Description: Y/N never experienced the life of luxury. Being the daughter of a hunter never gave her that experience. But what happens when she finds a job working for one of the most prestigious hunting companies in the world?
Description: Dean tells Y/N something he quickly regrets, sending her away. The break-up has him searching high and low for her. Will he finally be able to make things right when he finds her?
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Square Filled: Break-up/Make-up
Word Count: 4887
Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, a bit of crack, Language, Violence.
A/N: Written for @spndeanbingo. Also got another BINGO! This was also requested by Amanda back in February. Sorry for the long wait hun.
“No way, Y/N.” Sam said as he looked at her, “there is no way this thing is a witch. Dean and I looked everywhere for hex bags or coins,” he let out a sigh.
“Not all witches use hex bags or coins, Sam,” Y/N argued. “There is a lot of lore that points to a powerful group of witches that go beyond using hex bags and coins.”
“Y/N, I’m telling you this is not the case,” Sam countered. “all the signs point to a wolf.”
“A wolf?” Y/N scoffed. “You can’t be serious. How long have you been a hunter, Sam? Did you not see the markings on the chest where the heart was carvedout? Carved, not ripped.”
“So this one has more control. It’s probably an older wolf,” Sam retorted.
“Okay, so let’s just call Rowena and find out, hmm?” Y/N sassed.
“Yeah, I’m not bringing in a witch to prove myself right. Besides, I don’t want us owing her another favor. Not to mention Dean and I’ve been hunting longer than you, okay?”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Sam? You’re not right!” Y/N yelled. “Besides, I may not have been hunting since I was in diapers, but I fucking pay attention to the details of a case.”
“Alright, enough of the yelling. Y/N, Sam is right. The signs all point to a wolf,” Dean interrupted, tired of the yelling.
“Are you kidding me?” Y/N looked to her boyfriend, “You’re blindly standing up for what your brother is saying, but you’re not going to bother listening to me?” She placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head at what she heard. “ Who has more knowledge about witches? Forget the fact that we’re together; you know I’m right here. You just don’t want baby brother to be mad at you.”
“No, Y/N, you’re not,” Dean argued. “You are not right because we’ve seen everything and anything, and there is no way this isn’t a wolf. Besides, I’ve known Sam longer. He’s family.”
He regretted it the minute the words left his mouth, but it was too late. The slap stung and echoed in the room.
“Fuck you,” she growled. “We’re done. You can solve the fucking case yourselves.”
“Y/N,” Dean began.
“Stay the fuck away from me,” Y/N spat. “When I say we’re done, I mean it. Find a girl that will let you treat her like trash. Unfortunately, I’m not one of them.”
I’m not surprised she had to get drunk to get through that party…her family are terrible. Why can’t her mum just accept her for who she is instead of constantly trying to change her?!
Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings:Slow burn, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears, sexy touching, near kissing, mentions of angst.
A/N: Is the intruder who you believed it to be? *insert cheeky laugh here* I hope you love this new chapter! Thank you so much for reading, it means the freakin’ world to me. I love and appreciate you all so much! <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Ever since that night at his masquerade, he had thought about the woman that had eluded him, his mind reeling at the possibilities of who it could have been. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine it would be Y/N, the waitress who was a complete and utter mystery to him. He didn’t know much about her as she clearly kept herself out of the spotlight, and honestly he was a little envious of the privacy she had but that didn’t help his desire to find out absolutely everything about the enigma sat in front of him.
Well thank goodness for that!! Although Donna really needs to work on her timing. Thankfully she is being the voice of reason here. Listen to her Dean ‘go find out’
Summary: An old hunting injury of Y/N’s starts acting up, so Dean offers his services.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, brief sexual fantasies
A/N: I pulled muscles in my neck/shoulder sometime during the night a few weeks ago, and was telling @winchest09 about it. She brought up Dean giving me a massage and inspired this fic haha… happy reading and enjoy! :) beta’d by my love @downanddirtydean.
Y/N rolled her neck as her fingers pressed into the shoulder, hissing in pain as she felt the knot in her muscle moving. She closed her eyes as she tried to will the ache away, but it was no use. The old hunting injury had been hurting lately, and no matter what painkillers she used, everything was just a temporary fix. She hoped that maybe it would just go away on its own, and she could deal with it at some other stage when it eventually came back.
a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary:Running away from her life, Y/N ends up on the doorstep of her boyfriend’s apartment. In this story of heartbreak, survival, friendship and love; she gets her first taste of the real L.A. and not the city she had often dreamed about. Her first hurdle? Dean Winchester; the grumpy neighbor who becomes more than just a pain in her ass. Yet, as things start to spiral, she soon realizes that the green eyed resident from next door is a better person than she’s given him credit for.
Chapter Warnings: Slight angst, but what else is new? lol
After Dean’s left the changing room, Y/N’s packing her things hastily into her bag. On her way out, she lies to Ellen and said she didn’t feel well and won’t be performing another set. The boss surprisingly lets her go with the promise that she’ll be there for her waitress gig tomorrow night.
Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she makes her way out of the room and bursts into the full club. The music hits her instantly, the bass vibrating in her chest. She tries her best to keep her head down and move across the floor without anyone noticing, but apparently, she’s not that lucky because she runs into a white wall while she’s too busy watching her steps.
Finally she’s kicked Max’s sorry ass to the curb, was he trying to get caught or is he really just that stupid - didn’t even shut the door properly! Yes Dean!! Finally got his chance to show Max what he thinks of him!
I love the little name swap there for the show! Maybe Dean should take the offer and take her with him to Vancouver. I can ‘hear’ Rufus grumbling at him there at the end - love it ❤
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.
Dean wakes up in the early hours since he has to be at a meeting at precisely 9 PM, because apparently, London doesn’t care that he and his team are in a different timezone. Luckily, it’s finally Friday and then they have a whole weekend ahead of them, and according to Millie, she already wants to do so much. He has seen the things on the list which she had shoved in his face.
Bela is being a bit pushy isn’t she? She needs to take a hint and back off a bit!
Ooo the girls differences are showing through already. I wonder how long before they realise it isn’t just preferences changing at camp or a phase the girls are going through.
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.
If I missed you on the tag list, I’m so sorry! Please comment or shoot me an ask or something if you’d like to be added. I hope you enjoy.
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: 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.
Before heading over to Dean’s place, you gathered a few things for breakfast that you figured he wouldn’t have. You knocked on the door just after nine and could hear shuffling footsteps dragging along the floor on the other side. A spiky haired Dean pulled the door open and rubbed sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand while he stepped aside to let you in.
“You look like you had a rough night…” You took off your shoes by the door and slowly made your way into the kitchen with a shopping bag full of breakfast supplies.
“Two words. Heart. Burn.” He sat down on a barstool next to the empty Tums bottle that you had jokingly gifted to him last night.
“That’s one word.”
He slowly tilted his fed-up face your way. “What’s on the menu?”
“I’m making a French toast bake. You can go lay down while I throw it all together if you want.”
“That’s alright. If I go back to sleep now, I probably won’t wake up until dinner. What do you need help with?”
You pulled out a large bowl, a mixing spoon, and a pan from the cupboards. “I’m okay on the cooking front, why don’t you go turn on the show?”
“Good call.” He stood and gave a long stretch, then found the episodes of SNL that you hadn’t seen. “How’d you and Conor get started with this tradition anyway?”
“I don’t really remember. We’ve been watching it since we were kids.”
“I guess that explains the sarcasm.” Dean remarked and rejoined you, walking straight over to the fridge and pulling out a pack of bacon. “I’m no Gordon Ramsey, but I know how to make the perfect bacon. Finding the right balance of crunchy and chewy is a gift that not many have, but you’re looking at one of the souls who was blessed with it.” He pulled out a frying pan and held it up with a cheesily proud smile.
“I don’t think bacon is going to do much good for that heartburn.” You warned.
“Maybe, but it’s going to hurt so good.” Dean winked at you and began to fry up the bacon is such a careful and calculated, but altogether impressive process while you stuck the French toast in the oven. Once everything was ready, you both dished up and made your way over to the couch. Dean set his plate down on the coffee table and rubbed his hands together, ready to dig into the unholy serving size he was drooling over while you started the show.
Dean said what was on his mind after watching an episode and a half. “Some of these guys aren’t that funny.”
“Yeah, you’re not wrong. We just keep watching because it’s tradition and there’s an occasional gem in the script. Weekend update is the only consistently good part, but I’m biased because I love Colin Jost.”
“That guy is your celebrity crush?” Dean pointed at the man on the screen with a doubtful eyebrow.
“I wouldn’t say celebrity crush, maybe comedy crush.” You shrugged.
“He’s kind of wormy.”
“He’s married to Scarjo. I think he’s doing okay for himself.”
“That guy is married to Scarlett Johannsen?! You’re kidding…” Dean shook his head in disbelief as your phone rang. You pulled it out to see that it was Conor calling.
“You aren’t supposed to call until one. I’m not done catching up yet!”
A few moments passed as Conor spoke to you on the other side of the phone, and Dean watched as your face slowly dropped. “Oh… Okay. Um, thanks for letting me know.” He couldn’t hear what was being said by your brother, but the blood draining from your face indicated that it was nothing good. “Bye.”
You hung up the phone and stared at the blank screen while chewing on the inside of your cheek.
“Everything okay?” Dean’s voice pulled you from your trance.
“Yeah…” You tried your best to muster anything resembling a smile but didn’t find much success.
“It doesn’t seem like it.”
You nervously twisted the little whisps of fabric on the couch cushion, still trying to compartmentalize the news your brother had just shared in a way that wouldn’t send you into a tailspin. “Uhm,” you cleared your throat and pulled yourself together enough to form a cohesive sentence, “that was about Billy, my ex.”
Dean was sure he could see the vein in your neck nervously pulsing and concern grew within him.
“He, uh, he fell and hit his head a while ago and has been unconscious ever since. They weren’t sure if he was going to wake up or not, but he’s starting to show signs of life.”
It was situations like this that made Dean wish he were better with words, so instead, he scooted closer to you and put a comforting hand over yours. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
“I don’t know?” You weren’t sure if you were answering the question or asking another one.
Dean read your emotions better than you could as he watched the Y/E/C of your eyes darken a shade. “You’re scared.”
“Yeah…” You refused to look at anything but the rocks that lined the fireplace and clenched your jaw, trying to push down any emotions that were threatening to explode.
Pensive seconds trudged by until Dean figured out what to say next. “You don’t need to be.”
You knitted your eyebrows together and looked at him with a small side glance, waiting for further explanation.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Dean’s hand protectively tightened around yours.
“You don’t even know what happened.”
Dean’s response was immediate. “I don’t need to. I figure that you’ll tell me if you want, but if not, that’s okay too. The bruise that was on your arm told me everything I need to know about your douchebag ex, and I won’t let him near you.” The blind defensiveness he showed shielded your mind from the dark shadow that was always attached to Billy’s name.
Despite all of Dean’s understanding, you only managed to eke out a feeble, “thank you.”
Dean offered a healing smile that spread to his eyes. “Wait right here.” He stood and jogged up the stairs to his room, coming back with an entire drawer that he had pulled from the dresser. He set it down on the coffee table and you could see it was chalk full of every candy bar imaginable. He then pulled a large blanket from the basket by the fireplace and gently placed it over your laps and sat down next to you.
“This,” he pointed towards the treasure trove of chocolate, “is my top-secret stash. You’re the only other person in the world who knows that it exists and I’m officially granting you access to it whenever you need it.” He looked at you dead in the eyes with a serious expression. “Now, I know this it’s a lot of responsibility, but can I trust that you’ll keep this between us?”
Dean’s antics forced the corners of your mouth up into an almost smile. “You can trust me.”
“Perfect, pick your poison then.” He picked up the drawer and set it in your lap. You pulled out a Twix bar, but he insisted that you take more. “This is lunch and dinner because we’re not leaving this couch until we’ve watched as many corny Colin Jost jokes as you can handle.”
Dean moved the stash back onto the table and pulled you close, placing a caring arm around you then grabbed the remote to turn the show back on. Even the most down in the dumps of chumps would fall victim to this unanticipated but endearing nurturer role that Dean had adopted, and you were truly grateful for his efforts to keep your looming skeletons firmly barricaded in the closet.
Surely it had been hours since Dean had anchored you onto the couch, and his only departure from the downy cushions was to start a fire when it got cold. After a few more episodes of SNL, you let Dean pick the next thing to watch and he decided on Raiders of the Lost Ark. As the iconic film score rolled in the end credits, Dean still had his arms around you, protecting you from the world outside the knitted wool blanket and settled in to watch another Indiana Jones movie.
With your head laying softly on Dean’s shoulder, you felt safe enough to open up a little. “I feel stupid…”
Dean stopped his search for the next movie and put the remote down on the arm of the couch, signaling that you had his full attention. “Why?”
“About Billy. I should have seen it all coming, but I was like some naïve two-year-old who didn’t know any better.”
“How long were you with him?” Dean asked, not wanting to push for any information you weren’t willing to share.
“Three years. We met at a college party my junior year and hit it off like we had known each other forever. He was charming and funny, and we started dating pretty quickly. He would come to all my games to cheer me on and made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.” A heavy breath escaped through your nose. “Everything started going south so slowly that I didn’t even realize what was happening. At first it was little things like he would get mad if I was out with friends or if I wore something he didn’t approve of, but he always had enough sound reasoning that I didn’t feel like he was being controlling.”
Dean sat up a bit so that he could read your emotions better. You weren’t hysterical or teary-eyed, but rather stone-faced and void of feelings. He listened intently as you continued.
“One day he came over to my apartment and told me that he was dropping out of college because he found a great job and a nice place to live and wanted me to move in with him so that we could start our lives together. The apartment wasn’t too far away from campus, so I could still go to school and play soccer while he worked, and it just seemed like the next right step to take. I had no idea that I was walking right into his trap. Once I was isolated away from my friends and teammates and even my family, things started to get really bad. Billy started to drink. A lot.” Subconsciously, your grip on the blanket tightened, causing your knuckles to whitewash. “He said all the booze was because he was so stressed at work and blamed me for pressuring him into quitting school. He would get angry and throw stuff or punch the wall, but I never thought he’d hurt me…” You swallowed hard. “Until he did.”
Dean clenched his jaw in disbelief that anyone could harm you and ground his teeth to keep his emotions in check so that you could continue to recount what was surely a living nightmare.
“It was my senior year, and my team was prepping for nationals, so soccer practice ran way over. I got home really late and there were beer cans littered everywhere. Billy was so pissed that I didn’t tell him I would be home late and accused me of cheating on him and going behind his back, but I tried to just ignore him. That’s when he grabbed me and threw me into the kitchen. I hit the cabinets hard and got a pretty bad gash on my head. Billy immediately apologized and got me cleaned up, but that wasn’t the last time he hurt me. It went on for another year and a half.”
“Y/N…” Dean couldn’t find the words he needed, so instead wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight against his chest where he knew you would always be safe.
“Everything came to a head when he proposed to me and I said no. He said that I humiliated him and was making the biggest mistake of my life, then shoved me down the stairs of our apartment complex. I was so upset that I just left. I got in my car and drove to Conor’s house and waited for him to get off work. He found me bawling on his front porch and I told him everything. I had a broken wrist, so he took me to the hospital, then back to his house and stayed with me until I fell asleep.”
“What happened after that?”
“Conor went back over to the apartment and broke Billy’s nose.”
Dean nodded in approval. “I would like to shake your brother’s hand someday. Was that the end of everything?”
“Conor tried to get me to file a police report, but I was an idiot and didn’t. I thought everything was just going to go away because I hadn’t heard from Billy in months.”
You could feel a knot slowly sinching in your throat and tried your best to fight the tears that were finally starting to make an appearance.
“I always worked late on Thursdays, but one night I there way past closing time working on some projects and was the last one at the firm. I locked everything up and walked out to the parking garage to see Billy was waiting for me by my car. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from ten feet away. He told me that he missed me and wanted me back, but when I told him to go to hell, he, uh,” you had to take a deep breath to calm your shaky voice, “he pulled out a knife and said that if he couldn’t have me, no one could. I ran, but he caught up to me in the stairwell and shoved me up against the wall.”
As a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks, a helpless Dean felt your pain deep in his chest and wanted nothing more than to take it from you.
“He was drunk enough that I was able to knock him off balance, but he fell over the railing and down three floors.” You could feel Dean’s arms tighten around you as you struggled to finish your story. “He fell so awkwardly that I honestly thought he was dead. I ran down to him and called 911. The paramedics got there in time to keep him alive, but he had so much brain damage that he has been in a coma ever since. That was the end of November, and he’s just now starting to show signs of waking up.”
Now that Dean was clued into the real reason you moved, he felt awful for being such a jerk the first time he’d met you and wished he could go back and have a do-over.
“Even though I knew Billy was lying unconscious in a hospital bed, I could see his face everywhere I went. I was terrified of even walking around a corner by myself and felt like I was going insane. That’s when I found an ad for an assistant city accountant in some little town I’d never heard of, and yeah… You know the rest from there.”
Dean gently wiped the last tear that fell from your eyes with his thumb and cradled your face with his hand. “Y/N, I had no idea… I am so sorry that happened to you.”
A weak nod was all the acknowledgement you had the energy to give, despite the weight you felt being pulled from your shoulders as you finally felt comfortable enough to confide your story in someone.
“Listen to me, I meant what I said earlier. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, and neither will anyone else in this town.” Dean noticed that the fire was dying down and pulled the blanket up onto you more. “I mean, Jody’s the Sheriff and you’re pretty much her daughter-in-law, I’m sure Sam can pull some lawyer mumbo-jumbo and get a restraining order if you want, Sarah will go to war for you and I wouldn’t want to get in a fight with her, and you know every single person here would do anything for you.”
Dean pulled away slightly, but only to look into your eyes as he promised, “and if that stupid son of a bitch is dumb enough to set even a foot in this town, I will put him right back in the hospital. But I’ll make damn sure that he won’t wake up this time.”
Understanding that today must have been draining on you, Dean noticed that it was starting to get dark. “Why don’t you stay here tonight?”
“I appreciate that, but I gotta go get ready for work tomorrow.” His offer was generous, but you couldn’t go to work in leggings and a sweatshirt.
“Did you walk here?”
“Yeah.”
Dean stood and grabbed his truck keys. “Come on, let’s go get your work stuff and you can get ready here. Even my guest bathroom is better than your dinky one.”
He wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t want to feel like a helpless child who needed to rely on other people. “Dean, really I promise I’ll be okay.”
“Listen, you have two options. Either you’re staying here tonight, or I’m staying at your place, but my back would sure appreciate not sleeping on that piece of garbage covered in fabric that you call a couch.” Dean’s puppy-dog eyes rivaled that of Sam’s. The Winchester gene pool had a strong line of manipulating looks. “If not for your peace of mind, then mine. Please.”
“Okay.” You surrendered and joined Dean on the walk out to the truck. At your house, you gathered a few things for tomorrow and put them into a duffel bag. Dean was in the living room looking around while he waited for you to put a few things together for lunch the next day.
“Just leave your truck here, it’s supposed to snow tomorrow so I’ll just give you a ride to work.” Dean mentioned as you finished up and pulled on your coat.
“I have to go in kind of early for a meeting with Ellen and Garth, but thanks for the offer.”
“You hate driving in the snow and your truck isn’t cut out for it either. It’s not a big deal, I can go in early too. Just means I get to leave early, so really it’s a win-win for both of us.” He gave a no-nonsense smile and grabbed your bag. You weren’t sure if you’d ever met someone with a stronger resolve than Dean before, but his willingness to make sure you were taken care of meant a lot to you.
Back at his house, Dean set you up in the guest bedroom and showed you where you could find anything you needed. Despite the mountains of candy you two had conquered during the day, he was still starving and decided to throw a frozen pizza in the oven while he hopped in the shower. It wasn’t even nine by the time you had laid your things out for the morning and washed your face, so you made your way back out to the kitchen and living room area to explore a bit.
For all of the intricate detail work that had gone into the structure of this cabin, there was a notable lack of Dean’s personality in the sparse décor. There were no knick-knacks making themselves at home on the empty surfaces, and no pictures of family or friends on the walls aside from one small snapshot of a very young Sam and Dean on a fishing trip in a wooden frame. You picked it up to take a closer look, but Dean descended down the stairs and caught you in the act.
“Ah, man. Put that thing down before the awkward teenage hormones seep through the glass.”
“Baby Sam and Dean were adorable. I didn’t know you fished.” You carefully placed it back in its spot.
“Yeah, my dad kind of started the tradition. Well… he took us once. Bobby’s the one who really taught me, and I taught Sam.” Dean looked at the picture with fondness. “I was maybe fourteen in that picture. Dad had promised to take me and Sam on a fishing trip but got caught up at work, so I packed up all the gear and took Sam myself. I had to rig a trailer onto the back of my bike and pull a canoe about five miles uphill, but it was worth it.” Dean pointed to the miniscule minnow that Sam was so emphatically showing off to the camera. “That was the first fish he caught, and I wish you could have seen the smile on his face. That goofy ear-to-ear grin was over a toothpick that I’m sure didn’t even weigh two pounds.” The gleam on Dean’s face was almost paternal.
“Have you two always been close?”
“Well, we fought like any siblings, but I think for the most part, yeah. We didn’t keep in touch as much when he went off to college, but he was the reason that I made it through Cassie leaving me. I don’t know that I could have handled that without him, but don’t tell him that.”
“I won’t, but you should. I’m sure it would mean a lot to him.”
Dean waved your suggestion off. “Meh, his head is big enough as is. You ready for pizza?”
As you and Dean sat on the barstools at the kitchen island, he explained more about his relationship with his family. Dean’s relationship with his mom had always been good, and she did her best to take on the rolls of a mother and a father while working as a schoolteacher. John was very into his work, meaning lots of business trips and long hours at the office, so he wasn’t around much while the boys were growing up. Dean felt responsible for stepping into the “man of the house” role from a young age and did his best to be there for Sam in ways that their dad should have been, but never was. When Dean decided he wanted to start his career as a mechanic in lieu of going to college, John was furious and the ensuing fight drove the wedge between them even further. After John was diagnosed with cancer, Dean had no other choice but to abandon his dreams of owning an auto shop and step in to take his dad’s place at Winchester Lumber as his parents had to quickly make a move to Kansas to be closer to treatment.
After a day full of junk food, you only wanted a single slice of pizza, and couldn’t bring yourself to eat the crust, which Dean happily offered to finish off for you. “Aren’t we quite the pair? We’ve got some seriously messed up back stories.”
“Yeah, but at least we have pizza.” Dean held up another piece that he demolished in record time.
“Touché.” You grinned as Dean checked his watch.
“You wanna finish off that last Indiana Jones movie?”
“Sure.” You agreed and volunteered to clean up a bit while he got it going. You forgot how nice it was to have a dishwasher that you could just toss dishes into.
You sat on what was becoming your designated spot on the deep couch, and Dean took his just to the left of you.
You knew that you would be in a much worse headspace if it wasn’t for Dean today, and you didn’t want to let the night slip by without acknowledging his heroics. “Hey, thank you for today. You have no idea how much you helped me, even just by listening to my sob story.”
Dean shook his head slightly. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just glad you trusted me enough to tell me.”
A deep smile was exchanged between the two of you before the movie started and Dean pulled you close to his chest again, a place that was becoming your favorite safe spot. About halfway through the movie, you could tell Dean was fighting sleep pretty hard, probably because the previous night had been full of the ghost pepper wing’s vengeance.
“Hey,” you gently squeezed his arm, “we should probably head to bed.”
A soft but sure hand on your side prevented you from standing up. “Stay.”
Dean’s charming groggy voice was more than enough to dismiss any ounce of resistance in your body, and you gladly melted into his side where you seemed to fit so perfectly. While the fear of Billy potentially waking up was still lingering, it didn’t seem so daunting with Dean’s tranquil heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
Monday morning was as busy as usual, but you couldn’t shake the funk you were in from the previous day’s news. Sarah picked up on it quickly and wanted to know if you were alright, but you told her that it wasn’t really something you could talk about at work. She offered to come over to your place after she got off and you accepted, knowing that she was another person who you could trust with your vulnerability.
Just past four in the afternoon, you saw Dean’s truck pull up in front of city hall. You were finished for the day, so you gathered your things and pulled on your coat, then headed out the door and met him on the sidewalk.
“Hey there sweetheart, good timing.” He greeted and opened the passenger side door for you. There was a shopping bag sitting on the seat that clanked with metal bits when you moved it over.
“What’s all this?” You asked as Dean slid in behind the wheel.
“Locks.” He started the truck and turned the heat on before pulling out onto the snowy road. “The ones at your place are garbage so I got you new ones.” He put his hand up before you could say anything. “And, yes, I know I didn’t need to get them, but I wanted to. It’ll only take me a few minutes to put them in and then I know you’ll be safer.”
“I think we’re going to have to come up with a new nickname for you. Kowalski just doesn’t seem to fit anymore with you being so nice. I’m leaning towards…” You racked your brain for the perfect fit, “Oprah.”
“Oprah?!” Dean scoffed. “So, your nickname is sweetheart, but my nickname is Oprah?”
Your heart fluttered at Dean’s words. “I didn’t realize that was my nickname, I thought that’s just what you called every girl.”
The tiniest of blushes grazed across Dean’s cheeks as he realized his little slip-up. “Uh, nope. Just you.” He cleared his throat and changed the subject. “So, you feeling any better today?”
“A little, yeah. It’s just going to take me a minute to process everything.”
“Understandably.”
“But I would be in a much worse place right now if I didn’t have a great neighbor with a secret chocolate hoard.”
A side smirk pulled up one side of Dean’s mouth as he briefly glanced at you. “Happy to help.”
At your place, Dean expertly installed the new locks on your doors and windows while you changed out of work clothes. You were doing some laundry when Sarah let herself in.
“Knock, knock.” She pushed the door open slowly.
“Hey, come on in. I’m almost done.” You tossed the last of your clothes into the basket and set it on the kitchen table. Dean walking out of the bedroom caught Sarah off guard and she jumped slightly.
“Oh, hey Dean… I wasn’t expecting to see you here. In Y/N’s bedroom.” She tilted her head slightly.
Unphased by her speculating, he wiped some dirt from his hands off on his pants. “Don’t mind me, I’m just the handyman.” He pulled a few new keys from his pocket and placed them on the kitchen counter before pulling on his coat and making his way out the door. “You’re all set.”
“Thanks, Oprah.” You teased.
“Don’t.” He pointed a warning finger at you. “See you around, Sarah.”
Sarah waved goodbye, then turned to you and asked, “Oprah?”
“It’s a really long story.” You plopped down next to her on the couch.
“So, what’s going on? I’m worried, you don’t seem yourself.”
You recounted your backstory to Sarah, just like you had the night before with Dean, and she spent the evening hugging you and crying empathetic tears. You knew that you had made the right decision to confide in Sarah and Dean and felt eternally grateful that such kind and caring people had found their ways into your life. Sarah offered to stay the night with you, but you told her that you needed a few minutes alone to get all the pent-up emotions out of your system, but that you appreciated the offer.
You really hadn’t had much time to yourself since finding out about Billy, and it felt good to just lay in bed and cry. While he wasn’t awake all the way yet, the thought of him being mobile again was scary, but a sense of security and belonging dampened the dark memories.
A few weeks had passed since finding out about Billy showing signs of life, and Sarah and Dean had done an expert job of making you feel more than taken care of. Sarah had kicked Sam out of their apartment for a night or two so that you could stay there with her, and Dean had made Sunday breakfast/lazy days mandatory for the two of you.
Sam and Sarah’s wedding date loomed in the not too far in the future, meaning the planning process was in full swing. With Sarah’s family in Colorado where her dad was running an art trading business, and John and Mary in Kansas, a long weekend was planned to have the families fly in for a small engagement party and so that Sarah could go dress shopping with her mom and sister.
On Thursday night, Sam and Sarah were lounging at their apartment when a knock at the door put a stop to their movie marathon. Sam opened it to reveal his parents on the other side.
“Mom, Dad!” He gave his mother an enveloping hug and his father a respectable handshake before letting them in. “I thought you guys weren’t flying in until tomorrow.”
“Your mother thought it would be a good idea to surprise you.” John said, almost embarrassed about their unexpected arrival.
“She was right! Let me call Dean and get him over here, come on and sit down.” Sam pulled out his phone while Sarah gave both John and Mary hugs and made them feel at home.
While Sam talked with his dad, Sarah caught up with Mary, filling her in on all the details of the proposal and what she had planned for the wedding so far. She pulled out her laptop to show Mary pictures of the venue they had booked, and ideas of dresses she liked.
“This all looks beautiful, Sarah. I’m so excited for you to officially be my daughter.” Mary gave a warm smile. “Oh, and I’ve been meaning to tell you that the Valentines party looked great! I saw the pictures you put up on the city’s website. It made me miss this place so much.”
“I actually have a few more that I didn’t put online if you want to see.” Sarah opened the folder with the pictures from Alex and let Mary scroll through them. “I think I have one that you’ll like. I wanted it to be on the front page, but I don’t think Dean would have been too happy with me.” Sarah hit the next button rapidly until she stopped on the picture of you and Dean. Mary gasped and placed her hand over her mouth, trying to contain her surprise.
“Is that… Is that my son acknowledging the existence of a girl?” Mary slid the computer onto her lap to take a closer look.
“It sure is. That’s Y/N and I love her. She works with me down at city hall and she’s become one of my best friends. She’s actually one of my bridesmaids, so I’m sure you’ll meet her soon.”
Dean walking in the door prompted Sarah to quickly shut the laptop and shove it in behind a couch cushion.
“Hey, mom!” Dean took two large steps and pulled Mary into a bear hug.
“Oh, hi Dean.” She was taken aback at Dean’s excitement since the last time she had seen her son, he had been so closed off and cold. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” Dean asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. You’re just so… happy?”
Dean gave a confused look. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“No, of course not. You know what, never mind. I’m just glad to see you, Hun.”
Dean released his mom from the hug and noticed his dad standing across the room. They both gave an uncomfortable acknowledging nod and moved on.
“So, where are you guys staying?” Sarah asked once everyone had settled into the couches with drinks in hand.
“Probably just the bed and breakfast like usual.” Mary answered.
“Oh, it’s actually closed for renovations right now.” Sam added.
John and Mary had driven straight to the apartment instead of stopping at the B&B, so this was news to them. “Well, I guess we can always just drive to the next town over and stay there.”
“No, no. Why don’t you guys stay here.” Sarah insisted. “Sam can take the couch and I can crash with Y/N or Charlie.”
“That’s very nice, but we wouldn’t want to put you out like that. It’s not a big deal to drive another thirty minutes.”
As Dean listened to his mom and Sarah go back and forth about sleeping arrangements, he was fully aware that he had three extra bedrooms at his place that were sitting empty. His parents hadn’t stayed with him before because of the never-ending tension between himself and John, but the walls around Dean’s heart of stone had been crumbling the past few months, and now he couldn’t help but feelobligated to step in.
He let out a reluctant sigh to himself before chiming in. “You guys can just stay at my place…”
Sam, Sarah and Mary all exchanged cautious looks.
“Dean, you don’t need to do that.” Mary was completely aware of how much Dean enjoyed his privacy, so his offer came as a surprise.
“By the time you get to the next hotel, it’ll be closed for the night and it’s not like I don’t have the space.” The skepticism on everyone’s face was obvious, so he rolled his eyes and continued. “It’s not five-star accommodations, but it’s better than squatting at the abandoned church down the street.”
From the minute Dean walked through the door, Mary could sense something had changed in him and she began to recognize the loving and silly boy who she used to know so well.
By grabbing Mary’s bag that was by the door and taking it out to his truck, Dean was putting the debate to bed and making the final call that his parents were staying with him. Sam and John trailed Dean out the door with Mary and Sarah close behind.
“We didn’t have much time to catch up tonight, are you working tomorrow?” Mary wondered.
“Yes, but only for half the day. Would you want to do a late lunch after I get off?” Sarah replied.
“That sounds great! I’ll meet you over at city hall around one?”
“Perfect!”
Over at Dean’s cabin, not many words were exchanged as Dean got everything ready for his parents and then headed off to bed. There had only been a handful of times that his parents had been there before, so Mary took the time to wander around and really get a look at the fine detail work her son had put into this masterpiece. She knew Dean had always loved working with his hands and it showed in the work he put into this home and even the cars he used to work on. She felt a pang of guilt in her chest at the thought of Dean giving up a career he loved to take over the family business and began to seriously consider the idea of moving back here to give Dean his life back.
Just before one the next afternoon, Mary sat in the rental car flipping through radio stations until she gave up on her search for a good song. She wiped her hand along the fogged window to find someone holding the door to city hall open just enough that she could see a face that caught her attention. The Y/H/C haired new girl that she had seen in a picture from the night before was standing at the front counter helping someone out, and Mary let herself fall victim to her own curiosity and slipped out of the car, then quickly inside.
You had to run a few forms back to Ketch’s office and returned to the front desk to see an unfamiliar woman standing just inside the door. Sarah was still in a meeting with Garth, so you stepped up to help.
“Hey there, how can I help you?” You greeted and leaned on the tall counter.
“Hi,” she greeted warmly, “you must be Y/N.”
You thought you had a pretty good grasp on most of the people in town, and even if you didn’t know names, you at least recognized faces, but you couldn’t place this woman for the life of you.
“You’ll have to forgive my newbie brain, but have we met?”
“Oh, no,” she chuckled, “sorry. Actually, Sarah was telling me about you last night. I’m Mary.” She stuck out her hand and you shook it before realizing who this mystery person might be.
“Wait, Mary as in Mary Winchester?” You knew Sam and Dean’s parents would be flying in this weekend for the engagement party and the connection finally clicked in your mind.
“That’s me. I’ve heard that you’ve been helping keep my boys in check.”
“I can’t take all the credit. It’s a town effort.” You teased. “Why don’t you come on back while you wait on Sarah? The chairs back here are way more comfortable.”
Mary rounded the counter and sat down at the desk next to you. She asked where you were from and about your past in between sharing stores about Sam and Dean. Talking to Mary reminded you a bit of conversations with your own mom, and time flew by until Sarah came rushing down the hall and around the corner.
“I am so sorry!” She set a stack of papers down on her desk with a huff then turned to Mary. “That meeting went way longer than it was supposed to, but I am ready to head out if you are.”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Mary stood from her chair with her coat in hand. “Y/N, would you want to come to lunch with us?”
“I would love to, but I actually have the weekly reports due in,” you checked the clock on your computer, “ten minutes ago… So, I guess I should probably finish those up.” You gave a guilty chuckle.
“Oh, darn. Well, it was very nice to meet you.” Mary wanted to get to know the girl who had pulled Dean out of his shell and Sarah picked up on that quickly.
“Y/N is actually my secret maid of honor, so she’ll be at the party tonight.” Sarah added.
“Perfect! We’ll continue this tonight then.”
“Bring all the incriminating Sam and Dean stories, I am loving those.” You smiled and waved as the two girls left.
After work, you ran home and hopped in the shower to get ready for the party tonight. Sarah had mentioned that her family was rather uppity, so you chose to go with a casual but respectable shirt and skirt combo. You turned on music while you got ready, and once you had finished blow drying your hair, you opened the bathroom door to see a figure sitting on your couch in the living room. You let out a tiny scream of surprise and threw the nearest object, which happened to be a small fake plant in a heavy ceramic pot, at the person’s head.
“Oww! What the hell?!” Dean rubbed the back of his head and with betrayal on his face, turned and held his hands up.
“Yeah, exactly! What the hell?!” You took a deep, calming breath. “You can’t just go breaking into someone’s house and then get mad when they’re surprised!”
“I can’t break in if the door is unlocked, plus I yelled that I was coming in. You were just in the bathroom and didn’t hear me.” Dean shook off his minor injury and stood from the couch with an uncomfortable groan. “This couch still sucks.”
“So, you’re just here to scare me and insult my choice in furniture?” You walked the few steps into your tiny kitchen and pulled an ice pack from the freezer, then tossed it to Dean. He caught it with ease and pressed it to the back of his head.
“More like I’m hiding out from the forced conversations with my dad if I stayed at my house. I volunteered to let them stay with me this weekend, but I can’t stand being alone with that man. I figured you’d be okay with me hanging out here.”
“Of course, that’s okay.” A twinge of embarrassment popped into your brain when you realized that you had been singing Journey songs loudly and off key while you got ready, not realizing that Dean was just in the other room. “Hey, uh, how long have you been here?”
“Not that long.” Dean turned to hide the grin that was creeping up on his face and pretended to be interested in something out the window while not-so-subtly humming “Wheel in the Sky”.
“You turd! You did hear me!” You hid you face in your hands to conceal the obvious blush on your cheeks.
“So, now we’re back to calling me a turd?” Dean watched with amusement as you peeked through a small opening in between your hands.
“Only when you deserve it! I reserve the right to put on an off-key concert in my own house anytime I want and not be judged for it.”
“Just glad I got a front row seat.”
“You know what, just for that you can make the hour-long drive alone in a car with your dad. I think I’ll drive separate.” With an extra flair of sass, you pulled on your coat and grabbed your keys before sashaying towards the door. With an effortless jog, Dean quickly caught up to you and snagged the keyring from your hand, then threw it across the room and into the bowl you usually kept it in.
“No way, you’re my excuse not to drive with my parents and I can’t show up without you. You really want to make me into a liar?”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Fine, I’ll be your road trip buddy but only if we stop for dessert after this fancy dinner. I doubt there will be anything besides finger food…”
“I like the way you think. Come on, sweetheart.”
You turned back and grabbed your keyring from its resting place and were met with a confused look from Dean. You held them up and explained, “I still have to lock my house. Apparently, I need to do a better job because this crazy guy keeps letting himself in.”
“At least he’s handsome.” Dean grinned and led you out to his truck. You didn’t like driving through the narrow canyon to start with, never mind at night, so you were glad that Dean enjoyed being behind the wheel.
Sarah’s family had rented out half of a fancy restaurant a few towns over and you and Dean were one of the last to arrive. Dean had filled you in about Sarah’s crazy rich family and how petty they could be and made you pinky promise not to leave him alone with her older sister who had always had a thing for him.
Charlie walked in with you both and a waiter led you back to the reserved room where the celebration had just begun. You took the seats on the end of the table and gave a little wave to Sam and Sarah from across the room while her father said a few words to everyone. The first round was an oyster appetizer dish that Dean stared at with horror when it was placed in front of him. You did your best to keep a straight face as he coyly dumped the slimy mess into a napkin, wadded it up and stealthily shoved it into one of the decorative centerpieces.
The main entrée was a vegetarian dish that you couldn’t pronounce. It was a small stack of sliced veggies with an oily sauce, but it was better than you thought it was going to be. Even after the last course had been served, the growl in Dean’s stomach was audible from across the room.
“You ready to head out and get some read food?” Dean whispered.
“Aren’t we supposed to stay and socialize or something? You are the best man after all…” The few weddings you’d been involved in hadn’t had upscale events like this leading up to them, so this was uncharted territory for you, and you weren’t exactly sure what your role was.
Before Dean could persuade you to ditch with him, which wouldn’t be hard with his ridiculously convincing pouty face, Sarah was pulling you up from your seat to meet her family. The horrifically uninteresting topic of economics was quickly brought up by her father just moments after you introduced yourself to him, so you did your best to pretend you knew what he was talking about for a solid ten minutes. The relief of a liberating Mary interrupting the soul-crushing conversation came just before your cover of being a socially aware and responsible adult was blown. She kindly led you away from the bad man and over to where she and John were sitting.
“I’ve known Daniel Blake for a long time, so I can tell when he’s talking someone into an early grave.” Mary said in a low enough voice that she wouldn’t be heard.
“I really owe you one. You are literallya lifesaver!” You giggled.
John stood and shook your hand. “Y/N, isn’t it?” You smiled and nodded. “Well, anyone who can put up with my boys is a friend of mine. Come, sit.” He motioned towards the chair across the table from him and he proceeded to ask you questions about your life.
It hadn’t even been fifteen minutes when your phone began vibrating over and over and over. You pulled it out to see texts flooding in from Dean.
SOS
911
HELP
SAVE ME
Y/N!!
You looked over to see Sarah’s sister had cornered Dean over by the bathrooms with his eyes full of the same terror as when he was looking at the oysters earlier in the night.
“Will you guys excuse me for a sec?” You stood from your seat while John and Mary watched you walk over to their oldest son.
You linked your arm into Dean’s and slid your hand down to lace your fingers into his. “Hey, handsome. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
“Hey, sweetheart!” Dean’s fingers immediately tightened into a death grip on your hand. “Have you met Sarah’s sister, Victoria?”
“I don’t think I have.” You extended your free hand, and she unenthusiastically shook it. “It’s great to meet you. I love your sister so much.”
“I didn’t realize that you had a girlfriend, Dean…” Victoria trailed off, visibly jealous. “Well, I’m going to go… Somewhere else.” A vindictive smile was sent your way as she turned her back and Dean let out a deep breath.
“You promised that you weren’t going to leave me alone!” Dean half-heartedly scolded.
“I was talking to your parents!” You tried to defend yourself.
“You ready to get out of here?” Dean began walking towards the door, hand still wrapped around yours. His anxious grip had now loosened into a still firm, but comfortable position as if it was a regular practice for you two. You forced him to say goodbyes to his friends, parents, and Sam before heading out.
Dean made a stop at the nearest drive through for a large order of fries and two milkshakes to dip them in. You were a little skeptical of the combination at first, but after one bite you were sold on the perfect balance of salty and sweet. When it came to food stuff, you’d learned to just trust Dean’s recommendations because they were usually spot on.
Like the gentleman he always was, Dean walked you up to your door when you got home. He leaned against the outside wall while you shuffled around in your purse for your keys.
“I guess I owe you for saving me from Victoria.”
“I think that’s what the milkshake was. We’ll call it even.” For such a small bag, there were a surprising number of places a skinny keyring could hide.
“So,” Dean nervously shoved his hands into his pockets, debating whether he should address your on-the-fly pet-name for him, “you think I’m handsome?”
Blood rushed to your cheeks and your heartbeat picked up its pace. With a shy smile, you gave a signature Dean Winchester eye roll. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
His tongue darted in and out of his mouth quickly and shifted into a shit-eating grin. “I like that nickname better than Oprah. Maybe even better than Kowalski.”
Your long-lost keys finally made an appearance and you slowly pulled them out. “Okay, we’ll I’ll let the friend group know that you’d like them to address you as ‘handsome’ from now on. I bet Benny will have a field day with that one.” You weren’t entirely sure whether or not Dean was flirting, so you reverted to your emotional shield of sarcasm.
Dean chuckled as you unlocked the door and pushed it open ever so slightly. “So, I know you’ll be busy with Sarah and dress shopping tomorrow, but we’re still on for Sunday, right?”
“Obviously!” You gave a warm smile.
“Do you want to do it here this time? My parents will be up at my place until Sunday night.”
“No, you should spend time with them while they’re here. I like their company and I wouldn’t mind hearing more embarrassing stories about you and Sam.”
“Oh, great… What do you have on me?” Dean groaned, wondering what kind of ammo his mother had given you.
“Pssh, you think I’m just going to tell you? No way. I’m going to keep those little gems locked up safe and sound until the perfect moment arises so I can blackmail you into switching houses with me. I haven’t given up on that dream yet.”
“You’re relentless.”
“You love it.”
A car horn honking as it drove past your house up the road signaled that Dean’s parents were back. “I should probably get home and let them in. Have fun with Sarah’s crazy family tomorrow.” He winked as he slowly took a few steps backwards and jogged down the steps.
You waited until Dean’s truck was out of sight to close the door. All you could think about was how well your hand fit into his and the tingling in your toes when he continued to hold your hand, even after the coast was clear of Queen Victoria.
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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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Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears, drunken Jo. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)
A/N:Kids are pea tree dishes for germs. I S2G. Another cold and another weekend feeling rotten. Ugh. I’m fine though…lots of sleep! Slow burn still be burning…but could there be something coming up…maybe…possibly? *nervous grin* I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Dinner had been and gone, over an hour of monotonous speeches from the society’s most upstanding members had nearly driven him into madness. He had to sit at the head table next to his parents, a forced smile on his lips paired with a mask of engaged expression. Still, there he sat, his fingers wrapped tightly around his whiskey tumbler as his thumb tapped at the glass, zoning out from all conversations around him. In truth, his mind was elsewhere. Every chance he got, he looked around the room, each flash of red pulling his attention like a bull to a matador.
While standing on the staircase in search of the woman who had captured his curiosity, his father had demanded he announce that it was time for their guests to eat. Granted, after his little sex escapade, this part of the night had been delayed by around two hours and it hadn’t looked good. But from what he could gather, no-one had reallyminded thanks to the waiters that were carrying around appetizers such as smoked salmon crostini, sushi cups and heirloom tomato bruschetta. Of course, he hadn’t chosen those; if it were up to him there would be mini beef sliders and bacon cheese bites but Rowena had insisted that this event should carry class in every way possible.
Taking a sip of his beverage, he looked up from the spot of tablecloth he had been burning a hole with his stare and glanced at the sea of people that still occupied the space. The woman of his desire was still nowhere to be found and he had started to question whether she had maybe left the masquerade entirely. He hoped not; the thought of not seeing her again, not knowing who she was…it bothered him beyond belief.
Readjusting his mask, the one he had been ordered to put back on by his father after Dean’s hastily chase of the red dressed enchantress, he stood from his seat. Guests were now heading back into the main hall, some dancing to the music the band were providing, others topping up their beverages at the bar. He thought it was the best time to blend back into the crowd and to try and find out any information he could. He had to be careful to not break the rules, knowing that it was frowned upon to find out someone’s identity if they hadn’t personally requested it. But still, he had to try…right?
Downing the rest of the alcohol in his hand, he left his glass on the table where he’d been sitting before he weaved himself around the groups of people that had congregated in gossiping circles. He hadn’t fixed his tie, the top button of his shirt undone as he now opted for a more casual look. Of course, his dad had scowled at him for that too but his mom had come to his defense and reminded the elder Winchester that her son still looked formally presentable.
As he straightened the sleeves on his suit, the host was totally unaware that someone was following him in his footsteps, delicately stalking him like a lioness hunted their prey. Just as he was about to walk through the main hall doors, he felt fingers wrap around his forearm, halting his movements and turning him swiftly to the side to face them. It took him a few seconds to register who it was that had such a tight hold on him, but when it clicked, his face grew stoic. It was Bela.
“Dean–” the brunette started, her expression a mixture of anger and fake pleading.
“–not now,” he grumbled, removing himself from her grasp before wiping at the fabric she had been gripping.
“Why the hell–” she started again, clearly not listening to a word he was saying. He let out a growl; he was already irritated, thanks to losing the one woman he had ever felt some sort of connection with, so Bela’s constant yipping at his heels was certainly not helping. He wanted to be left alone, he had told her that they were done and in his mind, there was nothing more to say.
“–need I remind you that you’re at a Lights Out event?” Dean interrupted, his voice low and authoritative as he stalked closer towards her, his shoulders broadening with dominance. “You’ve already crossed one line by announcing Zachiarah’s presence without his permission earlier this evening. Do you really want to cause a scene and add to that list?”
His threat caused her mouth to fall agape, her lips closing and opening like a fish desperate for air as she tried to process what just happened. But Dean remained unmovable, his stare powerful as he conveyed the message that he was someone not to be messed with.
Eventually though, she found her words, and spat at him through gritted teeth, “this isn’t over.”
“Well for me, princess, it is,” he stated before he gestured to the main hall and forced a sarcastic smile. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”
With anger fueling his veins, Dean pushed himself back into the thick of the event, mingling with his guests and listening to any and all stories they had to tell him. He ensured he kept his distance from Bela, and his father, wanting to try and focus on the people that surrounded him. Not everyone in this room was bad; he knew Cas was here somewhere, as was Joanna and Benny. The only three he knew not to be gold digging, status obsessed, brainwashed elitists.
He remembered reading somewhere that power was addictive, that once anyone has had a taste of it, the craving is always there for more. It was a drug, one that had ruined many lives and many relationships in the pursuit of it. Growing up, the green-eyed Winchester thought he wanted that life. He was grateful for what his father had provided him with; clothes, food on the table, a roof over his head and a successful career. But it was only as he grew older, started to see the world in a different light, did he realise that there was more to existence than just being the most prestigious and richest family in the valley.
Bringing him out of his thoughts, was the heavy hand that landed upon his shoulder. A quick glance to his right revealed his company and he was relieved when he heard the sound of a familiar southern twang, “Any luck brother?”
“No,” Dean sighed, shaking his head before he slid one hand into one of his pockets, “Unless she’s gone back to hiding in the rooms downstairs.”
“I just came from there,” Benny informed him, before a little chuckle passed his lips, “pun not intended.” He finished, causing Dean to let out a little huff of laughter. “Evan’s not seen her since she left the scene of your dirty crime.”
“Alright, alright,” the host smiled, giving into the jest that his friend was offering. It was then that a sight at the bar caught his eye. “I’ve got a few more people I can ask, someones got to know her…right?”
To that, his friend nodded in agreement, “Sure thing. I’ll keep lookin’, just…try not to be too disappointed if we can’t locate her.”
Dean slapped the top of Benny’s arm once in a silent acknowledgement of his words, before he began to travel the distance to his next target. He didn’t want to admit that the words of the cajun had stung a little, but nonetheless they had. Not finding her wasn’t something he wanted to entertain, even if he had no idea what he would say if he did work out who it was. He just had to know who it was he had slept with, who made him feel so differently.
Approaching the bar, he smiled when he saw one of his good friends, Jo, knocking back another shot of tequila, her lips bulging with the lime she had just sucked on. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight when she turned to see him standing by her side.
“Hey,” he chuckled, his palm warm between her shoulder blades as he continued to watch her. Her eyes went wide, and she quickly spat out the fruit in her mouth onto the wooden surface below so she could talk.
“Dean, Dean, Dean,” she greeted, coming to slap his chest playfully as that was as far as she could reach from her seated position. “How’s my favorite masquerade event holder person?”
“Are you drunk?” he questioned, his smile unmoving as he tried to catch her gaze. The way she was currently swaying, and how her words were leaving her lips, wrapped in an intoxicated tone, told him all he needed to know.
Jo just brought up her forefinger and thumb, squinting as she pinched them together to show just the tiniest gap, “Little bit.”
With that, Dean lifted his free hand and flagged down the server, pointing down towards the blonde who he had subconsciously moved closer to in case she fell off the stool towards him. “Can I get a water? Thanks.”
“Boo!” Joanna exclaimed, a frown deep on her brow as she looked up at him, “H20, is a no.”
“Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning,” he commented before removing his touch, and pulling up a seat next to her. “You enjoying yourself?”
“I am,” the blonde replied happily, leaning back to drum her fingers against the surface in front of her, “and I have lots of contacts who could come in handy.” When Dean didn’t respond, Jo pouted slightly before she rested her fingers upon his clasped hands, “You look sad.”
“I’m just looking for someone,” he informed her, his lips only pulling up partially at his revelation. “Actually, that’s why I came over here. I’m wondering if you could help me?”
“Oh is this going to be like one of those old fashioned Poirot films?” the blonde gasped, her hand coming up in front of her to gesture as if she was picturing the movie sign. “Mystery at the Winchester Manor.”
“Uhh,” he started, trying his hardest to not laugh at his friend. “Not so much. I’m searching for a woman. She’s wearing a–”
“–DEAN WINCHESTER!” The stern shout of his name caused him to stop mid sentence and turn around to see his father storming towards him from a couple of paces away.
“Dad?” He questioned, confused as to why the hell he was so angry with him when all he had done was exactly as he had been told. He was also bewildered at how loud his name had been announced, considering the rules of the event that his kin had now broken, the rules that had been so heavily enforced by his parent himself.
“Excuse us,” John spoke softly to Joanna, before grabbing Dean by the shoulder and escorting him to the corner of the room. Once there, he let go of his son before he placed his hands firmly onto his hips. “Have you lost your damn mind?!”
“What have I done wrong now?” Dean exclaimed through a hushed tone, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself.
“Bela Talbot?” his dad informed, unable to stand still as his feet paced him a few inches back and forth. “Yeah, she’s just told me you broke up with her!”
Of course she did.
“So what if I did?!” The green-eyed son shot back, fed up of being pulled and moulded to his fathers expectations.
“I told you to keep her close because of a deal I’m planning with her father,” John muttered, his teeth gritted as his nostrils flared. “This will not work in our favor now you’ve upset his only daughter! You need to make amends, get back with her - now.”
To that, the host could only shake his head, ignoring the pang of hurt that fuelled the angry fire that warmed his body. “And what about how I feel?”
“Howyoufeel?” his dad repeated back to him, his tone sarcastic as his eyebrows hit his greying hairline. “Dean, you were balls deep in another woman while she was waiting for you, lonely and broken hearted. She adores the ground you walk on, why can’t you be appreciative of that?!”
“That was a genuine mist–”
“–I’ve heard enough.” John raised his voice, the deep tones causing Dean to close his mouth. “For the rest of this night you will smile, make small talk with the rest of the guests and apologise to Miss Talbot while I do some damage control. Then the day after tomorrow, you will redeem yourself at the summer fayre by being the guest of honor and opening the event. You willmake up for the errors you’ve made this evening. Is that clear?”
“Crystal,” he spoke quietly, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold in the stormy rage that had begun to circle inside of him like a hurricane.
“Perfect.”
With a slap on the arm, John was quick to blend back into the crowd, leaving Dean standing there feeling manipulated and angry. He knew Bela wouldn’t just take no for an answer, but to go to his own father to get what she wanted was a sly and low move to make. He felt like he was a puppet on a set of strings, the wooden cross firmly in the hands of his peers who controlled his every movement. He wasn’t free to make his own choices, wasn’t allowed to do what he wanted as he always had to think of what damage it could do to the family name. Now here he was, trapped in a corner with nowhere to turn.
However, he wouldn’t back down straight away. If Dean was anything, he was stubborn and he would take his sweet ass time to apologise to the scheming princess who was undoubtedly waiting for him. So, storming back towards the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the top shelf before he headed to the staircase in the centre of the hall, nodding at the guards to let him pass. He needed to breathe and have some time away from the fakery.
Walking towards his room, he unscrewed the cap off the alcohol and tucked it into his pocket before taking a generous swig. He winced when he felt the burn in his throat, but he was desperate to escape this nightmare he was currently living. His plan was to spend at least thirty minutes alone up here, to enjoy the peace and quiet before he had to polish his armor and head back down to the pit of ravenous wolves.
Opening his door, he immediately strolled over to the floor to ceiling windows that led onto his balcony and opened them, stepping out into the night air. The evening was still, only a light breeze tickled his skin as the moon shone down bright above him. It caused him to look up, to take in the small little gems that stood out so perfectly against the dark canvased sky. He had always found it peaceful, staring at the constellations and he would do it often in the hours he was alone.
That was when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he remembered that he had the device on him. Pulling it out, he took another long drink from his bottle before a smile graced his lips upon seeing the name on the display.
Sam:How’s it going? Sorry I missed your call earlier, I was out on my run.
Dean hesitated in replying, his thumb instead hovering over the call button. It was at times like this where he really missed his little brother. It was that thought that made him call, bringing his cell to his ear as he heard the international dial.
“Hey man,” Sam greeted after two rings. “Aren’t you meant to be schmoozing right now?”
“Aren’t you meant to be in bed right now?” Dean shot back, unable to stop the grin that stretched his mouth as he heard the voice of his sibling.
“I was curious as to how you were getting along,” the youngest Winchester chuckled down the line. “Besides, you rang me first.”
“Yeah well I forgot that it was practically the crack of dawn for you. C’mon dude, why are you even awake at this time when you’re in paradise?” Dean stated, his tone one that told his brother that it was too damn early for him to be talking business.
“It’s around 8AM, so it’s not that bad,” Sam informed softly, the sound of the soft sea waves in the background. “Now stop deflecting and answer the damn question. What’s going on?”
“Well dad is being his overly controlling self, Christian is basically his shadow trying to take a piece of the prestiged pie, oh and Bela seemed to think we were in a relationship which father encouraged me to fake,” Dean reeled off all in one go, choosing to bring the whiskey back to his lips for another generous helping.
“Bela!?”Sam replied surprised, “Is she still sniffing around you?”
“Like a bitch on heat,” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes. “But the whole thing with her was supposed to be dead in the water now, and trust me when I say that has not gone down well. Dad is fully demanding I get back with her.”
“You went against his wishes!?”
“C’mon man, it’s Bela. She’s alright for a night in bed but a relationship? No thanks,” the green-eyed host muttered as he made his way over to the sofa that was suitable for outside.
“Yeah, but I also know you, Dean. You’ve always done exactly what dad tells you too, so what changed?” Sam questioned, and it caused the older Winchester to pause.
“Uh,” he stammered, scratching at his brow with his bottle filled hand, “I kinda had sex with someone else…and I can’t get her out of my head.”
“You used a Lights Out room?!” His little brother exclaimed, “Dude…”
“That’s what you’re taking out of this?” Dean asked, resting his head back on a cushion as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Look, Bela had arranged it and told me to go to room six. So I did, because getting out of dad’s way was incredibly appealing and you know, I wasn’t opposed to getting laid either.”
“So what? Did your dick just accidentally slide into someone else?” Sam chuckled, clearly proud of his remark.
“Funny,” Dean responded sarcastically, his stare focused on the night sky. “No, somehow the numbers got mixed up and Bela was actually waiting behind door number nine. But when I got in there, to the room I thought she was waiting in, the smell of this sweet perfume hit me and the way this unknown woman spoke, innocent but dangerous…I don’t know, I was entranced okay? It was either sleep with Talbot who only wants me for status and money, or…god I sound like a dick don’t I?”
The older sibling groaned when he heard his words aloud. He couldn’t help but wonder whether he was at fault in all of this. If he had just left the room when he knew it wasn’t Bela, none of this trouble would have happened. At the time, he hadn’t cared what the fallout would be, but now he was plagued with the guilt that he had let down those that were closest to him.
“Sounds to me more like you actually felt a connection with someone. I’m gonna take a stab in the dark here; I’m guessing that you can’t stop thinking about the mystery person you slept with now?”
“It was incredible, Sammy,” Dean sighed, feeling some relief that his sibling didn’t think he was a bad guy after all. “Not just the sex but there was something else, something I need to figure out. Maybe it wasa connection like you said, I don’t know. But I can’t find her. She ran, and I have no idea who it was or where she’s gone. All I do know is that she was wearing a red dress.”
“So you’ve got yourself a sexy Cinderella?” Sam questioned, a smile in his tone at his brother’s obvious predicament.
“Without the glass slipper,” the host muttered back down the line. It was then that he took another deep breath. “So Bela found out, and I called it off. I couldn’t lie to her, and I’d had enough. Then Dad found out, so now he wants me to apologise and get back with her. Told me I’ve got to open the valley’s summer fayre and keep up appearances to redeem myself.”
“That’s not all bad. We used to have fun there and hey, maybe you’ll find your lost scarlett there, even if there’s over one thousand people in the town. It’s a long shot of course, but you know what she sounds like right? Don’t give up hope,” his younger brother encouraged, his voice filled with support and understanding.
“And what about Bela?” Dean questioned, already feeling a pit of dread open in his stomach, “I don’t want to string her along, she might be a bitch but that’s not who I am.”
“Then be true to yourself, fuck Dad. Just…talk it out with her,” Sam advised, and it could be possible that he had a point, that Dean would be able to reason with the brunette and get her to see it from his point of view.
“Yeah, maybe,” the green-eyed Winchester responded, not feeling too highly optimistic about that conversation.
While Sam continues to talk though, telling him all about his adventures in Thailand with Jess, Dean can’t help but let his mind wander back to what his younger sibling said about the summer fayre. Moments ago, he wasn’t looking forward to going, didn’t want to play his fathers stupid game of keeping up appearences. But now the possibility that his red dressed enchantress could be there, the woman who had already stolen a part of him without even realising, he felt that little flame of hope in his chest burn that little bit brighter.
——————————————– Chapter Sixteen - Coming 13th May ——————————————– A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading! Tag list is open!
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Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: Slow burn, anxious thoughts, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears. That’s about it. Please don’t hate me. :’)
A/N: Slow burn be burning…but for how much longer…what could possibly happen next…right? *nervous laugh here* Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
The air was still. Only a light breeze caressed her moon kissed skin every once in a while as Y/N placed one heeled foot in front of the other. She was surprised she was able to walk, that her legs weren’t wobbling as she strolled down the sidewalk away from Winchester Manor. Her core was still throbbing, the inside of her thighs closest to her centre still wet from how hard her unknown partner had made her come. One hand came to tuck some hair behind her ear as she sucked in a shaky breath, her fingers finding the ribbon of her mask before she pulled on the knot, resulting in it coming undone. Catching it as it fell from her face, she used her thumbs to trace the material as she thought about what the hellhad just happened.
Her movement slowed as she recollected his soft but firm touches; the way his lips felt upon hers as he caught them in a kiss when they both found their delirium. She couldn’t help but touch her mouth at the memory, yearning for the weight of him on top of her again, missing him like he was a drug she had been addicted to for years. She was conflicted, how could she not be. Y/N had been without the love of another for so long, craving the connection like the one she had experienced in that room but knowing that it had been with someone who she hated, who she despised; it shadowed her in shame.
Shaking her head and straightening her shoulders, she shoved the mask inside her clutch before she continued to walk the path towards her home, not caring about the looks she was getting from the few passersby. Maybe she should have brought a coat with her, or at least something to cover her breasts. She knew that the cool night air was most definitely affecting her nipples, the buds clearly prominent in the silk material. It caused her to cross her arms over her chest as she quickened her pace, eager to get behind the safety of her own door. She knew what men in this town were capable of, and maybe it was wrong of her to decide to saunter home while dressed in such a sultry dress, but she just needed to escape.
When she had rushed out of the Lights Out room, her heart was hammering against her ribs, her stomach churning with exhilaration, anxiety and excitement. She was a ball of twisted emotions, all of them entangling in the other like some messed up ball of yarn while she tried her hardest to figure out her next move. She knew she couldn’t stay, especially when she heard him shout out for her as she hastily left his company.
“Hey, wait!”
Y/N remembered the sound of his husk filled voice. It was still so prominent in her mind and for a split second, she had been tempted to do as he said. There was something in his tone that called to her; desperation, want, longing - but she was unsure whether that was her own darkest yearning calling out to her instead. Twisting the situation to sate her inner demons, to fill the lonely void she had in her heart.
So she ran, took the steps as quickly as she could whilst ensuring her dress wasn’t inside out when she eventually stepped out into more adequate lighting. She had fumbled in the dark, waited for the moment his breathing had started to even out before she took the opportunity to slide off the mattress and blindly attempt to retrace her steps. She was thankful that her outfit was made out of silk, causing it to be easily identifiable. However, she had been unable to find her underwear but that was no love lost considering it was a thong she had been wearing, and with the little fabric it was made of, she may as well had not been wearing it at all.
Y/N had tried not to make it too obvious that she was in a hurry, not wanting to draw attention to herself as she strode down the corridor that led back to the main hall. She actually felt relief when the guests were more interested in finding pleasure in each other rather than her heels fastly clicking against the floor. With her fingers wrapped around the door handle, she had pushed herself back into the crowd, her eyes scanning for her best friend. It didn’t take long to locate Joanna; the blonde was sitting at the bar with a beer in front of her as she chatted quite happily to the server behind it.
She had whispered in her ear, told her that she was going home and she would fill her in later. Of course, she was met with curious brown eyes and a furrowed brow but Y/N didn’t have the time to answer any of the questions that were desperate to leave Jo’s lips. Time was of the essence for her, and as she stood there, hair slightly messed up, cheeks flushed with a chest that was heaving, more eyes fell upon her. They were hungered gazes that made her feel like she was fresh meat, a tempting fruit that was ripe for picking. Before, they made her feel incredibly desirable but now, they were causing her to cower into herself, wanting nothing more than to escape and retreat back to her own safe haven. With that, and with a nod from her friend, she wasted no time in collecting her items from the lobby, before she had wandered into the night without so much as a single backwards glance at Winchester Manor.
Taking a deep breath, she gazed up towards the stars that twinkled like small diamonds against the night sky. They gave her comfort; her mind always looking to string together constellations like her very own personal dot to dot as she wondered if heaven was truly a thing. Were her parents looking down on her? Were they proud of who she had become? Would they have been happy with how she had behaved tonight?
Y/N found it hard to answer those questions, because she felt as though her own perception of her family had become skewed over time. They had been moulded into what she had thoughtthey would be based off of what little memories she had of them. That was when she felt the flames of her rage begin to grow low inside her stomach, the embers of a fire that had never truly been put out still burning even after all this time. If they hadn’t been taken away from her by an irresponsible drunk driver, then she would never have to use her imagination in these circumstances.
Running a hand through her hair, Y/N finally made it to the gravel path her lake house was situated on, and she was thankful. Her feet were killing her thanks to the heels, and she was desperate to take them off. She also couldn’t wait to swap the dress for her favorite lounge set and sit in front of Netflix until she fell asleep. That dream was getting ever closer, and as her iron gate came into view, so did a brown and white colored fluffball who was sitting quite proudly on the wall next to it. It made her smile, and without hesitation, her hand extended in front of her to stroke Oldwin’s head.
“Hey boy,” she greeted warmly, her fingers tickling his chin as she took note of two pearly white fangs either side of his jaw, “you not going home tonight?”
She was met with a loud purr, the cat’s body slowly rising as he pushed himself further into her touch. He then jumped down from the wall, his little paws elegantly trotting up the path towards her front door before he turned to meow in her direction. It caused her to chuckle softly as she opened her clutch to search for her keys.
“I’ll take that as a no then,” she spoke softly, quickly catching up with her feline friend before she unlocked and pushed open her door.
Without hesitation, Oldwin rushed inside and darted to the left, intent on heading to his favorite place next to the fire while Y/N placed her clutch on the side, and finally took off her shoes, letting out a low hum in relief. There was nothing quite like the feeling of placing feet flat on the floor after being in heels for a long amount of time; the pleasurable, aching burn that radiates through the heel and into the ankle.
Next on her agenda was a shower; she needed to wash away her shame, and clean herself up after everything that had happened earlier that evening. She tried to stop the way her stomach swooped at the thought of her mystery man, as she remembered the way he growled into her ear as she took him to the hilt, but it was of no use. Those memories were unchained; she was unable to shut them in a drawer and forget because there was a part of her that was clinging onto the way it made her feel.
“It was just sex,” she mumbled to herself in irriation as she stomped her way up her stairs, already beginning to strip herself of the red dress. When she made it to her bathroom, the material had pooled on the floor and she had stepped out of it.
Y/N then turned the faucet in the shower, allowing the hot water to stream down onto her tiled floor as she stood in front of the mirror, grabbing a washcloth to begin to wipe away her makeup. She rubbed at her skin, cleansing away the black smears of her mascara and the red stains of her lipstick before she moved to stand under the warm waterfall that would rinse away everything of this evening.
That was when she smelt him.
She immediately stopped, backing partly out of the shower in order to regain her composure. His cologne must have rubbed off on her when they were being intimate, and now there were no winds to blow the scent behind her, she could smell him on her skin. Warm, spicy, earthy; it made her crave him. Encouraged her core to clench around nothing as her mind happily took her back to earlier when he had his hand around her throat, making her come so hard she literally saw little stars in the corner of her vision. It had surprised her how easy it was to lower all of her defences when she was unable to see, when one sense had been taken away. She was able to give herself freely to a man she had never met, to indulge in fantasies she had never been brave enough to try. But to submit so easily to a stranger, to allow him to dominate her the way he had; that was something she was having a hard time wrapping her head around.
She had to wash it off, she couldn’t keep feeling like this. It was meant to be a one time thing, a quick fix, a metaphorical scratch of her itch so she would be satisfied for another year or so. But it had only done the opposite. It made her realise just what she was missing, and now it was like it was highlighted in bold, a neon sign flashing brightly in her mind telling her that a connection that strong could possible with someone else in this town.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, she thought, reaching swiftly for her body soap before she lathered a generous amount in her hand. She quickly applied it to her skin, covering as much as she possibly could in an effort to cleanse herself of her own sin. She scrubbed until she felt like her flesh was starting to hurt, but she had to be sure that his scent was gone, desperate to forget the mystery man.
Following this, she swiftly exited the shower and began to dry herself. She was eager to go downstairs and light a fire, to grab a glass of wine before turning on the television and losing her mind into a fictional world. She needed distractions, and she needed them now. So, with a towel wrapped just above her breasts, she went back into her bedroom and searched for some fresh clothes, opting on her favorite pair of grey sweats and a loose black Led Zeppelin tank top. It was an outfit that always made her calm, that always provided her with a sense of comfort whenever she had the urge to ground herself.
Once dressed, she then padded back downstairs and proceeded to light the fire, much to Oldwin’s approval as he meowed loudly to her in thanks. Y/N had to laugh at that, giving him a small stroke along from his head to his tail before she stood to go and grab a drink from the kitchen. She did wonder why he was here, and if his owner ever panicked that their cat was missing. Before now, she hadn’t allowed the feline to come into her home, not wanting to encourage this behaviour when she had seen that he wore a collar, meaning he belonged to someone else. But when the weather started to get bad, and the animal was huddled on her front step, she couldn’t refuse him any longer.
Emptying the last of her wine from the bottle in her fridge into her glass, she let out a small sigh before grabbing a fairly large unopened bar of chocolate from the cupboard. Yet, as she began to stroll back into her living room, a series of buzzing noises caught her attention. Shit, her phone. She had left it inside of her clutch in desperation to shower, and now she was concerned that her Pops was in need of her help. So without hesitation, she quickly fumbled open her bag from the side table and retrieved her cell. Highlighting the screen, her eyes widened when she saw four missed calls from Jo. But before she could even think of returning them, the vibrations began again and the smiling face of her friend filled the display.
“THANK GOD!” A voice huffed loudly as soon as she had answered, and Y/N furrowed her brow when she heard the tone.
“Jo?” she asked cautiously, moving slowly back into the living room, carefully carrying her glass of wine.
“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” the blonde scolded, and it caused her expression to morph into one of confusion. Why would she be feeling that way?
“Why, what’s happened?” Y/N asked, her frown deepening as she sunk into her sofa and placed her drink on the coffee table in front of her, sliding the chocolate alongside it.
“You! You happened! Are you home?” Joanna frantically asked, her voice a little squeaky thanks to her panic.
“Yeah, I’m safe,” she clarified, before leaning back against her cushions, her eyes staring upwards towards her ceiling. “…I did tell you that I was leaving.”
“I know, but I thought you would have rung Ash and let him drive you home!” her friend exclaimed, before talking again and not giving Y/N the chance to speak. “I know, stupid of me to think that with your fear and everything. But you weren’t answering your phone and it just made me anxious. Anything could have happened.”
“Yeah I just walked home, you know I prefer that,” she breathed, flexing her feet subconsciously before sighing. “Besides, I needed to clear my head. Then I had a shower as soon as I got home. I’m sorry to make you worry.”
“Did something happen in the–” Jo started, her voice now full of concern and she knew immediately where her friend’s mind was heading. That was a thought that she had to make the blonde curb immediately.
“–No nothing. I’m fine, trust me,” Y/N urged, her lips curving slightly again when the memory began to replay in her head. But it was then that she realised that Joanna was talking to her, and she was still at the event. Wasn’t that against the rules? “Wait…you shouldn’t have your phone.”
“I’m in the lobby. There’s a guard breathing down my neck to ensure I don’t leak any information,” she clarified, before making ‘shooing away’ sounds. Y/N could only imagine that she was giving the security a death glare. “So…did you enjoy…you know…it?”
That was the question she knew that was coming, considering Jo was the one that encouraged her to go for it. But still, she sighed out her answer, “Yeah?”
“You sound really unsure,” Joanna replied, curiosity lacing her tone.
“No the sex was…Jo it was incredible,” Y/N beamed, unable to stop herself from smiling whenever she recalled the memory in her mind. “I haven’t felt that good in so long. He just knewmy body, how is that even possible? I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You lucky son of a bitch,” the blonde laughed, causing her to join in, the sound infectious. “So,then what’s the problem?”
There it was, the lead ball of shame that squashed the slightest bit of happiness that dared to grow inside of her. “I…”
She couldn’t even let the words leave her mouth, her brain unable to form the explanation needed to try and make Joanna understand. Instead, she just focused on the fabric tassels of the blanket that hung over the back of her sofa, her concentration on that task leaving a long silence amongst friends.
“Y/N…”the blonde breathed down the line, “please don’t say it’s because of who it was with. You need to let it go. This was meant to be an unattached thing.”
“I know, Jo. I do, okay? I agreed to go, to let bygones be for the evening to enjoy myself,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she slid further down her sofa so she was now lying on her back. “But I feel so guilty, like I’ve defied my own beliefs. Like I’ve thrown away everything that I stand for. All for a long, toe curling fumble with a stranger.”
“Girl, you need to cut yourself some slack,” Joanna advised, her voice filled with warmth as she continued to talk. “You are one of the most hardworking people that I know, who is nothing like 95% of the people here. So what if you’ve enjoyed yourself for once? That’s okay!”
“Maybe,” Y/N sighed, bringing up her arm to rest over her forehead.
“If it helps, just think of the person as just a cock. He was just a singular, floating, rock hard cock,” the blonde stated, her words serious and clear as can be.
Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle, before letting out a low groan. “With hands that choked me, and a tongue that made me come so hard I nearly passed out?”
“Holy shit,” Jo breathed, and she nodded slowly, even though she knew her friend would be unable to see her. “Okay, I’m going to need all of those details.”
“When you get back, I’ll happily share with the class,” Y/N laughed. She could picture the blonde’s face, her mouth agape in shock while desperately wanting to hear the rest of the tale. “Go and enjoy the rest of the party.”
“Are you sure?” Jo pushed, and it caused Y/N to smile. It was sweet that she didn’t want to leave her alone, that she was even going to sacrifice her own enjoyment just for her. But there was no way in hell that she would allow that to happen. Joanna needed her fun too.
“Positive,” she clarified, her arm now off her head as her hand searched for the remote for the television, powering on the appliance.
“Alright. I’ll text you when I’m on the way back.”
After saying their goodbyes, Y/N hung up her phone and placed it on the table before opening up Netflix. She flicked through a couple of the series options available, wanting to find something binge worthy and easy to watch. Once settled, and with a new romantic drama started, she opened up the wrapper on her chocolate and began to relax, willing her mind to forget the events of tonight.
Except she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. Every time there was a longing glance between the main protagonists of the show, a near kiss, a forbidden touch; she was transported back to the darkened room with the man that has now apparently ruined her for all other males. Why could she not stop thinking about him? Why could she not get the time they spent together out of her head? Yes, it was good sex. Yes, she felt a connection but she is also a grown woman who doesn’t need the love of an elite. She was quite capable of being on her own, of supporting herself; the only thing she didn’t have was the sensational cock that filled her perfectly. But…that was what toys were for…right?
Fuck, she chastitsed herself, letting out a huff as she bit into another small square of chocolate. Is this how it’s going to be from this point forward? Everything reminding her of the three mind blowing orgasms he gave her?
“Don’t look at me like that,” Y/N murmured, squinting her eyes a little at Oldwin who lay with his paws dangling over his bed, the end of his tail flicking slightly as he stared her way. “You don’t have these problems.”
To that, he just let out a low meow, as if he was responding to her sentence. She just shook her head as a frustrated growl passed her lips. “I need to just forget all about it. It’s never going to happen again and it was with an elitist Oldwin, a man who thinks his actions don’t have consequences.”
She continued to rant at the feline who lay in front of the fire, unmoved by her ravings as he slowly stood and stretched his little body, shaking his back paws before he quickly trotted over towards her. Within moments, he had jumped up onto her lap, nudging his head against her chin in comfort and she couldn’t help but stroke him.
“Look at me now, this is the result of his action. I’m here, pining over a man who may as well be a shadow, mourning the loss of someone who apparently knew my body better than I do and what will he be doing?” she asked aloud, looking into the bright blue eyes of her ragdoll companion, “Drinking probably and moving onto the next hole.”
Taking a very deep breath, she let the air out through her nose in a long sigh. Her chest ached, an unknown feeling of sadness washing over her as she came to her final conclusion. “I’m better off pretending like it never happened.”
——————————————– Chapter Fifteen ——————————————– A/N: Its fine right? It’s allllllll fine. *nervous laugh* I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for reading! Tag list is open!
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Summary:Y/N was never a big fan of sailors, so when a ship full of them dock at the harbor in her town, she’s anything but happy. However, there is one in particular that is determined to prove to her that not all men of the sea are the same, and dedicates each day of his shore leave to the task of changing her mind. Will the green eyed sailor prove his point, or hers?
Rating:15+
Warnings: Fluff, just fluff. .
A/N: *sings* and now…the end is here. This is it guys, the last instalment of Hello, Sailor! Can you believe it? Thank you all so so much for reading it. It honestly means the absolute world. Could there be a sequel? Maybe. We’ll see how that goes. I have idea’s rattling in my head but nothing concrete as of yet. It all depends of if it’s something you want too! But honestly, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart. Love you guys! Hope you enjoy!
I also want to say a massive thank you to my bestie; @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. __________________________
A gentle breeze blew over the diner patio as Y/N wiped down a table that had just been vacated after the breakfast rush. As she leaned forward, sliding the cloth over the surface, the angel wing shell swung back and forth against her chest. The delicate object brushed against her skin and as she stood straight, her fingers came to hold on to it. A smile pulled at her lips as she stood underneath the sunshine, basking in the warmth the golden rays were providing as her mind wandered to the thought of Dean.
Her sailor.
The time they had spent apart had gone agonisingly slow, each day feeling like a week, each month feeling like a year as she waited for the day he would return. As promised though, he had been writing to her. A letter would land on her doormat nearly every day; his scruffy yet readable penmanship the instant indicator that it was from him. There were times when she felt low, her heart yearning for his love like a starving animal craved for a meal, so she would tear open the envelope and read it straight away. Others she waited, the paper burning a hole in her purse as she walked to the end of the docks, and leaned against the mooring post before she allowed herself to get lost in his adventures.
He would tell her tales of where he had been, what his days looked like upon the ship, and when she received the news that he had made the rank of Commander, her chest was fit to burst with pride. She knew she had made the right choice in encouraging him to follow his dream, even though she missed him more than she could possibly describe. Dean would also tell her how his crewmates constantly asked questions about his girl back on dry land. Although, he would never give them the full story as that was something private between the couple, but he would tell them how lucky he was that a woman like Y/N was his. It made her smile to know that he was proud of her, that she was someone who he held in such high regard even after months of being apart. It made her stomach swoop to know that she was in his thoughts everyday, that she was the soul he had chosen to give his heart to.
There had still been no news of when he would return, but the small flame of hope that flickered inside of her never waivered. She still trusted that he would come back, because for the past ten months he had kept his promise. Initially she had the fear that after a few weeks, he would stop writing to her and their journey together would have become a distant memory, a beautiful stamp in time that she could cherish. But that wasn’t to be as he hadn’t forgotten her, and he made sure to remind her of that as often as he could. At the end of every letter, he would always sign off in the exact same way. And no matter how many times she read the words, they alwaysbrought tears to her eyes.
Everyday I miss you more, and everyday I love you more.
Y/N couldn’t wait for when she would receive the news that he was coming back to her little town, that his ship would be docking in the harbor in front of The Daisy Chain. She had been saving up her vacation time for that exact moment, an agreement she had put in place with Donna and Jody. They were more than happy to agree to it, wanting the waitress to finally enjoy her life with a man who she loved. She was so grateful; it was just a waiting game to see when that would be.
The day was warm, and she had opted to wear a loose black and white polka dot sundress, its cotton light upon her body but still, she felt the heat. So, taking a deep breath, she picked up her wash bowl and cloth before she walked back into the diner, grateful for the air conditioning that cooled her skin. She smiled at the patrons that sat in their booths, greeting them with a cheery ‘good afternoon’ as she passed. Once she got to the counter, she lifted up the serving hatch before taking the dirty dishes into the kitchen. She was about to fill the dishwasher, when the sound of her boss caused her to stop.
“Hey sweetie?” It was Jody, and she came to stand by her side with a clipboard in hand. “Could you come and help me in the back? We’ve had a delivery and I just need to count everything before we move it into here.”
“Of course,” Y/N agreed without hesitation, leaving the job she was doing to follow in her friend’s footsteps as she led her towards the rear of the establishment. It didn’t take long to get there and as she walked into the room, the metal shutter open due to the truck that brought the stock was parked, her eyes grew wide. “That is a lot of potatoes.”
At first she thought her eyes were deceiving her, but everywhere she looked there were sacks and sacks of the root vegetable. Carrots, green beans and things such as bread rolls were also mixed in but they were few and far between. Slowly her hands came to rest upon her hips as she took in the whole scene in front of her.
Jody just slowly nodded at her reaction, a little chuckle passing her lips as she looked down at the order form and then back to what surrounded them. “I think Rufus went a bit overboard, hence me needing your help.”
“You’re not kidding,” Y/N laughed before moving across the floor to start sorting, but her boss stopped her in her tracks, handing off the clipboard and pen.
“Can you make the notes?” Jody asked her kindly, “I only have one pair of protective gloves so would prefer to do the heavy lifting myself.”
“That’s fine,” she agreed, although she felt bad that her friend was going to be doing all the work.
It took a couple of hours for them to sort through everything that had been delivered, with Y/N offering a few times to swap roles so she could do her fair share, but Jody constantly refused. As they neared the end, her boss heaving a sack of potatoes back onto the truck, the door that led back into the diner opened to reveal Donna, a bright and infectious smile on her face.
Without explanation, she nodded towards Jody before she traversed the stock to get to Y/N’s side, her fingers combing through the waitress’s hair. The blonde moved a few wayward strands, tucked the rest behind one ear before cupping her cheeks, all while ignoring the confused expression that Y/N was wearing.
“Beautiful,” Donna gushed, before she grabbed the clipboard out of the grasp of the bewildered help and passed it to Jody.
“Thank you?” Y/N replied, her brows furrowed as she tried to work out the behaviour of her bosses.
But before she could question it, the blonde grabbed her by the hand and began to pull her back into the main area of the diner while muttering, “Come with me.”
Of course she did as she was told, and tried her hardest to keep in step with the woman whose grip was tight on her fingers. Their heels echoed loudly over the wooden floors, causing all the customers of The Daisy Chain to focus on the pair as they weaved their way through the tables. Her dress was floating behind her due to the speed she was currently walking. She had tried to ask just what the rush was, but she was met with Donna’s hushing before she bundled her out of the front doors and onto the harbor.
Before Y/N could react, the blonde’s hands had grabbed tightly onto the tops of her arms and twisted her attention towards the bay. That was when she saw it. The large ship that had docked on the bay, the vessel that struck a perfect resemblance to the one that Dean was stationed on. Her stomach churned, her heart pounding hard against her ribs, her palms growing sweaty as her fingers came to clasp the angel wing that hung around her neck.
“Is that…” she breathed softly, her trembling legs carrying her a few steps further out onto the docks so she could get a clearer view.
She didn’t want to get her hopes up, didn’t want to experience the excitement of being able to see her Dean again only to be let down if it wasn’t. She felt like she was holding her breath, her grip tight on the shell he had bought her as her eyes frantically scanned through the growing crowd for the name of the ship. It was almost as if everything was happening in slow motion and she couldn’t get time to move as quickly as she would like. But soon, there was a clear break in the sea of people and her gaze landed on bold black letters. USS Anzio.
“But he didn’t-” Y/N started, her voice starting to tremble with the overflowing wave of emotion that was flooding her. He hadn’t told her he was coming, and had said that it could be another month before he arrived back in her town. It was then that her eyebrows began to knit together, and she turned to Donna who was still standing behind her, “How did you–”
Her query was interrupted by the blonde passing over a letter, and immediately the waitress identified the penmanship as Dean’s, “He wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Oh my god,” she whispered, a tear falling onto her cheek as she read the words her sailor had written. They were full of nothing but love and adoration for her, and he wanted his return to be a secret so she wouldn’t worry about his voyage back home into her arms.
“Go get him, sugar,” Donna encouraged her, taking the letter from her hands before giving her a gentle nudge forward.
Y/N didn’t have to be told twice, so she ran as fast as her legs would allow, praying that her feet wouldn’t fail her while she weaved through waiting families. From what she could see, the ramp had already been lowered meaning sailors must have started to come ashore. It was then that she saw the uniforms, men embracing their lovers, their children, their friends. Her heart was still pounding, her chest still heaving with each anxious breath she took as she desperately searched for her man, for the soul that made her complete.
The seconds felt like minutes, and the anxious pit in her stomach was bubbling as she had yet to find Dean. She was having a hard time locating him, deception lurking at every turn due to the clothes the men of the sea were wearing. But he was a Commander now, he should be easily identifiable so why could she not spot him in this ever growing crowd?
She was just about to panic, about to open the door to her fear that maybe something could have happened to him on his way here, when two large palms rested on her hips from behind. Just like that, she was no longer frightened that he hadn’t returned. No longer scared that he was in harm’s way, because two deep and husky words were spoken as soon as she felt that contact, blanketing her in the comfort she sought.
“Hey Sparky.”
Immediately, she turned around in his hold, her heart ready to burst out of her chest as she saw the familiar emerald orbs looking straight at her. The corner of Dean’s eyes crinkled as he smiled wide and bright. He looked a little more tanned from his time at sea causing his freckles to stand out a little more than she remembered. It was his fingers stroking her cheek that brought her out of her trance, his touch delicate, his thumb tenderly caressing her skin as if he was testing that this moment was as real as he hoped.
She couldn’t wait any longer, it had already been ten months without him. So without hesitation, Y/N rolled onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck, throwing herself against his body in excitement and wanting. Automatically he tightened his hold on her before he lifted his girl from the floor, their noses tenderly nudging against each other as they both wore their happiness with pride. That was when her lips found his, kissing him with all the love she could muster. Dean Winchester was home, he was safe and he had returned to her just like he had promised.
With reluctance, she pulled back from him to look into his eyes once more, her hands now cupping his slightly stubbled cheeks as he gently lowered her back to the ground. They didn’t part though, their foreheads remained connected as he pulled her body tight against his. That was the moment she finally found the courage to speak, that she was able to trust that her words would not fail her in a breath of overwhelming emotion, to greet her man that had been away for so long.
“Hello, Sailor.”
——————————————– THE END ——————————————– A/N: And so it’s done. Did you like it? Please, please,let me know what you think if and when you have time.
Much love to you all!
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Summary:Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.
Rating:18+
Warnings: NSFW, slow burn, swearing, kissing, Dom/Sub themes, finger fucking, praise kink, [SPOILERS] angst, arguments, worry *Tabby is in a cave now*
A/N: Guys, I am so so so sorry this is a day late. I got struck down with the biggest amount of writers block this week and no matter what I wrote, it wasn’t good enough for you guys, or myself, or this story. I have rewritten and deleted, and wrote again a few times now before I feel like it was okay. Chapter 18 has finally gone live on patreon which means I can post 13 here! and I can only hope that you will enjoy this chapter. Thank you so much for your love, and for reading <3
I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Love you <3 __________________________
Dean’s mind was spinning; his chest heaving as he came down from his post orgasmic high. He had just experienced the best sex that he had ever had, felt a connection he had never encountered before, and it was all with a stranger at his own party. However, his heart was still very much in his throat as he was propped up on his elbow, resting on his side while his fingers stroked up and down her soft skin. Her shaky breathing and soft gasps were the only sounds filling the silence. Was she who he suspected her to be?
When he began to undress her, he couldn’t help but hesitate slightly when he felt the material of her dress. The fabric was silk; the exact same the woman in red was wearing, the woman that had enchanted him from the moment his eyes had laid upon her. He knew it was a long shot, knowing that there may also be another woman, or two, wearing this exact same type of cloth but in the deepest, darkest parts of him, he hoped it was her.
“So what happens now?” Her soft question broke him out of his thoughts, her voice sounding like smooth honey as it filtered into his ears. It warmed him, his cock already twitching once more upon the sound of it.
“What do you mean?” Dean questioned, flattening his hand against her stomach as he waited for her to reply.
“Well I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted, and even though there was no way she could see his expression, his eyebrows still shot up to meet his hairline.
“Could have fooled me,” he chuckled low. Without the confession, he would never have believed that was her first time in a Lights Out chamber. She seemed so experienced, so confident; it made him all the more attracted to the enigma beside him. “What would you like to happen?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice a little unsure as her body slightly moved beneath his palm. She was squirming against him, and that only caused him to smirk.
She wanted more.
Hesitantly, and cautiously, he began to trail his touch to just below her navel, his pinky close to her mound. Dean was testing her boundaries, seeing if it was okay to continue. He had known her for less than twenty four hours, and already he was addicted to the way he had made him feel; to the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. She was like a sweet narcotic that he was unable to give up, that had him hooked after the first pill, and when she let out a small whimper in response to him, he took that as his cue to move lower.
His fingers dipped back into her core, and he couldn’t help but let out a small growl at how wet she still was; all for him. She had made the sweetest noises when he brought her to the edge before, and he couldn’t wait to hear them again. So he found her swollen nub and began to slowly tease it, rubbing in small circles as he lowered his head hesitantly, his lips finding the curve of her neck. It was then that he kissed her, working her body towards another wave of pleasure as he slipped two of his thick digits inside of her. The woman beside him mewled, gasped and whined as he nipped at her skin, as he pushed her further and further towards her next orgasm. He wanted to record these sounds, wanted to remember this woman and relive this experience over and over again.
Dean had always been a giver when it came to sex, had always enjoyed bringing his women to their own form of delirium over and over again. He found satisfaction in it, his chest swelling with pride when they screamed his name, clawed at his back and cried out for a power mightier than him. But with her, it was different. He found he wanted to do it not because of the gratification he felt, but because of how he craved to hear her voice. Her moans were like liquid ecstasy; drops of rain teasing a drought plagued land.
But he didn’t want her to come just yet. No, he wanted to savor the moment, wanted to tease and build upon the sweet foundations he had already laid down. So he continued to kiss her, his tongue teasing paths up to her jawline as his body half hovered over hers. He felt how one of her breasts brushed against him as she panted, fuck if it didn’t make him want to roll on top of her and lose himself inside of her again. That’s when his mind wandered to the thought of entering her bareback, and like a horny teenager, he nearly came from the mere idea. His kisses then found the corner of her mouth, before he covered her lips with his completely, swallowing down every whimper as he ramped up his rhythm. It didn’t take too long of him doing that to push her over the edge, her hand now gripping his as he lazily fucked her with her fingers, helping her to ride through her orgasm.
“Good girl,” Dean praised from above her, and the long satisfied whine that left her was enough to make his chest ache with contentment.
He withdrew his digits before rolling onto his back, feeling as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. In this room, he wasn’t Dean Winchester. He wasn’t the son of the most elite family in the valley, wasn’t the playboy everyone made him out to be; he wasn’t pretending to be someone he was not. He was himself, a soul who he hadn’t seen in so long, and it felt damn near freeing.
Even the fact that this woman beside him wasn’t asking questions was refreshing. She had no desire to find out who he was, and even though that was the point of the event and these rooms, it was still something that tended to nearly always happen. They always wanted to know who had been so kinky as to try one of these chambers out, or who it was that perhaps enjoyed a particular sexual act. Some used it as leverage, others to seek out partners for affairs once the party was over but whoever she was, had no intention of doing anything. Not unlike who he’s being made to masquerade around with. Bela Talbot.
Fuck. Bela.
Dean had completely and utterly forgotten about her. The idea of having to face that shitstorm was making him want to stay inside of this chamber for the rest of the event, but he knew that couldn’t happen. He was going to have to defuse that bomb and somehow still try and keep the peace between everyone. How? He had no idea but he would work something out, he always did. Besides, she did tell him to go to room six and that is exactly what he had done. It wasn’t his fault that someone was already inside this room.
That’s a weak excuse to stand on and you know it, he thought. Truthfully, it was. He didn’t have to sleep with this addictive stranger, and the fact that he had done that while knowing he should have been with the brunette spoke volumes.
Pulling off his mask, he rubbed at his eyes as he tried to stop his mind from whirring. He so desperately wanted to give into his body, to relax into the mattress beneath him while idly talking to the woman who he felt so strangely comfortable with. Yet the idea of his father storming about on the floor above him, with his distant cousin lapping at his heel as they searched for the host, paired with the no doubt fuming face of Bela, prevented him from doing that.
Wanting to make the most of the time he did have however, Dean rolled onto his side again to reach out for the woman who he was sharing the darkness with, only to be met with the warm sheets of the bed. He panicked, his hand patting further and further away from him as he searched for the body that had pleasured him just moments ago. It was then that he heard the rustling of clothes, and his stomach churned. He needed to know who she was; not for any business purposes, or for even further sexual favors, but for her company.
Fuck, he was just like the others, wasn’t he?
That thought alone stopped him from opening his mouth, from preventing her from leaving him naked on the bed. It was her prerogative to slip out without revealing who she was, and he knew that. But this was the first time in his life where he had felt truly connected to somebody. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was because they were sharing this blackened space…maybe he was overthinking it.
It wasn’t until he heard the sound of the door opening did he move to sit up straighter, feeling a heavy weight pull at his chest. He couldn’t believe he was feeling sad about an unknown person leaving him after an hour of amazing sex. They had no ties to each other, no obligations, so why the hell was he sitting there with a dejected ball of emotion settling deep within his stomach? Before he could even question it however, the answer revealed itself. Through the now open doorway, Dean saw a small beam illuminate part of the hallway from Evan’s flashlight which in turn, helped to reveal part of the woman who he had devoured moments before. The red dress. It was her.
“Hey, wait!” Dean shouted, rushing from the bed before placing his hands out in front of him, not wanting to bump into anything and stumble. But she didn’t wait, even though she hesitated for a split second, she was soon out of his sight. “Shit!”
He needed to find his clothes, and fast. Stumbling around the space, he found the swing and blindly bent down to the floor, using his fingers to feel around for the material he was searching for. It felt like he was trying to complete a damn rubix cube; how the hell was this so complicated? How the hell did shemanage to find her dress and get ready so easily?! Every second that passed was one too long. He had to find her, had to work out who she was in order to calm the unruly curious storm that was surging inside of him.
Finally, after what felt like forever, Dean was dressed back in his suit; although whether it was inside out or not was another issue, and something he would sort when in more adequate lighting. He rushed out of the room as fast as his legs would take him, his fingers still doing up the buttons on his white shirt as he came face to face with the security guard who shone his light in the host’s direction.
“Evan, where did she go?!” Dean demanded, sliding his arms back into his suit jacket as he frantically looked up and down the dimly lit hallways.
“Who?” The question was paired with the flashlight being aimed into the host’s face, the security guard wearing a bemused expression as he saw how flustered the man before him was.
“The woman in the red dress,” Dean urged, his tone quite snappy as he ran his fingers through his dishevelled hair. “She came out of room six moments ago.”
“Towards the stairs on the right,” Evan quickly answered, pointing that way before his smirk grew wide. “Wanting a stiff drink after what you did to her no doubt.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Dean muttered, slapping the security guard on the shoulder quickly before he half jogged down the corridor.
Hehad to find her, and he could only pray that she hadn’t gone too far. Of course, he had no idea what he was going to say to her, but if he could just get a name, a place of employment; something which meant she wouldn’t be out of his life for good, then at least he would be able to sleep tonight. Without a piece of information however, he knew trying to locate her, or at least finding out who she was, would be like looking for a needle in a very large and complicated haystack.
His feet found the staircase that led back up to the main hall, his grip tight on the rail to help him take the steps two at a time, when a hand wrapped around his wrist. It yanked at him with force which caused him to stumble back slightly as an angry voice sounded from behind him. “Where the hellwere you?!”
Turning around, his gaze fell upon the brunette who he was supposed to be sharing one of the chambers with. Fuck. “Bela, I don’t have time for this.”
“Then make some!” She shouted, stomping one of her feet as her balled up fists thrusted downwards at her sides. “I have been waiting for you in that room for ages and yo–” She cut off her own words as her gaze took in his less than tidy appearance, her focus on his neck, “-wait, why is your bow tie undone?”
“I–” Dean started, not really wanting to choose this exact moment to explain that he had no interest in her whatsoever and that he, instead, was more infatuated with a woman whom he only knew wore a red dress, and gave him the most mind blowing head ever.
“-Oh my god,” Bela gasped, her fingers coming to cover her mouth partially. “You had sex with someone else didn’t you?!” Her voice was raised, and it caused the people around them to stare in their general direction.
At first he wasn’t too bothered, knowing that he had half of his face hidden by his masquerade mask meaning that his identity was secret. That was, until he remembered he took it off on the bed in room six, and in his haste to chase after the enchantress, he had completely forgotten to put it back on. Great. Fucking great.
“Look I don’t want to get into this now,” Dean stated, trying to stay as calm as possible as to not escalate this situation any further. “I need to-”
“-I can’t believe you!” Bela shrieked, slapping her hand hard against his chest as she continued to fume. “I told you I would be in room six and you deliberately chose to go somewhere else.”
The green-eyed host thought he had a lot of patience; he had been tested many times in his life by numerous different circumstances and he had always managed to stay calm. But right then, while he felt the burning eyes of many on his back, and the judgmental stare from the woman in front of him, his restraint was wearing very thin.
“I DID go to room six!” Dean snapped, taking a step down the stairs towards her as he gestured down the hallway towards the chambers. “I followed your instructions to the letter and you weren’t there. That’s NOT on me.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense!” she argued, shaking her head as she continued to scowl. He didn’t need to see her without her mask to know she was making that expression; the way her nose was crinkling and mouth hung slightly agape told him that.
“Then take it up with Evan. I was where I was supposed to be,” he argued, his tone dominant and sharp as he held his ground. All the while in the back of his head, he knew he was running out of time to find the woman in the red dress. What if she changes? What if she leaves?
What if? What if? What if?
“But the fact still stands that you stuck your cock into someone else!” the brunette cried, and that was the moment that Dean decided that he’d had enough. He couldn’t stand living in this veil of deception any longer and hell, the opportunity had presented itself.
“So fucking what, Bela!” he spat, not caring that he had dropped her name, nor that his gruff voice had reverberated off the walls around them. He had a point that he needed to make. “We aren’t exclusive, we never havebeen exclusive!”
“That’s a lie!” she fired back, a nervous laugh leaving her as she looked around, almost as if she was waiting for backup that was never going to arrive. But her words only infuriated him further, causing a fiery rage he hadn’t felt in a long time erupt within the very core with him, and burst out of his mouth.
“I DON’T LIE!” Dean roared, his expression darkening as she flinched back away from him. It caused him to lower his tone slightly, giving him the pause needed to take a deep breath. “Tell me when that happened?! Because if I remember correctly, you just assumed that of us, and took advantage of the fact that I just fuck you whenever I feel like it.” Even though he wasn’t shouting, his words were still sharp, his delivery of them cutting through her facade like paper. “Newsflash Bela, you’re just my go to for whenever I need a good lay, nothingelse.”
“De-” Her eyes were glazed over, her hand now resting on her chest as she shrunk into herself. That was when he knew he had gone a little too far, allowing all of his frustrations to form the bullet he just shot straight at the brunette.
“-Look, I’m sorry, alright? But you knew whatever was between us was justsex. I never wanted anything more from you, and I never will. I’m not doing this anymore,” he informed her, stern and precise before he began to turn away. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
“You’ll regret this!” Bela shouted after him, as he began to take the steps at a hurried pace, not caring about the spectacle he had just created on the floor of the Lights Out chambers.
“I really don’t care,” Dean admitted, stopping momentarily to look back at her. “You want some honest advice? You could do a lot more with your life if you really tried to. You don’t need to rely on your fathers money for everything.”
“Fuck you,” she hissed, staring him down with fury alight in her eyes. To that, he just smiled before letting out a slow and long breath.
“Enjoy the rest of the party, Bela.”
Dean left her standing at the bottom of the staircase as he rushed to get to the main floor, not caring about the problem he knew he had created. There would be repercussions for his actions, that much he knew for certain, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be with Bela in the first place, and it wasn’t right for him to string her along in an attempt to keep everyone happy when his heart truly wasn’t in it in the first place. But all of that worry and stress would have to wait for later. Right now, his priority was finding his enigma, his enchantress; the woman who made him feel more like himself than he ever thought possible.
He rushed along the corridor, glancing in every tight space, looking behind every door and in each hidden corner he could find. So far, there was no sight of her and it only made his stomach tighten. His last hope would be that she was in the main hall, back at the bar with a glass of alcohol like Evan had originally suggested. So he ran, carefully rushing past guests who were travelling in the opposite direction, being mindful to not bump into them or spill their drinks. Unfortunately, however, there was one person who stepped out at the wrong time and his shoulder sent their whiskey spilling to the floor.
“Woah brother,” the southern accent sounded, and as Dean quickly looked at the face of his victim, he realised he had quite literally ran into Benny. His friend’s once happy expression was now morphing into one of worry as he hesitantly came to rest a hand upon the host’s shoulder. “Everything okay? Where’s your mask?”
“Have you seen the woman in the red dress?” Dean quickly blurted out, his eyes scanning behind and around him as his heart thudded inside his chest.
“You didn’t end up talking to her?” Benny questioned, frowning a little when he took a note of how the man in front of him was acting.
Dean could only huff a quick breath, his eyebrows raising slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, “I’ve done a lot more than that.”
“What?” Benny guffawed, before steeling himself by pursing his lips together. Still, he couldn’t help but whisper his next question, stepping a little closer as to not make it widely known knowledge. “De, you sleptwith her?”
“Look I’ll tell you everything later but right now, I need to find her,” Dean stated urgently, his attention still very much on the crowd as he rolled to his tiptoes, hoping the extra inch would help locate this woman. “I still have no idea who she is, or where she’s from and there was this…” he sighed, fighting the temptation to tell his friend he felt a connection unlike any other, “…doesn’t matter, I just want to find her okay?”
The urgency in Dean’s tone was enough to convince his friend, and when a waiter walked by with an empty tray, Benny was quick to place his empty glass upon it. “Alright, boss. I’ll start lookin’. I’ll take her for a drink if I locate her.”
With a pat on Dean’s shoulder, his cajun friend blended into the crowd in the opposite direction to him. A sigh of little relief left his lips; he was just glad to have someone who he could trust, who didn’t question his actions or motives, on his side. Without wasting another minute, the host quickly moved through the sea of people that surrounded him, his eyes scanning every available body and corner that they could. He glanced over towards the bar, his heart plummeting to his stomach when he realised she wasn’t there. He needed a better vantage point, needed to get higher so he could look out over the whole of the room.
Without hesitation, he moved towards the staircase that led to the upper floors of his home, the steps that were sectioned off with a rope and security to ensure no-one could pass them. As he climbed, one of the guards nodded towards him in acknowledgement before he removed the barrier to let him pass. That was when Dean turned around, his hands by his sides as he surveyed the party from an angle only he could use. Yet all he saw was an ocean of black and white, pawns on a chessboard that didn’t even realise they were being played by something that was much bigger than they were. A colorless scene filled with fake personas and unspoken debts.
There was not a single red dress amongst them.
——————————————– Chapter Fourteen ——————————————– A/N: *tabby hides now* Please do not shout…remember the slow burns lol. Tag list is open!
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