Dean Lovin' Country Girl

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[cowbelle8]

If You Could Do It All Over Again, Would You? MASTERLIST

Chapters will be posted every Saturday.

Summary: Dean wishes Echo didn’t fall into this life. No one deserves to have this job. It’s full of physical and mental pain. He loves her dearly, but part of him aches for her. After a near miss at a hunt, Dean is angry at Echo. She believes her actions were justified, and she isn’t backing down. After a few quite hours on the road, Echo tries to find a way to make things up to Dean, a truce, but things go horribly wrong before she can apologize to him. Things seem like they will never be the same again.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Echo, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Candid violence, severe injury, angst

*Not my images*

A/N: If you would like to be tagged let me know! I haven been off here for 2 years and feel like writing again.

God bless and happy huntin’ :)

Chapter 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural (8/8)

Chapter 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous (8/15)

Chapter 3: Echo’s Journey (9/1)

Chapter 4: A New Beginning (9/12)

Chapter 5: Today’s Special: A Pig And A Poke (9/26)

Chapter 6: Smoking Gun Surprise (10/10)

Chapter 7: Truth’s In The Trunk (11/7)

Chapter 8: Hunter’s Heartache (11/21)

Chapter 9: History Repeats Itself (12/5)

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Chapter 3 is posted and Chapter 4′s draft is currently being written. I am sorry I have been so late posting. Life has gotten busy. So, I have updated the schedule and I am going to shoot for every two weeks but if I can post sooner I will. 

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Ch. 3 Echo’s Journey

Characters:  Echo Bradshaw

Warnings: No boys, poo, but they’ll be back

Ch. 3: Echo’s Journey

Sorry I am way late posting! Trying to catch up. If you would like to be tagged let me know. Comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Happy hunting and God bless :)

It had been two weeks since Echo had been admitted to the hospital. She was itching to get back on her feet and out of this jello serving hell hole. It was music to her ears when her doctor told her she would be going discharged today. She made no delay and practically sprinted to the entrance once they told her she was free to leave. Once outside though, she didn’t know what to do or where to go. She just sat there, on the bench next to the hospital’s entrance. All she had was a clean pair of clothes she was now wearing, a bag she didn’t recognize, and a whole lot of unanswered questions.

Sitting on a bench at the front of the hospital she began to collect herself and her thoughts. She finally opened the bag she had been clutching in her hands for the past 15 minutes. There was a cell phone that looked relatively new, except it had two contacts in it, Aunt Florence and Emergency. There was also a small brown paper sack. She opened it and closed the bag with a gasp. Wide eyed she opened the bag again to confirm what she saw was actually what she saw. It was a brown bag full of several twenty and hundred dollar bills.

What the hell?! What was I doing these past three years? Was I a bank robber? In a…. gang? And what am I doing in Kansas?

Echo figured it was best to not question things and be thankful for what she had. She called a cab and asked to be dropped off at the nearest rental car place. Once in a car, she headed North East to the North Eastern corner of Wyoming. It took a couple of days and she stopped at a hotel to rest at night. Bad memories flooded her when she pulled up to her aunt’s house. It may have been three years, but to her, her parents had only been dead a few months. The pain still felt new along with the occasional headache she felt under her bandage.

“My heavens, is that really you? My dear, it is you!” a smiling large woman came bounding down the porch steps towards her with tears in her eyes.

“Aunt Flor-. Oof,” the older lady about knocked Echo over in a hug.

After the hug that lasted an eternity, Aunt Florence took her dear Echo by the arm and guided her into the house, “Child, you must come inside and let us catch up, it’s been entirely too long.”

Once seated at a round table covered with a red and white checkered tablecloth Aunt Florence set herself busy in the kitchen. She poured her and Echo a glass of lemonade and put a batch of chocolate chip cookies in the oven. The deliciously intoxicating smell knocked Echo back about 15 years, back to her childhood. Echo let herself float on the happy memories for a while, but the unknown poked its ugly head back up and sank her back into reality.

“Aunt Florence,” she paused, “how long has it been since I’ve been back home? Back here?”

Confusion crossed the elder lady's face and she came and sat down next to her niece, “My dear Echo, it’s been over three years sence you left.”

A little bit of panic gripped at Echo, “Aunt Florence, I don’t remember anything.” She placed her hand up on the small bandage on her forehead, “I just made my way out of the hospital.”

“Oh my dear, what happened?”

“I don’t really know.”

Echo didn’t tell her about what little she did know. Something told her not to tell her last close relative that she had been shot.

“I got conked on the head pretty hard,” Echo lied with ease. What was that? I don’t lie.

The microwaves timer went off indicating the cookies were done and gave Echo the chance to not have to think up another lie about what had happened. In reality, she wasn’t really sure what had happened other than she was blessed to be alive after being shot in the head. Who was that guy?

A pile of cookies that came to view on the checkered tablecloth pulled Echo from her thoughts and a small smile crossed her face.

“My favorite.” She said with some glee. After a few cookies, the several days of travels caught up to Echo and fatigue overcame her body.

Aunt Florence taking note, jumped up from the table. “My dear, you stay here as long as you like. I am going to go fix up the guest bed for you,” she said on her exit out of the kitchen.

When Aunt Florence returned, she found Echo laying her head on the table using one arm as a pillow and the other bent in front of her holding a partially eaten cookie. With a now warmed heart, and joyous soul, Aunt Florence returned with a blanket and covered her dear niece to allow her to sleep.

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The next two months, Echo fell into a mundane routine. She had taken a temporary job as a waitress at a local diner on the edge of town just to keep a cash flow until she could figure out what to do with the rest of her life. But the last three years often gnawed at the back of her head along with her parents death. By month three it had started to consume her.

Echo got dressed to head out to the local library, pulling her sweater over her head she paused as she was pulling it over her stomach. She stood there lost in thought staring at the three ragged scars running along the left side of her abdomen in a diagonal fashion. It was the only thing that was hard evidence that it had been longer than a few months since her parents were killed. Running her fingers across the long sense healed scars, horrible memories ran across her mind.

Echo, wait for us!” her father called with laughter.

Her and her parents were enjoying an afternoon hike through the trees and she saw something ahead she just had to check out. Her father’s laughter soon turned into screams. Running back to them down the trail, Echo would soon see her worst nightmare. There was blood everywhere, and there stood a wolf over them. She could have sworn the wolf smiled at her, then it ran after her and pounced.

Shaking her mind of the bad memory she finished dressing and grabbed her bag.

“Aunt Florence I’m heading to the library!” she yelled from the doorway.

It wasn’t long before Echo had several books about wolves piled before her. She read every detail she could get her hands on in hopes of finding something. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for but the urge to find it was nevertheless driving her to hours of research. Not satisfied with what she had found in the books she found her way to the public computers and began researching wolf attacks in Wyoming.

It had been a few hours of searching through nearly every page Google could provide her that she had nearly reached the end of the search pages. You know the ones on page 8 where nobody ever looks on Google. Wolf attack headlines started becoming werewolf attack headlines. Echo assumed it was a fatigue driven craze, but she decided to click on it. Reading through the article, something twitched in the back of her mind.

“I need some sleep” she told herself trying to shake the feeling, weariness, and now headache, “I’m getting desperate to look at this kind of stuff.”

She started to make her way out of the library when something stopped her in her tracks. It was a brochure for the local college. It read “Myth or Fact: Could there be more out there? Come join Dr. Reynolds on Thursday nights for a look deeper into mythology and the supernatural.”  

She figured it was time to see her father’s old friend and colleague, Dr. Reynolds.

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Chapter 4′s draft is in the making.

Ch. 4 ____________ | If You Could Master List | 

[cowbelle8]

If You Could Do It All Over Again, Would You? MASTERLIST

Chapters will be posted every Saturday.

Summary: Dean wishes Echo didn't fall into this life. No one deserves to have this job. It's full of physical and mental pain. He loves her dearly, but part of him aches for her. After a near miss at a hunt, Dean is angry at Echo. She believes her actions were justified, and she isn't backing down. After a few quite hours on the road, Echo tries to find a way to make things up to Dean, a truce, but things go horribly wrong before she can apologize to him. Things seem like they will never be the same again.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Echo, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Candid violence, severe injury, angst

*Not my images*

A/N: If you would like to be tagged let me know! I haven been off here for 2 years and feel like writing again.

God bless and happy huntin’ :)

Chapter 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural (8/8)

Chapter 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous (8/15)

Chapter 3: Echo’s Journey (9/1)

Chapter 4: A New Beginning (9/12)

Chapter 5: Today’s Special: A Pig And A Poke (9/26)

Chapter 6: Smoking Gun Surprise (10/10)

Chapter 7: Truth’s In The Trunk (11/7)

Chapter 8: Hunter’s Heartache (11/21)

Chapter 9: History Repeats Itself (12/5)

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Ch. 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous

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Characters: Dean Winchester x Echo, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Angst, Angry Dean

Ch. 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous

If you would like to be tagged let me know. Comments and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! Happy hunting and God bless :)

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Dean pulled her close, completely lost in grief. Another love come and gone.

“Wait…. Dean… She’s breathing,” Sam said, reaching for a pulse at her neck. “She still has a pulse!”

Dean went straight into instinct mode. He scooped her up and ran to the car, sliding into the back with Echo. Sam sped out of the gas station heading for the nearest hospital. What seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at the Emergency Department and Dean ran Echo inside.

“I need some help over here,” Dean boomed.

A few nurses, a doctor, and a gurney arrived quickly and wheeled Echo off behind a set of double doors. Dean was well aware that could be the last time he saw Echo alive.

Sitting in silence, Sam couldn’t help but worry for Echo and his brother both. Dean had already lost more than one loved one. He wasn’t sure his brother could lose another. It took him a long time to get over Lisa, but at least she was still alive. Poor Joe. He had lost Joe completely. Sam couldn’t help but think they couldn’t lose another hunter. Not only does Dean have a chance at getting his heart shattered again, but Sam also did this time. He couldn’t lose someone he had grown so close to either. Echo meant so much to the both of them. After an hour’s time had passed the boys were going stir crazy with the unknown of whether she was dead or alive.

“I can’t take it anymore!” Dean exploded out of his waiting room chair and stormed off to the nearest person at the admissions desk. “I need an update on Echo Bradshaw,” he growled in an even tone.

With a lazy look up from her computer screen, the desk clerk started her broken record response, “Sir, I cannot release any informat-”

“THE HELL YOU CAN’T!”

Sam rushed to his brother’s side and stepped between him and the desk to give the clerk some extra protection the desk couldn’t provide, “Ma’am we have been sitting here a very long time and have had no update. You see Ms. Bradshaw is actually my brother’s fiancée, my future sister-in-law, and they are to be married in less than three days so as you may can tell my brother needs to know how his fiancée is doing,” he added his best puppy dog look in hopes of tugging on the clerks heart strings.

The clerk gave both Sam and Dean a once over, sighed and began scrolling through her computer screen. “It looks like Ms. Bradshaw is still in surgery, once they have any solid updates they will come through those double doors and let you know,” she said pointing a lazy finger in the direction of the doors.

Dean was now vibrating with rage of not knowing anything, and Sam sensing it, grabbed his brother and started pulling him away from the desk, “Thank you miss,” he offered with a nervous chuckle.

“I can’t take this, Sammy,” Dean pleaded.

Once again seated in his torture chair of eternal waiting, Dean became lost in his thoughts. It was a scary world out there. Most didn’t know how scary. Able to live in the comfort of their ignorance to the supernatural. Or, so Dean used to think. He had to admit, now being a victim of it, not all monsters were of the supernatural variety. Not only did he have to protect those he cared for in one world, but in both worlds. Fear began to grasp at his heart. He tried to shake the feeling the best he could, but his bouncing knee wasn’t flinging it from his body fast enough.

Three more hours passed and more than a nurse with the smallest of an update finally came out from behind those double doors. The boys stood in anticipated unison.

“My name is Dr. Richards; I have been in the operating room with Ms. Bradshaw.” There was a long pause, “You boys can let go of that breath you have been holding. Ms. Bradshaw is going to make it. It is a miracle to say the least. I have never seen anything like it. We were able to safely remove the bullet, but until she wakes up, we won’t know much more. Give us a few minutes to get her settled in the ICU and someone will come down to escort you to her room.”

Sam caught Dean as his knees buckled from having to remain strong for too long and helped him to the nearest chair, “Thank you, Doctor,” Sam managed for his brother.

Twenty minutes later, a nurse came down and escorted the boys to Echo’s room where they joined her on either side of the bed. Dean took one of her hands and Sam bent down to kiss the girl who had become something like a sister to him on the forehead.

“Aside from Dean, you’re the only family I got. Don’t leave us now girl.” He gave Dean a sympathetic glance, “I’ll give you two some time.”

Once the door was shut, Dean couldn’t think of a word to say. That was a lie, he couldn’t get the words out. He had been holding on for so long to find out if she was going to make it or not that he hadn’t really allowed his emotions to surface. He haphazardly hugged Echo and just let the tears fall.

“I thought I lost you,” he sobbed.

A week had gone by and Echo hadn’t woken up yet. Dean had stayed by her side every minute the hospital would allow him. He was ragged and worn out. Sam had left to find some food and coffee to help perk the two of them up if that was even possible.

“Mmmmmmph.”

Dean shot out of the chair and quickly made his way to Echo’s side. Taking one of her hands, “It’s ok sweetheart, I’m right here. You’re going to be okay.” With tears forming in his eyes, he kissed the top of her hand.

“Who.... are you?” she asked, taking her hand back. “Where am I?”

It was like a knife to Dean’s heart. Gulping back some tears and the lump in his throat, “What’s the last thing you remember?”

She contorted her face in confusion, “I’m not sure. I know it’s been a few months since my parents funeral.”

Dean reached up and brushed some hair out of her face, “It’s been three years sence then.”

Bewilderment and confusion crossed Echo’s beautiful, freckled face. “How do I know you, again?”

Dean let out a breath he had been holding, “We went on a few dates, nothing serious.”

Echo laid there, trying to absorb a shred of sense of the past events.

“Well, I should let you rest. I’m sure you have things to think about and get arranged,” Dean offered with a smile.

Echo just gave the tiniest of a smile and a slight nod in reply, unable to think of what to say to this stranger.

As Dean shut the door of Echo’s room, his smile dropped to the hardest scowl and he started to make his way to the parking lot. Sam bumped into his brother in the hall on his way back to Echo’s room.

“Hey! So, the only thing I could find around here that resembled edible or drinkable was some coffee,” he said, offering his brother a cup. After seeing his brother’s face and body language, concern crossed his face, “Dean, what’s wrong?”

Without even slowing down Dean passed his brother not willing to stop for anything, because he knew if he stopped his feet would take on their own will and turn him around and head straight back to Echo’s room, “We’re leaving.”

“What?” Sam discarded the coffee on the nearest counter top and chased after his brother. “Dean, what’s going on?”

His brother didn’t respond, so the best he could think to do was to try to keep up with him. Dean led them out of the hospital straight to his car. The whole way to Baby he hadn’t muttered a single word. Slamming the driver door shut and pausing just long enough for his brother to jump in the passenger seat, Dean threw the car in drive and sped out of the parking lot.

It had been an hour of pent up silence before Dean finally pulled Baby onto the shoulder at a screeching halt. He jumped out of the car and started assaulting the driver side tire with fierce kicks. His anger resolved into heart reaching sobs. He slid himself down to the asphalt to feel some stability left in the world beneath him.

Sam rushed out of the passenger side and ran over to his obviously grief-stricken brother. Not knowing how to approach the situation he joined his brother on the asphalt, both leaning against the beaten tire.

They sat there in momentary silence until Dean could get the words out, “She doesn’t remember us, Sammy. She doesn’t remember and I have to let her go. She has a chance to get out of the life. If I didn’t leave right away, I don’t think I could have ever left.”

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Ch. 3: Echo’s Journey | If You Could Master List | KC Master List

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Tell Me A Lie

Summary: When the reader gets cursed to speak only the truth, she has to be very careful about what she says around Dean, the man she has secretly loved all her life.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 2,383

Warnings: Swearing.

“Anything?” You asked Sam, who just sighed and shook his head, looking up at you apologetically. You huffed out in frustration, raking a hand through your hair. You couldn’t believe this. All the crap that the Men of Letters had in their archives, and nothing to help you break this stupid witch’s curse.

“So what, I’m just going to be like this forever?” You mumbled, watching Sam immersed deep in thought.

“No, no. We’ll fix you. Maybe Dean found something. You’ll be fine.”

Silence fell over the library, as you both stared at the bundle of books before you, all of them proving useless.

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Imagine...Dean Noticing When You’re Down

Summary: The reader is having a rough morning and Dean helps her out…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Cuddling

Word Count: 565

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: Written for @spngenrebingo​​

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Ch. 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural

Characters: Dean Winchester x Echo, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Candid violence, severe injury, angst

Ch. 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural

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Do you ever wonder what if? What if you could do things over? Would you make the same choices you made to get where you are now? Are you on the path you were meant for? Choices. Sometimes you make them, and sometimes they seem to make you. However, there remains one constant in this question. You always have a choice. Which will you choose?

"I can't believe you did that," Dean finally exploded after minutes of him fuming like a tea pot ready to scream on the stove.

Sam decided to wait for the feuding hunters in the car. He knew very well after years of the three of them hunting together to not get between Echo and Dean. They always worked it out, but it could look like World War III at times. It was safer to take cover, than to join the battle on most occasions. Whether he agreed with one or the other did not matter. It was their fight to fix.

"Well, I didn't want there to be another victim, Dean" Echo screamed back, referring to her decision to veer off the plan's script and to become the bait herself.

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The boys had become distracted by a vampire in the back alley of the bar and Echo was inside scoping out the place for other vamps. There she spotted another vamp by the jukebox and he was making out on a blonde's neck. The vamp flashed his fangs right before he was going to sink into her unsuspecting neck. That's ballsy, she thought, right in plain sight.

"Hey there hot stuff, I'd like to get in on that," Echo cooed in his ear in an attempt to distract him.

On her stride over to them, she dropped her ponytail, allowing her long wavy, strawberry blond hair to fall to her mid back and allowed it to frame her face. She also had shimmied her tank top up, and tied her over-shirt around her waist to amplify her breast and show off her midsection. Echo gave him a devilish smile and chewed on a fingernail in an attempt to look ravishing.

"Hey, bitch, screw off! He's already busy," the blonde said practically spitting on you.

"Yes, but I could keep him busy with more satisfaction," Echo challenged, not taking her eyes off him and scanning her way down to the zipper of his pants. "If you know what I mean, handsome."

"Sorry, sweet cheeks," the vamp drawled as he took Echo's hand and made their way through the crowd towards the front door.

Echo dragged him to the side of the building, hoping the boys would make their way by on their way to the front door or the car. Echo pressed the vamp against the brick wall and kissed him ferociously, but the vamp wanted to be in control. He grabbed her wrists and shoved her against the brick wall harshly, knocking the breath out of her. He kissed her some more then shoved her down to her knees to fulfill the unspoken promise she made in the bar. While on her knees, Echo grabbed the deadman's blood-soaked knife out of her boot. With her empty hand, she traced her hand up the vamp's leg and towards the zipper of his pants. She slowly pulled it down, causing the vampire to throw his head back in anticipation of what was to come. At this opening of a chance, she sprang up and stabbed the vamp in the heart.

"You, bitch!" he hissed staggering back.

To Echo's surprise, this vamp was stronger than anticipated and pulled the knife out with a hate filled jerk. That's when Echo knew she was in trouble. Now weaponless, she was vulnerable. She wondered where the boys were and attempted a scream to get their attention, but the vamp stifled it out when he grabbed her neck and slid her up the wall leaving her feet to dangle and her airway clamped shut.

"I'm gonna make you wish you never did that," the vamp promised.

She could feel herself turning blue. Just before she thought she might pass out from a lack of oxygen, the vamp's head toppled to the ground and the body followed, along with hers.

"Echo! Are you ok?" Dean asked, helping you up.

Unable to talk for the moment, Echo concentrated on breathing. With the aid of Dean's shoulder, you followed the boys back to the car, thus, soon followed by the start of the argument.

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Dean slammed the car's trunk shut, "What if you had been hurt, or worse?"

"I did what I had to do, Dean," Echo retorted, swinging the car door open and sliding in the back seat, arms crossed and just shy of pouting.

Dean followed by finding his place in the driver's seat. He turned the key letting the car roar to life. He gave Echo a quick glance in the rearview, then threw it into drive.

It was going to be a long, awkward silence home. No one dared break the tension with a single word. Echo hated fighting with Dean. She knew he loved her something fierce and he was just scared of losing her was all. This caused her heart to soften, but she didn't dare let her face show it.

After several hours on the road, the trio pulled over at the nearest gas station to refuel the car and stretch. Echo went inside without a word to find something to resemble an ice breaker for a truce. She found the last packaged Mrs. Baird's pie on the shelf, cherry. Perfect!

The boys were outside leaning over the roof of the car trying to let some steam off, "You shouldn't be so hard on her, Dean."

The shorter brother scowled at him, then softened his face, "I know, I just don't know what I would do if I lost her."

BANG!

The brothers raced for the convenience store. Almost to the door, they paused when a guy with a black ski mask ran outside with a gun. In a moment of surprise and confusion they all stared at each other, then the masked man ran to the side of the building with Sam following. Dean rushed inside and the sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks. He felt as though all his insides dropped from his body.

Sam followed him in shortly after, "He got away......"

Dean dropped to his knees beside Echo and propped her head up in his lap. Tears streaming down his face he looked up to his brother with pleading eyes.

"Sam," he whispered between tears.

Echo had been shot... in the head.

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Hello all! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I hope you stick around for chapter two. I am starting to like where this story is going. I plan to post at least once a week. Comments and constructive criticism is my crack! God bless and happy hunting! If you would like to be tagged let me know.         -KC

Ch. 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous | If You Could Master List | KC Masterlist

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Close enough

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Unrestrained summer fun

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I feel this seal on a visceral level.

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Update on If You Could series

As I have written chapter 1 for If You Could Do It All Over Again, Would You?, the story has taken on its own life. What was originally planned to be written in second person (my favorite way to sink myself into a story), it just didn’t feel right. So I present to you Echo. She will be our leading lady in the series, but don’t let that stop you from being in her place as Dean’s one and only ;P.

Plus, I feel like an extra chapter or two will be worked into this outline.

I am also working on Wattpad (HookedOnThatCowbelle a.k.a. KC) now as well. I will do my best to post on here too. 

Chapters will be posted every Saturday.

Summary: Dean wishes Echo didn't fall into this life. No one deserves to have this job. It's full of physical and mental pain. He loves her dearly, but part of him aches for her. After a near miss at a hunt, Dean is angry at Echo. She believes her actions were justified, and she isn't backing down. After a few quite hours on the road, Echo tries to find a way to make things up to Dean, a truce, but things go horribly wrong before she can apologize to him. Things seem like they will never be the same again.

Characters: Dean Winchester x Echo, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Candid violence, severe injury, angst

*Not my images*

A/N: If you would like to be tagged let me know! I haven been off here for 2 years and feel like writing again.

God bless and happy huntin’ :)

Chapter 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural (8/8)

Chapter 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous (8/15)

Chapter 3: What To Do With An Orphan (8/22)

Chapter 4: A New Beginning (8/29)

Chapter 5: Today’s Special: A Pig And A Poke (9/5)

Chapter 6: Smoking Gun Surprise (9/12)

Chapter 7: Truth’s In The Trunk (9/19)

Chapter 8: Hunter’s Heartache (9/26)

Chapter 9: History Repeats Itself (10/3)

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[cowbelle8]

Fellow Writers!

Hello all. I had a question for the writers on here. I usually write in 2nd person POV for each character, but am trying to venture out. However, I am having some difficulty. What are the thoughts on 2nd person for the reader and 3rd for all other characters? Can you do third person and still insert the reader’s name?Or do yall have some examples in your own writings you think would be helpful?

Help lol, thank you in advance. 

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If You Could Do It All Over Again, Would You?

Mini angst series coming soon by cowbelle8! Chapters will be posted every Saturday.

Summary: The hunter life isn’t easy and Dean wishes you didn’t fall into this life. No one deserves to have this job. It’s full of physical and mental pain. He loves you dearly, but part of him aches for you. After a near miss at a hunt, Dean is angry at you being almost hurt. You think your actions were justified, and you aren’t backing down. Fighting with Dean is your least favorite thing in the world. After a few quite hours on the road, you try to find a way to make things up to him, a truce, but things go horribly wrong before you can apologize to him. Things seem like they will never be the same again. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: Candid violence, severe injury, angst

*Not my images*

A/N: If you would like to be tagged let me know! I haven been off here for 2 years and feel like writing again. 

God bless and happy huntin’ :)

Chapter 1: Not All Monsters Are Supernatural (8/8)

Chapter 2: Miracles Are Not Always Joyous (8/15)

Chapter 3: What To Do With An Orphan (8/22)

Chapter 4: A New Beginning (8/29)

Chapter 5: Today’s Special: A Pig And A Poke (9/5)

Chapter 6: Smoking Gun Surprise (9/12)

Chapter 7: Truth’s In The Trunk (9/19)

Chapter 8: Hunter’s Heartache (9/26)

Chapter 9: History Repeats Itself (10/3)

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Hunter in a Temporary Mundane Life

Hunter in a Temporary Mundane Life

by cowbelle8

Summary: Between hunts the hunters take a little R and R. 

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader,  Sam Winchester

Word Count: 981

Warnings: I haven’t posted or written in a long time. Beware of grammatical errors. This is just my attempt at some fluff and flexing my underused writing muscles. 

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Happy hunting and God bless! Constructive criticism appreciated. 

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(Reader)

There were times when hunts would be sporadic at best. At times you would go non stop, barely able to function due to exhaustion. Then, there were times when you may not find anything for weeks. So, sometimes you would indulge in a little bit of a mundane life, go back to the way things were before hunting. Go back to before anything terrible happened in your life. Sometimes you just needed to recharge yourself. Let what little innocence that was left in you surface to your exterior. This wasn’t often, but today was one of those rare, delectable days. 

You also had to laugh at yourself for it. After all you’ve seen in your life as a hunter, not much should scare you. Werewolves, vampires, and ferries, oh my! No those movies didn’t do it for you anymore. But, aliens, that was still a mystery. The unknown of life out there, beyond the sky. The possibilities were endless. Those were the only movies that did it for you anymore, that let you just be a girl for awhile. 

You put in your old time favorite, Signs. You lost count how many times you had seen it, and even though you knew when the scary parts were coming up they caught you off guard every time. As the movie started playing, you throw the covers over your head where only a peep hole was available for your view of the TV screen. You were enthralled in the movie 10 minutes in. The only distraction being the crunching of your kettle corn that you had stowed in your lap under the covers.

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(Dean)

Naps are a delicacy around here. So you bet your bottom dollar I took advantage of that when things were running slow around here at the bunker. I had drifted back awake not really willing to move. The couch was just so damn comfy. I checked the time on my phone, apparently, it had been a long nap, and it was getting later in the day. Sitting up and stretching I got to looking around. No one seemed to be around. That wasn’t completely odd. You all had kind of done your one thing the past few days. Each of you taking some me time. But, I was ready for that to be some us time. 

I headed towards my room to put some clothes on other than sweat pants and a T-shirt, not paying much attention because all the bedroom lights were off. I strode past Y/N’s room without a thought. Stopping on a dime, I scrunched my face up in confusion and had to take a few steps back. 

There was a form on Y/N’s bed. A bit of a ghost blanket if you will. Then a squeal and a jump came from the ghost blanket. I couldn’t help but chuckle, causing the ghost blanket to look directly at me.

“What’cha doing sweetheart?

A head appeared through the top of the blanket, “Oh, dean?” you blushed. 

I walked into the room and saw the part of Signs where the alien walks buy like big foot and they rewind it and show it again. Which caused Y/N to sequel again. 

This caused me to chuckle again, “Any room under that blanket?”

She dropped the blanket around her exposing a spaghetti strap tank top and messy hair. Walking over I bent down to kiss her on the cheek and pulled some pop corn out of her hair, causing her to now blush with embarrassment. 

“No need to be embarrassed sweetheart,” I said with a smile and moved the bowl out of her lap. With another kiss to her nose, I picked her up and curled up on her bed with her now in my lap. Then, I covered us both with her comforter. It over my head and under her chin. She settled back against me, causing my heart to swell. 

I loved this girl. There were so many sides to her. She was one of the most bad ass hunters I knew, but there was also a tender side to her. A little bit of innocence left in her. That side of her made me feel like I have a normal life from time to time. 

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(Sam)

Coming back from town, I decided it was good day for a cheat day, so I decided to bring back a pizza for me and the others. Everyone else was indulging with their time off, why not me too? Once back at the bunker, me and the pizza made our way into the kitchen, but there was no site of anyone and it was particularly quite. 

“I wonder where they could be.”

I took a look in the living area but no one was there either. I figured they were hold up in Dean’s room like they usually where and made my way towards our rooms. I was about to pass Y/N’s room when I had to stop short and take a closer look. There was a large blobbed blanket creature glowing in a TV light. 

“Hey guys you want some piz.....”

Y/N and Dean jumping out from under the blanket throwing a bowl of popcorn all over the place, “Aaaaahhhhh!” they hollered in unison. 

I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, I loved how Y/N brought the kid out of the both of us. I left temporarily and returned with a blanket and the pizza. I opened up the box next to them and covered myself with my own blanket with a peep hole and watched the rest of the movie with them. 

The three of us were huddled up under blankets only to expose an arm for a slice a pizza. Days like this were my favorite. Things were never the same when Y/N came into our lives, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. 

[deanssweetheart23]

The One With The Picture

Title: The One With A Picture

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)

Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)

Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).

My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.

Enjoy <3

Dean keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

It’s an old photograph, a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.

Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh like that after everything you’ve been through.

But that’s not the point.

Keep reading

[gothamsmarvel-deactivated202111]

Sweet As Sugar

Requested– Yes–Can I have a fluff Thor x fem!reader please? I love your work btw 💗💗💗 A/N- the avengers make me sad cause i love them so much Pairing-Thor Odinson x Reader Title– Sweet As Sugar

“Thor stop.” You try to wrestle the chocolate chips away from your golden hunk of a boyfriend. However you were short and weak compared to him. He shoved another handful of the bittersweet morsels into his mouth before dropping the yellow bag back on the table. 

“So what are we making again?” You god of a boyfriend asks again.

“Surprise cupcakes.” You say, double checking the recipe from your grandmother. 

“And what is the surprise?” Thor asks, sweetly tying your hair back to keep it out of your face. Your heart smiles at the thoughtful gesture.

“There are chocolate chips and frosting stuff in the middle.” You begin to lay out your ingredients. 

“I don’t get it.” Thor pouts.

“Huh?” You scrunch your nose at him. 

He smiles and presses a kiss to your nose before saying. “The surprise. I don’t understand.”

“You will when you try them.” You try not to giggle. 

“May I help you milady?” Thor asks, looking like a puppy just waiting to cause a disaster. 

“Of course.” You say, ignoring the warning lights in your head. Sometimes Thor caused more harm than good when it came to modern things like microwaves and pizza delivery. But you had faith in him and he only wanted to help.

“Okay wash your hands.” You roll up you sleeves, breathing in the fall air from the open window.

You hear the sink turn on for a millisecond before turning off. 

“With soap.” 

You hear him mutter under his breath.

“See all clean.” He shows his massive hands as evidence to his cleanliness. 

“Yay.” You kiss him, becoming slightly distracted as his swipes his tongue across your bottom lip.

“Okay.” You said, tearing yourself away from him. He groans in protest.

“So I have everything measured out. Pour the flour into the big bowl.” You point to it. Thor dumps the substance into the bowl where it lets out a soft ‘poof’. 

Once you had all the dry ingredients in the bowl you prepared yourself for the hard part. The eggs. 

“Okay so gently crack them against the side of the bowl.” You demonstrate for him. You had no doubt in your mind that Thor was a gentle soul. His touch could be feather light and that would drive you wild. But something about fragile eggs in his giant, enthusiastic hands made you nervous. 

“Okay.” Thor’s tongue poked out as he concentrated on the delicate act. He rapped it gently the first time, causing a hairline fracture. The second knock however caused the egg to shatter, some of its shell falling into the mixture. 

“Oops.” He grinned at you apologetically. You laugh and roll your eyes, bending over to fish the shells out from the batter. 

“Mmm. You look better than these cakes.” Thor says running his hands down your body and resting them dangerously close to your butt. 

“Thats because they aren’t done yet.” You ignore the butterflies in your stomach. 

“Well im hungry.” Thor says, leaning in and gently sucking on your neck. 

“Umm…” At that moment you could not process a coherent thought. “you’re distracting me.” You laugh and push him off your neck. He pouts and backs away, watching you fix his eggshell mess.

35 minutes and a mini food fight later the cupcakes were done. 

“Aha!” Thor exclaims as he takes a bite. “What?”

“Look! Chocolate chips! And frosting! It surprised me!” 

“I’m glad.” You wrap your arms around his middle, pressing your face to his chest. Sugar filled afternoons with Thor were the greatest.

[cowbelle8]

So cute 😊

[katymacsupernatural]

Nigh Time Cuddles

Dean Winchester x Reader

This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67! Hope this helps you feel a little better!! I’m always open to talk to, if you need it!!

Laying there, next to Dean, you listened to his steady breathing, trying to let it calm you. In and out, you could hear the breath go, and you tried to let it relax you back into sleep.

You weren’t sure why you were still awake. Or why you felt this way. As if you were empty, or just out of sorts. It was a hard feeling to dismiss, leaving you laying there, alone while everyone else in the bunker slumbered on.

Finally giving in to your sleeplessness, you slipped out of bed, staring down at your sleeping boyfriend. He looked so peaceful, so much more innocent than the ruthless killer he could be. Wanting nothing more than to awaken him with a kiss, to have him hold you in your arms and tell you everything would be alright, you forced yourself to take a step back.

 With your bare feet freezing on the cold tile, you tip toed out of the room, down the hallway past Sam’s closed door. Into the library you went, into your favorite corner of the place. You had worked hard on making the place your own. With your plush arm chair, and a blanket, along with a small table and lamp, it was where Dean often found you.

Turning the light on, you pulled out your music player, where you always kept it stashed for nights like this. Wrapping the blanket around you, you turned it on, turning it straight to Bon Jovi. Your go to comfort music, your favorite music to listen to. 

Sitting there, you leaned your head back, closing your eyes. Knowing you would scare Dean if you fell asleep in the chair and not beside him, you still kept your eyes closed, trying to calm the annoying thoughts in your mind.

Minutes passed, and tears trickled down your cheeks. So lost in your music you didn’t hear Dean’s bare feet as they padded into the room. You didn’t notice him rubbing his eyes as he tried to blink the sleep away from them. “Hey babe.” He said softly, pulling one ear bud from your ear. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Shaking your head no, you gave in when he gently lifted you from the chair, Settling back down, he wrapped the blanket around the two of you. Taking the dangling earbud, he pressed it into his ear. “Bon Jovi?”

Nodding, he smiled. “Bon Jovi does rock on occasion.” He teased, cracking a smile from you. Settling your head on his chest, you relaxed in his arms, just like you wanted to.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He finally asked, his hand running up and down your arm.

“You looked so peaceful. I know you needed your sleep.” You explained, but he shook his head.

“Never. My sleep is never more important than your feelings.” He insisted, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You know I would never give up a chance to hold you in my arms.”

“I needed to be held in your arms.” You answered back, snuggling deeper into them. “It always feels like the world can’t hurt me when I’m in their safety.”

“Good. Because that’s what I want you to feel. I want you to know I will always be there for you. That me, and Bon Jovi, are here to make sure that you don’t face anything on your own.” He told you before leaning down and capturing your lips with his.

@chaos-and-the-calm67 I hope this is kind of what you were looking for!! Much love!!

[cowbelle8]

Ch. 18: IVs and Sweet Dreams

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: Sam and Y/N get Dean settled into the bunker. While Dean rests Y/N makes sure not only Dean is ok, but Sam is too. 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 988 (Sorry they’ve gotten a little shorter)

AN: I re-edited the last two chapters. I am sorry for the horrible writing. I no longer have a beta and I guess I was tired when I edited them. They should be less distracting to read. Alright y’all buckle up because after this chapter things are going to take off!!!!

God bless and happy reading :)

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(Reader)

You awoke to the feeling of someone gently nudging your arm. Sitting up from your slump on the passenger window, you looked to the one trying to wake you.  Sam’s smiling face came into view.

“Hey,” he said softly, “we’re back. I was thinking before we wake Dean we should get his room set up.”

“Yeah, sounds good,” you said sleepily, “I’ll set up some more IV bags. He’s still low on fluids.”

Sam prepped the room with fresh med supplies, and drinks, and you were busy setting up a saline bag and line on the medical pole you had found in the infirmary.

Once the both of you were done, you followed Sam back to the garage to retrieve the elder brother. Sam clumsily pulled his dead weight brother out of the back seat. When Dean was accessible enough, you burdened you shoulder with his weight as Sam did on the other side. Worry crossed your features, Dean was showing obvious signs of dehydration. He’s lips were begging to peel, his eyes had started to sink in his skull, and you could see when you moved your grip on his arm that his skin was not snapping back into place.

The both of you placed Dean on the bed and you ran around to where the IV was waiting. Sam held Dean up, while you carefully removed his shirt. You turned to grab the IV line as Sam laid his brother flat. Taking Dean’s forearm, you started to search for a vein. After you pulled the second attempt out of his arm, replacing the now dull needle, you were pulled from your concentration.

“Make the next one count, tiger,” Dean mumbled through closed lids.

“I’m sorry, I never was good at finding veins,” you said with sympathy on your face.

To Dean’s request, you hit the vein on the third try. When you turned from your work, you could see that Sam was finishing up cleaning the wound on the other side. Helping Sam pull back the covers, you tried to help make Dean as comfortable as possible. Once done, the two of you slowly tiptoed out of the room as to not wake the now sleeping patient.

You closed the door quietly and turned to Sam, “I’m worried he lost too much blood, if he doesn’t start to look better in an hour or so, I think we should find some blood.”

Sam nodded and let out a breath he had been holding. “Care for some food? No use standing out here till he wakes again,” he smiled.

You were only a few steps behind Sam, but he already had what seemed like half the fridge’s contents on the counter. He was buzzing like a bee, grabbing a spatula here, a measuring cup there, and chopping items with ferocity. When he was chopping his twelfth carrot in less than three minutes, you approached him carefully.

“Sam,” you said softly. When he didn’t slow his chopping, you tried again with more force and placed you hand on his forearm to stop him, “Sam.”

He stopped, staring at the cutting board. “Sorry,” he whispered.  

Leaving your hand on his forearm, you spoke softly, “Sam, I can’t thank you or Dean enough for what you have done for me. I just want you to know, I’m here for whatever either of you needs.”

He continued staring at the cutting board, then slowly turned to you, not meeting your eyes. He looked slightly tormented and lost in his thoughts. Your heart cracked a little inside at his distraught look. You also hated times like this. You weren’t sure what the other person wanted or needed. You were more than okay with sharing hugs and comfort but figuring out if the other person wanted was the uncomfortable part of the whole ordeal.

Sam seemed to move slightly like he too wasn’t sure how to ask for what he was wanting, so you just went for it. You stepped forward slowly and awkwardly brought him into a hug. It went from awkward to emotional in less than a heartbeat. You feared he would squeeze you in two, but you didn’t say a word and hugged him back as tight as you possibly could.

After a few moments you broke the silence, “It’s okay Sam, Dean’s okay. Everything’s going to be ok.”

After a few more moments he let you go, stepping back. He cleared his throat, “Sorry.”

“Don’t mention it,” you smiled. “Why don’t you finish your assault on the veggies and I’ll go check on wonder boy?”

He gave you an amused chuckle and went back to his work. You made your way down the hall towards Dean’s bedroom. In trouble in more ways than one, you reminded yourself.

Dean already looked ten times better. His eyes were no longer sunken in and he was starting to look a little more plump than he did a few hours ago. His bag was looking low, so you made way to replace it. You paused when Dean started to stir, and let out a moan. You looked to see if he was in pain, but what you found was quit the opposite. He looked quite content in his slumber. You went back to finishing up hanging the new saline bag. When you were checking that the drip was at a good speed you heard Dean stir a second time.

He moaned again and then slowly mumbled “Y/N…,” his statement ended with a cocky smile.

When you realized he was dreaming of you, you turned scarlet red and scurried quietly out of the room. Shutting the door as quiet and as quickly as you could behind you, your mind ran away with you. You tried to calm your breathing and force the red tent of your skin to recede before you headed back to the kitchen.

In trouble in more ways than one.

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[cowbelle8]

Ch. 17: Bambi

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: It’s the morning after the hunt, Dean appears to feel better than he actually is. The three pack their things and head back to the bunker.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 978

AN: God bless and happy reading :)

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(Reader)

It took quite the argument, but you finally convinced Sam to sleep in his own bed. You had trouble sleeping that night, you could’ve blamed it on the lumpy couch, but you’d be lying. You probably got up at minimum, four times last night to check on Dean and make sure he wasn’t bleeding and still breathing. On about your second trip to his bed that night, you removed the IV needle since the bag that was haphazardly strapped to the headboard was empty. You knew he would need more fluids, but it was all you had for now. On the third trip to his bed, you were met by Sam who was also checking on his brother. You gave him a smile, and shuffled your way back to the lump fest.

The next morning, you woke up feeling like a mule had kicked and then pranced all over you. How on Earth did Dean sleep on this? This realization caused you to think back with guilt on letting Dean take the couch that first night. You rolled over from facing the back of the couch towards the front and viewed the open room. Blinking through your hazy sleep state, Dean came into blurry view. When your vision finally cleared, you were amazed at the sight. Dean was sitting up against the headboard, he was still shirtless, his jeans just barely poking above the coves, you couldn’t help but trail your eyes up his torso, pausing at the gauze reaching up his side. This brought your gaze to his broad, muscular chest. The sunlight through the window caused his skin to glow a golden color. You were abruptly pulled from your admiration when you heard a “ah-hum.”

Your eyes shot up to his face where he was smiling back at you, and you turned what you assumed a shade of tomato. This elicited a slight chuckle from Dean then an immediate slight grimace at the tug on his stitches, but his smile returned when his hand went to his stitches.

“How’s the shoulder sleepy head?” he asked.

You racked your brain for a moment, “Shoulder?”

“Ya, yesterday was a test run for your shoulder. How does it feel today?”

Your brain was slowly starting to catch up to the conversation, “Shouldn’t I be asking how you are feeling?” You were standing at his bedside now.

“I asked first,” he smirked.

“If I tell you, will you tell me?” you asked crossing your arms at his cockiness.

That shit eating grin never left his face.

“Fine, my shoulder has a dull ache, but otherwise its great. Now a deal’s a deal.”

“What this,” he lifted his hand from his left side, looking down, “tis a scratch.”

You plopped on the bed facing him, “A scratch!? Dean, the vamp tried to check out your ribs by using your own machete as a letter opener. Plus, you lost a lot of blood. I bet if you tried to make your way to the bathroom you’d look like a new born giraffe.”

“I would not!” He said with mock offense written on his face.

“Ten bucks says otherwise.”

“Ten bucks for you, a kiss for me,” he bargained with annoying confidence.

You paused. Did he really just say that?

He smiled at your bewilderment, swinging his legs over the bed. You stood before he could, standing away far enough to give him room. He made it to full height, long enough to smile in triumph before his legs buckled. You half way caught him, half way helped him fall back onto the bed.

“Looks like I get ten bucks,” you smiled back at him in your own triumph.

“Ya, ya, ya, help me back into bed,” he nearly pouted.

You pulled the covers back some more to make room, and lifted his legs helping him rotate back to his headboard sitting position.

“Not that I haven’t enjoyed this eventful morning with you, but where’s Sam?” he asked.

As if on cue, Sam walked in with his hands full with bags of food.

“Hey, you guys hungry?” he asked, emphasizing his question by lifting the bags.

“Yeah, but we need to use Dean’s bed as the table. We already tried walking, and Bambi here didn’t even make it a step before falling.”

“Heeeyyyy, feelings, sweetheart. Feelings hurt,” he exclaimed with false pain.

You and Sam joined Dean at the bed and passed food around. In about twenty minutes, everyone was done eating and got to packing. Well, Sam and I got to packing; Dean practiced standing up. After the car was packed, Sam and I took both sides of Dean and loaded him into the back seat as well so he could lay down if he needed to.

It was late morning and an hour into the drive Dean finally passed out in the back seat, stretched out as much as his lanky body would allow. You let a giggle slip at the soft snores that floated up from the back.

Sam smirked at your enjoyment of his brother, “So are you going to stick around a little longer. I know I would like you to, and Dean, well I’m sure Dean would like you to as well.”

“I think I will. I’d like to help y’all out until Dean is back to tip top shape. I’m sure that cut is going to slow him down a bit, and it’s the least I could do for what y’all did for me.”

“You don’t need to pay us back, we would do it all over again in a heartbeat,” Sam said taking his eyes off the road long enough to make his point that he was serious.

“Well, same,” you smiled.

A comfortable silence fell on the trip, and before you knew it you fell asleep too.

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