The Truth

It’s been a while I know but my life is just a hot mess anymore haha. Hope you like it though. :) I’m posting from my phone I’ll add the tag list later today ☺️

Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.

Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby

Warnings: Nothing?

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Part 1Part 11

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. 

Warnings: Blood.

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Part 1​ Part 9

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 

Dean Winchester x OC Claudia

Warnings: Language maybe?

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Part 1 Part 3 

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.

“How’s it look?”

“You’ll like it.” He says smirking down at me.

“I better.” I say sticking my tongue out at him.

A Supernatural Journey - Summary

Serie Summary : Two best friends meet two brothers.

Pairing : Dean Winchester x Eva (OC), Sam Winchester x Emily (OC)

Warnings : Some fluff, angst, guilt

Words : 9 853

A/N : Hey ! It’s been a while but I’m back on writing this series. Another chapter is ready already and I’m working on the next one. Hope you’ll like it :)

A/N 2 : All mistakes are mine

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Eva’s POV:

The soft sound of guitar reached my ears and pierced through my brain, making the dream disappear. I squeezed my eyes tightly, praying to go back to sleep and get a few more hours. But unfortunately I had to get up, and go to work.

I reached for my phone, following the music until my hand found the device on the nightstand, quickly turning off the alarm, probably sending it to sing five minutes later. As I put my hand back on the mattress and buried the side of my face in the pillow, I felt something move besides me. Then a growl.

“Fuck…”

I immediately opened my eyes, only meeting darkness and wondering who had just spoken. Then my brain quickly connected the dots.

Dean had stayed with me last night. And for once, until morning.

I didn’t have time to move before his hand reached for my waist and brought my body closer to his. I gladly let him.

“What the hell was that?” He growled in my ear, his voice lower and a bit broken with sleep. Like a bear waking up from hibernation. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“My alarm. I have to get up.” I explained and felt him shake his head behind me.

The hunter let his hand wander on my side before finding my belly like he had last night, bringing me even closer to him. I didn’t fight because being close to Dean was becoming something I really enjoyed, so I once again let him. But then I remembered I had to go to work and therefore get up from the bed, wake up Emily and get ready in order to leave at 5:00.

So I sighed and tried to move away from him but he tightened his grip on me, refusing to let me move.

“Dean…” I started but he quickly cut me off, putting the top of his head on my neck.

“Five more minutes.” He said and sounded like a child, complaining about waking up because he had to go to school.

I smiled at this and tried to talk again, explaining to him that I really had to get up and get ready.

“I’m sorry, I would love to but I really have to get up. But you can stay in bed, you know.” I told him even though what I truly wanted was to stay here with him. The pain in my eyes from the lack of sleep was intense and my whole body was tired, screaming at me to stay in bed and sleep seven more hours. Even more if it was in Dean’s arms.

But once again, Dean disagreed and spoke behind me.

“Come on, five more minutes won’t kill you. I sleep better with you.” He confessed in a whisper, as if it had just slipped away from him and he hadn’t meant to say it. I stopped my movements, letting his words sink before grinning at the idea of Dean sleeping better when I was with him.

So I decided to let him have his five more minutes and rested my head on the pillow. The hunter nuzzled behind me and I sighed, enjoying the gesture. I wouldn’t have guessed that Dean Winchester, the hunter of monsters and savior of the apocalypse, was a big cuddler but I sure enjoyed it. Being a cuddler myself, I surely didn’t mind the physical touch.

I gently put my hand on his forearm disappearing under the covers and the hem of my shirt. The feeling of his warm skin under my fingertips was something quickly addicting. And when his warm breath landed on my neck, some shivers awakened on my body.

“What time is it anyway?” He mumbled, as if his mouth was barely opened.

I moved away to grab my phone again and immediately squinted, the light burning my eyes. I heard Dean growl behind me and I finally saw the time, making me sigh loudly.

“4:37 a.m.” I told him, putting the phone back on the nightstand, knowing the alarm would ring again in two minutes but still decided to enjoy those two minutes left.

“It’s way too early.” The hunter complained and I couldn’t agree more.

“I know…” I said back and brought the cover up to our bodies, the brown sheet resting on the top of my shoulder.

I closed my eyes again and having them shut made me fall back asleep almost instantly. The warmth of the covers and the body next to me created a pleasant cocoon I wanted to stay in forever. I felt calm, I felt safe, I felt good. My brain quickly started to shut, ready to let me dream again for a few seconds when Dean brought me closer to him in a sudden movement, pressing his chest to my back and his lower body to mine, his nose hidden in my hair. One of his legs slightly found its way between mine and his crotch gently met the small of my back, allowing me to feel his morning wood pressing from the down of my spine to the line between my ass cheeks. Before I could suppress it, a gasp of surprise passed my lips at the feeling.

Almost immediately, Dean moved away a little, putting some space between his morning wood and my body before speaking.

“Sorry for poking you.”

I smiled at this, loving how he was apologizing for this even if he was spending his whole time being cocky and teasing me. I slowly bit my lip, trying to not think about Dean having an erection next to me but my brain was too foggy and the filters to my mouth weren’t activated yet.

So I replied.

“Don’t be. It’s normal, isn’t it?”

Then quickly added.

“Or are you just really happy to see me?” I teased and immediately felt Dean snorting behind me.

“Not even fully awake and you already have a filthy mouth.” He said, not hiding the smile and playfulness in his voice. I laughed loudly, quickly bringing my hand to my mouth, covering the sounds.

 
Dean chuckled too and I turned around, laying on my back, trying to perceive his face in the darkness. The light in the hallway didn’t allow me to see much, especially since he had his back to it but I could still catch a glimpse of his smile. I didn’t know if he could see me blushing, both because of my own comment and because he was in a bed with me after spending the night here, a bulge in his boxer and his arm around my waist. But I hoped he couldn’t because the more I thought about those facts the more I liked them and the more I was reddening.

Dean was about to say something, starting to open his mouth when my phone rang again, making me flinch in surprise. The hunter sighed and growled again.

“Let it ring.” Dean said, laying on his back too and his left hand left my body, taking his warmth with him. He rubbed his face with his hands and let one wander to his hair.

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do

I knew I had to turn off the alarm but I wanted to watch him a bit more, enjoying this moment a bit more, before he had to leave the room and pretend nothing had ever happened, just like all of our kisses.

Is to save everyday ‘til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you


Emily’s POV:

All I could feel was warmth. Such a warmth. But also tiredness and pain in my eyes.

I tried to turn around as my dream slowly faded away but something around my body and on my back kept me in place. I froze, trying to open my eyes but quickly decided otherwise when I felt the pain in them. Like I had cried them out the night before.

Then everything came back to me. I had indeed cried. And in front of Sam.

I wanted to slap myself, to run away, to hide forever and never face anyone ever again as regret invaded my mind. I wanted to punch myself, scream and disappear as shame made itself known. A feeling of disgust and guilt took place in my stomach and I closed my eyes tightly, praying for it to go away and leave me alone.

How could I have been so stupid?

Then a sound reached my ears.

Bum-bump. Bum-bump. Bum-bump.

A heartbeat. There was a heartbeat under me and I was now sure the weight and strength holding me were arms. And the warmth on the small of my back was without doubts hands. And it could only be one’s arms and hands.

Sam’s.

The war in my head began. As much as I was regretting showing him how lonely and horrible I had felt, another part of me loved this feeling of safety and comfort that being in his arms was giving me. His warmth wrapped around me creating a serenity and I’d never felt such a pleasant sensation.

But I couldn’t stay here, I couldn’t stay in Sam’s arms. I couldn’t feel what I was feeling when I was laying on top of him and hugging him. I couldn’t feel what I had felt when he said I was everything he looked for in a woman. I couldn’t feel what I had felt when he had kissed me. I couldn’t feel all this because I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve a man like him. I didn’t deserve anything good. Not me.

I felt a pain in my chest, like my heart was tightening and no blood could come in anymore. My blood started to boil in my veins. The anger, mostly towards myself, increased and I just wanted to be alone.

I pictured myself pushing Sam’s arms and the cover away, leaving the room without looking back. But a part of me, the hopeful and weak part of me, refused to break the little bubble I was in. So I stayed frozen, trying as hard as I could to stop my mind from thinking about where I was and instead tried to find a way to leave without waking Sam up. Tried to find a way to leave that perfect but terrifying bubble.


Eva’s POV:

I finally turned around, stopped the song, and blindly searched for the switch on the nightstand. When I felt the button under my fingers, I slightly turned my head towards Dean.

“Watch out for your eyes.” I told him and he didn’t have time to finish his “What?” before I turned on the light.

Dean growled and I immediately narrowed my eyes at the sudden light, trying to adjust them to the brightness. I properly sat on the bed and ran my hands on my face, trying to erase every ounce of sleep left, knowing nothing would be completely gone until 10:30 a.m. I stretched my body, raising my hands towards the sky as far as I could before letting them fall on my lap again, yawning loudly.

To say I was tired was an understatement.

I slowly turned around to face the older Winchester and spotted him rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. I couldn’t help but think he was adorable. When he stopped, he raised his head and his green eyes found my brown ones. A wave of embarrassment reached my whole body and I broke eye contact, turning my head.

My eyes landed on the stuffed lion and I couldn’t repress the little smile that spread my lips. It was so sweet, so cute of a gift and I liked it even more as the freaking vessel of an archangel had bought that for me on my birthday. Dean technically wasn’t anyone and yet he had offered me a stuffed animal because he was afraid I wouldn’t like his other present.

I felt the bed moving, breaking my thoughts and I turned my head towards the movement, seeing the hunter straightening in the bed and putting his back against the headboard. I looked at him casually sitting in my bed and decided to get up in order to wake Emily up. When I pushed the covers away from my legs I was glad I wasn’t like my best friend and wasn’t always sleeping in t-shirts and panties even in winter. Therefore I wasn’t too embarrassed when I got up from the bed and tidied up my hair in a bun before turning to Dean again.

“I’m gonna go wake up Em’. You can stay here if you want, even go back to sleep.” I told him, offering a smile and he smirked.

“I’m starting to think you want me to ask you to stay in bed with me by mentioning it all the time. Is that what you want? Because I wouldn’t mind.” He asked, raising his eyebrows, his smirk not disappearing.

The cocky Winchester was now awake.

I felt my cheeks burning, every ounce of self-control not activated yet and I looked away in a not so subtle gesture, frowning.

“Shut up.” I told him before opening the door and heading to my best friend’s room, hearing him chuckle far away.

When I reached the eighteen number, I gently ran my knuckles on the wooden door before slowly opening it, letting the light of the hallway illuminate the room inch by inch.

“Hey, Em’. Time to wake up.” I kindly told her and walked to the bed but only found it empty.

I froze a second, looking in the room as if she was hiding in a corner but she wasn’t. I assumed she had woken up before me and was maybe taking a shower even though she was more the kind to take them in evenings or during the day; so I walked to the nearest bathroom. When I reached it, no light was piercing under the door and no sounds could be heard.

I tried to not worry too early in the morning and decided to check the kitchen. Maybe she was feeling like making breakfast at 4:30 a.m. I walked in front of the opened door of my room and caught Dean still sitting in the bed at the corner of my eyes.

The cold floor of the bunker froze my feet and I regretted not putting socks on but I ignored this feeling when I entered the empty and dark kitchen. I frowned and started to really wonder where my best friend could have go in the middle of the night.

“Em’?” I tried while walking to the library, hoping to find her in the room full of books but still nothing.

“Emily?” I tried again, entering the war room.

Nothing.

I hurried to my bedroom, hoping that Dean could help me in my research for the brown haired lady.

When I entered the room, he was already half standing from the bed and he furrowed his eyebrows when he saw me, stopping his movements.

“What?” He asked, his voice already changing into his normal tone.

I raised my hands in confusion.

“I can’t find her anywhere.” I told him, trying not to panic and forcing my mind to stay clear and calm. But the last time she had disappeared, a vampire half drank all her blood and we had to call an angel to save her life.

Dean immediately got up and bent to grab his jeans laying on the floor. He quickly put his legs in the holes but I had the time to see the bulge in his black boxer before his hands buckling his belt covered it. I looked away because I knew I shouldn’t have looked but I was sure he had caught me staring.

Thankfully he didn’t comment on that and walked with determination to his brother’s door.

With a strong fist he quickly knocked below the number twenty-one and didn’t wait for any answer from his little brother as he widely opened the door.

“Sam! We’re looking for…”

Dean stopped talking and froze when he turned on the light on the right, illuminating the whole room. He snorted loudly and I pushed him away a little so I could see what he was seeing. When I did, my mouth formed an ‘o’ and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Well, 'found her.” The older Winchester said and I pinched my lips, seeing my best friend on top of the younger hunter.

Sam immediately brought the covers closer to their bodies in order to cover them but I got a glimpse of them and saw they were both still wearing clothes. Or at least shirts. Not that I would have minded, it wasn’t any of my business and I would have been more than happy for her if she had had a great night.

My gaze met her blue eyes and they were a bit puffed like she hadn’t slept much. Emily tried to move away from Sam, turning her face the other way so we couldn’t see her face. Dean crossed his arms, resting his body against the doorway.

“Well, well, did you two lovebirds have a great night?” He asked with a teasing smirk and Sam glared at him.

“Go away!” He shouted at his brother and Dean chuckled.

Emily, on the other hand, took the opportunity of Sam being distracted by his brother to move to the other side of the bed. Her back completely facing us, Sam straightened in the bed and moved his body in a protective gesture towards Emily. It was only at this moment that I realized that whether something had happened or not last night, she must have felt completely embarrassed by Dean and I’s presence.

“Come on Sammy, you know I’m your top one supporter.” The older brother winked at the one in the bed and Sam sent him a death glare this time, clenching his jaw. Silently telling him to get out.

Unlike Dean, or maybe he had just decided to ignore his brother, I got the message. So I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me, before closing the door behind us, giving them some privacy.

Dean took a step back and looked at me with incomprehension, raising his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked, his voice a little high and I rolled my eyes, letting my hand fall from his arm.

“Really Dean?” I shook my head at him and he shrugged like he hadn’t done anything wrong.

I sighed and grabbed his wrist to guide him to the kitchen.

“I’m all about teasing those two idiots, really, it’s one of my favorite activity. But you can’t just burst into the room and make fun of them like that while we don’t know if they even did anything.” I told him, hoping I wasn’t appearing as I was lecturing him.

Dean let me bring him to the kitchen, chuckling while I talked and stopped me in front of the entrance.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart but you can’t prevent me from teasing my little brother. I’ve done that since he was born and I won’t stop just because you say so.” He said, a smile on his face and he wasn’t wrong.

“I’m not telling you to stop making fun of Sam, I’m just saying : let them be. It will be funnier to tease them when we catch them making out in the kitchen than now when we just speculate about it.” I told him and something passed in his green eyes, darkening them for a second.

I frowned but quickly realized we were the one we had actually made out in the kitchen and that Sam had teased me about it. He had without any doubt done the same to his brother.

Feeling myself blush at the memory, I lowered my head to avoid his gaze. My eyes fell on my hand still on Dean’s arm and quickly dropped my hand, breaking the physical touch between us.

I crossed my arms, hiding my hands under my armpits and turned away from him. I hadn’t paid attention to the way I was touching Dean more and more. But now I was remembering every time I had touched him in any way. And for me, letting my hands wander without even thinking about it on another human, without any thoughts behind, meant only one thing : I really liked that person.


Emily’s POV:

I wanted to die.

I wanted to run away, so far away where nobody knew me. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I wanted to just disappear. I wanted to curl up and cry myself to death. I wanted to scream, yell, break a wall, break my hand, break a face.

I shut my eyes tightly and turned my hands into fists, my nails pressed against my palms. Taking a deep breath, I was about to get up and quickly leave this room when I felt a hand on my back. I tensed and quickly moved away, getting up faster than I had intended to.

“Emily I’m sorry.” Sam said, his voice a bit broken by the sleep.

This was the last thing I wanted to hear. He was sorry. Of course he was sorry. Sorry about last night, sorry for myself, sorry because he didn’t want to get caught with me.

Who would?

“Dean is a jerk.” He said, maybe in an attempt to make me feel better. But it only made it worse.

“It doesn’t matter.” I immediately told him, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.



Without even looking at Sam, I walked to the door and put my hand on the handle, ready to leave and never come back. But the younger Winchester decided otherwise and straightened in the bed.

“Emily, stop.” He said and with the hard tone he used I couldn’t not stop. But I didn’t turn around, not wanting to see his face.

“It matters to me. I’m not sorry he saw us, I’m sorry he’s an idiot.” He explained and I let a dark chuckle out.

“Yeah, sure.”

Sam could say everything he wanted, I was too ashamed to listen to him. I could feel my breath quickening and starting to be deeper and deeper. My blood boiled in my veins, the anger towards myself increasing.

How could I have let him see me like this? I was so weak last night, it will never happen again.

But also the anger towards Eva for not being there for me when I needed it. Causing me to cry in Sam’s arms.

God I had cried in his arms. What an idiot, Emily!

“Please Emily, don’t regret last night. You shouldn’t. It was okay to come to me for help, it will always be. I want to be here for you.” He told me and I closed my eyes for a second before taking a deep breath and turning to him.

I froze a second at his kind face, his sweet smile and his hair a bit messy by sleep. But quickly the rage inside of me eradicated any kind of attraction for him. My brain deciding to simply erase the kind and reassuring words he had told me last night, I shook my head at him.

“No. It should have never happened. Ever. I’m fine, I don’t need your help. I don’t need anyone’s help. You shouldn’t have seen me like this. It will never happen again.” I said, my voice not making room for arguments. But apparently Sam decided otherwise and started to get out of the bed.

I took a step back, trying to be as further away from him as possible.

“Well I’m happy I could be here for you. It’s okay to need help Emily and more importantly I’m willing to be this help for you.” He gently told me, trying to convince me but I was too stubborn to let him get to me.

“No. I always handled it alone, I’ll continue to. I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone. So, just, forget it. Forget everything.” I lied.

I lied because I had too much pride to accept the fact I needed help. To accept letting myself be from time to time. To accept showing my tears and weakness to someone. It had taken me a lot of time to let Eva see all of this and there were still moments where I hid things from her.

Once again, Sam seemed to disagree with me and he walked to me. I took another step back but he trapped me between his torso and the door.

I raised my head and chin high to show him I wasn’t afraid or intimidated by him but deep down I just wanted to leave. Sam tried to make eye contact with me but it had always been something difficult for me. I couldn’t look at someone for more than two seconds in the eyes, I didn’t like it.

Therefore, I quickly looked away from his gaze, hoping the way I was holding myself was going to do the trick.

“I don’t believe you. See, I told you last night that you were just like Dean and this conversation proves it even more.” He started and I raised my arms in frustration, sighing loudly.

“Stop comparing me to your brother!” I started to raise my voice and I saw him take a deep breath.

Maybe I was finally getting on his nerves. Good, it was easier to make him hate me than letting him see how I felt deep inside.

“Stop pushing me away! Let me in, Emily. I want the good and the bad so let me be here for you! And you want me to forget everything? Forget that you saved my life? Forget the late night conversations? Forget how your hand felt in mine when I taught you how to play darts? Forget the date we had? Forget the kisses we shared? I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.” Sam said, his mouth letting quick and deep breaths out. His firm chest raising with each one of them.

A feeling of guilt hit me in the stomach but I still couldn’t let him get to me. So I clenched my jaws and made an effort to look at him in the eyes.

“Yes, Sam. Forget all of this. It was a mistake.” I told him, sounding as confident as I could ever be.

But the hunter took another step and I couldn’t get away from him anymore. Then he put his large hands on the skin of my arms, making me shiver without my consent. I froze when he bent to have a better look at me. His face was so close to mine it felt like we were breathing each other’s air.

“Was it, really? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it. Stop pushing me away, stop trying because it won’t work. I want to be here for you and you can’t do anything about it. You are not alone in this and even if you try to hide it , I know you feel it too.” He said, his voice getting a bit lower the more he talked.

His fingers grazed my skin and it felt like electricity was suddenly passing through every one of my muscles. The tears tried to reach my eyes but I couldn’t let them.

So I inhaled and shook my head at the tall human.

“Don’t do this, Sam. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s pathetic.” I told him and managed to push him away, escaping from his embrace and quickly opened the door.

“Emily, please!” He called but I was already heading to the bathroom to take a shower, trying to drown my pain and all those feelings as much as I could.

Eva’s POV:

Dean and I were just finishing making a pot of coffee for everyone when Sam entered the kitchen. His hair was a bit of a mess but after passing his large hands in it, spreading the locks and brushing them slightly, everything was mostly in order. The hunter looked tired and a bit upset but I didn’t dare ask anything. But Dean didn’t seem to think the same.

“So, Sammy. Care to share with the class?” The older brother teased the other man and Sam gave him a bitch face, glaring at him.

His eyes weren’t laughing at all, not an ounce of a smirk or a blush. Nothing. He only stared at his brother with a dark look.

“Shut up.”

It was simple but so out of character for Sam. For the time I had spent with him I had never heard him curse and if he did, I was always in a funny way, a joke, a tease. But this ‘Shut up’ was harsh, quick and Dean froze at it. Maybe he wasn’t really used to his brother being so firm either.

All I knew was that the older man didn’t add anything and let the taller one walk to the fridge in silence.

Watching Sam pass through the room, my eyes met Dean’s and both of us were surprised, wondering what had happened last night or this morning.


Emily’s POV :

The shower didn’t really help aside from finally being alone with myself.

I let myself internally scream but quickly got out of the hot water and avoided the mirror as much as I could. I put my work’s clothes and with every step I took towards the kitchen, I closed myself more and more. So the moment I stepped into the room, I felt numb but stayed polite even if the only thing I desired was to leave this place as soon as possible.

Eva sent me some confused looks and I tried to avoid her gaze as much as I could. Sam’s too. And of course Dean’s but surprisingly he didn’t make another joke or insinuation about what could have happened between his brother and I. Maybe Eva had talked to him about this, maybe not. I didn’t care. Or maybe I cared too much. It didn’t matter, I was only glad no one was speaking about it. No one was speaking at all actually.

Eva quickly left me with the brothers after mentioning going to take a shower and no one replied to it besides Dean who mentioned she could use his shampoo or whatever. I didn’t really care what she did or not today. I was hurt. I had been hurt. And now I needed time to move on from this.

When she came back, the tension between all of us didn’t decrease. More the opposite. No one really talked and I wasn’t looking at anyone. The memories of the night before stuck in my mind and already haunting me.

Eventually Eva cleared her throat and I glanced at her.

“So, thanks for last night guys. It was really nice and pleasant, thank you. And tell Cas again I liked having him here last night. We should head back or we’re going to be late for work and all. But we should definitely do that again, it had been too long since we had seen each other.” She said and maybe a part of me should have agreed, maybe a part of me should have felt the same way but I refused to say or show anything.

“You’re welcome and we’ll tell him.” Sam answered and Eva gave him a little smile. I was sure she could feel the tension too.

“Alright, I think we should go.” She repeated, playing with her hands.

“Yeah, we don’t want you to be late.” Dean said back and they both started to walk towards the corridors, probably to take Eva’s bag on the way to the garage.

I heard Sam take a deep breath and I quickly escaped the room to go get my things and avoid talking to him again this morning. It wasn’t fair but I couldn’t face him.


Eva’s POV :

After I hugged both the brothers to tell them goodbye, Emily and I headed to Topeka. I took the wheels and Emily looked outside the window the second I started the engine. I waved at the boys but she didn’t, preferring looking ahead of her instead of behind.

The radio was on but the sound was very low, making the silence in the car too present. I didn’t pay attention to the song playing in the background but to my silent best friend next to me.

Even though I was the one driving, I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the weird tension in the air. But as much as I moved or glanced at the girl next to me, nothing changed. She was still quiet. So, deciding I had enough of this heavy silence between us and wanting to understand what could possibly be wrong, I cleared my throat and asked her.

“So, you slept in Sam’s room?”

Emily sighed and I felt her tense on my right. It wasn’t the smartest move I had made.

“I don’t really feel like talking.” She simply said but I could hear in her voice the anger rising and something else, maybe pain.

I stole a glance at her again and she wasn’t looking at me but at the early sunset. Unfortunately for her, I knew Emily too well and she didn’t just don’t feel like talking, at least not this time, something was clearly bothering her. Or more like eating her from the inside. And a part of me knew, felt that it was my fault. Or at least partly.

I wanted to let it go and leave her in peace but I felt this weight in my chest, like a bad feeling, a warning of something being wrong. So I gulped, opening my mouth a few times before taking the courage to ask the question burning my tongue.

“You don’t feel like talking or talking to me?” I softly told her, unsure of the question once it passed my lips. But it was too late, the words had come out and when Emily only turned her head to look at me, I knew it was the wrong question. Or maybe it was the right one but I wasn’t going to like the answer.

And when she didn’t say anything, only turning her body so she could look through the window, I knew her answer : she didn’t want to talk to me.

I felt my eyes watering, feeling the guilt and worry in my chest and stomach, but quickly tried to bury them, at least while I was driving. The last thing we needed was to have a car accident.


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When we arrived at the hospital, Emily practically jumped out of the car, barely looking at me and I knew something had been damaged.

The heavy silence, the guilt increasing in my stomach, her red and tired eyes, the way she ignored me and spent the whole ride with her hands into fists ; I knew I had screwed up. It couldn’t have been only a bad night, one we worked on for years. It wasn’t her only raging against herself. It wasn’t an inner war about what she could feel towards Sam. Maybe it could be a bit of three but this feeling in my whole body made it clear it was my fault or that if I had paid more attention, it wouldn’t have been that bad. It had happened before, I had screwed up before, not being here for her at the right time or place. I knew she was disappointed, hurt and angry and I knew it was because I hadn’t been there for her when she needed it. She had every right to and I hated myself for it.

Once I reached the bar, I knew the day was going to be long and painful, the awful feeling of guilt heavy on my shoulders. I was the one opening the bar, and the first to welcome people in here so I had to put on a happy face and at least be nice to customers. But all I wanted was to cry and apologize to my best friend, over and over.

I turned on the light and prepared the room. Once all the chairs were on the floor and the door unlocked, I stepped behind the counter and sighed, already wanting the day to end.

Emily’s POV :

The second my shift ended, I hurried to the exit and left the hospital. I didn’t want to stay in the cold but I didn’t want to go home just yet either. So I decided to walk to the apartment, purposely freezing my nose, cheeks and hands, hoping that it would freeze my whole body.

Sam had texted me while I was at work but I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t answer him. I just ignored his text asking me if everything was alright for me. I didn’t want to lie to him this time so I chose to not answer instead of saying it was all good.

The more I walked, the more I remembered the previous night. All I wanted was to forget this whole evening, about my best friend being with a guy instead of helping me, Sam seeing me at my worst and comparing me to his brother. But I knew it wasn’t fair to them. Because it had been Eva’s birthday and if she wanted to sleep with Dean she had every right to, I even liked them together so why was I so angry? Maybe I was jealous. No, I wasn’t jealous of my best friend but I sure hoped I could act like her with Sam without feeling like I wasn’t legit to feel and have those kinds of things.

Sam had said such nice and reassuring things last night, but yet I didn’t believe any of them in the morning. Sometimes, making me believe things was hard. I didn’t take compliments seriously because I didn’t believe they could be true, at least not when they were said to me. I wanted to be loved and cherished but I didn’t allow myself to feel for people or even let them come closer to me, so even thinking of some kind of emotional attachment was scaring me. If I let Sam see the real me, if I let myself feel for him, I could get hurt, I could be disappointed because of my expectations of people and how they should act with me, I knew that.

I looked up and saw the building in front of me, I hadn’t even realized I had walked all the way to the apartment already. I took a deep breath and opened the door, deciding to take the stairs, running, trying to evacuate all my anger and frustration.

When I arrived at the front door, I was – for once – glad Eva was still working and wouldn’t be here for another hour. It was in moments like those that I wished we weren’t living in the same place. I loved her and being roommates with her was a blessing but I couldn’t just let it all out in all the rooms when I needed to. So I walked to my bedroom and started to scream as loudly as I could in the nearest pillow. I needed to let it out, to let it all out. So I started to punch my headboard until I felt myself cry from anger.


Eva’s POV :

I didn’t even turn on the radio in the car on my way back.

The silence was better, it helped me realize that I was a horrible friend, that I had let down my best friend, one of the people I loved the most on earth. That I had spent the whole evening waiting for a guy to come back so I could see him on my birthday instead of paying attention to her. I had ignored all the signs and now, I was terrified of what was next.

I parked the car and before going to the apartment, I let myself cry a little. Hating hurting her, hating worrying about the consequences, I let some warm tears fall down my cheeks. Once I felt like my emotions were calmer, I nervously walked to the building, worried about how it was going to be between us tonight, or the day after. I just hoped we could talk and figure it out.

I opened the door of the apartment and didn’t see Emily. I took a deep breath and slowly walked in the room, trying to figure out where she was.

I walked around the apartment, not a sound was coming from her room but I spotted the light under the door frame. I took a deep breath and raised my hand to knock on her door, wishing we could talk even though I was anxious about the conversation that could come out of it.

Slowly, I knocked on the wooden door and after some time I heard a quiet “yes” behind the door. I shyly opened it, revealing my best friend sitting on the floor. She was a bit out of breath, like she had worked out or screamed a lot. And when my eyes fell on her red fists, my chest felt heavier.

It was worse than I expected.

“Hey…” I whispered while entering the quiet room.

I walked to my friend and sat next to her on the floor. I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her I was sorry but I knew it wasn’t the right time to do so. Sometimes Emily didn’t want to hear me apologize, so I prevented myself from doing it.

I tried to find the right words, I wanted to ask her what had happened last night, I wanted to ask what was going on with Sam but I didn’t know where to start so I asked her.

“Do you feel like talking?”

A silence followed my question and I mentally cursed myself. It was definitely stupid to ask that.

Then she spoke up.

“I wasn’t really mad at you, Eva. More at myself.” She quickly said and I nodded slightly.

“But I did something, didn’t I?” I softly tried and I saw her taking a deep breath like I was somehow right but didn’t want to tell me.

“Or maybe I didn’t do something…” I completed and she glanced at me, clenching her jaw before looking away

This time I was right.

“Emily, please tell me what happened. I can see something has really upset you.” I told her and she sighed, her face closing. I didn’t want to upset her even more but sometimes we just need to let it out to feel better.

After hesitating for a while, she straightened and looked everywhere but at me.

“Yesterday was a bad day and last night even worse.”

I didn’t reply anything, observing if she wanted to add something or not. She did.

“I came to you, Eva. I was able to walk to your room and open the door but… you weren’t there. I mean, you were in the room but not alone. I saw Dean with you so I turned around and left.” She quickly explained and I shut my eyes tightly for a second.

If I hadn’t asked Dean to stay with me, Emily would have told me what was going on and maybe even feel better. But I had been selfish and I had told him it was a birthday request.

“I’m so sorry… I should have been available for you. I shouldn’t have asked him to… you know, even if he was there you could have woke me up. I told you I was here for you and I meant it. I would have kicked him out of the room and listened to you.” I tried to explain to her, meaning it, but she immediately shook her head, her eyes finding mine.

“Eva, stop, don’t be stupid. You were clearly cuddling with him. I wasn’t going to come in and ruin the moment for my own little problem. Which isn’t even a problem, really. So no. No way I was going to let you kick him out just to listen to me complain.” She told me, denying struggling with her own mind.

I was ready to answer when she added.

“Plus it was your birthday. I wasn’t going to spoil it.”

I shook my head, disagreeing with her and tried to reach out to her. Once my hands were on her forearm, I talked.

“We don’t care what day it is. If it’s on my birthday, a date or the day before a big event. I don’t care what day it is or with who I am. You need me, you tell me. I don’t want you to think that you can’t talk to me when we are with the brothers. Alright?”

Emily slightly nodded, letting me know she had heard me but making me understand that she wasn’t going to agree right away. So the only thing I could do was hope that my words were going to stay with her and that next time she’d feel this way she wasn’t going to hesitate coming to me.

“And what you’re going through isn’t nothing, Emily. Do you wanna tell me what you were going to tell me last night?” I tried and she stayed silent for a moment.

I thought she wasn’t going to tell me – something I could have understood – but after the moment of silence, she took a breath and started.

Emily explained to me what had happened last night. How she had felt awful the whole day and that the little voice wouldn’t shut up. How after seeing Dean next to me, she had left and was ready to take care of it alone in her room. How she had came across Sam and how he had opened his arms and room for her. But also the morning after where she pushed him away so violently she doubted he would ever want to speak to her again.

I was convinced that Sam wasn’t going to ignore her, he seemed more stubborn than that but the way she explained it, it really seemed like she had been a bit mean to him. I was sure that if she talked to him and explained what had happened, he would understand but it was harder than that for my best friend. It was hard to let the walls down, let people hear her fears and I honestly understood. But the last thing I wanted was for her to miss a great love story because of this.

I listened to her the whole time, not interrupting, then told her I was proud of her for accepting Sam’s offer last night, even if she had acted the way she had this morning.

But as much as I was glad Sam had been here for her, the guilt in my belly didn’t go away. My mind was racing with my best friend not feeling good at all yesterday and the fact that I had slept with Dean, therefore letting her down when she needed me.

I knew I needed to make it up to her. And to do better in the future, I needed to be a better friend.

Once Emily finished letting out everything she needed to say, I finally told her I was sorry and apologized for not being here. She told me it was okay even though I was sure it wasn’t and it would take some days for the air to become clear again between us. Deep down I knew she wasn’t going to stop talking to me but sometimes I was afraid she was going to. But we also needed a little time to move on from discussions like those.

Her stomach growled and I let a little smile reach my lips. None of us had really eaten the whole day so we decided to call the delivery guy and we got our burgers in the next twenty minutes.

We didn’t really talk while eating but when we went to bed, with only a glance at each other I made her understand I didn’t want us to sleep in separate rooms. Therefore, I offered Emily to sleep with her and thankfully she agreed. I told her I was going to unpack my bag and take a shower while she was getting ready too. Or maybe it was a way to let her reconsider her decision if she felt like it.

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After my shower, while folding my sweater in my wardrobe, the stuffed lion in my bag fell on the floor.

I picked it up and kept it in my hands, remembering how I felt with Dean but also kind of regretting spending the night with him. I felt selfish and that was the worst thing I could feel. It was making me feel guilty and I had a hard time letting go of that feeling.

“What’s that?”

A voice asked behind me and I flinched at the sudden sound, almost making the stuffed animal fall again. I turned to her and I swallowed before handing her the soft lion. She took it and looked at it.

“One of Dean’s gifts.” I answered and her eyebrows rose.

“Oh that’s right. I didn’t even ask you what he had gotten you for your birthday.” She said and I shook my head, stopping her.

“No, it’s okay. Really. It’s not important.”

“So, he spent the whole day out for this?” She continued and it wasn’t judgmental, more surprised.

I nodded and started to play with my hands, embarrassed by the whole situation.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry I spent the night with him instead of being there for you.” I finally said and Emily gave me the plush back.

“It’s okay, I understand. It was your birthday and I know that you really like him. It was kinda cute to see you both in the bed, actually. And he offered you a fluffy lion. Definitely cute.” She nicely answered and I blushed at her words.

“Still, I should have been here for you. I’m sorry.” I whispered and put the animal on the bed.

“I know you are. But it’s done now. So let’s move on, okay?”

I knew she meant she didn’t want to spend the whole night talking about this anymore but also that I needed to do better, that she expected me to do better. And I wanted to, I was going to. I nodded and raised my head to look at her. She offered me a little smile and I gave her one back. I quickly walked to her and took her in my arms, hugging her with all my love.

“I’ll do better. I love you.” I told her and I felt her nod, hugging me back. Then she let go of me and I told her I would join her in a minute.

After putting my pajamas on, I took my phone and joined my best friend in her bed. Lifting the covers I laid beside my best friend. She turned around, her back facing me and I got the message.

That night, I was going to be the big spoon.

Once we were all settled, I brought the covers up our bodies and wrapped my arms around her, in an attempt to hold her like I should have last night. My hand found her arms and I started to draw some lines on them, giving her the comfort I could offer her and after a while she put her hand on my wrist, letting her fingers wander on the silver chain around it.

“That’s new.” She whispered and I gulped, feeling like I shouldn’t talk about how happy I had felt last night, the kiss Dean and I had once again shared or even how I was realizing that I liked him a lot. But I felt like I shouldn’t brag about those things when Emily had cried her eyes out all night.

“Eva?”

Her voice reached my ears and cut my thoughts. I slightly cleared my throat and answered her.

“Yeah… it’s… it’s from Dean again. It has the Flux Capacitor on it.” I casually explained, trying to not sound so excited but Emily tried to turn around and face me.

“Wow. I always make fun of his so-called charm but the guy actually knows what to get you to make you happy.” She said and I allowed a small to spread my lips.

“Yeah…” I whispered and a short silence followed my word.

Emily’s POV :

I turned around again, my back to Eva and she tightened her grip on me.

I knew she was holding herself back from speaking and as much as I had felt almost betrayed because of last night, I knew I wasn’t being fair to her. She had a huge crush on Dean and I couldn’t blame her for having some alone time with him, even less on her birthday. So I decided to cut her some slack and listen to the curious voice in my head who wanted to know about her and the hunter.

Maybe it could distract me from thinking.

“Tell me about your night.” I simply said and I felt her tense behind me, hesitating to answer.

“Well…” She started and finally related me what had happened between her and the older Winchester. Or at least some of it.

She talked for a while about the night and slowly her voice started to fade away, sounding more and more far away. Eventually, I felt my eyes closing and I stopped hearing her voice.

Eva’s POV :

The more Emily answered my tale with quiet ‘hmm’ the more I knew she was falling asleep but I didn’t stop drawing soft forms on her arms.

Laying in the dark, I couldn’t stop thinking of my night and hers, the guilty feeling not going away, my mind racing with every kind of thoughts from Emily’s feelings to my relationship with Dean.

Then my phone lightened up, illuminating the room for a second.

I slowly turned around, letting go of my best friend and grabbed my phone, sighing when I saw it was late at night. Then I saw it was a text from Sam. I frowned and opened it, facing my friend so she wouldn’t be awakened by the sudden bright light.

‘Hi Eva, I’m sorry to bother you but is Emily alright ? She didn’t answer meall day and after last night and our argument,I’m starting to worry about her.’

As I read the message, I felt bad for the younger Winchester. I thought about my answer for a second, wondering what I could say but he sent another one before I could do anything.

‘I’m sorry I probably shouldn’t tell you this, she’s your best friend.’

At this my heart sank a little. Imagining Sam worried about the woman asleep next to me but regretting telling me because of who she was to me made me feel bad for him. So I quickly wrote my answer.

‘Hi Sam, you don’t bother me at all. Emily may be my best friend but you’re my friend too. You can always talk to me and share with me your questions, and worries.’

‘Emily is somehow fine. We talked a lot and it’s gonna be okay, she’s gonna be okay. Thanks for worrying about her. Also, I know what happened last night and this morning. I’m sorry Sam. I hope you know that she didn’t mean it. She has a tendency of taking a step back and saying mean things when she’s hurt or angry but please don’t take it personally. Even if I know it’s a lot to ask.’

I hoped that this text would help him feel a little bit better and the younger brother quickly answered.

‘Thank you a lot for what you said and I know… I know I need to give her time butitfeels like I’m always so close to catch her but every time I’m within reach, she slips away. I wanna be patient but I need a sign, you know ? A sign that I’m not completely wrong here, that I’m not imagining things. A sign that it’s not one-sided.’

I felt like this was a confession so I discreetly checked on my best friend, the woman was still asleep so I straightened a little, ready to talk with Sam all night if he needed it. But first I needed to make something clear. I didn’t want to betray my best friend about what she felt for Sam but I couldn’t let him in the dark either. After all, he was my friend too and if I could help them both, I was going to.

‘She came to you last night Sam, andstayed with you. She let you see her in such a moment. There are signs, trust me.’’

Sam didn’t answer right away but I could see the three dots appearing and disappearing as though he was hesitating on how to respond to this. But eventually I received an answer.

‘You really think so?’

A little smile reached my lips at this, imagining the tall man asking for confirmation about a girl he liked. Because it was obvious he did.

‘I know so. And I know it’s a lot to ask but let her open up to you. But at the same time, if you wanna know something : ask her. She may deny it, she may not want to answer you and she’ll tell you so if it’s the case but at least she’ll know that you care and that she can tell you things. Even though she’s as stubborn as a mule, she’s seeing what you’re doing for her. You did everything right Sam, let her meet you in the middle now.”

Sam didn’t answer until I received a simple and meaningful ‘thank you’.

We talked a little to try and ease his mind until he mentioned having to leave in the morning and not knowing when they would be back. I told him to be careful out there then let him sleep.

After putting my phone aside, I stared at the dark ceiling for a moment, wondering why it seemed to be so complicated lately. Dean and I always pretended that nothing had happened between the two of us even if I was sure we both felt the connection in every one of our kisses and Sam and Emily kept dancing around each other, taking three steps back after one step ahead.

I closed my eyes, hoping that the next time we would see them we would finally move forwards in our relationships. 

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“And I couldn’t be sure.. I had a a feeling so peculiar
That this pain will/won’t be for… Evermore. Evermore”

Dean unexpectedly dies during a routine hunt. Ellie has a really hard time moving on and accepting the finality of it. A trip down memory lane leads her to a risky but bold decision. This time instead of running away, she can try to solve the problem.

Darkness I charge you with this sign,
mother in the night, are mine.
I teach you the mystery of rebirth,
work my mysteries in mirth.
From me they come, and to me they go.
I invite you to come.

And just like that, Dean is back. They get to pick up where they left off. Build a life for themselves. For Evermore

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@mvdeanw so…. This video is very important to us. And we feel very proud of it. It’s our own fix it version of the finale.

I was listening to that song a lot last summer andbi kept thinking. There were lyrics that made me think of the finale. And then the ending was a lot more hopeful. So i knew roght away what i wanted to do. I had the whole sequence in my head. This time we starter at the end and worked our way to the sad parts. We wanted to be sure that it works and that the story as we intented it, works. I think we did okay.

Hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed making it. And i hope it makes you happy. ❤️❤️

Bonding*

Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected.

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“You have the cutest nose,” he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.

Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.

“Me and Dittie have the same nose,” she remarked. “Same lips, eyes, face…”

Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.

“It’s different,” he whispered, touching her nose. “Your nose hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”

She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.

When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie’s eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.

"You have a little scar right here,” he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. “And this very little dot under your eyes.”

Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.

They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.

As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.

It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.

“Little princess,” he cooed, seeing her sniffing. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not gonna cry,” she whimpered.

“I’ll kiss your tears away,” he promised. “Every time. I’ll tickle you until you’re laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up.”

She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.

“Daddy,” she whined, biting his lower lip.

“You like my mouth, baby?” he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.

Thea nodded, whining.

“Your hands too,” she panted.

He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.

“Sam!” she yelped.

He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.

She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn’t want to do it, not yet.

“Pretty princess,” he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. “Daddy’s little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn’t she?”

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The Bunny Way (IX)

WC: 1.4k
Warning: Smut, dirty talk, degradation, orgasm control, breeding kink, size kink, multiple orgasms, a brief talk about somnophilia but not it yet. Polyamory, exhibitionism.

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Dean watched as Sam threw himself over Thea, smirking as his wide moaned loudly and whimpered in his hands, momentarily lost as he watched it, slutty little thing pleading for his touches and his cock.

He raised his eyebrows and turned back to Dittie when she whined, all spread and needy as she asked for attention.

“Dean?” Sam looked over him.

“I’ll take care of that,” he answered. “Don’t worry, Sam.”

He smirked and moved back to Thea, who was squirming and moving her hips against his hand, as Dean sat back down beside Dittie and pulled her up.

“Come here, you,” he grunted, sitting her on his lap. “You need attention, little bunny?”

She nodded, whining, and he scoffed, pulling her up and kissing her lips, using his free hand to pull his cock out of his pants, pushing it away just enough and moaning when it brushed against her folds.

Fuck, she was already soaked wet, and smelt too fucking good.

“My needy little bunny,” he squeezed her hips and slapped her ass. “You need my cock, uh?”

She pouted, and he held her in place when she tried to sink down on him.

“Yes,” she whined. “Won’t you give it to me?”

He snorted, and made a thinking face to tease her.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he pushed his hand down to her folds, teasing her dripping cunt. “I could just fuck your thighs.”

Dittie whined.

“No,” she squirmed. “Alpha, please. Want your cock, need your cock.”

Dean chuckled.

“Alright,” he decided, tapping her entrance. “But you’ll have to work for me, little girl.”

She pouted, and he kissed her neck, sniffing it before moving his lips to her ear.

“You’re gonna ride my dick,” he bit her earlobe. “I wanna see you jumping on my lap, little bunny.”

She whined.

“But… but I’ve never,” she whimpered, still moving down, still trying to get more of his touch.

Dean pouted mockingly at her.

“Never what, little bunny?” he teased her, slapping her entrance. “Don’t tell me you never rode Sammy’s cock.”

She looked at him with big pleading brown eyes and Dean chuckled. Oh, what a waste.

“Never?” he repeated, biting her lower lip. “He never told you to ride him, little bunny?”

She shook her head.

“He’s too big,” she blushed. “You’re too big. I need help.”

Dean simply laughed, placing a kiss on her cheek.

“Then you better work hard,” he lowered her body, nudging at her cunt with his cock. “After all, you need my permission to cum.”

She pouted, but reached down with her hand, stroking his cock, and Dean smirked when she blushed, gushing against his head.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped. “You’re so thick.”

“Not too thick for bunny pussy,” he assured her, sniffing her neck. Fuck, she smelt so good. “But thicker than Sammy, uh?”

She nodded and bit her lower lip.

“Shorter too,” the little cheeky thing remarked.

He scoffed. Thea was extremely cheeky, but he was halfway sure her sister wasn’t that much different.

“And my knot it thicker,” he pointed out. “Which means I’ll stretch that wet pussy a lot more than he does once it is in.”

Dittie looked into his eyes, and he could see how her eyes when just growing glossy and her pupils were blown wide.

“Please, Alpha,” she pleaded, squirming on his grip and rubbing herself on his cock. “Wanna ride you.”

He closed his eyes when she sunk down, embracing his cockhead in her wet walls, but opening them wide when he realised why she was smelling so good, why she was so slicky.

Dittie was in heat, and by the smell of Athena, she was too.

Oh, the sneaky little things.

“Are you in heat, Omega bunny?” he moaned. “That’s why you are so horny?”

She whined, shaking her head.

“I was already horny before,” she protested, pushing herself down. “Wanted you before.”

Dean licked his lips. Then this meant something different.

“Did you stop taking your suppressants so that I could breed you?” he growled, pushing her down on his cock, moaning as her wet walls squeezed his dick. “So I could get your womb filled with my cum?”

She nodded, starting to cry among her little moans as Dean stretched her more and more while she sunk down on him.

“Alpha,” she clung to his shoulders, round hips jumping in little spasms as her pussy creamed, making her slick coat not only his cock but his balls and drip to his legs. “… Too good.”

He chuckled and licked his lips.

“Too good, baby?” he cooed, moaning in pleasure.

Fuck, he missed fucking an omega in heat.

“Can I cum?” she pleaded. “Please, please.”

“Not yet, baby bunny,” he kissed her lips briefly. “You’re gonna cum on my cock once I have knotted you.”

Dittie pouted, and he chuckled when she pushed her nose into his neck, sniffing him on his mating gland, strong legs moving to take impulse to bounce on his cock.

“That’s it,” he squeezed her thighs. “Ride me like a good bunny.”

She whined, squeezing and moaning as she pushed herself more around him, so wet he was easily sliding into her.

“So slutty,” he cooed. “Such a little whore, begging for my cock, taking me so well. You just want me to knot you, don’t you? Fill you with my babies.”

She nodded.

“Please,” she whined. “Wanna be your omega.”

Dean moaned. Fuck, he just wanted to make her into an obedient little thing for him.

She would present to him whenever he wanted, always eager to take his cock and please him.

“Good bunny,” he grunted.

He could hear Thea moaned with Sam, no doubt overwhelmed as she came for what sounded like the millionth time. His brother was too generous, after all.

“Alpha,” Dittie moved her hips back and forth, and he moaned when she sat completely on him, swallowing all of his cock down.

She was so needy, his little bunny. And all his.

“There you go,” he cooed, kissing her cheek, giving her all his attention. “So good, baby. I knew you could do it perfectly.”

Dittie didn’t stop, following his previous command and moving up and down his shaft, using her legs to move over his lap, riding his cock with a hungry look on her flushed face.

“Good girl,” he grunted. “Fuck. Such a good little bunny.”

Dean moved his eye down and felt his blood boiling when he realise he could see his cock bulging out with his cock, and grabbed her ass in his hands, moving her up and down, fucking her hard and moaning darkly when she cried from pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Scream as I fuck you, slutty bunny.”

And she did, squeezing his cock as he little tits bounced just as her body was going, throwing her head back and sounding like the sluttiest of sluts.

Dean moved his hand to her hair and tugged on it, pulling her closer and kissing her lips before moving right down to her neck, pinning her down and biting her mating gland - the free one, that didn’t have Sam’s teeth on it - just s his cock expanded inside her.

“Cum for me, little bunny,” he growled into her ear. “Cum on my cock.”

Dittie moaned loudly, squeezing his cock in her pussy and clinging to him, whining and crying in a long orgasm, and when she fell into silence her pussy was still squeezing his cock, and he heard her soft snores, raising his eyebrows when he realised she had fallen asleep.

Oh, of course! The bunny sex naps.

This was just their second heat together, it was still kinda new.

He threw a look over her shoulder when he realised Sam was just done with Thea.

“You can keep going if you want to,” he caressed Dittie’s back, knowing his wife all too well. “She loves to wake up mid-orgasm.”

Sam snorted and lied on the bed, turning Thea around and caressing her back as she slept soundly over him.

“Maybe when she is not in heat,” he pushed his nose into her hair. “They get so needy. I like to rest when they do.”

Dean shrugged, kissing Dittie’s cheek and caressing her back, and glanced at Sam as he relaxed, and raised his eyebrows when she mumbled something on his shoulder.

“What is it, baby?” he looked at her.

Aphrodite yawned and nuzzled into his neck.

“Mary and Bobby will watch the kids for longer than we expected,” she sighed.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at his brother, who was smirking.

Yes, he really liked that idea.

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