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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1,588
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: shoutout to my first member on BuyMeACoffee - Em! Thank you so much for your support, you've given me the motivation for this story 😊 // This is where the angst starts guys! Hope you all like this one Xx
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
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Then -
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Now -
“Sure we do. Is he your boyfriend?” Dean asks, glancing at the door that Chris just walked through.
“We have an arrangement.” You shrug, at which he exhales, as if out of relief.
You take a deep breath. “How about we chat somewhere else?”
Dean peers around like he just realized the murky alley you are in. “In the diner?”
You shake your head. “Nope, lots of nosy people in a small town like this. Are you staying here for long?”
It’s his turn to shake his head. “We are checking something fishy in the next town, we were just gonna eat and pass this one. Destiny I guess.”
Snorting you think, fuck destiny. You don’t want to make it feel any more real.
“There is a motel next door. Tell Gale my name and get a room for you, my shift ends in two hours.”
You watch Dean talk for a bit while they eat and then walk out of the diner together, his eyes watching you until he no longer can.
Chris keeps on peeking at you throughout your shift, and you can’t blame him. The way the day had started did not give you a clue on what fate had in store for you.
You find yourself sighing a lot, but still have a fake smile plastered on to keep your patrons happy and get tips. Apart from this, you keep tuning out as you rely on muscle memory for the rest of the shift.
Panicking internally, while you try to be ready for the two serious conversations that are in store for you, and the first comes as you’re cleaning a table at the end of the day.
“Y/N?” Chris’s voice takes you out of your reverie, and you mentally prepare not to cry.
You two are alone in the diner, and although the last few weeks consisted of this alone time filled with kisses, this one is full of uneasiness. You hum and decide to focus on a particularly stubborn spot on the table.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” You still don’t look at him.
“About your soulmate.”
The dryness of your mouth is a telltale of your anxiety, and you gulp before answering. “I talked to him for the first time today.”
“And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
The crack in his voice finally makes you swivel and meet his gaze, seeing him to be on the verge of breaking down and your heart officially breaks for the first time.
“Chris, come on. I am not going anywhere” You keep the rag down, wipe your hands and close the distance between you before cradling his face.
Although you know that sentence holds no weight, all you want to do is comfort the guy who has opened his home and heart for you.
He kisses the palms of your hands as his hands encircle your waist. The way he tugs at you to get you just that little bit closer tells you that he doesn’t want to let you go, but he's made up his mind to.
“It’s not that complicated,” You try to interrupt him, but he shushes you with a kiss before continuing. “And you don’t have anything to explain. You met your soulmate, and you deserve to be happy with him.”
His intense blue eyes stare deep within your soul, and you’re afraid he’ll see how downright scared out of your wits you are.
“I have the option not to be with him, I’m pretty happy with you.” You say, and there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to come out.
You try to pick words that will minimize the hurt, but you know there’s not much you can do. It’s his way of saying goodbye, his way for closure.
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” You ask in a lighter tone.
“I have. It’s not like I could just not pay attention to your little gasps at odd times.” He says. “You should tell Dean not to get into trouble so much, seeing as it hurts you too.”
You giggle, as if you could tell a hunter to stay safe.
“I don’t deserve your kindness, Chris.” You mutter, and the dimples that you like so much appear on his cheeks.
“I just knew this day would come sometime or the later, I just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”
This man has literally changed the way you see love, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your quest to stay hiding from your soulmate, you would have realized it sooner.
“Besides,” he begins again, “I’m glad you found your soulmate before I found mine, it would’ve been harder for me to let go.”
You and me both, you reply internally. But you settle on saying, “You are making it harder right now.”
Chris chuckles, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine. Promise me you will take care.”
“Don’t say it like we’ll never see each other again,” you hit him softly.
“I have a feeling we’ll be very different people if we ever do.” He tightens the hug and you wrap your hands around him. “Go now.”
For the very first time since you’ve met Chris, he’s the first one to let go in a hug - and you don’t let go until you feel ready, the cloth of his shirt getting wet with your stray tears.
The walk to the motel has worn you down, but you know nothing can be harder than what you’ve just given up on with Chris.
Gale gives you a side eye when you ask where the two guys are situated. You pay no heed, just walking on towards Dean’s room and taking a deep breath before knocking.
“You’re here.” Dean says when he opens the door for you, and you muster up a smile.
“I’m here.” You repeat.
He moves to the side, letting you in his two singles room.
Everything is clean and the beds made, like they haven’t used it at all, and the man with him is nowhere to be seen.
“You’re alone?” You ask, just to make sure.
“Yeah, Sam went out for a run.”
“Is he your partner?” This question echoes the same conviction like one he had asked about Chris.
He shakes his head with a disgusted look while leading you to sit on one of the beds before sitting opposite to you. “He’s my younger brother, we hunt together.”
“I see. So-”
“So-” You two start simultaneously, and laugh.
“You first.” Dean insists.
“Okay,” You bite your bottom lip, not knowing how he was going to take this, especially with the glance at your lips, but you have to say it.
“Listen, Dean. As glad as I am that we found each other,” No, it’s all a lie. I wish we never met. “I cannot commit. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” I’m scared of getting hurt.
Seeming disheartened, he averts his eyes, “I understand. Where do you want to go from here?”
“I honestly don’t know.” You respond, “I mean, we can start from being friends? Get to know each other?”
You don’t know why but you feel like you owe him that much.
Or rather, you owe it to Chris to try at the very least.
But when you had met Dean a few hours ago, there was a shine of hope and excitement in his eyes on finally finding a soulmate which you knew you never had.
“I can work with that.” There is a flicker of a smile on his face. “So, not in the hunting game anymore?”
“Nope, had some personal reasons.” I met you. “I think I want to get in again.”
“You can join us on this one.” Dean suggests, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his flannel.
“Sam won’t mind?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “He won’t.”
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You get up, straightening out your clothes.
“Sharp at 9. Looking forward to it.” Dean gives you a toothy smile.
When you pull the door close behind you, you hear a soft murmur of ‘Looking forward to it… Couldn’t think of something better? Dumbass.’
You make the short walk from the motel to your shared apartment with Chris which is pretty much uneventful. But then, when you’re walking up the stairs, you end up meeting him just as he’s walking downstairs.
You’re both awkward as you stop.
“I - uh, saw your stuff was still in.”
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You look him up and down, wanting to remember him as he is for as long as you can.
There he stands, a good foot taller than you, in his usual jacket over a printed T-shirt style. A smile that was usually goofy was replaced with one tinged with sadness, one that didn’t reach his beautiful blue eyes as you are used to.
“You take care now, Y/N. And you can leave the keys next to our bed when you leave.”
“Of course,” you nod with trepidation.
Chris takes your hand in his, and it’s when you notice the night bag on his shoulder. “Y/N just… Please don’t forget me.”
“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to, Chris. What you gave me, what we had, was special.” You try to soothe him with a quick squeeze.
With a last peck as he crosses you, he exchanges way more emotions than words ever could and finally bids you farewell.
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I just started a BuyMeACoffee Page where you can read Chapter 4 right now! Its kind of an emotional one where you have a difficult conversation which will determine where you will go from here.
My Page also has the first chapter of a new Dean Winchester X Reader story with the following summary:
Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
READ IT HERE- SECRETS OF A HUNTER’S HEART
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1,588
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: shoutout to my first member on BuyMeACoffee - Em! Thank you so much for your support, you've given me the motivation for this story 😊 // This is where the angst starts guys! Hope you all like this one Xx
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
<- PART 3
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Then -
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Now -
“Sure we do. Is he your boyfriend?” Dean asks, glancing at the door that Chris just walked through.
“We have an arrangement.” You shrug, at which he exhales, as if out of relief.
You take a deep breath. “How about we chat somewhere else?”
Dean peers around like he just realized the murky alley you are in. “In the diner?”
You shake your head. “Nope, lots of nosy people in a small town like this. Are you staying here for long?”
It’s his turn to shake his head. “We are checking something fishy in the next town, we were just gonna eat and pass this one. Destiny I guess.”
Snorting you think, fuck destiny. You don’t want to make it feel any more real.
“There is a motel next door. Tell Gale my name and get a room for you, my shift ends in two hours.”
You watch Dean talk for a bit while they eat and then walk out of the diner together, his eyes watching you until he no longer can.
Chris keeps on peeking at you throughout your shift, and you can’t blame him. The way the day had started did not give you a clue on what fate had in store for you.
You find yourself sighing a lot, but still have a fake smile plastered on to keep your patrons happy and get tips. Apart from this, you keep tuning out as you rely on muscle memory for the rest of the shift.
Panicking internally, while you try to be ready for the two serious conversations that are in store for you, and the first comes as you’re cleaning a table at the end of the day.
“Y/N?” Chris’s voice takes you out of your reverie, and you mentally prepare not to cry.
You two are alone in the diner, and although the last few weeks consisted of this alone time filled with kisses, this one is full of uneasiness. You hum and decide to focus on a particularly stubborn spot on the table.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” You still don’t look at him.
“About your soulmate.”
The dryness of your mouth is a telltale of your anxiety, and you gulp before answering. “I talked to him for the first time today.”
“And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
The crack in his voice finally makes you swivel and meet his gaze, seeing him to be on the verge of breaking down and your heart officially breaks for the first time.
“Chris, come on. I am not going anywhere” You keep the rag down, wipe your hands and close the distance between you before cradling his face.
Although you know that sentence holds no weight, all you want to do is comfort the guy who has opened his home and heart for you.
He kisses the palms of your hands as his hands encircle your waist. The way he tugs at you to get you just that little bit closer tells you that he doesn’t want to let you go, but he's made up his mind to.
“It’s not that complicated,” You try to interrupt him, but he shushes you with a kiss before continuing. “And you don’t have anything to explain. You met your soulmate, and you deserve to be happy with him.”
His intense blue eyes stare deep within your soul, and you’re afraid he’ll see how downright scared out of your wits you are.
“I have the option not to be with him, I’m pretty happy with you.” You say, and there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to come out.
You try to pick words that will minimize the hurt, but you know there’s not much you can do. It’s his way of saying goodbye, his way for closure.
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” You ask in a lighter tone.
“I have. It’s not like I could just not pay attention to your little gasps at odd times.” He says. “You should tell Dean not to get into trouble so much, seeing as it hurts you too.”
You giggle, as if you could tell a hunter to stay safe.
“I don’t deserve your kindness, Chris.” You mutter, and the dimples that you like so much appear on his cheeks.
“I just knew this day would come sometime or the later, I just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”
This man has literally changed the way you see love, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your quest to stay hiding from your soulmate, you would have realized it sooner.
“Besides,” he begins again, “I’m glad you found your soulmate before I found mine, it would’ve been harder for me to let go.”
You and me both, you reply internally. But you settle on saying, “You are making it harder right now.”
Chris chuckles, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine. Promise me you will take care.”
“Don’t say it like we’ll never see each other again,” you hit him softly.
“I have a feeling we’ll be very different people if we ever do.” He tightens the hug and you wrap your hands around him. “Go now.”
For the very first time since you’ve met Chris, he’s the first one to let go in a hug - and you don’t let go until you feel ready, the cloth of his shirt getting wet with your stray tears.
The walk to the motel has worn you down, but you know nothing can be harder than what you’ve just given up on with Chris.
Gale gives you a side eye when you ask where the two guys are situated. You pay no heed, just walking on towards Dean’s room and taking a deep breath before knocking.
“You’re here.” Dean says when he opens the door for you, and you muster up a smile.
“I’m here.” You repeat.
He moves to the side, letting you in his two singles room.
Everything is clean and the beds made, like they haven’t used it at all, and the man with him is nowhere to be seen.
“You’re alone?” You ask, just to make sure.
“Yeah, Sam went out for a run.”
“Is he your partner?” This question echoes the same conviction like one he had asked about Chris.
He shakes his head with a disgusted look while leading you to sit on one of the beds before sitting opposite to you. “He’s my younger brother, we hunt together.”
“I see. So-”
“So-” You two start simultaneously, and laugh.
“You first.” Dean insists.
“Okay,” You bite your bottom lip, not knowing how he was going to take this, especially with the glance at your lips, but you have to say it.
“Listen, Dean. As glad as I am that we found each other,” No, it’s all a lie. I wish we never met. “I cannot commit. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” I’m scared of getting hurt.
Seeming disheartened, he averts his eyes, “I understand. Where do you want to go from here?”
“I honestly don’t know.” You respond, “I mean, we can start from being friends? Get to know each other?”
You don’t know why but you feel like you owe him that much.
Or rather, you owe it to Chris to try at the very least.
But when you had met Dean a few hours ago, there was a shine of hope and excitement in his eyes on finally finding a soulmate which you knew you never had.
“I can work with that.” There is a flicker of a smile on his face. “So, not in the hunting game anymore?”
“Nope, had some personal reasons.” I met you. “I think I want to get in again.”
“You can join us on this one.” Dean suggests, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his flannel.
“Sam won’t mind?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “He won’t.”
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You get up, straightening out your clothes.
“Sharp at 9. Looking forward to it.” Dean gives you a toothy smile.
When you pull the door close behind you, you hear a soft murmur of ‘Looking forward to it… Couldn’t think of something better? Dumbass.’
You make the short walk from the motel to your shared apartment with Chris which is pretty much uneventful. But then, when you’re walking up the stairs, you end up meeting him just as he’s walking downstairs.
You’re both awkward as you stop.
“I - uh, saw your stuff was still in.”
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You look him up and down, wanting to remember him as he is for as long as you can.
There he stands, a good foot taller than you, in his usual jacket over a printed T-shirt style. A smile that was usually goofy was replaced with one tinged with sadness, one that didn’t reach his beautiful blue eyes as you are used to.
“You take care now, Y/N. And you can leave the keys next to our bed when you leave.”
“Of course,” you nod with trepidation.
Chris takes your hand in his, and it’s when you notice the night bag on his shoulder. “Y/N just… Please don’t forget me.”
“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to, Chris. What you gave me, what we had, was special.” You try to soothe him with a quick squeeze.
With a last peck as he crosses you, he exchanges way more emotions than words ever could and finally bids you farewell.
Part 5 (Coming Soon on Tumblr/ Read it on BuyMeACoffee Now!)
I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx
I just started a BuyMeACoffee Page where you can read Chapter 4 right now! Its kind of an emotional one where you have a difficult conversation which will determine where you will go from here.
My Page also has the first chapter of a new Dean Winchester X Reader story with the following summary:
Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
READ IT HERE- SECRETS OF A HUNTER’S HEART
Find out what else I offer on my buymeacoffee page - HERE
It’s okay if you can’t support me monetory-wise right now, even reblogging my fics help a lot!
Tags in reblog, please reblog this fic if you wanna be tagged in the next part Xx
Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1418
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx
⇤ PART 2
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From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with.
But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of.
You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well.
"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind.
"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you.
It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.
Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.
You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.
Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried.
It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.
Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.
There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.
So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.
And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.
Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head.
But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.
He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet.
He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.
“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper.
“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”
“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.
Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”
Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.
“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.
As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”
Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.
But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”
He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.
You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.
Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.
You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.
Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.
You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.
“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.
You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.
When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.
“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.
The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.
“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?
“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.
“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.
Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.
While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.
Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.
“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”
His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you.
The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.
You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.
“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.
“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,
You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Part 4 (Coming Soon on Tumblr/ Read it on BuyMeACoffee Now!)
I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx
I just started a BuyMeACoffee Page where you can read Chapter 4 right now! Its kind of an emotional one where you have a difficult conversation which will determine where you will go from here.
My BMAC Page also has the first chapter of a new Dean Winchester X Reader story with the following summary:
Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
READ IT HERE- SECRETS OF A HUNTER'S HEART
Find out what else I offer on my buymeacoffee page - HERE
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1061
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: revamped fic of my own. It's been almost an year since I posted the first part, I'm extremely sorry for the long pause hehe // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx
⇤ PART 1
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A shiver runs down your spine as you stand behind the Roadhouse, and you can't tell if it's because of the cold biting air or the green eyes that are trying to cloud your mind.
There aren't many things that can scare you now, but now that you have found your soulmate, even thinking about him gives you shivers - and not the good kind.
"Thank you," You whisper to Jo as she sneaks a few bottles of the strongest rum through the backdoor. Your only objective now is to avoid Ellen and whoever that guy was.
You don't want to know his name... It will make this all too real.
"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.
Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.
Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug.
You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition.
You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on.
The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can.
It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off.
The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'.
You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.
You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction.
But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.
You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.
You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.
“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?"
Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.
“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.
“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”
Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.
“Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”
“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.
Your mind is in overdrive now.
The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.
As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”
He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”
And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.
If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.
Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.
Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.
Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.
“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.
“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”
“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.
“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.
“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”
“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”
Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look. “She was here yesterday.”
“Oh, you mean Y/N?”
And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1405
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: revamped fic of my own // dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like it Xx
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Soulmates are a very weird, complicated thing.
It is said that everyone has a soulmate of their own, but no one knows who they are until they have at least one interaction with them.
Wait, it gets even more bizarre.
How, you ask? Well, the only thing that connects you to your other half is pain.
Apparently, you share extreme emotional sensations, which can only be triggered after you two meet. To summarize it, if one of you gets hurt, the other can feel it just as intensely.
So, it might be a weird and complicated thing, but it's interesting, isn't it?
It isn't like you can share your experience about it though, simply because you haven't had it yet. With all the measures you take to keep every feeling of pain accounted for with every injury, it would probably be hard to miss your soulmate, something that you don't want to happen.
You're too excited to meet them, of course! And why wouldn't you be?
Why wouldn't anyone want to be with the one person that makes you feel whole, who fills a certain hole in your heart?
And it's not just a myth, you're sure of it. Your parents are soulmates too, and seeing them in love is what would make anyone believe in it. Your dad has told you so many stories about every single time that he has realized how deeply he has fallen for your mom.
She, however, has told you how it truly feels. How in-sync you become to that person that even the tiniest pinches, the playful punches from their friends or even stubbing your toe is sometimes perceived as your own… the last one is what you're least looking forward to.
It's easy to become utterly entranced by the notion, and you're not the one who's going to fight it, of course. You've created a faceless persona in your imagination, someone you've dreamed of and yearned for almost all of your life.
That there is going to be a person who knows you like the back of their hand, and you, them. That you would love each other and grow old together, and look at them to find a happy, content gaze already staring at you while you two are in rocking chairs.
"Y/N?"
You hum in answer when your mother calls you, breaking your reverie. You glance at her in question. "What?"
"Your dad was supposed to be back ten minutes ago from his grocery run, can you call him and ask where he is?" She says before she focuses back on the book in front of her.
"Sure, just a minute." You pick up your cell phone, quickly dialing his number. But it rings and rings and rings but he isn't picking up, something very unusual.
"He isn't answering," You deem a few minutes later, looking up from the screen to find your mom looking really worried. "Is something wrong?"
"I, uh - I don't know. He has been acting really off lately, saying that he hears barking sometimes or sees a black dog with red eyes when there's nothing -" she cuts herself off when her voice breaks on the last word.
You immediately get up from where you had been sitting on the sofa and offer her a glass of water. She gratefully takes it, but her hands are visibly shaking as she drinks.
"I'm sure he is fine, mom. We can talk him into visiting a doctor when he returns," you reassure, hugging her before giving her a kiss on her head and she readily hugs you back. "I love you."
As it turns out, nothing is fine, and it never will be.
Your mom starts writhing in agony a few seconds later and everything you try doesn't work, simply because she's not actually the one suffering, but only going through second hand pain.
She's screaming, clutching her stomach as you tearfully call 911, telling them your address as clearly as you can while you sob as you see the state your mom is in.
And it just gets severe till it stops, leaving her in a state that makes her look as if she's on the brink of death.
When you start thinking that it can't go any worse, you get a call from the police.
Your dad is found some hours later in the woods beside your regular grocery store, guts out and body torn to shreds, just enough of his face remained that could be recognized by the neighbors who found them.
"A wolf attack," the coroner declares after inspecting when you identify the body in the hospital later, and you can't do anything but nod. There's nothing to dispute, the attack was surely not done by a human, but there have never been wolves in your town.
But it's not something to think about now, you've got other important things on your mind, such as, how to tell your mom who you left in her bed. She had told you to go when she had heard the man on the other side of the phone utter your father's name.
You don't have the courage to say what happened to her soulmate, about why she just went through the excruciating pain, only to find that she had taken her own life.
And that is how, just one day has changed everything you thought and believed in, forever.
"The regular?" Jo asks.
You give her a small smile. "Thanks."
"Don't think you're off the hook," She says as she makes your drink. "Mom is furious that you missed a check-in this week."
As if prompted, Ellen walks right beside her with her jaw clenched, eyes narrowed and arms crossed.
"Do you wanna explain yourself, young lady?" Ellen inquires, tapping her feet.
One thing you have learned not to do in the two years since you've known her is to aggravate her more, so you sheepishly say, "I'm sorry. My phone died, you know?"
"Well, the battery was certainly not dead when you messaged Jo if I was in today, wasn't it?"
You glare at Jo in betrayal, who only counters with a shrug, "You know I can't lie to her."
Rolling your eyes, you try to change the subject. "Can I have my drink, at least?" But Ellen just stops her daughter when the latter tries to pass you the glass.
"You can when you tell me the truth." The older woman who took you in, says, "You went on a werewolf hunt again, didn't you?"
"I did," You confess, focusing your gaze on the beer stain on the counter. "I won't give up until I find the killer who put my family through hell, you know that."
Ellen nods. "If you tell us what happened, we can help you."
"I don't know… It just feels like something I should do on my own."
"But you don't have to do it alone." Jo replies, giving you the liquor.
You thank her, "I'm about to go on a case of a simple salt and burn, how about I tell you everything after I'm done with that?"
Ellen gives you a comforting smile, patting your hand before she goes to serve another customer.
"My friend from high school found her soulmate last Sunday." Jo whispers, leaning closer to you on the counter under the guise of cleaning it. "They met in an ice cream parlour, how cool is that? Do you think we'll meet our soulmates here?"
You freeze, your blood turning cold, "I hope not." You mutter, quickly downing your glass as you put your coat on. "Put it on my tab, please. I think I just found an important clue for my next hunt."
"Sure, dude." Jo waves.
You walk backwards for a few steps as you say goodbye, accidentally bumping into someone.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry. Should've paid attention to where I was going." You say, turning around to look directly into piercing green eyes.
And just for a millisecond, it feels as if you're in slow-motion.
The guy smiles, shaking his head at your apology. "It's fine, my bad too."
Not thinking much about it, you start walking out of The Roadhouse, feeling weird and fuzzy, and it's as if everything is suddenly different, every sensation more refined.
You make your way to where you parked your car when you feel your toe hurting like you just stubbed it into a corner or something, but when you look down, there's absolutely nothing.
Just like that, your life takes a turn once more.
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Summary: You can feel the exact intensity of pain your soulmate goes through after you meet them.
But you stop believing in the soulmates fairytale the night it destroys your family, and you become a ruthless hunter
You avoiding meeting your soulmate just so that you won't end up with the same fate as your parents, but that doesn't mean destiny won't play it's part and make you stumble into him right before he literally goes to hell.
Based on Supernatural seasons 2 and 3
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Warnings: full angst, description of deaths and mention of suicide, fluff at end
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1,588
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: shoutout to my first member on BuyMeACoffee - Em! Thank you so much for your support, you've given me the motivation for this story 😊 // This is where the angst starts guys! Hope you all like this one Xx
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
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Then -
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Now -
“Sure we do. Is he your boyfriend?” Dean asks, glancing at the door that Chris just walked through.
“We have an arrangement.” You shrug, at which he exhales, as if out of relief.
You take a deep breath. “How about we chat somewhere else?”
Dean peers around like he just realized the murky alley you are in. “In the diner?”
You shake your head. “Nope, lots of nosy people in a small town like this. Are you staying here for long?”
It’s his turn to shake his head. “We are checking something fishy in the next town, we were just gonna eat and pass this one. Destiny I guess.”
Snorting you think, fuck destiny. You don’t want to make it feel any more real.
“There is a motel next door. Tell Gale my name and get a room for you, my shift ends in two hours.”
You watch Dean talk for a bit while they eat and then walk out of the diner together, his eyes watching you until he no longer can.
Chris keeps on peeking at you throughout your shift, and you can’t blame him. The way the day had started did not give you a clue on what fate had in store for you.
You find yourself sighing a lot, but still have a fake smile plastered on to keep your patrons happy and get tips. Apart from this, you keep tuning out as you rely on muscle memory for the rest of the shift.
Panicking internally, while you try to be ready for the two serious conversations that are in store for you, and the first comes as you’re cleaning a table at the end of the day.
“Y/N?” Chris’s voice takes you out of your reverie, and you mentally prepare not to cry.
You two are alone in the diner, and although the last few weeks consisted of this alone time filled with kisses, this one is full of uneasiness. You hum and decide to focus on a particularly stubborn spot on the table.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” You still don’t look at him.
“About your soulmate.”
The dryness of your mouth is a telltale of your anxiety, and you gulp before answering. “I talked to him for the first time today.”
“And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
The crack in his voice finally makes you swivel and meet his gaze, seeing him to be on the verge of breaking down and your heart officially breaks for the first time.
“Chris, come on. I am not going anywhere” You keep the rag down, wipe your hands and close the distance between you before cradling his face.
Although you know that sentence holds no weight, all you want to do is comfort the guy who has opened his home and heart for you.
He kisses the palms of your hands as his hands encircle your waist. The way he tugs at you to get you just that little bit closer tells you that he doesn’t want to let you go, but he's made up his mind to.
“It’s not that complicated,” You try to interrupt him, but he shushes you with a kiss before continuing. “And you don’t have anything to explain. You met your soulmate, and you deserve to be happy with him.”
His intense blue eyes stare deep within your soul, and you’re afraid he’ll see how downright scared out of your wits you are.
“I have the option not to be with him, I’m pretty happy with you.” You say, and there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to come out.
You try to pick words that will minimize the hurt, but you know there’s not much you can do. It’s his way of saying goodbye, his way for closure.
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” You ask in a lighter tone.
“I have. It’s not like I could just not pay attention to your little gasps at odd times.” He says. “You should tell Dean not to get into trouble so much, seeing as it hurts you too.”
You giggle, as if you could tell a hunter to stay safe.
“I don’t deserve your kindness, Chris.” You mutter, and the dimples that you like so much appear on his cheeks.
“I just knew this day would come sometime or the later, I just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”
This man has literally changed the way you see love, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your quest to stay hiding from your soulmate, you would have realized it sooner.
“Besides,” he begins again, “I’m glad you found your soulmate before I found mine, it would’ve been harder for me to let go.”
You and me both, you reply internally. But you settle on saying, “You are making it harder right now.”
Chris chuckles, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine. Promise me you will take care.”
“Don’t say it like we’ll never see each other again,” you hit him softly.
“I have a feeling we’ll be very different people if we ever do.” He tightens the hug and you wrap your hands around him. “Go now.”
For the very first time since you’ve met Chris, he’s the first one to let go in a hug - and you don’t let go until you feel ready, the cloth of his shirt getting wet with your stray tears.
The walk to the motel has worn you down, but you know nothing can be harder than what you’ve just given up on with Chris.
Gale gives you a side eye when you ask where the two guys are situated. You pay no heed, just walking on towards Dean’s room and taking a deep breath before knocking.
“You’re here.” Dean says when he opens the door for you, and you muster up a smile.
“I’m here.” You repeat.
He moves to the side, letting you in his two singles room.
Everything is clean and the beds made, like they haven’t used it at all, and the man with him is nowhere to be seen.
“You’re alone?” You ask, just to make sure.
“Yeah, Sam went out for a run.”
“Is he your partner?” This question echoes the same conviction like one he had asked about Chris.
He shakes his head with a disgusted look while leading you to sit on one of the beds before sitting opposite to you. “He’s my younger brother, we hunt together.”
“I see. So-”
“So-” You two start simultaneously, and laugh.
“You first.” Dean insists.
“Okay,” You bite your bottom lip, not knowing how he was going to take this, especially with the glance at your lips, but you have to say it.
“Listen, Dean. As glad as I am that we found each other,” No, it’s all a lie. I wish we never met. “I cannot commit. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” I’m scared of getting hurt.
Seeming disheartened, he averts his eyes, “I understand. Where do you want to go from here?”
“I honestly don’t know.” You respond, “I mean, we can start from being friends? Get to know each other?”
You don’t know why but you feel like you owe him that much.
Or rather, you owe it to Chris to try at the very least.
But when you had met Dean a few hours ago, there was a shine of hope and excitement in his eyes on finally finding a soulmate which you knew you never had.
“I can work with that.” There is a flicker of a smile on his face. “So, not in the hunting game anymore?”
“Nope, had some personal reasons.” I met you. “I think I want to get in again.”
“You can join us on this one.” Dean suggests, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his flannel.
“Sam won’t mind?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “He won’t.”
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You get up, straightening out your clothes.
“Sharp at 9. Looking forward to it.” Dean gives you a toothy smile.
When you pull the door close behind you, you hear a soft murmur of ‘Looking forward to it… Couldn’t think of something better? Dumbass.’
You make the short walk from the motel to your shared apartment with Chris which is pretty much uneventful. But then, when you’re walking up the stairs, you end up meeting him just as he’s walking downstairs.
You’re both awkward as you stop.
“I - uh, saw your stuff was still in.”
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You look him up and down, wanting to remember him as he is for as long as you can.
There he stands, a good foot taller than you, in his usual jacket over a printed T-shirt style. A smile that was usually goofy was replaced with one tinged with sadness, one that didn’t reach his beautiful blue eyes as you are used to.
“You take care now, Y/N. And you can leave the keys next to our bed when you leave.”
“Of course,” you nod with trepidation.
Chris takes your hand in his, and it’s when you notice the night bag on his shoulder. “Y/N just… Please don’t forget me.”
“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to, Chris. What you gave me, what we had, was special.” You try to soothe him with a quick squeeze.
With a last peck as he crosses you, he exchanges way more emotions than words ever could and finally bids you farewell.
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1,588
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: shoutout to my first member on BuyMeACoffee - Em! Thank you so much for your support, you've given me the motivation for this story 😊 // This is where the angst starts guys! Hope you all like this one Xx
Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader
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Then -
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Now -
“Sure we do. Is he your boyfriend?” Dean asks, glancing at the door that Chris just walked through.
“We have an arrangement.” You shrug, at which he exhales, as if out of relief.
You take a deep breath. “How about we chat somewhere else?”
Dean peers around like he just realized the murky alley you are in. “In the diner?”
You shake your head. “Nope, lots of nosy people in a small town like this. Are you staying here for long?”
It’s his turn to shake his head. “We are checking something fishy in the next town, we were just gonna eat and pass this one. Destiny I guess.”
Snorting you think, fuck destiny. You don’t want to make it feel any more real.
“There is a motel next door. Tell Gale my name and get a room for you, my shift ends in two hours.”
You watch Dean talk for a bit while they eat and then walk out of the diner together, his eyes watching you until he no longer can.
Chris keeps on peeking at you throughout your shift, and you can’t blame him. The way the day had started did not give you a clue on what fate had in store for you.
You find yourself sighing a lot, but still have a fake smile plastered on to keep your patrons happy and get tips. Apart from this, you keep tuning out as you rely on muscle memory for the rest of the shift.
Panicking internally, while you try to be ready for the two serious conversations that are in store for you, and the first comes as you’re cleaning a table at the end of the day.
“Y/N?” Chris’s voice takes you out of your reverie, and you mentally prepare not to cry.
You two are alone in the diner, and although the last few weeks consisted of this alone time filled with kisses, this one is full of uneasiness. You hum and decide to focus on a particularly stubborn spot on the table.
“When were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” You still don’t look at him.
“About your soulmate.”
The dryness of your mouth is a telltale of your anxiety, and you gulp before answering. “I talked to him for the first time today.”
“And I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
The crack in his voice finally makes you swivel and meet his gaze, seeing him to be on the verge of breaking down and your heart officially breaks for the first time.
“Chris, come on. I am not going anywhere” You keep the rag down, wipe your hands and close the distance between you before cradling his face.
Although you know that sentence holds no weight, all you want to do is comfort the guy who has opened his home and heart for you.
He kisses the palms of your hands as his hands encircle your waist. The way he tugs at you to get you just that little bit closer tells you that he doesn’t want to let you go, but he's made up his mind to.
“It’s not that complicated,” You try to interrupt him, but he shushes you with a kiss before continuing. “And you don’t have anything to explain. You met your soulmate, and you deserve to be happy with him.”
His intense blue eyes stare deep within your soul, and you’re afraid he’ll see how downright scared out of your wits you are.
“I have the option not to be with him, I’m pretty happy with you.” You say, and there are tears glistening in his eyes, threatening to come out.
You try to pick words that will minimize the hurt, but you know there’s not much you can do. It’s his way of saying goodbye, his way for closure.
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” You ask in a lighter tone.
“I have. It’s not like I could just not pay attention to your little gasps at odd times.” He says. “You should tell Dean not to get into trouble so much, seeing as it hurts you too.”
You giggle, as if you could tell a hunter to stay safe.
“I don’t deserve your kindness, Chris.” You mutter, and the dimples that you like so much appear on his cheeks.
“I just knew this day would come sometime or the later, I just hoped it wouldn’t be so soon.”
This man has literally changed the way you see love, and if you hadn’t been so blinded by your quest to stay hiding from your soulmate, you would have realized it sooner.
“Besides,” he begins again, “I’m glad you found your soulmate before I found mine, it would’ve been harder for me to let go.”
You and me both, you reply internally. But you settle on saying, “You are making it harder right now.”
Chris chuckles, “it’s alright. I’ll be fine. Promise me you will take care.”
“Don’t say it like we’ll never see each other again,” you hit him softly.
“I have a feeling we’ll be very different people if we ever do.” He tightens the hug and you wrap your hands around him. “Go now.”
For the very first time since you’ve met Chris, he’s the first one to let go in a hug - and you don’t let go until you feel ready, the cloth of his shirt getting wet with your stray tears.
The walk to the motel has worn you down, but you know nothing can be harder than what you’ve just given up on with Chris.
Gale gives you a side eye when you ask where the two guys are situated. You pay no heed, just walking on towards Dean’s room and taking a deep breath before knocking.
“You’re here.” Dean says when he opens the door for you, and you muster up a smile.
“I’m here.” You repeat.
He moves to the side, letting you in his two singles room.
Everything is clean and the beds made, like they haven’t used it at all, and the man with him is nowhere to be seen.
“You’re alone?” You ask, just to make sure.
“Yeah, Sam went out for a run.”
“Is he your partner?” This question echoes the same conviction like one he had asked about Chris.
He shakes his head with a disgusted look while leading you to sit on one of the beds before sitting opposite to you. “He’s my younger brother, we hunt together.”
“I see. So-”
“So-” You two start simultaneously, and laugh.
“You first.” Dean insists.
“Okay,” You bite your bottom lip, not knowing how he was going to take this, especially with the glance at your lips, but you have to say it.
“Listen, Dean. As glad as I am that we found each other,” No, it’s all a lie. I wish we never met. “I cannot commit. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” I’m scared of getting hurt.
Seeming disheartened, he averts his eyes, “I understand. Where do you want to go from here?”
“I honestly don’t know.” You respond, “I mean, we can start from being friends? Get to know each other?”
You don’t know why but you feel like you owe him that much.
Or rather, you owe it to Chris to try at the very least.
But when you had met Dean a few hours ago, there was a shine of hope and excitement in his eyes on finally finding a soulmate which you knew you never had.
“I can work with that.” There is a flicker of a smile on his face. “So, not in the hunting game anymore?”
“Nope, had some personal reasons.” I met you. “I think I want to get in again.”
“You can join us on this one.” Dean suggests, his hands fumbling with the buttons on his flannel.
“Sam won’t mind?”
He snorts, shaking his head. “He won’t.”
“So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You get up, straightening out your clothes.
“Sharp at 9. Looking forward to it.” Dean gives you a toothy smile.
When you pull the door close behind you, you hear a soft murmur of ‘Looking forward to it… Couldn’t think of something better? Dumbass.’
You make the short walk from the motel to your shared apartment with Chris which is pretty much uneventful. But then, when you’re walking up the stairs, you end up meeting him just as he’s walking downstairs.
You’re both awkward as you stop.
“I - uh, saw your stuff was still in.”
“Yeah, I’m leaving tomorrow morning.” You look him up and down, wanting to remember him as he is for as long as you can.
There he stands, a good foot taller than you, in his usual jacket over a printed T-shirt style. A smile that was usually goofy was replaced with one tinged with sadness, one that didn’t reach his beautiful blue eyes as you are used to.
“You take care now, Y/N. And you can leave the keys next to our bed when you leave.”
“Of course,” you nod with trepidation.
Chris takes your hand in his, and it’s when you notice the night bag on his shoulder. “Y/N just… Please don’t forget me.”
“I don’t think I can even if I wanted to, Chris. What you gave me, what we had, was special.” You try to soothe him with a quick squeeze.
With a last peck as he crosses you, he exchanges way more emotions than words ever could and finally bids you farewell.
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Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
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Summary: You can feel the exact intensity of pain your soulmate goes through after you meet them.
But you stop believing in the soulmates fairytale the night it destroys your family, and you become a ruthless hunter
You avoiding meeting your soulmate just so that you won't end up with the same fate as your parents, but that doesn't mean destiny won't play it's part and make you stumble into him right before he literally goes to hell.
Based on Supernatural seasons 2 and 3
A/N: repost of my own // hope you like it Xx
Warnings: full angst, description of deaths and mention of suicide, fluff at end
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1418
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx
⇤ PART 2
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From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with.
But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of.
You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well.
"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind.
"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you.
It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.
Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.
You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.
Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried.
It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.
Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.
There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.
So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.
And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.
Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head.
But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.
He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet.
He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.
“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper.
“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”
“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.
Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”
Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.
“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.
As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”
Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.
But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”
He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.
You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.
Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.
You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.
Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.
You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.
“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.
You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.
When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.
“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.
The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.
“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?
“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.
“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.
Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.
While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.
Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.
“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”
His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you.
The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.
You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.
“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.
“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,
You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Part 4 (Coming Soon on Tumblr/ Read it on BuyMeACoffee Now!)
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I just started a BuyMeACoffee Page where you can read Chapter 4 right now! Its kind of an emotional one where you have a difficult conversation which will determine where you will go from here.
My BMAC Page also has the first chapter of a new Dean Winchester X Reader story with the following summary:
Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
READ IT HERE- SECRETS OF A HUNTER'S HEART
Find out what else I offer on my buymeacoffee page - HERE
It's okay if you can't support me monetory-wise right now, even reblogging my fics help a lot!
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Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1418
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx
⇤ PART 2
Supernatural Masterlist • Main Masterlist
Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist
From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with.
But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of.
You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well.
"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind.
"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you.
It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.
Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.
You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.
Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried.
It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.
Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.
There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.
So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.
And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.
Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head.
But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.
He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet.
He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.
“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper.
“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”
“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.
Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”
Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.
“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.
As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”
Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.
But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”
He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.
You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.
Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.
You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.
Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.
You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.
“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.
You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.
When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.
“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.
The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.
“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?
“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.
“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.
Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.
While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.
Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.
“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”
His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you.
The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.
You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.
“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.
“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,
You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Part 4 (Coming Soon on Tumblr/ Read it on BuyMeACoffee Now!)
I’d love to hear what you think of it! Please like, reblog and comment to let me know Xx
I just started a BuyMeACoffee Page where you can read Chapter 4 right now! Its kind of an emotional one where you have a difficult conversation which will determine where you will go from here.
My BMAC Page also has the first chapter of a new Dean Winchester X Reader story with the following summary:
Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
READ IT HERE- SECRETS OF A HUNTER'S HEART
Find out what else I offer on my buymeacoffee page - HERE
It's okay if you can't support me monetory-wise right now, even reblogging my fics help a lot!
Tags in reblog, either comment or reblog this fic if you wanna be tagged in the next part Xx
Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?
Words: 1418
Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but it's finally here! You and Dean finally meet, and the world you've just settled into threatens to give in // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx
⇤ PART 2
Supernatural Masterlist • Main Masterlist
Souls Intertwined By Fate Masterlist
From the moment you had left Ellen's bar, you had felt a unique kind of dread, the emptiness in your heart widening with each step you took away from the person you had destined to be with.
But it is the best for both of you, that you are sure of.
You don't hesitate to admit that you are selfish to try to save yourself from prospective heartbreak or have the possibility of going through what your mother had gone through, especially when you now knew that he was a hunter as well.
"Morning, Y/N." Chris mutters with a quick kiss to your neck as he hugs you from behind.
"Good morning." You smile as you turn and close the gap between your lips. You were making coffee after getting up from the bed you share with Chris, and this has become a new normal for you.
It has been a couple of weeks since you landed in the small town of New Harmony, Indiana.
Excluding a few aches, cuts and bruises that aren't visible or have a cause, you have had no interactions with the supernatural - willingly keeping off from reading news or watching it on the TV.
You know your intuitions won’t help pick off the signs of those activities in the world, you're just going to ignore it.
Well, you did investigate Old Neil's Cabin, and having found that he hasn't hurt anyone yet, you let him be - but not before making a note on where he is buried.
It's a simple start to the day as it has been for a while now, and for some reason, there remains a feeling that something is wrong - or better yet, something is missing.
Still, as you help around Chris’ family diner and motel, there remains the familiar signs of adrenalin rush that you know come from hunting, even when you’re doing something as mundane as getting a plate of fries to the customers.
There is random quickening of your heartbeat, and the dreams of his green eyes, when you’ve only seen them once.
So in this quaint little town, the sun dips below the horizon once more, casting a warm glow across the streets. Your break from the hunting life gave you a little bit of solace in this peaceful corner of the world. The semblance of normalcy feels like a weird sense of relief.
And today, it just seems like it will be happier than many before.
Meanwhile, Dean Winchester, the ever-determined hunter, was on the road once again with Sam beside him. This time, he is a little serious - with the short time frame of his inevitable death hanging over his head.
But he is happy today, it's his birthday today, and Sam got him a box of little things, from his favorite aftershave to a smart-looking watch.
He feels a little guilty while thanking him because he doesn't trust him enough to keep a secret from Ruby, he hasn’t told his brother about his soulmate yet.
He doesn’t want to know what limits the demons will test with someone they can hurt him with, even without getting a hold of him.
“I’m hungry.” Sam complains while reading a newspaper.
“I’ll pull up to the next diner I see.” Dean says. “Besides, it's been too long since I got a belly full of something cheesy.”
“You had a lunch full of cholesterol yesterday, Dean.” Sam reprimands him with a shake of his head.
Dean’s stomach rumbles just in time as a reply to Sam’s comment. “Let’s find some food in this town.”
Some time later, they come across a diner, and Dean wastes no time hauling up next to it. The bell above the door tinkles as they enter.
“Finally.” Dean mutters, glancing around the diner. It isn't overly crowded, probably just a few locals scattered across the booths. He spots an empty seat by the window and starts walking towards it, Sam following closely.
As Dean studies the menu, Sam leans across the table. “You know, man, you’ve been acting a bit weird lately. Anything you wanna talk about?”
Dean sighs, trying to avoid this conversation. “Not today.” And with efforts to do so, he averts his eyes, flitting them across the diner.
But then, his eyes lock onto a waitress, her seeming oddly recognizable. He swallows hard, torn between his instinct to approach and the fear of her reaction.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice pulls him from his trance. “You okay?”
He shakes his head, plastering on a faint smile to mask his nervousness. “Yeah, just lost in thought.”
“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.” Sam comments.
You smile at Ellie as you get her order, a usual patron of the diner. You feel unusually happy today, and while you don’t know the reason why, you don't want to jinx it and so you just go on about your day.
Then your heart starts beating rapidly again, but the palpitations aren’t what you are used to.
You turn with furrowed eyebrows and closed eyes. When you open them, they find green ones - to be more precise, those from your dreams.
Time stands still, and recognition flashes between you two - a connection stronger than memory, a bond forged through shared emotions. Your breath hitches, your soulmate is sitting right in front of you.
You don’t know what to do, and while your heart wants to stay, your brain decides to run away. And so, you hurry through the side door of the diner.
“I’ll be right back,” Dean announces and rushes right after you, leaving Sam with no second thought.
You’re there, standing against the wall under the streetlamp in the back alley, your hand against your chest. The night falls, and you look like an angel glowing in the yellow light.
When your eyes join, your hearts start thumping in a turbo-mode and neither of you know if it's because of the bond or due to the other's presence.
“Hi.” Dean whispers, not knowing what else to say.
“Hello,” You whisper back, not wanting to break the bubble that has formed around the two of you.
The traffic from the main road has quietened down, as has the chatter from the busy diner, and all you’re aware of is this beautiful specimen of a man, and your conniving heart which has finally won against your brain.
“How are you?” Dean wants to hit himself just as the words leave his mouth. But then again, what are you supposed to say to your soulmate when you come face to face for the first time?
“I’m good. What about you?” You ask, a smile appearing on his face that you cannot help but match him. And my god, the crinkles that frame his eyes.
“I guess I’m good too - now that I met you.” Both of you laugh, and when your heart finally allows your brain to speak, you start drowning in anxiety, leaving you speechless again.
Everything that you’ve been running from, everything you left behind and everything that you’re up against is on his feet, just a few feet in front of you. Your soulmate.
While it feels like it has been decades, it has been only minutes.
Before you can conjure up a sentence, the side doors open with a thud - and Chris appears, looking tense.
“Everything all right here, Y/N?” Chris asks, staring at Dean as if to determine if there are any signs of aggression, and then settling on you to ensure that you’re fine. “Ellie told me to check up on you.”
His posture straight and hands in a fist, almost like he’s getting ready to fight, fight for you.
The men stand tall with chests puffed, nearly similar in height as they both try to intimidate each other.
You nod, hoping to calm him. “It’s okay, Chris, this is -” you stop there, not knowing his name.
“Dean,” the man completes. You sheepishly smile at him before turning to Chris.
“Chris, this is Dean, my… My soulmate.” Saying it leaves an unnatural taste in your mouth,
You see his features turn from hostility into those of apprehension as he replies, his eyes narrowed. “I see…”
“Please give me a few minutes, Chris, I’ll come find you.” He gives you one final look, asking indirectly if you’re sure, and you nod with reassurance before he leaves.
“So Y/N, is it?” Dean asks, and you bite your lip.
“Yup. I guess we have a lot to talk about.”
Part 4 (Coming Soon on Tumblr/ Read it on BuyMeACoffee Now!)
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Best friends Dean and Y/N navigate a world of supernatural challenges and unspoken feelings. Sam, the ever observant brother, and Cas, the ever puzzled angel of the lord, discreetly encourage their romance through late-night talks, teasing, and shared hunts. As tension builds and emotions simmer beneath the surface, their journey unfolds through this story.
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My Birthday is coming (in the middle of Namkook week too!!) on the 7th!!!
So I decided to create a small writing challenge!
My interest; BTS, Supernatural, Marvel, Doctor Who, the magicians
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Deadline October 13th because 2 weeks to write a fic is not long…
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