[simxfawna]

Plaid Shirt Days

[deanxxwinchesters]

simxfawna:

After the accident Fawna spend a lot more time at the Bunker. She was afraid to be anywhere without one of the brothers with her. She just felt so much safer with them around. They made her so much more comfortable and actually really made her happy. When she had left in the past, she always ached to see her boys again. So having them both want her to stay around afterwards, Fawna wasn’t going to argue. 

But the only problem she had at this point was all her clothing was dirty. She really didn’t think ahead and started washing her clothing ahead of time, no she just had to wash it all together. The blonde quietly snuck into the eldest Winchester’s room while he was still asleep. She needed something to wear while her clothing was in the machine. So she slipped into his room with ease, something that she had done before. There were nights that she left her oils in his bedroom and had to get them in the morning. She hoped Dean wasn’t too upset that she would sneak into his room. But this time she was stealing. She just liked the way he.. smelled. There was something about that felt like home somehow. He was just warm and comforting and Fawna couldn’t get enough of that.

She quietly opened his closet door and took her time to grab the most worn shirt she could find. It would be the softest one he had. She smiled over at his sleeping form was she headed to the laundry room to stuff her clothing into the washer and undress to wash the clothing she was wearing before slipping on the comforting warm flannel. She left the few top buttons undone as she straightened the shirt out to her mid thigh. 

Once all her chores were done, she headed into the kitchen to start her daily rituals. She started on breakfast, a hearty one at that. She always started with bacon, making a pretty much mile high stack for the brothers to binge on. They both seemed to enjoy the bacon the most so she made a lot more of it. This morning was going to be waffles with fresh fruit and whipped cream for Dean. She went easy on the fruit with Dean’s plate, knowing Sam would prefer more the healthier food on his plate over anything else. Finally she made a few eggs, again giving more of those to Sam’s plate. She just focused on giving Dean the unhealthiest stack of waffles she could, even going as far as making homemade maple syrup. 

Fawna smiled softly as she swayed her hips to a song her in head as she started dipping things out on each of the plates before glancing over her shoulder hearing heavy footfalls of one of the brothers. 

Convincing Fawna to stay in the Bunker after rescuing her was easier than Dean had thought it would be. It made him feel safer, knowing that she was very well protected within the walls of the Bunker, and that was probably her reasoning for sticking around. Not that Dean minded, if she really wanted one there was plenty of empty rooms she could take for herself. He’d tried telling Sam that it was only because it was nice to have someone taking care of them instead of Dean having to take care of Sam, but his younger brother hadn’t bought that.

The were certain perks of having the blonde around; food was always cooked and homemade, the bunker was always clutter free, and both brothers had more free time to do whatever they wanted. Which for Dean meant tinkering with the cars in the garage or just lounging around the bunker and enjoying having a place to call home for the first time in a long time. The fact that Fawna was gorgeous and made Dean feel things he hadn’t felt since Lisa had nothing to do with him wanting her around.

The smell of bacon woke him up, his stomach letting him know that it was very interested in whatever was cooking in the kitchen. So he’d pushed himself out of bed and stumbled towards the promise of breakfast. The sight that greeted him as soon as he was in the kitchen stopped Dean in his tracks. “Is that my shirt,” came out before he could stop it, his eye immediately going to the miles of long legs poking out the bottom of a familiar plaid shirt. 

[deanxxwinchesters]

because of you

After a, pretty successful, hunt, there was nothing more that Dean wanted than a hot shower and alone time with Fawna. Having her coming along on a hunt was nice, mostly because she was always hovering nearby, but the issue was that Sam was always around too. Which meant a strict rule of no “funny business” had been put into play and if Dean were a pouting man he would have started pouting a long time ago.

But they were finally back in the bunker and and as soon as they were unpacked and Sam had gone off for groceries or whatever else he needed to do, he could drag Fawna for a shower and finally be able to spend alone time with her. He’d almost been tempted to shove Sam right back out the door and leave the bags in the back of the Impala, but a quick glare from his younger brother told him that was a terrible idea. So he’d grabbed his bag, along with Fawna’s, and followed his giant of a brother to take the bags in.

Of course, Sam couldn’t stop him from carelessly tossing his duffel in the room he’d claimed as his own and gently placing Fawna’s bag on the dresser. Dean knew better than to throw her bag around, not with all the glass bottles and potions that could do anything when mixed together. Making his was quickly back to the Impala where Fawna was waiting.

Outside, a voice suddenly stopped him in his tracks. It was male, familiar and everything in Dean was suddenly screaming at him that something was very wrong. Slowly edging closer and one hand slip to the gun he always kept tucked into the waist of his jeans. "Who the fuck are you,” he practically spat at the lookalike, shifter, whatever, of his dead father, drawing its attention away from Fawna. “Nice meatsuit, John.”

[deanxxwinchesters]

live with ghosts

[deanxxwinchesters]

simxfawna:

Fawna kept busy as the boys were away. It was always easy to do that, there was always something to do around this bunker. A lot of the times it was cleaning, dusting mostly. There was so much to do and Fawna enjoyed doing it. She often had to keep herself busy so she wouldn’t stress. If she let herself, Fawna would sit and worry over Dean until she couldn’t see straight. She had seen what this life could do to people, what it had done to Dean. 

She could see that there was something hidden in his eyes at times, when he returned from a hunt. A pain he didn’t wish to talk about, but a pain she could see written in the scars that covered his back. They told the stories of what caused him the pain, stories that Fawna wished she could erase. Everything in her wanted to sooth that pain. She knew she couldn’t so Fawna had vowed to love it. It was all a part of Dean, and Fawna loved him no matter what. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to try and ease that pain for him. His smile was something rare, but an easy thing to adore.

A rare thing indeed, especially seeing his face when she finally saw the boys walk through the door. The keys were dangling from Sam’s hands instead of Dean’s nearly broke her heart and neither of them had said a word. She let the boys pass by not bothering to stop Dean. There was a distance in the way he carried himself that told her he needed time. So Fawna took a step out of the map room and headed to her own. She got out a few things for Sam so that he could heal what he needed. But for Dean she pulled out his favorite peppermint scent. She knew that it would help sooth him if she couldn’t. To make sure the scent wasn’t too overwhelming, Fawna diluted the mixture with water. She wanted to try in help in anyway that Dean allowed her to.

Part of Fawna hoped he was asleep, just so she could tend to the wounds he had received. It would help further relax him but as she left her bedroom and found Sam the look on his face told her that Dean was most certainly having a hard time. She quietly handed over the potions to Sam before turning in her heel to go help her love.

Knocking gently on the door she waited for an answer she wouldn’t receive but she did it anyways just to be polite. Fawna quietly slipping into the room greeted by an angry huff. She didn’t take it to heart, things were tough for Dean she knew that. It seemed he didn’t have an outlet to convey his emotions to and while she offered to listen he had trouble. She didn’t blame him, but she always had an open door to it. Quietly setting her things on the bedside table, Fawna headed back to the door to flip off the lights. There was no way Dean could relax if the lights were on. She moved around seamlessly in the dark, easily lighting candles to give the room a soft glow instead of the harsh overhead lights. Her fingers found the bottle of diluted peppermint scent and slowly removed the lid to let the smell flow through the air. She didn’t talk to Dean, knowing he wouldn’t respond. She wanted to respect his wishes of that, if he was ready she’d be there to let him speak.

Looking around the room, there was little else Fawna could do that wouldn’t disturb the oldest Winchester. She longed to stay, though. She wanted to comfort him and be there for him. However the last thing she wanted to do was push Dean into something he was uncomfortable with. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she looked down at the man with soft eyes. She couldn’t help herself as she reached out to just gently brush her fingers across his cheek as a sad smile sat on her lips. Fawna wished she could just sit and hold him, help him through the pain he was in. It didn’t have to involve talking, but just be in his presence taking care of him. But she’d be back ready to help when Dean was ready for her.

The sounds of Fawna moving around his room soon filled Dean’s ears and part of him had wished that his angry huff would have been enough to stop her from coming in. He didn’t want her to see him this way, not ruined over things that should have been in the past or over something as stupid as a hunt. But Fawna was stubborn, especially when it came to emotions and anything concerning him. Which made sense that she’d stick around, if Sam had told her he wasn’t doing too hot after after a hunt.

But a larger part of him wasn’t mind her presence there, it was comforting that she cared enough to not be scared off by the angry huff or that he couldn’t deal with emotions the “right” way. But no matter what Dean threw at her, Fawna always seemed to have the right answer for everything. The sudden darkness that fell in his room was a small comfort. The harsh overhead lights weren’t doing any favors for his headache, because of course she would have thought of that. He also made a noise to stop her from lighting candles, but the sight of her moving around in the candlelight stopped him. 

The candlelight was bouncing off her blonde hair in a way that almost made it look like the light was coming from it, and Fawna had never looked more beautiful to him. The small voice in his head, the one that kinda sounded like his dad and always came out when he fucked up, was telling him that he didn’t deserve someone like her. That his life wasn’t allowed to have anything beautiful because all he did was ruin everything he touched.

The sudden smell of peppermint didn’t help, it reminded him of his mom and that was the last thing he needed right now. Because a little girl had lost her mother today because of him. Everything in him was screaming to get rid of the scent, but the four year in him that had also lost his mother was being comforted by the familiar scent. So he didn’t say a word about the peppermint smell.

The feeling of soft fingertips against his cheek brought him out of his thoughts, Fawna coming into focus clearly for the first time since she’d stepped into his room. He could tell she was getting ready to leave, there wasn’t else she tended to do when he didn’t want to talk about thing. But Dean didn’t want her to leave, he was tired of being alone because that wasn’t doing anything for him right now. But before he could say anything Fawna was gone from his line of sight and he could hear her by the door. “A little girl’s mom was killed today,” he whispered, voice rough from lack of use. “She coudn’t have been more than four and I’m the reason she’s gonna grow up without a mom...”

[deanxxwinchesters]

live with ghosts

The worst part about Dean’s job was when they couldn’t save someone on a hunt. It was practically the Winchester family mottoe to save people and hunt things, but there was always a hunt that both brothers knew wasn’t going to end well before they even got there. This one was supposed to have been a typical ghost, salt and burn the bones and everything would be fine, but neither Sam or Dean had counted on the ghost actually being smart for once. 

Before either of them could react, the ghost had killed the mother of the family they’d been trying to help. Which would have been awful enough without the family’s four year old in the room. The utter despair in the little girl’s eyes broke something in Dean and suddenly it wasn’t her losing her mother it was Dean. Sam had gotten rid of the ghost easily enough after that, the ghost focusing all her attention on the crying girl and both Winchesters were back in the Impala within the hour. The little girl had been left with her father and that was that.

Except it wasn’t, because one look at Dean’s face had Sam pulling the Impala keys out of his hands and for once Dean couldn’t find it in him to argue. The entire ride back to the bunker had been silent, save for the occasion attempts from Sam to get him to talk. Once at the bunker, Dean had slammed the door to the Impala shut and headed straight to his bedroom. The usual tradition of going out or staying in to clean off the mud off the Impala would have to wait until later.

That had been hours ago and Dean was still curled up under a blanket trying not to think too hard about what had happened. Cas and Sam had both tried once to get him to talk, asking if he was okay when it was pretty clear that he wasn’t, but they’d left as soon as they hadn’t gotten an answer. Dean figured he had a couple more hours of moping until they sent in Fawna, the only person who he actually wanted to see right now, taking advantage of the quiet around him.

When the door to his room slowly opened and the unmistakable scent of Fawna was steadily creeping closer, Dean couldn’t do anything more than huff in annoyance and roll onto his back. Everything in him was screaming at him to let her come closer but the small voice in his head, the one that always came out when he fucked up, was telling him to ignore her until she left. He didn’t deserve her comfort or for her to care about someone that couldn’t save a little girl from growing up without a mother.

[simxfawna]

Take Me Home

[deanxxwinchesters]

simxfawna:

Fawna had no idea where she was.. and could hardly remember how she had gotten here. What the girl did remember was pain. Her body ached from the pain of the torture she received. All they kept asking was where the Winchesters hide out and what she was providing them with. Fawna was more than willing to give her life than ever give up her new little family. She refused to let them know what happened between her and the Winchester. The world needed the boys much more than her, so she was happy to protect them until her last breath.

That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Her body was sore with every step she took under the cover of darkness. She woke up in the middle of no where still covered in dirt and her own blood. Nothing she had never been though compared to the pain she was feeling now. But had no time to stop and worry about that. Fawna had to find a town or even rest stop. She needed to contact Dean, hoping he would be able to come and find her. 

The walk through the chilly night was long. But she was so happy to see a little town with one gas station with its lights on. She pushed through the door, dragging her hurt right leg along and shivered once she was in the warm heater. The man behind the counter looked very concerned upon seeing the messy girl. She shyly asked where the bathroom was and he wordless pointed to the back of the store. 

Once in the bathroom, she realized why he looked so concerned about her. The dirt that covered her face as caked on. Her normally blonde hair was brown with dirt and as if she wasn’t skinny enough already the food rations they gave her didn’t keep the meat on her bones. Frankly she didn’t even look like herself. Fawna looked like a shell of her former self. With shaking hands, Fawna turned the hot water on to try and was some of the dirt off her face and hands. Even with getting some of the dirt off, she still felt so dirty. 

It wasn’t until she was looking at the mirror again she realized she was crying. The tears were hot against her still cold cheeks as she finally broke down. She just hurt so much and she was terrified. Fawna didn’t want get taken again. She had just gone back to her shop to restock for the boys and ended up in some cold basement on the floor for weeks. She couldn’t remember if they had just dropped her off in the middle of no where or if she escaped, but she had to make sure they wouldn’t come back for her. 

Finally emerging from the bathroom, Fawna made her way back up front to the counter. “Do you have a phone I could borrow to make a quick phone call?” The man informed her of the payphone outside. Her face dropped realizing that she didn’t have any money to even pay for a call. But she guessed the man noticed and he ended up giving her a handful of change. With that act of kindness she nearly started crying again. She thanked the man and swore she paid him back but he just encouraged her to make her call. 

She made quick work of going outside and slipping into the phone booth. It took her a moment to recall Dean’s number but she had luckily memorized the eldest brother’s number. Her slim fingers quickly punched out the number and held the phone up to her ear. The line rung for a moment before it went silent. “D-Dean?” She asked gently into the reciver on the phone. “It’s Fawna… I-I need help, please.” The girl spoke quietly afraid that someone might hear her outside of the booth.

In the couple of weeks since he’d met Fawna, Dean had thought about calling her to check up on her. She’d stayed with them for a couple of weeks before she had to go to back to her shop and part of Dean had been hopeful that she’d come right back. But that had been weeks ago and Dean hadn’t heard anything from the witch. Sam had pointed out, on multiple occasions, that he should just stop pouting and call her but Dean didn’t want to disrupt her if she needed alone time. 

But when Cas had come around about a group of people kidnapping witches, Dean had gotten worried for Fawna and tired to call her. Getting nothing but her voicemail had frustrated him, and he’d gone straight to Cas to ask if he knew where she was. When the angel had said no, Dean had gotten into the Impala and driven to the store where they had first met. Finding the shop empty, and with signs that Fawna hadn’t been around for at least a couple of weeks, almost sent Dean into a panic. Fawna would never just abandon her shop, that much he was certain of.

He’d taken to going to asking about her in the small town near her shop, but none of them had seen or heard from her. Which was all adding up to Fawna being taken by someone or in some other sort of trouble. He had just taken out his phone to call Sam about what was going on, when an unknown number flashed on his screen. Part of him didn’t want to answer it, but this number wasn’t one he gave out to just anyone.

Answering the phone, but not saying anything a trick his dad had taught him. Never answer the phone unless you knew who was on the other end had been practically drilled into his head before the first time he’d been left alone with Sammy at the age of six. But it was Fawna’s voice spilling through the speaker, scared and just a little broken, not some random person who’d dialed the wrong number. “Fawna? Where are you?”

[simxfawna]

Friend or Foe?

[deanxxwinchesters]

simxfawna:

Fawna was humming a quiet tune as she cleaned her little shop. She owned a little plant shop in the front and a witch’s apothecary in the back. Fawna only did spells and potions by request, if one knew what she did. The blonde would do nothing but healing spells, seeing as they had little to no harm to the greater scheme of the universe. She loved healing people in fact, it made her feel whole again.

She had lost her little sister to an illness and that’s when Fawna got into witchcraft. She tried to bring her sister back from the dead and that ended in a huge disaster but Fawna then decided to use her new found powers for good. She wanted to save people from the heartache that she felt. It was an amazing feeling.

What wasn’t amazing now was hearing the chimes on her door right before closing. That was usually a late nighter begging her to save a nearly dead person. It hurt her when she saw things like that, it was hard to bring them back to life when they were that close to death. Fawna always tried, sometimes it worked but others time it didn’t. She hoped it wasn’t a late nighter.

The blonde came from the back of her store with her little broom, a small smile on her face. “Good evening, sir. What can I do for you? – Last minute date roses?”

Dean hated small towns. There wasn’t anything to do after they were done with a hunt and most of them were too small to even have a burger shop. The only upside to smaller towns was little hole in the wall mom and pop diners that sold pie that was good enough to make everything okay. Of course Sam didn’t complain because rabbit food was rabbit food no matter where you ordered it, or so he said.

But this little town also seemed to have a witch problem, and that was supposed to be their main concern while in the small town. But after a second, failed, interview where everyone seemed so far in denial both Winchesters were starting to doubt the witches were real. So Sam had gone off to do his research and Dean had parked the Impala somewhere and decided to poke his head around the little shops littering the main road.

One of them looked to be a flower shop, and the only reason he’d gone in was because Sam had been pestering him lately about buying more lavender for one of the spells he’d found in the bunker. If any place was going to have it, it’d be a plant shop, or at least that’s what Dean told himself as he glanced around at all the flowers decorating the place.

“Uh, no,” he chuckled light, not jumping at all when someone suddenly appeared from the back. "Giving a girl flowers isn’t my thing but if it were you’d be my first place to stop.” He paused, glancing around the shop again, trying to find out where she’d suddenly appeared from without making it seem like he was searching for it. “My kid brother is obsessed with lavender all of a sudden and I figured a plant shop was the best place to find some. Got any?”