you were sitting on the couch with a few of the books you had to read for a hunt, your new four kittens crawling all over you and your books.
Dean and Sam walked into the room and stopped, “kittens?” Dean asked.
“yeah let me show you!” you grinned, “the ginger one is Gabriel, the black on is Michael, the brownish white one is Raphael and this gold bundle of joy is Lucifer, he’s my favorite.”
“you’re telling us, you named these kittens after the archangels?” Sam said in confusion, “but why?!”
It’s been a while I know but my life is just a hot mess anymore haha. Hope you like it though. :) I’m posting from my phone I’ll add the tag list later today ☺️
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia learns more about the boys and meets Bobby
I don’t know when I fell asleep, or even how I did it. I felt like that’s all I’ve been doing lately. Maybe that’s why I felt so groggy when I woke up.
I woke up in the back of the car. It was dark, rain pitter pattering on the car roof. I was surrounded by different cars, all of them looking abandoned. But I couldn’t see much, the only light came from a street light in the distance.
A crushing weight of abandonment feels my chest as I think I’ve been left behind. The thoughts of Dean saying he would protect me seems like empty promises now.
With my eyes starting to burn I climb out of the car. The rain washes over me in a biting chill. I wrap my arms around myself and with no sense of direction I start to walk towards the light.
It’s not as far as it seems, it’s just behind a tower of crushed cars.
A two story faded blue house stands just a little ways away. Despite the distance I can see the light coming from the windows.
With no other options I walk towards it. Having no idea how late it is and if they would even let in a stranger.
I glup knowing I wouldn’t be able to speak to them. Dean was the only one who could get me to talk and it seemed that he was nowhere around.
By the time I reach the door I’m shivering the cold rain soaking the clothes I’m in. My bare toes aching at the cool weather.
With a shaking hand I lift it to knock on the door, hoping someone would answer.
I jump when the door swings open, Dean standing there with a hooded jacket on his toned frame. A large umbrella in his hand.
I watch his face soften as he sees me. Most likely looking like a drowned rat.
“Oh, Kitten. I was just about to come get you. Come in here and let’s dry you off.” He says, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me into the house.
It is considerably warmer than outside. The inside of the house is cluttered but homey at the same time. Books and papers are littered on every surface.
Sam is sitting at the folding card table in the kitchen, an older man is standing by him.
“Who is she?” The older man asks, looking at me like I was a threat.
“Dean new damsel in distress. You know my brother and his savior complex.” Sam says, making me wonder what I did to make him not like me.
“Shut it Sammy.” Dean says, pulling me around the corner into the next room. Towards the lit fireplace.
“Come on Sophia, let’s get you warm.” Dean says placing me right in front of the flames.
I instantly start to relax as the heat wraps around my body.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” Dean says peeling off his jacket and placing it on my shoulders.
I smiled at him. Wondering how I could ever think he forgot about me. Of course Dean wouldn’t abandon me.
As he walks off I hear him whisper something to someone, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching me.
I turn around seeing the older man just a few feet away from me.
“Well seeing as you’re in my house I think you ought’ to know my name.” He says holding his hand out to me.
“Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard.” He shocked me with his introduction.
Despite it I take his hand and shake it, smiling at him.
“You’re a quiet one huh?”
“She doesn’t talk.” Dean says joining us, handing me a cup of coffee.
“What for?” Bobby asks, looking at me. Like he expects me to answer.
Gluping I shrug, knowing why but it was hard to explain.
“Her last boyfriend was an abusive dick is why.” Dean says sipping his coffee casually like he didn’t just say what he just said.
“Ahh.” Bobby says, nodding his head.
“Well, did you boys teach him a lesson?”
“Not yet.” Dean says winking, making an uncomfortable feeling settle in my stomach.
“But enough about that. Let’s get down to business.” Dean says, as Sam walks into the living room with us. Him holding his own cup of jo.
“Do you trust her?” Bobby asks, jerking his head towards me.
I sigh hating being talked about like I wasn’t there but what was to be expected when I was mute all the time.
“Like he said. She doesn’t talk. Dean’s the only one she will talk to.” Sam says, making me blush.
I drop my head feeling embarrassed.
“She just needs some time to get back on her feet. I’m helping her, yes I trust her. She doesn’t know anything about what we do but she’s on our side. Right Sophia?” Dean asks, making me look up at him.
I nod my head with a smile, having no idea what he was talking about but clearly they were into something shady. But I expected that when I went to work with Dean. When they were selling something that seemed impossible to own.
But I wasn’t going to tell anyone. Even if I could, Dean and Sam had been nothing but good to me. I wouldn’t betray them. I just knew I wouldn’t.
“Alright if you idjits trust her, that’s good enough for me. Now let’s get down to business.” He says taking one more swig of his drink and moving to turn towards a large book with a bunch of numbers on it.
It was a records book of some kind.
Dean smiles at me, both him and Sam finding a place to sit. Bobby sitting behind the desk, closes to me. Even though I was still cold I moved away from the fire to sit next to Dean on the couch.
“Lucky for you Cas gave you a heads up on the ones hunting your asses.” Bobby says looking at Sam like he was in trouble.
“Going after Dick Roman alone was stupied even for you.”
“I got close.” Sam says, looking away clearly annoyed.
“Close ain’t close enough. I thought I taught you better than that.” Bobby says, making me wonder if he was their father.
I look at Dean wondering what they were talking about. Who was Dick Roman? Did Sam try to kill him? Was the blood on Sam’s shoe human?
A sinking feeling of realization hits me like a ton of bricks. Sam and Dean were murderous.
“So what do you want us to do?”
“It ain’t up to me. Your father left the family business to you boys. You made the mess, you get to fix it.” Bobby says, pointing at Sam.
“It was a mistake Bobby. But mistakes can be fixed.” Dean says sitting up straighter.
“We need a plan. Get rid of the heat off of Cas before that chief Naomi fires him and business can go back to usual.”
“What stealing and selling rare artifacts to Bella so she can make more of a profit then you boys? John might not have been father of the year but he started this to help people not just make a quick buck.” Bobby says scolding them.
I was more confused than I have been in a long time but I couldn’t help listening to them. Trying to figure out what was going on.
“So what do you suggest?” Dean asks, seeming to honestly want Bobby’s advice.
“Break him down from the bottom up. Take what matters most and we can watch Dick shrivel.”
“Alright? Where do we start?” Sam asks.
Bobby digs through the book in hand and pulls out a picture sliding it over to Sam. I couldn’t really tell but it looked like a picture of a dock.
“These are empty shipping containers that are going to be full of drugs, guns you name it this weekend. But that’s not what I’m interested in. Dick’s got kids he plans on putting on one of them. Gonna trade them for something. Don’t know, don’t care. But there are folks kids about to be taken forever and that doesn’t sit right with me.”
“When do we start?” Dean says his jaws locked, Sam’s forehead wrinkled in worry but both of them looked different.
Like they were ready for battle, ready to do anything. Ready to kill.
I didn’t know what this was, or what I got myself into. What did Bobby call it?
The family business?
Either way, I was in it and didn’t see a way out.
It didn’t take long for them to hatch out a plan as if they had done this a hundred times. Sam and Dean decided to stop the kids from ever getting to the docks and if that didn’t work, worse case they could just break the kids out.
I didn’t understand what was going on. Luckily for me it seemed I didn’t have to. No one asked for my input or help. The three men moving around the room talking about so many illegal things as if they were talking about the weather.
I sat on the couch watching them. I should have been more freaked out I know but I wasn’t. I ran away from Sam just because he had blood on his shoe but listening to these men talk about busting open shipping containers and stealing the contents didn’t phase me.
I’m sure there was something messed up in my head. All the beatings from Harry most likely did some damage up there.
Or maybe I was just numb to it all. Yelling and violence was the only thing that seemed to scare me.
I was in no danger with these men. They were clearly criminals, clearly what people would say bad men but despite knowing that.
Despite knowing that Sam definitely tried and might have killed someone and Dean helped cover it and Bobby seemed like the crazed uncle that was behind the whole thing and to top it all off I was a vulnerable mute. I felt safe. Safe enough to pull my feet up under me, curling up and falling asleep.
When I woke up the house was silinet. It is still dark out. The only noise was from the crackling fireplace and soft breathing.
I sat up looking around me to see the only other person was Dean sleeping on the floor beside me.
I look at the clock on the wall seeing it’s just a little past two in the morning. I laid my head back down on the arm of the couch knowing I should go back to sleep but I was wide awake.
I lay there, tossing and turning for a bit trying to get more comfortable but nothing was working. Seeing that it was now fifteen past three I knew there was no chance I was going back to sleep. Sitting up again I let out a frustrated sigh.
I flinch when I hear how loud it was, my eyes snapping to Dean. I frown at myself seeing his green irises staring at me.
“You okay?” He asks softly unlike my loud mouth.
I nod looking down at him.
“S-sorry.” I force out wanting him to know I didn’t mean to wake him.
“S’okay.” He says sitting up, the blanket over him falling to show his bare chest..
He yawns, lifting his arms over his head showing his toned body. I flush, realizing I have never seen this much of him.
I turn my head, not wanting him to catch me looking. It clearly is not working when I hear a chuckle.
“You know I don’t care if you look right?” He says standing up.
I take a breath and look up at him towering over my body. I only came to his waist from sitting on the couch.
“I’m gonna get something for us to drink and then maybe you can try going back to sleep okay?” He asks using his fingers to tuck my hair behind my ear.
I nod and smile at him, butterflies feeling my stomach from his simple touches.
He smiles at me and turns to head towards the kitchen. From there I sat. I could see him open the fridge but I could see what he grabbed.
It only takes him a moment for him to return with a beer in one hand and an orange juice for me.
I blush, smiling that he bothered to remember that I liked it. Taking it from him I take a sip of the cool tart liquid sliding down my throat with ease.
Dean sits to the right of me taking a drink of his own beverage. Us sitting on the couch in siliance for a moment or two.
“Did you just say sorry?” He asks out of the blue, making me turn to look at him.
I nod confused by his sudden question.
“That’s what I thought I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I have dreams about you talking to me all the time.” He says, surprising me by his honesty.
He never seemed to mind being open about what he thought that was for sure.
Yawning he runs his hand across his face, something he does when he’s tired I noticed. I don’t know what gave me the courage to do it but I reach my left hand out and place it on his thigh patting it.
He looks down at my hand then up at me, giving me a playful smile.
“Careful Sophia, I might think you’re flirting with me.” He says teasing.
I knew he was joking but that doesn’t stop me from blushing.
I try to pull my hand away but he grabs it pulling me closer to him with it.
“Come’re.” He says pushing his words together, something else he seems to do when he’s tried.
I do as he asks setting my glass down and crawling over to him
He lets go of my hand dropping his grip to my hip, him using it to guide me to sit on his lap. I blush from the intimate possession but I don’t protest. Knowing Dean would never do anything I didn’t want to do.
He reaches up grabbing my face gently with both hands, him pushing my hair out of my face.
“You know you’re a very good girl right Sophia?” He asks, his question catching me off guard.
My body also catches me off guard by the flip my stomach does.
I don’t know how to respond to that even if I did talk but Dean doesn’t seem to mind. Dean pulls me closer to him, lowering my head down until our foreheads are pressed together.
He closes his eyes shut for a moment making me wonder what’s going on inside him.
“The things I would do to you…” He whispers under his breath making something deep inside me ache.
“But I can’t…” He says letting out a sigh, it’s a sigh of disappointment.
“It’s not a good idea. But I’ve never been known to be the one to do the right thing.”
I wrinkle my forehead completely confused on what he’s getting at.
I didn’t have time to process it either. Dean tilting his head just enough so his lips touched mine. They were soft, but firm. Just like how he was. A gentleness to him that made you want to fall into him. Trust him completely.
It was a scary feeling if I’m honest. Something I couldn’t understand. How I could trust him as much as I do given everything that has happened between me and Harry.
Maybe it was because he was so honest with everything. Maybe it was because he acted like he was the messed up one. Maybe it was because despite him seeing me broken he still decided to help me.
I don’t know what it was but no matter what I couldn’t deny that I trusted him. More than I’ve trusted anyone for a long time.
This is part 11 of Kitten. Here is the next part trying to work in the new story line my brain picked for this story. Hope you like it. Let me know what you think.
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sam tells Sophia the truth only for him to make her forget it all.
“Sit. We need to talk.” Sam says, looking more threatening than I have ever seen him.
Gulping and feeling like I didn’t have a choice I walked over to him and sat in the chair he pushed out with his foot.
He sits up straighter, popping his neck and rolling his shoulders like he has been there a while. Maybe he has. I locked myself up in my room for hours.
“We have a few things to talk about. First, what you think you saw earlier, I’ll explain.” He says picking up the leather bound journal beside him.
I jump when he throws it at me and it lands in my lap.
“That’s our dad’s. Mine and Dean’s. That’s what he left us when he finally went off the rails. I’m sure you know by now me and Dean aren’t your average joes. We are the head of a rather big mob.” He says making me surprised and hurt.
Dean wasn’t as innocent as I was led to believe.
“Look, I don’t expect you to understand it. But if you are going to stay here and be with Dean you will have to get used to us coming home bloody from time to time.” He says making me blush, from him saying I was with Dean also from being confused.
“Dean likes you. More than I’ve seen him like anyone in a very long time. I would like it if you stayed. For his sake. But you can’t go running off anytime something scary happens. We deal with scary things everyday. We will protect you. You are safe here but you will need to learn.” He says his brow wrinkled from how serious he looks.
Sighing he sits up straighter.
“It’s complicated with you being here. Dean normally keeps his pets away from here. Only letting them stay here on the weekends. I’m not used to having to pretend to be someone I’m not.”
My head spins with the information trying to understand what he was saying. I look at the book in my hands tempted to open it but also not wanting to.
All I knew was Sam had blood on him. Blood that wasn’t his. He was acting like that was normally and that wasn’t. I had to leave but where would I go? What would I do?
Despite everything, all I wanted to do was go to Dean. He would explain it. He always explained everything to me.
‘Why didn’t I just let him do that in the first place?’ I think feeling dumb all of a sudden.
“Sophia.” Sam says, making me look up at him. His big brown eyes softened.
“I’m sorry, I get a little domante when I’m trying to make a point. I just want you to stay here. My brother is happy, something he hasn’t been for a long time. Since we were kids.” He says, ringing his hands.
“I’m not going to force you into staying but think about it. I’ll explain everything. Dean doesn’t have to know. He doesn’t want you to know about the wicked world we live in. Not that I blame him. He’s scared about running you off with the things he likes in the bedroom let alone the things he does for work. Just forget this talk happened. I promise I didn’t hurt anyone. Well, anyone bad… I’ll try to keep myself blood free from now on.” He says smiling a boyish smile.
“Do you think you can stay?”
I glup, feeling overwhelmed. Fear, confusion, regret, and a whole mess of other things swam inside my head.
“Here let me get you some water.” Sam says quickly jumping up.
He walks over to the corner of the room where a mini fridge sits, bringing me a bottle of water. Twisting the lid off he hands it to me.
I smiled, taking it from him, hoping it helped settle my thoughts. I took a drink and was surprised at how good it tasted. Knowing I was asleep for a long time I took another drink, this one longer than the first one.
I blink when my head starts swimming. Suddenly feeling like my head weighs a hundred pounds I try to hold it up only for everything to go black.
I wake up on the bathroom floor feeling exhausted. My head and body are aching. Sitting up I try to remember what happened. Sam had blood on his shoe. Human blood?
Standing up I stumble to the door and then through my room. I open the bedroom door stopping when I see Dean sleeping against the wall.
I leave my bedroom door open and walk down the hall trying to make my way to the exit. When I reach the steps that lead outside I stop when I see Sam, him dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.
“Hey, you’re awake.” He says smiling softly at me.
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
“I’m sure you are scared of me after what you saw. I want to explain.” He says putting his hands in his pockets.
“I ran over a cat. I got out to help it, it belonged to some old lady and I packed it inside her house for her. I got blood all over my suit but I had an extra one in the car I just picked up from the cleaners. But no extra shoes, that’s why they had blood on them.” He says calmly, his brown eyes never leaving mine.
I take a breath not knowing if I should believe him or not.
“What are you talking about?” Dean asks, walking down the hall, him looking just as sleepy as I felt. His hair in messy tuffs around his head.
“I was just explaining to Sophia how I got blood on me. From the cat I hit yesterday.” Sam says looking over at Dean.
“Oh, yeah sorry about him scaring you. I would have explained but you wouldn’t let me in.” Dean says, looking at me, his green eyes meeting mine. The sensarty in them makes me calm down a bit.
“You’ve been in your room for a while. Do you want some food?” He asks gently.
“I can make us some food.” Sam smiles timidly at me.
Still feeling a bit confused I nod my head not having any reason not to trust them.
“Come on?” Dean questions holding his hand out to me, a question on his face.
I take his hand letting him lead me to the kitchen. Sam flips on the light as we walk in and goes to the fridge, while Dean gently pulls me to sit down next to him at the table.
“Like I said, I’m really sorry about scaring you.” Sam says bring me a glass of water.
“You think you could find it in your heart to forgive me?” He says softly.
I look up at him, not finding a cruel fleak in his eyes. I nod, earning a smile.
“Thank you. I promise not to do it again.”
“Oh Sam hush and get to cooking I’m starving.” Dean says waving off his baby brother.
It doesn’t take long for Sam to make us some oatmeal and egg whites.
While Dean complains about the healthy food I eat my own breakfast.
“I think you should stay home today. Sophia was pretty shaken up last night. I can cover your work for you.” Sam says talking to Dean.
“That would be great thanks.” Dean says smiling at his little brother.
They continue to talk as I eat slowly. Neither of them seem to mind. Nothing seems weird or out of place then any other time I have eaten with them. I quickly realized that I over reacted to what I saw yesterday.
Sam wasn’t a killer. He was too sweet to be.
After we ate we all helped clean up something I found oddly nice. Glad that Sam wasn’t cleaning up after me anymore.
Sam went to get ready for work while me and Dean went back to my room. I still felt tired despite sleeping so long but I guess sleeping on a bathroom floor would do that.
I climb into bed, Dean joining me after grabbing the coloring book, crayons, notepad and pens.
“I think we should have a talk. If that’s okay?”
I nod but Dean grabs my chin stopping me.
“Use your words Kitten.” He says softly yet sternly.
“Yes.” I say after swallowing hard.
“Good girl.” He says grinning.
“I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday.” He says letting go of my face and handing me the notepad and a pen.
“Not about Sam hitting a cat but about what happened between me and you.” He says, making me blush.
That seemed like so long ago but it was only yesterday. I nod telling him I’m ready to talk about it.
“I’m gonna be honest, I would like to do it again and more than that. But I’ll do it if you are ready. If you want to.”
“Yes.” I nod proud of myself for speaking again but I open my mouth wanting to say more.
“But? You’re shy?” Dean questions me gently, not in a mocking way.
I shake my head, Dean hands me the notebook and pen.
‘I’m afraid I don’t know what to do or what you want from me.’ I write out.
He reads it, nods and hands me the notebook back.
He smiles gently.
“I can show you what to do. One of my favorite things to do honestly. We can take it slow.” He says, sighing, running his hands through his hair.
“Honestly I’m a bit worried about scaring you.”
I shake my head, not scared of Dean. Him the only person I’ve felt safe with in a very long time.
He smiles softly, lifting his hand he gently touches my face.
Leaning towards me I close my eyes, my breath catching in my throat. His lips brush mine in a sweet gentle kiss.
I feel myself melt as my face heats up.
I hear him take a deep breath and pull away from me. His green eyes bore into mine making my stomach tangle up in knots.
Lifting his hand he gently strokes my cheek with his thumb.
“You’re-.” Dean starts to say but is cut off by Sam barging through the door.
“We gotta go!” He says looking frantically at Dean, making Dean jump from the bed.
I quickly follow his actions as Dean and Sam run down the hall.
“What’s going on?” Dean asks, running behind Sam.
“Just got a call from Cas. Apparently he’s getting some heat from helping me last night. He lied and said it wasn’t me, that we are out of town. Cops are on the way to search the place. We gotta go now. Make it seem like we haven’t been here in a few days.” Sam spills out, throwing a duffle at Dean, it is already packed.
I’m shocked at the information I’m getting but I don’t have time to process it. Dean grabbed my wrist to pull me with him.
“You’re taking her?” Sam asks, shocked.
“Dude she barely speaks, you think the people that are looking for us are going to believe that she can’t? They’ll do more than hurt her to get to us and you know it.” He says, he words making me feel sick.
With that said he pulls me along with him. Sam is not saying anything else but he doesn’t look happy.
Dean opens the back car door, throws his bag in it and then holds it open for me. I stop and look up at him, scared to get into the fear of what’s going to happen next.
Sighing, Dean looks at me, his face wrinkled with anxiety.
“Come on Kitten. You’ll be safe with us. I’ll explain everything I promise, but we gotta go. Right now.” He says his worried eyes convince me of the urgency.
I answered him by climbing into the car and shutting the door behind me. Sam is already in the front seat. Dean jogs around the car and gets behind the wheel.
As he starts the engine and pulls out of the garage. He takes off his tires spinning from his speed. As we zoom down the street the car in silence I can’t help but think.
This is part 10 of Kitten. I know it’s been a while since I posted anything. I’m sorry about that. Life is crazy. Anyways. Here is the next part please don’t hate me for it. It’s not what I planed on writing but writers block sucks. Hope you like it.
Fic Summery: Sophia has never known love, her always picking the “good guy” him always turning out to be like a snake in the weeds. What will happen when she's took home one night by a “bad guy” him showing her things she never knew about herself.
Part Summery: Sophia suspects the truth about the brothers and what they really do for work.
After we ate dinner Dean led me back to my room. Him casually talking about things that didn’t matter. I knew he was doing it for my benefit to help me relax.
But before we could get down the hall the door opened at the top of the steps Sam walked inside.
He turns to see us, greeting us with a simple Hey.
I smile and wave back thinking about trying to reply but stop myself. Wanting to save my words for Dean. Well at least for now.
“Dinners in the kitchen.” Dean says, nodding his head towards that direction.
“Thanks.” Sam says, taking a breath as he reaches the bottom of the steps. Him running his fingers through his hair.
“Everything okay?” Dean asks, prompting me to look Sam over.
I stop when I spot a dark stain on Sam’s shoe. It was dried telling me it’s been there at least an hour.
That also made me realize that Sam was wearing different clothes. He was still dressed in a nice suit but it was a different color than before. Faint scratches were on his neck as well.
There was blood on Sam’s shoe. Why?
I felt a wave of fear run through me as I took a step away from him.
“What’s wrong Sophia?” Dean asks, turning to face me.
I ignore his question only pointing to Sam’s shoe. My stomach drops when Dean looks at it, seeming to be unfazed.
Sam look’s down and clenches his jaw as he looks back up at me.
“Look, it’s not what you think.” He says taking a step towards me but I ignore him.
Turning a bolt down the hall my mind screamed at me to run to get out of here as fast as I could.
I ran as fast as I could hearing both Dean and Sam call after me. Reaching my bedroom I close the door behind me, locking it and moving to slam the desk against it.
I frantically look around for something to defend myself with suddenly not wanting to be around either of them. Every shady thing the brothers did came to mind all at once.
I was living with bad men. Killers it seemed.
I jump and even scream as someone knocks on the door.
“Sophia, it’s me. Calm down.” Dean says his voice is gentle and even.
“Sophia I’m sorry I scared you. Let me explain.” Sam says, him sounding just as kind. Even a bit sad.
I shake my head as if they can see me and run to lock myself into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me.
I hear them knocking and trying to get me to open the door so I cover my ears to block out the sound.
Tears stream down my face as I picture them breaking down the door and dragging me out to kill me too.
I knew too much right? What did I expect? Trusting complete strangers I met at a club. The banging gets louder, making me cry out in fear and sobs.
I never saw either of them angry but I was about to. Curling up tighter into a ball I can only blame myself for my fate.
But neither of them come. Soon the sound of their muffled voices and knocking stop. Only the sound of my crying is left. I stay that way crying myself to sleep.
When I wake up I’m still in the bathroom, it feels like hours have passed. My stomach twisted in hunger telling me maybe it was longer than that.
Sitting up from the hard floor I move to my feet and open the bathroom door seeing the desk is exactly where I left it. Pushed against the door.
I walk cautiously towards it half expecting them to still be standing there. I look over at the clock to see it’s well past midnight. Nearly five in the morning.
I wonder if Sam and Dean left for work. Work? What really was their job? Dean said it wasn’t exactly legal. What did that mean?
I push the desk back into it’s palace quietly hoping they are gone and I could get out of here. The thought of leaving fills me with mixed emotions. I wanted out, scared they were gonna hurt me but I also wanted to stay the feelings I was growing for Dean still very much there. It also didn’t help that they saved me.
Opening the door slowly I jump seeing Dean there but I quickly realize he was sleeping. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and his bend down. Gently snores leave his mouth making me wonder how long he’s been there.
Since I locked myself inside my room most likely.
I leave my bedroom door open and walk down the hallway not really sure what my plan was.
Was I leaving? Where would I go? Was I going to stay? I didn’t really know either one of them.
I carefully move down the hall towards the exit. The whole bunker is pitch black except for the red lights lighting my path along the wall.
Walking past the kitchen I ignore the very loud growl my stomach lets out. I jump when a light clicks on my head snapping to the source.
Sam sits at the wooden tables, the lamp in the middle being turned on by him. Him most likely hearing my stomach.
He looks as if he’s been up all night, a deadly serious look on his face.
I glup at the sight of him, scared of what he will do to me.
He pushes a chair away from the table, pointing to it.
“Sit. We need to talk.”
A/N Do you want me to add some supernatural things to this fic? Do you want some Sophia x Sam action? Thank you for reading :)
This is part 4 of Angel Eyes sorry for not posted in ages. But I found this on a flash drive from like 2017 so I edited and thought I should post it. I hope you like it.
Fic Summary: This is backstory to kind help people understand Dean and Callie’s relationship. Sam, Dean and Callie go get tattoos :P
Walking into the bathroom I bent over untying my boots. Kicking them off I stood up and met my green eyes in the mirror. Reaching up to take my hair down I stopped when there was no longer a black string around my wrist. I quickly opened the bathroom door shocking Sam he was behind it and I almost hit him.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked dropping his bags by the door and walking up to me. I was taken back when he grabbed my arms softly as if I was going to pass out.
“I lost my antipossion charm.” I say biting my lip.
“You what?” Dean and Sam asked, clearly mad.
“I didn’t mean to. It was on my wrist and I guess it must have broke.”
“Great, what are we going to do now? I doubt Booby just has another one laying around.” Dean asked, throwing up his arm and walking away from me.
“Even if he did, who says she wont lose it again.” Sam says sitting on the bed.
“I’m right here, ya know. Maybe it’s in the hotel room.”
“We just got here. I doubt you lost it in the past five minutes.” Sam said.
“Well it’s not like I can just tattoo the thing to me.” I said throwing up my arms and moving to the door shutting it, probably a little too rough., but I hate being treated like I’m five.
“Wait a minute.” Dean says, making me turn to face him.
“Why not get it tattooed. It would get rid of having to keep up with it. And plus its one sure way, no demon would ever get into us ever again.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” I say agreeing. “I always wanted to get a tattoo anyways.” I say shrugging.
“And what if I don’t.” Sam says standing up.
“Oh come on Sammy it’s common sense, to get one.” Dean says lifting his hands.
“Yeah, it’s the smart thing to do.” I say smiling, getting butterflies about the thought of getting tattooed.
“Oh and what are we meant to tell the person that does it?” Sam asks.
“The truth. It looks like some tribal tattoo that people walk around with all the time. The worse case they think we are weirdos but there still going to do it.” I say sitting down beside Dean on the bed.
“Callie is right, money is money. They don’t care as long as they get paid.”
“What if they only take cash?”
Sighing I throw my head back hitting Dean’s shoulder.
“Then we go to the bar, play a little pool and go back. With cash. Why are you so against getting a tattoo?” I ask
“Yeah, Sammy it can be on your ass for all I care.” Dean says laying back on the bed’s headboard making me fall, sence I was still leaning on him.
Glaring up at him I sat back up, only getting a small laugh out of him.
“How do we even know it will work?”
Sighing again I laid back on Dean’s legs reaching back to grab my phone off the nightstand. Flipping it open I pressed 3 it calling Bobby.
“Callie, it’s 1AM what the hell do you want?” Bobby answered sound sleepy and mad.
“Sorry Bobby. I didn’t realize it was so late but I have a important question.”
“About what?” He said trying to be helpful but not hiding his anger.
“The charms you gave us. If we tattoo the symbol to ourselves will that work the same as wearing them?”
“What kind of idjit are you? Of course it will work. Next time you decide to bother me while I’m sleeping make sure it’s a damn good question.”
“Sorry Bobby, just wanted to make sure.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I’ll let you go back to sleep. Good night Bobby. Sweet Dreams.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet.” He says hanging up.
“He is mean when he is sleepy.” I say looking up at Dean as I close my phone.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Looks like your getting inked up, buttercup.” I say smiling at him.
Sighing, he clenched his jaw.
“I’ll be in the car. Hurry up.” He says walking out to the car grabbing his jacket as he went.
“I think he needs a nap. He is a little grumpy.” I say looking back up at Dean.
“I think you’re right. Better not keep him waiting.” He says smiling, clearly enjoying this as much as me.
Sitting up I walk to the bathroom grabbing my shoes and sitting on the tub to put them back on.
“Where do you think I should get it?” Dean asked leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.
Looking up at the ceiling I bit my lip, thinking of where a tattoo would look good on Dean. The first thing was anywhere. Shaking away that thought. I thought of where I like tattoos on guys.
“Hmm… Shoulder, shoulder blade, or chest.” I say tying my boot and pulling on the other one.
“What about you. Where are you going to get it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want it super viable. Like I don’t want to have to worry about people being like what’s that?”
“I think you should get it on your ribs.” Dean says as I finish tying the other boot.
“Why the ribs. That’s the worse place to get a tattoo.” I say standing up and walking out of the bathroom, feeling Dean follow me.
“Well one because it’s hot and two I know you can take the pain.” He says making blood rush to my cheeks.
“Is that so?” I ask turning to face him, a smirk finding my lips.
I almost smack myself for how flirty that sounds but it’s hard not to when you have Dean in front of you.
“Yeah. You’re kinda a badass.” He says smirking and winking at me.
I laugh softly, him joining me. Rolling my eyes I shake my head a little.
“Maybe.” I say walking to the door, stepping out into a soft sprinkle.
“Rain!” I say smiling up at the sky loving the cool drops on my heated cheeks.
“What was about not being five?” Dean asked behind me and pinched my side, making me jerk a little.
“Shut up.” I say sticking my tongue out at him, earning a laugh.
I jump when Baby’s horn goes off. Looking at Dean’s price postion I see Sam sitting in the front seat looking like a parent who just cought his child having sex.
“Again, I repeat, grumpy.” I say looking back at Dean and stepping off the curb to get into the car.
“Why not bug him a little more.” Dean says opening the driver door for me.
Taking the hint I get in and move to the middle, Sam clenching his jaw making me laugh.
“Oh don’t be so grumpy. It’s only a little seat sharing.” I say poking his hard jaw.
“Just can we get this over with?”
“Damn Sam, Bobby is not the only one that’s mean when he is tired.” Dean says starting the car backing out.
“I just want to get this done so I can take a shower and get a few hours in before I have to get up in the morning.”
“Hey, you’re the one who wants to run before dawn.” I say shrugging.
One look from Sam is enough to make me shut up and hold up my hands as a surender. I lean into Dean to get away from Sam before he bursts a blood vessel. Feeling bad for now getting up front, for wanting to bug him more.
Maybe feeling the same or seeing Sam’s face. Dean lays his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him, giving Sam as much space as he can get with all of us up front. Leaning into Dean’s side I close my eyes and just listen to the rain picking up and hitting the Impala’s roof. Moving his arm down, I shift slightly laying my head on Dean’s shoulder, feeling completely relaxed. No not relaxed. At home.
When Dean’s neck starts vibrating with him humming I let myself enjoy it till the point of my eyes don’t want to stay open anymore.
I softly smack Dean’s chest, making him stop.
“What was that for?” He asks sounding shocked.
“You’re making me fall asleep.” I say a yawn leaving my mouth, making a laugh leave Dean’s.
“Dean, maybe we should go back to the motel. Let Callie sleep.”
“Oh your not getting out of this that easy, buttercup.” I say sitting up and looking at him, making me slightly dizzy but I ignore it, it fading quickly.
“Yeah, because we are here.” Dean says pulling into the parking lot of a tattoo and piercing shop.
Getting out of the car, I quickly follow Dean to escape the picking up rain.
“Welcome. What can I do for you?” Asks the tattooed bearded main at the front desk.
“Hi, we’re looking to get a tattoo. We heard this was the place to come.” Dean says, making the man laugh.
“Well that’ll be right. I’m Chet, nice to meet you.” Chet says holding out his hand to Dean.
“Dean.” He says taking it.
“And you Miss?” He asks looking down at me.
“Callie.” I say waving and smiling.
“And the tall fella?” He asks looking over me at Sam.
“Oh that sour thing is my little brother Sammy. Sammy come say hi.” Dean says waving him over.
“It’s Sam.” He says holding his hand out to Chet.
“Well, nice to meet you folks. So like I said before, what can I do for you?”
“We all three want this.” Sam says handing Chet a piece of paper with the simbel roughly graw on it.
“You draw this yourself?” Chet asks, taking the picture and looking down at it stroking his beard.
“Yeah, I did. Look, not to be rude, but can we hurry this up I would really like to get some sleep.” Sam says, looking tired.
“Well just slow down there a minute.” Chet says not even the least bit surprised with Sam’s mood.
“How big are you three talking? Because if you want something huge It’s going to be more than one trip. Plus you have how are you going to pay and where you want it at.”
“No bigger than three inches.” I say getting an agreement from both the boys.
“Altight. That will be 75 each. That’s without color.”
“You take credit?” Dean asks.
“Yes, sir we do.”
“Well, let’s do this.” Dean says, pulling out his wallet and handing him his card.
I’m a little surprised when he doesn’t look at it or ask for ID.
“Alright, well let me go draw this up and you three can talk about where you want it and who goes first.” Chet says taking the picture Sam drew and walking in the back.
“Sam you can go first.” I say sitting on one of the black leather couches, Dean sitting beside me.
“Why do I go first?” Sam asks sitting in a plastic chair across from us.
“Because you won’t have to wait you can go out and sleep in the car while we get ours done.” I say like it’s obvious.
“Okay sure, whatever.”
“Man he really is tired.” Dean says laying his arm on the back of the couch.
“Yeah, well it will be over soon and we will never have to worry about it again.” I say smiling up at Dean, because I would probably just get a glare from Sam.
On the note I could feel his death glaze burn a hole in my head.
“So did you decide where you are going to get yours?” I ask, whoever wants to answer.
“I’m working on it.” Dean says winking at me, making me roll my eyes.
“What about you Clauda?” Sam asks
“Still thinking.” I say biting my trying to think of where would be the best place.
All three of us fall into a comfortable silence waiting on Chet. He returns around thirty minutes later.
“Alright I got everything all set up. So who is going first.”
Both me and Dean pont to Sam.
“Alright, son, follow me back.” Chet says holding the beads hanging over the door out of Sam’s way.
“Be nice!” I say getting a Yeah, Yeah and a wave from him.
Chet laughs and walks thru the door with Sam in front of him.
“So, you really don’t know where you are getting yours?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“No, everywhere I think don’t seem right.” I say biting my lip.
“I have an idea.” Dean says.
“Oh gosh.” I say covering my face, slightly worried.
“Well at least hear me out first.”
“Okay fine, fine. What is your idea?” I ask, looking up at Dean to meet bright green eyes.
“You pick for me and I pick for you.” He says shrugging.
“That way if we can get an outsider’s thoughts on it.”
Smiling, I nod my head.
“You know I really like that.” I say, saying exactly how I felt.
“See and you didn’t trust me.”
“Oh, I trust you. I trust you get me into trouble by putting it on my forehead.”
Laughing Dean ran his hand down his face.
“I was thinking more your cheek but if that’s what you want to go with, its your face darlin’.” He says pulling me closer to him and tickling me softly.
Giggling I push his hands away, just as Chet and Sam walk out.
“Well that was fast.” Dean says, sounding halfway disappointed.
“Yeah, I’ll be out in the car.” Sam says doing just that.
“Alright who’s next.”
“Me!” I say standing up and walking over to Chet.
“You gonna bring your boyfriend with you?” Chet asks nodding at Dean.
Blushing at the boyfriend comment, I ignore it and turn to face Dean feeling dumb since he is picking the spot for the tattoo.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” I say running to him and grabbing his forearm just to pull him up from his seat.
I hear Chet laugh behind us making me wonder exactly what life he thinks we have.
Following him back into the other room, Dean laces his fingers with mine making me smile up at him. He quickly returns it making my stomach do flips.
“Room three.” Chet gestures to the last door.
Dean quickly takes the lead pulling me behind him. When we step into the room I can help the rush I get when I see the chair with the gun beside it.
“You okay?” Dean asks looking down at me.
“Yeah, why?” I ask, confused as why he would ask that.
LIfting our joined hands he lets go to show me how my hand is shaking.
“Oh. They’re the good kind. Here feel my heart.” I say taking his hand and placing it to my chest before I can think.
Realizing what I did I feel myself blush a little but I keep his hand there. He is my “boyfriend” after all.
Smiling Dean moves his hand up to my neck, pulling me to him to kiss my forehead.
“One hell of an adrenaline rush huh?” Dean asks moving so Chet can get to his spot beside the chair.
“So do we know where we want it?” Chst asks when he sets down.
“He does.” I say pointing to Dean and moving back a little.
“Oh, alright what’ll it be son?” He asks looking up at Dean.
“She wants it on her rib. Here.” Dean says placing his hand on my right side just under my bra strap.
“And you’re okay with that?” Chet asks looking at me, making eye contact. I guess to see if I’m lying.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I say telling the truth.
Feeling all at once how I could not picture it anywhere else.
“Alright well take a seat, I’ll fix the chair once you’re on it. Dean there is a stool in the hall if you want to grab it so you have somewhere to sit.”
“Alright.” He says walking out of the room quickly returning since the stool was just outside the door.
“Is this your first tattoo?” Chet asked, fixing the chair so he could reach my rib easily.
“Yep.” I say popping the P getting comfortable on my left side.
“Well let me tell you it’s going to hurt a lot.”
“She can take it.” Dean says sitting on the stool my face becoming even with his belly.
“Well just let me know if you need to take a break. Don’t worry though I got 20 years under my belt. Or should I say gun. You’re in good hands.”
“Thanks Chet.” I say smiling at him and laying my head on my left arm, my other one laying in front of me.
“Lift your shirt for me please.” Chet says.
“I got it.“ Dean says before I can even move. Pulling my shirt up I feel as if it’s in slow motion but maybe that’s just because I’m suddenly very aware of how many scars I have on my stomach and hips.
I realize that it’s not Dean seeing them, it’s Chet. I can hear the questions now. But they never come. Instead I feel something like paper being stuck to my sink.
"So you from around here?” Chet asked, one of us.
“No. Road trip. She got it in her head that we all should get tattoos.”
“Hey! It’s for a good reason.” I say sticking my tongue out at Dean even though he is not eye level with me. Well he is never eye level with me.
“About that if you don’t mind me asking. Your brother said something about it being in the family. He didn’t make much since. He was not in a chatty mood.
"Yeah, it’s been in his family for years. All the way back to the tribes. The people believed that it could keep you from getting posed.” I say smiling a “what the hell smile”.
“Oh thats a new one.”
“Yeah, but like I said she got it in her head. So it had to be done. But at the end of the day it’s a badass tattoo.”
“That it is.” Chet said starting up the gun making a buzz fill the room.
“Ready?” He asked from behind me.
“Ready.” I say as Dean seems to shrink down to my level. Him pulling the lever on the bottom of the stool. He still has to bend down a little to be eye to eye with me but that’s better than nothing.
When the needle of the gun first touched my skin it felt like I was being punched so hard it made my ribs brake. Groning I clenched my jaw and grabbed onto the nearest thing which happened to be Dean’s forearm.
“Are you okay?” Chet asked, pulling the gun from me.
“Yes” I say closing my eyes and groaning again.
“Man that hurts worse than getting sticked up.” I say taking a deep breath thru my nose and blowing it out of my mouth.
“Should I keep going?”
“Yeah, keep going.” I say moving my hand to Dean’s.
Feeling the pain again I bit my lip so I didn’t make a noise. It still hurts but this time I knew what to expect. It felt like someone was digging a white hot nail down my side.
After a minute it slowly turned into a dull pain as my skin in that spot went numb.
“Dean is it?”
“Yeah.” Dean says pushing my raven hair off my face.
“You got a keeper. Never have I ever seen a first timer get a tattoo on their ribs and be this quiet or still.”
“Yeah, she is good at that.”
Laughing I moved my right arm over my head and looked down as best as I could watching Chet wipe away ink from my side.
Smiling at the butterflies again I laid my arm back down. Dean laying his hand on the back of mine lacing his fingers through mine.
“That scar on her hip. I walked in on her sewing it up herself.” Dean said, sounding almost like he was bragging.
“Yeah and you should have heard the ear full I go for it.” I say, smiling softly, my eyes closed.
It seemed to help with the pain, the less I talked. So that’s what I didn’t do. I lay there listening to Dean and Chet talk about me and what happened so I had to get sewn up. Dean came up with the lie that I was a nurse in afghanistan. That’s where we met, that’s where the scar he was talking about came from. If only it was that noble. When really it came from breaking up a bar fight between Dean and some dude hitting on me very, very hard. To the point I almost stabbed him. Dean did walk in on me sowing up and I did get an ear full. But it was not just him telling me how I should not have tried to break up the fight. Or sow myself up.
It had a mix of the crystal green his eyes get when he is hurting. It didn’t take two glances to see that he was mad at himself more than me. He thought it was his fault.
Always dose.
“Callie you alright?” Dean asks, making me open my eyes and look up at him, a yawn leaving my mouth.
“Well I guess that answers my question.” Chet said laughing.
“What?”
“I thought you passed out of something. I told him you were fine but he wanted to be sure.”
“No, yeah, I’m okay. Just listening to you talk. Your voice is relaxing.” I say smiling up at him, making him scratch the back of his head telling me I embarrassed him which didn’t happen often.
“Well you’re halfway done. So finish your nap.” Dean says, trying to laugh it off.
“Thanks.” I say smiling and closing my eyes.
Lucky me Chet started another conversation with Dean about what all he has hunted.
He went on about telling him something about a bear which I think was one of the werewolves we have killed or maybe a windigo.
“Alright, you are done.” Chet said, turning off everything.
“Can I see?” I ask sitting up a little. An ache in my side.
“Let me clean you up first.”
Nodding I layed back on the chair and poked Dean’s chest making him look down at me.
Summary:Years ago, Dean got hit by a memory spell. Ever since, even if Rowena fixed him, he gets weird absences; he suddenly forgets who he is and always runs away. There’s only one place he can go, one place he feels safe. To the night you met.
Warning: angst, feelings, amnesia, memory loss, anger due to amnesia, angst, after effect from a spell/curse, verryyyy angsty, mention of character death, grief, graveyard, angst
A/n: Hey guys! It’s been a while since I last posted, sorry about that, I’ve been feeling pretty low! So, this is for @libre1rose8 300 followers writing challenge! My prompt was: “I don’t even remember my own name!”, the place: graveyard, and the object: ring. For maximum angst effect, please listen tothison repeat :) and sorry for the angst!
From Dean Winchester asking his brother to help him find their dad in the pilot, to Sam telling Dean he cant keep going without him in the series finale. It’s always been the two of them.
Summary: One little training session with Dean. He won the battle but you won the war.
“anddd you’re down!” Dean smugly grins as he easily grabs your wrist, on one hand, the other grabbing your shoulder before gently forcing you on your back on the ground.
You let out a puff of frustration, breathing heavily to try and catch your breath, your eyebrow twitching as you watch the amused and smug grin on his face.
For the last couple of hours, you’ve been wrestling with Dean, trying to prove your point that you can defend yourself against a vampire or whatever kind of monster you encounter barehanded. But Dean was barely sweating.
“this is so unfair” you whined, pulling your lips into a pout “we should have at least both your hands tied behind your back”
Dean let out a chuckle before pushing himself off you and offering his hand at you, which you grumpily took.
“and that is fair?” he said only receiving a glare at you. “accept it you suck”
You rolled your eyes at him “yeah, yeah, all hail the big bad Winchester" you mock
“I sure am” he proudly said, puffing his chest a little.
The moment he turned around, an idea pop into your head. With a grin you jump on his back, trying to use your weight to throw him off balance. Unfortunately, Dean had expected you to do so or he just had good reflex.
Despite stumbling a little, Dean manages to grab hold of you and switch your position as he turned you around and once again throwing you onto the mat. Still being gentle as much as he can.
“Nice try” he smirks, hovering above you, hands on either side of your head and your legs trap between his.
“It’s worth the try” you breathe, hands snaking around behind his neck, then running it against his hair. A wide grin spreading into his face as he realizes where this is going.
with his eyes trailing down from your eyes to your lips, he leaned down next to your ear “I could think of other ways to get you under me”
Now it was your turn to smirk, in one swift movement you throw over Dean into his back, crawled away, and stood up.
“Yeah, nice try” you snorted, mimicking his previous words, before walking away, swaying your hips a little to tease him more.
Deans groans of disappointment were the last you heard as the silent hallway was filled with your laughter.
Summary: searching for the mystery kisser after one blackout in the bunker.
You had always been afraid of the dark, ever since you were a kid the thought of being alone in the dark makes you feel suffocated, never knowing what’s around you.
as a hunter, your fear had interfered with your hunting more than you can count but the thought of killing monsters and saving a life fuels your adrenaline and overcome your fear.
at night, to be able to sleep you would sleep with the bedside lamp open or just randomly open your phone’s flashlight. your fear was of course known by the other occupants of the house.
Sam would leave lights on the hallways in case you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. Cass got you some stuffed toys to help you in tough times. Jack helped you redecorate your room to make it more warm and comfortable to sleep in, while Dean installed a light inside Baby in case you travel during the night for a hunt.
eventually, you overcome your fear thanks to their help, to the point that you can now travel at night, given that you’re with someone. the only thing left to overcome was being alone in the dark. everything was perfect, no panic or anxiety attack for as long as you can remember. that is until you were alone in the library, reading a random book about monsters when suddenly the light died down, engulfing your whole sight with darkness.
“What the hell!?”
with shaking hands you scrambled around your seat, looking for your phone on the table, quickly tapping on the flashlight icon. the little light providing you with a little sense of comfort.
your loud heart thudding on your chest pounded on your ears. you wanted to move and ran somewhere but you were frozen on your spot, not able to move with your shaky legs. the thought of walking in the dark, not knowing what could jump on you sends all reasoning on the drain.
you felt you stop breathing when you heard a noise behind you.
“wh–who–whose there?” you meekly threatened, more surprised that you manage to let it out.
when you were greeted by silence, you let out a slow, deep and shaky breath, clutching your phone in your hand as your brain starts playing in your mind of what could happen in the dark.
you quickly turned around when you heard footsteps behind you, but when you move the phone from one side to another, there was nowhere there. plunging you deeper into your fear.
by now, you can feel the hot tears streaming down your cheeks as you try to catch your breath as much as you can, followed by uncontrollable sobbing.
with shaky legs, you were sure to collapse but then you felt someone grab your shoulder, jolting you in surprise, sending your phone flying away as you began to thrust an attempt to push whoever it was but the hold on you tightens as you were now wheezing, feeling like you were drowning.
“It’s okay, I got you” you heard the mystery person say calming you a little bit but the wheezing didn’t stop as you were a sobbing mess.
seeing you weren’t calming down, and the other person has no idea what to do. he did the only thing he knows.
you felt someone’s lips on you, the shock sending your heart thudding for a different reason. his lips were soft and gentle as if he was afraid one more push and you’ll break, the hands wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek send a feeling of protection.
there were fireworks, you definitely felt it, sparks you read countless times in books and now you knew what exactly it felt.
“what?” You whispered when the other person pulled away but there was no response.
a sense of drowning overcome you once again when you felt the other person disappear, his touch lingering on the skin he touches you. but just then, the lights came back finding yourself alone in the library, your phone on the floor, flashlight still on.
at first, you thought it wasn’t real but you knew that spark and fireworks were definitely real.
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“say it again,” you asked Sam for the fifth time, this time you closed your eyes as you try to recollect the feeling of your mystery kisser that night.
“ It’s okay…ah I got you?” Sam stiffly said, as if he was reading a script, his hand awkwardly on your waist the other on your cheeks.
“say it with more feelings, as you mean it” you spoke, furrowing your eyebrows at Sam who towers above you. that night, your mind was clouded and foggy, you can’t remember his tone but you knew can hear his words repeating on your head over and over.
Sam chuckled, pulling his hand away from you before stuffing them on his side. “what’s this really about Y/n?” he asked, making you sigh in disappointment, but a big part of you relive that it was not Sam at all.
“well, the other day….” then you began to explain to Sam what happened, the two of you seat in front of each other, both of you enjoying the warm coffee and breakfast he made since he wakes up super early.
“that’s interesting,” Sam said with a laugh “but I know for a fact it’s not me” “I already know it’s not you, you’re too big” you rolled your eyes at him. but just then, Dean came waltzing on the kitchen on his signature robe, a beaming smile on his face.
“I bet it’s the first time you heard a girl say that to you” Dean teased, wiggling his eyebrows at his younger brother who gave his famous bitch face to Dean.
“Dean, perfect timing” you exclaimed, ignoring the coming bickering between them.
Dean raised an eyebrow at you as he pours himself a cup of coffee, making it a sign to continue, you focus all your attention on him. a super huge part of you hoping it was him.
“Where were you the other day? when there was a blackout?” you asked
“ahh, I was with Cas for a supply run, why?” Dean mumbled, a slight disappointment filing up your heart, while Sam gave a suspicious look to his brother like he knew something you didn’t.
“really? then that just leaves Jack but I doubt Jack would do that to me” you frowned, not knowing what to say if it was ever Jack. but you doubt that it was the kid at all.
with newfound information, you finish your breakfast and decided to leave to continue your investigation of the mystery kisser.
“But I’ll ask to be sure, if it’s not Jack then we have to bless this bunker because I won’t stay in here knowing there’s a wandering ghost”
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talking with Jack, it didn’t take a genius to know it wasn’t him, you already doubt it was him but you just needed to confirm it with your own ears. walking back to the kitchen, your mind kept playing detective on you.
if it isn’t Sam, Dean or Jack then that leaves Cas, but according to Dean, he and Cas were on a supply run so whoever the mystery kisser is it might not be one of your housemates.
“guys I think there’s a ghost on the bunker, we really should ask Cas to check for an evil spirit on here” you exclaimed, already tuning to the kitchen, only to be greeted by Cas in front of you.
“there’s a protective barrier on this place so I assure you there’s no evil spirit” Cas explained in his monotone voice, causing you to chuckled at the innocent angel.
“I know Cas, it’s just something weird happened” you laugh, walking around him to go to the cupboards.
“Y/n we hunt monsters for a living, I don’t think a ghost living in a bunker can spook us” Sam commented, still seating to where you left him
“hey, this is supposed to be our hideout, I don’t want a ghost wandering around” you laughed once again.
you stop in your tracks as you opened the cupboards one after the other, finding it empty.
“Hey, Dean?” you called, turning around to face Dean who was stuffing himself with bacon.
“what?”
you raise an eyebrow at him, glancing at the once empty cupboards once again before turning to Dean.
“you said you and Cas went supply run the other day, but why is this place almost empty?” you asked, causing Dean to choke midway on his eating, Sam quickly passing him a glass of water.
Meanwhile, Cas tilted his head at you, a curious and confuse look on his face.
“I wasn’t with Dean the other day” he mumbled
“I think you have an amnesia dude” Dean quickly replied, after recovering at his choking a while ago.
“I’m not,” Cas said turning to Dean with a confused look “why are you making that face at me?”
Dean’s face drop in frustration at his friend’s lack of understanding. sensing the atmosphere and already putting the two and two together, Sam stood up and pushed the angel out the kitchen.
“came on Cas, let’s give them some space” Sam urged
“space? like some air?” you heard the angel say before their voices disappear into the distance.
meanwhile, an air of awkwardness was left between you and Dean, he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you.
“so it was you?” you smirk, feeling great relief that it was Dean.
“ what’s the point of lying, yes it was me” he admitted, still looking everywhere except you.
slowly, you took a step towards him, hands on your back but eyes never leaving his.
“was it just your way of calming me down? because if it is, then you suck at it, big time” you laugh, Dean’s eyes snapping quickly at yours.
“what?! no! you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you, not just that night but every single day ever since you walk in our life, I have been holding myself back ever since” he angrily explained, stepping towards you until you two were standing in front of each other.
finally, he looked down at you, eyes boring into yours, this was what he was afraid of, once he stares at that innocent and kind eyes his afraid he wouldn’t be able to take it away.
“then don’t hold back” you mumbled and that was all it took for him to lean down and pressed his lips on yours. the fireworks and the sparks intensifying every second.
“We got to make up for the lost time” Dean mumbled after he pulled away, resting his forehead in yours.
Having (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him as you whimpered in impatience was driving Dean crazy. Letting his head fall, his lips trailed your throat. Breathing you in with a groan before his teeth nipped at your pulse. He should be patient.
Take it slow.
Yet, seeing you, so willing to submit to him, had him rock hard as he ground against you. Teasing a gasped moan out of you that he swallowed with a bruising kiss.
No one in that damn bar would have the privilege of hearing your sweet cries.
Having (Y/E/C) eyes look up at him as you whimpered in impatience was driving Dean crazy. Letting his head fall, his lips trailed your throat. Breathing you in with a groan before his teeth nipped at your pulse. He should be patient.
Take it slow.
Yet, seeing you, so willing to submit to him, had him rock hard as he ground against you. Teasing a gasped moan out of you that he swallowed with a bruising kiss.
No one in that damn bar would have the privilege of hearing your sweet cries.
Summary:Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and businessman duo closer together?
Triggers:Talk of kidnapping, injuries, hospitals
Y/N = Your name | Y/L/N = Your last name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour
Dean The incessant beeping pulled Dean back out of the darkness that had temporarily swallowed him. Sending shocks of dull pain, diluted by annoyance, through his system as he kept his eyes shut, trying to get his bearings.
How long had he been out?
What had happened after the click of the gun he’d been sure would end his life? He thought he remembered the cops.. He was sure that he’d felt the twinge of relief of (Y/N) being safe. Had he imagined it all?
The last thing he remembered was… What was it?
He remembered the sounds of paramedics, urging him to respond to them. And (Y/N), he remembered his beautiful girl next door. She’d been crying. He’d tried to… Had he told her how he felt? He thoughthe did, though he couldn’t be sure if it wasn’t just all a dream concocted by his mind once he fell unconscious. The final confessions of a doomed man.
Still, he was sure he heard her, saw her. In the ambulance? Had he beenin an ambulance? Damn it, his mind was jumbled and slow and he had to fight the urge to not scream in frustration. Everything was hazy… Blurry.
It was all snapshots, but nothing fit together right. The only clear spot was her. His sunshine girl.
Where everything else was out of focus, she was crystal clear. The tears that had stained her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes and the slight tremble to her lips as she tried to hold back her sobs. Her small voice begging him to be ok, begging for forgiveness for crimes that weren’t hers to carry. Her fragile-but-strong shoulders had been shaking under the weight of those damn unearned chains and shackles, and Dean hadn’t been able to push them away or carry them for her.
Though, even if those moments with her were clear. They were all still just as jumbled together as everything else. As if the heavy hit to his head had rearranged the fragmented memories from the hellish night.
Wrestling with his own memories, Dean frowned at the constant beeping and the voices arguing quietly in the background. It was all too loud, too much. He couldn’t think straight with all that noise.
Gritting his teeth in preparation for the light he could somehow sense through his shut eyelids, Dean opened his eyes carefully. Looking out through the veils of his eyelashes at first, before the sight in front of him made him open them fully.
(Y/N),thank god…
She wasn’t looking his way, her jaw set with that cute stubborn expression she’d wear to show whomever got in her way that she wasn’t budging. And, as Dean finally managed to blink away the rest of the fog over his eyes, the target of her stubborn rage and whispered arguments came into view. At first, Dean had to fight the bile rising in his throat when he saw the crisp uniform of the Detective, however, as his features came fully into view, the panic that was slowly building vanished with a short push of air through pursed lips. Detective Davies, not Ketch.
Thank god, she was safe. He hadn’t just dreamt it all up.
“You heard the doctor Ms. (Y/L/N), Mr. Winchester will be fine. His ribs are mainly bruised with just one hairline fracture. The bullet only strayed him and the injury to his head wasn’t serious either. At most he might be suffering from a concussion. He’ll be cleared to return home after one night under observation…” Mick Davies’ voice was exasperated as he kept his words soft and barely even audible in the otherwise quiet room.
“Itoldyou. I’m not going anywhere until Dean wakes up,” (Y/N) whisper-yelled at Detective Douchebag as she crossed her arms defensively over her chest as if physically restraining herself.
“I’m sorry Ms. (Y/L/N), but we need you to…”
The nearly mechanic way the words left Mick Davies told Dean that it wasn’t the first time he’d parroted those exact words. And by the exhausted look in his eyes when she cut him off with another stubborn shake of her head, it wasn’t the first time the girl from apartment 42 had refused to listen either.
“Nodetective. I am not going anywhere. He was shot trying to save me after Brian tried to kill him. And then one of your own, Ketch, tried to finish the job!” Though whispering, it was clear to Dean that she was lacing each word with as much vitriol as she could. Using them as weapons to keep the detective at bay and shut him up.
Yet as quick as the anger and spite had shown up in her voice, it bled away with a single relieved sob as her eyes strayed to Dean on the bed. Eyes widening as they met with his once she realised he was awake.
“Thank God… Dean,”
Her stiff hold crumbled away as she hurried to his side. Unshed tears veiling (Y/E/C) eyes; she slid into the seat next to what Dean now realised was his hospital bed. Though he couldn’t take his eyes off of her for long enough to check the rest of his surroundings.
Reaching out a weak, heavy hand, Dean tried to lift it up to wipe at the tears staining her beautiful, tired eyes. Yet, before he could reach her, (Y/N)’s smaller hand wrapped around his and gently placed it back on the bed.
“How do you feel? The doctor said you were incredibly lucky. The bullet only…” She started, ready to parrot the same diagnosis that Dean had heard the detective talk about only moments earlier as he just smiled at her.
Squeezing her hand softly, he cut off her talk before she started rambling. He had so much he wanted to tell her… He wanted to reassure her he was fine. He wanted to finally fully let her know how he felt. Hell, he needed to make sure she was uninjured… Yet, as he opened his mouth, the only thing that truly mattered ended up spilling out past dry lips.
“You’re safe,” Dean sighed in relief as he let his thumb run along the back of her hand, revelling in the feel of her skin under his fingers. She was warm, safe, alive… She was there. Away from Brian, and the whole nightmare. Thank god.
“I’m so sorry Dean, I…” Her soft voice trembled and broke over the words as she once more tried to apologise for sins that weren’t hers to carry or ask forgiveness for. Shaking his head softly, Dean bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning in pain as his brain still rattled painfully in his skull from every small move he made.
“Don’t (Y/N). It’s not your fault… Please don’t,” Cutting off her words, Dean pulled softly at her hand, making her lean in closer to him as he gently removed his fingers from hers to move a few stray hairs out of her face and softly swipe his thumb against the wetness on her cheek.
“Never apologise. This isn’t on you. Ok?” He whispered, as his weak arm lost what little strength it had and fell back on the bed as his fingertips reached for hers.
“Ok…” Finding his hand again, his girl next door gently squeezed his hand with a small nod as she took a few steadying breaths and wiped away the rest of her tears with the sleeve of her jacket.
“So, what happened?” Throwing her a small, tired smile, Dean kept his eyes on his sunshine girl as he raised his voice enough to be sure the detective could hear him too. Finally giving fully up on trying to understand his own fragmented memories.
Seeing the question as his cue to speak up, Mick Davies stepped closer to the bed, though still keeping himself at a professional distance. Close enough to be seen and heard, but not close enough to disturb the fragile calm that had fallen over the hospital room as (Y/N) held onto Dean’s hand with a small, tired smile.
“When we arrived at the lakehouse, Mr. Lackland was trying to restrain Ms. (Y/L/N) and Arthur… Mr. Ketch had you handcuffed on the floor,” Luckily Detective Davies started at the beginning. Saving Dean from having to ask him to go back to when his memories grew hazy and soft at the edges from the blow to the head and lack of oxygen in his lungs.
“We were very lucky. If we’d arrived a moment later, or if Mr. Ketch hadn’t valued his own life above anything else… When we called for them to put their weapons down, they both did so without a fight,” The detective continued, the unspoken ‘what ifs’ clear in his tone as Dean internally shuddered at the thought of a gun fight breaking out in the cabin and (Y/N) getting caught in the crossfire.
Yeah…
They’d been lucky. Lucky that she hadn’t gotten hurt. Lucky that the police showed up when they did. Hell, they’d been lucky the police showed up at all. Considering they barely even saw Brian as a threat.
Gritting his teeth to keep the anger that was slowly bubbling up from under the surface from rising, Dean cleared his throat as he forced himself to pull his eyes off of the girl from apartment 42 to look at the detective. The whole incompetent police force had nearly ended up getting him killed and her… Fuck, something so much worse almost happened to her.
“Why?” Dean tried to keep the anger and vitriol out of his voice as he shot the question at the uniformed man. Clipping it down to only the basest syllable in fear that if he kept speaking, he’d start screaming.
“I… What do you mean?” Mick Davies seemed genuinely confused as his eyes went from Dean and over to the tired woman, the victim, in the chair next to him. As if he could find the rest of Dean’s question hiding somewhere else in the sterile hospital room.
“Why did you even come? I thought you said you didn’t believe that Brian was anywhere near the lakehouse?” Giving up on hiding his anger, he spat the questions at the detective, his hand gently squeezing (Y/N)’s as he spoke. As if to reassure himself she was really there and that this wasn’t some dream he’d concocted in his final moments on earth.
“Ms. (Y/L/N)’s lawyer, your brother, called. He had been unable to get through to you. At first the phone rang, but when he tried again and again, it kept going to voicemail. So… He contacted us fearing the worst. In our conversation with him, some of the details he mentioned about the officer he had spoken to earlier in the day led us to look into Arthur Ketch. Only to discover he had been missing for hours,”
The near automatic drone of the detective’s voice hinted at practised and rehearsed words he’d probably already shared with the girl from apartment 42 earlier while Dean was still unconscious. Yet, to him it all just sounded like excuses. As if the uniformed man was rambling, looking for some way to excuse his own failures.
Of course, it was Sammy.
In this whole fucked up situation, the only person they could have counted on was Sam. He had a good head on his shoulders. And once more, he’d managed to save the day.
“Mr. Winch… I mean, Sam Winchester then pushed us to bring a few officers out to the lakehouse to check on you, having a hunch regarding Arthur Ketch. Which was verified when we realised that the earlier sightings and reports of Brian in town had been filed by Ketch himself,” Detective Davies continued his rehearsed speech, choosing to ignore the burning look Dean threw his way as he focused on the wall over his head instead.
The detective’s earlier words echoed in the back of Dean’s mind, giving him pause. It all made sense now. Why Davies had been so sure Brian was nowhere near the cabin when he called them. Ketch had filed false reports spotting Brian in town to throw them off the scent and buy them a few more hours. That bastard had played the whole system.
All for his sadistic little plan.
“So when you realised…” Dean pushed when he noticed that Davies had stopped speaking, waiting for some form of input from him.
“Yes, when we then realised that Brian could be on his way to your location, we mobilised a full team. Plus we got another team working on finding out everything we can about Mr. Ketch as well. The results so far have been… Troubling,” Davies picked up where he left off with a curt nod. His lips pursing and brow furrowing at the idea of one of their own pulling one over on them.
“Hedid talk about how he’d been running circles around you guys this whole time,” Dean hadn’t meant for the words to make the detective flinch. Yet, as he saw Mick Davies’ otherwise tense and strict hold shift uncomfortably, he found some twisted pleasure in putting the detective back in his place. This was all their fault.
Opening his mouth to argue against Dean’s words, the detective seemed to think better of it as he shook his head with a tired, defeated sigh. His shoulders falling as he seemed less like an officer standing at parade rest, and more like just a man.
“Unfortunately… It also seems he’s been using government databases to feed Brian information. Much of what Mr. Lackland learned about Ms. (Y/L/N)… About both of you, was information given to him by Mr. Arthur Ketch. I’m sorry to say that he was telling the truth, he has been hindering this investigation from day one,” Davies finally said with a sigh. Admitting to their failures, even though he still put all the blame on the monster in their midst.
“Stop calling him that,” Before Davies could continue his robotic retelling, a small voice spoke up from next to Dean. (Y/N)’s voice was low and barely audible. But in the quiet of the hospital room, with only the machines attached to Dean’s body whirring and beeping away, her words were still clearly audible to both of the men in the room.
For a beat, the room fell silent as the detective tried to wrap his head around her words. His lips parting and closing around nothing as he tried to find some fault in his own by-the-book retelling of the events.
“Stop calling that monster Mr. Ketch. He is one of yours! A detective,” (Y/N)’s voice was stronger this time around, growing in volume as (Y/H/C) hair whipped around her when she turned to throw the words directly at the detective. Making him once more frown. Though not from guilt, Dean noted, but rather confusion.
“No Mr… Officer Ketch was never a detective. It is true that he was aiming to become one. He had recently passed the exam, but… Some of his previous arrests were… Dubious. So, he was under heavy review,” The detective picked his words carefully. Rolling them around in his mouth before delivering each and every carefully selected word as he paused between statements.
In the hospital bed, Dean froze for a second as the realisation hit him, before slowly, painstakingly so, sitting up a little more in the bed. Gritting his teeth against the dull pain that was once again returning now that whatever painkillers they’d pumped him full of were slowly waning.
Ketch’swhole plan, the plan that had hinged on him rising through the ranks, had failed from the start. Even if something had happened to (Y/N) that night, it wouldn’t have been Ketch that got the case. Damn it, the bastard wasn’t just sadistic, he was delusional. Just like his puppet, Brian. Both of them had been living out their own sick, twisted play. And (Y/N) had been cast as the unwilling lead. By two delusional bastards.
Looking back up, Dean realised the room had grown quiet again as his eyes went from (Y/N)’s fiery ones and over to the confused detective looking at them both for clarification. But the girl from apartment 42 kept her lips firmly together, pursed in annoyance and anger as she refused to meet the detective’s eye. Keeping herself busy by letting fidgeting hands straighten out Dean’s sheets and fussing over him whenever he grimaced uncontrollably from a new burst of dull pain. The fire in her eyes softened as she busied herself fixing his pillows to try and make him more comfortable.
“He told us he was. He said that when he planned this whole thing back a year ago. He had Brian wait because he needed a promotion. That he had planned it all out so he would lead the investigation if (Y/N) was… If I hadn’t been there that first night,” Dean finally clarified as he reached for her hand. Unwilling to talk about what could have happened that night if he hadn’t been around and if she hadn’t slept on his couch instead of going back to apartment 42.
“Well, he had been promoted within the ranks of officers, but not to the level where he’d lead a missing persons case,” Davies hesitated over his words as he took a small notepad out of his jacket pocket. Jotting something down as he mulled Dean’s words over. For a second the only sound in the room was pen against paper as he quickly wrote down the details, before shutting the notebook with an audible snap and placing it back in his jacket.
“We still have a lot to investigate. And I can’t do anything but apologise for the fact that our operation was compromised the way it was, but… We have them both in custody. And though we need to wait for the results of the investigation and the subsequent court proceedings, I am confident they’ll both be going away for a very long time,” He finally continued, summing up the short retelling of events with words that portrayed the anger simmering right under the surface in the detective as well.
Though the words were standard and basic, devoid of any emotion, Dean could tell… Arthur Ketch had betrayed his comrades at the police station. And they weren’t going to let that go.
“I hope they rot in jail,” (Y/N) spat, her eyes still only on Dean as she carefully brushed some hair out of his face before curling her trembling fingers into a tight fist. She was trying so hard to be strong. And it broke Dean’s heart. Lifting his hand, he gently pried the fingers loose, holding her small hand in his own as he kept his eyes on hers, even when the detective continued speaking.
“We have them both on attempted murder charges, as well as attempted kidnapping, bodily harm… The list goes on and on. Not to mention that Officer Ketch has additional charges for hindering the investigation, aiding and abetting a criminal, and the theft of a standard issue firearm, since both guns found at the scene were police issued weapons,” The detective’s words were nothing but facts, but they held a promise. To both the police itself, and to the girl from apartment 42, that he would do everything in his power to lock them up and throw away the key.
Making a show out of looking at his wrist watch, the detective released a tired sigh as he looked out the hospital window at the sun that was slowly rising over the horizon and painting the sky in the first few soft shades of pink.
“Now, we’ll need…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence he was cut down by the door nearly hitting the wall as it was pushed open. The end of his sentence, fully drowned out by the redhead in the doorway as she let out a relieved sob from seeing her best friend safe and sound.
“(Y/N)!” Charlie rushed into the room along with Gabriel, both of them ignoring the detective as they nearly threw themselves at the girl from apartment 42. Fuzzing over her as they looked for any signs of injuries on their best friend.
Looking at the scene with a tired smile, Dean let his eyes drift towards the door to give them some semblance of privacy as his eyes met a frazzled Sam’s. Throwing his worried brother a lopsided grin, he chuckled weakly at the tried and tested eye roll he got in return as his little brother rushed to his side.
“Sorry I didn’t answer your call, I was kinda… Tied up,” Dean joked. Though, by the look in Sam’s eyes, his attempt at humour fell flat as his brother just squared his jaw and shook his head. Sending shaggy brown hair flying back and forth. His normally perfectly styled appearance, which came with the job, all out of place as the signs of Sammy’s night were written clearly on his body. From the wrinkled mess of a shirt to the way his hair fell haphazardly around his face after clearly having spent the better part of the night pulling at it in worry.
“Jerk…” Sam just huffed in return, his voice tired and worried as he took in the machines surrounding his brother.
“What did the…” Before Sam could ask any more questions, the detective cleared his throat and nodded towards the door.
“I’ll give you all a…” Shutting his mouth as Charlie scoffed at him, he just nodded curtly before making his way to the door to give them all a moment.
Looking around the room, at the small group of friends, family and strangers that had all been pulled together by the hellish events, Dean finally felt himself fully relax.
Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and business man duo closer together?
Triggers: Stalking, panic, fear, obsession, fear. Those are the main ones. Others will be pointed out in the parts where they’re relevant.
Forest fire eyes burned into the men around you as Dean wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling your body against his.
Leaning down, he placed his lips against the shell of your ear.
“No more games (Y/N),”
Your name left him as a possessive growl as his arm tensed around you. Claiming you as his in the crowded bar. As if he was afraid you’d try to run, even though you’d long since stopped pretending you wanted to escape.
Cotton mouthed and silent, you looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for him to pounce and devour you.
Forest fire eyes burned into the men around you as Dean wrapped his arm around your waist. Pulling your body against his.
Leaning down, he placed his lips against the shell of your ear.
“No more games (Y/N),”
Your name left him as a possessive growl as his arm tensed around you. Claiming you as his in the crowded bar. As if he was afraid you’d try to run, even though you’d long since stopped pretending you wanted to escape.
Cotton mouthed and silent, you looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for him to pounce and devour you.
Summary: Dean x Reader - Neighbours AU - Dean and the reader live next door to each other and can’t stand each other. Will things change once circumstances bring this bartender and businessman duo closer together?
Triggers: Talk of kidnapping, injuries, hospitals
Y/N = Your name | Y/L/N = Your last name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour
A/N: We’re closing in on the end now! Just two more chapters and an epilogue left to wrap it all up.
A/N 2: In this chapter, some of Dean’s “internal monologue” have been formatted in green bold italics.
ReaderAs Sam’s whispered words to his brother were being drowned out by Charlie’s panicked voice, you gently herded your two best friends out of the room. Choosing to talk to them in the busy hospital hallway instead so that Dean could have some time with his brother, without Sam having to worry about you as well.
He needed some time to just be a brother, not your lawyer.
Yet, even in the busy hallway, you couldn’t take your eyes off Dean through the half open door. Your friends’ worried words were coming through muted in your mind as you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself from rushing back to the man in apartment 43’s side when his green eyes met yours.
“I was soscared (Y/N)… When Sam contacted me I thought…” Charlie’s trembling voice broke through your muted pain as you pulled your eyes off of your superhero next door to look at your best friends.
“I’m fine, I was… Dean protected me. I’m not going to lie, it was hell, but Dean was there,” You sighed as you threw your friends a small smile, your eyes flitting over to where Dean was still watching you before biting your lip and forcing your attention back onto your worried friends.
“And thank god for that,” Gabe sighed as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you close into a small hug as you let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you’d been holding.
You were back home, and your friends were safe. It still hadn’t fully sunk in, but the feel of your oldest friend’s strong arm wrapping you up in a hug helped solidify that it wasn’t just all some hopeful dream. The men that had made your life hell, and that had terrorised the people close to you, were caught. They couldn’t hurt you anymore. They couldn’t hurt your best friends, or Dean…
“Everything… It all just happened so fast, yet it felt like days,” You disguised your small sob as a cough to clear your throat, not wanting to worry your friends any more than they already were. Blinking away traitorous tears, you lifted your eyes to meet theirs. Your own hands dug into your upper arms as you held yourself together. And, as more words left you, you slowly but surely started retelling the events to your two best friends.
The words came out staggered as you stopped to hug Charlie once her eyes started tearing up again at your words or leaned against Gabe as you watched him struggle to breathe from the horrific events. It hurt to talk about it, but you had to.
You would have to recount those events over and over again now. To police officers, to friends and family… To a court, somewhere down the line. So you wanted them to at least hear it from you first. Instead of the robotic retelling of events that the police would offer up or the sensationalised version the media would tell if they got a hold of the information.
Which you had no doubt they would.
Hell, even as you kept speaking, telling the story on autopilot, your mind was still racing trying to catch up with everything that happened. Your eyes moving off of your friends and towards Dean in the other room whenever it became too hard to breathe through the horrible memories that clung to your heart and chest. The little part of your mind that kept telling you that you were still in that cabin, in the middle of the nightmare, clinging on stubbornly even in the bright synthetic lights of the hospital hallway.
“So, the police came and I… I couldn’t just leave Dean. I’m not hurt, Charlie. I promise. I barely have a scratch on me,” You finally said with a sigh as your friends kept fuzzing over you. Giving them a tired smile as they both cast dubious glances in your direction.
You knew you looked like hell, but you were telling the truth. Dean had acted like the shield you hadn’t wanted him to ever be. Which only added to your guilt as you blinked back tears and hugged yourself tighter, looking over at Dean once more.
Everytime you glanced over, you were met with the warm, worried green eyes of the man from apartment 43. As if he hadn’t taken his eyes off you the whole time, even as his brother kept talking to him.
Noticing where you were looking and the little furrow in your brow, Gabriel gently pulled you closer to his side and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your hair as he gave you another one armed hug. Squeezing you closer against his side and temporarily blocking you from seeing your saviour.
“Let’s go get a coffee? Give them some time?” The question left your best friend as a breath of warm air into your hair as you simply nodded. Letting your two friends lead you down the hallway of the hospital and away from Dean.
He needed time with his brother. And, as long as you were standing in the hallway looking over at him every few minutes, with pain and worry staining your eyes, he wouldn’t be able to focus.
“I’ve heard horrible things about the coffee here. You might have to check yourself in to get your stomach pumped after drinking it,” Gabriel’s voice echoed off the hospital walls with strained, fake enthusiasm as he gently pushed you forward down the hallway. In an attempt at lifting the heavy mood with a joke as you walked down the sterile hallways side by side, supported on each side by your best friends. But his normally jovial tone was lacking. Leaving the joke hanging awkwardly between the three of you as you forced a tired smile out.
“If I end up hospitalised then you’retelling Davies that I can’t come down to give my statement,” You shot back, grateful for the attempt at normality, no matter how forced and strained it was, as your shoulders finally relaxed and your hands dropped from your bruising hold on yourself.
“Happily. I’d love to piss that bastard off,” Gabe shot back, sounding genuinely excited at the prospect.
—
The coffee was awful.
To the point where you found yourself wondering where the hospital disposed of toxic waste, so you could wash that swill down the drain along with it. But it was at least luke warm and caffeinated, which your tired and freezing body sorely needed. Though the gentle jabs and arguments between your friends as they tried to pretend things were normal for your sake warmed you more than any cup of coffee could.
“Iswearhe was flirting with me,” Gabriel shot back at Charlie’s incredulous laugh after he got done retelling his time spent pranking the police officers charged with watching over him. Fully believing he was being straight up courted, like he was part of some Victorian era day time drama, by the older officer who’s been his main security for the last few days.
“I don’t think him following you everywhere was him flirting, Gabe. It was his job,” Charlie laughed as she rolled her eyes at your trickster of a friend’s wide eyed look. Though by the way she’d shyly blushed when she’d talked about Dorothy, the junior agent working alongside Jody Mills to watch over her, she herself had gotten some flirting in. And a new job, apparently, as the Cyber Crime Unit seemed very interested in her skills.
“You didn’t see his eyes. They were lustful, I swear. And the way he asked me if I liked sugar in my coffee? With a soft southern drawl? That man wanted some of this. Not that I blame him, I mean… Come on,” Gabe’s eyebrows lifted along with his trademark smirk as he let his hands gestured to his own body. Wiggling said eyebrows a little more when he noticed he’d managed to tease a soft laugh out of you.
“Soft southern drawl? Sounds more like you’rethe one with the crush,” You quipped as you grimaced around another sip of that awful hospital coffee.
“Oh, you know me babe. I flirt with everyone,” Gabriel shrugged, shiteating grin solidly in place as you rolled your eyes at him. Your very own Casanova had probably made both of the poor officers watching over him work extra hard for their money. At least based on the pranks he’d told you about. And you were sure that wasn’t all he’d done. Gabriel didn’t play well with others. At least not with people tasked to make sure he didn’t get himself into trouble. Not when trouble was his favourite thing to get into.
“Tell me his name and I’ll try to get you his number,” You chuckled as you crushed the empty paper cup in your hand. Lifting your eyes you tried to find any clocks on the wall, for some indication of how much time had passed. Before giving up and lifting yourself out of the uncomfortable plastic seat in the hospital cafeteria. Even if Dean was still busy talking to Sam, you just wanted to seehim.
While your best friends had done their best to make you feel as if life was back to normal, and not the damned nightmare that it all truly was, you still hadn’t managed to fully fall back into the lighthearted routine. Your mind and heart was stuck, somewhere down the hospital hallways. Settled in next to a hospital bed, with Dean, as you could;’t help but wish you were still by his side.
You wouldn’t bother him, but you just… You needed to see him. To make sure those green eyes were still bright and open. And not silently closed, bruised and bloodied, like they had remained the whole awful drive to the hospital in the back of the ambulance.
Yet, before you could push yourself away from the table and go back to him, a hand on your shoulder made you flinch. Your body freezing in fear as the words you’d been wanting to say to your friends died in your throat. Though you knew the hospital was safe, your mind was still stuck in fight or flight. And the small, harmless action was enough to send your heart into your throat as images of Ketch and Brian flashed in front of your eyes.
Turning your face towards the owner of the big hand on your shoulder, you looked at him wide eyed for a split second. Before finally letting out a shaky breath as you came face to face with Detective Mick Davies. His eyes softened apologetically as he removed his hand from your shoulder and took a step back to give you space.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you…” Davies dragged out the final words as he looked from you to your friends and back down at his wrist watch. Seemingly hesitating over his next words before steeling himself and refocusing his attention on you again.
“I just wanted to see if you are ready to come down to the station now Ms. (Y/L/N)? Now that Mr. Winchester is awake and…” The detective continued, keeping his eyes on you as he gestured towards the cafeteria exit.
“GOD! Just let her breathe damn it!” Charlie’s loud voice echoed in the cafeteria, still mainly empty this early in the morning, as she cut off the detective and lifted herself up out of her own seat. Fiery red hair whipping around her as she glared at the detective and made her way around the table to stand in front of you like a protective mama bear.
“She’s been through enough. And who are you to rush her? You guys took your sweet time helping,” Your best friend continued, not lowering her volume at all, even as the few people coming in for their morning coffees turned to look your way.
Placing your hand softly on Charlie’s arm, you gently stopped your fiery best friend from verbally pummeling the detective any further with a small shake of your head. Sending her a grateful smile as she opened her mouth to argue before sighing in defeat when she read the pleading look in your eyes. You really didn’t want to have to have your best friends end up in cuffs for assaulting an officer on top of everything else you’d had to deal with.
“It’s alright… Just, can I go and talk to Dean first? Just for a moment?” You finally asked the detective. Turning your head to face him once you were sure your best friend wouldn’t resort to actual violence against the uniformed man.
For a second, it looked like Detective Davies would say no. His brow knitted and eyes hesitant as his gaze dropped from yours to once again look at his wristwatch. But, with another tired sight and a hand pinching the bridge of his nose, he finally nodded.
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“Do you want us to come in with you?” Charlie whispered as you got closer to Dean’s hospital room and your steps slowed down to a crawl.
Your little train of followers probably looked strange to the staff and other patients of the hospital. With you in the lead, looking like you’d been through hell.. Which, well, you kind of had. Followed by Charlie and Gabe, who refused to let go of you, yet stayed half a step behind to block Davies’ view of you. As the uniformed detective was left to follow a few steps behind. While your two best friends thoroughly ignored him.
Yet, though you wanted to get away from the curious looks of the rest of the hospital. You couldn’t help but slow down when you were getting closer to Dean’s room. The guilt that still weighed heavily in the pit of your stomach slowing your steps as your hands trembled lightly. You needed to see him, and though you knew he didn’t blame you, your mind was still twisting your guilt into ugly, vicious images of the Winchester brothers both throwing you accusatory looks when you came back into the hospital room.
After all, you were just a neighbour. A former stranger that Dean Winchester had decided to help out on a whim. And you’d nearly gotten him killed.
Chewing on your bottom lip you still shook your head in response to Charlie’s question. Eyes not leaving the door down the hallway that hid Dean from you as you forced your feet to listen to you and continued the rest of the way towards the hospital room.
“No… I need to talk to him alone,” You said, your attempt at a smile twisting into a soft frown as you let your eyes drop to your hands. The guilt painted them blood red in your mind’s eye as you curled your fingers into soft fists in a foolish attempt to hide how bloodied they were from yourself, and from your friends. Even though you knew they saw nothing but the trembling hands of their broken best friend.
“Are you sure? We don’t mind,” Gabriel pushed as his eyes focused on your shaking hands. Gently prying them open before lifting his hands to turn you to face him instead of the half open door where Dean was that you had finally come to a full stop in front of.
“I’m sure. It’s just… I feel so damnguilty. It’s my fault he’s…” You sighed, trying to shake your head. But, before you could complete your sentence, or the shake of your head, both were cut out as Gabriel lifted a hand to place it over your mouth. Muffling your words just as Charlie spoke up, a little too loudly for the quiet hospital hallway.
“No! Nope, you don’t get to say that. No way,” She half-shouted, earning her a few dirty looks from a nearby nurse as you tried to remove Gabriel’s hand over your mouth to tell her to quiet it down. And failing miserably as your best friends ganged up on you.
The damned dynamic duo; God, you loved them.
“You did not do anything wrong (Y/N). Those two monsters did that to him, to you. So you don’t get to feel guilty. You get to feel angry. And you better embrace it. Be angry at them. Be pissedoff. And make the world listen. Ok?” Charlie pushed, though she thankfully lowered her voice to a quiet hiss as her eyes burned into you. Making sure you heard every single word.
You were only able to nod as Gabe’s hand was still stopping you from speaking as you cast a glance towards the door you’d come to a full stop in front of. As your eyes found the room behind the half closed door, they were met with Dean’s amused, if not a bit confused, smile from the inside.
Great.
He’d seen your friends gang up on you. Though, considering everything else he’d seen of the messy, broken and downright awful thing you called your life… Seeing you being physically silenced by your two best friends was probably just a nice change of pace for the man from apartment 43.
“Good, now get your cute butt in there and talk to Mr. Greek-God-Next-Door and we’ll wait out here for you. We’re coming with you to the station to make sure the police behave. If they don’t I’ll sic Char on ‘em,” Taking his hand off your mouth Gabe whispered the words into your ear before ending them in a soft kiss to your temple as he stepped back and let you go with a small smile.
Returning the smile and mouthing a quiet ‘Thank you’ to both of your friends, you took a deep breath before opening the door to Dean’s hospital room fully. Sending a tired smile Sam’s way as you watched him lift his tall body out of the chair by his brother’s bedside.
Stopping right inside the door, you watched as the younger Winchester walked over to you. Placing a large warm hand on your shoulder with a soft pat, as if he was tagging you in, before taking the last few steps over to the door and slipping out of it. Closing it softly behind him just as he turned towards the Detective that your two best friends were doing their utmost to completely ignore.
Taking a shaky breath, you only made it two steps further into the room before you stopped, frozen. Looking back down at your trembling hands as you wet chapped lips, trying to find something to say.
“Hi,” The shaky greeting was all that left you, as your eyes looked up towards him through your lashes.
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DeanDean couldn’t focus on Sam’s words. At least when (Y/N) was still in the hospital room, he’d been able to feign focus. But as she’d left to give him some privacy, he’d fully shut out Sam’s worried words as his eyes stayed on her fragile body in the hallway.
The way she was hugging herself under the artificial lights breaking his heart as he longed to just wrap her up in his arms. Yet, he’d stayed put. Feeling his heart soar whenever she caught him staring, and longing to trace her bottom lip with his thumb to stop her from chewing on it.
His eyes stayed on her until she walked off down the hallway with her friends. And it took everything he had in him to not get out of bed to follow her as illogical panic gripped his heart. She was safe. There were no more monsters hiding in the shadows. Yet, even as he tried to tell himself that, he couldn’t make himself believe it. Somehow that ancient, protective part of him just refused to see it.
Dean just wanted to be by her side, to keep her safe.
But, instead he stayed; trapped in his hospital bed. And as the last few strands of her hair disappeared out of view, he let out a tired sigh as his eyes fell to his bedsheets. He had so much he wanted to tell her, but everything was still just too hectic. Too crazy.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” Sam’s voice finally dragged Dean’s mind back into the hospital room while his heart was still busy following (Y/N) down the hall. Lifting his head, he turned it as gingerly as he could, to stop the fresh shots of dull pain from shooting up his spine and into his brain, to look at his little brother. Only to be met with equal parts annoyance and worry in his hazel eyes.
“I’m fine Sammy. Just a bit roughed up. As I said, I’ll be out of here by tomorrow, at the latest,” Dean shot back dismissively. Truth was, he was in a hell of a lot of pain. But he’d grown up taking care of the kid, and he could see Sam was already near frantic with worry. So he wasn’t gonna add to it.
“When I called and you didn’t pick up… I feared the worst Dean,” Sam’s voice was thick with those same what ifs that had probably plagued him when he couldn’t get through to Dean. The worry shining just as brightly in the younger Winchester’s eyes as the big brother in him softened slightly, lifting a still weak hand to pat his younger brother on the back with a tired sigh.
“I know, kid… Thank you for acting so fast. You saved my life. You saved both our lives,” He murmured softly as he gave his brother another pat on his shoulder before withdrawing his arm with a small wince from the dull pain. He tried to conceal it, but by the way the furrow in Sam’s brow got deeper it was clear the observant younger Winchester had seen the way even a small movement had him wincing in pain from his bruised ribs and shaken brain.
“You could have died,” Sam shot back, a mix of anger and fear in his words as he ran his fingers through his hair. A nervous habit Dean remembered the kid having since his early teens.
“But I didn’t, and… Hell, I needed to be there for her,” Dean said with a weak shrug. He knew he’d acted like an idiot out there in the cabin. Hell… He shouldn’t have tried to fight Brian. He should have just taken her hand and gotten the hell out of dodge. But if he had… Brian would have probably shot him in the back before they got to the car. Or worse, shot her.
“I’m just glad the police arrived when they did,” Sam’s voice was shaky as he pushed the words out with a relieved sigh, letting his back hit the back of the chair as he leaned his head back. Blinking away traitorous tears at the future that hadn’t come to pass. A future where he died and (Y/N) was lost forever.
“All thanks to you Sammy,” Dean said with a grin as a comfortable silence fell over the hospital room and the two brothers.
—
After taking a few moments to breathe and digest the fact that Dean was still alive, both brothers had spent the next little while dissecting the case and what Sam knew so far. At least the parts that he could share. Though most of it wasn’t news to Dean after his earlier talk with detective Mick Davies. Who had been surprisingly forthcoming if what Sam shared was anything to go by.
Sam had just started talking about his two hour drive to the hospital when Dean spotted her (Y/H/C) hair outside of his room again through the half-closed door. His breath stuck in his throat the moment his eyes found her again. Even as a soft smile was teased out of him when he watched her best friends nearly tackle her to stop her from whatever she was saying.
By the guilty look she’d thrown his way, Dean had no doubt it was yet another apology for something that was in no way her fault. And, damn it, he couldn’t help but feel bad for how he used to roll his eyes at the group of friends as they loudly brunched on her balcony in the sun while he worked. They were great friends to have, and Dean was sure they’d be great friends of his too, if he was ever given the chance to get to know them better. Which he hoped he would be given… Once all of this bullshit was finally over.
As (Y/N) finally stepped back into his hospital room, Dean couldn’t help himself as he straightened up as best he could on his bed. Flinching at the fresh shots of aching pain as he sent her a small, careful smile.
Once again, Sam had practically ceased to exist as the girl from apartment 42, his sunshine girl, became the only clear spot in the room. And, as if sensing it, the younger Winchester got up out of his seat without another word. Walking over to her, Sam only gave her a small smile and a reassuring pat on the shoulder before silently leaving the two of them alone.
Sammy was always good at reading the room. Part of what made him such a damned good lawyer.
As the soft click of the door shutting signalled that the two of them were all alone, (Y/N) only moved a few more steps, until she was standing in the middle of the room. Her trembling sugar and sunshine lips parting and closing over nothing as she looked for the right words.
Not that Dean minded just waiting and watching her. The way her beautiful eyes moved across the room between throwing glances in his direction, or that cute furrow that was back on her brow as she tried to sort her thoughts out.
Damn it, he could watch her forever.
Yet, just as that though hit him. Her small voice finally filled the room. Warming the space between them as Dean let out a sigh in contentment. No, he didn’t just want to watch her. He wanted to talk to her, to understand all the complex thoughts swimming behind her eyes. He wanted to be there for her. He wanted her to think of him as her confidant. Someone she could finally let her walls down with. Hell…
He just wanted her to think of him.
“Hi,” Was all she said as she looked down at her hands, tearing at her shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut, as if cringing at her own one word sentence.
“Hey… Come on over here,” Dean shot back, keeping his voice soft and light as he patted the spot next to him on the bed in the direction of where the chair was. Though, hell, he wouldn’t have minded if she decided to sit on the bed with him instead.
“I have to go to the station… The statement and all that stuff. But, I wanted to just… Stop by first,” She said hesitantly as she threw a few glances at the closed door before walking the few steps across the hospital room and sinking into the chair where Sam had been sitting only moments earlier.
“Ah, so that’s why Charlie looked ready to kill Davies,” Dean mused with a lopsided smile, hoping his lighthearted words would help shake some of the guilt and tension off of her shoulders. A smile that only grew as he was rewarded by the beautiful sound of her laughter.
“She was ready to fight him in the cafeteria. I worried I’d have to bail her out for assaulting a police officer,” She laughed as (Y/E/C) eyes grew warm with fondness for her best friends.
Yet, as soon as the laughter warmed the room, it died down again. Leaving the girl from apartment 42 to fidget in her seat as she wet her bottom lip. Opening and closing her mouth, she looked up at him through her lashes as she tried to find the right words.
As the silence lasted for a beat. Then two. Dean finally decided to break it by clearing his throat. If nothing else, then to help remove the tense heavy air that seemed to be hanging around her as she frowned at her own inability to find the right words.
Then again, Dean wasn’t any better.
Though he wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in his arms and tell her how he felt, he just… Couldn’t. They were both too bruised and broken for him to lay it all on the line right there and then. Even though god, he wanted to. Still, what happened in the cabin was too fresh. And he couldn’t touch on the feelings they’d left behind there, nor on the half-conscious confession he barely remembered making. So instead, he settled for the relative safety of stating the obvious. Even as the words he really wanted to say echoed in the back of his mind.
“So… You’re finally safe now,” He said with a relieved sigh. And though he meant every single word. It wasn’t the ones he wanted to say. No, as the words left him, his mind translated them silently and buried the truth of them in his heart…
I’d do anything to keep you safe.
“You too. I’m sor… Thank you,” (Y/N) started to apologise, but as her eyes met his and she saw the small frown on his features, she corrected herself with a tired smile. Finally shedding the guilt that wasn’t hers to carry. If even just for his sake. Damn it, she just cared so much. Of course, he’d fallen for her. With her bright eyes and fiery spirit hiding such a fragile, gentle soul.
I’m falling for you.
Parting his lips, he nearly let the words slip just from the sight of the heartbreak that was still evident in her eyes. Refracting the light in the room through shards of her own broken heart before sending it back to him as a beautiful prism. Yet, he managed to bite his tongue. Thinking better of it as he swallowed them back down with a small, slightly stiff smile.
“They’ll both be going away for a long, long time,” Dean promised, though he knew the promise wasn’t his to make. Yet, again, his mind changed and shifted his words as he stored them safely in his heart. Transforming them into the only promise he truly wanted to make; I’ll stay. Right here. With you.
Biting her lip, (Y/N) just nodded, her head dipping as she played with her fingers in her lap. As Dean followed her gaze, he watched as one trembling thumb circled the light band of purple bruised skin around her ring finger, where the ring Brian had forced her to wear had been. Squaring his jaw, Dean reeled his anger back in with a heavy breath as he felt his hands curl into fists. Clearly the police had taken the ring as evidence. Though Dean wanted nothing more than to see the small piece of metal destroyed.
“I hope so,” Her voice was small when she finally spoke up. (Y/E/C) eyes barely met his before her head dropped again and she squeezed them shut to hold back tears. Damn it… He didn’t want to make her cry. He never wanted to make her sad. Groaning internally at his own stupidity. He struggled to think up something, anything else that could take her mind off of the monsters who had haunted her.
Yet, as he opened his mouth to speak, the words that came out were not as innocuous as he’d meant them to be. As the one thing he couldn’t help but worry about slipped out instead of a lighter topic, once his eyes landed on his own split up knuckles with a grimace.
“I’m sorry… I probably scared you with…” He sighed as he gestured to his knuckles with a small frown. The small voice in his heart begging her to not be scared of him as he bit back the words.
I’d never hurt you.
“No, it’s fine. He… He deserved it,” She sighed, finally looking up at him again.
The few tears in her eyes had been hastily wiped away by the sleeve of her shirt before her hand instead hovered over the split skin on his knuckles. Anxious worry stained (Y/E/C) eyes as she looked for some way to heal his hurt with just a simple touch of her fingers.
Giving up, his sunshine girl didn’t pull away however. Choosing instead to let her soft, trembling fingers trace a pattern against the back of his hand. Carefully avoiding the injured skin around his knuckles as he sighed in relief. She didn’t hate him.
“I just needed you to be safe is all,” He shrugged, as his eyes closed involuntarily at the pleasurable feel of her fingers playing across his skin. Damn it, she was better than the morphine drip the doctors had given him. And it took everything he had to not blurt out what he really wanted to say, as his mind once more twisted his words into a confession in the back of his mind.
I need you.
“Thank you Dean,” She whispered as Dean opened his eyes to look at her again. His heart soaring when he saw that small smile that had come to mean everythingto him during their stay in the lakehouse.
“No problem,” He said with a smile as he swallowed heavily with his heart in his throat from the heavenly sight of her smile. Forcing down the only words he’d really wanted to say, this whole time.
I’m in love with you (Y/N).
Chasing the words away with a heavy breath, Dean instead just brightened his own smile. He couldn’t tell her. Not yet. Not when there was still so much weighing on her shoulders. Yes, he’d tried to tell her how he felt, or he’d at least made some laughably weak attempts at telling her, back at the cabin. Hell, he’d even openly told Brian that he liked her. But she was fragile then and, damn it, he had taken advantage of that fragility to bare his heart to her.
Sure… She’d seemed to hint at feelings that mirrored his back then… And no matter what happened, the taste of her kiss would never leave him. It was tattooed onto his very soul. But, now that she was out of it all? Hell, maybe he was just her neighbour again… If that was what she wanted, fuck, it would hurt, but that would be what he’d be.
Still, he couldn’t ask her now.
He couldn’t risk ruining the smile that was slowly blossoming once more. And, damn it, he didn’t want to be the reason for her tears or anguish. She was already carrying guilt that didn’t belong to her. What if she felt guilty for not feeling the same way as him?
No… Dean couldn’t say it. So, instead he bit the words back and kept his voice, and his change of topic, light.
“So, what now?” Dean cringed at his choice of words. It was… Laughably weak and would only bring the conversation full circle. Seeing as she had already told him she would be going down to the station to give her statement. Yet, as she sighed and let her bright eyes go unfocused she seemed to search for an answer beyond the police station. (Y/E/C) orbs staring into a future that once more existed instead of the terrifying nightmare of prison bars and cameras she’d been faced with only hours earlier, Dean still held his breath as he waited for her answer. Wondering if he was anywhere to be found in whatever future she was staring into.
“Now, I don’t know…” She shrugged and frowned in that way that sent Dean’s heart into his throat again as he swallowed hard. Letting his hands dig into the blanket, he bit the inside of his cheek in an effort to stop himself from reaching out to erase the cute creases in her forehead with his thumb.
“I don’t think I can go back there. To… That place. Gabe’s offered up his guest bedroom, until I find another apartment,” She sighed, her eyes dropping as Dean’s heart fell into the pit of his stomach. Leaving him nauseous and winded at the revelation.
“Oh…” Was all he managed to push out as he moved his eyes off of her to instead focus on his hands.
Of course she’d move. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to Dean. Yet, the thought of the apartment next to his being empty. The very idea of not hearing her little annoyed knocks against his bedroom wall in the morning. Or of not knowing she was right there, next to him, still tore at his heart as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
“But! I’ll… I’ll call you. Ok?” She shot in, throwing him a look tinged with worry and the early rays of fresh hope. Her bright (Y/E/C) eyes begging him to believe in her.
“Alright, I just… I want you to be happy (Y/N),” Dean said, giving her a small smile that he hoped looked believable as she returned it with her own shaky smile and placed her hand on his.
For a second, they just sat there in silence. As Dean searched for the words to make her stay… Or at least the words to make her smile that full bright smile from the days back on her balcony in apartment 42. However, before he could, the sharp knock of knuckles against plywood cut him off as Sam pushed open the door and peeked in.
“(Y/N)? Detective Davies is…” Sam started, cutting off his words when Dean shot him an annoyed look. Yet the damage was already done as his sunshine girl let out a tired sigh.
“Oh… Of course. I’ll… I’ll call you?” Her words came out shaped as a question instead of a statement as she waited for his permission, though she didn’t even have to ask. Dean would do anything for her.
Letting her fingers play with his hand again she smiled softly as he nodded. Before a trembling hand lifted to gently move a few stray hairs out of his face as Dean closed his eyes to revel in her touch.
“I’ll be waiting,” He hummed as he opened his eyes again and gave her a soft, genuine smile.
Smiling back, his sunshine girl, the girl who would no longer reside in apartment 42, gave him a small wave as she removed her fingertips from his skin and lifted herself out of the chair.
Parting her lips, she looked as if she wanted to say something else, before thinking better of it as she hurried back across the hospital room and over to the door where Sam was waiting. Wetting those sugar lips before mouthing a final bye his way, she slipped out, and into the hallway where Detective douchebag was waiting for her.
Yet, even as her eyes focused on the detective and her friends, Dean’s eyes didn’t leave her. Not as she readied herself to leave and took a few careful steps down the hallway before throwing a final glance his way over her shoulder.
No… Dean’s eyes stayed glued on her retreating form. Not leaving her until she was fully out of sight.
Filling your vision, your senses, swallowing your moaned breaths with greedy lips. Pushing his body against you and blocking out the world.
Replacing it with a flash of tongue, the heat of open mouthed avaricious kisses and the scrape of teeth against sensitive flesh.
He was devouring you as hands tugged impatiently at your clothes. While calloused fingers massaged, pulled and soothed every new inch of skin revealed.
It was too much, not enough and everything you’d ever wanted. All at once.
Dean couldn’t take his mouth off of you. You tasted too damn good. You were sweeter than any forbidden fruit, and he was already hooked.
Fuck.
He never wanted to stop having you under his tongue. Even the split second it took for you to tear your t-shirt off your heated skin was too long. Leaving him chasing the taste of you with teeth grazing his bottom lip.
You were addictive; and he needed more.
“Need to taste you sweetheart,” He groaned, pouncing on you the moment more of your delicious body was revealed to him. “Allof you,”
Your back was against the motel room door; trembling fingers tugging at Dean’s hair as you gasped into the cool air. Relishing in the attention Dean was lavishing on your body.
Placing open mouthed kisses on any inch of skin he could reach, Dean ground against you. Humming in approval as you moaned impatiently.
You needed to feel more of him. All of him.
With a growl, your hunter unlocked the room and pulled you inside. Before once more lavishing your skin with teeth and tongue.
Behind him, the door closed with a click; locking you inside with your beast.
