feeling settled between you both until you decided to break it. “Well, I should probably, uh, finish up my laundry. So, I’ll see you around?”
“Right. See you around.” Dean agreed and watched as you slowly shut the door and gave a shy smile. He took two steps towards the edge of the porch before he stopped and pivoted quickly, knocking firmly on the door.
“I don’t want to be road trip buddies.” Dean stated as soon as you opened the door. “I mean, I want to drive down there with you, but I want you to be my date.” He began to doubt his sudden rush of confidence when the few seconds that it took you to respond seemed agonizingly drawn out.
“I’d like that.” You mustered a smile, despite the racing emotions flooding through your body.
Dean returned the gesture, letting out a breathy chuckle as he glanced shyly down at the porch, then back to you. “Me too.” Not wanting to ruin the moment by blurting out something stupid, Dean said his goodbyes and proudly made his way down the driveway.
Summary: Y/N left everything she’s ever known, and Dean just wants to be left alone. With both of them trying to heal from heartache, they might just end up finding what they need in the last place they’d ever look.
Word Count: 7,975
Warnings: I don’t think there are any this time around. Let me know if you think I should add one.
A/N: Ahh, here is chapter 8! Thank you all for being so patient with me as life just doesn’t want to seem to slow down. But I come with good news. Chapter 9 is almost done as well and will be out SOON! If you’d like a tag, or I missed you on the tag list please let me know. I love you all.
The next morning, you met Sarah over at her apartment bright and early so that you could get a head start of dress shopping. There weren’t any worth-while places close by, so that meant you would be out of town all day. Sarah drove with her mom, sister, and Mary while you carpooled with Meg and Charlie, more than happy to avoid the crusty looks from Victoria as much as possible. Sarah knew exactly what kind of dress she wanted, and finally found it six stores later. It was an elegant satin ballgown that took everyone’s breath away the second she stepped out to show it off. She genuinely looked like royalty. After a quick stop for dinner, the group made the two-hour trek home. All you could think about was your soft bed waiting for you back at your cabin and you couldn’t wait to slide under the covers and fall victim to sleep, even if you were positive you’d have nightmares about sinking slowly into the tulle depths of a sea of wedding dresses.
A familiar truck was parked in your driveway when you got home, but you weren’t entirely surprised to see that Dean was avoiding spending any kind of alone time with his father. Your door and windows were secured tight with the new locks Dean had installed, so you couldn’t help but wonder where he might be. The faint smacking of an axe hitting wood told you he was out back, so you dropped your things off just inside the door and wandered around the side of your house to see that Dean had created a makeshift wood chopping station and had built up quite the stockpile of lumber already.
How was it possible that someone could make something as seemingly mundane as chopping wood seem so mesmerizing? Although the evening air was chilly, Dean had tossed his plaid over shirt off to the side and was still working up a sweat in his thin grey t-shirt that hugged his arms in unfair ways. You pulled yourself together before drool started to escape from your mouth and wandered over to him, careful not to startle him whilst he was wielding an axe.
“Looks like someone’s been busy.” You pulled your jacket tighter across your body and folded your arms as a gust blew through the trees.
A smile pulled on the corner of Dean’s mouth as he looked up to see you and dropped the axe from his hands, then added the freshly cut pieces to the impressive pile he had stacked. “Yeah, well there’s supposed to be one more big snowstorm coming through before things start to warm up. I figured I’d make sure you had enough wood to make it through.”
“I think that’s probably enough to last me a whole year.” You looked over the pile that was half your height. “But I’m sure you’re here only out of the kindness of your heart and not because you’re dodging your dad, right?”
“Remind me to never offer my guest room to any family members again.”
“Ah, come on. Hasn’t it been nice having your mom around for a while?”
“It was good until she started telling me that I was washing my underwear wrong.”
You chuckled until another strong wind rushed past you. Dean wrapped a sweaty arm around you and led you back towards the house. “How do you expect to survive up here with how cold you get?”
“I have a personal lumberjack who keeps me in good supply of firewood, so that helps.”
“You’re welcome.” He teased, then opened the door and followed you in. “How was today?”
“I never want to see another wedding dress again in my life, and we still have to find bridesmaids dresses, but I’m trying to convince Sarah to look online so that we don’t have to spend another day with her crazy family. At the first store, her mom pulled every dress but two for Sarah to try on. Do you know how long it takes to get in and out of that many poofy dresses?”
“I can’t say I have much experience with that, so I’m going to go with no.” Dean responded while he washed up in the kitchen sink.
“Way way way too long. Oh, and crazy-pants Victoria insisted on trying on some dresses as well. I’m pretty sure she’s planning your wedding.”
Dean sharply turned his head. “My wedding? To her? Fat chance.”
You giggled and put away your coat and purse. “Well, I’m going to go change into pajamas, but you can hang out as long as you want. I just went grocery shopping the other day, so the fridge is stocked and anything in the pantry is up for grabs too.”
Dean opened the cupboard and formed his hand into a victorious fist as he pulled out a bag of cookies.
“Save me some of those!” You warned before closing the door over to change out of jeans.
“Hey,” Dean yelled loud enough that you could hear him, “so plans might be changing for tomorrow. My mom invited Sam and Sarah over to my place for lunch so they can see them one more time before they leave.”
You pulled on a pair of oversized pajamas and an old t-shirt, then pushed the door open. “You’re canceling lazy Sunday? That’s the best day of the week!”
“Just postponing it. My parents need to be out of here by four in the afternoon, so we can watch a movie tomorrow night after they’re gone if you still want to.”
“Hmm,” you pretended like you were internally debating, “only if I get to pick the movie. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sit through another old western without falling asleep.”
“You fall asleep during every movie we watch.”
“Noteverymovie.”
Dean raised a doubtful eyebrow as you stood and made you way over to the kitchen table to grab your phone which was ringing. Sarah’s name popped up on your screen and you slid the green answer button to the left.
“Hey, Sarah. What’s up?”
Dean gathered his things, figuring that you’d probably be a while considering Sarah’s passion for talking. He waved casually and mouthed, “Goodnight,”. With a smile to match his, you waved back as he walked out the door.
With it being late, Dean didn’t want to wake his parents and entered his house quietly while carefully shuffling his boots along the floor towards the kitchen. Chopping wood at your place for hours resulted in quite the appetite, so he opened the fridge and pulled out a container of leftover meatloaf that his mom had made a few days before. He grabbed a fork from the utensil drawer and sat down at the counter to tuck into his second dinner, but the all-too-familiar footsteps of his father coming down the hall had Dean jumping from the stool to make a break for it, desperately wanting to avoid any kind of interaction.
John rounded the corner and stopped for a moment when he saw his son scrambling to pack up his food to take with him.
“Sorry if I woke you up, I was just heading to my room.” Dean half-greeted with his eyes looking anywhere but at his dad.
“Dean, wait.” John knew that Dean’s usual cold shoulder was well deserved, but he didn’t want this whole trip to pass by without having any kind of meaningful conversation with his oldest. While Dean refused to take a seat, he set the glass Tupperware down on the counter signaling that he was listening.
John took a deep breath, doing his best to muster the courage to do something he wasn’t very good at: swallowing his pride. “I know you and I have had a… rocky relationship at best. At the risk of sounding cliché, these past few years have been very humbling for me.” John cleared his throat and leaned against the bar counter. “I never thought that I’d get cancer, never mind get close to death, but unfortunately I think that I had to go through something like that to get some lessons drilled into this thick skull of mine.” He paused as if to organize his thoughts. “I’ve been hard on you. Too hard. I always figured that if you followed exactly in my footsteps, that you’d be successful without a chance of failure, but what I realized far too late is that you aren’t me. You’re a much better person than me.” John humbly chuckled as he clasped his hands together and looked at Dean, whose eyes met his fathers for what seemed to be the first time in years. “When I prioritized work over the family, you were the one who stepped up to be there for your mother and Sam. You were the one who taught Sam how to ride a bike and throw a ball and shave when that should have been me. I hate that it’s taken me so long to initiate this conversation, but I owe you as big of an apology as I do a thank you. You made a damn fine father to your brother without having much of an example to look up to yourself.”
Dean exhaled slowly through his nose and folded his arms, waiting for his dad to continue.
“Son, I am sorry that I’ve always been more of a manager to you than a father, and I’m sorry that you had to grow up faster than any kid should. I can’t give you the childhood that you deserved, but I can tell you how proud I am of the man that you’ve grown up to be. You seem happier than I’ve seen you in a long time, and I know that’s because of the life you’ve built for yourself. That’s something not many people have the character strength to do.”
Deal still remained silent, so John continued. “While you were gone today, I took a little trip down to the sawmill to say hello to a few folks. I know how much you hate running the family business, but for what it’s worth, the company is doing better under your direction than it ever has before. Your mother wanted to tell you and Sam together tomorrow that we’re moving back here in three months when the renters are out of our house, so if you want to step down from the head position, I’ll be happy to take over. But if you want to stay where you are, you should. You’re one hell of a leader.”
Dean traced the woodgrain on the floor panels with his eyes while he processed what his father said. “I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I can ask for.” John offered a feeble smile, hoping that Dean would accept this beginning effort of trying to repair their relationship.
Dean walked a few steps out of the room, and to John’s surprise, came back with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Dean set them down on the counter and poured each of them a drink while the white flag of a peace treaty hung in the air in place of the usual overwhelming tension. The two men sat in silence for a few minutes while they finished off their nightcap, then parted ways with a simple nod.
Dean had grown accustomed to the tradition of slow Sundays with you, so his mother bustling around the house trying to cook and clean to get ready for Sam and Sarah coming over felt hectic and unnecessary considering the house wasn’t dirty to start with. But, still, Dean humored her and followed her laundry list of chores. Sam and Sarah showed up just before noon and Sam was immediately sent to help Dean finish cleaning while Sarah volunteered to help in the kitchen.
The brothers finished all their assigned tasks just in time to help their mom set the table. Mary began to put out placemats and casually asked Dean, “do we need to set an extra place?”
“No, why?” Dean raised a questioning eyebrow at his mom.
“Oh, I was just wondering if Y/N would be joining us. You two seem like close friends.”
Dean knew from the tone in her voice that his mom was speculating. “I didn’t realize that we started inviting friends to family parties.”
“I just heard Sam mention that you two usually spend Sundays together, that’s all. I hope we didn’t ruin your plans.”
“She might come over later, after your guys are gone.”
“Well, that’s a shame. I was hoping to say goodbye to her before we left.” Mary watched out of the corner of her eye as Dean ignored her statement and continued to set the table. She added a simple, “I like her.”
Dean slowly tilted a don’t-go-where-I-think-you’re-goinglook her way. With a knowing grin proudly on her face, she dropped the subject. In just the few days she and John had spent back home, she knew exactly why her son was starting to act like his old self again.
After a late lunch of sliders and potato salad, Mary brought out a plate of brownies that Sarah had brought for dessert. Sam scooped ice cream into bowls and handed them out while Mary placed a brownie in each one.
“Before we go, your father and I just wanted to tell you all that we’ve finally decided to move back home.” The excitement in Mary’s voice was evident. She felt like she was missing too much of her son’s lives. “Now that John has been in remission for a while, we feel like it’s time to come back.”
“Oh!” Sarah gave quick excited claps. “Yay! When are you coming back?”
“The people renting out the house only have three months left on their lease, so once they’re gone, we’ll move back in.” John explained.
“It’ll be so nice to have you both around again!” Sam said through a mouthful of dessert.
Everyone helped clean up, then John and Mary finished packing their things. Sam and Sarah were going to follow them to the rental car place, then give them a ride to the airport.
Once all the goodbyes had been said, Dean changed into sweats and a t-shirt, then plopped down on the couch, happy to have the place to himself again. He turned on the TV and scrolled through hordes of movies while he waited on you to come over.
You pulled up to Dean’s place and climbed the porch steps, then pushed the heavy back door open. A warm smile pulled on your lips when you saw Dean sprawled out on the couch with his head sharply angled back and soft snores escaping through his agape mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle to yourself while you grabbed a blanket and slung it across his lap, then took a seat on the opposite end of the couch, careful not to make too much movement and wake him up. You turned the volume down on the TV and searched for a movie that struck your fancy.
It was at least an hour before Dean startled awake and blinked a few times before rubbing the sleep from his eyes and began to grasp his surroundings. He looked up at the movie playing, then over to you.
“Morning, sleepy head. Bad dream?” You greeted. With the way he jumped while waking up, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
“Ugh,” Dean grumbled, “I guess.” He checked his watch. “How long have you been here?”
“Just about an hour.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Who am I to interrupt your beauty sleep?”
“Beauty sleep my ass. My neck is killing me.” Dean stood and stretched the kink in his neck before heading into the kitchen. He grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and handed you one as he sat down next to you. Fully aware that it would take him a while to shake the grogginess from his eyes and be alert enough to have a conversation, you turned the movie back on and nestled into the couch.
Once the movie had finished, Dean began, “So, I just found out earlier today that Sam and I are heading out of town this week. The company is buying out a smaller mill with a few locations and we’ll be gone to finalize the sale. Do you mind – “
“No.” You interrupted Dean before he could finish his sentence.
“You don’t even know what I was going to ask you.”
“You were going to ask me to bring in your packages again, and I just about killed myself last time. So, no.”
Dean chuckled and leaned back. “I was just going to ask you to grab my mail and water the plants that my mom decorated the place with. Apparently, my house is, as she so lovingly put it, ‘dull and boring’.”
You cleared your throat, slightly embarrassed at your assumption. “Oh. Yeah, okay I think I can do that. Any specific instructions for the plants?”
“Put water on them?” Dean shrugged cluelessly. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
A light, airy laugh escaped from your chest. “Hey, what ended up being in that big package anyway? I think I deserve as explanation for risking my life to move it.”
“You didn’t buy into the dead bodies thing, huh?” Dean stood and offered you a hand to help you up. “I’ll show you.”
He led you out the back door and pushed the garage door open. In the empty space next to his truck, there was a large piece of metal among other bits and bobs of what you assumed to be car parts.
“Ta da.” Dean held his hands out and you did your best to give an appropriate reaction. Was he being sarcastic? Or maybe he was being serious and was very proud of his hunk of junk.
“Wow!” You smiled and nodded. “That’s a very pretty chunk of metal, Dean.”
With a laugh and an eye roll, Dean explained, “No, this is an engine block. I’ve been slowly ordering parts to make a brand-new engine that I can put in my dream car one day.”
“Dream car, huh? What might that be?” Not that you knew anything about cars, but you felt the need to humor him.
Dean’s response was quick and to the point. “A ’67 Chevy Impala, black with a tan interior.”
“I’m not going to pretend that I know what that looks like off the top of my head, but I’m sure that if anyone can build a car from scratch, it’s you.” You had never been much of a car person. You bought your truck because you could afford it, and because it had a working AC; a must have for any Arizona dweller.
“Let me see you phone.” He held out his hand, so you unlocked the screen and gave it to him. He swiped through a few screens with an annoyed look on his face. “There’s so much crap on your screen. Where’s the damn internet?”
You showed him the large icon at the bottom of the screen that was clearly labeled “internet”. With a low grumble, he pulled up pictures of a sleek classic car and showed them to you.
“Oh wow…” Never one to be very impressed by something like a car, you found yourself ogling the beauty vehicle on the screen. “That’s gorgeous.”
“Damn straight.” A proud grin pulled up the side of Dean’s mouth. “One day she’ll be mine.” He tapped the disassembled engine with his foot, then subconsciously looked at you for a split second, not quite sure which ‘she’ he was referring to. “I’m starting small by building the engine and then I’ll find a good body when I’m ready for it.” His stomach gave a loud rumble that echoed off the hard concrete surfaces of the garage. Dean placed his hand on his stomach in an attempt to tame the beast inside. “You hungry? I’ve got leftovers in the fridge. I’ll stop boring you with car talk.”
“You’re not boring me. I just don’t know anything about cars, but you could always teach me. I could be one of your mechanics once you open up your own shop someday.” You playfully suggested and sauntered towards the house.
“Easy there, tiger. Why don’t we start small and teach you how to drive in the snow first?” Dean was fully aware that he was pushing your buttons and a muddled smirk painted across his cheeks.
“Hey! I am way better than I was before!”
“Whatever helps you sleep a night, sweetheart.”
Still grinning, he held the back door open for you and gave a playful wink that could have melted a few inches of snow off of the deck.
You helped Dean warm up some leftover food from earlier and the two of you sat at the kitchen counter eating it.
“So, you’ll be gone a week, huh?” You asked in between bites.
“Unfortunately. Sam and I are heading out to California tomorrow. I hate California. There’s too many people and they all think they’re famous or some crap.”
Dean’s general dislike of people was one of your favorite things about him, and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as he generalized an entire state’s population based off of an assumption.
After finishing the movie from earlier, you decided to head home since Dean had to be up at an unholy hour the next morning to catch his flight. Dean stopped you as you slid your shoes on by the back door.
“Before I forget,” he pulled a key from his pocket and handed it to you. “Thank you for looking after the place while I’m gone.”
“I guess I kinda owe it to you since you’re pretty much my personal handy man.” You shrugged and slid the key onto your own keyring. “But you already know that I’m going to make myself right at home here while you’re gone, right?”
“I would expect nothing less.” Dean wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. Hugs between you two were becoming more and more routine at this point, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t feel completely safe from the world when you were pressed tight against his chest.
The small space between you and Dean held for just a moment when the hug you shared had come to an end. Dean’s eyes flicked down to your lips ever so slightly, then jumped back up to yours. Was he trying to give you a hint that he wanted to kiss you or were you just imagining things? There was no way that the most attractive man to ever walk the earth wanted to kiss you, right? You panicked and stepped back.
“Have a safe trip, Dean. I’ll miss you.”
Dean gave a warm smile and parted with a simple, “I’m gonna miss you too, Sweetheart.”
He closed the door after you had slipped out and let out a disappointed sigh. Not necessarily disappointed that he didn’t kiss you, but disappointed that he didn’t know how to do this anymore. He was so rusty at flirting and anything romantic, surely a direct result of years of purposely distancing himself from pretty much everyone. He resolved that he had a week to clear his head and find a way to muster up enough courage to make a move, even if your smile made him weak in the knees and your bright eyes sent his mind a-racing.
Bobby and Ellen were out for the week on a trip for their anniversary, so that meant that you were sure to stay more than busy at work. Ellen swore up and down that she was taking the whole week off because Bobby had been slammed at his shop and they hadn’t had much time to themselves, but you had a sneaking suspicion that it was because there were three meetings with Ketch on the slate. He and Ellen butted heads like two mountain goats fighting a rage fueled battle. The worn carpet at city hall had enough unidentifiable blotches, so you figured it would be for the best that you handled the meetings and avoided adding any blood stains to the collection.
You went in an hour early to get a head start on your workload. Sarah plopped down at her desk with a huff once she arrived.
“Ihate when Sam is gone on business. The apartment seems so lonely and dark.” Her eyes lit up and she straightened from a slouched position. “Hey, what are you up to tonight?”
“I think you can take a wild guess on that one.” Unless you were hanging out with Sarah or Dean or the gang, you were always at home.
“You’re such a homebody. But you’re my favorite homebody. Do you want to help me with a little DIY project at my place?”
“Sure. I probably won’t be much help but I’m happy to try!” Considering the fact that Dean had done most of the maintenance around your house and yard, it was safe to say that you weren’t in the running to be the next host of any HGTV show.
“I wanna repaint the place. Those blue walls are so dreary. We can go grab some paint and dinner after work and turn on cheesy movies that you know Sam and Dean would never let us watch.” She waggled her eyebrows at you in hopes that she was persuasive enough.
“You’ve got yourself a deal.” You were more than happy for the invite. The thought of spending a week all alone up the mountain without anyone close by wasn’t what one might call especially exciting. Even if you didn’t spend every day with Dean, it was comforting to know that there was someone you trusted just a hop, skip and a jump away.
During your meeting with him, Ketch had reached the point where he started repeating himself over and over, so you didn’t feel guilty about discretely checking your phone when you felt the buzz of a text coming through.
Dean: Made it to Cali. I can smell the veganism in the air. It’s disgusting.
You had to bite your bottom lip to keep from bursting out laughing. Another text came through before you could type up a response.
Dean: I watered the plants before I left this morning, so you can probably skip that today. Thanks again.
Your eyes jumped up from the screen and you gave a few acknowledging nods to ensure you were still fully invested in the meeting that had already run twenty minutes over before replying.
You: I’m sure you’ll be a full-blown vegan by the time you get home. I’ll do you a favor and throw away all the bacon in your freezer.
You expected a snarky response in return, but all you received in return were three words that made your heart beam.
Dean: I miss you.
It was funny that such a short simple sentence could make even the ramblings of Mr. Ketch seem bearable and the rest of the day fly by without a hitch that you couldn’t handle with ease.
Once work was wrapped up, Sarah made a quick stop at the hardware store, and you went to the local deli for some subs then met her back at her place. Moving the heavy sectional and entertainment center into the kitchen was quite the feat and you successfully transferred them with only a few dings and small gashes in the wall. Sarah laid out drop cloths on the carpet while you readied the paint, brushes, and rollers then turned on a movie for some background noise and got to work.
Charlie and Meg came over after a while and you were able to get the living room done with the extra help. Next up was the bedroom, but all any of you were willing to do after a long workday was move furniture.
“Looks like I’m sleeping in the hall tonight.” Sarah half-joked with her hands on her hips, observing the makeshift sleeping area/obstacle course that was her hallway.
“You wanna crash at my place?” You offered, fully aware that you’d both be cramped in your tiny cabin.
“Ooh! We should make it a sleepover!” Charlie chimed in gleefully.
“On a work night?” Meg doubtfully interjected.
“Maybe not tonight, but we actually should do one this weekend.” Sarah’s input brightened up Charlie’s face once more. “The only problem is location. None of us really have a place big enough.” Sarah had a one-bedroom apartment, Charlie and Meg both had roommates, and you had the smallest place of all.
“I might have an idea.” You reached in your pocket and pulled the key to Dean’s place out. “I have an all-access pass to Casa Winchester this week while Dean’s gone. It might take some, or a lot, of begging, but I think I can twist his arm into letting us use his place.”
“Yes!” Sarah clapped her hands excitedly. “I love Dean’s house. It’s all bachelor-pady with bland décor, but oh my gosh it’s beautiful.”
“I’ve never been, but I’m so down.” Charlie agreed, then turned to Meg. “You in?”
Meg hesitated and folded her arms. “Do you honestly think Dean I-hate-everyone Winchester is going to let us crash his cabin for the weekend when he’s never invited us over before?”
“Oh, come on. You guys know how hard he had it for a few years. He barely even invited Sam over. Plus, Benny and Cas have only seen it because they pitched in when Dean was building it.”
“I’m sure I can persuade him to let us hang out there. He did tell me that I could make myself at home, so it shouldn’t take too much convincing.”
“I’m sure it won’t.” Meg’s words, while not hostile or rude, were definitely loaded.
“What do you mean?” You questioned.
“Oh, nothing. Just that since meeting you, Mr. Green-eyes has been a little bit more…” She narrowed her eyes as she looked for the right word.
“Fun? Nice? bearable?” Charlie suggested.
“All of the above.” Meg agreed.
“Guys, we became friends purely by coincident and honestly, I think he just pities me because I have no idea how to deal with snow or fix up my cabin that is always falling apart.” You did your best to stop any kind of speculation but were sure your efforts would be in vain.
“Sure.” Sarah nodded unconvincingly while trying to conceal a smug grin, “It’s totally normal for friends to fake date to avoid my crazy sister’s over-the-top flirting, right?”
You rolled your eyes at Sarah and ignored Charlie and Meg chuckling. “Yes, it is totally normal. It’s also totally normal to uninvite a friend from crashing at my place so that she has to spend the night in the hallway of her apartment.”
“Nooo! I take it back.” Sarah pulled gently on the sleeve of your jacket. “All this is just a round-a-bout way of saying that we’re happy Dean is happy again, and you have a big part to play in that.”
Meg leaned over to Charlie and said under her breath, “How much do you want to bet there’s going to be another Winchester wedding not too far off.”
“I’ve got a hundred bucks on two years.” Charlie discretely placed her bet.
“Two hundred on under two years.” Meg raised her.
A subtle handshake sealed the deal as everyone wrapped up for the evening and Sarah packed a bag to take over to your place. The couch was far too small for anyone to sleep on, so she just stayed with you in your bed, but you didn’t mind. Sarah was pretty much your sister at this point.
The plan for the next day was the same as the last. After work, you’d go to Sarah’s place and help with painting, but this time you had to go water Dean’s plants before heading over. You let yourself in and sifted through the cabinets to find a pitcher, then filled it up with water and wandered over to the line of red clay pots that were placed along the ledge of the wall of windows. Water was pooled above the dirt on the first plant you approached, almost as if it hadn’t been absorbed from Dean watering it before he left. You rubbed the leaf with your fingers and let out an airy laugh upon finding it to be plastic.
You moved from each plant to the next and found each to have the same pool of water sitting stagnant on top. As you walked the pitcher back into the kitchen, you pulled out your phone and dialed Dean’s number. You two had casually texted throughout the day when you had down time at work, but you’d by lying if you said you weren’t excited to hear his voice. He picked up after just two rings.
“Hey there, Sweetheart.”
“Hey!” You realized how over-excited your tone was and tried to dial it down a notch. “Is this a good time?”
“Sure is. Sam and I just got back to the Hotel. We’re going to go find some dinner after he finishes curling his hair.”
You could hear a muffled “Hey!” in the background as Sam protested his brother’s claim and you laughed at their brotherly banter.
“So, I’m here at your place and I’m just curious, how long have you been watering these plants?”
“Just since my parents were here last week. My mom brought them in. Why? Don’t tell me they’re dead already.”
“No, no I don’t think you’re going to have to worry about them dying.”
“Why?”
“Dean, you do realize these are fake plants, right?”
Silence on the other end of the phone was deafening and you could just picture the fed-up look that was surely plastered on Dean’s face right now.
“There’s a lot of water sitting on top of the dirt. Did you not think that was odd?” You teased.
“I don’t know anything about plants. I figured it was just a slow absorbing dirt…”
Your laugh echoed with Sam’s on the other end, so you figured it was time to change the subject and spare Dean of any further embarrassment.
“While I have you on the phone, I actually have a favor to ask.”
“It’s your truck, huh? I’ve been wondering when that thing is going to poop out on you for good.”
“Hey, my truck is reliable, albeit a little old. But no, actually I was wondering if maybe you might be okay with me using your place this weekend.”
“Yeah, you already know you can hang out there as much as you want.”
“Would you be okay if maybe Sarah came over too?”
After miniscule hesitation, Dean agreed. “Sure. It’s not like she hasn’t been there before.”
“And what about Charlie and Meg?” You weren’t sure how far you’d be able to push your luck.
The hesitation this time was longer, but still shorter than you’d originally expected. “As long as Meg keeps her nosy self out of my stuff, then yeah, that’s fine.”
“Yay! Thank you!”
“What do you guys have planned that you need to use my place for?”
“A sleepover. None of us have a house big enough for all four. We’re just going to watch some movies, eat some junk food, make a few sacrifices for our black magic cult. Nothing too crazy.”
Dean had developed a specific laugh when it came to dealing with your sarcasm, and you loved it. Even hearing it over the phone made your stomach flutter just a little. “Just no virgin blood on the couch, okay?”
“That’s fair enough.”
Sam’s voice bellowed in the distance, telling Dean to hurry up.
“Sam’s finally done picking out earrings, so we’re going to go grab a bite to eat, but I’m glad you called.”
“Me too. Goodnight, Dean.”
“Night, Sweetheart.”
Dean flipped his phone shut and slid it into his pocket while he grabbed his jacket, unaware that the remnants of a goofy grin were still on his face. What he did notice were the side glances from his brother as they walked down the hall towards the elevator.
“What?” Dean’s tone was sharp.
“Nothing.” Sam shrugged. “Just, I never thought you’d let anyone use your house for a party, let alone a sleepover.”
“It’s not like I’m letting a bunch of homeless crazies crash there for the weekend. We’ve known the girls for years.” Dean entered the elevator and pressed the lobby button three times, as if that would make the elevator go faster.
“Not Y/N. You’ve only known her for a few months.”
“And?”
Sam teetertottered with the thought of confronting Dean about having feelings for you. He settled on the conclusion that all he had to risk was having dinner with a grumpy brother, which was not abnormal to start with.
“You like her.”
Dean felt blood rush to his face as he studied the blurred reflections of himself and his brother in the stainless steel of the elevator door. A few seconds of anticipation dragged.
“And?”
“And nothing. I really like Y/N. I think you two would be good together.”
Sam did his best to control the pleased grin that controlled his face at the moment. He wasn’t going to pry for any more information, considering that it had been years since Dean had felt anything towards anyone, never mind having romantic feelings for someone. The brothers enjoyed a fairly quiet dinner, and although Dean didn’t want to talk much more about his feelings, he was actually glad that he had confided in Sam.
By the time Friday rolled around, you were more than ready for the week to be over. It had been difficult without Ellen there to help at work, but that was behind you and a weekend of relaxing and doing nothing sounded perfect. You ran home and changed, then headed up to Dean’s place to turn light on and get the heat going before people got there. You ordered pizzas and pulled out some paper plates you brought from your place. Sarah showed up soon after you did with treats and drinks, followed by Charlie with games and Meg with movies.
Benny and Cas showed up later in the night as well, having been tipped off by Meg who “just can’t say no to Cas’s angel face”. It was fun having the boys there, although it was definitely different without Sam and Dean, especially considering this was Dean’s house. Benny’s contribution to the party was a case of beer, which seems to vanish quickly. Games were played, treats were eaten and by the time midnight rolled around, the locomotion was halting to a grind. You’d been having a thrilling conversation with an all-too-tipsy Cas, who was rambling about the benefits of intermittent fasting, a practice that he’d never actually tried, but apparently knew all about. After a while, you realized that the noise level had significantly dropped.
Meg, Benny, and Charlie were passed out on the couch not even an hour later, so you snapped a quick picture of the adorable trio piled uncomfortably on top of each other. Pulling some blankets from the wooden chest Dean had unsurprisingly handcrafted, you draped them across the puddle of friends and then joined Sarah and Cas in the kitchen. Sarah hadn’t had much to drink, so she was helping Cas pour himself a bowl of cereal without spilling milk all over the nice countertops. After he was done eating, you and Sarah ushered him over to the couch and got him comfortable with a pillow and blanket and he drifted off to sleep quickly.
“Are you tired?” You asked.
“Not really, you?” Sarah responded.
You shook your head and motioned towards the back door. Behind his house, Dean had a large deck with comfortable, oversized chairs facing out into the woods. You wrapped a thick wool blanket around you to block out the chilly breeze and Sarah did the same.
“This was fun. We should do this again soon.” You thought aloud and looked at the starts that seemed so close on this clear night.
“With Sam and Dean next time.” Sarah added.
“Yeah, it’s kinda weird without them here.”
You could tell simply from Sarah’s energy that she was dying to say something. You figured you’d have a few more moments to enjoy this peaceful night before she said what was on her mind.
“Okay,” she spat out, “I’m just going to ask once and then I promise I’ll drop it forever.”
You looked over at her, waiting for her question, pretty sure you already knew what, or who, it would be about.
“Is there something going on between you and Dean?”
Yep. There it was.
You took a deep breath and sighed. “I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I like him. He’s handsome and funny and kind and overall amazing. I just have a hard time believing that someone like that could have feelings for someone like me. And aside from that, I still have some trust issues after the whole Billy thing…”
Sarah did her best to scoot her chair closer you yours and give you a hug.
“How are things on that front? Any news on that asshat?”
You smiled slightly. “No, not that I’ve heard. Conor keeps me updated, but it sounds like Billy’s still at a fork in the road. He could either wake up or get worse.”
“I’m sure that’s so hard, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I wish I could just erase him from your life!” Sarah huffed, but then calmed herself. “But enough about that walking sack of dog crap. As far as Dean goes, I can tell he likes you. A lot. But can you blame him? You’re smart as a whip, gorgeous and hilarious. You’re literally the whole package. In just a few months, you’ve done what all of us,” she signaled towards the house full of sleeping friends, “have been trying to do for years. You bring out all the best parts of Dean. Not to mention, I’ve seen the way you two have fun around each other. You’re like children in the best possible way. Plus, you’ve got a best friend that loves you to death and would actually commit murder for you, even if it means that I’m killing my future brother-in-law if he ever puts a foot out of line.”
Sarah offered a guilty smile that made you giggle. “The scary thing is I know you’re not exaggerating! But really, thank you, Sarah. That means a lot to me. I’m just not sure that I’m ready to take the first step towards a relationship, you know?”
“Understandable. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t cross Dean off your list just yet.” She stood and offered you a helping hand up. “Come on, let’s go to bed. We’re going to need energy if we’re going to be dealing with those four and their hangovers in the morning.”
You and Sarah opted to share the guest room. Technically there were two guest rooms, but Meg had gotten uncomfortable on the couch and found her way down to the other. There was always Dean’s room, but you felt a little strange sleeping in there without asking permission first.
The next morning went smoother than originally anticipated. Benny, who you were sure would be hating his life, was up before anyone else and making breakfast for the crew. You wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water.
“Morning, Benny.”
Benny flipped three pancakes and then turned to face you, leaning against the counter. “Mornin’ cher. How we feeling today?”
“I’m pretty sure I should be asking you that. I’m surprised to see you up and at ‘em this early. Or on your feet at all.”
“It’s just in the Lafitte gene pool to bounce back quick.” He leaned towards you and spoke a notch quieter than before. “But between you and me, I know I’m getting old since it’s taking me longer and longer to recover.”
You took over the bacon station and started in on scrambled eggs while listening to Benny tell you all about Andrea. He seemed more than smitten with her so you suggested that he should invite her to come and hang out with everyone. Charlie eventually joined in and helped finish up the food. People trickled in one by one as the smell of bacon eventually woke them up.
Clean up didn’t take long with everyone pitching in, and after a few more hours of lounging around and talking, people started to head home.
You plopped down on the couch and pulled out your phone, swiping through the pictures you had taken from the night before. You picked the best ones and sent them to Dean. Not even three minutes later, he was calling you. You slid the green answer button over to the right and pressed the phone to your ear.
“Hey!”
“Looks like you guys had some fun last night.” Dean greeted. “I kinda figured Benny and Cas would find their way over at some point.”
“Benny made everyone breakfast this morning, so I’d say he earned his keep.”
“The man knows his way around a greasy hangover cure. Is Sarah there with you still?”
“No, she left a few minutes ago. What’s up?”
“Sam’s been trying to call her but hasn’t had much luck. He needs a ride back from the airport tonight.”
“You guys are coming back early?” You did your best to not be overly excited about the thought of Dean being back a few days early, but his response let you down.
“Sam is. The guy is too good at his job and got things wrapped up early on his end. But I’m actually staying another two weeks out here to get the transition underway.”
“Two weeks?” The disappointed tone couldn’t be hidden.
“It’s either stay now or miss Sam’s wedding in a few weeks, so I don’t have much of a choice.”
You let out a small sigh, but didn’t have time to add onto the conversation before Dean jumped back in. “But, hey listen, I know there’s a big storm supposed to roll through this week, so you should stay at my place. Park your truck in my garage so you don’t have to scrape it off and use the fireplace there. I didn’t get the chance to make sure yours was working properly before I left.”
“Dean, you’re literally 3 states away, you should not be worried about me.”
“You get cold in a room that’s seventy degrees. How are you supposed to survive a snowstorm in your cabin with those garbage windows?”
Your initial reaction was to deny his accusation, but you knew it was true.
“Plus,” he added, “if you froze to death, then I wouldn’t have anyone to bring in my mail for me while I’m on business trips.”
“Wow… I’m glad that’s all I’m good for.” You shook your head. “You know what, I shouldn’t have told you about the fake plants. I should have just let you water them to see how long it would take for you to notice.”
“We’re playing dirty now? I expected more from you, Sweetheart.” Dean’s airy laugh on the other end of the phone elicited a playful giggle from you.
“Shoot.” You could hear Dean’s voice slightly distance as he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the screen. “I’ve got a call coming through that I’ve gotta take. I’ll call you later, okay?”
A/N: Song #2 for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN Challenge. I know this doesn’t entirely fit the theme of the song, but it’s my interpretation and I had fun with it! Lying Eyes was my song, and I ADORE The Eagles. I hope ya’ll enjoy!
Dean’s whitewashed knuckled gripped the steering wheel as if his life depended on it. Sam knew why.
“We’re only three states away. We could make it in time.”
The clench of Dean’s jaw tightened at his brother’s words. Four months had passed since they saw your wedding invitation hanging on Jody’s fridge, and as time grew closer to D-day, Dean’s crabby attitude grew right along with it.
Dean had pushed you away out of the fear of getting you hurt, but Sam was well aware that his older brother hadn’t recovered from that self-inflicted wound. You were Dean’s world, and in some twisted way, cutting you out of it was his way of showing how much he loved you, but waking up without you by his side every morning caused physical aches in his chest and he regretted that decision deeply. The thought of you marrying someone else was enraging, but he knew he had no right to feel like that.
A few miles had passed along the rainy highway when Sam thought they began hydroplaning. He braced himself and quickly looked up from his laptop to see that Dean had violently flipped the car around.
“What are you doing?!”
“What the hell do you think I’m doing?” Dean’s eyebrows knitted together in determination, pulling a restrained smile from Sam, who couldn’t help but feel slightly excited to see an old friend again.
“Wow, honey, you look gorgeous.” Your mom fixed a haywire strand of hair and took a step back to admire you. She fanned her face with her hand to try and stop the tears from flowing, then excused herself from the room to collect her emotions.
You turned and looked at yourself in the full-length mirror. Your wedding dress was stunning, your hair was perfect, the venue was beautiful, and this day was playing out exactly as you had planned it to. The only things missing from this seemingly perfect picture were the feelings of joy and excitement that you knew should be there, and your smile was a thin disguise.
You shook away the voices of doubt in the back of your mind and made your way outside, ready to head down the aisle towards your future. You hadn’t made it ten feet out of the building when a familiar voice stopped your heart.
“Y/N!”
You turned slowly to find those green eyes that haunted your dreams standing behind you.
“Dean?”
He wasted no time or words.
“Do you love him?”
Speechless, all you could do was nod your head.
“I mean, do you really lovehim?”
Your nod was more hesitant this time.
He took a step closer and pulled your hand into his. “You can’t hide those lying eyes, Y/N. Please don’t do this.”
Damn that man. Even after all these years, he knew you too well.
You wanted to scream at him for breaking your heart, you wanted to be furious, but somehow, you ended up in the car you once loved, sitting next to the man who owned your heart.
I wrote this for @deanwanddamons Rock SPN challenge! My song was Paint it Black by the Stones. Not gonna lie, this is kind of a heavy little drabble for being just under 500 words but it ain’t a happy song, okay?! But let me know what you think!
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 493
Warnings: Character death
Summary: How is it possible to see anything but black when the only color is ripped from Dean’s life?
Dean’s feet were cemented to the ground as he watched from across the street. He had been there for hours, unmoved. Hands bore the painfully beautiful box that housed his only joy and carried her grievously out the doors of the church, leaving a trail that ripped any vibrance from the world in its wake.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black.
Tearful strangers followed, piling into vehicles that followed the hearse in a mournful parade. Dean couldn’t help but wonder who each of them were, and how they knew you. But he also knew that none of them knew you like he did.
I see a line of cars
And they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back
You were it for him, and he was it for you. You two had met when Sam went off to college, and Dean found himself constantly running back to you, vowing that he would leave the hunting life and settle down by your side. Not that he’d ever admit that he believed in soulmates, but Dean knew you were his, and he did everything in his power to keep you safe from any monster imaginable, only to have you pulled from his life at the hands of a brain tumor.
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
Dean was beyond feeling grief, beyond feeling pain, beyond feeling anything, and had no clue if the droplets on his cheeks were from the rain or from his tears. His feet led him towards the Impala, and he followed the procession towards the graveyard. He watched from the car as they lowered you into the ground, only just now able to process that he never got to say goodbye to you; that he would never hear your giggle again and questioned the purpose of living a life void of your color.
Maybe then, I’ll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up
When your whole world is black
It must have been two hours that Dean sat behind the wheel, eyes not focusing on anything in particular. He shoved the heavy car door open and trudged across the damp grass towards the overturned earth that was your final resting place. He fell to his knees, desperately trying to grab hold of one of the thoughts whizzing around in his brain. He had so many things he wanted to say to you, but all he managed to whisper was, “Why?”.
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
You were gone, taking the remains of Dean’s already broken soul with you. And just like that, Dean stopped caring about anything. The world could burn for all he cared.
I wanna see it painted
Painted black
Black as night
Black as coal
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Summary: You found a magic lamp but without speaking your wish, it made your darkest desire happen.
Pairings: Demon!Dean x Reader x Michael!Dean
Warnings: smut, threesome, language
Word Count: 1335
A/N: To celebrate 9000 of y’all here’s a filthy story! I cannot thank you guys enough for all your support and love and I am so grateful for all of you! <3 Feedback is loved!
“Shit.” You whispered, looking around the bunker, dropping the lamp, “Dean?!” You screamed, your eyes adjusting to the red light emanating. “Dean?!” You screamed again, running through the halls until you reached the map room, immediately stopping in your tracks. Two sets of green eyes faced you. One looking dapper in a three piece suit and a flat cap, the other clad in the red shirt of sex and tight jeans, hair messed up in comparison to the sleekness of the one across him. Your mouth hung loosely, they were not Dean, yeah, but. One was being possessed by the archangel Michael, whilst the other was a full pledge Knight of Hell.
“Fuck,” You breathed.
“Lovely for you to join us, (y/n).” The angel smirked, the demon began to walk towards you. You couldn’t help your filthy thoughts from escaping your head. The demon smirked, the same lips as the other but he carried a different swagger only you knew he can carry. Demon Dean flashed you his black eyes as he grinned. “This is exactly what you want, babygirl?” He asked. “It’s quite specific, your wish.” Michael said, walking closer.
You couldn’t stop the arousal pooling on your lower regions and you knew they knew and suddenly a warm presence was making its way up your legs and your heat. “Very much aroused.” Michael snickered, tsk-ing. You were frozen on the spot and Deanmon stepped closer, running his cold fingers on your cheek before grasping your chin to lift up to look at him, his eyes dark with lust. “Such a filthy slut you are.” He said through gritted teeth, his eyes flickering back and forth yours, as if reading your mind.
You let out a sinful moan, your lip coming in between your teeth. Michael walked behind you, pulling your hair to the side, his lips attaching to your neck, immediately going to the spot only your Dean knew. You gasped, feeling him lick your sweet spot, prompting you to tilt your head to the side, giving him better access. His grace was still spreading warmth across your pussy, making you wetter, you were sure you’re soaking through your jeans.
Deanmon leaned down to your lips, kissing you obscenely, his tongue roaming your mouth, showing clear dominance that you want to submit to. Michael’s hands gripped your hips tightly that you knew bruises would litter along their wake, and pulled you back against his chest and you can feel his growing member against your ass and as if your hand has a mind of it’s own, it started to descend in front of you, palming Deanmon’s evident bulge. “You want both of us, doll, how greedy of you.” Michael’s husky baritone sent shivers down your whole body, your legs trembling.
“You can get both of us, (y/n), you just got to work for it like the cockslut that you are.” Deanmon smirked before nipping and pulling at your lower lip. “Fuck yes.” You groaned and lowered to the ground, kneeling in between the tall men and the Deans pulled down their zippers and letting their rock hard dicks spring free. You grasped each one in your hand, barely fitting and took each one into your mouth. You started to move your hand on Michael’s length and you bobbed your head up and down on Deanmon’s length. You were letting out pornographic sounds that you thought you couldn’t even make and hearing the deep grunts of Michael as you switched your mouth to his and Deanmon’s sexual groan made you move your wrist faster.
Michael’s fingers ran through your hair close to your scalp and pulled, making you gasp a mixture of a moan and a whine. Deanmon smirked and grabbed your cheek. “Such a fucking slut.” He chuckled. He leaned down and lifted you up, making you yelp and he placed you on the edge of the table, you head hanging. “Wanna taste this fucking pussy while you get your mouth stuffed with Michael’s cock, you would like that won’t you?” Deanmon smirked but before you can reply, his tongue was slicking through your folds, causing you to moan, giving a chance for Michael to fill you up, effectively suppressing your loud gasp.
Your legs were shaking, wanting to close but Deanmon’s grip on them were tight, arms wrapped around each one, his shoulders effectively stopping you as well. Michael’s fingers tangled on your hair, holding your head still whilst his hips started to buck on their own accord. Your groans were suppressed, your eyes shut as pleasure erupted within your body, within your soul.You felt tingling sensations squeezing your breasts and you opened your eyes no hands touching you.
You looked up to Michael’s jaw slacking, his eyes closed as his breathing started to become erratic, you figured it was his grace. You looked down to Deanmon who had a smirk, his lips glistening with your come. “Ready to feel this fat cock buried deep inside your pussy?” He asked and all you could do was plead with your eyes and he gave you what you needed, thrusting deep. He didn’t give you a second to react because he was bucking his hips wildly, fucking you, making you scream. Michael smirked and pulled away, your scream echoing throughout the map room.
You looked up to Michael, who stroked his cock, wet with your saliva, watching your face contort in pleasure. Your pussy clenched around Deanmon’s cock and he grunted, flashing you his black eyes, his lips curved in cocky grin. “Ready to feel me come inside of you, babygirl?” He asked and you nodded. “Please, Dean!” You screamed and he grunted, his cock pulsing hot come inside you, coating your walls.
When Deanmon pulled away, Michael leaned down, kissing you. “Why don’t you kneel for me, doll?” He asked, his voice husky. You nodded, moving the best you could, going on all fours, exposing your heat to Michael. You started to feel his grace going up your thighs, then to your clit and you gasped, your leg giving out, if not for his hands gripping your hips, you would’ve collapsed.
Michael’s grace was teasing your clit when you felt him at your entrance, his cock stretching you once more. He grunted as he filled you to the hilt and you moaned out his name. He set out a controlled pace, hitting spots that made you scream and he went faster and faster. “M—Michael!” You grunted, falling on your forearms and you opened your eyes to see Deanmon sitting across you, fully clothed, just watching, smirking at your exhausted form.
You felt your fourth orgasm for the day linger. Michael smirked and worked on your clit, making his grace vibrate and you exploded. “Fuck!” You screamed, sweaty forehead against the table. “Gunna make me explode, doll, you want that? Want my come in there too?” He asked. “Yes! Yes—please!” You choked out.” “Greedy, greedy…” He tsked, his pace faltering, his grace vibrating harder and harder. Michael pulled multiple orgasms from you, your tightness pushing him to his release.
He groaned as he pulled out and you breathed heavily, laying on your back, spent and fucked out.
“Thanks for joining us, doll, til we fuckagain.” Michael smirked, his blue eyes shining, pulling you up, pressing his lips to yours, he moved away for Deanmon to do the same, pulling your lips against his teeth. “Til next time, babygirl.” He whispered, flashing you his demon eyes and they both disappeared.
You blinked your eyes and looked around to see yourself in bed, panting and worn out. You ran your hands through your head, the feeling of getting fucked by both still fresh in your mind and body, suddenly, the door opened and you looked up. Dean, your Dean, opened the door. “Hey, babe.” He greeted then cocked an eyebrow up. “You okay?” He asked, looking at your figure, concerned.
“Yeah, just had a weirddream, I guess.” You breathed.
Request: Could you do a Dean x reader fic where the reader makes a bet with Dean that he can’t keep his hands off of her for 24 hours and then when he breaks Dom!Dean smut? – Anon
Pairings: Dom!Dean x Reader
Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation
Word Count: 1172
Dean’s POV
She licked her lip, almost tauntingly. “I bet you, Dean Winchester, can’t keep your hands to yourself for a whole day.” She smirked, pushing my cup of coffee towards my direction. “Oh, sweetheart, the bet is on, what do I get as a reward?” I asked, taking a sip. “We get to do that little fantasy of yours.” She whispered and thinking about it just made my dick bounce. “It’s on.” I replied and she stood up, swaying her hips, her ass moving so deliciously. Fuck, this might be a hard bet, but that reward is so much more worth it.
I decided the best action to take was to keep myself busy and mostly not around her, I’ve got a good amount of self control but when it comes to her, her face, her lips, fuck, her ass, I just want to touch every inch of her, she makes me hard thinking about her. I groaned, resuming the task of changing baby’s oil.
I went back inside and saw her in the kitchen, wearing some tiny ass shorts and tank top, it was summer, it was hot. I eyed her and she winked at me. “5 hours, of fixing up baby, you enjoy running away from me?” She smirked. “Says a lot how much you want to touch me.” She added, running her hand up her body and giving a slight lift to her tits, god, my hands were tingling the moment she left the kitchen, giggling. “Son of a bitch.” I muttered to myself and proceeded to go to the library. “Why is (y/n) wearing almost nothing?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow and bringing the book lower to look at me as I opened my laptop.
“Because she made a bet that I can’t keep my hands to myself for a whole day. And I can!” I proudly said. He chuckled. “Okay, dude, whatever you say.” “What’s that suppose to mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Dean, you always have a hand on (y/n), like all the time.” He answered. “No… I don’t?” My reply came as a question. “Well, I’m leaving, I know your bets always end up in loud sex that I don’t ever want to hear again.” He said and stood up. “Where the hell are you going?” I asked. “Eileen’s.” Sam smiled and I and raised my eyebrows, nodding approvingly.
I was walking around back to our room to grab some weapons to clean when I heard her, I know that fucking noise. It was the distinct noise of vibrations and her sinful moaning. I opened the door and surely my cock instantly started to get hard. She was laying there naked and I knew she knew I was there cuz her pink lips curled into a smile. Her legs were spread wide, my flannel hanging loose on her shoulders as her hands got occupied with herself and the bright pink toy on her hand.
She moaned as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Her free hand was softly cupping her breast, slightly pulling on her nipples just as I would. She slowly moved the toy up and down a line, slightly teasing her entrance just like my thick fingers would. “Dean,” She breathed and I had to bite my lip, I could feel my cock wanting to burst out of my jeans. “This is so not fair.” I grumbled and she smirked
The toy buzz oh so delightfully in between her legs, soaking in just how wet she’s gotten “Dean, fuck—“ You moaned as you plunged the toy in your pussy. “The deal was for you not to touch me, doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself…” Fuck yes. I unbuttoned my jeans, my rock hard springing free and she watched me, her eyes dark with lust and I smirked, quite proud of the effect I have on her. “Fuck, yes… Dean…” She moaned, eyes shut tight, back arched, and I knew she was close, prompting me to quicken the pace my hand had on my dick.
Her moans filled my ear, I clenched his jaw, getting closer and closer by the second. “Dean!” She screamed and I was chasing my orgasm but I needed to be inside her, feel her tight fucking pussy. “Fuck this.” I groaned and stood up, taking two strides to the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. “You lost.” She panted with a grin. “Don’t fucking care. On your knees, baby.” I commanded and she licked her lips proceeding to the position. She grasped my dick, her hot mouth wasting no time to wrap around me. “Fuck.” I groaned, my head tilting back and my hand tangling unto her messed up hair, pulling.
“You feel so fucking good.” I grunted and lightly pushed her back so that she was laying and I gripped her thighs and parted them as I attached my mouth to her wet pussy. Her head landed on the bed moaning my name as I licked her clit to her entrance, fucking her with my mouth. Her legs quivered as they wanted to close but I held her tight, red marks littering across her thighs. “Dean, please—“ She begged.
I pulled away and knelt on the bed, pushing her legs up my shoulders, almost bending her body. I moved my cock through her folds. “Dean, please, want you—“ She choked out. “Want me where, sweetheart?” I smirked. “In me, please, fuck me!” “As you wish, baby.” I whispered and thrusted into her, burying my cock deep in her pussy, groaning as I felt her clench her walls. “So fucking tight, so fucking perfect.” I muttered, moving my hips back before slamming back into her, making her scream out my name.
I fucked her relentless, my hands were everywhere, her face, her waist, her tits, I made realize just how much I craved her contact, just to have her beneath my hands. My hips began to stutter and her legs began close. “Coming, Dean, please make me—“ She moaned. “I know baby, I’m right behind you.” I muttered. My hand gripped her hip while my other attached to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. She met my erratic thrusts but soon enough, I could feel her clench around my dick, pushing me to the edge along with her. “Fuck!” She screamed as she came hard.
I continued to move my hips, chasing my end and I leaned down, pressing a long hard kiss, making her moan against my mouth. “Fuck, (y/n)!” I screamed, spilling inside of her. I slowly pulled out and she groaned. “You okay?” I asked, handing her a towel. “Sore legs.” She murmured and I shot an apologetic look towards her. “Guess you can’t keep your hands off me.” She smirked, leaning up to kiss me. “Nah, ‘s cuz I love you.” I winked and she blushed. “I love you too, Dean, and since you’re very sweet, I might just let you live your fantasy.”
Request: Heya, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do something along the line of, reader is staying in the bunker with Sam and Dean and has a crush on both of them so is always trying to show off a little to get their attention but it never really works, then suddenly they both start actually seeing her and she ends up having one brother after the other and neither brothers realise but she doesn’t know how to tell them. – @missstartaylor97xx
Pairings: Dean x Reader and Sam x Reader
Warnings: language?
Word Count: 1351
A/N: This request was sooo cute! I am planning a continuation for this that will be a Dean ending and Sam ending!!! Feedback is loved!
You huffed as you tiptoed against the counter, your short height evident as you continued to reach for the brown sugar on the very top shelf and that’s in the very back. Sam glanced your way with a raised eyebrow, eyes scanning your exposed legs and fitted top. He cleared his throat and you stretched to look at him, seemingly trying to look like a damsel in distress. “Sammy,” You whined, bringing your voice a little higher. “Help me.” You continued and Sam cracked a small smile, standing up and then gracefully grabbing the packet of sugar. Of course, you let your eye wander along his muscled arms, his long legs, god, his chest—
When he handed you the packet, you smiled up at him and made sure to brush your fingers against it as he handed it to you. “Thank you!” You beamed and continued on making cookies, making sure to sway your hips just a little, knowing he’d be looking your way. “I’m making oatmeal cookies for you.” You announced and he smiled. “A little healthy version while Dean and I can enjoy the regular ones.” “That’s very sweet of you, (y/n).” He replied. “Of course, anything for you.” You murmured.
You decided to clean your car, wearing the shortest shorts, the tightest tank top, knowing that Dean was going to change baby’s oil, obviously overhearing him mention to Sam about it and not to bother him. You had just poured water on your car when you heard the garage door open and close, prompting you to look back. Dean was wearing a grey shirt and some loose fitting jeans that still showed off his bowed legs, you were ogling but you wanted to show him you indeed were.
Dean raised his eyebrow as he scanned your form. “Washing today?” His low voice asked. “Yup!” You smiled. “What’re you up to?” You asked, leaning down to grab the sponge in the soapy water, knowing your cleavage was going to be in his view. You looked back up and he smirked, walking to baby. “Just changing her up.” He answered and you smiled before continuing with your task at hand.
Dean slid out from under the car to grab a drink when he saw you perched on the hood, wiping the top of your car as you were unable to do it just by standing and he saw you struggle to reach the center without a mishap. He then noticed you’ve managed to soak through your small amount of clothes and he sauntered to you. “Need a hand?” He asked and you bit your lip before turning back to him. “S’okay, don’t want to bother you.” You murmured and he shook his head and grab the sponge from you, cleaning off the part you cannot reach. “Thank you, Dean.” He smirked and gave you a wink.
You woke up a little extra early, got your leggings and wore your cute sports bra. You were filling up your water bottle when Sam walked by the kitchen. “Where you going?” He asked, wearing his signature running outfit. “I wanted to do some yoga outside, it looked like a good day.” You replied with a small smile. “Oh that sounds fun, I’m goin’ running.” He said. “Well, you can join me if your like?” You asked, slightly puffing your chest out to accentuate your chests. “I’d love to.” He smirked and you smiled wide at him.
After your morning exercise with Sam, you showered and made your way to the war room, your weapons displayed, cleaning them one by one. Dean passed by to go to the library only to stop on his tracks as he saw you wipe down the barrel a little too sensual. He gulped down a lump on his throat and walked to the library. You smirked to yourself with how he reacted and internally high-fived yourself.
The boys started to see you, they were interacting with you more and more romantically which was making you giddy due to the fact that you had intense crushes on both brothers, Sam was more attentive when you two were doing research and Dean was physically interacting with you with all those stolen touches.
A knock on your door cut you off of your thoughts and you looked towards the doorway. “Hey, (y/n), uh, there’s this new diner I drove by if you want to go try it out?” Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck. You bit you lip and nodded. “Yeah, I’d love to, let me just change.” You replied and he smirked and left you to change. You giggled to yourself when you knew he was out of earshot and started to dress. “You look wonderful, (y/n).” Dean muttered and you smiled, blushing. “It’s nothing too special.” You said and he smirked, driving off to the said diner.
The next morning, you were grabbing a glass of water and you heard Sam enter, by the sound of their footsteps, and you turned around. “Hey, (y/n), you up for a run?” Sam asked with a wide smile. “And maybe we can grab some coffee at the shop?” He added right after. “I’d love to, Sam.” You replied.
“Hey, (y/n), you up for some shooting practice?” Dean asked when you were helping him clean some weapons you found in the bunker. “Uh, sure, but you know, guns aren’t my trusty weapon.” You joked with a sour face. He chuckled. “That’s why.” He reiterated and you playfully scowled at him. You followed him to the range and he showed you how to stand properly, how to angle your body and you had a pretty good idea how to but you intentionally made it look bad. You were focused on your target when you felt Dean move behind you, pressing his strong chest against your back, his arms raising to align with yours.
“Relax your shoulders,” He whispered against your ear and you had to restrict your body from quivering. You did as he instructed and he wrapped his hands on yours. “Don’t hold on too tight.” You loosened your grip. You could feel his breath against the shell of your ear. “Now, shoot.” You bit your lip as the shot rang, the bullet hitting the target dead center. You uncocked the gun and squealed, turning around to hug Dean, who had open arms. “See, told you.” He teasingly said and you giggled. “That’s cuz you’re a great teacher.” You winked and he chuckled.
“Qud anima damnatorum..?” You tried to pronunciate. You made a face and Sam chuckled, looking up from the book he was reading. “Hey!” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He stood up and pulled out a chair beside you. “Here, lemme see.” He muttered and you smiled, pushing the book closer to him. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Okay, quod animae damnatorum,” He started. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Quod,” He said. “Quod.” You repeated. “Animae,” “Animae damnatorum.” You happily finished and he smiled. “Awesome, you just gotta pronounce the individual vowel.” Sam said and you nodded.
“You’re such a great teacher, Sammy.” You murmured and he chuckled. “I wouldn’t say great but thanks, (y/n).” “No, you really are, you’ve literally masted Latin like it’s legitimately your second language already.” You pushed. “You’re too sweet.” He added and pulled you close, hugging you on your side.
The ride to the hunt was silent, each brother would glance at you, either the rear view mirror by Dean or Sam turning back and it dawned on you—you were so cooped up with the attention the boys were finally giving you that you essentially led them on and they didn’t even know. The blood drained from your face and you suddenly felt guilty. Dean glanced at you and immediately saw your pale face. “You okay there, sweetheart?” He asked and you looked up, meeting his gaze. Sam turned back and his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
“Uh—“
This was totally not gunna go the way you thought.
Request: Hii I was wondering if you could do imagine where y/n is huntress from europe (slovakia maybe) and she come help Sam and Dean, but in the end, after some months or year, when she and dean fell in love, she gotta leave cause she wanna protect them, and she say I love you to Dean in her mother language, but he has no idea what she said and after some days he asks Sam what that means and he when he say the meaning, Dean’s gonna cry? I hope you understand and thank you – @stxrmkatie
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: a smidge of hurt and angst
Word Count: 705
A/N: This is pretty short but I hope you like it, if you’d like a second part just send em in! Feedback is loved!
“So get this,” Sam started, capturing Dean’s attention with a slightly annoyed sigh due to the overused phrase. “This monster isn’t native here.” He continued. “So, meaning?” Dean reiterated. “Meaning, we don’t have the things to kill it—“ “It’s called a vodyanoi, I suppose you two are American hunters?” An accented voice asked from behind the boys. Dean first turned, brows furrowed and Sam’s eyebrows looked shocked. “Not so subtle in your talking…” She murmured and Dean immediately drew back his expression. “I’m (y/n), from Slovakia, where the vodyanoi originated, someone tried to take it in the States.” She explained.
“Would you mind helping us out?” Sam asked, eyeing the way Dean had just been struck. “I definitely do not, after all, I travelled very far to kill it.” She beamed and Dean subtly pulled his lower lip between his teeth as he bit it, unfocused. “Dude!” Sam nudged his brother seeing her smirk, turning around and Dean just staring at her. “Wh—what?” Dean shook from a trance that is this Slovak girl. Sam rolled his eyes. “Let’s go!” He pushed, laughing, glancing at (y/n) as Dean was still frozen in his spot.
“Thank you so much for your help, (y/n).” Sam sighed, handing you back the weapon. She smiled. “No, I think the thanks goes to you two.” She gratefully said. “Sweetheart, you were great out there.” Dean muttered, still in a state of trance. “You are more than welcome to stay with us—if you want to.” Dean was quick to his offer and Sam smirked. He knew his brother had a pretty devastating string of love life that he was happy that (y/n) seems to like him as well. “I—Yeah, that’ll be great.” She smiled.
The next few days were hunt free and Dean took that time to get to know her, to show her how different America is to Slovakia. She enjoyed everyday, most especially with Dean. “I like you, very much, (y/n).” Dean whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and leaned in, Dean going in for the last inch, kissing her deeply. A few months of hunts and relaxation and time with the Winchester brothers, a call with a tone that (y/n) wished she didn’t hear. She pulled away softly, pecking his lips. “I have to answer this.” She said and he nodded.
She moved a few feet away and answer the phone. “(Y/n), musíte sa vrátiť. Chápem vašu príťažlivosť, ale nemôžeme riskovať veci.” The voice said, talking about (y/n) having to come back and not risk anything. She clenched her jaw. “Rozumiem. Budem tam o týždeň.” She replied saying she’ll be back in a week. Tears threatened to spill and Dean knew what she was about to say. “When do you have to go?” He asked, his green eyes shining with pain. “In a week.” She answered. “Do you have to?” He asked, cupping her cheek. “I need to protect you guys.” She whispered. “And I have to. They need me.”
A week quickly passed and the two spent every passing minute together until the faithful day that Dean brought her to the airport. “That was the best year I’ve ever had, (y/n).” Dean smiled, kissing her forehead. “Same for me, Dean, I promise you, we will see each other soon.” She whispered. “I promise too.” Dean said and kissed her deeply. “Ľúbim ťa.” She whispered kissing him once more.
Dean didn’t know what she just said but he will remember it to his heart. “Ľúbim ťa…” He whispered to himself, eyebrows furrowing together. He and Sam were researching when Dean had the urge to just ask Sam. “Sammy, what does this mean,” Dean paused remembering just how she said it. “Ľúbim ťa.” He pronounced. Sam’s eyebrows shot up and gave his brother a sad smile. “Ľúbim ťa means I love you in Slovak.” Sam explained. Dean’s heart shattered. He knew she knew that he loved her through his actions but now he knew she loved him back.
Tears slowly slipped down his cheek and Sam patted his brother, walking by to grab some beer.
Request: Hi sorry to bother u but can u do a deanxreader where reader has back pains and dean offers to give her a massage, and he sits on her lower back/butt area and it turns into something more. Thanks! I understand if u can’t write it b/c u prob get a Lotta requests. – Anon
“Son of a bitch,” You groaned, pressing your free hand to your lower back, and swinging your machete to your other shoulder. “You good there, (y/n)?” You looked up to Dean, dragging the vampire’s dead body to the pile. “Peachy.” You faked a smile. Dean couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the noises you elicited, his hips jerking forward. “What’s up?” He asked, being better at expressing his feelings of concern towards you, not that he didn’t care, he always assumed that getting too close to you could cost your life, but you had quickly proven that trusting and expressing to each other would be good, considering that you’ve saved his life multiple times.
“Just some back ache, comes with aging,” You joked, making him chuckle. “We should head back, Sammy’s gunna need meds, I promised to pick some up for him.” Your voice sounded hoarse. “I think we should get something for you, maybe some muscle patches too?” Dean suggested, shrugging. You couldn’t help but smile. He’s gotten better at showing he cared, a lot. It also helps that you know of his tiny crush on you. More like large, according to Sam, ever since your first encounter with them as you saved them. “Yeah, he hasn’t gotten sick in a while.” Dean affirmed and you both trotted to baby after setting the bodies aflame.
Dean always glanced at you as a whine escapes your parted lips, your hand trying to alleviate pressure from your back as you sat. You promptly twisted your upper body, grounding your feet and you heard the satisfying cracklings of your spine. You did it on the opposite side and you side, a little bit of the pain leaving your body. “Holy shit, (y/n), is that even safe?” He asked, stunned. You giggled, another sound he loved to hear. “It helps.” You winked and he chuckled, focusing on the road once again.
You had dropped by the pharmacy, got a lot of necessities, medicine, and first aid and all that to stock up the bunker, your new found home. After Dean getting a slice of pie, you were both heading back.
You and Dean brought all your stuff inside and Sam was in the library, on his laptop with a blanket draped around his back. “Hey Sammy,” You greeted, acquiring Dean’s nickname for him early on. You were two years older than him and he’d looked up to you as a sister, even though he still found himself being like an ‘over protective brother’ to you too. “Hey guys, how was the hunt?” He asked. “Totally good.” You replied, your smile turning sour when you bent down to put your bag down. “Are you hurt?” Sam immediately asked, pushing his chair back to stand up.
“No—no, I must’ve pulled something in my back, just gettin’ old,” You joked and he chuckled.
“You’re not old.” Dean snickered, playfully rolling his eyes. “Feels like it.” You scrunched your face and the brothers laughed. “I’m going to shower.” You announced and Dean decided to make soup for the three of you, most especially his sick brother. “You’re ogling her.” Sam teased, smirking at his brother. Dean scoffed. “Am not.” “If you say so.” Sam teased and Dean ran for the kitchen.
After letting hot water run down the expanse of your back for another minute, you stepped out of the shower, wiping down your whole body, putting on some loose jumper and some shorts. You went back to the library just as Dean was bringing a bowl of hot soup to Sam, who thanked him. “Eat up, sweetheart, this should help you too.” He grinned you murmured a thank you, before sitting down. “I think you two should rest and the three of us can do a case once you’re all better.” You said.
Sam smiled. “Don’t you like hunting with me? Like we used to back when Sam was in Stanford?” Dean pouted and you thought that was the cutest thing ever. You giggled and Sam’s smile grew wide. “I do, Dean, but I’m having issues with my back, and I know you’re pretty beaten up too, a couple of days isn’t gunna hurt.” You smiled and his pout went away. “How ‘bout I make pie tomorrow for us to enjoy?” You asked and he grinned. “Bribery accepted.” He hummed and you and the younger Winchester chuckled.
After the light dinner, you helped Sam out in the translation he was well occupying himself whilst being sick as Dean offered to clean up. The hours ticked by fast, Sam heavily asleep with the medication he’d taken. You were doing a bit of stretching when Dean passed by your bedroom. He arched an eyebrow, his eyes slowly looking at the expanse of your legs and the exposed skin by your hips with the jumper hanging low. “You okay there, sweetheart?” Dean asked and you looked up at him. You groaned and stood up. “Just, it’s either my spine’s all fucked up for I have a ton of knots in my back, like those wired earphones.” You scoffed and Dean laugh.
“Would you like me to give you a massage?” His tone had no malice but your brain went to multiple directions. “Yes,” You voiced out before you actually thought of it. You bit your lip and he just gave you a soft smile, entering your room then closing the door behind him. You took off your jumper to reveal a slim bralette you like to wear to sleep.
Dean tried his best not to groan at the sight, it wasn’t the first time he saw you in your underwear, heck, he’d accidentally seen you naked before, as you did to him. “I think I’ve got oil somewhere here,” Your voice cut out his incoherent thoughts and just nodded. You fished it out of your drawer and handed it to him before laying on your stomach on the bed. “’S it okay for me to sit on you?” He asked and you hummed in approval. He did as he suggested, sitting and trying not to put too much weight on your plump ass.
Dean poured a little bit of oil on your back, glistening in the light and he began to press his thumb on your muscles. You tried to bite back a moan but was unsuccessful. He could feel himself twitch at the sound but powered through, going lower on your back until he was massaging the small area between your ass and lower back, squeezing your hips. His hands felt soft despite having rough and calloused edges. The sheets in front of you were bunched up in your fists and you knew you were getting wetter as the seconds passed.
Dean’s hands were going up and down each arm and then back on your shoulders, your neck, then they slowly descended down to your waist. “Fuck, Dean.” You breathed and Dean jolted. He sucked in some air as if gathering some courage and descended to your ass, cupping and squeezing them. He moved towards your legs and started to massage your thighs and legs. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, (y/n).” When he was coming back up to squeeze your backside.
“Fuck, yes, continue.” You shivered at his tone and mumbled against the pillow and he chuckled darkly at how you’re reacting to his touches. His hands continued to massage your body but he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the valley of your shoulder and neck and you moaned, body tingling. You pushed back on your ass, Dean groaning as you brushed against his hardening length. “Fuck, baby.” He shut his eyes, his breath hot on your neck. It spurred you on, grinding up to him and his free hand lands on your hips, tight and warningly.
“Fuck me, Dean.” You whispered, leaning up towards the side where his face was. You moved your head more towards him and he kissed you feverishly. He sat back up, prying your legs open with his hands, this time, slowly running his fingers over your cloth-covered core, your hips bucking in response. Dean hooked his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and underwear, slowly stripping the pieces of clothing off of you, your ass slightly bouncing when it went over them and Dean but his lip, one of his hands grabbing a handful and squeezing. You lifted your hips up and brought your hands up to shimmy off your shorts since Dean got mildly distracted.
He squeezed your inner thigh and you instinctively tried to close them if not for his strong knees stopping them from moving. His fingers ran through your folds teasing your entrance and you couldn’t help but mewl. Dean clenched his jaw and pulled off his shirt. He then worked on your pants and you had to look back, meeting his eyes as you roamed his body. He gave you a boyish smirk and you swore you could come just by that. “You really want this, (y/n)…?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss your back, making you shiver, feeling his cock press against your ass.
“Heck yeah, would’ve asked you to massage me a long ass time ago if I knew this would happen.” Your voice was breathy as he started to grind his hips against yours. “Shit, babygirl, wish I’d known, would’ve done it sooner.” He whispered, nibbling on your earlobe, making you wetter by the second. He slowly pushed in, groaning at your tightness. “Fuck.” You pushed back, whimpering when his free hand grabbed your hips and thrusting in fully. “Dean!” You moaned.
He let you adjust before pulling back and slamming back in. “You’re so tight, baby.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “Fuck me, Dean, please.” “Will do, babygirl.” He grunted and proceeded to pound you. Your moans and his grunts were echoing along the walls and you only hoped Sam was snoring away loud enough not to hear you. You were fisting the sheets in your hands as your hips bucked back to him. His thrusts were fast and erratic and soon enough, it was uneven yet hard enough to make you scream. “Fuck, (y/n), coming—“ He grunted. “Fuck!” You screamed. He felt you clench around his throbbing cock.
“Come for me, babygirl.” He whispered against your ear and you did, moaning out his name along with a string of profanities. He groaned, feeling overwhelmed with your tightness and just as you backed your hip up to him, he came, spilling deeply inside of you. He rode out both your orgasms and slowly lifted himself off of you. You twisted around to lay on your back and he leaned down, kissing you fully. “Are you satisfied with your massage?” He asked with a cocky smirk. You laughed, slapping his chest. “You gotta answer it, (y/n)!” He laughed. “Yes, Dean, it was a very very satisfying happy ending.” You answered with a wink, prompting him to laugh even more.
He leaned down and pecked your lips. “Well that leaves the question, will we finally be together?” He asked. You heart swelled as you leaned up, kissing him tenderly. “Absolutely.” You whispered.
