Welcome to the Family Business
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Welcome to the Family Business
Authors Note: Well, this has been sitting in my to finish pile since 2018. I was literally 200 words off finishing. Most of my to be completed are this way. I’m just stuck on the ending. I was going to post it in several parts, but I find it’s easier to have them in one hit.
WORD COUNT: 10,500
Dean groaned, his head rolling as he came to. He blinked, waiting for the room to come into focus. He tried to move his hands but couldn’t they were tied around a pillar of some kind. He could feel something soft behind him, running his fingers along it he realised it was someone’s hands. A woman’s from the size of it. He looked around. The windows were bricked up, the floor made of dirt. He tried to see around behind him but struggled to move. He sighed and took in as much detail as he could.
He heard a soft groan and felt her fingers shift against his hands, the action tickled slightly.
‘What the hell?’ a voice gasped.
‘I was thinking the same thing,’ he muttered.
He could feel her yanking at the bindings unsuccessfully.
‘I tried that already,’ he offered. ‘Is there stairs or a door or something your side?’
‘Stairs. I’d say it’s a basement,’ she muttered.
He could feel her fidgeting constantly, behind him.
‘I’ll get you outta this. I promise. My brother, he’ll realise I’m gone and come find me.’
‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but I generally don’t need saving,’ she laughed, softly.
Dean rolled his eyes, great he was trapped with a feminist I can do anything type person.
‘So how did you get here?’ Dean asked, as he tried to work at the bindings.
‘Not sure. One minute I’m doing some hot guy, next I wake up attached to a different a pole. This is nowhere near as enjoyable as last night.’
Dean snorted, at least she had a sense of humour.
‘You?’ she grunted, shifting again.
‘Banging a hot chick, having her attached to my pole,’ he grinned, as she sniggered quietly. ‘And now I’m attached to one here.’
He heard a soft cry and he jumped, trying to look behind him. Trying to see if she was ok. He heard her wince but not answer.
‘Almost…’ she mumbled.
They heard a noise and she froze. Dean listened as two sets of footsteps made their way down the stairs.
‘Your hot chick, dark hair, blue eyes? Every bit as dead as the hot guy that screwed me over?’
‘Sounds about right,’ Dean growled, trying to yank his hands free.
He watched as last night’s conquest came into sight along with a guy that looked similar to her.
‘It is a shame, I did like this one,’ she pouted.
‘You like every one that’s half decent in bed.’
‘Well, looks like falling asleep on the job didn’t ruin the night for your missus,’ the woman mused.
‘I do have a reputation to uphold.’
‘See, I was going with my root was piss poor given I fell asleep during it,’ she offered.
‘That’s true, this is totally their fault. You two really need to work on your bed skills. Here’s what I’m sugges-.’ Dean’s words cut off as the guy slammed his fist into his jaw.
‘Don’t think he appreciated the advice,’ Dean’s companion offered.
‘You think,’ Dean grumbled, shifting his jaw, wincing as it popped.
‘Are you sure we have to wait?’ the woman sighed, looking at them.
Dean watched as she shifted out of sight and towards his companion.
‘You did well, she is pretty. Those eyes of hers though, I do hate it when you get them with no one set colour.’
‘Sorry to disappoint. Maybe he should go find you another…what exactly am I?’
‘Sacrifice.’
‘Oh, well in that case the eye colour really doesn’t matter. How is it you intend on doing it? Flames, knife, eating?’
Dean screwed up his face, shaking his head slightly, struggling to believe what he was hearing. She was so calm about it.
‘Rip out your still beating heart and offer it to the Gods,’ the woman explained as she closed the distance, eyeing Deam off carefully before moving out of his line of sight.
‘I thought they prefer virgins?’ Dean asked.
‘Beggars, choosers. I’m sure you understand. Looks are more important.’
‘Aww they think we’re pretty,’ his companion gushed.
‘Good to know. I always knew my good looks and charm would be the death of me,’ Dean smirked.
‘So what now?’ the woman behind him, asked happily. ‘Bathing with jasmine oil? Oh making flower headpieces? Do I get to wear one of those awesome looking robe things? Cos that, that would be great.’
Dean watched as the guy looked at her, his jaw dropping slightly. The female capture came back into sight and muttered something in his ear. Both looking over at Dean.
‘Hey, I’m with her. Apparently the oil rubbed all over the body looks even hotter, I’m down with that. You are rubbing it on me, right?’ he asked, looking at last night’s conquest. ‘I’m thinking happy ending massage, given last night didn’t end quite so happily.’
The woman behind him coughed, supressing a laugh.
‘You had to pick the crazy ones,’ the female capture sighed, turning and walking out.
Dean listened as the footsteps carried off into the distance. The woman behind him suddenly moving quickly and desperately. He heard her wince again as her hands shifted against his.
‘Got it,’ she gasped, her hands suddenly disappearing away from his. He felt the bindings on his wrist fall away and he jumped up turning around to face the woman.
She smiled brightly at him, ‘So, my name’s Y/N and today I will be your saviour.’
Dean grinned at her, the other chick was right. Her eyes were a mix of colours, he found himself getting lost in them for a moment, trying to identify what colour exactly they were.
She looked up towards the stairs and frowned, ‘We need to move.’
He nodded and followed her quietly towards the stairs.
‘I’m Dean, your dude in distress.’
She looked at him and smiled, before carefully making her way up the stairs. Dean looked down and saw the small knife in her hands, he couldn’t help but wonder where she pulled it from.
They reached the top of the stairs and he stepped forward, putting himself between her and the door. He reached for the handle and stopped, looking over at her.
‘You know to get out, we may have to hurt them. I can’t have you freaking out if it comes to that.’
‘Dude, I am more than happy to kill the son of a bitch,’ she hissed, gesturing to the door. ‘I mean seriously what kind of arsehole doesn’t wait until after you finish before knocking you out? Manners go a long way in the bedroom, and out of it for that matter.’
Dean smirked at her and nodded. Understanding her frustration completely. He slowly cracked the door open and looked around. Surveying the room as he pushed the door open a bit more each time. The room appeared empty and the two stepped out, he held his arm up keeping her back behind him. Unsure what he was going to do to protect her, how he was going to. But he would try.
He heard her step away and turned to see her looking at something, her brow furrowing. He watched as her hair fell down slightly, covering her face. Watching as she brushed it to one side, her hand as she turned a page in a book. He found himself getting distracted as he watched her move.
‘God damn witches,’ she muttered under her breath.
‘Better than fighting Gods,’ Dean responded automatically. ‘Easier to kill.’
Her eyes rose, the multi coloured iris’ growing wide as she looked at him.
‘Hunter?’ she asked.
Dean felt a smile play on his lips as he nodded. This just made things quite a bit easier. ‘You?’
‘Daughter of one.’
‘You ever hunted?’
‘Other than a single salt and burn? No.’
‘Ok, well today marks your second hunt. Witches,’ he grinned.
‘I’m down with that.’
He crossed over to where she was and had a look at the book she was reading.
‘It’s amateur.’
‘That it is, I’m thinking the sacrifice is them trying to boost their powers.’
Dean looked around the table and found a letter opener, he picked it up and checked the edge. It would have to do.
‘Can you fight?’ Dean asked her quietly as they made their way towards the next door.
She nodded.
‘How well?’
‘Well enough. My step dad was special forces. He taught me a thing or two.’
Dean looked her over, she was petite, only coming up to his chest. Her face was soft and delicate, he highly doubted she could do much damage.
He opened the door checking the next room, before moving out. The two stopping in the passage way, listening as voices carried in their direction. It sounded like the others were arguing. One wanted to wait until the full moon tonight before killing them the other wanted to do it now.
The two made their way down the hall, listening as the argument intensified. Dean watched through the crack as the woman threw a vase at the other guy.
‘Was she that wild in bed?’ Y/N breathed quietly in his ear.
Dean chuckled quietly, ‘Nope. Smooth gentle motions, kinda boring.’
He watched as she laughed quietly. He shifted the letter opener and looked at her, watching as she nodded.
He pushed the door open and the two stepped inside the door.
‘How…’ the woman gasped.
‘He left me a knife, knew you’d try and deviate from the plan,’ Y/N told her.
Dean watched as she smirked as the woman let rip once more at her partner.
‘Liar,’ Dean muttered.
‘Meh, technicality.’
The woman screeched and ran at her. The man charging Dean. Neither getting much chance to prepare for it. Dean watched as the attack knocked Y/N off her feet, but it didn’t take long for her to recover. He was lucky the guy he was fighting was more of a pretty boy than anything else. It didn’t take long to overpower him and push the letter opener into his chest.
Dean turned and watched as Y/N rolled over, her chest heaving slightly. The woman was lying on the floor, blood pooling from where Y/N had pushed the knife into her chest.
He made his way over and held out a hand, watching as she took it gratefully, letting him pull her up. His fingers tingled as they made contact with her. The whole sensation was new to him, it electrified his senses and made him want more.
‘Well,’ she mused looking at the bodies. ‘You think that will deter you from one night stands and random hook ups?’
‘Dunno, what you doing tonight?’ he grinned, cheekily.
He watched as a shy smile appeared on her face, ‘Can you finish without falling asleep?’
‘Can you?’
‘Several times over,’ she grinned.
‘Oh, Sweetheart,’ Dean beamed. He went to go talk when they heard the front door click open. He watched as her eyes grew wide. Dean quickly and quietly made his way to the door, as she pulled her knife from the woman’s chest.
‘You’re late,’ Dean groaned when he spotted his brother.
‘Sorry, man. Your phone died and I lost the trace.’
‘Your brother?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.
‘Mmm.’
‘Better late than never.’
She moved over next to him and smiled politely as he introduced her to Sam.
‘So…about tonight?’
‘I suppose you do owe me for rescuing you,’ she sighed, dramatically.
Dean grinned, following her out the front door, ‘A debt I am happy to pay.’
He grabbed the collar of her jacket and gently pulled her in close, kissing her again. Last night had been amazing. She was amazing. He heard a slight moan escape her lips and it spurred him on all the more. His hands pushing behind her as his tongue and lips explored her lips, her jaw, her neck. He felt her melt and slowly pushed her back into the motel.
His mobile rang and he ignored it, he knew who it was and what they wanted. It wasn’t happening.
The ringing stopped as he pushed her jacket from her shoulders.
‘Thought you had to go,’ she murmured against his lips.
‘Testing your several times over,’ he breathed, moaning as she kissed his neck.
Dean pulled her shirt up over her head and his phone rang again. Y/N pulled it from his pocket and threw it onto the sofa. Dean shoved her onto the bed, watching as she bounced slightly. A small seductive smile playing on her lips. He dropped down, hovering over the top of her. Letting his lips wander over her body, taking in every curve.
Someone started banging on her motel room door and Dean groaned, burying his head in her cleavage, mumbling to Sam to go away.
‘Dean?!’
‘5 minutes!’
‘You said that two hours ago,’ Sam called.
Dean watched as her body shook with silent laughter. He groaned again, kissing her briefly as he grabbed her shirt, handing it to her.
He waited until she was covered before he opened her door, glaring at his brother.
‘Seriously worse than rabbits,’ Sam grumbled. ‘Sorry but the owner wants the keys back and we should hit the road.’
Dean looked over at the woman on the bed and then back at his brother, torn between what to do. He knew exactly what and who he wanted to do. Leaving to go back to the bunker certainly wasn’t it.
‘I’ll call once I’ve settled into my new place,’ Y/N promised him. ‘Then you can visit, when you pass through.’
‘You seriously have no idea what town?’ Sam asked.
‘Nope, just coordinates and clues. Nothing like an adventure,’ she smiled, standing up.
Dean watched as she pulled her Y/C/H into a pony tail, her shirt rising up slightly. His eyes wandered over her stomach and he felt a stirring once more.
‘Keep in touch,’ Dean told her. ‘Let us know if you need any help.’
She smiled and nodded at him. He kissed her again briefly and said goodbye. She was without a doubt the best one night stand he had ever had. His plan now, was a casual hook up whenever they crossed paths. Given how good it was with her, he was hoping it was often.
Dean listened as Sam called for him, they had a case. Dean took the laptop, reading through the article. Unsure as to whether it was their sort of case or not.
A knock echoed off the metal bunker door, the two brothers exchanged a look, neither of them were expecting company. They made their way up the metal staircase, listening as the knock came again.
Dean cracked the door, frowning as he looked out. He opened it a bit wider and stood there staring, watching as the woman turned around. Her multi coloured eyes growing wide as her jaw dropped.
‘You had so better not be a cousin or brother I don’t know about!’ Y/N gaped.
‘God, I hope not,’ Dean gasped, just as shocked. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’
‘Mum’s clues lead me here,’ she frowned, looking at the bunker.
Sam stepped outside and raised an eyebrow. The three stood staring at one another before Dean eventually fumbled out an offer for her to come inside. She followed them into the library, sitting down, waiting quietly as Dean poured them both a whiskey.
‘I’m not a stalker,’ she told him, as he put it in front of him.
He smirked, as she grinned at him.
‘And even if I was, I would have approached you about a week and a half ago.’
He frowned for a few moments and grinned as he remembered her message asking where he was. Explaining she wasn’t trusting a hook up without ending in a basement. And she really, really needed a hook up. It frustrated them both that they were on opposite sides of the country.
‘So what happened.’
Y/N ran through how she had gone from place to place, following coordinates her Mum had left her. Each place she found a journal or book of some kind and a new set of coordinates.
‘The last one was at Wyoming. I went into a safety deposit box found a note that said “Welcome to the family business,” a key, seal and coordinates that lead me here.’
‘Key?’ Dean asked.
She pulled the key from her pocket and handed it to them.
‘What’s your last name?’ Sam asked, turning it over in his hands.
‘Barrett. But by birth it’s Y/L/N.’
Dean watched as his brother’s face changed and he got up and walked off.
‘I am so sorry, Dean. If I had of known, I would have called or something. I just, I figured I’d find my dad or some relative here.’
‘It’s ok. These guys were a bit out there with what they did.’
‘These guys?’
‘Men of Letters,’ Sam explained as he walked back in. ‘Evan Y/L/N?’
‘My grandfather,’ she frowned. ‘What’s he got to do with this?’
‘John Barrett?’
‘My step dad.’
‘Both were men of letters,’ Sam said handing her the folders. ‘Evelyn Barrett?’
‘My mum,’ she whispered. ‘Is she here?’
Sam shook his head sadly, ‘According to this your grandad was part of a group that broke off from the original Men of Letters, he was worried they were too corrupt.’
‘Where is he now?’ Dean asked.
‘Dead, ah, Ozark Howler in Texas.’
‘They exist?’ Sam frowned.
She nodded, Dean watched as she tried to piece it all together.
‘Your step dad?’
‘Killed in action in Iraq.’
‘Dad?’ Dean asked.
She shook her head but didn’t elaborate. Dean watched as she flicked through the files. She downed her whiskey and Dean refilled it for her. He watched as she picked it up and brought to her lips once more.
‘There’s one on you,’ Sam said quietly.
Y/N fumbled almost dropping the glass, whiskey sloshing over the edge, spilling on the files. Dean grabbed a towel and helped her clean it up. She was pale, her hands shook slightly. This wasn’t the confident woman from the basement. He wanted to comfort her in some way, tell her it would be ok but he wasn’t sure how to do it.
‘How?’ she whispered.
‘It’s old, so I’m guessing either your mum or grandad put it here.’
The two men went on to explain who and what the Men of Letters were. Dean watched as she took it all in. He listened as she explained what her mum did. She basically did all the leg work for hunters, the research, the spells, everything but the fight itself.
‘So what now?’ she said quietly.
‘We get you a room,’ Dean grinned.
He watched as she hesitated slightly, before looking up at him and smiling slightly.
‘Ignoring his reasoning’s,’ Sam groaned. ‘You are one of us, you’re entitled to stay here.’
‘And do what? Hunt? Be your research bitch?’
‘Among other things,’ Dean offered.
Sam shrugged, ‘Whatever you want. We can figure it out as we go. Maybe we can help you find your mum.’
Dean watched as she stifled a yawn and nodded.
‘Come on,’ he offered, standing. ‘Let’s put your car in the garage and find you a room.’
He showed her where the garage was and helped her get her bags from the back of her 4x4. He led her through the bunker to the spare room closest to his. He put her stuff on the bed and watched as she sat down, looking up at him.
‘Are you sure you’re ok with this?’ she asked quietly. ‘I didn’t mean to gate crash.’
‘Sweetheart, I’m more than ok with it. I was on the lookout for a hunt near Wyoming so I can meet up with you. Especially after your other message.’
‘Will that make this too awkward?’
‘Which part?’ he asked, closing her door. He watched as a small smile played on her lips. ‘Cos let’s face it, hooking up with my housemate saves a trip to the bar, crap pick-up lines and waking up in some random basement.’
She smirked at him as he moved in closer.
‘I suppose friends with benefits could be achievable…’
Dean watched as her eyes ran over his body. Dean kissed her roughly, his need more primal than the need to savour it. She responded just as eagerly, much to his delight. She gasped as he ripped her shirt open, popping several of her buttons.
‘You are so fixing that,’ she mumbled into his neck.
‘I’ll buy you a new one,’ he moaned into her chest as the two rediscovered each other, finding release.
‘Definitely achievable,’ Dean grinned, as he pulled his shirt on.
‘Not if you keep trashing my shirts,’ she smirked, throwing it at him. ‘Good luck finding the buttons.’
He watched as she rummaged through her bag pulling out another one, this time with no buttons.
The three soon fell into step, Y/N helped with research but not hunting. At least not to start. Dean wanted to make sure her skills were up to date before he took her into any kind of danger. Sam trained with her, and Dean tested her constantly.
Dean and Y/N’s relationship was casual. The two became fast friends, they had similar interest and the same sense of humour. But they weren’t dating. They slept together or with others, if in the mood. No jealously, no betrayal. Although, in the three months she had been there they had only sleep with someone else on a couple of occasions. It was more convenient, especially after a hunt or during the worst of a hunt when they needed to vent to just find the other.
As the six-month approached, things started to change. They had finished a three week hunt for a shifter and hadn’t had time to blink let alone have sex.
‘You do know when we get back to the motel, the second bang will be the door?’ Y/N muttered in his ear, while Sam chatted about something to do with the case. Neither of them listening, as they made their way towards the sewer exit. Dean looked down at her and grinned, as he watched a small smile play on her lips. She laughed at something Sam said and followed him up the ladder. Dean watched appreciatively as she climbed.
She had barely unlocked her door when he crashed into her, shutting the door behind him. His hands barely touching her and she started to tremble. He grinned and slowed it down, purposely bringing her to the edge of the brink and back down again, before finally giving in to her pleas.
They lay there afterwards, absolutely spent, neither able to move. Both drifting off to sleep, unexpectedly.
Dean stirred the next morning, finding his body wrapped protectively around Y/N, his face buried in her neck. He smiled at how natural it felt, how good it felt and let himself drift back off to sleep. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken up next to her, but it was the first time he had woken up with her in his arms.
They both woke a couple of hours later and Dean watched as she got up and showered, coming out dressed ready to return back to the bunker. They packed up the car and went over the road to the local diner for breakfast.
Dean found himself watching her, taking more note of things. The way she laughed and smiled. They sat down at the table and her phone rang, she answered it and switched straight into hunter/researcher mode, he listened as she quietly talked the hunter one the other end through how to break a spell. He held up a finger, silencing her as the waitress came over.
‘Are you sure that’s what it is?’ she asked.
The waitress looked down at her, waiting for an order.
‘She’ll have a piece of toast, poached egg, fried tomato and a couple of pieces of bacon. Oh and coffee, black, no sugar,’ Dean ordered for her.
He watched the small smile that played on her lips. The way she mouthed thank you. He felt his senses stirring, he wanted to feel those lips on him again. Taste them. Her smile grew slightly bigger, as she bit her lip. She knew what he wanted, she could read him like an open book. As well as he could read her.
‘Yeah, put that all together in the bag. I’ll text you through the lyrics,’ she explained, hanging up.
Dean watched as she typed out the text. Surprised when his own phone beeped. He glanced at her, watching as she continued to type. He opened his messages and found one from Y/N. “My room or yours?” Dean grinned at the message and typed out his reply, he almost clicked send when he realised what he wrote, “Ours.” He quickly deleted it, his smile fading slightly as he sent back a different message, telling her to come to his.
He looked up to see her frowning slightly at him. Her phone beeped as his message came through. She kept watching him for a few more moments, he gave her a sad smile and looked up at the waitress as she dropped their breakfast off. He watched as she got distracted, picking at her food as she watched her phone constantly, waiting for a reply from the hunter so she knew it had worked. The longer it took the more agitated she grew. He could see her body jumping slightly and reached out and gently took hold of her knee holding it still.
‘We can go if you need,’ he offered.
He watched as she hesitated, glancing down at her phone. Relief flooding her features as the message came through. He smiled softly at her, as she grinned at him.
‘They good?’ Sam asked.
‘Yeah,’ she smiled, picking up her coffee and downing it.
They had been back at the bunker a week, when Dean stumbled into the kitchen. It had been three days since he and Y/N had last slept together. Three days since he started feeling the slow slip into insanity due to lack of contact and having to constantly be aware of what was happening around him, what he was doing, what he was thinking before he did it or said it. His body and mind seemed to have developed a mind of its own. Especially when it came to her. He needed to touch her, taste her, smell her. He felt like he was dying if he spent too long away from her, if he didn’t talk to her or hear her laugh.
He stopped in the doorway, desperately struggling with his hormones and his need for her as he watched her bend over and look in the bottom of the fridge.
‘Morning,’ he croaked, as he shifted around the large central bench.
‘Morning,’ she called.
He groaned silently, he could hear the smile in her tone, it was too much.
‘Hey pop quiz, that last thing we hunted, we didn’t bring back parts of it, right? Like this thing in the back of the fridge? That’s not shifter goo is it?’
Dean chuckled quietly as she questioned the state of the fridge. She was brave for even looking back that far.
‘Don’t think so, unless Sammy’s on some new diet.’
He watched as she stood up and turned to look at him, the cheeky grin she always wore when the light-hearted teasing took place appeared on her face, causing Dean to melt. He took in her appearance. The light weight strappy maxi dress that he loved, the one he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. That same one that dipped so low on the back he could trace that curve of her spine with his eyes. Her hair hung low, covering her cleavage, but he knew damn well as the day warmed up, her hair would be pulled up out of the way. He also knew the casual, but well-dressed look meant she was going out.
‘That’s gross. I don’t care how much weight he loses we are so not doing that. I vote pizza and burgers, together. Oh, maybe on nachos…’
Dean watched as she thought about it, her mind wandering as to how to mix the combo.
‘We’re drinking before you make us try that right?’
‘Yeah, hey if I make it in pie casing what’s the chance you’ll try it sober?’
Dean went to answer, but stopped himself. As a pie that might not taste too…
‘Damn it, Y/N, that sounds gross but now I want to try it.’
‘I’ll make it tonight, after I shop and we hit the bar. I need a night out.’
‘Night in?’ he countered, letting his eyes run over her. Her breath hitched slightly, it wasn’t loud, but he was so attuned to it now that he knew it had happened. It only spurred him on even more.
‘Tempting,’ she mused, biting her lip. ‘Especially if Sam’s catching up on reading in the library like he was talking about.’ Dean watched as she seriously considered it. He could see her starting to come around, there wasn’t a lot of debate about it. There hadn’t been for a while. ‘Maybe after drinks? I need to get out,’ she explained.
He frowned, she was always up for drinks. But she never needed them, not like she seemed to need it right now.
‘You ok?’
‘Always,’ she smiled, turning back to the fridge. ‘Now, what do we do about Sam’s diet?’ she asked placing the dish on the table in front of him.
Dean looked at it and felt his stomach heave slightly. He swore it moved on its own.
‘We push that straight back in there and leave as fast as we can, messaging Sam after we are out of range of the bunker to tell him we are shopping and can he clean the fridge out as we forgot.’
He grabbed the plate and pushed it back into the depths of the fridge and grabbed Y/N’s hand and her bag, yanking her from the kitchen and towards the garage. Her carefree laughter was music to his ears.
‘Honey,’ she laughed as he tore down the road. ‘You know I’m more than happy to go anywhere with you, do anything with you,’ she smiled seductively.
Dean tried so hard to concentrate on the road, but failed.
‘Oh, Sweetheart, believe me. I know and I am more than happy to hear it.’
‘I’m glad. And you know I will do it again and again and again.’
‘Mmm,’ Dean murmured as his body stirred to the of her voice, to the way she spoke. He could almost feel her tongue on his neck.
‘Dean?’ she asked, her voice tainted with a slight needy whine. One that told him she was keen. That she needed his attention.
‘Yeah, Sweetheart?’ he questioned, looking for a suitable place to pull over.
‘We can’t go shopping while you’re in your boxers and especially while you’re so excited about shopping.’
Dean closed his eyes and swore.
‘Watch the road or let me drive,’ she warned.
He pulled over into a small truck spot on the side of the road.
‘Want me to find you something to wear. I’m sure I have some spare clothes in the back there. There’s definitely a thong. I still haven’t found that one from last time we did it on the back seat,’ she smirked.
Dean looked at her, wanting to make a snarky comment but found himself smiling and shaking his head, ‘One problem at a time,’ he grumbled, grabbing her and pulling her in closer as he kissed her passionately. His hands wandering up her legs as he pushed her dress out the way. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he buried his head in her neck and moaned. Three days was too long. He didn’t care if it wasn’t sex, he just needed her in his arms.
After they finished and Y/N had found him a spare outfit from the boot, he messaged Sam and they continued on their way into town.
The two stopped for coffee and he found himself getting angry at the waiter who kept smiling at her. The look in the man’s eyes as he undressed her with his eyes, as he silently made plans for the two of them. Dean wanted to rip his eyes out and shove them down his throat. She was clearly here with someone, and definitely not available. He watched as Y/N smiled back, grateful it was a polite smile. That there was no lust in it. No desire for a quick session with the waiter.
They finished shopping and headed back to the bunker, he watched amused as Sam shot them both a bitch face as they came inside.
‘Seriously, every damn time!’ he complained.
‘What?’ Y/N asked, innocently.
‘Leaving me to clean the fridge out. What was that?’
‘No idea, it’s your diet you tell me,’ Dean grinned, running a hand along Y/N’s bare back as he directed her and the bags to the kitchen.
They placed the bags on the table and he watched as she pulled her hair up. She started unpacking, leaning over slightly as she grabbed some milk from another bag. He looked at how close she was, he moaned silently and gently took her arm, pulling her further forward as he leant over and kissed her.
‘Seriously? Again?’ she gasped as he finally broke contact.
‘It’s been ages,’ he defended. Slightly upset that she thought all he wanted was sex. He didn’t. Well, he did. But that was just to kiss her. That’s all he wanted. He just needed the contact. He needed his girlfriend. He dropped his eyes to the table quickly, his friend, his booty call, his friend with benefits. Not his girlfriend. She was not his girlfriend. His heart sunk as he reminded himself.
‘It’s been hours,’ she laughed.
‘If you’re not interested, it’s fine,’ he grumbled, more to himself. Embarrassed by his screw up. Unsure of how to explain it. How to even come close to telling her.
‘I am interested. I’m always interested,’ she smiled, coming around the bench. ‘I just thought that maybe given how tired you’ve been lately, that you will probably rather just wait until another day.’
Dean watched as she approached. His heart starting to race as she moved closer, as her perfume filled his senses. He needed help and a lot of it. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she rose up onto her toes and kissed him. His hands pushed around her waist as he captured her soft moan with his lips. She lowered herself down not bothering to stop kissing him as she intertwined her fingers with his shirt and stepped back towards the door, pulling him with her. Dean obediently following.
‘Seriously? Guys?’ Sam groaned.
‘Sorry, Sammy,’ she grinned. ‘Maybe later is a better idea,’ she sighed to Dean.
He gave her a small smile and watched as she went back to the table and started putting stuff away.
He looked up as she walked into the library, short skirt, low cut top, heels, she was ready to pick up and clearly out for a good night.
‘Let’s go people, I have shots with my name on it and a horrible desire to dance until I fall down.’
Dean frowned at her, she was never this enthusiastic about the bar.
‘Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine,’ she sighed. ‘I just need a night out, that’s all.’
‘Sorry to disappoint, but I’m out. I think I’m going to crash early,’ Sam offered.
Y/N pouted at him, ‘Puh, puh, puh-leeezzzzeeee,’ she begged.
‘Sorry, Y/N/N, but I’m sure you will have a great night regardless. And Dean will be sure to video any falling down,’ Sam chuckled.
‘Dean doesn’t dance. I need to dance, to let loose, to…’ she bit her lip and dropped her eyes. ‘You sure?’
‘Yeah. I’m sure you can find some sucker to make a fool of himself for you. Guys are always begging you to dance.’
Dean watched as she relented and nodded. He was growing more concerned by the minute. He wondered if this was to do with her mum. They still hadn’t had any luck finding her, and he knew it was upsetting her. She had been struggling with it on and off recently, the realisation that she was probably dead slowly sinking in.
Sam left the room and Dean watched as Y/N grabbed her cell and some money. He approached her and gently took them from her hands, shoving them into his pockets. She had nowhere to put them and he had no intention of letting her out of his sight, so it didn’t matter who had them.
‘If you need to dance, I’ll dance. If you want to stay here and get blind drunk, I’ll do it. It doesn’t matter what it is, I’ll do it. All you gotta do is ask,’ he said softly in her ear, as he reached out and grabbed the car keys. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and pulled back. ‘Right, Sweetheart, let’s go get our groove on.’
They arrived at the bar and Dean watched as she downed two shots and left to order a beer. Something was definitely wrong. He made the decision to slow his own drinking down, to watch her more, to wait for it all to come together. He glanced around the bar, watching as she stood at the counter, waiting for their drinks. Some douche next to her, chatting her up. He picked up his own shot and downed it, trying to tell himself he had no right to get jealous. No right to get mad. No right to be possessive. His grip on the shot glass tightened as the dead man touched his girl, as he picked up a strand of her hair and played with it. As he ran his fingers lightly down Dean’s girl’s arm.
The bartender handed over their drinks and he watched as she said goodbye and made her way back towards the table, dancing her way across the dance floor. He smiled at the happy look in her eyes, the cheeky grin she was giving him. He let himself relax a bit, maybe there wasn’t anything more going on. Maybe the whole world of hunting was just a bit overwhelming and she needed to let loose.
‘So you made a new friend,’ Dean observed as she handed him his beer.
‘I know, what do you think the chances are he’ll know what to do?’ she mused, looking over at the guy.
Dean watched as the douche winked at her and grinned.
‘You haven’t been here 20 minutes and you’re already thinking of leaving? If you just wanted to hook up, we could have done that at home,’ he snapped.
She gaped at him, concern and annoyance crossing her face. Dean swore and cringed. That came out worse than he meant.
‘Y/N, I’m-.’
‘Forget it!’ she snapped, standing up and walking off to the dance floor.
Dean sighed and watched as she danced. Her whole demeanour had changed, the two rarely fought, but this, whatever it was. This had ruined her night, he watched as every smile after that was forced, the carefree attitude she had earlier was gone. She eventually gave up and he watched as she walked outside. Dean got up and followed her, calling her name as he realised she was walking off.
‘I’ll take you home,’ he said quietly.
He watched as she contemplated it, he frowned when he realised she was seriously considering walking back to the bunker. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was letting that happen.
He took her elbow and led her to the car, opening the passenger’s door he waited until she sat down before closing it. The drive back to the bunker was quiet. There was no joking, no smiles, no laughter, no teasing. Only a sombre silence that hung over the both of them. He watched sadly as she got out the car and headed inside. Dean groaned and followed, he didn’t want to fight, he didn’t want her to hate him.
He followed her to her room and knocked on the door, letting himself in. He watched as she pulled her shoes off.
‘I’m sorry. I was a jerk and a jealous one at that. I just, I thought we had plans, then he came along. And well, I was looking forward to being with you tonight. Especially when you looked like this,’ he smiled, hoping to ease the tension. He watched as she sighed and stood up straight.
‘I figured you would have been happy to find a new piece of arse for the night,’ she muttered as Dean moved closer.
‘No, tonight what I needed only you could give,’ he admitted.
She looked at him confused, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of it. Dean smiled softly at her and pushed his hand behind her head, pulling her in close enough that he could kiss her. It wasn’t as hard and needy as it normally was. Tonight he slowed it down, he took his time exploring her body, caressing every part, using his lips and hands to show her what he had struggled to say. This time he didn’t just have sex, he made love and it changed everything. How well she fit against him, around him, how perfect she felt. He needed more of it. It was better than anything else he had ever experienced.
As they finished, he wrapped his arms around her and just held her, there was no way he was leaving now. Not a chance he was going back to his room unless she demanded it. His heart swelled as he looked down at her, she was half asleep lying on his chest, her hair messy, her make up smudged slightly and she had never looked more perfect.
‘I love you,’ he said quietly, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
He felt her tense slightly in his arms.
‘What?’ she whispered.
‘I… I love you,’ he repeated, his voice cracking.
She sat up and looked at him, a million unreadable emotions crossing her face.
‘I want more, I don’t want to leave every night or have you leave. I want to go to sleep and wake up with you. I want you as my girl, every day, all day.’
She looked at him, her jaw dropping further and further. The silence that now stretched between them only seemed to grow.
‘Y/N?’ he whispered. ‘Say something.’
‘I…we…’ tears welled in her eyes, but the words didn’t come. Dean didn’t know what to say, or do. He sat up and watched her carefully, hoping for some kind of indication, but nothing came.
He leaned forward to kiss her and she pulled back. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as they dropped onto Dean’s hands. She scrambled out of the bed and yanked on a pair of yoga pants and a top before running from the room.
Dean sat there, watching as his own tears mixed with the ones she had left behind. His chest heaved as he tried to pull himself together. He knew she didn’t feel the same. He just wasn’t expecting that, he thought she would let him down more gently. He ran his hands over his face. He had never put himself in that sort of position before, never let himself fall in love. God, she was worth it. But the pain he felt, he couldn’t do it again. He climbed out of her bed and pulled on his clothes. He made his way down the hall to his room and locked himself in there. He pulled on his headphones as he lay on the bed, cranking the music. Hoping that the sweet sound of rock will block his thoughts and pain.
Movement and shadows under the door caught his attention and he watched as someone stood there, moving slightly before walking away. For a moment, he got his hopes up that maybe she had changed her mind, that she was only in shock. But that faded pretty quickly. He roughly wiped the fresh bout of tears from his eyes and tried once more to focus on the music.
As the record finished, he decided on a new plan. He was going to get his girl. They were good together. They were amazing together. He would prove it. He got up and went in search of her. Moving from room to room, trying desperately not to give up hope and not to let it get him down as he found each room empty. He went into the garage and found her car missing. His heart sunk as he pulled his cell from his pocket and dialled her number. His heart only breaking further when all he got was her message bank.
He hung up and watched as her name flashed up on the screen. He nervously accepted the phone and went to talk.
‘Shut up and listen, don’t say anything, don’t argue, don’t yell, don’t be mad. Just listen,’ Y/N said quickly. ‘Ok?’
Dean stood quietly, not even willing to breathe. He wasn’t going to do anything that caused her to stop talking.
‘Dean?’
‘You said shut up.’
‘Ok, I deserved that,’ she sighed. ‘I’m so sorry for how I reacted. You deserved better. I just wasn’t expecting it. I didn’t think…Jesus.’
He could hear her fighting back tears as she spoke. The way she struggled to keep her breathing even, he could picture how her hand had gone to her mouth as she covered it, holding back a sob.
‘I went out, because I was hoping you would pick up. I needed to put some distance between us, I needed to remind myself that we were only friends.’
Dean froze, that had his attention. He moved quietly towards a toolbox and sat down, not wanting to miss a single word.
‘I can’t date, not now. Not until I find out what happened to mum and figure out who my dad is. I can’t have the search ruin our relationship. I think…there’s a chance I’ve found someone who might be able to help. I was going to go tomorrow and check it out. Which was why I wanted the distance. Why I needed it. It’s been so long since either of us was with anyone else and with how I feel, I was scared that if you slept with someone else while I was gone I’d get upset about it. I needed to show myself there was no us.’
He listened as she sobbed quietly. He bit his tongue, forcing himself to stay quiet, to not blurt out the million things that ran through his mind.
‘I haven’t slept with anyone else because I felt like I would be cheating on you. I know it’s stupid but there it is. I want it, us. I do. No one makes me feel like you do, I have never wanted anyone like I do you. But I can’t not yet. I have something to do first. I need to find my birth dad and hopefully my mum. Then I’ll come back and we can do the whole relationship thing if you’re still interested.’
A silence hung between them once more. Dean didn’t know if he should smile or cry. She wanted him too, but he still couldn’t have her.
‘I’ll keep in touch,’ she said quietly. ‘And, Dean, I love you too have for a while now.’
Dean couldn’t hold it back anymore, he started to talk only to realise she had hung up. He sat staring at the phone. Still struggling with it all. He had her but she still wasn’t his. He stayed sitting on the tool box, wishing she would call back. He brought up her number so many times, and went to dial out but kept stopping himself. If she wanted to talk, she would have stayed on the line. He eventually decided on a message. He typed it out a maybe 20 times before settling on the text he thought was best. “I’ll be waiting, no matter how long it takes. Call if you need me. I’ll be here, day or night.”
As the weeks went by, Dean was grateful that she at least kept in touch. She never said where she was, or what she was doing but she let him know that she was ok. He and Sam continued to hunt, Dean hoped that they bumped into her along the way. That he could just see her for a few minutes at least. Hold her.
He blinked as the bright light blinded him suddenly. He frowned at the clock, 2am. He looked at the caller ID and felt his heart sink.
‘Baby? What’s wrong?’
‘I…distract me? Please?’
He shot up suddenly in bed, her tears breaking his heart, ‘Y/N? What’s going on?’
‘Dean,’ she whispered. ‘Please.’
He grabbed his jacket and snuck outside, climbing into the car.
‘Ok,’ he said quietly. He ran through random things, from the hunts they had been on, to his view on the world. Even going so far as to rate the pie he had eaten recently. He listened as her sobs faded out and her breathing grew more even. He sat on the phone listening to her sleep, her sobs breaking through it occasionally before she settled again. He considered tracking her down. He had been wanting to since she left, but she begged him not to. She said she needed to do this alone. He reluctantly hung up the phone, not wanting to run up her bill. He decided to message her tomorrow and let her sleep now.
Dean and Sam woke early the next morning. Dean text Y/N to see if she was ok. He frowned at the very basic reply she sent in return. They made their way to Bobby’s, both agreeing to take some time off and prepare to move out in case she needed them.
They had been there a couple of days when Y/N called.
‘Sweetheart?’ Dean panicked as he answered, listening to her sob.
‘I can’t do this,’ she whispered. ‘She’s gone and he…I don’t know,’ she cried.
‘Gone?’
‘He… he buried her,’ she blubbered. ‘Why would he do that? Why didn’t he call?’
Dean’s chest grew tight with the amount of pain in her voice. Nothing he said or did right now would help her.
‘Baby, where are you?’ Dean asked gently.
‘I don’t…God, I don’t even know. I just drove. I’m parked on the side of the road somewhere.’
Dean swore silently, struggling not to get upset over it. Not to panic about the whole situation.
‘That’s ok, we will sort it all out. Do you want me to come get you? Or are you ok to meet me somewhere?’
‘I’ll meet you, I need to sort my head out,’ she mumbled as she tried hard to calm herself.
‘I’m going to send you an address, I want you to come and meet me there. We will sort everything else out. If at any point, you feel you aren’t up for driving, you call. I’ll come get you. Don’t go risking it, you hear me?’
‘Yeah.’
Dean and Y/N spoke for a few more minutes before he hung up and text her Bobby’s address. He had Sam track her cell and worked out she was about three hours away.
He sat outside on the porch watching the road, waiting for her to arrive. She had three and 5 minutes or he was leaving to find her.
He sighed with relief as her car pulled into the property. He stood up and made his way down the stairs, meeting her as she climbed out of her car. He pulled her into a hug and just held her and she fought back another sob. He kissed her neck and tightened his arms around her, refusing to let go until she calmed down. He waited until the trembling slowed and the sobs faded out, before pulling back.
He kissed her gently and hugged her again. God, he had missed this woman more than he thought was possible. It surprised him in a way, she had been gone almost two months, and while he wanted sex, he wanted her more. He wanted to hold her. To just have her near him.
‘Come on, let’s go get you a drink and you can run through what happened,’ he said gently, taking her hand. He kissed her again and lead her inside. ‘I’ll introduce you to Bobby, he’s our adopted uncle,’ Dean explained, smiling at her.
They walked into the living room and Dean felt his arm yank suddenly as Y/N froze.
‘Baby?’
‘What…who…’
Dean looked at her carefully, all colour had left her face. Her jaw was hanging open as she stared at Bobby. Her whole body started shaking. Dean glanced at Bobby who looked as confused as he felt.
‘Y/N?’ Dean said, moving in front of her. ‘Sweetheart, what’s wrong?’
He watched as she fumbled with her jean’s pocket, trying to pull something out but her shaking made it difficult. He gently pushed his hand into the depths of her pocket and pulled out a small old photo. He glanced at it, it was old and faded, taken back in maybe the 70’s or 80’s, his own jaw dropping. He turned it over, reading the scrawl across the back. R.S. and me.
‘My dad,’ she whispered to Dean, her voice barely audible.
He looked up at her and then at Bobby, ‘You sure?’
She nodded, not taking her eyes off Bobby.
‘What the hell is going on?’ Bobby asked as Sam walked into the room.
‘Y/Nny,’ Sam greeted, giving her a hug. ‘You ok?’
She shook her head, still staring at Bobby.
‘She’s been searching for her parents. Her mum went missing and her Dad well, she never met him. Her mum fell pregnant after a week with a hunter,’ Dean explained. ‘Y/N never knew her dad’s name. Only that he was a hunter and her mum had a photo.’
‘Ok,’ Sam said slowly, looking between Y/N, Dean and Bobby.
‘About 31 years ago,’ Dean continued, looking at Bobby. ‘Evelyn Barrett.’
Bobby paled slightly, his jaw dropping as he stared at Y/N with, ‘Evie had a kid?’ he whispered. ‘I…’
Dean looked back at Y/N, he could see it now. She had her dad’s soft features, the slightly red tinge in her hair. While she looked more like her mum, she had some of Bobby in her.
He watched as her chest started to heave as her shaking grew worse. Her hand slipped from his as she stumbled out of the room, back towards the front door, leaving the three men staring after her.
Dean immediately went to chase after her as soon as he heard the door shut. But Bobby spoke before he got the chance.
‘I didn’t know,’ he spluttered. ‘She never said.’
Dean looked at the man, the tears that were welling in his eyes. It was a bittersweet moment. She had finally found him. But a part of him felt guilty, if they had of introduced her to Bobby when they first met, it would have changed so much for her.
Dean looked to the door and started to make his way out towards the front door when Bobby cleared his throat.
‘I’ll go. Probably need to explain a few things, maybe catch up a bit.’
Dean hesitated but stepped aside, he couldn’t exactly protest. He watched out the window as Bobby approached her. The two talking quietly. Dean considered opening the window he could hear but he knew he shouldn’t. He tried lip reading but felt like he was failing at it.
‘They ok?’ Sam asked, coming over to look over his shoulder.
‘I don’t know,’ Dean grumbled, annoyed. ‘She doesn’t look anymore upset, does she? Do you think I need to go out there? What right do I have to tell her dad to get lost if he’s upsetting her? I mean, I know he wasn’t involved in her upbringing, but he didn’t know, right?’
‘Dean, calm down. Bobby wouldn’t purposely upset her. He looked as shocked as she did. And you’re right, I don’t think he knew.’
‘If he upsets her…’ Dean mumbled. ‘She doesn’t need that right now.’
‘I think she does,’ Sam said quietly, causing Dean to pull his attention from the window to his brother. ‘Dean, she found her dad. She’s been looking for him and her mum since we met her. And from the sound of it, her mum’s dead. She needs this. Upsetting or not.’
Dean sighed and turned back to the father and daughter outside in the scrap yard. Bobby was now sitting on the hood of an old Camaro next to her. He watched as she nodded and said something, wiping the tears from her face.
‘Besides out of everyone we know in this hunting world, there’s no one else I would want to see as her dad,’ Sam said, clamping his brother on the shoulder, before walking off and heading upstairs.
The two didn’t come in until hours later, Dean watched as Bobby glanced up at him as they reached the living room doorway.
‘Can you get her bags? I’ll show her to her room,’ he asked Dean quietly.
Dean looked at her, his worry only growing. She was drained. Despite seeing her earlier, he only now took in how terrible she looked. These past few weeks had taken their toll. He nodded, leaving Bobby to lead her upstairs. He went out to her car and grabbed her duffel and backpack. He made his way upstairs, relieved to find Bobby had put her in his room. He watched as Bobby came out, pulling the door closed most of the way behind him.
Dean looked at the man and watched as the tears welled again in Bobby’s eyes.
‘Why wouldn’t she tell me?’ he whispered.
‘Maybe she thought it was safer for Y/N,’ Dean suggested.
Bobby nodded, barely paying attention to Dean’s answer. ‘I missed so much,’ he told Dean as he fought off tears.
‘But you’re here now,’ Dean said quietly. ‘She’s an amazing woman. But with what she’s been through, she’s going to need you. You’re all she’s got left.’
Bobby looked at him, like he only just realised he was there. Dean watched as Bobby made his way downstairs. He headed into the room, closing the door behind him. He looked at the now sleeping woman on the bed and quietly put the bags down on the floor. He picked up the spare blanket and laid it gently over the top of her. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead gently.
He climbed into bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her. She stirred in his arms and her listened as she mumbled his name.
‘I’m here, Baby.’
He felt her relax and snuggle into him. He breathed her in and cherished the moment. She was here and in his arms.
Hours ticked by and she barely stirred. He frowned, checking her pulse, careful not to disturb her if she was sleeping. He heard movement and turned to see Sam in the doorway.
‘Dean?’ her sleepily, voice panicked slightly, and yet she still managed to whine for him in her needy way that caused his own desire for her to stir.
‘I’m here. I’m not going anywhere,’ he promised, kissing her head, feeling her settle again.
‘Pizza’s here,’ Sam said quietly.
Dean nodded, watching her carefully.
‘She ok?’
‘Honestly? I don’t think so. I’m hoping some sleep helps. How’s Bobby?’
‘Hating himself for not being there. Hating her mum for not telling him. He was a father and never knew. He’s blaming himself for not stopping whatever killed her mum.’
‘All that was out of his control,’ Dean sighed.
‘That doesn’t matter to him, you know that. He may not have planned on kids, but he’d never abandon them.’
Dean nodded, kissing her head again as she stirred. Sam left quietly and Dean debated waking her up for something to eat. He could almost guarantee it had been a day or two since she ate. She stirred again and he watched as she blinked, sleepily.
‘Hey,’ he smiled, gently.
‘Hey,’ she whispered.
He kissed her softly and ran his fingers along her jaw gently.
‘So, that was an interesting reunion,’ she said quietly.
Dean smiled, ‘It was, but you found your dad, that’s something. He’s a good man, Y/N. Most times a better father than our dad ever was. He wouldn’t have stayed away from you if he had of known.’
‘You think?’
‘I know. And there’s no way he will walk away now. He will probably jump right into overprotective father mode,’ he chuckled. ‘I’m surprised he put you in here to sleep. I expected to be kicked out to the panic room.’
He watched as a small smile, played on her lips. She kissed him and settled back in against his chest.
‘Thank you. For the past couple of weeks, for today.’
He wrapped his arms around her tighter and kissed her head again. They lay there for a few minutes before he offered her dinner, it took some convincing but she eventually agreed. He took her hand and walked downstairs with her into the living room.
Bobby looked up from his book, looking happy, relieved, unsure as he watched them enter the room.
Y/N sat down on the old rickety arm chair and looked at the pizza. Dean watched uncertain as she refused to grab any. He sighed quietly and put some on a plate, handing it to her.
‘You have to eat,’ he said quietly.
Bobby frowned at the exchanged, before throwing silent question Dean’s way. Dean shook his head; no she wasn’t eating. She’d lost weight since she’d been gone. It wasn’t healthy and he was concerned.
‘Is it the wrong flavour?’ Bobby asked. ‘I can get something different if it helps? Unless, you’re one of those can’t eat comfort food people. I can get something else.’
‘Gluten intolerant,’ Sam mumbled.
‘Yeah, that,’ Bobby sighed.
‘No, it’s fine. I’m fine, no diet restrictions. I’m just not hungry.’
‘Y/N,’ Dean said gently.
‘Don’t,’ she warned.
Dean sighed and went to risk a fight by trying again.
‘We can’t find the thing that did this to ya Ma if your too weak and too sick to help hunt it,’ Bobby explained, saving Dean the fight. Y/N looked up at her dad unsure. ‘I’m going to hunt it down and kill it, one way or another. But I refuse to lose you because you weren’t strong enough to fight. I only just got you, Y/N,’ Bobby said through tears. ‘Don’t make me lose you so soon, please.’
Dean watched as she picked up the slice and took a small bite. He smiled softly at her and then Bobby, kissing her head he went to get himself some dinner. He watched as she took another bite and another, her resolve seeming to set in.
Bobby placed four beers on the table and raised a toast. ‘Tonight we catch up on 31 years, tomorrow we hunt,’ he nodded. Y/N gave a small sad smile as she raised her beer. ‘Welcome to the family business, Princess.”
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