Summary: Sam Wesson has been wrongfully accused of murdering his college roommate. Convicted and sentenced to life without parole, he is on his way to prison when the transport van crashes, presenting him with a chance to escape. Desperate for freedom, he goes on the run. He vows that he will do whatever he has to do to stay out of prison. US Marshal Dean Winchester is on his trail. His job is simple: capture Sam and bring him back to prison. At least it started out as simple. But two unexpected things happen: he becomes attracted to the fugitive and he begins to suspect that Sam is innocent. In a clash between desire and duty, which side will win?
Summary:You’re always waiting. Waiting on something or someone else to decide how you’re going to feel, what you’re going to do. Fuck, you’re so sick of waiting.
Rating:15+
Pairing:Dean x Reader // Dean x Jo
Tags:Cheating, affair, major angst, age gap, mentions of smut, heartbreak, break up
A/Ns:I’ve once again written a fic based on the song Illicit Affairs by Taylor Swift because it’s a stunning song and it gives me endless inspiration for angsty fics! Hope you enjoy the heartache!
This fic was posted 4 weeks ago on my website and Patreon - link in my bio to find out more!
“What the actual fuck am I doing?” You slam on the brakes of your car, stopping still in the middle of the country back road, your headlights pooling in front of you, illuminating the empty path ahead and trees surrounding you. You’d not been expecting to come to this realisation right here and now, almost at your destination. “What the actual fuck am I doing?!” You repeat out loud to yourself, looking around your car.
It’s almost two A.M. You’d previously been wrapped up in bed, a hot water bottle strapped to your stomach as you willed your period to arrive so you could get it over with. But just like everything else in your life it has been keeping you waiting. You’re always waiting. Waiting on something or someone else to decide how you’re going to feel, what you’re going to do. Fuck, you’re so sick of waiting.And your period hadn’t been the only thing you’d been waiting on. You’re ashamed to admit it, but it’s true. You’d laid there, constantly lifting your phone off of the nightstand, tilting the bright screen towards you to check you’d not missed the sound of a notification.
Warnings: Other than the obvious, Dubcon for John unaware it’s Dean.
Sunmary: During a hunt in Memphis back in 2002, Dean dips out on John to scratch an itch. When John shows up at the same bar with the same itch, Dean’s all too happy to keep this scathing little secret to himself.
Summary: During their semester abroad in Costa Rica, Sam and Dean finally give Jess what she’s been begging for, in exchange for consenting to something they want.
Summary: Dean Winchester is thirty-eight and the stepdad of her best friend Ben. He’s caring, goofy, dorky, sexy and has a deep soothing voice. She wants him so bad, but he is more than a decade older than her. The thing is, she knows he wants her too but he’s holding himself back. How far can she take it until he caves? — Or the one where Dean tries to resist but fails miserably.
Chapter Warnings: NSFW…the filth continues. Slight angst too, because Dean’s feelings are all over the place - but hers are too, so.
Dean hums. He feels a tingle traveling up his spine, a sensation that makes his toe curl in the best possible way. He blinks his eyes open, and looks down at what causes the warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He blinks again, eyelids opening and closing in quick succession, head shaking slightly because he just can’t fucking believe what he sees.
Between his thighs, Y/N looks up at him with hooded lids. The fingers of one of her hands are wrapped around his rigid shaft, pumping it up and down while she licks and sucks at his balls.
Fuck.
Suddenly, last night’s shenanigans come flooding into his brain, and he’s well aware that they’re both butt naked. After the incredible sex, they got into the shower to clean themselves up, but he ended up eating her out under the warm spray and took her a second time, fucking her right against the shower tiles. He cleaned her up again once they found their way back into bed, licked at her sensitive cunt until she came on his tongue, and begged for him to stop.
Dean’s dick twitches in her grip when he thinks back. Now that he’s had a taste, he definitely cannot get enough of her, and it makes hope bloom in his heart to know that she seems to be thinking the same.
“Y/N, baby,” he croaks out, sucking in a breath as she licks up his shaft and swirls her tongue around the head of his dick, tongue dipping into the oozing slit. “Fuuuuuck, you’re insatiable.”
“Mmmh,” she hums with her mouth full of his cock, bobbing her head up and down before she sucks at the tip. She hollows out her mouth, letting his dick bounce out with a pop before licking her lip and fucking smiles.
Shit. He’s so fucking gone on her.
“You love it,” Y/N says, pumping his cock with her hand before gripping it at the base then opening her mouth to slap it against her outstretched tongue.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he growls. “Of course I love it.” Because I love you. He wants to add, but doesn’t. “Look at you, fucking naughty girl, baby. Sucking me off when I’m still sleeping. Can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” She swallows him down again, causing him to choke on his own saliva. Dean bucks his hips involuntarily, driving his dick further into her warm and wet mouth, making her gag around his girth.
Y/N pulls away then, coughing but she’s right on him again, bobbing her head while she cradles his sac between her nimble fingers, massaging them gently.
“Come up here,” he gestures with his hands, and she lets go of him with another pop before brushing away the drool around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her other hand is still pumping his dick steadily, and as soon as she’s in reach, Dean pulls her closer and kisses her roughly, tongue infiltrating her mouth, sucking his own taste off her lips. “Straddle my chest backwards,” he commands. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes when she registers what he wants to do. Hell, he’s hungry for her pussy too.
Y/N throws her legs over his torso, and soon enough her mouth is back on his cock, slurping up the excess drool that’s running down his shaft.
“Back up, baby, wanna have my breakfast too.”
She hums around his dick, knees shuffling back cautiously until his nose bumps against her soaking slit. Dean inhales deeply, groaning as the scent of her arousal hits him. His mouth waters at the sight.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re soaked.”
“Mmmhh,” she hums in response.
“All this from sucking my cock?” His fingers start to massage her tiny bud before dipping into her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, it’s the fucking best thing ever.
She’s bobbing her head, impaling her face on his thick cock, the gluck gluck sound loud in the room as the tip of his dick hits the back of her throat. Dean’s working his tongue too, swiping it through her slit, sucking the little bundle of nerves into his mouth and tickling it with the tip of his tongue while two of his fingers find their way inside her slick heat. Y/N becomes so much wetter now, her arousal running down from his fingers to his wrist.
He gets her to moan when he hits a particularly good spot inside her. Dean rubs at it, humming with his mouth full of her pussy. It’s not the best position to eat her out, but god, it’s still so fucking good.
“Come, Y/N, I want you to come all over my face,” he rasps, head surging forward again to suck at her clit while he still finger fucks her.
There’s a squeal when she comes, pausing briefly to catch her breath from sucking him off while her cunt contracts around his fingers and her juice practically drips down onto his face. He eagerly laps at her pussy, pulls his fingers out to be able to drink her in properly.
“Fuck,” she giggles after she’s come, starts to spread little kisses up and down his shaft. “That was so good.”
“Yeah?” He smacks his lips before licking them clean.
“Yeah.”
And then she’s already back around his dick, going down on him so deep his balls draw up from sheer pressure.
“Holy– fuck, Y/N!” His hand shoots down to the nape of her neck, pinning her down while he thrusts his hips up to get her to take him deeper and stays there for a couple of seconds. “God, you’re going to make me come, baby.”
There’s resistance against his palm and Dean lets her come up for air, his other hand still rubbing lazy circles around her clit, thumb dipping into her pussy occasionally. It gets her to mewl so sweet, it certainly keeps him going.
“Come, Dean, wanna taste you,” she breathes airily, before swallowing him down again. Y/N takes him so deep, her throat making a sound every time he hits it.
Fuck, he didn’t really need an invitation to do it but hearing those dirty words coming out of her mouth makes him shudder. He growls deep when he comes, pushes his hips up in order to be able to bury his dick as far inside her mouth as it would go while spilling hotly into her throat. “Oh, fucking fuck!” He curses while his hips spasm. His thighs are trembling, and he swears he sees fucking stars.
She coughs when she pulls away and then she climbs off him, sits up and brushes at the tears at the corner of her eyes. She’s still smiling, though, and he really would love to take a picture of her right now, so debauched and awfully sexy – it nearly gets him going again. It’s like his dick didn’t get the memo that he’s not a fucking teenager anymore.
Sitting up on her knees, she scoots up to him, and as soon as she’s close enough, Dean pulls her in for a heated kiss. His taste is strong on her tongue, which doesn’t really bother him at all because, under all these layers of his heady taste, there’s still something that’s just… her, and that’s what he’s after, chasing the taste in her mouth and sucking it off her tongue.
Y/N giggles when he starts to kiss down her neck, his stubble probably tickles her. “Dean.”
“Hhm?” He whispers against the skin he’s nibbling at.
“I have an interview at nine.”
His eyes widen at that, “Shit, what time is it?”
In their haste, he has forgotten to set his alarm but judging by the light filtering through his windows, it’s past his usual waking up time.
“It’s almost eight.”
“Fuck,” he mumbles against her skin and can’t resist sucking at her flesh one more time.
“That’d be nice, but not now.” She laughs softly before pushing away from him in order to get off the bed. Y/N picks up her clothes strewn across the floor, and Dean enjoys the view. “I’ll be home around lunch time,” she says before slipping out of the door, leaving him to process what happened during the last twenty-four hours.
Groaning, he rubs his hands over his face, the heady scent of her still clinging to his fingers. Shit. He just fucked his son’s girlfriend. There’s probably a special place in hell for him. Especially because he doesn’t regret it, and he’s absolutely not opposed to doing it again. Doing her again. And again. And again.
With a grunt, Dean pushes himself off the bed and gets into the shower. He should get going too, he’s sure Benny will give him an earful if he is late.
*
“I’m taking half a day off,” is what Dean greets his employee with as soon as he arrives at work just in time for Benny’s third coffee break.
The other man eyes him suspiciously while taking a sip from his mug. He swallows before he speaks. “You okay, brother? You sick or somethin’?”
Dean draws his head back, blinks in confusion, “What?”
Benny shrugs, “You never take days off.”
“Yeah, well, I need half a day today.”
“Why?”
He thinks about Y/N, how he really wanted to spend more time with her, thinks about her smile and her laugh, and her fucking tits and her tight pussy and her—
“—You’re smirking.” His friend interrupts Dean’s thoughts rather abruptly. It aggravates him a little.
“Shut up,” he grumbles and pushes past his friend into his office.
*
Y/N is standing at the stove when Dean arrives home just after 1 PM. She’s still wearing a white blouse which is neatly tucked into her black pencil skirt while her feet are bare, her heels abandoned by the door. The outfit is probably her interview attire, and fuck, if he would have to interview her, he would not be able to concentrate.
The senses are coming back to him in a rush. There’s the smell of something delicious lingering in the air. He really, really could eat her alive.
She’s stirring a wooden spoon around in a big pot before scooping up a little of what she’s cooked then bringing it to her lips for a taste. Humming contently, she abandons the spoon on the top of the pot and washes her hands before drying them off on the dishtowel.
When she’s turning around and notices him, she smiles. “Hey.”
Dean cannot quite speak yet, he’s too overwhelmed by the sight, the smell, and the fucking view.
“I hope you’re hungry, I made chili,” she goes on, wringing her hands in front of her.
Fuck it. Seriously. Fuck. It. He came home with the intention to talk to her first, desperate to know where he stands and where they will go from here. Because he’s still a decent man, a dick most of the time, but still decent. However, he was not prepared to come home to her like this, so yeah— fuck it.
He crosses the distance between them in no time, and is thankful that she made chili, because at least that can be left to stew on the stove for quite a while. He’s not ready to eat yet.
Cradling her face between his big palms, Dean presses his lips to hers, kisses her with a certain want and a need he rarely feels in himself. His one hand goes back to the nape of her neck in order to angle her better, to be able to press her closer to him. Her hands fist in his shirt before they go lower, and suddenly, he feels her fingers brushing against his bare stomach, having sneaked them under his clothing. She goes further down, nails scraping at the elastic of his underwear until she can slip inside and wrap her hand around his growing cock.
He bites down on her lips at the touch, causing her to gasp into his mouth. Dean sucks the lip in to soothe the pain before pulling away slightly. He leaves his forehead pressed to hers, both of them breathing hard.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he shudders, when her thumb brushes over the slit on the tip of his cock, the finger of one of his free hands trailing down her blouse until he rubs at the peaking nipples through her shirt. “Can the food wait?”
She grins when she bites down on her bottom lip, “Yeah, it can wait.”
Immediately, he kisses her again and she walks him backwards, pushing him out of the kitchen until they’re in the hallway, her hand still steadily pumping him.
Dean growls before pinning her to the wall right by the stairs. Jesus, he’s too fucking impatient. With one quick turn, he has her chest pressed against the wall while his forearm is holding her in place. His other hand makes quick work of her skirt, fingers finding the clothing, gripping it tight, and pulling it up her pretty ass until it’s bunched around her waist. He drops his hand to her pussy, grunts when he finds no barrier.
“Fuck, Y/N, no underwear?”
“No.”
His palm connects with the skin of her ass cheek, causing her to gasp at the sharp sting. “Fucking naughty girl.”
“Uh-huh,” she breathes out, arching her back to wriggle her ass against his bulge.
“You planned this, didn’t you?”
“Maybe?”
Dean chuckles when he leans closer, grinding his dick against her ass some more, making her feel exactly how hard she makes him. Make her feel how much he fucking wants her. “Fucking tease.” He slaps down on her luscious bottom once more before his hand finds a way in between her thighs, brushing his fingers along her soaked slit.
“You love it,” she gasps when he rubs circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Damn right, I do.”
Pulling his hand away, he hears her whimper. It makes him chuckle again. Stepping back a foot, he works on his pants and lowers them enough to release his hard cock with one hand while he still has her pinned with his other arm. Spitting into his hand, Dean pumps himself a couple of times before he holds his dick by the base and steps closer to her again, sliding the tip of his cock through her slick pussy.
She moans, “Dean.”
“I got you, baby.”
On his third slide through the mess of her juices, his dick catches at her entrance, and Dean pushes in, working himself inside her slick heat, going as deep as her body would allow him, up until his pelvis is pressed against the soft of her cheeks. They both release a groan at the same time once he’s sheathed.
“Fuck,” he lowers his lip to her neck, sprays kisses all over the skin that’s exposed to him while he starts to pump his hips slow but deep. “Miss this. Missed you. Could only think about you.”
Was that too much? Too soon? He can’t really bring himself to care. His head is in the fucking clouds.
“Mmh,” Y/N hums contently, arching her back to give him better access. She really is a fucking dream.
He catches her earlobe between his teeth, nibbles lightly at it as she mewls and backs up against him. Dean groans when his dick hits even deeper. “Fuck, baby. Could live in this tight pussy, never want to stop fucking you.”
“Then don’t,” she breathes out. “Please don’t stop.”
Dean chuckles when he places a kiss just below her ear. Then he pulls out. The loss pains him terribly.
With one swift tug at her waist, he has her turned around before hitching up her one leg around his waist, “Jump,” he commands, arms already in the position to catch her.
There’s a hint of a grin tugging at her lips before she hops into his arms. Dean’s quick to slide his dick back into her tight heat, groaning and dropping his forehead onto her shoulder at the snug feel around him. He’s not lying when he says he never wants to stop doing that. Fuck.
“Hold tight,” he whispers once he regains at least a bit of his composure, his one arm supporting her ass, kneading it a little, for good measure, while his other hand is holding his pants up before he proceeds to walk up the stairs and into his room. It’s a tough task, because she’s an impatient little minx who’s grinding on his dick while her lips attack his neck. Dean has to stop halfway up for a brief moment – fucking distracting is what she is. But honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
*
She’s lying next to him, all blissed out and sated. He doesn’t fare any better after their session. Her head is pillowed on his chest, her damp hair sticking out and tickling his face. Y/N’s fingers trace lazy circles around his nipple and Dean flinches every time she gets too close, which earns him a giggle because she obviously thinks it’s so fucking funny that he’s sensitive there. He brushes the pads of his fingers up and down her spine, and he thinks he could fall asleep like this. Would give a lot to be able to fall asleep like this and wake up to her next to him for the rest of his life. But he knows that reality will come crashing soon. Way too soon.
And when Y/N opens her mouth to speak, he realizes just really how soon it’ll be.
“I got the job today.”
“Oh? Already?” He says, tilting his head to look into her warm eyes and see her face. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s glowing. “Congratulations.” Dean leans down to kiss her forehead.
“Yeah. It was the second interview, actually,” she pauses to swallow, “It’s just…” Y/N trails off, nails still circling around his nipples, “the job’s in New York.”
“Oh,” Dean huffs.
“Basically, I have two options. Either take the job or go to grad school here.”
“What do you want to do more?”
“I don’t know,” Y/N shrugs, “the job is a good one, and the pay is okay, I guess. They said I have a bright future at their magazine if I chose them they have already offered me a chance of promotion if I prove myself in the first six months. I could make a difference there, could work my way up. But grad school is good too, although, with the school, I don’t really know what comes after. New York sounds more adventurous, though.”
He’s not entirely sure what she wants to hear him say. Does he want her to go? Absolutely not. But who is he to hold her back? She’s still so young and she literally has her whole life still ahead of her. He can’t possibly be selfish and deny her of a great career and future. Besides, who is he to give her advice, he’s not even her boyfriend. Shouldn’t Ben have a say in this?
Stay, is what he really wants to say, but instead, he clears his throat, and then, “If your heart says it wants the job, you should go. New York’s a great opportunity. Sammy, my brother, is there too.”
She tenses next to him and he can feel her body go rigid in his arm. It feels like she’s been holding her breath because there’s an eternity of silence with nothing but the sound of the beating of his heart in his ears. Y/N lifts herself off him, her eyes fixed on his face as if she’s looking for something. Dean doesn’t know what she’s searching for.
“Okay,” she says, her voice meek. And then she rolls away from him. “I have to– uh, I need a moment to think about all of it.”
Dean lifts himself on his forearms, watching her hastily picking up her clothes off the floor, “What about the food?”
“You can go ahead, I’m not hungry,” Y/N says in passing as she walks to the door, not sparing him a glance. The door closes behind her and Dean has no fucking clue what’s happening.
Summary: Dean’s excited to spend the last weeks of summer vacation with his little girl – but what if the girl is not who Dean thinks she is? Or— a story where Millie and Dottie meet at summer camp and decide that their parents should stop being idiots.
Chapter Warnings: Some fluff, a lot of emotions
WC:2,934
A/N:Just something lighthearted. It will be 10 chapters long! Hope you enjoy :)
Dean is in the middle of a meeting when his phone starts to buzz in his pants pocket. He pulls it out quickly and releases a huff of breath when he sees the screen. It’s a picture message from Sam.
Thumbing over the display, he brings the message up. It’s a selfie of Sammy and his little girl, Millie – well, not so little anymore, but she’ll always be his little girl, no matter how much she hates to hear it – their cheeks are pressed together, both of them smiling wide, the white of their teeth showing.
[Sam] She’s landed. Everything’s okay and came back with ten toes and ten fingers, a full set of hair and teeth. Don’t worry about us.
Dean ignores Raphael’s side-eye from two seats over, thumbing over the screen to shoot his brother a quick reply.
[Dean] Thanks, Sammy. Get her home safe, okay? Tell her I miss her, and that I’ll be home soon.
He locks the device and pushes it back into his pocket, returning his attention to the PowerPoint presentation while silently cursing his boss, Dick, that he didn’t let Dean take half the day off to pick up his own daughter from the airport. There are stakeholders sitting in this meeting, hence his presence was crucial, but still.
It has been five weeks without his daughter. Five weeks of missing her and wondering how she was doing at camp. It was Bobby’s idea to send her there, Dean didn’t want to, but she did have a long summer holiday, and even though Sam’s still doing his last year of PhD to become a professor of Law, he still couldn’t help Dean take care of Millie for the whole summer like he did last year. They figured out together that the summer camp in Minnesota would be the best fit. He first thought that selling the whole camp-idea to Millie would be a challenge, but in the end, the ten-year-old didn’t need much persuasion.
So, five weeks ago, he sent her off and now she’s back, and god, he’s so eager to see his girl – but first thing’s first. He has to sit through this fucking meeting.
*
Dean makes a detour at the shop right around the corner of the subway stop in order to buy Millie some sweets she likes, and he couldn’t help himself, picking up one of the plush animals standing by the counter for her too. It has big round eyes, and it’s very pink. Millie’s going to tell him she hates it, and that she’s way too old to have a plushie, but in secret, they both know that she’ll take it to bed. That’s how they work.
With a plastic bag hooked on his fingers and his laptop bag swung over his shoulder, Dean walks a couple of yards to the building he lives in. He was lucky to get a good deal on the penthouse which was on the top floor. It’s big enough for Sam to live with him, and their arrangement works perfectly for both of them. He saves a lot of money on a nanny while Sam saves on rent, and Millie has a chance to grow up around her favorite people.
The doorman, Doug, greets Dean as soon as he steps foot into the foyer. He’s grinning at him. “Evening, Mr. Winchester. The little princess is waiting.”
“Hey, Doug. How is she?”
“Gotten bigger, sir.”
Dean laughs as he makes his way to the elevator. Once he’s inside, he sticks his key in the slot for his penthouse and waits for the door to close.
His heart is pounding a little harder on the ride up, suddenly feeling nervous about finally seeing his daughter again. It has been only five weeks but it’s the longest he’s been apart from her. In that time things have changed, he’s sure. She probably grew like a weed. So, yeah, he’s nervous about seeing her, but deep down, Dean also knows that he’s pretty nervous about something else. Something he still needs to tell Millie. A thing he’s sure she will need adjusting to – but anyway, his news is certainly not more important than hers. He’s sure that her telling him about every little detail of camp while they snuggle on the couch will be much more exciting. Dean can’t fucking wait.
The elevator dings, signaling the arrival at his penthouse.
He steps out into the foyer, has time to toss his key into the bowl on the sideboard next to him when suddenly, a little human appears and barrels right into him. The impact knocks the air out of his lungs.
“Daddy!” The shout’s muffled by her face pressed into his stomach. Shit, she’s already almost past his navel. She’s really gotten much bigger in those five weeks. Dean is close to getting all sentimental about it and wants to curse that he had to let her go to camp in the first place, because he’s sure he missed so much of her growth.
Petting her fair brown hair, he notices that they’ve been cut. Her longer locks have gone, so it’s barely long enough for him to be able to braid it for her. Oh god, she cut her hair without telling him. He bites back the tears that are building up. What’s next? Piercing her ear? Her navel? Getting a boyfriend? A tattoo? Dear god, please don’t let her grow up so fast.
“Hey,” he coos, dropping all the items he has in his hands before he tries to pry her away from him. Once he succeeds, Dean crouches down to be on her level, and Millie beams at him. There’s just no other word for it. Her smile could light up a whole building.
“I missed you,” she whispers and when the girl looks up at him, her eyes are full of unshed tears. With a blink they spill over, running down her flushed cheeks which she swipes at with the back of her hand. She sniffs before she looks at him again and Dean’s just mesmerized by his little girl, by the glint in her eyes and the freckles dotting her cheeks which seem to stand out more now that she’s tanned.
He brings his hand to her face, brushes away a new teardrop with his thumb while trying his best not to start crying too. Someone’s got to hold it together and he’s the adult, it’s going to have to be him. “I missed you too, baby girl.”
She sniffs, while one of her hands come up to touch his cheek, little fingertips travel over his stubble and over the bridge of his nose, as if she’s playing connect the dots with his freckles. Just like Y/N used to—
—no, he shouldn’t think about his past. There’s a reason it’s the past. A reason why he’s here with his daughter Millie and he should always look forward rather than back.
His fingers tuck a loose strand of hair behind the little girl’s ears and that’s when he’s eyes grow wide. “You got your ears pierced?”
Millie grins. “Yeah.”
“Jesus Christ, please tell me you sanitized the needle properly. Did you use a potato on the back?” Dean shudders, “Wait, you know what? I don’t even want to know. Just… let me know when I need to rush you to the ER, okay?”
His girl giggles, while he’s trying to keep it together and not start to spiral into full blown panic. It’s a nice sound. One he realizes that he’s missed terribly.
“It’s okay, Daddy, we were being very sensible about it,” the girl says, grinning so wide Dean can see all her teeth. At least she still got a full set of those. He notices that she stumbled a little over the word ‘Daddy’, as if she’s still trying to get used to it, trying to get a taste of it on the tip of her tongue. It’s probably the camp’s doing. He doubts she thought about him much, nor did she probably mention him.
“So, what was that? Some kind of a ritual? Nobody pressured you into doing it, right?”
“No,Dad,” she laughs, and there’s that hesitant tasting of the word again when she says it, “I wanted it, no pressure.”
“Right,” Dean nods, taking her word for it. There’s nothing he could do anyway unless he possesses the power of time travel, and if he does, the piercing wouldn’t be the first thing he’d try to fix. “Look what I got you,” he says when he remembers that he’s been to the corner store. He takes it out of the bag, deciding that he’ll leave the sweets inside and doesn’t show them to her yet. The girl is already pumped with adrenaline by seeing him, so there is no reason to add on to that giddiness.
“You got me a plushie?” She asks, eyes wide, which— is a little off. Normally she’d be grumbling, rolling her eyes because she tries to act tough and pretends to hate when he gives her a plushie.
“Yeah. You like it?”
Millie looks at it, turns it around in her hands before hugging it with one arm. “I love it! Thanks, Daddy.” She wraps the other arm around Dean’s neck and places a kiss on his cheek. Dean practically melts.
“Millie, we should let your dad come home first. You want to help me cook?” Sam appears at the end of the foyer in his sweats and t-shirt, his hair is still damp. He’s probably just come out of the shower.
“It’s okay, Sammy,” Dean grunts when he gets up because he’s bringing Millie up with him. The girl doesn’t seem to want to let go of his neck. She’s quick to wrap her legs around his body and buries her face into the crook of it. He smirks a little because her mother used to do the same—
—nope. Not going there.
He walks her into the living room, sitting down on the sofa with her in his lap. “Hey, Millie-baby,” he whispers.
“Hhm?”
“You gonna help Uncle Sam cook, yeah? I have to go and get changed and then we can eat, and after that, we’ll have a movie night. How’s that sound, hhm?”
She sits up ramrod straight, nodding her head frantically.
“Sounds good, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, baby,” He presses a kiss to her forehead, “I won’t be long.”
With a last nod, she’s off his lap and bolts for the kitchen, the plushie still tight in her grip.
Dean watches her go in a daze. All 4 feet and probably by now 7 inches of her. She’s growing like a weed – it comes with the genes.
He waits a beat, then two, before he pushes himself off the sofa to walk back into the foyer in order to retrieve the items he dropped, before he can make his way into his room. His phone is in his bag and he’s about to check if the contract they want to send out to Hong Kong tomorrow morning has already been drafted, when his screen lights up with several missed calls and texts from Bela.
[Bela] Hey, why don’t you pick up?
Shit, Dean’s forgotten about her. He can’t remember if they were supposed to have a date, though, so he opens up his calendar app. Yep, they were. Fuck.
It’s almost pathetic. They’ve been going out for four weeks and already he’s a shitty boyfriend. And he’s probably going to get shittier, but in his defense, Bela knows that he has a daughter, and knows that she’s going to come back from camp eventually.
He goes back to the text thread and types out an answer because he doesn’t think he has the patience to talk to her right now.
[Dean] Sorry, forgot to tell you, Millie just got home today. Rain check?
Her answer comes almost instantly.
[Bela] Aw, sure. But you know that I have to meet her eventually, right? How about tomorrow?
[Dean] I’m not sure yet. I have got to tell her the news first, and have to see how she’ll take it.
[Bela] You’re her father, you know that, right? She doesn’t get to dictate what you’re doing with your life and who you’re seeing.
Dean frowns. What? He can’t say it doesn’t irritate him. But he’s too tired and just wants to quit for the evening so he can spend some time with his girl.
[Dean] She’s my daughter. Let me do it at my own pace. Now, I’m going to spend some time with her. Good night, Bela.
[Bela] I guess. I’m sorry. I just miss you.
[Dean] I’ll let you know
[Bela] Sure, good night
With a sigh, he stalks towards his bedroom.
Y/N’s waiting at the arrival hall along with Jess and Donna. The latter woman even held up a sign she made herself today which states WELCOME HOME DOTTIE, YOU’VE BEEN MISSED!
Every one of them is vibrating with giddiness while they wait for Dorothy – or rather, Dottie, to get off the plane. Five weeks is just too long. And there were nights where Y/N was sitting beside her friends sulking. It wasn’t her idea, it was Jess’ because the woman said that she went to such camps when she was little, and Dottie, the adventurous kid that she was, immediately wanted to go to a camp too, literally begging her to let her go.
And so, with a heavy heart, Y/N did let her go. It was the hardest thing she had done in her life. Well, no, not the hardest. There was one thing even harder, but she doesn’t like to think about it, even though she wonders sometimes if Millie’s doing fine with Dean. She still remembers the last time she held her other daughter tight to her before she handed the little bundle over to her father and the two of them disappeared out of her life. She cried so hard she wasn’t able to breathe, and didn’t stop crying for several hours. Not until Dottie started to whine in her crib because she was hungry. That’s when Y/N pulled herself together for the twin that she had kept. At least she still had her.
For two years, her roommate Jess and she were a team, and she doesn’t think she could have done it without the woman who was literally an angel throughout, helping with Dottie whenever she could. Jess became Dottie’s honorary aunt. And later when Jess decided to venture into winery and settle for Donna’s old family vineyard, Dottie had received another honorary aunt.
When they started to make and sell wine that was made by women, for women, Y/N took care of Dottie as best as she could, but without help, she definitely couldn’t have done it. So, she’s thankful for her girls, really. And Dottie gets to grow up in an environment that shows her that women can basically do anything they set their minds to.
“There she comes!” Jess shouts out, and true to her words, a little girl with a backpack came barreling towards them.
She crouches down and spreads her arms wide. Now, she expected an enthusiastic reunion, but she didn’t expect for Dottie to practically pounce on her. Y/N is thrown back landing on her ass. Dottie giggles on top of her.
They’re all laughing now, and she takes the moment to cradle her child’s face one handed, fingers brushing over her freckles dotted cheeks. God, it’s been so long. And she can swear Dottie’s gotten more freckles from the sun. Just like her—
—no, this should be a nice reunion, not the time to dwell on the past.
Y/N shakes her head and Dottie is already getting up and off her. As soon as she’s back in the crouching pose, her daughter’s arms are around her neck.
“Mom,” the girl breathes out. The breath is a little hitched on the word, like it was long forgotten until she remembers it again. “I missed you so much.”
“God, baby,” Y/N says, hugging her fiercely. “I missed you too. So, so much!”
She pulls back to be able to look at her girl. Dottie practically beams. “Look at you, did you get taller?”
“Yeah.”
“And your hair’s a little shaggy,” she notes.
“That’s what camps do to you,” her daughter shrugs.
Shit, she’s growing up so fast. Way too fast. First camp, and then what’s next? College? She gets nauseous just thinking about it.
“Hey girlie, do we get a hug too?” Donna jumps in and sure enough, Dottie nods her head and jumps into Donna’s arms. The same with Jess, and all the while, she makes sure to drop their names rather eagerly, testing the syllables on her tongue. It’s a little weird but nothing worrisome, probably missed saying all their names while being away. Camp could do that to you, she supposes.
“How about we get back to the vineyard now and you can jump into the pool, hhm?”
“Oh, the pool!” Dottie almost shrieks.
“Yeah,” Jess ruffles up her shagged hair, “You forgot your favorite pastime, babe?”
“Do we have floaties?”
The women all stare at each other, until Donna clears her throat, “Yeah, you go away for five weeks and forget all about our vineyard, kid?”
“I sure have,” her daughter muses and then she lets Y/N take her hand as they make their way to the conveyer belt in order to retrieve the rest of Dottie’s bags.
Request by @jessicalynnann: What about one where the reader and Eileen get super drunk while the boys are out and Eileen calls Dean to come get the reader and she is all giggly and flirts with Dean and it is fluffy and just cute.
Summary: You and Eileen have a girls night that end with you confessing something to the man that you love.
The brothers are gone for the night, and that means you and Eileen have the entire bunker to yourselves. Dean has the good alcohol stashed in the library where Sam won’t be able to find it, but you know exactly where it is. You’ll have to buy him more bottles if you and Eileen are going to drink them all. You’re seated at the table with your feet resting on the wood surface, and Eileen is seated on the floor next to you.
“You know what we never talk about?” you ask with a slight slur.
“What?”
She may be drunk, but she can still read your lips. Plus, her hearing aid helps with some of the sound.
“You and Sam. You two are so cute together,” you giggle. “You need to make a move because he’s not getting any younger.”
“We’re just friends,” she says and takes another sip of her bottle.
“Yeah, friends who need to fuck,” you laugh.
“Okay, what about you and Dean?”
She gets up on wobbly legs and takes a seat next to you so she can see you and read your lips better.
“What about me and Dean?”
”Come on, you two are practically dating.”
She’s right. You and Dean are so close and have kissed each other before, but nothing has gone beyond that. He treats you like a girlfriend without the sex and vice versa. It’s kind of annoying since all you want to do is rip his clothes off, but he hasn’t had the “talk” with you yet. It wouldn’t be hard if he didn’t make it so damn difficult to get over.
“Dean isn’t into me like that,” you shake your head.
“Yeah, okay,” she scoffs. She looks at the half-drunk bottle and sets it down with a sigh. “I’m going to go to bed.”
“What? No, stay with me,” you whine.
“I’m seeing two of you right now,” she chuckles. “That’s me saying I need to stop. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Fine. I don’t mind drinking by myself.”
Eileen wobbles away to her room, leaving you alone in the library. You’re almost done with Dean’s most expensive bottle when you hear the metal door to the Bunker open. You look to the right and see Sam and Dean walk down, and your eyes widen with happiness.
“Sammy! Dean! You’re back!” you giggle loudly.
“Are you drunk?” Sam chuckles.
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Okay, where is Eileen?”
“In her room. Are you going to tuck her in? Kiss her goodnight?” you giggle.
Sam doesn’t say anything but make eye contact with his brother. Sam leaves the party and heads to Eileen’s room to see if she is okay.
“Are you drinking my good stuff?” Dean gasps, looking at the bottle in your hand.
“Yeah-huh,” you nod and remove your legs from the table. “Don’t worry, Dean, I’ll get you more.”
“You better. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
“No,” you huff and slide the bottle from you. “I’m mad at you.”
“Why?”
“Because you won’t tell me how you feel. If it were up to me, I’d fuck you right here and now.”
Dean’s eyes get a little darker, but he won’t say what’s really on his mind. You’re not in the right mind for this conversation, so the best thing he can do is take you to bed and talk with you tomorrow about this.
“Okay, come on, let’s go to bed.”
Dean reaches for you and helps you to your feet, but you don’t want to go to bed just yet. You fling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Let’s stay here. No one is here to watch,” you giggle.
“No, I’m taking you to bed. Don’t make this harder for me.”
“The only thing on you that I want hard is your dick.”
Dean chuckles and nods impatiently, knowing that he is going to have to carry you to bed if you’re not going to walk yourself. Without thinking, he bends down and grabs your legs, lifting you up and over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, hitting his back with almost dead-weight, laughing when he starts to walk toward your room.
“You have such a perfect ass, Dean.”
You slap his ass, making Dean roll his eyes in resistance. It is taking everything in him not to throw you down and fuck you right here and now. He has been holding himself back since the moment he laid his eyes on you; he can wait a night. He takes you to your room and sets you gently on the bed so he doesn’t hurt you.
“Dean, please stay,” you say breathlessly.
You keep trying to get him to stay, but he keeps dodging your efforts to stay. It gets to the point where it pisses him off just how much he can’t take advantage of you. He pulls away from you completely and holds your shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes.
“Y/N, listen to me. I want nothing more than to get you into bed. If you still want me when you’re sober, then I will spend all night making sure you know how much I love you,” he whispers the last part.
“You are a beautiful white man, Dean Winchester.”
“Okay,” he sighs.
“What woman wouldn’t want you? You’re the best man ever.”
“Sleep tight. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
Dean tucks you into bed, and as soon as you feel the covers over you, you fall into a deep sleep. Dean kisses your forehead and leaves your room, closing your door softly behind him. He leans against the door in thought, trying to calm his racing heart. Maybe you feel the same about him because drunk words are sober thoughts, and he can’t stop thinking about you.
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Summary: Dean broke up with you to get you out of the hunter life that you knew nothing about. What happens when you end up finding each other again after you had just gotten released form Crowley’s clutches?
Square Filled: torture (2021) for @spndarkbingo
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Much to Dean’s guilt, this is his tenth date that he’s been on since the two of you broke up. Half of the girls he goes out with, he doesn’t really have any interests in them, but it helps fill the hole where you once were. He didn’t break up with you because he lost feelings for you–he thought the world of you and was planning on proposing to you. It’s because of the fact that you weren’t a hunter, and you didn’t know how to protect yourself from any kind of monster.
If they somehow found out that you were his girlfriend, then they would definitely go for you to get to him. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if Crowley got his hands on you, only to torture you for information on him. He wouldn’t be a good boyfriend or a good husband if he dragged you into his shit only for you to get killed because of it.
That’s why he’s on yet another date with a girl he just met the day before. She is beautiful, like all the others, but no one compares to your beauty. All Dean can think about is you sitting across from him, throwing bits of bread at his face for something he said. Charlotte, Catherine, Caroline… whatever her name is, must sense how broken Dean is because she sets her fork down with a sigh.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks.
“I’m just trying to see why that girl keeps staring at you,” she says.
Wow, that is not what Dean was expecting her to say. He frowns and turns around, locking eyes with the one woman that he never thought he’d see. You’re standing there with such a heartbroken look on your face at the fact that he is on a date. No words are being said, but everything is said between the looks in your eyes. You shove your hoodie sleeves further down your arms to hide your skin from prying eyes.
Breaking the eye contact, you walk to the bar where a strong drink is calling your name. Why are you at this bar? Why did Sam lead you here? Did he know his brother was on a date? Unbeknownst to Dean, you’ve still been in contact with Sam because you didn’t want to lose him as a friend.
Dean watches you go to the bar with emotional eyes, turning to his date with tears in his eyes. He clears his throat and gives his date a smile to pretend like he’s fine.
“Is there something going on between you two?”
“Nothing at all,” he lies.
“Really? Because your eyes tell me a different story.”
Dean sighs and looks to the bar again, watching as you down a double shot. The end of your sleeve falls down, and his eyes widen at the scars littering your arm. They’re mostly long and jagged scars, but there are small circular scars as well. Where the fuck did you get those? He knows your body more than you do, and he would remember scars on your arms.
Someone did that to you while he wasn’t there to protect you.
You feel his eyes on you from across the room, but you ignore them. They burn holes into you, and you’re not sure you won’t crack under the pressure. The bartender mouths something to you, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand what he is saying.
“I’m sorry. Here you go.”
You toss double the amount of your drink onto the bar counter, not caring about the amount. Your bar stool screeches on the floor as you leave, and you rush out of the bar as quickly as you can.
“Y/N, wait!” Dean says ten seconds later.
You halt on the sidewalk and sigh deeply, wiping your eyes with the back of your hoodie before turning around.
“Dean, I didn’t know you were here.”
“Where did you get those?” Dean jumps right into it.
You knew he would ask about them if he saw them. You weren’t careful in hiding them apparently. What’s the point in lying to him at this stage? You’re never going to see him again, so what the hell?
“Someone named Crowley found me and hurt me until I told him where you were,” you say truthfully. “But I never gave in. He eventually let me go when he realized I was no ‘fun’ anymore.”
Shock is all that you can see on Dean’s face. This is why you didn’t want to see him. You knew you would break down if you ever saw his face again. You’re trying not to cry, not in front of him.
This is exactly what Dean was afraid of happening, and he wasn’t even there to protect you.
Dean is confused, though, because Crowley hasn’t shown up in a while. Neither has his demons, so if he was torturing you, then he must not have gotten what he wanted.
“Why didn’t you tell him where I was? I would have taken care of it!”
“If Crowley had found you, then he would have hurt you. I couldn’t bear the thought of you in pain.” The weight of your words settles on Dean’s shoulders, and his heart breaks in two. “Go back to your date, Dean.”
You shove your hands into your hoodie’s front pocket and turn away from him.
“I’ll see you around.”
Dean watches you with tears in his eyes, but he doesn’t stop you. You have scars from people that never should have been in your life, and it’s all because of him. You’re never going to be the same, and it’s all Dean’s fault.
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Summary: Y/N has always dreamed of fighting alongside the Winchester brothers, but when they finally give her the chance to join the hunt, things don’t go as expected…
This is an angsty one…
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“Are you sure you’re up for this, kid?“ Dean asked, his tone laced with doubt.
Y/N crossed her arms and turned to Sam for support. "Tell him that I’m not as clueless as he thinks I am!”
“I don’t know, Y/N. Dean’s got a point. We just don’t think you’re ready for a real hunt yet. Maybe in time, with some more training?” Sam was trying to come off as earnest, but was sweating under Y/N’s pointed stare.
“I’ve been taking the backseat on every hunt for the past year,” she began slowly. “I’ve read the lore, done the research, and studied everything you two have taught me. I know what to expect!”
Dean shook his head and sighed. He fetched a beer from the cooler propped up against the car. “That’s all good in theory,” he said, cracking open the can and leaning against the Impala’s hood. “But it ain’t so clean cut in the thick of it. You’ve got book smarts, no one’s denying that, but you’re not cut out for a hands-on fight.”
Y/N felt something snap within her. Hunting was heroes work. It was a task that only the most skilled could endure. To hear the Winchesters tell her that she wasn’t a match for their lifestyle was a blow to her pride.
“I’m not asking for your permission,” she spat. “I’m not your sister and I’m sure as hell not your responsibility. I’ve been researching your cases for as long as I can remember, so it’s time you respected me as a member of the team.”
Y/N glared at the brothers, expecting them to challenge her. She was surprised by their grim silence, instead. “We do respect you,” Sam said softly. “It’s because we care about you that-”
“Forget it, Sammy,” Dean cut in. “I don’t think she understands. We’re past protecting her at this point. If this is what she wants, then let her have it.” He tossed his can across the gravel plot and stomped to the driver’s side. “We’re five miles from the wolf pack. Let’s see what you’ve got.” Dean scowled at Y/N before shutting the car door with a slam. Sam swallowed nervously and followed suit.
Although joining the brothers on a hunt was what Y/N had wanted, she felt hollow at the prospect of finally doing it. She assured herself that it would be a heroic endeavor and followed the Winchesters into the car. She knew what to expect. Everything would be fine.
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His face was scarred and bloodied. His wide eyes held the broken promise of lost innocence. “Please,” he begged. “Please, I don’t want to die…”
Y/N gripped her blade tightly as the boy cowered below its tip. “You’re a monster,” she said more to herself than to him. The boy couldn’t have been a day over nineteen, with awkward bristles patching his chin, and the soft blush of youth still coating his cheeks. He was only a boy, but he was also a werewolf. A living contradiction that Y/N needed to end.
“What are you waiting for?” Dean yelled from across the field. “Kill it!” Y/N turned to the sound of his voice. The Winchesters fought back to back, defending each other’s rears as fanged creatures clawed from every side. The moonlight cast a bright glow on the land, contrasting the crimson stains on the shadowed earth.
Feeling pressured by Dean’s instruction, Y/N focused on the young monster before her and took a hesitant stab, missing his heart entirely. He cried out with pain and gripped at the blade impaled in his shoulder. Y/N froze, fear sapping her of the strength to pull back.
“Y/N!” Sam hollered. “Finish it!” She caught a flash of Sam’s wild eyes and pulled the silver blade back by reflex. The boy dropped to the ground and clutched at his wound. His face was pale and Y/N felt nauseated.
She saw his tear stained cheeks and the helplessness of his posture. She saw a reflection of herself. Frightened. Desperate. Hopeless. She raised the bloodstained blade in her hand but felt her fingers seize. It dropped to the ground with a clatter. The metallic resonance an echo of her crazed heartbeat. She couldn’t kill him.
She dropped to her knees.
“I’m so sorry,” she breathed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fix this.” Y/N leaned over the boy and pressed her hands against the wound to lessen the flow of blood.
She miscalculated.
The werewolf bared its fangs and lunged at her. It was a wounded animal trapped in a corner, unable to tell kindness from malice. Y/N struggled against it, her back against the dewy grass. The creature clawed at her chest, tearing streaks across her shirt. Her limbs turned to lead against the assault. She had seen the Winchesters fight foes before, but had underestimated the raw violence involved. “I’m trying to help you!” she cried. “Let me help you!”
The werewolf slashed at her with pure animal instinct. It was blind to her good intentions. It sought blood. Y/N arched her back against the grass as the creature craned forwards, its fangs grazing her neck. She pushed against its chest but lost strength as it inched closer.
“I just want to help,” she choked. The creature snarled and Y/N looked away from its yellowed eyes. Her grip against its chest faltered as her resilience dissipated. Her eyes screwed shut as she accepted the finality of what was to come.
She would not survive this hunt.
Heat slicked her cheeks. She cringed. Sam and Dean never cried. Sam and Dean never let the monsters get the better of them. Sam and Dean never lay down, accepting death.
She was not Sam or Dean.
She was not a hunter.
As these thoughts richocheted through her mind, Y/N felt the werewolf stiffen above her. She was sure that the monster had bitten her neck. In her rush, she must have stayed numb to the fatal wound. She kept her eyes closed, grateful for the painless kill.
A moment later, she heard the scrape of metal and felt the weight over her body lift.
She opened her eyes.
The werewolf boy lay dead beside her, the tip of a silver blade protruding from his heart. She turned her head and saw Sam and Dean, standing tall and bloodied above her.
Dean was glaring down at her and the kindness had left Sam’s eyes. In that moment, they were hunters. Nothing more.
She gasped when a rough hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her up from the ground. The Winchesters stared with hardened features.
“You almost died,” Sam said. “If Dean and I hadn’t come in time, that would have been it.”
Y/N hummed a response, still disoriented. Blood hummed in her veins. She could taste metal on her tongue. The air was thick with death and Y/N shuddered in spite of herself. She was buzzing.
Her eyes darted around the grassplot. Bodies littered the ground, and when she looked down, the glazed eyes of the dead boy monster stared back. Her eyes stung and tears trickled out, leaving a hot trail in their wake. She turned to the Winchesters, hoping for comfort, but saw indifference instead. Sam and Dean were unfazed by the massacre, immune to its horror. They were hardened by their years on the road, and could offer Y/N no sympathy after she ignored their warnings.
“I only wanted to help,” she whispered, lowering her gaze to the young werewolf lying dead at her feet. “I thought I could help him…”
“Are you crazy?” Dean scoffed. “These things are monsters. They don’t need your help! In this job, you kill whatever goes bump in the night, end of story. The sooner you quit trying to be a hero, the better.” He shot her a look of disappointment and strode off.
Sam sighed. “We’re not trying to be hard on you, but this is it. You’ve hunted and seen it all. Are you satisfied?” He squeezed Y/N’s shoulder gravely and stepped past her to follow his brother.
Fled were the fantasies of hunting’s triumphs and honour. Y/N had learned the truth tonight. Hunting was a curse. A plague. A brutality. She watched as the Winchesters left her alone. She wanted to run away from them. She wanted to escape the pain, regret and humiliation she had brought upon herself. She wanted to escape the burden that weighed upon Sam and Dean Winchester.
Instead, she followed them.
She walked the stained path to the Impala and nodded at the boys up front. Moonlight glared from above. She climbed into the backseat and shut the car door with shaky hands. She listened to the rumble of the ignition and took one last glance at the remnants of her fist hunt.
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Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby
I don’t know when I fell asleep, or even how I did it. I felt like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Maybe that’s why I felt so groggy when I woke up.
I woke up in the back of the car. It was dark, rain pitter pattering on the car roof. I was surrounded by different cars, all of them looking abandoned. But I couldn’t see much, the only light came from a street light in the distance.
A crushing weight of abandonment feels my chest as I think I’ve been left behind. The thoughts of Dean saying he would protect me seems like empty promises now.
With my eyes starting to burn I climb out of the car. The rain washes over me in a biting chill. I wrap my arms around myself and with no sense of direction I start to walk towards the light.
It’s not as far as it seems, it’s just behind a tower of crushed cars.
A two story faded blue house stands just a little ways away. Despite the distance I can see the light coming from the windows.
With no other options I walk towards it. Having no idea how late it is and if they would even let in a stranger.
I glup knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to them. Dean was the only one who could get me to talk and it seemed that he was nowhere around.
By the time I reach the door I’m shivering the cold rain soaking the clothes I’m in. My bare toes aching at the cool weather.
With a shaking hand I lift it to knock on the door, hoping someone would answer.
I jump when the door swings open, Dean standing there with a hooded jacket on his toned frame. A large umbrella in his hand.
I watch his face soften as he sees me. Most likely looking like a drowned rat.
“Oh, Kitten. I was just about to come get you. Come in here and let’s dry you off.” He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into the house.
It is considerably warmer than outside. The inside of the house is cluttered but homey at the same time. Books and papers are littered on every surface.
Sam is sitting at the folding card table in the kitchen, an older man is standing by him.
“Who is she?” The older man asks, looking at me like I was a threat.
“Dean new damsel in distress. You know my brother and his savior complex.” Sam says, making me wonder what I did to make him not like me.
“Shut it Sammy.” Dean says, pulling me around the corner into the next room. Towards the lit fireplace.
“Come on Sophia, let’s get you warm.” Dean says placing me right in front of the flames.
I instantly start to relax as the heat wraps around my body.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” Dean says peeling off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.
I smiled at him. Wondering how I could ever think he forgot about me. Of course Dean wouldn’t abandon me.
As he walks off I hear him whisper something to someone, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me.
I turn around seeing the older man just a few feet away from me.
“Well seeing as you’re in my house I think you ought’ to know my name.” He says holding his hand out to me.
“Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.” He shocked me with his introduction.
Despite it I take his hand and shake it, smiling at him.
“You’re a quiet one huh?”
“She doesn’t talk.” Dean says joining us, handing me a cup of coffee.
“What for?” Bobby asks, looking at me. Like he expects me to answer.
Gluping I shrug, knowing why but it was hard to explain.
“Her last boyfriend was an abusive dick is why.” Dean says sipping his coffee casually like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Ahh.” Bobby says, nodding his head.
“Well, did you boys teach him a lesson?”
“Not yet.” Dean says winking, making an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach.
“But enough about that. Let’s get down to business.” Dean says, as Sam walks into the living room with us. Him holding his own cup of jo.
“Do you trust her?” Bobby asks, jerking his head towards me.
I sigh hating being talked about like I wasn’t there but what was to be expected when I was mute all the time.
“Like he said. She doesn’t talk. Dean’s the only one she will talk to.” Sam says, making me blush.
I drop my head feeling embarrassed.
“She just needs some time to get back on her feet. I’m helping her, yes I trust her. She doesn’t know anything about what we do but she’s on our side. Right Sophia?” Dean asks, making me look up at him.
I nod my head with a smile, having no idea what he was talking about but clearly they were into something shady. But I expected that when I went to work with Dean. When they were selling something that seemed impossible to own.
But I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even if I could, Dean and Sam had been nothing but good to me. I wouldn’t betray them. I just knew I wouldn’t.
“Alright if you idjits trust her, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s get down to business.” He says taking one more swig of his drink and moving to turn towards a large book with a bunch of numbers on it.
It was a records book of some kind.
Dean smiles at me, both him and Sam finding a place to sit. Bobby sitting behind the desk, closes to me. Even though I was still cold I moved away from the fire to sit next to Dean on the couch.
“Lucky for you Cas gave you a heads up on the ones hunting your asses.” Bobby says looking at Sam like he was in trouble.
“Going after Dick Roman alone was stupied even for you.”
“I got close.” Sam says, looking away clearly annoyed.
“Close ain’t close enough. I thought I taught you better than that.” Bobby says, making me wonder if he was their father.
I look at Dean wondering what they were talking about. Who was Dick Roman? Did Sam try to kill him? Was the blood on Sam’s shoe human?
A sinking feeling of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Sam and Dean were murderous.
“So what do you want us to do?”
“It ain’t up to me. Your father left the family business to you boys. You made the mess, you get to fix it.” Bobby says, pointing at Sam.
“It was a mistake Bobby. But mistakes can be fixed.” Dean says sitting up straighter.
“We need a plan. Get rid of the heat off of Cas before that chief Naomi fires him and business can go back to usual.”
“What stealing and selling rare artifacts to Bella so she can make more of a profit then you boys? John might not have been father of the year but he started this to help people not just make a quick buck.” Bobby says scolding them.
I was more confused than I have been in a long time but I couldn’t help listening to them. Trying to figure out what was going on.
“So what do you suggest?” Dean asks, seeming to honestly want Bobby’s advice.
“Break him down from the bottom up. Take what matters most and we can watch Dick shrivel.”
“Alright? Where do we start?” Sam asks.
Bobby digs through the book in hand and pulls out a picture sliding it over to Sam. I couldn’t really tell but it looked like a picture of a dock.
“These are empty shipping containers that are going to be full of drugs, guns you name it this weekend. But that’s not what I’m interested in. Dick’s got kids he plans on putting on one of them. Gonna trade them for something. Don’t know, don’t care. But there are folks kids about to be taken forever and that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“When do we start?” Dean says his jaws locked, Sam’s forehead wrinkled in worry but both of them looked different.
Like they were ready for battle, ready to do anything. Ready to kill.
I didn’t know what this was, or what I got myself into. What did Bobby call it?
The family business?
Either way, I was in it and didn’t see a way out.
It didn’t take long for them to hatch out a plan as if they had done this a hundred times. Sam and Dean decided to stop the kids from ever getting to the docks and if that didn’t work, worse case they could just break the kids out.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Luckily for me it seemed I didn’t have to. No one asked for my input or help. The three men moving around the room talking about so many illegal things as if they were talking about the weather.
I sat on the couch watching them. I should have been more freaked out I know but I wasn’t. I ran away from Sam just because he had blood on his shoe but listening to these men talk about busting open shipping containers and stealing the contents didn’t phase me.
I’m sure there was something messed up in my head. All the beatings from Harry most likely did some damage up there.
Or maybe I was just numb to it all. Yelling and violence was the only thing that seemed to scare me.
I was in no danger with these men. They were clearly criminals, clearly what people would say bad men but despite knowing that.
Despite knowing that Sam definitely tried and might have killed someone and Dean helped cover it and Bobby seemed like the crazed uncle that was behind the whole thing and to top it all off I was a vulnerable mute. I felt safe. Safe enough to pull my feet up under me, curling up and falling asleep.
When I woke up the house was silinet. It is still dark out. The only noise was from the crackling fireplace and soft breathing.
I sat up looking around me to see the only other person was Dean sleeping on the floor beside me.
I look at the clock on the wall seeing it’s just a little past two in the morning. I laid my head back down on the arm of the couch knowing I should go back to sleep but I was wide awake.
I lay there, tossing and turning for a bit trying to get more comfortable but nothing was working. Seeing that it was now fifteen past three I knew there was no chance I was going back to sleep. Sitting up again I let out a frustrated sigh.
I flinch when I hear how loud it was, my eyes snapping to Dean. I frown at myself seeing his green irises staring at me.
“You okay?” He asks softly unlike my loud mouth.
I nod looking down at him.
“S-sorry.” I force out wanting him to know I didn’t mean to wake him.
“S’okay.” He says sitting up, the blanket over him falling to show his bare chest..
He yawns, lifting his arms over his head showing his toned body. I flush, realizing I have never seen this much of him.
I turn my head, not wanting him to catch me looking. It clearly is not working when I hear a chuckle.
“You know I don’t care if you look right?” He says standing up.
I take a breath and look up at him towering over my body. I only came to his waist from sitting on the couch.
“I’m gonna get something for us to drink and then maybe you can try going back to sleep okay?” He asks using his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.
I nod and smile at him, butterflies feeling my stomach from his simple touches.
He smiles at me and turns to head towards the kitchen. From there I sat. I could see him open the fridge but I could see what he grabbed.
It only takes him a moment for him to return with a beer in one hand and an orange juice for me.
I blush, smiling that he bothered to remember that I liked it. Taking it from him I take a sip of the cool tart liquid sliding down my throat with ease.
Dean sits to the right of me taking a drink of his own beverage. Us sitting on the couch in siliance for a moment or two.
“Did you just say sorry?” He asks out of the blue, making me turn to look at him.
I nod confused by his sudden question.
“That’s what I thought I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I have dreams about you talking to me all the time.” He says, surprising me by his honesty.
He never seemed to mind being open about what he thought that was for sure.
Yawning he runs his hand across his face, something he does when he’s tired I noticed. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it but I reach my left hand out and place it on his thigh patting it.
He looks down at my hand then up at me, giving me a playful smile.
“Careful Sophia, I might think you’re flirting with me.” He says teasing.
I knew he was joking but that doesn’t stop me from blushing.
I try to pull my hand away but he grabs it pulling me closer to him with it.
“Come’re.” He says pushing his words together, something else he seems to do when he’s tried.
I do as he asks setting my glass down and crawling over to him
He lets go of my hand dropping his grip to my hip, him using it to guide me to sit on his lap. I blush from the intimate possession but I don’t protest. Knowing Dean would never do anything I didn’t want to do.
He reaches up grabbing my face gently with both hands, him pushing my hair out of my face.
“You know you’re a very good girl right Sophia?” He asks, his question catching me off guard.
My body also catches me off guard by the flip my stomach does.
I don’t know how to respond to that even if I did talk but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Dean pulls me closer to him, lowering my head down until our foreheads are pressed together.
He closes his eyes shut for a moment making me wonder what’s going on inside him.
“The things I would do to you…” He whispers under his breath making something deep inside me ache.
“But I can’t…” He says letting out a sigh, it’s a sigh of disappointment.
“It’s not a good idea. But I’ve never been known to be the one to do the right thing.”
I wrinkle my forehead completely confused on what he’s getting at.
I didn’t have time to process it either. Dean tilting his head just enough so his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm. Just like how he was. A gentleness to him that made you want to fall into him. Trust him completely.
It was a scary feeling if I’m honest. Something I couldn’t understand. How I could trust him as much as I do given everything that has happened between me and Harry.
Maybe it was because he was so honest with everything. Maybe it was because he acted like he was the messed up one. Maybe it was because despite him seeing me broken he still decided to help me.
I don’t know what it was but no matter what I couldn’t deny that I trusted him. More than I’ve trusted anyone for a long time.
This is part 10 of Kitten. I know it’s been a while since I posted anything. I’m sorry about that. Life is crazy. Anyways. Here is the next part please don’t hate me for it. It’s not what I planed on writing but writers block sucks. Hope you like it.
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia suspects the truth about the brothers and what they really do for work.
After we ate dinner Dean led me back to my room. Him casually talking about things that didn’t matter. I knew he was doing it for my benefit to help me relax.
But before we could get down the hall the door opened at the top of the steps Sam walked inside.
He turns to see us, greeting us with a simple Hey.
I smile and wave back thinking about trying to reply but stop myself. Wanting to save my words for Dean. Well at least for now.
“Dinners in the kitchen.” Dean says, nodding his head towards that direction.
“Thanks.” Sam says, taking a breath as he reaches the bottom of the steps. Him running his fingers through his hair.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks, prompting me to look Sam over.
I stop when I spot a dark stain on Sam’s shoe. It was dried telling me it’s been there at least an hour.
That also made me realize that Sam was wearing different clothes. He was still dressed in a nice suit but it was a different color than before. Faint scratches were on his neck as well.
There was blood on Sam’s shoe. Why?
I felt a wave of fear run through me as I took a step away from him.
“What’s wrong Sophia?” Dean asks, turning to face me.
I ignore his question only pointing to Sam’s shoe. My stomach drops when Dean looks at it, seeming to be unfazed.
Sam look’s down and clenches his jaw as he looks back up at me.
“Look, it’s not what you think.” He says taking a step towards me but I ignore him.
Turning a bolt down the hall my mind screamed at me to run to get out of here as fast as I could.
I ran as fast as I could hearing both Dean and Sam call after me. Reaching my bedroom I close the door behind me, locking it and moving to slam the desk against it.
I frantically look around for something to defend myself with suddenly not wanting to be around either of them. Every shady thing the brothers did came to mind all at once.
I was living with bad men. Killers it seemed.
I jump and even scream as someone knocks on the door.
“Sophia, it’s me. Calm down.” Dean says his voice is gentle and even.
“Sophia I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain.” Sam says, him sounding just as kind. Even a bit sad.
I shake my head as if they can see me and run to lock myself into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I hear them knocking and trying to get me to open the door so I cover my ears to block out the sound.
Tears stream down my face as I picture them breaking down the door and dragging me out to kill me too.
I knew too much right? What did I expect? Trusting complete strangers I met at a club. The banging gets louder, making me cry out in fear and sobs.
I never saw either of them angry but I was about to. Curling up tighter into a ball I can only blame myself for my fate.
But neither of them come. Soon the sound of their muffled voices and knocking stop. Only the sound of my crying is left. I stay that way crying myself to sleep.
When I wake up I’m still in the bathroom, it feels like hours have passed. My stomach twisted in hunger telling me maybe it was longer than that.
Sitting up from the hard floor I move to my feet and open the bathroom door seeing the desk is exactly where I left it. Pushed against the door.
I walk cautiously towards it half expecting them to still be standing there. I look over at the clock to see it’s well past midnight. Nearly five in the morning.
I wonder if Sam and Dean left for work. Work? What really was their job? Dean said it wasn’t exactly legal. What did that mean?
I push the desk back into it’s palace quietly hoping they are gone and I could get out of here. The thought of leaving fills me with mixed emotions. I wanted out, scared they were gonna hurt me but I also wanted to stay the feelings I was growing for Dean still very much there. It also didn’t help that they saved me.
Opening the door slowly I jump seeing Dean there but I quickly realize he was sleeping. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and his bend down. Gently snores leave his mouth making me wonder how long he’s been there.
Since I locked myself inside my room most likely.
I leave my bedroom door open and walk down the hallway not really sure what my plan was.
Was I leaving? Where would I go? Was I going to stay? I didn’t really know either one of them.
I carefully move down the hall towards the exit. The whole bunker is pitch black except for the red lights lighting my path along the wall.
Walking past the kitchen I ignore the very loud growl my stomach lets out. I jump when a light clicks on my head snapping to the source.
Sam sits at the wooden tables, the lamp in the middle being turned on by him. Him most likely hearing my stomach.
He looks as if he’s been up all night, a deadly serious look on his face.
I glup at the sight of him, scared of what he will do to me.
He pushes a chair away from the table, pointing to it.
“Sit. We need to talk.”
A/N Do you want me to add some supernatural things to this fic? Do you want some Sophia x Sam action? Thank you for reading :)
This is part 4 of Angel Eyes sorry for not posted in ages. But I found this on a flash drive from like 2017 so I edited and thought I should post it. I hope you like it.
Fic Summary: This is backstory to kind help people understand Dean and Callie’s relationship. Sam, Dean and Callie go get tattoos :P
Walking into the bathroom I bent over untying my boots. Kicking them off I stood up and met my green eyes in the mirror. Reaching up to take my hair down I stopped when there was no longer a black string around my wrist. I quickly opened the bathroom door shocking Sam he was behind it and I almost hit him.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked dropping his bags by the door and walking up to me. I was taken back when he grabbed my arms softly as if I was going to pass out.
“I lost my antipossion charm.” I say biting my lip.
“You what?” Dean and Sam asked, clearly mad.
“I didn’t mean to. It was on my wrist and I guess it must have broke.”
“Great, what are we going to do now? I doubt Booby just has another one laying around.” Dean asked, throwing up his arm and walking away from me.
“Even if he did, who says she wont lose it again.” Sam says sitting on the bed.
“I’m right here, ya know. Maybe it’s in the hotel room.”
“We just got here. I doubt you lost it in the past five minutes.” Sam said.
“Well it’s not like I can just tattoo the thing to me.” I said throwing up my arms and moving to the door shutting it, probably a little too rough., but I hate being treated like I’m five.
“Wait a minute.” Dean says, making me turn to face him.
“Why not get it tattooed. It would get rid of having to keep up with it. And plus its one sure way, no demon would ever get into us ever again.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I say agreeing. “I always wanted to get a tattoo anyways.” I say shrugging.
“And what if I don’t.” Sam says standing up.
“Oh come on Sammy it’s common sense, to get one.” Dean says lifting his hands.
“Yeah, it’s the smart thing to do.” I say smiling, getting butterflies about the thought of getting tattooed.
“Oh and what are we meant to tell the person that does it?” Sam asks.
“The truth. It looks like some tribal tattoo that people walk around with all the time. The worse case they think we are weirdos but there still going to do it.” I say sitting down beside Dean on the bed.
“Callie is right, money is money. They don’t care as long as they get paid.”
“What if they only take cash?”
Sighing I throw my head back hitting Dean’s shoulder.
“Then we go to the bar, play a little pool and go back. With cash. Why are you so against getting a tattoo?” I ask
“Yeah, Sammy it can be on your ass for all I care.” Dean says laying back on the bed’s headboard making me fall, sence I was still leaning on him.
Glaring up at him I sat back up, only getting a small laugh out of him.
“How do we even know it will work?”
Sighing again I laid back on Dean’s legs reaching back to grab my phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open I pressed 3 it calling Bobby.
“Callie, it’s 1AM what the hell do you want?” Bobby answered sound sleepy and mad.
“Sorry Bobby. I didn’t realize it was so late but I have a important question.”
“About what?” He said trying to be helpful but not hiding his anger.
“The charms you gave us. If we tattoo the symbol to ourselves will that work the same as wearing them?”
“What kind of idjit are you? Of course it will work. Next time you decide to bother me while I’m sleeping make sure it’s a damn good question.”
“Sorry Bobby, just wanted to make sure.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll let you go back to sleep. Good night Bobby. Sweet Dreams.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He says hanging up.
“He is mean when he is sleepy.” I say looking up at Dean as I close my phone.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Looks like your getting inked up, buttercup.” I say smiling at him.
Sighing, he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” He says walking out to the car grabbing his jacket as he went.
“I think he needs a nap. He is a little grumpy.” I say looking back up at Dean.
“I think you’re right. Better not keep him waiting.” He says smiling, clearly enjoying this as much as me.
Sitting up I walk to the bathroom grabbing my shoes and sitting on the tub to put them back on.
“Where do you think I should get it?” Dean asked leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.
Looking up at the ceiling I bit my lip, thinking of where a tattoo would look good on Dean. The first thing was anywhere. Shaking away that thought. I thought of where I like tattoos on guys.
“Hmm… Shoulder, shoulder blade, or chest.” I say tying my boot and pulling on the other one.
“What about you. Where are you going to get it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want it super viable. Like I don’t want to have to worry about people being like what’s that?”
“I think you should get it on your ribs.” Dean says as I finish tying the other boot.
“Why the ribs. That’s the worse place to get a tattoo.” I say standing up and walking out of the bathroom, feeling Dean follow me.
“Well one because it’s hot and two I know you can take the pain.” He says making blood rush to my cheeks.
“Is that so?” I ask turning to face him, a smirk finding my lips.
I almost smack myself for how flirty that sounds but it’s hard not to when you have Dean in front of you.
“Yeah. You’re kinda a badass.” He says smirking and winking at me.
I laugh softly, him joining me. Rolling my eyes I shake my head a little.
“Maybe.” I say walking to the door, stepping out into a soft sprinkle.
“Rain!” I say smiling up at the sky loving the cool drops on my heated cheeks.
“What was about not being five?” Dean asked behind me and pinched my side, making me jerk a little.
“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, earning a laugh.
I jump when Baby’s horn goes off. Looking at Dean’s price postion I see Sam sitting in the front seat looking like a parent who just cought his child having sex.
“Again, I repeat, grumpy.” I say looking back at Dean and stepping off the curb to get into the car.
“Why not bug him a little more.” Dean says opening the driver door for me.
Taking the hint I get in and move to the middle, Sam clenching his jaw making me laugh.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy. It’s only a little seat sharing.” I say poking his hard jaw.
“Just can we get this over with?”
“Damn Sam, Bobby is not the only one that’s mean when he is tired.” Dean says starting the car backing out.
“I just want to get this done so I can take a shower and get a few hours in before I have to get up in the morning.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wants to run before dawn.” I say shrugging.
One look from Sam is enough to make me shut up and hold up my hands as a surender. I lean into Dean to get away from Sam before he bursts a blood vessel. Feeling bad for now getting up front, for wanting to bug him more.
Maybe feeling the same or seeing Sam’s face. Dean lays his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, giving Sam as much space as he can get with all of us up front. Leaning into Dean’s side I close my eyes and just listen to the rain picking up and hitting the Impala’s roof. Moving his arm down, I shift slightly laying my head on Dean’s shoulder, feeling completely relaxed. No not relaxed. At home.
When Dean’s neck starts vibrating with him humming I let myself enjoy it till the point of my eyes don’t want to stay open anymore.
I softly smack Dean’s chest, making him stop.
“What was that for?” He asks sounding shocked.
“You’re making me fall asleep.” I say a yawn leaving my mouth, making a laugh leave Dean’s.
“Dean, maybe we should go back to the motel. Let Callie sleep.”
“Oh your not getting out of this that easy, buttercup.” I say sitting up and looking at him, making me slightly dizzy but I ignore it, it fading quickly.
“Yeah, because we are here.” Dean says pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.
Getting out of the car, I quickly follow Dean to escape the picking up rain.
“Welcome. What can I do for you?” Asks the tattooed bearded main at the front desk.
“Hi, we’re looking to get a tattoo. We heard this was the place to come.” Dean says, making the man laugh.
“Well that’ll be right. I’m Chet, nice to meet you.” Chet says holding out his hand to Dean.
“Dean.” He says taking it.
“And you Miss?” He asks looking down at me.
“Callie.” I say waving and smiling.
“And the tall fella?” He asks looking over me at Sam.
“Oh that sour thing is my little brother Sammy. Sammy come say hi.” Dean says waving him over.
“It’s Sam.” He says holding his hand out to Chet.
“Well, nice to meet you folks. So like I said before, what can I do for you?”
“We all three want this.” Sam says handing Chet a piece of paper with the simbel roughly graw on it.
“You draw this yourself?” Chet asks, taking the picture and looking down at it stroking his beard.
“Yeah, I did. Look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up I would really like to get some sleep.” Sam says, looking tired.
“Well just slow down there a minute.” Chet says not even the least bit surprised with Sam’s mood.
“How big are you three talking? Because if you want something huge It’s going to be more than one trip. Plus you have how are you going to pay and where you want it at.”
“No bigger than three inches.” I say getting an agreement from both the boys.
“Altight. That will be 75 each. That’s without color.”
“You take credit?” Dean asks.
“Yes, sir we do.”
“Well, let’s do this.” Dean says, pulling out his wallet and handing him his card.
I’m a little surprised when he doesn’t look at it or ask for ID.
“Alright, well let me go draw this up and you three can talk about where you want it and who goes first.” Chet says taking the picture Sam drew and walking in the back.
“Sam you can go first.” I say sitting on one of the black leather couches, Dean sitting beside me.
“Why do I go first?” Sam asks sitting in a plastic chair across from us.
“Because you won’t have to wait you can go out and sleep in the car while we get ours done.” I say like it’s obvious.
“Okay sure, whatever.”
“Man he really is tired.” Dean says laying his arm on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, well it will be over soon and we will never have to worry about it again.” I say smiling up at Dean, because I would probably just get a glare from Sam.
On the note I could feel his death glaze burn a hole in my head.
“So did you decide where you are going to get yours?” I ask, whoever wants to answer.
“I’m working on it.” Dean says winking at me, making me roll my eyes.
“What about you Clauda?” Sam asks
“Still thinking.” I say biting my trying to think of where would be the best place.
All three of us fall into a comfortable silence waiting on Chet. He returns around thirty minutes later.
“Alright I got everything all set up. So who is going first.”
Both me and Dean pont to Sam.
“Alright, son, follow me back.” Chet says holding the beads hanging over the door out of Sam’s way.
“Be nice!” I say getting a Yeah, Yeah and a wave from him.
Chet laughs and walks thru the door with Sam in front of him.
“So, you really don’t know where you are getting yours?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“No, everywhere I think don’t seem right.” I say biting my lip.
“I have an idea.” Dean says.
“Oh gosh.” I say covering my face, slightly worried.
“Well at least hear me out first.”
“Okay fine, fine. What is your idea?” I ask, looking up at Dean to meet bright green eyes.
“You pick for me and I pick for you.” He says shrugging.
“That way if we can get an outsider’s thoughts on it.”
Smiling, I nod my head.
“You know I really like that.” I say, saying exactly how I felt.
“See and you didn’t trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. I trust you get me into trouble by putting it on my forehead.”
Laughing Dean ran his hand down his face.
“I was thinking more your cheek but if that’s what you want to go with, its your face darlin’.” He says pulling me closer to him and tickling me softly.
Giggling I push his hands away, just as Chet and Sam walk out.
“Well that was fast.” Dean says, sounding halfway disappointed.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in the car.” Sam says doing just that.
“Alright who’s next.”
“Me!” I say standing up and walking over to Chet.
“You gonna bring your boyfriend with you?” Chet asks nodding at Dean.
Blushing at the boyfriend comment, I ignore it and turn to face Dean feeling dumb since he is picking the spot for the tattoo.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I say running to him and grabbing his forearm just to pull him up from his seat.
I hear Chet laugh behind us making me wonder exactly what life he thinks we have.
Following him back into the other room, Dean laces his fingers with mine making me smile up at him. He quickly returns it making my stomach do flips.
“Room three.” Chet gestures to the last door.
Dean quickly takes the lead pulling me behind him. When we step into the room I can help the rush I get when I see the chair with the gun beside it.
“You okay?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, confused as why he would ask that.
LIfting our joined hands he lets go to show me how my hand is shaking.
“Oh. They’re the good kind. Here feel my heart.” I say taking his hand and placing it to my chest before I can think.
Realizing what I did I feel myself blush a little but I keep his hand there. He is my “boyfriend” after all.
Smiling Dean moves his hand up to my neck, pulling me to him to kiss my forehead.
“One hell of an adrenaline rush huh?” Dean asks moving so Chet can get to his spot beside the chair.
“So do we know where we want it?” Chst asks when he sets down.
“He does.” I say pointing to Dean and moving back a little.
“Oh, alright what’ll it be son?” He asks looking up at Dean.
“She wants it on her rib. Here.” Dean says placing his hand on my right side just under my bra strap.
“And you’re okay with that?” Chet asks looking at me, making eye contact. I guess to see if I’m lying.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I say telling the truth.
Feeling all at once how I could not picture it anywhere else.
“Alright well take a seat, I’ll fix the chair once you’re on it. Dean there is a stool in the hall if you want to grab it so you have somewhere to sit.”
“Alright.” He says walking out of the room quickly returning since the stool was just outside the door.
“Is this your first tattoo?” Chet asked, fixing the chair so he could reach my rib easily.
“Yep.” I say popping the P getting comfortable on my left side.
“Well let me tell you it’s going to hurt a lot.”
“She can take it.” Dean says sitting on the stool my face becoming even with his belly.
“Well just let me know if you need to take a break. Don’t worry though I got 20 years under my belt. Or should I say gun. You’re in good hands.”
“Thanks Chet.” I say smiling at him and laying my head on my left arm, my other one laying in front of me.
“Lift your shirt for me please.” Chet says.
“I got it.“ Dean says before I can even move. Pulling my shirt up I feel as if it’s in slow motion but maybe that’s just because I’m suddenly very aware of how many scars I have on my stomach and hips.
I realize that it’s not Dean seeing them, it’s Chet. I can hear the questions now. But they never come. Instead I feel something like paper being stuck to my sink.
"So you from around here?” Chet asked, one of us.
“No. Road trip. She got it in her head that we all should get tattoos.”
“Hey! It’s for a good reason.” I say sticking my tongue out at Dean even though he is not eye level with me. Well he is never eye level with me.
“About that if you don’t mind me asking. Your brother said something about it being in the family. He didn’t make much since. He was not in a chatty mood.
"Yeah, it’s been in his family for years. All the way back to the tribes. The people believed that it could keep you from getting posed.” I say smiling a “what the hell smile”.
“Oh thats a new one.”
“Yeah, but like I said she got it in her head. So it had to be done. But at the end of the day it’s a badass tattoo.”
“That it is.” Chet said starting up the gun making a buzz fill the room.
“Ready?” He asked from behind me.
“Ready.” I say as Dean seems to shrink down to my level. Him pulling the lever on the bottom of the stool. He still has to bend down a little to be eye to eye with me but that’s better than nothing.
When the needle of the gun first touched my skin it felt like I was being punched so hard it made my ribs brake. Groning I clenched my jaw and grabbed onto the nearest thing which happened to be Dean’s forearm.
“Are you okay?” Chet asked, pulling the gun from me.
“Yes” I say closing my eyes and groaning again.
“Man that hurts worse than getting sticked up.” I say taking a deep breath thru my nose and blowing it out of my mouth.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah, keep going.” I say moving my hand to Dean’s.
Feeling the pain again I bit my lip so I didn’t make a noise. It still hurts but this time I knew what to expect. It felt like someone was digging a white hot nail down my side.
After a minute it slowly turned into a dull pain as my skin in that spot went numb.
“Dean is it?”
“Yeah.” Dean says pushing my raven hair off my face.
“You got a keeper. Never have I ever seen a first timer get a tattoo on their ribs and be this quiet or still.”
“Yeah, she is good at that.”
Laughing I moved my right arm over my head and looked down as best as I could watching Chet wipe away ink from my side.
Smiling at the butterflies again I laid my arm back down. Dean laying his hand on the back of mine lacing his fingers through mine.
“That scar on her hip. I walked in on her sewing it up herself.” Dean said, sounding almost like he was bragging.
“Yeah and you should have heard the ear full I go for it.” I say, smiling softly, my eyes closed.
It seemed to help with the pain, the less I talked. So that’s what I didn’t do. I lay there listening to Dean and Chet talk about me and what happened so I had to get sewn up. Dean came up with the lie that I was a nurse in afghanistan. That’s where we met, that’s where the scar he was talking about came from. If only it was that noble. When really it came from breaking up a bar fight between Dean and some dude hitting on me very, very hard. To the point I almost stabbed him. Dean did walk in on me sowing up and I did get an ear full. But it was not just him telling me how I should not have tried to break up the fight. Or sow myself up.
It had a mix of the crystal green his eyes get when he is hurting. It didn’t take two glances to see that he was mad at himself more than me. He thought it was his fault.
Always dose.
“Callie you alright?” Dean asks, making me open my eyes and look up at him, a yawn leaving my mouth.
“Well I guess that answers my question.” Chet said laughing.
“What?”
“I thought you passed out of something. I told him you were fine but he wanted to be sure.”
“No, yeah, I’m okay. Just listening to you talk. Your voice is relaxing.” I say smiling up at him, making him scratch the back of his head telling me I embarrassed him which didn’t happen often.
“Well you’re halfway done. So finish your nap.” Dean says, trying to laugh it off.
“Thanks.” I say smiling and closing my eyes.
Lucky me Chet started another conversation with Dean about what all he has hunted.
He went on about telling him something about a bear which I think was one of the werewolves we have killed or maybe a windigo.
“Alright, you are done.” Chet said, turning off everything.
“Can I see?” I ask sitting up a little. An ache in my side.
“Let me clean you up first.”
Nodding I layed back on the chair and poked Dean’s chest making him look down at me.
Dean comes out of the bathroom as you’re strapping on your sandals, but it isn’t until he walks by you that you see what he’s wearing. Holding the clasp between your fingers, you sit up a little, looking at him from head to toe.
“Why aren’t you wearing shorts?” He turns a bit as he grabs his wallet and phone from the table.
“Oh, honey, I don’t do shorts.”
“You’re going to roast in that.” you nod towards his jeans and boots, eyes wide as you know it’s already over seventy five degrees out at eight in the morning. “Do you go swimming in jeans too then?” He just chuckles a bit before leaning against the frame separating the two rooms.
“We aren’t going swimming. We’re going to breakfast.”
“You’re crazy.” you add before going to finish hooking your sandals to your feet. Dean can’t help but take that time to look you over, enjoying your exposed legs before you stand from the bed.
This job ended up being a gift for Dean, honestly. Cause in the end of it all, he was paid to be with women. To have that closeness and even sexual relations with almost all of them but then walk away when it was all over without the dreaded breakup or heartache of being left. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to all the women he’s worked for and to not check them out would just be a sin of its own. They were allowed to look, touch, take advantage of him, so he’d be stupid to not at least look at them when he could.
Breakfast was held in the same large room as the cocktail party the night before, but now tables and chairs were set up all around, most of them full already as the rest of the family had surely beaten the two of you down there.
Dean gently rests his hand on your lower back and escorts you through the large room. As you got further in and closer to the amazing view, Jackie had spotted you both and called out to you. It was unfortunate that she was sitting with your mom, Tanya, Hannah and Josh, but at least you had her and your dad not to mention Dean to help keep you sane. You knew it would be nearly impossible to avoid these people the whole week, so you just had to toughen up a bit.
The eight of you filled the table to its max capacity, but at least there was still breathing room between each of you for the tables were fairly large.
“You two sleep well?” Your dad asks after the quiet morning greetings and as soon as you both took a seat and got comfortable.
“Yeah.” you nod, glancing towards your boyfriend for the week, a matching smile on both your faces. You caught a glimpse of Jackie right before you met Dean’s gaze and you could just feel her heart eyes staring at the two of you.
“Okay. I know you both just got down here, but I have to ask…” Looking over to your favorite cousin, you can just see the anticipation pouring from her. Clearly she’s been holding something in for a bit too long. “How did you two meet?” Your smile grew at her excitement and you’re sure your cheeks grew a shade or two darker. “I was going to ask last night, but never got the chance.”
“Well…um…I…” you were all ready to lay out the story you came up with but before you could say another word, Dean had cut in unexpectedly.
“At her book store, actually.” You tried to hold back your confusion as you didn’t want to tip anyone off that this was all fake, but you were struggling since you know the story that you came up with had nothing to do with your store.
Dean took that moment to look at you and take your hand, holding it tight on the table top so that everyone could see the intimate gesture. He smiles softly, giving you a look that asks you to trust him. So you do. How you could tell that’s what he was putting off still baffles you, but you took a light breath and let him take over anyway.
“I uh…I went in looking for a book for my moms birthday. The thing is, I went to at least twenty other stores in that week and I kept coming up empty and I was honestly tired of looking for this damn book.” he chuckles a bit, glancing in your direction briefly before turning back to the full table. “So, I just walked up to the counter and saw her standing back there going through some boxes and I asked her for her help. Told her the title, showed her a picture of the cover and she looked it up in her system for me.”
“Did she have it?” Your mom asked with a patronizing tone.
“Unfortunately, no. But…” he paused for a moment to look at you, squeezing your hand as he did in hopes that it’d keep your mind away from your mom’s comment. “…she was able to special order it for me. Took half the time to get to her as it would have if I would have ordered it. So the day before my mom’s birthday she called me up to let me know it had arrived. She saved my ass.” There was a faint ‘aww’ from Jackie, and you were trying not to blush after hearing it.
“After that…I kept coming back. I even bought a few books just so I wouldn’t walk out empty handed and seem like a stalker. But…eventually, I got up the courage to ask her out.”
“How’d you do it?” Hannah’s voice almost took away the magic of the moment, but as Dean ran his thumb over your knuckles, he pulled you back from the interruption.
“I went in and walked up to the counter, just like the first time and she asked if I needed help finding another book. I told her “not today”, and that I was just wondering what time she got off.” You were stupidly mesmerized with this fake story and part of you wished it was real. But you knew that would never happen. “And, she’s been my gorgeous girl ever since.” Giving your hand another squeeze, Dean then lifted it from the table and brought it up to his lips, placing a sweet lingering kiss to the back of your hand.
“Aww. Ugh…I’m tearing up.” As Jackie waves her hand in front of her face you try desperately not to blush too much or stare too hard at the man sitting next to you.
To no surprise to you, your aunt changes the subject; but for once in your life you don’t care. You’re focusing on Dean as he glances around the table and then looks back to you, that same killer grin on his face, and it just blows your mind that this man isn’t taken by some lucky, tight skirted bombshell. He has the looks, the charm, he definitely has the body. It almost baffles you that he’s still single and wasting his time with desperate women like you.
“Oh! Which reminds me!” Your mom’s voice sliced you out of your daze. You found yourself getting lost in Dean’s eyes, so maybe it was a good thing that your mom interrupted before he thought you were having a stroke or something. “I couldn’t find you last night before I went upstairs, but we’re all going snorkeling later. So after breakfast, go get in your swimsuits and meet us on the beach.” Before you could try and get out of it, because you honestly rather lounge in your room, you heard Dean hum softly.
“Sounds fun.” he added, smiling at your mom before giving you a more sincere one.
He was going to get you through this. You just had to remember that.
“So does this mean I actually get to see you in shorts!?” you yell out, hoping he can hear you through the bathroom door.
“Does it really bother you that much that I wear jeans?” The lack of barrier between his voice and you made you flinch.
“No! It doesn’t bother me. It just…makes me curious on how you can survive in jeans in ninety degree…” your voice is stolen from you as he walks around the bed and comes into view. He quickly removes his shirt and tosses it on the dresser and this time you get a better look at him, but you add that to his exposed, muscular legs…it makes you wonder if this man was designed in a lab. “…weather.” you’re too busy ogling to notice the smirk on his face, but he just stands there for a moment and lets you enjoy it. Hell, he takes a minute to enjoy it himself.
“You okay?” he loves the look of realization on your face before you push yourself to your feet.
“Uh…yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” you nervously shuffle around him, pushing your hair behind your ears as you head for the bathroom to slide your suit on for the afternoon.
When he hears the door shut behind you, he reaches for the water bottle that he brought up from downstairs and drinks it down pretty quickly. Then, when you emerge from the bathroom, the tables turn. Now it’s his turn to ogle.
You stepped out wearing one of those light weight black robes made for going over your swimsuit, which is already sexy considering the thin material and the fact that it’s teasing him with little glimpses of exposed skin underneath. But the suit itself has him captivated. The black and turquoise two piece was bright and fitting for a tropical getaway and with a lace up top that not only hugs your body but also your chest perfectly, he was struggling to keep his mouth closed. It’s almost like you’ve stepped out of a magazine.
As you slide on your sandals he forces himself to be a little less obvious, afraid of how you’ll react to him staring. The last thing he wants to do is upset you, especially since he’s the one that’s supposed to be making this week easier on you.
“You ready?” he asks once he sees your shoes are secure.
“I guess so.” you grumble a bit, clearly not too excited about this.
“It’ll be fine.” he tells you in confidence, and it’s clear in the look you give him that you’re still struggling to trust him completely. “Just…try and focus on me. Not them.” his hand meets your side and he looks at you for a moment before trying to help you towards the door. “Come on.”
The material that the pareo was made out of had him so engrossed, he just couldn’t seem to pull his hand away. Of course, it was that and the fact that he was enjoying holding you close.
The thing is, with all the women he’s worked for in the past, they all seemed to beg for his constant attention and always wanted his hands on them. With you, he was almost afraid to touch you. You were dealing with this whole emotional situation and he was afraid of mauling you as it could send you into a panic attack or something. So, this was just his way of testing the waters a bit.
Thankfully, and to his surprise, you didn’t seem bothered by the closeness. Even in the elevator he kept his hand along your waist and if anything, you ended up moving a little closer to him. It was nice. You even seemed to be less tense while you both descended. Probably the calmest you’ve been since he’s met you.
Then as you both walked along the beach, the second your family came into view he could feel your back tense up again. Hoping it helped, he kept close, keeping you in his embrace as you joined the group by the water.
“Look at you two!” Jackie gushes out, making you smile a bit as you get closer. “Love this suit! Where’d you get it?”
“I honestly can’t remember.” you laugh, glancing down at yourself and trying not to feel subconscious.
“Well, when you do remember, tell me. I want it.”
“You got it.” Jackie squeezes in a quick hug just as your dad is handing out the goggles and snorkels to everyone. He hands one to your mom and then to Hannah, Josh and Tanya before moving over to the three of you.
As everyone got ready to get in the water, you walked over to the lounge chairs closest to you so you could slip off your shoes and pareo. With your back to everyone though, you were totally oblivious to Dean’s eye on you.
The way the robe slipped down your back, slowly exposing you to him, had his heart racing. This is when he’s grateful for the fact that he’s playing your boyfriend for the week, because otherwise he’d probably come off as creepy.
He tries to pull himself together and in doing so, he glances towards your family who are huddled a few feet away in their own little circle. Yet, he catches something that makes his lips tug at the corners a bit.
As you tossed your robe down on the chair you felt a large hand slide along your waist and up your back, sending chills throughout your body. You turn just in time to see Dean smile down at you.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.” you smile back, completely unaware of the eyes on you in the distance. So when Dean dips down and lightly brushes his lips to yours, you’re caught off guard.
“Somebody regrets letting you go.” he whispers softly against your lips, only pulling back a little after he delivers his line.
“What?”
“You have an audience of one leering at you.” Curiousness grows in your eyes and just as you go to turn your head, his hand comes up to your cheek and stops you. “Don’t look. Don’t give him the satisfaction. Just look at me.” The battle in your head was hard to silence, but you did as he told you.
“How long has he been staring?”
“Since you walked over here and started taking that off.” he nods towards the thin cloth on the chair.
“What do I do?”
“Just stick with me and try not to look at him too much. Just remember what he did to you and completely ignore him. Okay?” You nod softly, not wanting to look too suspicious from Josh’s point of view. “Good.” his smile grows a bit before he captures another kiss. Now you know that the first one was for show. At first you weren’t sure, but the feeling of his lips on yours was something you knew you could get used to. You kind of hoped that Josh wouldn’t stop looking at you just so you could have an excuse to kiss Dean.
“Let’s go.” he mutters softly and gives you another peck before carefully ushering you towards the water. Dean briefly glances over and sees that Josh is trying not to look at you, but is failing miserably and he just knows that he’s going to have fun with this.
It turns out that it wasn’t so hard to ignore Josh after all. At first you struggled a little, but once you and Dean started diving a little further into the water, between him and all the ocean life, you were better off.
At one point a large sea turtle had swam right underneath the two of you and as it passed, Dean grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. Your back molded to his chest as he rolled you both to face the direction the animal was going so you could watch it swim on.
Both of your legs lightly kicked back and forth to keep you in your spot and you tried to hold your breath for as long as you could so that you could watch the turtle continue on. It was such a surreal and beautiful sight and you just wished you could stay underwater forever.
A light tap to your shoulder had you looking back and Dean pointed up to the surface, letting you know that he was in need of air probably as much as you were. So you gave in. You nod and then push yourself away from him a bit to make your way upwards and he follows right behind.
He breaks the surface seconds after you and pulls his mouthpiece out, a grin forming on his face as he looks at you.
“That was cool!”
“It was!” you giggled a little as you looked below, trying to see if the turtle had come back around or not.
“I don’t know how long we’ve been out here.” You hear him say, making you look up and follow his gaze back towards the shore where your family had gotten out and were now lounging in the sun.
“A while.” you laugh. “But that’s okay. I rather be out here than with them anyway.” His smile is genuine and it spreads to you.
“You’re doing good at ignoring him.” Your heart leaps a bit at the comment and you barely give a glance over your shoulder.
“Yeah, well…it’s easy to do when you’re having fun.” you get lost in his smile. His eyes. Then he makes it worse by shooting his tongue out across his lips, but again, you welcome the distraction.
“One more dive and then we head back?” You take his offer and think for a moment. For how much you don’t want to go back to shore, you were getting a little hungry, and seeing how much the sun had shifted it had to have been late afternoon by now.
You could hear the hustle and bustle of the many bodies that took up the large conference room before you even made it to the door. So many people talking and laughing, and you knew that your fake smile and laugh would be joining them soon.
With a squeeze of his arm, Dean had you looking up at him. He shot you a wink and started pulling you into the room without you saying if you were ready or not. He knew you weren’t, and he knew you may never be, so he was jumping into the shark tank head first while pulling you along with him.
A lot of the people you could see right off the bat were just distant aunts, uncles and cousins. People you really didn’t talk to, even at these things. They kept to their own circle while you tried to avoid yours. Out of everyone in that room there were only a few that you knew you would see this week, because it was the same few that you see every time.
Of course, there was your mom. The queen of it all and the one you wished you could hide from the most. There was your step dad that you adored. He definitely related to you more than anyone else there and you actually looked forward to seeing him every time these things came around.
Then there was your cousin, Jackie. She was your best friend and the one you could turn to about anything, includingfamily. She never ratted you out and you two were like your own little circle within a circle.
But then that brought you to your aunt Tanya and her daughter Hannah. They were set on a peg just below your mom. They were rich bitches and they always gloated. It was sickening. You honestly didn’t know which was worse sometimes, your mom or those two. If you could just avoid all three, that’d be great.
The further the two of you moved into the room, the more you felt your heart rate rise. The quartz floors sparkled as you stepped across it and the noise from the rest of the family was making you feel so small because you already knew how they saw you. Then you imagined your mom walking up to the two of you, and that just made everything crumble.
“Dean, wait.” you locked your arm in place, bringing him to a stop.
“What?” he asks as you just stand there, your eyes scanning the full room. He can see the panic in your face, your cheeks flushing.
“I can’t do this.” you finally whisper, your body turning to face him as your eyes struggle to look away from the reunion of people.
“Y/N…”
“I can’t!” you quietly cry out so that no one else notices that you’re there yet. “They’ll see right through this. My mom will see right through this and it’ll be a disaster. They are so judgmental and I just…I can’t…” Before you can even register what’s going on, Dean has pulled you a little closer and attached his lips to yours. Then his free hand meets the side of your face before he pulls away and you can do nothing but just stare at him.
“Let them judge.” A shaky breath finally leaves you and yet you can still feel his lips on yours. Like an aftershock that just won’t quit. “I need you to trust me, Y/N. Because if you don’t, you’re right, it won’t work.”
“Y/N!?” You hear your name being called from across the room before you can even begin to pull yourself back from that kiss let alone tell Dean that you trust him. Or at least tell him that you’re trying to.
“Y/N! Oh my God!” You turn just as your cousin Jackie runs up to you, an empty glass in her hand as she goes to swing her arms around you. “I’m so glad you’re here!” she squeezes you tight before pulling away, her arms still wrapped around you. “I thought you said you weren’t coming this time?”
“No. I said I mightnot be coming.”
“Oh. Well, I’m so glad you did because I missed you so much!” she cried as she pulled you back into a bone crushing hug. It wasn’t until she pulled away again that she even glanced in Dean’s direction, but once she saw him, she was awestruck.
“And who is this?” she breathes as she finally lets you go and you can’t help but chuckle at her reaction. Her eyes are locked on Dean like he’s the only one in the room and she’s practically drooling over him.
“Jackie, this is Dean. Dean, my cousin, Jackie.” you introduced, your hand gesturing between them while they stepped forward and Dean took her hand.
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“Oh, trust me…the pleasure’s allmine.”
“Jackie!” you scolded quietly, but you didn’t miss the grin on Dean’s face.
“Sorry.” she breathed again; probably the only breathing she was able to do at the moment, then she stepped back, curling the hand that Dean just had in his. “I uh…I need to top off my drink so…I’ll just leave you two alone.” She had to rip her eyes away from your date and when she locked gazes with you, she winked.
“So, that’s Jackie.” Dean states as you both watch your cousin walk away.
“Yeah. She’s great. The only one here other than my dad that I can trust with anything and who doesn’t stab me in the back.”
“Good to know.”
“There’s my princess.” Dean watched your smile grow before you turned away from him again, this time to greet an older gentleman. But the only thing that tipped him off that he was older was the gray in his hair, otherwise he was aging very well.
“Dad.” you seem to sigh in relief as you fall into his embrace.
“How are you, sweet pea?”
“I’m good.” you whisper to him before pulling away, and that’s when the man locked eyes on Dean.
You had told Dean that your step dad was in the army and with his own dad having a similar background, he made sure to stand straight and make eye contact when he looked at him.
“You didn’t tell me that you’ve been seeing someone, Y/N.”
“I know. I’m sorry, dad, it’s just been…”
“Nice to meet you sir.” Dean greets as you struggle to finish your sentence. He leans forward and takes your dad’s hand, giving it a nice firm shake.
“Good to meet you…”
“Dean.”
“Dean.” your dad repeats softly, letting his eyes rake over your date. “Military man?”
“No, sir. But my dad was.”
“Oh yeah? Where was he?”
“Marine Corps. Corporal.”
“Nice.” You smile when you see that your dad’s impressed. Not that you thought he wouldn’t be, but he also wasn’t the one to please here. At least, not the only one. “So, how long have you two been together?”
“Just about two months now.” you answer, giving Dean a bit of a break.
“Not too long then.” he says, glancing at you before locking eyes with Dean again. “Very bold of you to show up to a reunion where you’re going to meet her entire family.”
“Yeah, well…” Dean slid his arm around your waist and smiled down at you. “I know she didn’t want to come alone and I just want to make sure she’s happy.” Your dad’s smile grew as he looked between the two of you.
“I’m liking you already.”
“There she is!” The tender moment is interrupted by a familiar high voice, and though you know who it is, you wait until your eyes confirm it.
“Oh god…” you breathe, turning into Dean a bit before your mom’s hands are on your cheeks and she’s placing rough kisses all over your face.
“Oh my girl!” her hands flatten against your cheeks, practically squishing your face. “Hmm.” and here it comes…
The way she tilts her head and looks you over, you know that she’s found something that she can pick fun at. You’re just waiting to hear it.
As her right hand slides down under your chin, she pats your jaw a few times before that infamous disappointed look in her eyes makes its appearance.
“Oh, honey. It looks like you’ve gained a little weight.” You try to hold in your irritation when she lets go of you, but that’s when she sees Dean. This is going to be terrible, is all that you had going through your head. You just wanted to grip onto Dean’s hand and run for the exit.
“Oh…” her eyes rake over your date and though this entire relationship is fake, you still feel this twist in your gut that makes you want to throw up. You couldn’t believe it. Your own mother was checking out your boyfriend. Not that it surprises you, but it still bothers you nonetheless. “And who are you?”
“Mom…” Turning into Dean’s left side and wrapping your arms around him, he follows your lead and holds you close, his hand visible on your waist. “This is my boyfriend. Dean.” It shouldn’t have surprised you, but it still hit deep when she started to laugh.
“You…no. There is no way that you are dating my daughter.” Dean can feel your hand shaking against his side and to calm you, he reaches his right hand over and holds yours firm against his body, keeping his smile as he looks away from you and up to your mother.
“Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I amdating your daughter.” Her eyes slide back and forth between the two of you for a moment before she has to add one more stab.
“Was it on a dare or something?”
“Okay. Honey, why don’t we leave these two alone, let them get some food, alright?”
“Okay.” your mom giggles as your dad pulls her away, but she plants her feet at one point to shoot out another bullet. “By the way…Dean. When this doesn’t work out, you know, the two of you…I want you to know that it was reallynice to meet you.” As she sends a wink in your direction, not only is your patience gone, but so is your dad’s.
“Let’s go!” Your dad pushes, kind of giving her a shove in the other direction. After she’s a few steps away, your dad takes a hold of your arm to get your attention.
“Don’t let her get to you.”
“I try.” He pulls on a smile and kisses your cheek before giving Dean a nod.
“I’ll see you two soon.” It didn’t register with you that you were still in Dean’s embrace. Not until his left hand slid up your back.
“Well ain’t she a gem.” When all you do is nod, Dean pulls away a bit and looks down at you. He could see you absorbing everything your mother had said and saw that it was taking you over.
“Hey.” Pulling on your waist, he turns you so that you’re facing only him now and he presses two of his fingers under your chin to get you to look up at him. “You look beautiful.” But his attempt was shot down. You scoffed and rolled your eyes a bit as you tried to look behind you.
“I’m serious.” he pushes, making you look back at him. “You should listen to your dad. Shedoesn’t know what she’s talking about.” You force your eyes to drop from his again, not caring that he wanted you to look at him. You felt stupid and naïve. How could you ever think you could walk into one of these and actually meet the standards of everyone else.
“Why don’t we go grab a drink, huh?” You lift your head a bit, but not enough that it satisfies him. He just knows he’s going to have to work even harder to keep you on his level throughout this week.
“Come on.”
There were a few greetings while Dean led you through the crowd, and like always, you plastered on a smile and squeezed in a few words, but you were dying for that drink. So you made it as short and sweet as you possibly could and kept moving.
Dean was quick to put in your order as you approached the long bar and it still surprised you on how fast he learned your drink.
“So, what happened to your dad?” he asks after the bartender sets your drinks in front of you.
You look away for a minute, spotting your dad across the room and you become slightly confused on what Dean means.
“Nothing?” When Dean notices you glancing at your step dad, he can’t help but chuckle a bit.
“No. I mean your actualdad.”
“Oh.” Taking the small black stir stick, you let it roam around your glass for a second before getting up the energy to answer. “He uh…he died. When I was two.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Died doing what he loved from what I hear.” you laugh a bit before taking a sip of your drink. “I honestly don’t even remember him. I have pictures and that’s it, really.” Cradling his beer, Dean gave you a sweet smile before looking around the room. There wasn’t an abundance of people, but it was a pretty full room considering.
“So. We have breakfast tomorrow morning and a big farewell dinner at the end of the week…any other scheduled occasions I should know about?” You smile into your drink, enjoying the strength of the alcohol before bringing it to rest on the bar’s counter.
“Uh…not really. It’s mostly a go about your own business type of thing. You get to go around and do what you want, with who you want and just let the gossip circle around on its own.”
“So, I’m guessing before now, you’ve just been…”
“Stuck with my mom.” you giggle as you take another drink. “Yeah. That and my aunt Tanya and her daughter.”
“I’m guessing they’re just as bad as your mom?”
“Sometimes worse.” you admit quickly. “Tanya…she just…” you scoff lightly as you struggle to find the right words to describe your aunt. “I swear she thinks she’s the queen of this whole room. Her and my mom are the ones who usually set this up and her daughter is just as big headed as her.”
“Are you sure you weren’t adopted? Or…maybe switched at birth or something?” he jokes, but there still seems to be a hint of seriousness in there.
“You seriously have no idea how many times I’ve asked myself that same question.”
“Look who decided to show up!” The familiar voice had you tensing up again, and Dean was definitely beginning to understand why you were so tense on the days leading up to this.
He sees a woman walk up behind you, blonde hair, long and slightly curled with blue eyes and an expensive cocktail dress hugging her body down to her thighs. She had money, there was no doubt about that.
“Hannah.” you greeted with a forced smile. “Looking beautiful as ever.”
“Yeah.” she giggles. One that actually makes Dean cringe a bit on the inside. “And look at you. Dressed up in…” she pauses for a moment and takes a step back, looking you up and down. “…you know…I think I saw that in the Walmart catalog when I was at the dentist office the other day.” she laughs and you fight back the urge to punch her in the face. “It’s cute.” You know she’s lying. Hell, the bartender knows she’s lying.
You can feel Dean step up behind you, pressing himself against your back as his free hand finds your waist and you know he’s trying to give you comfort. Reminding you that he’s right there and that you need to use him to block out the verbal abuse.
“Right.” you breathe, taking in a good breath as you tilt your head up. “Hannah, this is my boyfriend, Dean.” Her eyes do the same thing your moms did. There’s a shock, but then they’re instantly eating him up and you can practically see her brain working on ways to steal him from you.
“Wow. Well, aren’t you just a big piece of eye candy.”
“Here you go, pumpkin.” Dean’s eyes avert from your cousins as a man walks up behind her, handing her a drink.
“Thanks.” she whispers to him before turning back to you and Dean, a cocky smile on her face as she looks from Dean to you. “You remember Josh, right Y/N?” You meet Josh’s gaze for a moment before turning a bit in Dean’s body.
“Hey, Y/N.” Josh greets with an almost too stiff expression.
“Hey.” you greet back, letting Dean’s body stop you from running for the door.
“Josh used to be Y/N’s boyfriend way back when.” Hannah spits out with a large grin as she locks eyes with Dean. “Don’t worry. You’ll come to your senses too. Just give it time.”
Not taking another word, you set your glass down on the bar and slip out of Dean’s embrace. He looks over his shoulder as he watches you moving quickly through the crowd, heading for the wall of large floor to ceiling windows and glass doors.
“Hmm. Typical.” Dean hears your cousin scoff out and he sends her a bit of a glare before following your same path.
He hated to admit that you were right. He didn’t take you as seriously as he should have when you talked about your family, but he was here now and to be honest, he was grateful he was. No one deserved to be treated this way. He honestly wasn’t sure why you even made the trip every time it came up. But of course your mom would probably just come and hunt you down if you didn’t show. It was clear that everyone saw you in the same light. Everyone but your step dad and your cousin Jackie. Again, just like you said.
As he reached the doors and stepped out into the warm evening air, it didn’t take him long to look down the way and see you leaning against the metal railing. He weaved through a few rows of tables before coming up alongside you.
“You sure you’re not regretting coming with me?” He grinned a bit before leaning on the rail next to you.
“Meh. But it’d be kind of fucked up to leave you right now.” You huffed out a little laugh, but still hadn’t looked in his direction.
“I wouldn’t blame you though.”
It remained silent for a few minutes after that. Both of you just looked out to the ocean, listening to the waves rolling in and creeping up onto the shore. A light breeze brought you some comfort, but it didn’t take away the knowledge of everyone inside the building behind you.
“I thought you only had one long relationship.” Dean finally breaks the silence, feeling guilty for bringing up such a sensitive topic but was too curious to wipe it away.
“I did.” you reply fairly quickly, your voice as strained as he expected it to be. “It was with Josh.” you admit before going quiet for a few more beats. In that time, Dean felt the crushing pain just rolling off you.
“It was so weird. We were in high school so…I wasn’t sure if it would last or not. But I was happy, and there was always this little sliver of hope that maybe this could be it. Maybe after all those years of…ugh.” you stop to sniffle and wipe away some stray tears.
“I thought I had finally caught my break. But…at one of our family BBQ’s, I caught Hannah talking to him, and she was giggling and…touching him. It was clear she was flirting with him. But he seemed to always brush her off, you know? I thought that he was just being polite since she was family and all that.” He saw your jaw lock up a bit and another tear slide down the side of your face, but this one you just let go.
“But then the following year…I had lost him in the crowd somewhere. Was trying to find him to see if he wanted to help me get the dessert out and set it up.” your head dropped a bit as you and you sniffled a few more times. “I finally found him after about ten minutes. He was up in my room…with her.” Dean’s eyes fell shut as he could practically picture what you walked in on.
“That was one of the last times we had a BBQ at our house and my mom started doing these destination things. But, every year….there they are.”
“I’m so sorry.” Dean finally says, not sure what else he can say to that.
“They always win. I really don’t know why I keep trying sometimes. I mean…when I emailed you I was just so irritated about all the texts I was getting. I told my mom that I might not be able to make it because of work, and she had spread word so fast. My phone was blowing up with texts and emails…and I couldn’t take it. I was hoping that if I could bring someone, that maybe…just maybe they would look at me and for once not have anything to say but congratulations.” Dean’s jaw ticked as he felt the frustration seep into him.
“I’m such a fucking idiot to think that could be a thing.”
“No, you’re not.” he could hear you scoff. “You’re not. It’s not right how they treat you and it’s only normal to want that kind of acceptance from your family. You’re not an idiot, Y/N.” You could feel his hand meet your upper back and he began to lightly massage your neck. But as the two of you heard a faint, “There you are.” in the distance, his hand slid down your back. You both pulled away from the rail and looked over to see your stepdad heading your way with a soft smile on his face.
“I was just about to call it a night, but I had to say goodnight to my girl.” And just like that, Dean saw your sadness disappear and a smile spread across your face as you went in for a hug with the man. “That, and I wanted to see if you wanted to use me as your own escape decoy.”
“He knows me.” you say to Dean after a few moments of just smiling at your father.
The three of you then keep close as you make your way through the crowded room and out the other side. The halls were quiet as everyone was still chatting and drinking away in the large room.
“You two are on the third floor, right?”
“Yeah.” Your dad hit the silver button on the elevator and stood with you both until it arrived. “Thanks, dad.”
“Of course. I know that I’ve had my fair share, so I knew you had to be ready to run for the exit.” The three of you share a light laugh and that’s when the elevator doors open. “You two have a good night.”
“He really does get you.” Dean says after your dad heads down the hall and the two of you step into the elevator.
You had ended up dozing off a bit on the plane, but when you woke you saw that Dean was just sitting patiently and playing on his phone. He saw you shift and looked over, smiling at you when he saw your eyes open and you had smiled back, desperately trying not to think too much about how your hair was probably all messed up and that you probably looked like something out of a horror movie.
The plane was getting ready to descend after you had sat up and ran your fingers through your hair a few times, and you were grateful that you had gotten up before the captain got on the intercom because you have woken up from that before and damn, if your heart had not been attached to veins and locked inside your chest, it would for sure have been on the floor. That is a very disturbing way to wake up.
“Good afternoon everybody. It looks like we’re just about ten minutes away from landing at Sangster International airport, so I would like for you to take this time to clean up any trash you may still have, make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened and that your tray tables are up and locked in place.” Seeing as Dean was using his tray table to rest his hands on while he messed around on his phone, he pulled away and locked it in place. He even got a drink some time while you were sleeping, because he downed the rest of the clear liquid and waited for the flight attendants to come around so he could toss it.
“It is approximately three forty eight, Montego Bay time, and it is still bright and sunny with a temperature at about eighty two degrees. So make sure your seats are in their upright positions and prepare for landing. And let me be the first to welcome you to Montego Bay, Jamaica.”
“For someone who is about to land in paradise, you sure seem tense.” Though your eyes were on the water outside your window, you couldn’t help but roll your them and then glare over at your companion playfully, making him chuckle.
“You just wait. Once you meet my family you won’t be questioning why I’m so tense anymore.”
“They can’t be that bad.” he mutters just before the flight attendants come by, and that’s when he tosses his cup in the large trash bag, thanking them quietly before turning back to you. But that grin he had was making you feel like he wasn’t taking you as seriously as he should be.
“Well, you know those families where everyone is out of their mind but at the end of the day they’re your family, so you love them?” With a half grin still plastered to his face, he nods. “Mine’s not like that.” and finally, that grin that was bothering you finally dropped a little.
“I love my dad.” you add, bringing back his smile just a bit. “But, since he’s my stepdad, he’s technically not family. He’s more like a hostage.” The quiet snort made you smile, but again, you wish you were kidding. Only time would give him the truth.
Getting off the plane was smoother than most experiences you’ve had in the past. Dean had slid out pretty quickly, gesturing for you to hurry and unbuckle yourself as he went to pull down your bags. Once he had them in his grasp, he nodded for you to take the lead, and just like that the two of you were off the plane within the first five minutes of it parking at the gate.
Of course, waiting for your luggage at baggage claim was a waiting game, but after sitting for over six hours, it just felt good to be standing finally.
With luggage in tow, the two of you maneuvered through the airport, making your way to the rental car counter. That was another few steps too, and you hated the inner battle that was going on inside you. You were anxious to get this done so you could get to the hotel and relax, but at the same time you were still dreading the whole family interaction. So where did that leave you exactly? Your own personal purgatory; and yet, somehow that seemed better than anything else right now.
“And how many drivers are we going to have?”
“Well…” Dean glanced to you, but then quickly turned back to the woman behind the counter. “I think I’m going to do most of the driving, but I’d put her name down just in case she needs to run away from me.” A quiet snicker comes from you as he nudges your arm, giving you a quick smile before you start to give the woman your info.
Once everything was squared away, she walked you both outside and took you to the rental car that you would have for the week. After everything was set, Dean stuck the bags in the back of the SUV and then hopped in next to you in the drivers seat.
“How you doing over there?” As he starts up the car, you notice that he caught you nervously playing with your hands.
“I’m alright.” He nods. Grateful that you’re being honest with him.
After pushing the shifter into drive, his right hand reached over and took a hold of yours, squeezing a bit as he focused on getting you both out of the airport parking lot.
The first few minutes of the drive were quiet, but Dean wanted to go over a few more basics that weren’t gone over on the plane. Like your birthday, your favorite color, favorite food, music genre, movies. Anything that someone you’re dating would clearly know about.
“Son of a…” All the cars parked in the parking lot had your heart beating like crazy and your stomach flipping, and not in a good way. This was it. Before this moment it was all talk and emails, but now you were here and you brought your hired date.
“They seriously rented this entire place out?” You nod as Dean pulls the car through the lot, looking for a good spot to park.
“Yeah. So, unless they work here, everyone you see from here on out is my family.”
The mixture of palm trees and other greenery was a beautiful welcome as you both walked into the lobby. The humidity was surprisingly not too bad considering it was mid afternoon.
Dean was gentleman enough to take your bag along with his, letting you only carry your carry on bag over your shoulder.
Check in was easy. Your mom had already set your room on the third floor, so once you gave the people at the desk your name, they smiled and handed you your key cards and let you be on your way.
“Alright…” you said as you both stepped into the suite. The family had chosen this destination in the past, so it wasn’t anything new to you; Dean on the other hand, despite all his destination weddings, his eyes were slightly widened as he looked around.
The king sized bed was just off to the left, white sheets, white comforter with teal accent pillows; across from that was a nice wooden dresser with a flat screen on top. Bathroom was off to your left too, and he was sure that it was huge without even being able to see inside it yet. Then a nice seating area just beyond a wooden archway equipped with a sofa and a small table that fit two; and just beyond that, the balcony with a perfect view of the ocean.
“We have just over an hour before we meet downstairs for cocktails.”
“Okay.” Dean cleared his throat, going back to focusing on you. “So…is tonight the black tie night, or…” Right, the other thing about this week. You had made sure Dean had gotten a tux for this week because that was just another one of their crazy traditions.
“No. Not tonight. Tonight, just wear jeans and a nice shirt.”
“So…what’s the tux for?” Sighing heavily, you pulled your shoes off and dropped them by the side of the bed that you have officially claimed.
“The tux is for the last night. Like some…fancy final goodbye that they do.” Dean nodded and went to set his bag by the dresser. “You mind if I take the shower first?” As he looked back to you, his eyes shifted to the bathroom briefly.
“No. Go for it.”
“Thanks.” you force a quick, nervous smile and then move around the bed, squeezing passed him before slipping into the bathroom. Dean took that time to look around a little more.
The place wasn’t big, but it was gorgeous and honestly the perfect size for two people for a week. But one thing he noticed was it lacked a kitchen. Not even a little nook was hidden anywhere. It was one straight room separated into three sections. The bedroom and bathroom, the little sitting area and then the balcony which held a nice table set and…a tub?
His face in a slight scowl, he moves out to the balcony, loving how the ocean is the only thing he can see except the palm trees swaying around him. You had a corner unit which almost made the balcony feel bigger than the actual room. But right now, his interest was in this tub. There was seriously a tub on the balcony. A sleek, freestanding tub waiting for someone to fill it with water and slip in. There was a thick curtain that was hooked to the wall that he could release if he wanted, though Dean didn’t think it would actually be necessary. Being as high as you were and the area that was visible from the balcony, someone would have to be out in the ocean to see one of you in there. Even then, they’d be too far out to even make out any nakedness.
But now, back to his other dilemma. No kitchen. What happened when he would want a beer later in the night, or some snacks when he couldn’t sleep?
As he moved back into the room, he glanced around a bit before seeing a slim book on the coffee table. After opening it, he could see that this place was strictly room service. But at least it was 24/7. That made him feel a little better.
After wrapping one of the robes around you and towel drying your hair, you couldn’t help but just stand there and stare into the mirror. None of this felt real. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you hired a man to be your date for the week. You have literally put down enough money for a down payment on a brand new car just so that you didn’t have to be alone this week.
You still had your doubts and they were screaming in your head. With every passing minute you were getting closer and closer to facing your mother and you had this sickening feeling that she was going to see right through this.
Taking a final deep breath and running your fingers through your damp hair, you turned for the door and tried to put on your brave face. If such a thing even existed.
The first thing you noticed when you stepped out was his shirt laying across the bed. Right next to the outfit he was most likely wearing for the evening. But it didn’t click with you what you were seeing until you looked up at the man who was now moving towards you.
An involuntary gasp shook through you as your eyes landed on the half naked man in your room. The perfectly sculpted chest along with the perfectly toned muscles in his shoulders and arms…they about made you pass out.
The drink he was handing to you was completely ignored as all you could look at was his exposed torso, but you somehow were able to pull yourself together and take the glass from him, studying it for a moment before letting a small grin pull at your face.
“My favorite.”
“I’m good at my job.” his hand brushes yours as he pulls it away, but he leans in at the same time. You can feel his breath against your neck before he even speaks.
“Relax.” he whispers right into your ear. His sultry voice coming out extremely sexy. Or maybe that was just because you saw him shirtless and everything about him was making you think dirty thoughts.
You’re able to sneak another look before he disappears completely and when you hear the shower turn on, you try so hard not to picture him stripping his pants off.
You knew you were screwed. This week was literally going to kill you one way or another. It was either going to be at the hands of your mother, Dean or possibly even yourself. But inevitably, you were dead.
While he showered, you took that time to relax. Or attempt to do so. You figured he wouldn’t be long and this gave your hair some time to dry before you got dressed and put on your makeup. You were just trying so hard to stop your stomach from twirling. It felt like it was getting harder and harder to ignore and you were sure that it wasn’t going to stop.
Dean was in the shower for no more than ten minutes, which was perfect. With just about a half hour left, you had just enough time to get dressed and fix your face up a little and then…well, you really didn’t want to think about that.
With only a towel wrapped around his waist, it was even harder not to stare now than it was before.
“Bathroom’s all yours.” You had no choice but to gulp down the lodge in your throat.
“Thanks.” Having to literally fight your eyes from staring, you slid by him, and you just knew that he knew what he was doing to you. That’s why he didn’t move out of the way.
“You’re allowed to look, you know? It’s all part of the package.” You pause at the door and you know that your attempt at a smile is just plain idiotic. You had to look like some loner teen who walked in on the hot couple having sex. You couldn’t even look him in the eye before disappearing into the steamy room.
Thankfully the meeting place is just downstairs cause it takes you longer to get ready than you expect. But the little show you had before tucking yourself away in there didn’t help matters.
All the men you could have chosen for this week were good looking, but you’re pretty sure that you had booked the hottest guy they had. And you didn’t even do it on purpose!
The final touches of your makeup were applied and that’s when you looked over yourself again. This time as a finished product. You felt pretty, but you knew that your mom would find something wrong with it. Whether it be the outfit or you. Just another thing to look forward to.
Running your hands through your hair, you turned for the door. You weren’t ready by any means but you didn’t really have a choice.
As you stepped out of the bathroom, you caught Dean just getting off the couch. He must have heard you come out and by the looks of it, he was ready to go.
Dark jeans and a white, short sleeved button up made him drool worthy. He looked dressy and yet casual, which is exactly what you were going for. Tonight was just a quick gathering, pretty much showing off who had shown up and who didn’t.
“You look great.” At his compliment, you practically had forgotten what you were wearing.
Your white dress was flowy and loose. The perfect outfit for a warm night in paradise. The deep V neck had you worried about your cleavage, but it was honestly the only dress you could find that fit the atmosphere, that fit you and was affordable.
“Thank you.” Stepping around the end of the bed, Dean held out his arm, waiting for you to hook yours in.
“Ready?”
Again, sorry for the long Hiatus! Hoping to be able to stick around a little while now! love you all, hope you enjoyed the new installment! Chapter 4 will be coming soon!
You never really considered yourself a very confident person, but you had to admit, getting a little dressed up and taking the time to pretty up your face was giving you a chance to smile at yourself.
The makeup was light, but you added a few more touches that you usually wouldn’t. You applied a little bit of foundation, just to give your face that little bit of glow, then you added a little lip gloss. Something to pop your lips a little more, some color and a little shimmer. Eyeliner and mascara were your go tos for everyday life, but they seemed to even brighten up your face more with the help of the others.
Smiling at yourself, you then reached for the earrings you had chosen for the night. Taking the back off one, you turn your head a bit and slip the hook in your ear lobe with ease. Something you don’t always get since you lack earrings on a day to day basis. Just another thing you only do for special occasions.
Preparing the second earring, you could hear large boots taking on the stairs out in the other room. You smile even more knowing that Dean was home and you couldn’t wait to see what he thought of your little get up.
“Hey! I’m just about done, I’ll be out in a sec!” you yell out to him as you slide in your second earring, this one of course giving you a little more fight than the last. But once you got it in, you grabbed the small back piece and slowly made your way out into the other room; your smile as big as ever as you turned the corner because you were overly excited to see him after such a long day.
“Hey! How was your…” your sentence and excitement were immediately cut off when you saw him. Instead of being met with his bright smile and amazing green eyes, you saw his beautiful lips in a frown, his head low and his lively eyes full of confusion and hurt.
“Hey…” Walking up to him, you place your hand along his arm as you try to get him to look up at you. “What is it? What happened?” His tongue poked out against his lips briefly before he was able to look up, and you swear that only hurt you more.
“I uh…I’m sorry, I hate to do this but, can…” he finally looks you in the eye, regret spilling from him as he shakes his head a bit. “…can we just stay in tonight?”
“Yeah.” There was no question, and never would be. Not when he looked like that. “Of course we can.” you say, calming him as you lift your hand to his chest and run your fingers over his white button up.
“I um…why don’t you go and get out of this.” you tug on the lapel of his jacket a bit. “And I um…I’ll head upstairs and order us something, okay?”
“Okay.” he agrees, his right hand coming up to your hip and holding you there for a moment as he dips down and kisses you on the cheek.
You watch him walk into the bedroom before you carefully make your way up stairs and go for the take out menus in the kitchen. Sam and Sarah went out on their own date, so it was just the two of you in the house now. You find one of your favorite places and call them up, putting in an order fairly quickly before heading back downstairs to change out of your dress and heels and into your pajamas.
Dean was in the bathroom at that time, so by the time he came out, you were just finishing up. You hung your dress back up and then went into the bathroom to remove the mask you had applied not too long ago. You were sad to see it go, but you also knew that Dean would definitely give you another chance to do it again.
When you left the bathroom for the second time that night, you smiled softly when you saw Dean sitting on the couch, the controller resting on his thigh while his hand lazily laid over it. He was looking in the direction of the TV, but you were sure by the blankness on his face that he wasn’t paying any attention to it. Moving around the back of the couch, he didn’t even look up at you, which confirmed your thoughts.
Resting your hands on his shoulders, you start to massage them a bit, finally getting his attention. He attempts to look over his shoulder at you, but you just barely get a view of the side of his face before he drops his head.
Carefully, you climb over the back of the couch, spreading your legs so that Dean’s body fits perfectly between them before continuing to work the stress out of his neck and shoulders.
“I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but you know I’m here if you need to, right?” He remains silent, his head just dangling as he enjoys the feeling of your hands working their magic. But, then his right hand lifts and lands on yours, effectively stopping your movements.
At first you thought that maybe you hurt him. Maybe he got into a fight or he just got hurt on some job he was on and you hit an injured spot.
“Eddie lied to me.” You lean a bit to the left as you try to look at him, but his head is still low. Though at least he’s looking more in your direction now.
“About what?”
“About Cassies killer.” Your eyes widen a bit, but you don’t truly know how bad it is yet. “They don’t have him.”
“What!?” your shock came out more like a cry. “Why would he lie about that?” Dean shakes his head a bit, letting his hand fall from yours now.
You take that opportunity to climb over the rest of the couch and you slide into his lap, straddling him now as your hands meet the sides of his face.
“Dean…”
“Bobby said they had him. They had DNA evidence and they were so close to getting him.”
“So…what happened?” Now that he was talking again, you let your hands slip down his neck, your nails lightly scraping against his skin as you tried to continue with the comforting touches.
“They lost it.” he nods at your shock. “Someone stole it all. Everything they had…it’s gone.”
“Someone…wait, what?” As if it was like he was hearing it all for the first time, he lifts his head and looks away from you for a moment. “Someone stole it? Like…came into the station or the lab or whatever, and stole it.”
“Yeah.”
“But…how does…”
“I don’t know.” Feeling defeated yourself from this information, you let your hands fall from him, your mind racing as you stare down at his chest.
“But…why lie about it? Why not just…not tell you anything and just…”
“Cause they did get someone.” As you looked to him for answers, he took a deep breath and slid his hands along your waist. “Apparently there were two of them. They caught the guy who attacked her outside the bar. But the one who…”
“Is still out there.” you finished the sentence that neither of you wanted to complete. “Either that, or someone’s covering for the person who did.”
“Yeah.” Now that everything was out, the hurt hit you. It felt like a punch to the gut, and you didn’t even want to think about how he was feeling.
“I’m so sorry.” you whisper softly, your hands sliding back up his chest and up to the base of his neck. “I can’t even…” Dean sighs softly through his nose, his right hand sliding across your arm until he reaches your cheek.
“It’s okay.” his thumb drags along your skin, his eyes exhausted as he looks at you. “I just…I don’t even know how to feel right now.” Your hands slowly meet the sides of his face as you lean in, your lips lightly brushing against his.
“I’m sorry for canceling our date.” he whispers against your lips, his eyes closed as he grips the exposed skin on your waist.
“You didn’t cancel it. You just changed the plans.” you stole another kiss before he could apologize anymore.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to make anything up to me.” With your forehead resting against his, you run your fingers along his neck and up into his hair where you start to lightly massage his scalp. He releases a quiet, satisfied moan and lets his head fall forward even more. You chuckle a little as you sit back a bit, letting his head rest on your chest now. He lets out a drawn out breath, clearly comfortable in his new position.
You keep running the tips of your fingers through his soft strands, even letting them travel down the back of his neck here and there. Dean didn’t seem to mind. He just continued to release quiet noises of agreement.
When his hands lightened their grip on your waist though, you let out a breathy chuckle as you tried to look at his hidden face.
“Don’t fall asleep before food gets here.” His groan this time was a little deeper. Obviously that’s exactly what was happening. “You need to eat something.” you giggle, still enjoying the feeling of his hair slipping between your fingers.
“Then you should probably stop doing that.”
“But I love your hair.” He smiles a little before lifting his head. Your hands slide back along his neck as he sits up; his sleepy, yet adorable eyes looking into yours. You think he’s going to say something, but instead he just leans in.
Dean only planned on a quick, sweet kiss, but the thing is, your lips were a drug to him. The way they moved with his just kept him wanting more. So the one turned into two, then into three. When he finally forces separation, he keeps close as he lets his fingers run along your side.
Warnings- Not much, slight angst, set up for next chapter really.
Word Count- 999
“Sam, please just tell me what he said,” I run my hands through my hair as I follow Sam out of the kitchen and into the hall. Sam keeps walking though, well more like sprinting compared to me since his legs are as long as a goddamn giants.
“Samuel Winchester! Turn around right now and talk to me dammit!” I yell to him, exhausted with the fact he keeps acting like a child.
Sam stops and I watch from behind as he lifts his shoulders and lets out a sigh. He turns around and gives me a sad and knowing look.
“Y/n.”
I stop him before he can give me his pity, “No Sam. I don’t want that pitiful puppy dog look you give people when you feel bad for them. Dean has been gone for 3 weeks now and I haven’t heard a single word from him, but I know you’ve talked to him. I know you have. Please Sam,” I walk over to him and grab his arm pleadingly, “What is he doing? Where is he?”
Sam stares at my hand that’s placed on his arm for a moment and slowly shakes his head in disapproval.
“He’s fine Y/N, really. He just needs some time.”
I throw my hands in the air in annoyance, “Time for what! Dean Winchester doesn’t take time for anything. He’s Dean friggin Winchester! The same Dean Winchester who says that he would rather crash Baby into a wall than mope over things that he can’t fix.”
“Y/n. You almost died. Dean held your practically lifeless body in his arms and he couldn’t do anything to help you. That takes a toll on a person, especially Dean.”
“I know Sam, trust me, I have the friggin scar and medical bills to prove it. But, Dean has lost a lot of people and he’s gotten back on his feet like it was nothing. I’m not dead Sam, I don’t get why it took such a toll on him.” I try to reason with him, but he just looks at me like I haven’t figured something so obvious out yet and that he knows something that I don’t.
“What?” I question him. “What do you know that I don’t?”
“You really don’t see it do you?” He questions me.
My eyebrows furrowed together, “See what?”
Sam lets out a sigh, and starts to think to himself. His face starts to make slight movements as if he’s debating with himself.
‘ “Samuel.” I give him an annoyed stare.
“Hey, don’t give me that mom glare.”
“What do you know about mothers?” I felt bad as soon as I opened my mouth.
“Ouch.” Sam responded sarcastically.
“I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry Sammy. I’m just…” Sam stopped me.
“I know Y/N, don’t worry about it.”
“You’re not going to tell me are you?” I ask Sam, already knowing the answer.
“I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t betray Dean like that.”
I turn around a walk away without another glance at him, ignoring him calling out to me. I walk to my room and push open the door and throw myself onto my bed. I think to myself of all the possibilities of what Sam wasn’t telling me, but it all comes up blank.
I lay there for another moment before an idea comes to mind. I quickly grab my phone from my pocket and dial a number. I wait a few moments listening to the ringer until a woman’s voice comes up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jo. Care for some company?”
`”I’m sorry Y/N, like I told you before Dean called me 2 weeks ago and said quote on quote, “I need space.” whatever the hell that means.’’ Jo said from behind the bar as she dried off a glass.
“And you’ve heard nothing since,” She simply shakes her head. I turn on my stool and turn to Ash who is at the end of the bar half drunk, “What about you Ash? Have you talked to him?” Ash quickly lifts his head and shakes it, waking himself out of his stupor.
“Well, no.” My shoulders sink in disappointment, “We did share a few texts though. If that helps any.” My spirits suddenly perk up.
“Dean texted you? What did he say? Did he tell you where he was?” I ask him walking over to him.
He brushes a hand through his mullet, “Well he doesn’t really know how to use emojis, you should really teach him or he’s going to end up texting the wrong person the wrong thing if you know what I’m saying.” He raises his eyebrows in suggestion.
“Ash. Do you know where he is?”
Ash pulls out the stool next to him and pats it for me.
“Sit young Obi-Wan, let the master tell you what he knows.”
After listening to Ash’s overly long story of Dean texting him about a case in Minnesota, I thanked him and said my goodbyes to him and Jo. And quickly drove to the address Ash got from Dean’s cell. After a handful of hours I finally got to the motel Dean was supposed to be staying at and bribed the pervy desk-clerk into giving me Dean’s room number. So much for privacy.
I stand in front of Dean’s door hoping to Chuck that when I knock a half naked woman doesn’t answer instead. I stop delaying and raise my hand to the door and knock.
I wait for what seems like forever, the anxiety sets in after I start to wonder if Dean had already left and I’ve missed him. After waiting another minute, I turn around back towards my car and begin to walk towards it until I hear the door open from behind me.
“Y/N? What the hell are you doing here?”
I turn around and lock eyes with the one and only Dean Winchester. Who doesn’t look nearly as excited to see me as I am to see him.
Dean Winchester had been Y/N Y/L/N’s best friend for a long time. High school was the best time for both of them. He was on the wrestling team, and she was at the top of the academic class. No matter the social status, they had remained best friends. It did also help that Y/N took no bullshit from anyone.
Dean had arrived home with a brown paper bag. He rushed up the stairs and to his room, laying on his belly and reaching under the bed for an old Thundercats lunchbox. He popped it open and placed the bag inside.
“Hey, Dean!” a voice called from behind him.
Dean glanced quickly over his shoulder and rolled his eyes when he spotted his younger brother, Sam. “Damn it Sammy, what? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Sam let out a small chuckle, “Mom wants to know what you want for dinner?” the younger Winchester made his way deeper into Dean’s room. “And what are you doing?”
“None of your business, shrimp,” he said as he pushed Sam away from his bed. “You can tell Mom that anything is fine with me as long as there’s pie for dessert.” Dean got up and forgot to put the lunchbox back under his bed.
When Dean tried to push Sam out of the room, Sam took the opportunity to dodge his brother and grab the lunchbox. He was about to pull the bag Dean had put inside when Dean snatched it from him.
“Get out of my room, now,” he growled at his younger brother.
“What’s in the Bag?” Sam asked as he tried to reach for the lunch box. “And why are you hiding it?”
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.”
