The name is Teagan. 21 years of age. Fairly new to the whole Fanfiction thing but I'm giving it my best shot! Requests: OPEN. Previously known as WaywardPosts
So on we go, his welfare is my concern, no burden is he to bare, we’ll get there. While we’re on our way to there, why not share? He ain’t heavy – he’s my brother.
A/N: @sexton3181 I bet you wanted a super fluffy imagine...I had a semi bad day so it came out super angsty/sad. So if you’d like another one I’ll totally redo it.
“You’re stupid! You’re going to get yourself killed!” You screamed at the elder Winchester. Throwing your arms crossed your chest. He’d made a plan to get rid of the Mark of Cain but if it didn’t work he’d die. The odds of it actually working were slim to none.
“That’s what I do Y/N.” He gave you his signature lopsided grin that always got him out of arguments.
“Don’t you dare. You’re not the one who has to live with losing the person you love.” Tears stung your eyes as you slapped his chest. Panic began to rise as the news finally sank in.
“Hey” He grabbed hold of your wrists. “We’ve beat smaller odds than this!” He tried to remain hopeful just for you. You were infuriated with Crowley for inventing the damn plan, with Dean for being stupid enough to go through with it, and at yourself. You ripped your hands away from him, storming into your shared room. Seeing the bag packed on the bed only made you more pissed off and quickly you starting ripping his clothes, guns, and ammo out of it. Throwing them on the floor. You knew that wasn’t going to stop him from leaving but in your upset mind it might slow him down.
When all your anger was drained on beating up the bag you stood there perfectly numb. He’d been standing behind you for god knows how long, just watching, knowing you needed to get the anger out before he could even attempt to speak. His mouth opened and closed searching for words. How do you tell the only person who loves you that you’re basically committing suicide? It was weak and wrong of him.
Instead of trying to explain himself he went over to the record player, setting a record down, he was going to pour every ounce of love he had into the last moments with you. That’s how he’d choose to spend them.
The air was filled with beautiful music as he strolled over to you. Taking your waist in his hands he pulled you close, starting to sing softly into your ear along with the music.
When the sun had left and the winter came
and the sky fall could only bring the rain
I sat in darkness, all broken hearted
I couldn’t find a day I didn’t feel alone
I never meant to cry, started loosing hope
But some how baby, you broke through
and saved me.
Instinctively your hips swayed and melded with his as he twirled you gently around the room. All that you could think of was the first day you’d met Dean.
“Drinking like that is either depression or celebration. So which is it?”
“I’ve let a lot of people down.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
You couldn’t help the smile that plagued your face as you thought about the night that changed your life forever. He must have been thinking the same thing because he too had a smile that could split his face in half.
He belted the chorus of the song, his voice squeaking and making you laugh out. Dean didn’t care that he sounded terrible, all he wanted was to hear that sweet sweet laugh just one more time.
He quickly spun you around faster and even stepped on your feet once or twice. He definitely wasn’t swift with his movement, though for a fighter you’d figure he would be. This was the man you loved unconditionally despite everything he’s done. He was always trying to be a hero. If only he could see that he was always your hero, he didn’t need to go on this hunt to prove that to you.
You let your head fall back in laughter as you then proceeded to remember the first time he tried to impress you on a hunt. It ended with him getting his ass kicked and you saving him. He was broken, and hardened with years of struggle, but he was your chaos.
As the music slowed, so did the pace in which he was twirling you.
“You’re the healing hands where it used to hurt.” Dean sang low as his hands traced down your arms lightly grasping your own. He brought them to rest against his chest as both of you swayed with the music.
“You’re my saving grace, you’re my kind of church.” He leaned his forehead against yours. Softly closing your eyes to take in his voice, to fully feel his closeness. He was still circling the both of you slowly, each foot step bringing you closer.
“You’re holy.” He ended the song with a smooth voice. Finally you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. It was always so hard to breathe when he was this close let alone singing to you. Even when the music stopped he still keep spinning you, neither wanting to break the moment, because you knew once it was over he’d be leaving for a hunt you weren’t sure he’d return from.
Tightly you clung to him as the thoughts flooded your head. Over the past two years he’d become your everything. The idea that he wouldn’t return was something you couldn’t bare. Before you could even contain them the hot tears stung your eyes. Not that you didn’t want to cry in front of Dean, because you’ve done it before, you just wanted to be strong for him. So quickly you buried your face in his chest.
“Shh it’s okay Y/N” He cooed knowing fully well what was happening. He softly held the back of your head, letting you break apart in his arms. You couldn’t see but the same tears were staining Dean’s face. He wasn’t scared to die, he didn’t care if this hunt was his last, what he was most heartbroken over was the fact that you’d be left to deal with the rubble. That you’d still be there when the dust settled, left to go on without him. If he stood where you stood, he couldn’t do it.
“I love you Dean.” You whispered as loud as your voice could manage. He only squeezed you tighter to him.
“I love you Y/N” His voice cracked slightly. He gave you one more kiss on your forehead, lingering longer than he normally would. You watched as he turned on his heels, walking out of the door for what might be the last time.
“You take care of her. You hear me?” Dean shoved a finger towards Sam and Castiel as they solemnly said their goodbyes. As Dean drove away in the Impala you came out to the library with a fully packed bag. Swiftly you wiped your tears from your face.
“Y/N?” Cas said in a low voice. It was obvious he was questioning what you were doing with a packed duffel. Only you turned your attention to Sam who was resting his own duffel on the table in front of him.
“You really think we’re going to let him do something stupid without us by his side?” You held a sad smile on your lips as you shoved the colt in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder, you walked with a new found purpose. Determined to get your hunter back home safely.
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