Summary: Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves? — Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.
Chapter Warnings: NSFW…the filth continues. Slight angst too, because Dean’s feelings are all over the place - but hers are too, so.
Dean hums. He feels a tingle traveling up his spine, a sensation that makes his toe curl in the best possible way. He blinks his eyes open, and looks down at what causes the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He blinks again, eyelids opening and closing in quick succession, head shaking slightly because he just can’t fucking believe what he sees.
Between his thighs, Y/N looks up at him with hooded lids. The fingers of one of her hands are wrapped around his rigid shaft, pumping it up and down while she licks and sucks at his balls.
Fuck.
Suddenly, last night’s shenanigans come flooding into his brain, and he’s well aware that they’re both butt naked. After the incredible sex, they got into the shower to clean themselves up, but he ended up eating her out under the warm spray and took her a second time, fucking her right against the shower tiles. He cleaned her up again once they found their way back into bed, licked at her sensitive cunt until she came on his tongue, and begged for him to stop.
Dean’s dick twitches in her grip when he thinks back. Now that he’s had a taste, he definitely cannot get enough of her, and it makes hope bloom in his heart to know that she seems to be thinking the same.
“Y/N, baby,” he croaks out, sucking in a breath as she licks up his shaft and swirls her tongue around the head of his dick, tongue dipping into the oozing slit. “Fuuuuuck, you’re insatiable.”
“Mmmh,” she hums with her mouth full of his cock, bobbing her head up and down before she sucks at the tip. She hollows out her mouth, letting his dick bounce out with a pop before licking her lip and fucking smiles.
Shit. He’s so fucking gone on her.
“You love it,” Y/N says, pumping his cock with her hand before gripping it at the base then opening her mouth to slap it against her outstretched tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls. “Of course I love it.” Because I love you. He wants to add, but doesn’t. “Look at you, fucking naughty girl, baby. Sucking me off when I’m still sleeping. Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” She swallows him down again, causing him to choke on his own saliva. Dean bucks his hips involuntarily, driving his dick further into her warm and wet mouth, making her gag around his girth.
Y/N pulls away then, coughing but she’s right on him again, bobbing her head while she cradles his sac between her nimble fingers, massaging them gently.
“Come up here,” he gestures with his hands, and she lets go of him with another pop before brushing away the drool around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her other hand is still pumping his dick steadily, and as soon as she’s in reach, Dean pulls her closer and kisses her roughly, tongue infiltrating her mouth, sucking his own taste off her lips. “Straddle my chest backwards,” he commands. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes when she registers what he wants to do. Hell, he’s hungry for her pussy too.
Y/N throws her legs over his torso, and soon enough her mouth is back on his cock, slurping up the excess drool that’s running down his shaft.
“Back up, baby, wanna have my breakfast too.”
She hums around his dick, knees shuffling back cautiously until his nose bumps against her soaking slit. Dean inhales deeply, groaning as the scent of her arousal hits him. His mouth waters at the sight.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”
“Mmmhh,” she hums in response.
“All this from sucking my cock?” His fingers start to massage her tiny bud before dipping into her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, it’s the fucking best thing ever.
She’s bobbing her head, impaling her face on his thick cock, the gluck gluck sound loud in the room as the tip of his dick hits the back of her throat. Dean’s working his tongue too, swiping it through her slit, sucking the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and tickling it with the tip of his tongue while two of his fingers find their way inside her slick heat. Y/N becomes so much wetter now, her arousal running down from his fingers to his wrist.
He gets her to moan when he hits a particularly good spot inside her. Dean rubs at it, humming with his mouth full of her pussy. It’s not the best position to eat her out, but god, it’s still so fucking good.
“Come, Y/N, I want you to come all over my face,” he rasps, head surging forward again to suck at her clit while he still finger fucks her.
There’s a squeal when she comes, pausing briefly to catch her breath from sucking him off while her cunt contracts around his fingers and her juice practically drips down onto his face. He eagerly laps at her pussy, pulls his fingers out to be able to drink her in properly.
“Fuck,” she giggles after she’s come, starts to spread little kisses up and down his shaft. “That was so good.”
“Yeah?” He smacks his lips before licking them clean.
“Yeah.”
And then she’s already back around his dick, going down on him so deep his balls draw up from sheer pressure.
“Holy– fuck, Y/N!” His hand shoots down to the nape of her neck, pinning her down while he thrusts his hips up to get her to take him deeper and stays there for a couple of seconds. “God, you’re going to make me come, baby.”
There’s resistance against his palm and Dean lets her come up for air, his other hand still rubbing lazy circles around her clit, thumb dipping into her pussy occasionally. It gets her to mewl so sweet, it certainly keeps him going.
“Come, Dean, wanna taste you,” she breathes airily, before swallowing him down again. Y/N takes him so deep, her throat making a sound every time he hits it.
Fuck, he didn’t really need an invitation to do it but hearing those dirty words coming out of her mouth makes him shudder. He growls deep when he comes, pushes his hips up in order to be able to bury his dick as far inside her mouth as it would go while spilling hotly into her throat. “Oh, fucking fuck!” He curses while his hips spasm. His thighs are trembling, and he swears he sees fucking stars.
She coughs when she pulls away and then she climbs off him, sits up and brushes at the tears at the corner of her eyes. She’s still smiling, though, and he really would love to take a picture of her right now, so debauched and awfully sexy – it nearly gets him going again. It’s like his dick didn’t get the memo that he’s not a fucking teenager anymore.
Sitting up on her knees, she scoots up to him, and as soon as she’s close enough, Dean pulls her in for a heated kiss. His taste is strong on her tongue, which doesn’t really bother him at all because, under all these layers of his heady taste, there’s still something that’s just… her, and that’s what he’s after, chasing the taste in her mouth and sucking it off her tongue.
Y/N giggles when he starts to kiss down her neck, his stubble probably tickles her. “Dean.”
“Hhm?” He whispers against the skin he’s nibbling at.
“I have an interview at nine.”
His eyes widen at that, “Shit, what time is it?”
In their haste, he has forgotten to set his alarm but judging by the light filtering through his windows, it’s past his usual waking up time.
“It’s almost eight.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles against her skin and can’t resist sucking at her flesh one more time.
“That’d be nice, but not now.” She laughs softly before pushing away from him in order to get off the bed. Y/N picks up her clothes strewn across the floor, and Dean enjoys the view. “I’ll be home around lunch time,” she says before slipping out of the door, leaving him to process what happened during the last twenty-four hours.
Groaning, he rubs his hands over his face, the heady scent of her still clinging to his fingers. Shit. He just fucked his son’s girlfriend. There’s probably a special place in hell for him. Especially because he doesn’t regret it, and he’s absolutely not opposed to doing it again. Doing her again. And again. And again.
With a grunt, Dean pushes himself off the bed and gets into the shower. He should get going too, he’s sure Benny will give him an earful if he is late.
*
“I’m taking half a day off,” is what Dean greets his employee with as soon as he arrives at work just in time for Benny’s third coffee break.
The other man eyes him suspiciously while taking a sip from his mug. He swallows before he speaks. “You okay, brother? You sick or somethin’?”
Dean draws his head back, blinks in confusion, “What?”
Benny shrugs, “You never take days off.”
“Yeah, well, I need half a day today.”
“Why?”
He thinks about Y/N, how he really wanted to spend more time with her, thinks about her smile and her laugh, and her fucking tits and her tight pussy and her—
“—You’re smirking.” His friend interrupts Dean’s thoughts rather abruptly. It aggravates him a little.
“Shut up,” he grumbles and pushes past his friend into his office.
*
Y/N is standing at the stove when Dean arrives home just after 1 PM. She’s still wearing a white blouse which is neatly tucked into her black pencil skirt while her feet are bare, her heels abandoned by the door. The outfit is probably her interview attire, and fuck, if he would have to interview her, he would not be able to concentrate.
The senses are coming back to him in a rush. There’s the smell of something delicious lingering in the air. He really, really could eat her alive.
She’s stirring a wooden spoon around in a big pot before scooping up a little of what she’s cooked then bringing it to her lips for a taste. Humming contently, she abandons the spoon on the top of the pot and washes her hands before drying them off on the dishtowel.
When she’s turning around and notices him, she smiles. “Hey.”
Dean cannot quite speak yet, he’s too overwhelmed by the sight, the smell, and the fucking view.
“I hope you’re hungry, I made chili,” she goes on, wringing her hands in front of her.
Fuck it. Seriously. Fuck. It. He came home with the intention to talk to her first, desperate to know where he stands and where they will go from here. Because he’s still a decent man, a dick most of the time, but still decent. However, he was not prepared to come home to her like this, so yeah— fuck it.
He crosses the distance between them in no time, and is thankful that she made chili, because at least that can be left to stew on the stove for quite a while. He’s not ready to eat yet.
Cradling her face between his big palms, Dean presses his lips to hers, kisses her with a certain want and a need he rarely feels in himself. His one hand goes back to the nape of her neck in order to angle her better, to be able to press her closer to him. Her hands fist in his shirt before they go lower, and suddenly, he feels her fingers brushing against his bare stomach, having sneaked them under his clothing. She goes further down, nails scraping at the elastic of his underwear until she can slip inside and wrap her hand around his growing cock.
He bites down on her lips at the touch, causing her to gasp into his mouth. Dean sucks the lip in to soothe the pain before pulling away slightly. He leaves his forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing hard.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he shudders, when her thumb brushes over the slit on the tip of his cock, the finger of one of his free hands trailing down her blouse until he rubs at the peaking nipples through her shirt. “Can the food wait?”
She grins when she bites down on her bottom lip, “Yeah, it can wait.”
Immediately, he kisses her again and she walks him backwards, pushing him out of the kitchen until they’re in the hallway, her hand still steadily pumping him.
Dean growls before pinning her to the wall right by the stairs. Jesus, he’s too fucking impatient. With one quick turn, he has her chest pressed against the wall while his forearm is holding her in place. His other hand makes quick work of her skirt, fingers finding the clothing, gripping it tight, and pulling it up her pretty ass until it’s bunched around her waist. He drops his hand to her pussy, grunts when he finds no barrier.
“Fuck, Y/N, no underwear?”
“No.”
His palm connects with the skin of her ass cheek, causing her to gasp at the sharp sting. “Fucking naughty girl.”
“Uh-huh,” she breathes out, arching her back to wriggle her ass against his bulge.
“You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Maybe?”
Dean chuckles when he leans closer, grinding his dick against her ass some more, making her feel exactly how hard she makes him. Make her feel how much he fucking wants her. “Fucking tease.” He slaps down on her luscious bottom once more before his hand finds a way in between her thighs, brushing his fingers along her soaked slit.
“You love it,” she gasps when he rubs circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Damn right, I do.”
Pulling his hand away, he hears her whimper. It makes him chuckle again. Stepping back a foot, he works on his pants and lowers them enough to release his hard cock with one hand while he still has her pinned with his other arm. Spitting into his hand, Dean pumps himself a couple of times before he holds his dick by the base and steps closer to her again, sliding the tip of his cock through her slick pussy.
She moans, “Dean.”
“I got you, baby.”
On his third slide through the mess of her juices, his dick catches at her entrance, and Dean pushes in, working himself inside her slick heat, going as deep as her body would allow him, up until his pelvis is pressed against the soft of her cheeks. They both release a groan at the same time once he’s sheathed.
“Fuck,” he lowers his lip to her neck, sprays kisses all over the skin that’s exposed to him while he starts to pump his hips slow but deep. “Miss this. Missed you. Could only think about you.”
Was that too much? Too soon? He can’t really bring himself to care. His head is in the fucking clouds.
“Mmh,” Y/N hums contently, arching her back to give him better access. She really is a fucking dream.
He catches her earlobe between his teeth, nibbles lightly at it as she mewls and backs up against him. Dean groans when his dick hits even deeper. “Fuck, baby. Could live in this tight pussy, never want to stop fucking you.”
“Then don’t,” she breathes out. “Please don’t stop.”
Dean chuckles when he places a kiss just below her ear. Then he pulls out. The loss pains him terribly.
With one swift tug at her waist, he has her turned around before hitching up her one leg around his waist, “Jump,” he commands, arms already in the position to catch her.
There’s a hint of a grin tugging at her lips before she hops into his arms. Dean’s quick to slide his dick back into her tight heat, groaning and dropping his forehead onto her shoulder at the snug feel around him. He’s not lying when he says he never wants to stop doing that. Fuck.
“Hold tight,” he whispers once he regains at least a bit of his composure, his one arm supporting her ass, kneading it a little, for good measure, while his other hand is holding his pants up before he proceeds to walk up the stairs and into his room. It’s a tough task, because she’s an impatient little minx who’s grinding on his dick while her lips attack his neck. Dean has to stop halfway up for a brief moment – fucking distracting is what she is. But honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
*
She’s lying next to him, all blissed out and sated. He doesn’t fare any better after their session. Her head is pillowed on his chest, her damp hair sticking out and tickling his face. Y/N’s fingers trace lazy circles around his nipple and Dean flinches every time she gets too close, which earns him a giggle because she obviously thinks it’s so fucking funny that he’s sensitive there. He brushes the pads of his fingers up and down her spine, and he thinks he could fall asleep like this. Would give a lot to be able to fall asleep like this and wake up to her next to him for the rest of his life. But he knows that reality will come crashing soon. Way too soon.
And when Y/N opens her mouth to speak, he realizes just really how soon it’ll be.
“I got the job today.”
“Oh? Already?” He says, tilting his head to look into her warm eyes and see her face. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s glowing. “Congratulations.” Dean leans down to kiss her forehead.
“Yeah. It was the second interview, actually,” she pauses to swallow, “It’s just…” Y/N trails off, nails still circling around his nipples, “the job’s in New York.”
“Oh,” Dean huffs.
“Basically, I have two options. Either take the job or go to grad school here.”
“What do you want to do more?”
“I don’t know,” Y/N shrugs, “the job is a good one, and the pay is okay, I guess. They said I have a bright future at their magazine if I chose them they have already offered me a chance of promotion if I prove myself in the first six months. I could make a difference there, could work my way up. But grad school is good too, although, with the school, I don’t really know what comes after. New York sounds more adventurous, though.”
He’s not entirely sure what she wants to hear him say. Does he want her to go? Absolutely not. But who is he to hold her back? She’s still so young and she literally has her whole life still ahead of her. He can’t possibly be selfish and deny her of a great career and future. Besides, who is he to give her advice, he’s not even her boyfriend. Shouldn’t Ben have a say in this?
Stay, is what he really wants to say, but instead, he clears his throat, and then, “If your heart says it wants the job, you should go. New York’s a great opportunity. Sammy, my brother, is there too.”
She tenses next to him and he can feel her body go rigid in his arm. It feels like she’s been holding her breath because there’s an eternity of silence with nothing but the sound of the beating of his heart in his ears. Y/N lifts herself off him, her eyes fixed on his face as if she’s looking for something. Dean doesn’t know what she’s searching for.
“Okay,” she says, her voice meek. And then she rolls away from him. “I have to– uh, I need a moment to think about all of it.”
Dean lifts himself on his forearms, watching her hastily picking up her clothes off the floor, “What about the food?”
“You can go ahead, I’m not hungry,” Y/N says in passing as she walks to the door, not sparing him a glance. The door closes behind her and Dean has no fucking clue what’s happening.
Summary: Dean’s excited to spend the last weeks of summer vacation with his little girl – but what if the girl is not who Dean thinks she is? Or— a story where Millie and Dottie meet at summer camp and decide that their parents should stop being idiots.
Chapter Warnings: Some fluff, a lot of emotions
WC:2,934
A/N:Just something lighthearted. It will be 10 chapters long! Hope you enjoy :)
Dean is in the middle of a meeting when his phone starts to buzz in his pants pocket. He pulls it out quickly and releases a huff of breath when he sees the screen. It’s a picture message from Sam.
Thumbing over the display, he brings the message up. It’s a selfie of Sammy and his little girl, Millie – well, not so little anymore, but she’ll always be his little girl, no matter how much she hates to hear it – their cheeks are pressed together, both of them smiling wide, the white of their teeth showing.
[Sam] She’s landed. Everything’s okay and came back with ten toes and ten fingers, a full set of hair and teeth. Don’t worry about us.
Dean ignores Raphael’s side-eye from two seats over, thumbing over the screen to shoot his brother a quick reply.
[Dean] Thanks, Sammy. Get her home safe, okay? Tell her I miss her, and that I’ll be home soon.
He locks the device and pushes it back into his pocket, returning his attention to the PowerPoint presentation while silently cursing his boss, Dick, that he didn’t let Dean take half the day off to pick up his own daughter from the airport. There are stakeholders sitting in this meeting, hence his presence was crucial, but still.
It has been five weeks without his daughter. Five weeks of missing her and wondering how she was doing at camp. It was Bobby’s idea to send her there, Dean didn’t want to, but she did have a long summer holiday, and even though Sam’s still doing his last year of PhD to become a professor of Law, he still couldn’t help Dean take care of Millie for the whole summer like he did last year. They figured out together that the summer camp in Minnesota would be the best fit. He first thought that selling the whole camp-idea to Millie would be a challenge, but in the end, the ten-year-old didn’t need much persuasion.
So, five weeks ago, he sent her off and now she’s back, and god, he’s so eager to see his girl – but first thing’s first. He has to sit through this fucking meeting.
*
Dean makes a detour at the shop right around the corner of the subway stop in order to buy Millie some sweets she likes, and he couldn’t help himself, picking up one of the plush animals standing by the counter for her too. It has big round eyes, and it’s very pink. Millie’s going to tell him she hates it, and that she’s way too old to have a plushie, but in secret, they both know that she’ll take it to bed. That’s how they work.
With a plastic bag hooked on his fingers and his laptop bag swung over his shoulder, Dean walks a couple of yards to the building he lives in. He was lucky to get a good deal on the penthouse which was on the top floor. It’s big enough for Sam to live with him, and their arrangement works perfectly for both of them. He saves a lot of money on a nanny while Sam saves on rent, and Millie has a chance to grow up around her favorite people.
The doorman, Doug, greets Dean as soon as he steps foot into the foyer. He’s grinning at him. “Evening, Mr. Winchester. The little princess is waiting.”
“Hey, Doug. How is she?”
“Gotten bigger, sir.”
Dean laughs as he makes his way to the elevator. Once he’s inside, he sticks his key in the slot for his penthouse and waits for the door to close.
His heart is pounding a little harder on the ride up, suddenly feeling nervous about finally seeing his daughter again. It has been only five weeks but it’s the longest he’s been apart from her. In that time things have changed, he’s sure. She probably grew like a weed. So, yeah, he’s nervous about seeing her, but deep down, Dean also knows that he’s pretty nervous about something else. Something he still needs to tell Millie. A thing he’s sure she will need adjusting to – but anyway, his news is certainly not more important than hers. He’s sure that her telling him about every little detail of camp while they snuggle on the couch will be much more exciting. Dean can’t fucking wait.
The elevator dings, signaling the arrival at his penthouse.
He steps out into the foyer, has time to toss his key into the bowl on the sideboard next to him when suddenly, a little human appears and barrels right into him. The impact knocks the air out of his lungs.
“Daddy!” The shout’s muffled by her face pressed into his stomach. Shit, she’s already almost past his navel. She’s really gotten much bigger in those five weeks. Dean is close to getting all sentimental about it and wants to curse that he had to let her go to camp in the first place, because he’s sure he missed so much of her growth.
Petting her fair brown hair, he notices that they’ve been cut. Her longer locks have gone, so it’s barely long enough for him to be able to braid it for her. Oh god, she cut her hair without telling him. He bites back the tears that are building up. What’s next? Piercing her ear? Her navel? Getting a boyfriend? A tattoo? Dear god, please don’t let her grow up so fast.
“Hey,” he coos, dropping all the items he has in his hands before he tries to pry her away from him. Once he succeeds, Dean crouches down to be on her level, and Millie beams at him. There’s just no other word for it. Her smile could light up a whole building.
“I missed you,” she whispers and when the girl looks up at him, her eyes are full of unshed tears. With a blink they spill over, running down her flushed cheeks which she swipes at with the back of her hand. She sniffs before she looks at him again and Dean’s just mesmerized by his little girl, by the glint in her eyes and the freckles dotting her cheeks which seem to stand out more now that she’s tanned.
He brings his hand to her face, brushes away a new teardrop with his thumb while trying his best not to start crying too. Someone’s got to hold it together and he’s the adult, it’s going to have to be him. “I missed you too, baby girl.”
She sniffs, while one of her hands come up to touch his cheek, little fingertips travel over his stubble and over the bridge of his nose, as if she’s playing connect the dots with his freckles. Just like Y/N used to—
—no, he shouldn’t think about his past. There’s a reason it’s the past. A reason why he’s here with his daughter Millie and he should always look forward rather than back.
His fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind the little girl’s ears and that’s when he’s eyes grow wide. “You got your ears pierced?”
Millie grins. “Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, please tell me you sanitized the needle properly. Did you use a potato on the back?” Dean shudders, “Wait, you know what? I don’t even want to know. Just… let me know when I need to rush you to the ER, okay?”
His girl giggles, while he’s trying to keep it together and not start to spiral into full blown panic. It’s a nice sound. One he realizes that he’s missed terribly.
“It’s okay, Daddy, we were being very sensible about it,” the girl says, grinning so wide Dean can see all her teeth. At least she still got a full set of those. He notices that she stumbled a little over the word ‘Daddy’, as if she’s still trying to get used to it, trying to get a taste of it on the tip of her tongue. It’s probably the camp’s doing. He doubts she thought about him much, nor did she probably mention him.
“So, what was that? Some kind of a ritual? Nobody pressured you into doing it, right?”
“No,Dad,” she laughs, and there’s that hesitant tasting of the word again when she says it, “I wanted it, no pressure.”
“Right,” Dean nods, taking her word for it. There’s nothing he could do anyway unless he possesses the power of time travel, and if he does, the piercing wouldn’t be the first thing he’d try to fix. “Look what I got you,” he says when he remembers that he’s been to the corner store. He takes it out of the bag, deciding that he’ll leave the sweets inside and doesn’t show them to her yet. The girl is already pumped with adrenaline by seeing him, so there is no reason to add on to that giddiness.
“You got me a plushie?” She asks, eyes wide, which— is a little off. Normally she’d be grumbling, rolling her eyes because she tries to act tough and pretends to hate when he gives her a plushie.
“Yeah. You like it?”
Millie looks at it, turns it around in her hands before hugging it with one arm. “I love it! Thanks, Daddy.” She wraps the other arm around Dean’s neck and places a kiss on his cheek. Dean practically melts.
“Millie, we should let your dad come home first. You want to help me cook?” Sam appears at the end of the foyer in his sweats and t-shirt, his hair is still damp. He’s probably just come out of the shower.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean grunts when he gets up because he’s bringing Millie up with him. The girl doesn’t seem to want to let go of his neck. She’s quick to wrap her legs around his body and buries her face into the crook of it. He smirks a little because her mother used to do the same—
—nope. Not going there.
He walks her into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with her in his lap. “Hey, Millie-baby,” he whispers.
“Hhm?”
“You gonna help Uncle Sam cook, yeah? I have to go and get changed and then we can eat, and after that, we’ll have a movie night. How’s that sound, hhm?”
She sits up ramrod straight, nodding her head frantically.
“Sounds good, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, baby,” He presses a kiss to her forehead, “I won’t be long.”
With a last nod, she’s off his lap and bolts for the kitchen, the plushie still tight in her grip.
Dean watches her go in a daze. All 4 feet and probably by now 7 inches of her. She’s growing like a weed – it comes with the genes.
He waits a beat, then two, before he pushes himself off the sofa to walk back into the foyer in order to retrieve the items he dropped, before he can make his way into his room. His phone is in his bag and he’s about to check if the contract they want to send out to Hong Kong tomorrow morning has already been drafted, when his screen lights up with several missed calls and texts from Bela.
[Bela] Hey, why don’t you pick up?
Shit, Dean’s forgotten about her. He can’t remember if they were supposed to have a date, though, so he opens up his calendar app. Yep, they were. Fuck.
It’s almost pathetic. They’ve been going out for four weeks and already he’s a shitty boyfriend. And he’s probably going to get shittier, but in his defense, Bela knows that he has a daughter, and knows that she’s going to come back from camp eventually.
He goes back to the text thread and types out an answer because he doesn’t think he has the patience to talk to her right now.
[Dean] Sorry, forgot to tell you, Millie just got home today. Rain check?
Her answer comes almost instantly.
[Bela] Aw, sure. But you know that I have to meet her eventually, right? How about tomorrow?
[Dean] I’m not sure yet. I have got to tell her the news first, and have to see how she’ll take it.
[Bela] You’re her father, you know that, right? She doesn’t get to dictate what you’re doing with your life and who you’re seeing.
Dean frowns. What? He can’t say it doesn’t irritate him. But he’s too tired and just wants to quit for the evening so he can spend some time with his girl.
[Dean] She’s my daughter. Let me do it at my own pace. Now, I’m going to spend some time with her. Good night, Bela.
[Bela] I guess. I’m sorry. I just miss you.
[Dean] I’ll let you know
[Bela] Sure, good night
With a sigh, he stalks towards his bedroom.
Y/N’s waiting at the arrival hall along with Jess and Donna. The latter woman even held up a sign she made herself today which states WELCOME HOME DOTTIE, YOU’VE BEEN MISSED!
Every one of them is vibrating with giddiness while they wait for Dorothy – or rather, Dottie, to get off the plane. Five weeks is just too long. And there were nights where Y/N was sitting beside her friends sulking. It wasn’t her idea, it was Jess’ because the woman said that she went to such camps when she was little, and Dottie, the adventurous kid that she was, immediately wanted to go to a camp too, literally begging her to let her go.
And so, with a heavy heart, Y/N did let her go. It was the hardest thing she had done in her life. Well, no, not the hardest. There was one thing even harder, but she doesn’t like to think about it, even though she wonders sometimes if Millie’s doing fine with Dean. She still remembers the last time she held her other daughter tight to her before she handed the little bundle over to her father and the two of them disappeared out of her life. She cried so hard she wasn’t able to breathe, and didn’t stop crying for several hours. Not until Dottie started to whine in her crib because she was hungry. That’s when Y/N pulled herself together for the twin that she had kept. At least she still had her.
For two years, her roommate Jess and she were a team, and she doesn’t think she could have done it without the woman who was literally an angel throughout, helping with Dottie whenever she could. Jess became Dottie’s honorary aunt. And later when Jess decided to venture into winery and settle for Donna’s old family vineyard, Dottie had received another honorary aunt.
When they started to make and sell wine that was made by women, for women, Y/N took care of Dottie as best as she could, but without help, she definitely couldn’t have done it. So, she’s thankful for her girls, really. And Dottie gets to grow up in an environment that shows her that women can basically do anything they set their minds to.
“There she comes!” Jess shouts out, and true to her words, a little girl with a backpack came barreling towards them.
She crouches down and spreads her arms wide. Now, she expected an enthusiastic reunion, but she didn’t expect for Dottie to practically pounce on her. Y/N is thrown back landing on her ass. Dottie giggles on top of her.
They’re all laughing now, and she takes the moment to cradle her child’s face one handed, fingers brushing over her freckles dotted cheeks. God, it’s been so long. And she can swear Dottie’s gotten more freckles from the sun. Just like her—
—no, this should be a nice reunion, not the time to dwell on the past.
Y/N shakes her head and Dottie is already getting up and off her. As soon as she’s back in the crouching pose, her daughter’s arms are around her neck.
“Mom,” the girl breathes out. The breath is a little hitched on the word, like it was long forgotten until she remembers it again. “I missed you so much.”
“God, baby,” Y/N says, hugging her fiercely. “I missed you too. So, so much!”
She pulls back to be able to look at her girl. Dottie practically beams. “Look at you, did you get taller?”
“Yeah.”
“And your hair’s a little shaggy,” she notes.
“That’s what camps do to you,” her daughter shrugs.
Shit, she’s growing up so fast. Way too fast. First camp, and then what’s next? College? She gets nauseous just thinking about it.
“Hey girlie, do we get a hug too?” Donna jumps in and sure enough, Dottie nods her head and jumps into Donna’s arms. The same with Jess, and all the while, she makes sure to drop their names rather eagerly, testing the syllables on her tongue. It’s a little weird but nothing worrisome, probably missed saying all their names while being away. Camp could do that to you, she supposes.
“How about we get back to the vineyard now and you can jump into the pool, hhm?”
“Oh, the pool!” Dottie almost shrieks.
“Yeah,” Jess ruffles up her shagged hair, “You forgot your favorite pastime, babe?”
“Do we have floaties?”
The women all stare at each other, until Donna clears her throat, “Yeah, you go away for five weeks and forget all about our vineyard, kid?”
“I sure have,” her daughter muses and then she lets Y/N take her hand as they make their way to the conveyer belt in order to retrieve the rest of Dottie’s bags.
Explicit 18 +/Warnings: None really. Cas being Cas, light angst, brief mentions of grief.
Word Count:3,043
Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?
Chapter Summary: They’re all searching for a way to get Sam out, what happens when they find out he already is?
A/N: The thirteenth chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots.
A/N 2: I so apologize for how long it took me to get this chapter out. I struggled with it a lot, and then just being so busy with RL this time of year, it just took me forever to get it out. I’ll try not to let the next chapter take more than 3 weeks to come out. Thanks for your patience.
The beautiful divider at the end was created by @talesmaniac89.
1 month later (June 2010)
Julie woke before Dean did, his shifting and thrashing in his sleep waking her up just before he jolted awake, sitting up with a grunt of fear, his breaths shallow and rapid.
Obviously realizing it had just been another nightmare, he dragged in deep breaths, trying to recover. Julie sat up beside him.
“Dean.” She said softly, wishing as she always did, that she could offer him some kind of peace from the terrors that constantly plagued his mind.
He shook his head; his voice was raspy with sleep. “Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“It’s fine.” Julie said and then paused a moment. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
Request by @jessicalynnann: What about one where the reader and Eileen get super drunk while the boys are out and Eileen calls Dean to come get the reader and she is all giggly and flirts with Dean and it is fluffy and just cute.
Summary: You and Eileen have a girls night that end with you confessing something to the man that you love.
The brothers are gone for the night, and that means you and Eileen have the entire bunker to yourselves. Dean has the good alcohol stashed in the library where Sam won’t be able to find it, but you know exactly where it is. You’ll have to buy him more bottles if you and Eileen are going to drink them all. You’re seated at the table with your feet resting on the wood surface, and Eileen is seated on the floor next to you.
“You know what we never talk about?” you ask with a slight slur.
“What?”
She may be drunk, but she can still read your lips. Plus, her hearing aid helps with some of the sound.
“You and Sam. You two are so cute together,” you giggle. “You need to make a move because he’s not getting any younger.”
“We’re just friends,” she says and takes another sip of her bottle.
“Yeah, friends who need to fuck,” you laugh.
“Okay, what about you and Dean?”
She gets up on wobbly legs and takes a seat next to you so she can see you and read your lips better.
“What about me and Dean?”
”Come on, you two are practically dating.”
She’s right. You and Dean are so close and have kissed each other before, but nothing has gone beyond that. He treats you like a girlfriend without the sex and vice versa. It’s kind of annoying since all you want to do is rip his clothes off, but he hasn’t had the “talk” with you yet. It wouldn’t be hard if he didn’t make it so damn difficult to get over.
“Dean isn’t into me like that,” you shake your head.
“Yeah, okay,” she scoffs. She looks at the half-drunk bottle and sets it down with a sigh. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“What? No, stay with me,” you whine.
“I’m seeing two of you right now,” she chuckles. “That’s me saying I need to stop. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Fine. I don’t mind drinking by myself.”
Eileen wobbles away to her room, leaving you alone in the library. You’re almost done with Dean’s most expensive bottle when you hear the metal door to the Bunker open. You look to the right and see Sam and Dean walk down, and your eyes widen with happiness.
“Sammy! Dean! You’re back!” you giggle loudly.
“Are you drunk?” Sam chuckles.
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Okay, where is Eileen?”
“In her room. Are you going to tuck her in? Kiss her goodnight?” you giggle.
Sam doesn’t say anything but make eye contact with his brother. Sam leaves the party and heads to Eileen’s room to see if she is okay.
“Are you drinking my good stuff?” Dean gasps, looking at the bottle in your hand.
“Yeah-huh,” you nod and remove your legs from the table. “Don’t worry, Dean, I’ll get you more.”
“You better. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“No,” you huff and slide the bottle from you. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you won’t tell me how you feel. If it were up to me, I’d fuck you right here and now.”
Dean’s eyes get a little darker, but he won’t say what’s really on his mind. You’re not in the right mind for this conversation, so the best thing he can do is take you to bed and talk with you tomorrow about this.
“Okay, come on, let’s go to bed.”
Dean reaches for you and helps you to your feet, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet. You fling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Let’s stay here. No one is here to watch,” you giggle.
“No, I’m taking you to bed. Don’t make this harder for me.”
“The only thing on you that I want hard is your dick.”
Dean chuckles and nods impatiently, knowing that he is going to have to carry you to bed if you’re not going to walk yourself. Without thinking, he bends down and grabs your legs, lifting you up and over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, hitting his back with almost dead-weight, laughing when he starts to walk toward your room.
“You have such a perfect ass, Dean.”
You slap his ass, making Dean roll his eyes in resistance. It is taking everything in him not to throw you down and fuck you right here and now. He has been holding himself back since the moment he laid his eyes on you; he can wait a night. He takes you to your room and sets you gently on the bed so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Dean, please stay,” you say breathlessly.
You keep trying to get him to stay, but he keeps dodging your efforts to stay. It gets to the point where it pisses him off just how much he can’t take advantage of you. He pulls away from you completely and holds your shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes.
“Y/N, listen to me. I want nothing more than to get you into bed. If you still want me when you’re sober, then I will spend all night making sure you know how much I love you,” he whispers the last part.
“You are a beautiful white man, Dean Winchester.”
“Okay,” he sighs.
“What woman wouldn’t want you? You’re the best man ever.”
“Sleep tight. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Dean tucks you into bed, and as soon as you feel the covers over you, you fall into a deep sleep. Dean kisses your forehead and leaves your room, closing your door softly behind him. He leans against the door in thought, trying to calm his racing heart. Maybe you feel the same about him because drunk words are sober thoughts, and he can’t stop thinking about you.
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Summary: Dean broke up with you to get you out of the hunter life that you knew nothing about. What happens when you end up finding each other again after you had just gotten released form Crowley’s clutches?
Square Filled: torture (2021) for @spndarkbingo
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Much to Dean’s guilt, this is his tenth date that he’s been on since the two of you broke up. Half of the girls he goes out with, he doesn’t really have any interests in them, but it helps fill the hole where you once were. He didn’t break up with you because he lost feelings for you–he thought the world of you and was planning on proposing to you. It’s because of the fact that you weren’t a hunter, and you didn’t know how to protect yourself from any kind of monster.
If they somehow found out that you were his girlfriend, then they would definitely go for you to get to him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Crowley got his hands on you, only to torture you for information on him. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend or a good husband if he dragged you into his shit only for you to get killed because of it.
That’s why he’s on yet another date with a girl he just met the day before. She is beautiful, like all the others, but no one compares to your beauty. All Dean can think about is you sitting across from him, throwing bits of bread at his face for something he said. Charlotte, Catherine, Caroline… whatever her name is, must sense how broken Dean is because she sets her fork down with a sigh.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks.
“I’m just trying to see why that girl keeps staring at you,” she says.
Wow, that is not what Dean was expecting her to say. He frowns and turns around, locking eyes with the one woman that he never thought he’d see. You’re standing there with such a heartbroken look on your face at the fact that he is on a date. No words are being said, but everything is said between the looks in your eyes. You shove your hoodie sleeves further down your arms to hide your skin from prying eyes.
Breaking the eye contact, you walk to the bar where a strong drink is calling your name. Why are you at this bar? Why did Sam lead you here? Did he know his brother was on a date? Unbeknownst to Dean, you’ve still been in contact with Sam because you didn’t want to lose him as a friend.
Dean watches you go to the bar with emotional eyes, turning to his date with tears in his eyes. He clears his throat and gives his date a smile to pretend like he’s fine.
“Is there something going on between you two?”
“Nothing at all,” he lies.
“Really? Because your eyes tell me a different story.”
Dean sighs and looks to the bar again, watching as you down a double shot. The end of your sleeve falls down, and his eyes widen at the scars littering your arm. They’re mostly long and jagged scars, but there are small circular scars as well. Where the fuck did you get those? He knows your body more than you do, and he would remember scars on your arms.
Someone did that to you while he wasn’t there to protect you.
You feel his eyes on you from across the room, but you ignore them. They burn holes into you, and you’re not sure you won’t crack under the pressure. The bartender mouths something to you, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand what he is saying.
“I’m sorry. Here you go.”
You toss double the amount of your drink onto the bar counter, not caring about the amount. Your bar stool screeches on the floor as you leave, and you rush out of the bar as quickly as you can.
“Y/N, wait!” Dean says ten seconds later.
You halt on the sidewalk and sigh deeply, wiping your eyes with the back of your hoodie before turning around.
“Dean, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Where did you get those?” Dean jumps right into it.
You knew he would ask about them if he saw them. You weren’t careful in hiding them apparently. What’s the point in lying to him at this stage? You’re never going to see him again, so what the hell?
“Someone named Crowley found me and hurt me until I told him where you were,” you say truthfully. “But I never gave in. He eventually let me go when he realized I was no ‘fun’ anymore.”
Shock is all that you can see on Dean’s face. This is why you didn’t want to see him. You knew you would break down if you ever saw his face again. You’re trying not to cry, not in front of him.
This is exactly what Dean was afraid of happening, and he wasn’t even there to protect you.
Dean is confused, though, because Crowley hasn’t shown up in a while. Neither has his demons, so if he was torturing you, then he must not have gotten what he wanted.
“Why didn’t you tell him where I was? I would have taken care of it!”
“If Crowley had found you, then he would have hurt you. I couldn’t bear the thought of you in pain.” The weight of your words settles on Dean’s shoulders, and his heart breaks in two. “Go back to your date, Dean.”
You shove your hands into your hoodie’s front pocket and turn away from him.
“I’ll see you around.”
Dean watches you with tears in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop you. You have scars from people that never should have been in your life, and it’s all because of him. You’re never going to be the same, and it’s all Dean’s fault.
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Sam got the woman to the hospital just in time for you three to head back to your dad’s cabin and regroup. You and Dean are sitting at the table staring at your dad’s flask, Sam is on the phone with the hospital, Meg is drinking your beer, and Castiel is making more sandwiches for you three to eat.
“Okay, thanks,” Sam says before hanging up. “She’s fine. She’s checking out of the hospital tonight.”
“Well, that’s positive,” Castiel states, passing a plate to you and Dean with sandwiches on them.
“Thank you, Castiel,” you smile politely.
“Tell me again why you turned tail for some maid?” Meg asks. “You were right there.”
“Can you shut the hell up for once? Please?” you sigh. “We’re not like you, Meg. We don’t just care about ourselves. We help people no matter what. That’s not something you’ll ever learn.”
“Because Dick made more Dicks,” Sam says. “He must’ve kept a chunk of the original Dick Roman somewhere. Uh, they’d all have to touch it.”
Castiel clears his throat and washes the dishes, not commenting on anything.
“Hey, shifty, what’s your problem?” Dean asks.
“Do we need a cat? Doesn’t this place feel one species short?”
“We already have a dog,” you say and point to Zeus who barks.
Joanna mimics the dog and barks in her own way, and you giggle into her hair. She looks at her daddy and reaches out for him so he can hold her.
“It’s not like I carried you for nine months or anything.”
“Dada,” Joanna grins.
Dean takes her into his arms, trying to hide his smile. He is beyond happy that she said his name first before yours.
“You got anything to say on the topic of Dicks? Crowley was pretty sure that you could help,” he says once his daughter is in his arms.
“I can’t help. Do you understand? I can’t. I destroyed… everything, and I will destroy everything again. Can we please just leave it at that?”
“No, we can’t,” you say and stand up. “We can’t leave it. You let these fucking things in.”
“So, you don’t get to make a sandwich. You don’t get a damn cat. Nobody cares that you’re broken, Cas. Clean up your mess!” Dean says harshly.
You look at Dean in shock that he would say something like this to him. Behind Castiel’s eyes is pain at the harshness of his words, but he doesn’t show it. He puts down the dishes he is holding and walks over to Dean.
“You know… we should play Twister.”
Castiel disappears right before Dean’s eyes, and Meg rolls her own.
“Nice. You scared off the Empire’s only hope.”
“Meaning?” Sam wonders.
“Has it ever occurred to you every one of those things was in Cas? He knows them. He can see past the meat suits.”
“He’ll be able to spot the real Dick.”
“Gold star, sugarpants. Too bad he’s Fruit Loops. You might’ve had a chance.”
There is a sound of angel wings fluttering, and you turn to see Castiel with a Twister board on the floor. You honestly don’t even recognize your friend anymore. You’re not sure what you can do to help him recover from whatever pain he had to go through while healing Sam. All you can do now is just watch him and make sure he doesn’t disappear again. Dean and Sam continue to watch the security cameras while you hang with Castiel and Joanna on the floor.
“Come on, say ‘mama’. Ma-ma.”
“Dada,” she smiles.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” you ask with your eyes narrowed playfully.
She makes spit bubbles and laughs, and you can’t help but giggle in response.
“There’s no real point in looking for a tell. They all downloaded Dick’s brain. They’ve all got the same tells,” Dean groans.
“Alright, then maybe the question is, what would the real Dick be doing?”
“Is that the best you can do? Idjits,” your dad makes an appearance.
“Bobby. We didn’t know if you’d–”
“Well, you should’ve. You got the flask. Dumbass. You should’ve burned it right off.”
“Bobby.”
Your dad motions for you to follow him outside, so you three separate from Castiel to go outside and talk to your dad.
“I’m still jonesing to go back, grab some poor bastard, and kill them going after Dick. It’s bad. Let’s be real. I damn near killed you and that woman.”
“It wasn’t your fault, Bobby–not really.”
“Right. That’s just what ghosts turn into. I really bet the farm I could outsmart that.”
“So, what’s it feel like?”
“What? Going vengeful? It’s an itch you can’t scratch out. Look… I’m done. Go get Dick, but don’t do it because you think it’ll scratch the itch. Do it because it’s the job, and when it’s your time… go.”
You can’t seem to look at your dad because if you do, then you know you’d be a crying mess. Of course, you don’t want him to go, but he can’t stay like this forever. You were scared of this exact thing happening to him and to you.
“Y/N?”
“I don’t want you to go,” you whisper emotionally.
You know he has to, but this just hurts too damn much. Dean gets up and takes Joanna from you so you and your dad can have a moment alone before you say goodbye to him for good. You and your dad step off to the side so that the men don’t have to go anywhere.
“This is exactly what I was afraid of. I was afraid of feeling this way a second time.”
“I just want you to know how proud I am of you. You’ve surpassed my expectations as a witch and as a mother. There’s no one I’d rather have as a daughter than you. I’m sorry I’ve put you through this pain, but I didn’t want to leave you and Joanna.”
“I love you so much,” you sniffle.
“I love you more. I don’t know where I’m going, but just know I’ll always be here to watch over you. You’re never going to be alone, you hear me?”
“I know.” You look over at Sam and Dean who quickly look away as they pretend not to listen. “Okay, we’re ready.”
He and Sam take the flask and go out back where they start a small fire to put the flask in. Dean has the flask in his hands while you hold Joanna, but he can’t seem to do it.
“Here’s to… running into you guys on the other side. Only… not too soon. Alright?” your dad says.
“Goodbye, daddy,” you whisper.
“Goodbye, darling.”
Dean tosses the flask into the flames without the leather cover on it. The more it burns, the more your dad is closer to the end. You look at your dad and watch as flames envelope his entire body. You let out a sob and turn to your husband who takes you into his arms.
“Mama,” Joanna finally says, touching your cheek.
“Yes, I’m your mama,” you smile through your tears.
You look up and see Castiel watching you from the back window, and there is a certain look of uncertainty in his eyes. You pull away from Dean and leave the fire to go back inside. The brothers put out the flames a few minutes later and followed loosely behind.
“Cas, I need a wingman,” Dean clears his throat.
“Dean…”
“You don’t want to jump into the jaws of death, that’s… fine. How about we run a little errand? You too, Y/N.”
“Can you watch her?” you ask Sam and pass her off to her uncle.
“Sure.”
Instead of driving there, Castiel offered to be the ride. Dean gave Castiel the location, and you know exactly where he wants to take you two. He’s going to the place where his precious car is being stored for the time being. You know he really misses her, but it’s only a matter of time before you can use it again. With a flutter of angel wings, you and Dean disappear from your dad’s cabin to the place where Baby is being stored.
“Thanks for the lift.”
“My pleasure.” Dean walks to his baby and lifts the corner of the tarp covering her, smiling softly at the shiny metal. “Dean…”
“I know you’re scared, Castiel,” you cut in before he can say anything more. “I’m scared. You let these things in, and they beat you, and now you’re afraid of facing them because they might beat you again. I understand that, but we have a way to end this. It doesn’t matter what you did, Castiel. It matters what you do now, and you’re the only one who can help take all of them down. You did a bad thing, but that doesn’t make you a bad person.”
“I’m not good luck, Y/N,” Castiel whispers.
“She’s right, you know. Bottom of the ninth, and you’re the only guy left on the bench… Sorry, but I’d rather have you, cursed or not. Anyway, nut up, alright? We’re all cursed. Do we seem like good luck to you?” Dean says the same thing but in his own way. Castiel stares at the two of you with an unknown look on his face. “What?”
“Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I detect a note of forgiveness from both of you.”
“That’s because we’re giving it to you, Castiel. You’ve earned it.”
“Well, I’ll go with you, and I’ll do my best.”
“Thanks,” Dean says with a small smile.
“So, can I ask what the plan is?”
“Well, according to Crowley, Dick knows we’re coming, so we’re gonna announce ourselves–big,” Dean smirks.
“Go big or go home,” you shrug.
Dean never lets anyone drive his precious Baby, but he had to if he wanted to distract most of the Leviathans. You hated this idea, but you had to have Meg drive it so that the Leviathans would think it’s you instead of her. While she is speeding up to the doors, you and the Winchesters went through the back and split up. Sam is going to go find Kevin since they are holding him here, and you and Dean go with Castiel so he can point out where the real Dick is.
“Take her. Keep her safe, okay? I can’t kill Dick if I’m worried about her,” you say to Sam and hand Joanna to her.
“Of course.”
“Mama,” Joanna whines, reaching out for you.
“Not now, baby. You’re going to be with your uncle Sammy, okay? Be a good girl.”
You kiss her head and look at Sam before leaving for Dean and Castiel’s side.
“We’ll be right back, sweetheart,” Dean sighs.
He kisses his daughter before leaving so that it’s not any worse than it already is. You leave with the two men, trying to find the best way to Dick without raising suspicion. You’d rather not kill a bunch of Leviathans only to alert Dick and have him get away. It’s too quiet in this building, but you have a mission to do. Every Leviathan you see, you have to make sure they aren’t the real Dick based on Castiel’s opinion. When you see a Leviathan, he looks at them and nods yes or no if they are the real Dick.
Each one you pass is the wrong person, so you have to continue on until you reach the real one. Gunshots ring out from the front of the building, and you know Meg is doing her part. You only have so much time before Dick is alerted by them dying.
You’re about to walk past a conference room that had glass walls when you notice Dick sitting in there alone. You stop and look at Castiel, nodding to the room to tell him there is someone in there. You move out of the way so he can peek inside, but when he shakes his head at you, you know you have to keep looking.
If you had to guess, Dick would be in the bottom level where the labs would be so as to keep everything he’s doing out of the public eye. You three take the stairs to the labs which also have glass windows and walls. You turn the corner and see Dick and another Leviathan dressed like a doctor. Castiel peeks at them from behind you, and when he nods his head, you know you have your guy.
You bend down and sneak past the window so he won’t be able to see you when you come to a door that has access to the room. You unlock it with your magic and tiptoe inside, not alerting either Leviathan. Dick is standing there with his back to you, holding some kind of small creamer. You believe this will end mankind as you know it if he gets this distributed.
“You know, I think this might end up the slickest little genocide in history,” Dick chuckles, downing the small container.
“Thank you, sir,” the Leviathan grins, packing a box with the small creamers.
“Just sayin’. I smell 'promotion’.”
You sneak up behind the Leviathan and form a magical sword since it’s a lot quieter than Dean unsheathing his machete. You slice right through the Leviathan’s neck, cutting his head clean off. He gargles up blood but drops dead. If Dick didn’t know you were here before, he does now. He crushes the creamer container in his hands and turns around, making eye contact with your bright blue ones. He looks down at his friend, but he doesn’t have any reaction.
“Little abrupt… but okay,” he chuckles. “Castiel. Good to see you again. Thanks for the ride into paradise.”
Dean reaches into his jacket pocket and removes a bone soaked in blood. If you’re dealing with Dick, you have to be smarter than he is. The first rule of dealing with the diabolical ones is that you always need a back up, and this is your back up weapon. This is the distraction while you have the real one on you.
You just have to figure out the best time to use it.
“And good on you for pulling that together. A-plus.”
“Oh, you don’t think this’ll work, do you? You trust that demon?” Dean asks, stepping over Dick’s dead friend so he can get closer to him.
“You sure I’m even me, Dean?”
“No, but he is,” Dean says, gesturing to Castiel who glares at him. Based on Dick’s reaction, you know he doesn’t like that Castiel knows who everyone is. “See, here’s the thing when dealing with Crowley–he will always find a way to bone you.”
“This meeting’s over.”
Castiel is the first to try and take down Dick, but the Leviathan is quick to overpower him. Dick grabs Castiel’s shoulders and throws him into the wall behind him, watching as the plaster cracks beneath him. With him distracted, Dean uses that fake weapon and stabs Dick in the chest. He gasps and staggers, but this, of course, doesn’t work on him.
You have the real thing.
Dick laughs and removes the bone with no issue, snapping it in two with his bare hands. You have to be smarter than Dick if you want to kill him. You think back to what your mom said to you when you were in your magical coma after trying to defeat two Leviathans.
“Leviathans are powerful creatures, and it takes a lot more than normal to take them down–more than what you and your daughter can provide.”
If you can’t combine your magic with your daughter’s to defeat Dick, then you have to use your other abilities to achieve it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm yourself, and because of it, you think of the perfect solution. Dean and Castiel don’t know what you’re going to do, they just know you’re going to do something.
“Did you really think you could trump me?” Dick laughs.
“No, but she can.”
You open your eyes just as a wave of magic stems from your body onward. Everything slows down until it stops completely. You have stopped the effects of time once again, and not even Dick can go against that. You look at Dean to see him smirking because he knows that your side is going to win. Castiel looks very worried because in his mind, there is doubt you can pull this off. Dick looks cocky because Dean’s words haven’t sunk into his brain just yet. The more you use this power, the more you have control over it.
You make sure not to touch anything or anyone–you don’t want to fuck this up before it’s even had a chance to start. You maneuver to behind Dick, looking to your left through the small windows on the doors. You can see Kevin and Sam rush over to the room with Joanna in your brother-in-law’s arms.
“I hope you know how much I love you,” you say to Joanna even though she can’t hear you. You’re not even sure why you’re saying this, but you have a feeling something bad is going to happen. “I hope you know that your dad and I would do anything to give you the childhood we never had. I hope you get that, baby girl.”
You turn back to Dick and take the real weapon out of your jacket pocket. A single tear slides down your face as you return time back to normal. Your magic is sucked back into your body as if it never left. Dick looks around for you, and you reach up to tap his shoulder. He swiftly turns around to face you, your feet are almost touching with how close you two are.
“This is for my dad, you Dick.” You take the real weapon and slam it into his neck, watching as it sticks out on the other end. You’re blown back from the impact, knocking into Castiel. Dick yells in pain and in agony that he lost this battle to a couple of hunters. “Don’t fucking mess with a witch next time.”
As soon as you stick that weapon in his neck, Sam and Kevin come barreling into the room with worried looks on their faces. Dick’s face transforms into his Leviathan form before returning to normal. Black blood starts to pour out of his nose and mouth, but he isn’t fazed by it at all. He starts to laugh evilly, in a way that makes your skin crawl. Waves of energy pulsate from his body in time with a loud, accelerating heartbeat. Suddenly, the energy is sucked back into his body in the same way that your magic was sucked into yours.
Due to this, Dick explodes into black goo. You close your eyes to shield yourself from the blast, but when you open your eyes, you’re not in the lab anymore.
In fact, you’re not even in the same environment.
You scramble to your feet and look around you to gauge just how bad this is. You’re not in the Sucrocorp building anymore… you’re in a dark forest. There are whispers and shuffling coming from all around you, but you can’t see anyone with your normal vision and your magic.
“Dean!” you shout.
You don’t think that’s a good idea, but you’re alone and scared.
“Sam!”
No one is answering you, which makes you think you’re all alone here.
“Joanna?” you ask, but much more quietly.
Tears brim your eyes when you have no clue what you did or even where you are. More importantly, what happened to Sam and your daughter? And why aren’t they with you?
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You grab Joanna and walk to the bedroom so you can get ready as well as get her ready. You set her on the bed and watch as she stands and bounces on the bed gently. You chuckle and grab one of your shirts from the drawers. You look at the shirt and just sigh, taking a seat on the end of the bed. You’ve been waiting for this moment for months, to kill Dick for killing your father. You have all the ingredients, you have the weapon, now you just need a plan of attack.
You’re so much in your own head that you don’t hear the bedroom door open and your husband walk in.
“You okay?”
“This has to work Dean,” you sigh and look up at him. “If it doesn’t, he’s going to kill us and Joanna. That’s a guarantee.”
“That’s the exact reason why this is going to work. You’re a damn light witch, and the best one at that.”
“I want him dead for what he did,” you say emotionally, sniffling to keep the tears in.
“You’re going to get the chance to avenge your dad’s death. We’ll make sure Joanna is out of harm’s way. We’ll keep her with Sam and have him hang back if that will make you feel better.”
“I love you.”
You stand up and kiss him with everything you got, keeping in mind your daughter who has no idea what is going on. You pull away and turn to the bed to get dressed when your daughter does something you knew was coming for a while now but didn’t know it would be now. Dean starts to leave the room, but she doesn’t want him to go just yet. The bed isn’t as hard as the floor, so she wobbles and falls a few times as she tries to run to him.
“Dada,” she says, reaching out to him.
Both yours and Dean’s jaws drop but for different reasons.
“Traitor,” you gasp playfully.
“What the hell did she just say?” Dean gasps.
“Dada!” Joanna says again, reaching out for him.
“Yes, I’m your daddy!” Dean laughs happily.
He picks Joanna up and spins her around, kissing her cheeks.
“Do you know who I am?” you ask her, taking her tiny hands between two fingers.
“Dada!” she squeals.
You look at Dean and see hints of tears in his eyes. You know how much this means to him, and you’re glad he got to have this moment.
“Are you okay?” you chuckle.
“I’m just happy,” he whispers truthfully.
You haven’t seen that smile in a long time, and you’re glad he has it now.
“Well, you definitely got a Daddy’s girl. Come on, let’s get ready.”
You quickly change into more comfortable clothing before leaving the bedroom. You smile widely when you hear Dean talking to his baby girl as if she can talk in full sentences. You have no clue what is going to happen later, but you’re glad you got to her hear first word and see her first steps.
You don’t know what’s going to happen, but you have a feeling it won’t be good.
You’re finally outside of Sucrocorp, but you have to have a plan instead of going in half-assed. You have to scout the area, see where Dick is, and then follow up with a plan. There are three of you, so you have more wiggle room here. Dean parked a ways away from the building, using binoculars to see while Sam is using his laptop to get into the cameras using whatever Charlie left on his laptop.
“You got it yet?”
“Here we go.”
You scoot further up so you’re right behind the brothers to see the laptop. Sam’s laptop shows footage of the board room where a meeting is still in progress. Dick is sitting there talking to his fellow Leviathans, and your eyes narrow.
“Thank you, Charlie, wherever you are,” Sam mutters.
“Got you, Dick.”
“Yeah, that’s the second floor.” The screen changes to show more cameras, one of which is the camera right outside Dick’s office where you can clearly see him sitting at his office, alone. “What the hell? Is that Dick?”
The screen now shows footage of Dick walking alone in a hallway.
“Son of a bitch. This motherfucker told everyone to look like him so we wouldn’t know who the real Dick is,” you curse.
“Cycle through again,” Dean orders.
While Sam is doing that, you grab the binoculars and notice someone walking to the front door. When you clear your vision, you notice it’s the maid you saw at the motel when you left Emily all alone. It’s the same motel room your dad went missing from.
“Son of a bitch,” you curse.
“What?”
“That’s the maid from the motel. The room where my dad disappeared to. We found him.” The maid walks to the building in determination. “Oh no, dad, what are you doing?”
“Wait. Are you saying that Bobby–”
“Look, just, uh, wait here.”
“I’ll go with you,” Sam says.
“Are you two out of your mind?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. I have the weapon, you have eyes on Dick, plural. We’ll take care of my dad. We’ll be right back.”
“Sam! Y/N!”
You and Sam leave the car without waiting for Dean’s response. You two rush over to the maid before she could even enter the building and alert all the Leviathans there. Sam decides to take the direct approach while you hang back just in case something bad happens. Sam rushes in front of the maid, holding his hands to stop her.
“Bobby? I know you’re in there. Listen to me. There are cameras everywhere. There’s one right there.” Sam points to one nearby. “Stop, okay? You’re gonna get her killed.” Your dad pushes Sam to the ground as hard as he can, but that doesn’t stop Sam from getting back up and trying again. “Bobby! Damn it! How are you gonna kill Dick, huh? You can’t!”
Your dad takes out a large knife from one of the maid’s pockets.
“Good enough for me,” she says in a distorted voice.
Your dad slashes at Sam to get him to move out of his way, and you gasp at his behavior. Sam looks up at the security camera and practically tackles your dad to the ground behind a parked vehicle to stay out of sight of the cameras.
“No! I’m not letting you go.”
“Get out of here, Sam. You too, Y/N.”
“No!” you yell.
Your dad slams Sam into the car and grabs his throat, squeezing it tightly.
“Daddy! Please stop!” you squeak, tears leaking from your eyes.
Your dad turns and looks at how scared you are. You would use your magic, but you don’t want to end up hurting the poor woman that he is inhabiting. Your dad knows how reckless he’s being, so he forces himself off Sam and leaves the woman’s body so that he’s a ghost again. The woman falls to the ground, but before she could crack her head open, you rush to catch her.
“We can’t be here.”
Sam coughs as he gathers himself. Your dad’s flask is inside the maid’s pockets, so you take it and place it in your own. Once Sam can breathe properly, he scoops the woman into his arms. You can’t get Dick tonight because of what your dad pulled, so you’ll have to score for tomorrow. If Dick was here all day today, then you know he is going to be here all day tomorrow. You and Sam bring the woman to the car where Dean is as confused as ever.
“What the hell happened?” Dean wonders.
“Just drive. We’ll explain later.”
Dean has no choice but to listen.
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You figured with all of your resources and people you know, you would have found your dad a lot sooner. He’s been missing for a whole ass month, doing whatever he’s been doing to try and get Dick Roman off his high throne. You have no way to track him down, so you have to wait until he comes to you instead of the other way around. The only thing you can focus on is your family and the fact that your little girl is now eleven months old. She is almost a year old, and you have no clue what you’re going to do for her birthday.
She is walking and is so close to talking, you can feel it. She is babbling a lot more and trying to imitate you or Dean whenever you sound out words to her. Your little girl is growing up so quickly, you can’t keep up with her. Before you know it, she is going to be going to preschool, and then she’s going to go to her prom.
Moments like these are special, and you have to hold them close to your heart because this only happens once in a lifetime. You can have more children, but there will always be one Joanna, so it’s going to be different with every child you may have. These moments are far in between because you’re this close to finally killing Dick. All you have left to do is grab Crowley’s blood and get a righteous bone, which is where you three are heading out to do.
You’re keeping Joanna entertained in the back seat with your magic. You’re making it rain down in sparkles and wisps, capturing her attention. She has bright green eyes, but the blue magic makes her eyes sparkle more. She coos and reaches out for the magic, but it’s always just out of reach for her.
“Are we almost there?” you ask.
“Exit is in three miles,” Sam says.
“I still say this is a bad idea,” Dean sighs.
“Dean, it was your idea, and it was the best one either of us had,” you chirp.
“I said it as a joke.”
“It was a bad joke–good idea.”
“Yeah, only because we got no magic spell, no book, and nothing on how to find a fucking righteous bone.”
“We can call Castiel again.”
“No, you know what happened last time. Y/N and I finally had some alone time, so we took the car out for a night, and just when things might have gotten good for us, Cas showed up naked on the car covered in bees.”
“For an angel, he was packing,” you grin.
“Really? That’s what you were focusing on?”
“Don’t worry, Dean. You’re bigger,” you whisper to him.
“Okay, I don’t want to hear that,” Sam cringes.
“What? From what I hear, you’ve seen how big he is.”
“You told her?” Sam asks and looks at his brother.
“Can we focus on what we’re doing here? Dick is held up at Sucrocorp right now. If we’re going to get him, that’s where we’re going to do it.”
Dean pulls off at the exit and heads to the cemetery where you’ll find your righteous bone. This cemetery was popular for housing a bunch of nuns back in the day, so if you’re going to find a righteous bone, this is where you’re going to do it. Dean only suggested this a joke, but it’s the only option you have right now. You head into the dark cemetery with Joanna in your arms. She managed to fall asleep in her car seat, but as soon as you moved to take it out, she woke up and started crying. As soon as she was in your arms, she fell back asleep.
This girl is going to be the death of you. She is her father’s daughter.
“Well, I guess if we can’t find a righteous bone in a fucking nun crypt, then we won’t find it anywhere else,” Dean shudders.
“Alright. Here,” Sam says and stops outside of an above-ground tomb where a bunch of nuns is laid to rest. “Listen to this. Sister Mary Benedict taught the learning-impaired and died at age twenty-three.”
Sam did some research about the women who were placed here after death to see who might be the most righteous. You hate stealing one of their bones, but it’s what you have to do to get rid of Earth’s worst monsters.
“Eh, it’s a little young. Find someone who’s had time to cook.”
“Okay, well, there was Sister Mary Eunice. Uh, fed the poor and became Mother Superior at age sixty.”
“Sounds political. Power corrupts,” you state.
“Right. Okay, listen to this–Sister Mary Constant, eighty years of quiet, humble nun-like goodness. What do you think?”
“Wow. I want to be more righteous just hearing this. Well, I lay odds on her. Here we go. Let’s bone this nun.” You and Sam give Dean a weird look, and a blush creeps up his cheeks. “Sorry.”
He removes a mallet from his duffel bag and goes to town on the coffin. Joanna slept through the whole thing because you know she feels safe in your arms. As soon as you grab the femur bone, you take off back to your dad’s cabin. You have three of the four ingredients–Castiel’s blood, the alpha’s blood, and the righteous bone. All you need is Crowley’s blood.
You waited until you were back in your dad’s cabin to do the spell to summon Crowley. He made a whole point of making sure he was the last one because his blood was “special” and “can be used against him”. Paranoid bastard. Joanna is playing in her playpen, picking up her toys, and organizing where they go. It’s crazy how much she loves walking and running. She loves playing tag with Dean, squealing whenever he catches her. You know she’s doing it because she loves getting caught.
She’s going to make a great witch one day.
With everything in the bowl to summon Crowley, he lights a match and tosses it in there. Crowley loves making an entrance, but he is taking way too long to show up. Something is wrong. He either wants to screw you guys over or he’s in trouble. Either way, it doesn’t look like he’s coming.
“Is he trying to make a grand entrance or…?”
“I don’t know.”
“Son of a bitch. He’s standing us up.”
“He’s either screwing us over or he’s in trouble. I have a feeling Dick has something to do with it,” you sigh.
“Maybe.” There is a knock at the door, and Sam takes out his gun as a precaution. He walks over to the door and looks through the peephole to see who it is. “Maybe it’s good news.”
Sam opens the door revealing Meg. You roll your eyes when she walks in as if she lives here.
“Great,” you scoff.
“You deal with him. I can’t anymore.”
“You might want to be more specific.”
“I was laying low halfway across the world when emo boy pops up out of nowhere and zaps me right back here.”
“Castiel? Why?” you wonder.
“Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first,” she says to you and Dean.
You know Joanna is going to be safe with Sam in here, so you leave her in her playpen as you and Dean walk outside where Castiel is sitting in a red car in front of the cabin. You look both ways before crossing the street, stopping on the driver’s side where Castiel is.
“Hey, there,” Dean says, leaning on the car and bending down. Castiel raises his hand and waves but doesn’t say a word. “So, Cas, what’s the word?”
“Well, Dean, I’ve been thinking. Monkeys are so clever, and they’re sensible in that they leave the skins on the bananas that they eat. Is it really necessary to test cosmetics on them? I mean, how important is lipstick to you, Dean?”
“What?” you ask, very confused.
“You want to come inside and, uh, tell us what’s going on?”
“Of course.”
Castiel gets out of the car, and you escort him to the house where Sam and Meg are waiting. Sam is holding Joanna in his arms as she plays with his hair and tangles it in her tiny fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. You’re glad he did this because you don’t trust Meg one ounce.
“Now, you understand I don’t participate in aggressive activity.” Castiel picks up the bone you stole and sniffs it. “Mm. Sister Mary Constant. Good choice.”
“Why’d you go to Meg, Cas?” Sam wonders.
“When I left, I wanted to observe the flowers and fruit. Flowers come first, obviously, but I heard nothing from them.”
“You heard nothing from who, Castiel?”
“The Garrison.”
“What happened to the Garrison?”
“Well, finally, the silence was deafening, so I went to look at the home of the Prophet. You know, Leviathans can kill angels. There’s a reason why Father locked them in Purgatory. They’re the Piranha that would eat the whole aquarium. They’re gone. The entire Garrison–dead. If there’s anyone left at all, they’re in hiding.”
“Wait, you’re saying all the angels are dead? Where’s Kevin?” you ask worriedly.
“I could steal them from their cages, the monkeys. But where would I put them all?”
“Hey!” Dean claps his hands in front of Castiel’s face. “Focus. Is Kevin alive?”
“I don’t want to fight.”
“No, I’m not–” Dean sighs and returns to his calm self. “We’re very worried.”
“They took him. He’s alive. I felt such responsibility, but it’s in your hands now.”
“Wait, hold on a fucking minute.”
“I feel much better.”
“Guys, what’s all that?” Meg asks, seeing the table you were using to summon Crowley.
“We called Crowley.”
“You what?”
“Don’t worry. He never showed.”
“What do you mean never–”
“Do you see him anywhere? He stood us up!” Dean cuts her off.
“Well, I’m sorry about that, but I’m out. He could still sh–-”
“Show up at any time,” Crowley finishes her sentence, appearing out of nowhere. “Hello boys and Y/N. Sorry, I’m late. This is an embarrassment of riches.” He turns to Meg who looks scared. “Stay, won’t you. There’s really nowhere to run.”
Meg runs for the door, but Crowley disappears from where he is to right in front of her, blocking her exit.
“Don’t even think of smoking out, pussycat. I’ve got eyes all over the place.”
“Leave her be,” Castiel says, coming to her protection.
“Castiel. When last we spoke, you, well, enslaved me. I’m confused. Why aren’t you dead?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, do you want to be? ‘Cause I can help with that.”
“Alright, that’s enough,” you butt in.
“It’s enough when I say. I came here to help you. I find out you’ve been lying to me, harboring an angel, and not just any angel–the one angel I most want to crush between my teeth.”
“Oh, so you can crush angels now, huh?” Meg sasses.
“You bore me. Do you know that? You have no sense of poetry.” He turns to Castiel. “Now, what do you have to say for yourself?”
“Well, I’m still, uh, honing my communication strategy. I haven’t even been back to Heaven. I-I keep thinking there are no insects up there, but here we have trillions. You know, they’re making honey and silk and… miracles, really.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Um, preferring insects to angels, I guess. Here. I can offer a token if you like.” Castiel pulls out a bag of a yellow substance from his trench coat. “It’s honey. I-I collected it myself.”
“You’re off your rocker. He’s off his rocker, is that it? Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?” Crowley asks you three.
“Look, did you come here to donkey-punch your old grudges or to help us end Dick? Pick a battle.”
“Well, I’m vexed. I’d like to do both, but where’s the fun in clobbering a ball of wet fur? Text me when Sparkles here retrieves his marbles, I suppose. Meanwhile, a prezzie.”
Crowley takes out a vial of his blood and tosses it to you. You catch it easily and stare at it, looking at him suspiciously.
“Just like that?”
“I’m a model of efficiency.”
“Is that right? Then why were you late?”
“Dick had me in a devil trap. He’s not an idiot. He knows what you three are after.”
“What did he offer you?” you ask, pocketing the blood so he can’t take it from you.
“A fair deal in exchange for giving you the wrong blood. It’s demon, but is it mine?” He pauses for dramatic effect, but you’re not in the mood for it. “It’s my blood. Real deal.”
“Why should we trust you?”
“Good God, don’t. Never trust anyone. A lesson I learned from my last business partner,” Crowley sighs, looking at Castiel. “Oh, bonus. Meg, I’m gonna scoop you up, take you home, and roast you till you’re jerky.” Castiel feels protective over her and advances to Crowley, but he holds his hands up. “But not… yet. Cas can have you for now. Hilariously, it seems he’d be upset at losing you. The boys and Y/N need Cas to get Dick. Don’t they, Cas?”
“Oh, I–I don’t fight anymore,” the angel stutters.
“Come on. Given the particulars of your enemy, sadly, you’re vital.”
Crowley winks at you before disappearing, and oddly, Meg is gone too. You take the blood out and look at it, tossing it to Dean who catches it.
“Well, one thing’s for sure–we only get one shot.”
“You know this thing doesn’t reload, right? Dick won’t let us kill him twice.”
“Yeah, I know. You think Crowley’s double-crossing us?” Sam asks.
“You’ve got to figure who he wants dead more–us or Dick.”
“Depends what Dick offered. Here we go.”
Sam takes the righteous bone and places it in a different bowl, turning to another one where the blood is going to go. He pours Castiel’s blood in, then the Alpha’s, and finally Crowley’s. He takes the bowl of blood and holds it over the righteous bone.
“Uh, there’s no magic words. We just… just go.”
“Alright then.”
Sam pours the blood over the bone, but nothing happens when he does so. You’d figure lightning or thunder would happen, but nothing is.
“Where are all the thunder and lightning?” Dean asks, thinking of the same thing.
“Maybe it worked?”
“Awesome.”
You hear the sound of angel wings before you feel the touch of someone’s hand on your shoulder. You turn and see Castiel standing there holding a plate of sandwiches.
“So, none of this should cause you any ill effects. I went to a little farm in Normandy for the wheat and the lettuce and tomato, and I thoroughly examined and comforted the pig before I slaughtered it for the ham. Here. You three need your strength.”
“Thanks, Castiel,” you smile and take the plate.
“Cas, why was Crowley so certain that you need to come with us?” Sam asks, not taking his plate.
“Crowley’s wrong. I’ll be waiting right here. Please, accept this sandwich as a gesture of solidarity.”
“I’m going to get ready. We have a big day ahead of us,” you state. You take a bite of the sandwich and moan at how fresh and good it tastes. “Thanks for the sandwich.”
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Request by @theothermrswinchester: You were in love with dean, he was in love with you. You admitted, but he wouldn’t for fear he’d lose you. You leave him,, and haven’t seen him for a few months. Dean turns into a demon now. Hunts you down, to admit he loves you. Since he knows nothing can get you now, and he’s not afraid.
Summary: Girl loves boy. Boy secretly loves girl. Girl leaves home. Boy doesn’t follow Girl. Months later, Boy finally finds Girl… but it’s not in good faith.
Square Filled: stalking (2021) for @spndarkbingo
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The library is filled with silence as you and Dean continue to stare at one another. No one has said a thing in the past fifteen minutes after what was just confessed. It wasn’t real before, more of a hope or a feeling, but now that it’s out in the open, it’s as real as you and Dean. Sam walked into the room five minutes ago, and he’s been watching you and his brother since.
“Are you two going to say something to each other?” Sam asks, breaking the silence.
“I already said something. It’s Dean’s turn,” you say and continue to look at the older brother.
Dean wants to say it back. He wants to tell you everything you want to hear. He wants to tell you that he’s so in love with you that it hurts… but he can’t. If he says it, then it becomes real, and then you could get seriously hurt because of it. Too many people have died because of him, and he is not going to let that happen to you.
If he pushes you away, then at least you’ll be alive to hate him.
“There’s nothing I need to say.”
If the sound of a heart breaking could be heard, then both brothers would hear it. You know he’s lying. You know how he feels, so why is he denying it? Does he not want to feel this way toward you? Maybe you don’t know him as much as you claim to know. The Mark of Cain has really changed him, and it’s not for the better.
“Well then. I guess there is no point in me staying here any longer,” you say and stand up.
“What? You’re leaving?” Sam gasps.
“Unless I’m given a reason to stay,” you ask, looking at Dean.
“If you want to go, then you should go,” he says and grabs his beer to drink it.
Without another word, you leave the table and march to your room, closing the door with a soft slam.
“Are you insane? You’re just going to let her leave?” Sam barks at his brother.
“What? She’s an independent woman. I’m not going to be the thing to hold her here if she doesn’t want to be here.”
“You know damn well that’s not what she meant.”
Sam scoffs and leaves the library to try and convince you to stay here. Dean may be impossible at some times, but he’d never want you to leave. Sam didn’t spend countless sleepless nights with Dean to hear how supple your breasts look in certain clothes.
That was three months ago, and you’ve been on your own ever since.
You didn’t want to know what Dean was up to because you left to get away from him. You went through a new guy every week just to try to get over him. It never worked, but you’re going to keep trying until Dean is no longer on your mind.
While you were trying to get Dean out of your mind, Dean has been doing everything he could to get you back into his life. He has a new look on life, and he’s no longer afraid of small things like death or losing a loved one. He’d never let you out of his sight, so he doesn’t have to worry about you leaving him. He has new powers–demonic powers–so things like fear and emotions aren’t in his vocabulary anymore.
The second he turned to the dark side, he knew where you were. He kept you in sight for months, stalking you to figure out when the best time to grab you is. You’re not hunting anymore, but you do go to hunter’s bars to meet men there. It’s pathetic, really, but given your circumstances, he understands.
For the past few months, you knew there was something over your shoulder watching you, but you could never figure out who it was. You’d know it if it were Sam or Dean since they aren’t very good at being subtle. However, whenever you do look over your shoulder… there is no one there.
Some people have a sixth sense of knowing when they’re being watched, and your sixth sense has been going off ever since you left the Bunker. It’s not a good kind of watching either–not like an angel watching over you sort of shit. No, this is more sinister as if you’re in danger.
It’s hard knowing there is something out there watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike. Not knowing when that moment will come.
The bunker is the only home you’ve ever known, and you don’t have any money to grab yourself a real place. So, much like what Sam and Dean did before finding the Bunker, you live in and out of motels around the United States. You take on odd jobs to help pay for it. It’s not ideal, but it works right now.
Or it did.
You put the key into your door, walking in when you get it unlocked. You’d just come back from a night of hustling men for money at pool. It’s something Dean taught you how to master. You take one foot in the room and immediately freeze. The lights are off and it’s in the same condition that you left it in, but there is something off about the room. You’re not even sure you want to go inside right now, but you do anyway just to prove to yourself that nothing is in here.
However, when you turn on the light, that’s when whoever is in the room attacks.
You’re slammed into the door behind you, and you look into familiar green eyes that you left a long time ago.
“Dean? What the hell! You fucking scared me!” you gasp.
“It’s nice to see you too. Long time no see, Y/N. You broke my heart when you left.”
“When I left? You let me leave! You didn’t want to man up about how you felt!”
“Yeah, and now I couldn’t care less,” he smirks.
He blinks and his eyes turn pitch black. Your own eyes widen in shock. The anti-possession tattoo is peeking out from underneath his shirt, so he can’t be possessed. Then how the hell is he a demon?
“You see,” he continues, “I’ve spent months watching you… listening to you breathe at night… watching you fuck those men… and I’ve come to realize that you were never theirs. No, you’re mine and only mine. I let you go once, and I don’t plan on letting you go again.”
“How the hell is this possible?”
“Anything is possible, sweetheart.”
For the first time in your life… you don’t feel safe in Dean’s arms… and the thought scares you.
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