Summary: Mikey glad to have you back and he knows just how to prove it.
MikeyBerzatto X Fem!Reader
Warning: 18+ only smut!!! age gap (20ish reader x 30+ mikey), rough p in v sex, pet names used, breeding kink & yeah basically porn no plot!
Part 2 of 2! แข๐ญฉ
His kitchen was quiet, the hum of the fridge and Mikey's fingers tapping the counter top. He stood so close, his shoulders filled your view of the kitchen. The sandwich sat as a wall between your elbows, untouched after he handed it to you. He stood there just looking, studying every freckle on your nose, every line on your brow.
"You got prettier while you were away," he reached up with a calloused hand and tucked your loose hair behind your ear, "someone your tryin' to look good for?"
The rush of scarlet into your cheeks burned, the question hung between you, teasing but carrying an edge. Your mouth opened, to lie, to make up a fictional man who liked seeing your hair curled and makeup done. Your mouth shut, a small breath hitched in the back of your throat.
He smiled. He noticed. His smile drifted slowly into the corner of his lips, the kind where he actually cared about what was happening in your head, like he wanted to peel back all your layers to dissect exactly how you were feeling.
"Or," he said sliding away the plate in front of you, "Did you make sure you looked pretty for me?"
Oh, how badly you wanted to lie, wanted to say no, maybe even laugh it off to really sell it. The sound of your heart was hammering in your ear, your mouth couldn't possibly form a response.
Stupid. stupid. stupid.
"Talk to me baby," He leaned in closer, "Who are you lookin so pretty for?" He inched just a little closer.
"I just curled my hair Mikey," your voice was soft but at least you managed to get words out, frail and soft but nonetheless words were spoken.
Mikey laughed , his eyes looked to you as he leaned in just close enough that his stumble scratched your cheek, the smell of his beer and cigarettes mix in your nose.
"You didn't curl it for me?" He whispered velvety-rough, then without waiting, a soft kiss planted on your lips.
Just a brush of him, the taste of him lingering. His lips were gentle like he was asking for permission. You look at him, eyes wide, the hot ball in your stomach growing needy. He kissed you again, deeper, longer, his movements are perciese and urgent.
One hand slid down to your thigh, his hand spread warmth through the denim sending the heat from your stomach straight down to your core. His other stayed at your jaw his rough thumb brushing under your bottom lip.
All you could do was melt into him, melt into the man who made you spaghettiO's, who made your plate at thanksgiving, the man who would walk you to the bus stopโฆ
His thumb made its way across your lips again, pressing gently into your mouth before his lips dipped down again, hands grabbing your face like you might just run away.
Mikeyโs lips deepened into you-he was tasting every inch of you. His hands slithered down to your thigh, squeezing and sliding further where you needed him. He kissed you with a rhythm- soft and gentle like a rehearsed way, like heโd been thinking of you a lot. Thinking about how youโd taste on his tongue.
You could feel his breath tighten when you kissed him with equal confidence, without a second of hesitation. His fingers tensed around the apex of your thighs when you leaned further into him.
Mikey was out of breath, he pulled back just enough to scan your body, the delicate mess of your hair and the peaks of your nipples shining through your top.
His gruff voice was laced with whatever humor he could muster, โsweetheart, don't do this to me.โ He shook his head, almost like that could ever deter you, โwe canโt do this.โ
His words were firm yet his hands still found your hips and his eyes still found your lips. He shook his head, he knew this was wrong, that he needed to push you away.
But he didn't instead he stayed put as you crashed into him, lips smashed and teeth grazing, you needed him and needed him now. The kiss was feverish, mouths messy and breaths ragged. His hands worked up the strength to press against your throbbing core through your jeans.
His voice was rough in your ear, "Baby...take 'em off." He wanted to see all of you, and slowly Mikey peeled those jeans down your hips himself, taking the time to grab a handful of ass and thigh on his way down. You rip your top off exposing your lacy matching bra, nipples visible throught he fabric.
His breath hitched the second he saw your lace panties. They could have been whatever color and fabric, it didn't matter. The fact that you were wearing them, even if they weren't for him damn near killed him.
With one smooth motion he hooked his finger through the elastic and tugged you towards him, his hand slid down between your thighs, the calloused pads of his middle and pointer finger brushing right past where it mattered.
"Mikey no teas-" You started just as he dipped both fingers in, the sharp adjustment was quick and hot as his fingers slid between the lace and straight for your cunt.
"Dirty girl, look how much your takin' already." The hot breath on your neck was orgasam fuel, but he wouldn't let you off that fast. His fingers were thick and hard but not cruel, he knew exactly how to make his angel feel good.
As moans tore from your mouth, Mikey swallowed them, engulfing each sound like it belonged to him, like you belonged to him. He tested you, seeing how far he could reach inside you before you went twitchy and arched into him, another kiss crashed down onto your lips pulling you into him.
He found the spot inside you, the one that made your back arch off the counter or whatever surface you were on. Your mind was so clouded you could be fucked on the roof and never even noticed. He held his position inside you, fingers exploring every inch of your cunt while his other hand made gentle circles on your clit. No teasing. No withdrawal.
Just pleasing.
Mikey felt it, felt the way your body was aching around his fingers, the whimpers that flooded his mouth, he could see you werent just into him, you needed him.
His breath came heavier now, chest rising every time your hips bucked up. "Baby have you ever been fingered before?" His head cocked to the side & without breaking eye contact, he added a third finger.
"Has anyone touched you like this? Maybe you feel good?" It was agony, you needed more or you needing a release.
He knew it didn't matter, who cared who touched you before, who got to see this version of you, none of them had you trembling like he did.
He made laps with his thumb around your clit, your hands reaching for his wrist, "Cum for me sweetheart, show me how pretty you look." Your moans filled the kitchen, drowning out whatever show had been playing on the TV. Your whole body shook, your legs begged to slam shut around his arm until you reached that sweet beautiful release. Your orgasam came hard, your cum dripping down his hand.
Mikey's fingers stayed inside you just a second longer, working in that perfect rhythm before slowly pulling out, his thumb grazing your aching clit one last time before he stood.
Towering over you, the full frame of him casted a shadow in his dim kitchen. His hands found your waist, pulling your ass to his solid cock through his jeans. You could feel just about every inch of him, the sound of his belt clicking off of him was all you needed.
Mikey makes moves with his hands to bend you over the counter, cold marble meeting your chest. He played with your entrence for a little, pushing the head of his cock around you, circling your clit before he finally pushed his way into you.
This was hunger. This was raw and this was urgent, he didn't waste his time before he settled into his rhythm. Finding a pace that reminded you just whos counter you were getting fucked on.
Hard, deep strokes that made the counter creak under the weight of you two. each thrust grew a little deeper, his thighs hitting yours with every snap forward.
He made sure you felt every inch of you inside him, "How's that feelin baby?"
His hands made their way to your throat, forcing you to look him through teary eyes, "Mikey fu-fuck" It was almost painful to make out any words. You bucked you hips back into him, forcing yourself to take all of him harder and harder.
"stay quite baby, you ain't gotta talk. let me make you feel good."
Your eyes started to release tears, it felt like he was ripping into you, but God did it feel like bliss.
He found his pace with one hand in your hair and the other on your throat, "Are you gonna let me fill you up baby?" You could have said yes to whatever he wanted in that moment but between whatever whimpers and moans you could muster, you begged "Yes, y-yes please. I wanna feel it please."
Just what he needed, his little girl begging him to fill her up, to see his cum drip down her thighs.
The moment he came, mikeys entire body tensed, his mouth left open by the rough grunts as his hips stuttered inside you as he spilled into your cunt. Hot pulses pushed the cum in deeper, he didn't pull out right away, he made sure he stayed there for a second.
Then gently, so gently in fact it surprised you, he spun you around facing him. Chest to chest.
His big hands cupped your facem the same ones that had just been on your throat were suddenly so careful.
His eyes were dark and sweet, sweat trickled down his face as he ran a finger across your lips. "You did good baby, guess that school has taught you somethin?" His smile was sweet, like the boy who grew up with you kind of sweet.
"Gotta getcha cleaned up now sweetheart."
Oh my fuck that took forever !!!! SO SORRY!!!!! I just finished moving & im finally able to write again! YIPPIE
@gradysbaby & @tintedrose2609 - แข๐ญฉ i hope this was worth the extremely long wait lol!
Summary: You're home for the summer and boy, oh boy, is Mikey glad to have you back.
wc: 2.3
MikeyBerzatto X Fem!Reader
Warning: drinkin' & swearin', nothin but fluff (for now)
Part 1 of 2!
It was hard to remember a night in the Berzatto house without you in the picture, Carmy and you had been conjoined at the hip sometime between the three year torture that is middle school. Between sneaking around the living room for late night movies and science projects, you found yourself with your very own key to the house.
Walking in after a long day as a seventeen year old with Donna and Sugar hollering you over to the kitchen, begging you to stay for dinner despite never missing a meal with them. Spending your holidays in that house felt obvious, every Christmas was loud and filled with too many drunk people. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, Carmy managed to keep by you, sneaking extra holiday cookies and laughing at whatever argument had broken out.
Mikey was always there, loud, magnetic and constantly surrounded by people yet still managed to see you whether it was ruffling your hair as you walked inside, stealing the cookie's you frosted insisting it was the better tasting one, asking you about your boyfriends while he slipped you a extra cannoli. He was always Mikey. Always Carmy's older brother.
After highschool, you exchanged chicago winters for texas summer's, enrolling at a small state school for a degree in creative writing, wasn't glamorous by any means but it didn't need to be. It wasn't home.
Every thanksgiving, christmas and summer you found yourself packing your bags earlier and earlier just to find yourself right back where you'd always been. Coming back home was it's own tradition, long dinners that stretched till three in the morning, movies playing in the background while everyone talked over each other, afternoons spread across the families couch like it was your own.
After the painful drive from Texas to chicago, finals were behind you and the first place you stopped, before fully dropping your bags at your parents place, was the all too familar back door of The Original Beef of Chicagoland.
By the end of sophomore year, you had your routine down to a science. Four months in Texas then three in Chicago. Your summer classes were getting harder and harder - the books weren't cheap and if you wanted to afford the fall semester, you needed a job. Quickly.
The small bell chimed as you stepped inside the restaurant, Mikey looked up from the prep counter knife still slicing onions, his face began to light up. "C'mere sweetheart," He laughed wiping his hands on the towel hanging from his pocket. In two strides his arms met your body pulling you into him, lifting you just enough that your feet brushed the floor. "Hi Mikey," you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders
"Would ya'look at you," he chuckled, setting you back down, keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grin was wide as ever looking over you, shaking his head. "You seen Carmy yet?"
"No, not yet. I'm headed to his place in a second. He's makin me dinner." You smile, just happy to be home.
"That right?" Mikey grinned, "Hope he don't poison ya." His smile lingered for a moment before his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, like a million thoughts crossed his mind at the same time.
"Need'a job?"
The question caught you off gaurd, "Wha-what?" you stammered.
"You need a job, Bear?" he repeated, "Your home from the summer, yeah?"
You blinked, shrugging your shoulders, "When do I start?"
"Tomrrow." There wasn't a ounce of hesitation in his words, he knew you, he'd known you basically your entire life. Of course he'd let you in.
Carmy's studio was small enough that the kitchen, bedroom and living room all blurred into one. A worn couch sat opposite a television balanced on glass bottles and a mattress on wooden pallets. He had barely let you through the front door before shoving a glass of wine into your hand.
"Come on sit down." You laughed, kicking your shoes off before finding your way onto the worn in couch.
Garlic and herbs filled the apartment, chopping and water boiling was all you could hear while you watched Carmy work, him asking the normal questions like how were finals, did you breakup with that guy, did you try any cool food.
"My brit-lit professor assigned us twelve books this semester." You rubbed your eyebrows with the tips of your fingers, "Who the fuck does that dude." Carmy snorted into his wine, "...that might be abusive."
By the time dinner was plated and served, the bottle of wine had gone empty. You sat cross-legged next to Carmy, the conversation drifting from Sugar, to Richie, to whatever disaster Mikey was causing the week prior to your arrival. You were laughing so hard at whatever stories were told that wine nearly came out your nose, "Jeez Carm, I missed this."
Carmy looked to you, soft smile tugging at his mouth, "yeah. it's nice." A comfortable silence fell between y'all, Seinfeld filling your ears before your phone buzzed against the wood of the coffee table.
MIKEY
You still with my brother?
YOU
Yes. What's up?
The bubbled appeared almost instantly.
MIKEY
Tell him to quit hogging you.
Another came through.
Come over. Have some beer with me.
Before you could even begin to process what your phone is displaying, two more vibrations.
MIKEY
Don't you want to spend the first night of your summer taking care of drunk and sad Richie?
YOU
Sounds like a blast.
Same apartment?
MIKEY
You know it Sweetheart. Get here quick.
Carmy glanced up from his glass of wine, the smile on your lips was more than apparent. "What are you smiling for?" Carm's tone was always slightly sceptical, like nothing could mean good news.
You slide your phone across the couch, "uh it's Mikey." Carmy's eyes skimmed the phone in front of him before letting out a laugh from his nose. "...different."
"What?"
He handed your phone back, "Nothin'." You frowned at the screen, fiddling with the rings on your hand. "I've never uh...just gone to his place before."
"So?" Carmy shrugs. You studied the messages, the invitation wasn't strange but it was always Carmy having you tag along, never just you. Sure, Richie was there but still, you couldn't remember a single time where Mikey had just texted you to come over.
"You think i should go?"
Carmy was more than puzzled by your question, "Your twenty. Do whatever you want." That was it, no teasing, no sly smile, like this was the everyday request from Mikey.
The train ride to his place was short, the evening air was muggy but not suffocating, the wine was making your stomach feel tight or maybe it was seeing Mikey like this. It was the wine, definitely just the wine.
By the time you climed the steps to his door, the city had spurred into it's usual summer rhythm of sirens, laugher and music. You knocked twice on the door in front of you, hearing a tv and shuffling from the other side before the door swung open.
Mikey's grin stretched from ear to ear, "Bout time you got here, sweetheart." He leaned on the doorframe in a faded grey top, sleeves rolled up and a beer hanging from his fingers.
You huffed a laugh, "wasn't aware I had a schedule." He stepped aside, holding the door open, as you passed him his shoulder brushed yours. A fleeting and light touch, just enough to be accidental but enough to feel him, his body warmth through
Then, from behind you he cleared his throat and called out, "Richie! Baby Bear's here!"
A muffled voice from the kitchen came echoing in, "Bout damn time!"
"I told you all to stop calling me that." Richie appeared around the corner with a bear in one hand and a cigarette tucked in the other, "Yeah?" he smirked, "And yet...you still respond."
Mikey chuckled quietly behind you before nudging your shoulder with his own. The apartment was exactly what you could expect from two single men in their thirties. A mismatched couch, empty bottles scattered, and a coffee table full of cigarette butts. Richie tossed you a beer from the fridge, "Welcome home."
Hours slipped by quicker than you could imagine, one beer became three, then three became eight. Richie was describing the latest way Mikey caused a disaster at the restuarant.
"Your a fuckin liar man," Mikey muttered, nudging your knee with his own under the coffee table.
"I ain't lyin!" Richies hands were defending himself, "You were bitchin and whinin about every customer who walked in Bro!"
"Was not!"
"This guy's askin' for ketchup" Ritchie had pitched his voice up to preform a terrible impression of pissed of Mikey, "This bitch wants extra peppers..."
Mikey groaned, taking a sip of his beer and dragging a hand down his face, "I have never fuckin' sounded like that."
Richie pointed to you, head tilting. "You do kinda sound like that..." You shrug, biting back the laugh in your throat.
"Oh, fuck you," Mikey laughed, reaching over your lap and stealing the beer bottle from your hand.
"Hey!"
He leans back, kicking his feet up on to the coffee table-empty bottles, "Y'know kid," He said slow dragging his words out, "I always thought about you, your life down in Texas." He gestured to you, "Now your back...workin' and drinkin'." He watched you, intentionally, studying, noticing how your hair fell behind your ear, how your fingers turned red from the cold bottle in your hand, how your cheeks are flushed.
"I ain't complainin' ," he added softly, then smirked again, "Hell definitely not complainin'." Mikey leans forward, settling his elbows on knees.
"You gotta place for the summer? or you just crashin' at your folks?" His smirk was soft, resting on the edges of his lips as he watched you, waiting for a response. He took another slow sip from his bottle, dark eyes never leaving yours.
"yeah im uh, yeah staying with my parents." Your eyes were focused on your hands, tips red from the cold bottle in between them. Your parents were kind, were normal by all measure but they never were able to fill the house with love or joy. The Berzatto house although acompanied with a alcoholic mother and turmoil, was real. Real fights, real conversations, real affection.
Mikey just nodded, his rough hand made its way to your shoulder, his middle finger rubbing slow, soft circles, mindless and gentle. Your heart began to betray you, speeding up and threatening to lurch right out of your chest.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Mikey was your best friends brother. He made you spaghetti-O's after school & let you sit on his lap when the dinner table was full. How terribly your body betrayed you, your jeans were clinging to your skin, your entire body felt hot all from a couple of touches.
This is just the beer. You've been drinking all day and you haven't really eaten, its just the beer.
"You alright sweetheart?" Mikey's voice rips you from your little daydream, his face is serious but somehow soft.
Your stomach formed knots, that one little name, so simple but it so easily unraveled you. You swallowed hard as his hand drifted to your knee, squeezing it. "Yeah-Yeah, im fine," Your voice was shaky, coming out thinner than you'd hope. He didn't buy it. Of course he didn't. His brows were zipped together and his thumb was stroking your knee, warmth following wherever he trailed.
Richie rambled on with whatever story he was telling, too wrapped up to even digest what was playing out in front of him. Too wrapped up to see Mikey lean into you, nothing romantic but close enough to whisper, "need some food sweetheart?" His head was tilted into you, eyes deep and thoughtful like he could read everything you were thinking or feeling.
He didn't wait for an answer, he was already moving-standing with whatever grace he had after 12 beers. "Bro, where the fuck are you goin'?" Richie threw his hands up, "Gettin' her somethin' to fuckin eat," Mikey pointed with his bottle gesturing to the kitchen. Mikey took hold of your elbow firm enough to where you'd pose no protest and took you to the cramped kitchen.
"Ah fuck." Richie exhaturbasted from the kitchen, "Tiff is blowing my phone up I gotta run." The man slides his leather jacket all while Mikey just looks at him, "Tell her ass to calm down bro." He barely acknowledged the man leaving, already scanning the fridge for anything of substance.
"Alright sweetheart," he said eyes still scanning over whatever ingredients cold form a meal, "M'gonna make you somethin'."
Before you could argue or insist on ordering in- he was already pulling out bread and his cold cuts. The counter was already cramped with takeout menus and old beer cans. The usual 30 year old man apartment.
"Turkey or ham, sweetness?" He glaced to you, hands busy working.
You opened your mouth, then closed. The second your body digest the word, sweetness, your mouth went dry, the electricity shot up and down your spine.
"Turkey, please." Your voice more solid than before.
He nodded, this time not looking up, "Good girl." He started layering the sandwhich, turkey, lettuce, tomato slices all on top of buttered bread. His hands moved quickly, just like how they did in the Beef, or when he fixed your leaky faucet or when he tied your shoes.
Good girl.
the praise had been called out like it was casual, like how sweetness and sweetheart never made you break a sweat. He added pickles to your sandwich, he passed you the ceramic plate, "Here," he said softly, turning his face to you fully as he brushed his knuckles over your soft hands. He was careful and slow, every brush felt like a electrical shock, your stomach was just about in knots.
"I missed ya kid." He smiled, soft and true. He really did miss you, he missed having you study at The Beef, he missed you around Donna's house, he missed you everyday. His eyes held yours, warm and tired but somehow managed to tell you everything.
A/N: What if i confessed im actually just now watching the bear....very late to the party! If you enjoyed LET ME KNOOWWW!
I feel like Iโm blue balling but I swear Iโm not trying too ๐ญ๐ญ I am in the middle of moving & working full time ON TOP of a full summer semester in uniโฆi swear part 2 is coming ๐ซฐ๐ป
Summary: You're home for the summer and boy, oh boy, is Mikey glad to have you back.
wc: 2.3
MikeyBerzatto X Fem!Reader
Warning: drinkin' & swearin', nothin but fluff (for now)
Part 1 of 2!
It was hard to remember a night in the Berzatto house without you in the picture, Carmy and you had been conjoined at the hip sometime between the three year torture that is middle school. Between sneaking around the living room for late night movies and science projects, you found yourself with your very own key to the house.
Walking in after a long day as a seventeen year old with Donna and Sugar hollering you over to the kitchen, begging you to stay for dinner despite never missing a meal with them. Spending your holidays in that house felt obvious, every Christmas was loud and filled with too many drunk people. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, Carmy managed to keep by you, sneaking extra holiday cookies and laughing at whatever argument had broken out.
Mikey was always there, loud, magnetic and constantly surrounded by people yet still managed to see you whether it was ruffling your hair as you walked inside, stealing the cookie's you frosted insisting it was the better tasting one, asking you about your boyfriends while he slipped you a extra cannoli. He was always Mikey. Always Carmy's older brother.
After highschool, you exchanged chicago winters for texas summer's, enrolling at a small state school for a degree in creative writing, wasn't glamorous by any means but it didn't need to be. It wasn't home.
Every thanksgiving, christmas and summer you found yourself packing your bags earlier and earlier just to find yourself right back where you'd always been. Coming back home was it's own tradition, long dinners that stretched till three in the morning, movies playing in the background while everyone talked over each other, afternoons spread across the families couch like it was your own.
After the painful drive from Texas to chicago, finals were behind you and the first place you stopped, before fully dropping your bags at your parents place, was the all too familar back door of The Original Beef of Chicagoland.
By the end of sophomore year, you had your routine down to a science. Four months in Texas then three in Chicago. Your summer classes were getting harder and harder - the books weren't cheap and if you wanted to afford the fall semester, you needed a job. Quickly.
The small bell chimed as you stepped inside the restaurant, Mikey looked up from the prep counter knife still slicing onions, his face began to light up. "C'mere sweetheart," He laughed wiping his hands on the towel hanging from his pocket. In two strides his arms met your body pulling you into him, lifting you just enough that your feet brushed the floor. "Hi Mikey," you laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders
"Would ya'look at you," he chuckled, setting you back down, keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grin was wide as ever looking over you, shaking his head. "You seen Carmy yet?"
"No, not yet. I'm headed to his place in a second. He's makin me dinner." You smile, just happy to be home.
"That right?" Mikey grinned, "Hope he don't poison ya." His smile lingered for a moment before his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, like a million thoughts crossed his mind at the same time.
"Need'a job?"
The question caught you off gaurd, "Wha-what?" you stammered.
"You need a job, Bear?" he repeated, "Your home from the summer, yeah?"
You blinked, shrugging your shoulders, "When do I start?"
"Tomrrow." There wasn't a ounce of hesitation in his words, he knew you, he'd known you basically your entire life. Of course he'd let you in.
Carmy's studio was small enough that the kitchen, bedroom and living room all blurred into one. A worn couch sat opposite a television balanced on glass bottles and a mattress on wooden pallets. He had barely let you through the front door before shoving a glass of wine into your hand.
"Come on sit down." You laughed, kicking your shoes off before finding your way onto the worn in couch.
Garlic and herbs filled the apartment, chopping and water boiling was all you could hear while you watched Carmy work, him asking the normal questions like how were finals, did you breakup with that guy, did you try any cool food.
"My brit-lit professor assigned us twelve books this semester." You rubbed your eyebrows with the tips of your fingers, "Who the fuck does that dude." Carmy snorted into his wine, "...that might be abusive."
By the time dinner was plated and served, the bottle of wine had gone empty. You sat cross-legged next to Carmy, the conversation drifting from Sugar, to Richie, to whatever disaster Mikey was causing the week prior to your arrival. You were laughing so hard at whatever stories were told that wine nearly came out your nose, "Jeez Carm, I missed this."
Carmy looked to you, soft smile tugging at his mouth, "yeah. it's nice." A comfortable silence fell between y'all, Seinfeld filling your ears before your phone buzzed against the wood of the coffee table.
MIKEY
You still with my brother?
YOU
Yes. What's up?
The bubbled appeared almost instantly.
MIKEY
Tell him to quit hogging you.
Another came through.
Come over. Have some beer with me.
Before you could even begin to process what your phone is displaying, two more vibrations.
MIKEY
Don't you want to spend the first night of your summer taking care of drunk and sad Richie?
YOU
Sounds like a blast.
Same apartment?
MIKEY
You know it Sweetheart. Get here quick.
Carmy glanced up from his glass of wine, the smile on your lips was more than apparent. "What are you smiling for?" Carm's tone was always slightly sceptical, like nothing could mean good news.
You slide your phone across the couch, "uh it's Mikey." Carmy's eyes skimmed the phone in front of him before letting out a laugh from his nose. "...different."
"What?"
He handed your phone back, "Nothin'." You frowned at the screen, fiddling with the rings on your hand. "I've never uh...just gone to his place before."
"So?" Carmy shrugs. You studied the messages, the invitation wasn't strange but it was always Carmy having you tag along, never just you. Sure, Richie was there but still, you couldn't remember a single time where Mikey had just texted you to come over.
"You think i should go?"
Carmy was more than puzzled by your question, "Your twenty. Do whatever you want." That was it, no teasing, no sly smile, like this was the everyday request from Mikey.
The train ride to his place was short, the evening air was muggy but not suffocating, the wine was making your stomach feel tight or maybe it was seeing Mikey like this. It was the wine, definitely just the wine.
By the time you climed the steps to his door, the city had spurred into it's usual summer rhythm of sirens, laugher and music. You knocked twice on the door in front of you, hearing a tv and shuffling from the other side before the door swung open.
Mikey's grin stretched from ear to ear, "Bout time you got here, sweetheart." He leaned on the doorframe in a faded grey top, sleeves rolled up and a beer hanging from his fingers.
You huffed a laugh, "wasn't aware I had a schedule." He stepped aside, holding the door open, as you passed him his shoulder brushed yours. A fleeting and light touch, just enough to be accidental but enough to feel him, his body warmth through
Then, from behind you he cleared his throat and called out, "Richie! Baby Bear's here!"
A muffled voice from the kitchen came echoing in, "Bout damn time!"
"I told you all to stop calling me that." Richie appeared around the corner with a bear in one hand and a cigarette tucked in the other, "Yeah?" he smirked, "And yet...you still respond."
Mikey chuckled quietly behind you before nudging your shoulder with his own. The apartment was exactly what you could expect from two single men in their thirties. A mismatched couch, empty bottles scattered, and a coffee table full of cigarette butts. Richie tossed you a beer from the fridge, "Welcome home."
Hours slipped by quicker than you could imagine, one beer became three, then three became eight. Richie was describing the latest way Mikey caused a disaster at the restuarant.
"Your a fuckin liar man," Mikey muttered, nudging your knee with his own under the coffee table.
"I ain't lyin!" Richies hands were defending himself, "You were bitchin and whinin about every customer who walked in Bro!"
"Was not!"
"This guy's askin' for ketchup" Ritchie had pitched his voice up to preform a terrible impression of pissed of Mikey, "This bitch wants extra peppers..."
Mikey groaned, taking a sip of his beer and dragging a hand down his face, "I have never fuckin' sounded like that."
Richie pointed to you, head tilting. "You do kinda sound like that..." You shrug, biting back the laugh in your throat.
"Oh, fuck you," Mikey laughed, reaching over your lap and stealing the beer bottle from your hand.
"Hey!"
He leans back, kicking his feet up on to the coffee table-empty bottles, "Y'know kid," He said slow dragging his words out, "I always thought about you, your life down in Texas." He gestured to you, "Now your back...workin' and drinkin'." He watched you, intentionally, studying, noticing how your hair fell behind your ear, how your fingers turned red from the cold bottle in your hand, how your cheeks are flushed.
"I ain't complainin' ," he added softly, then smirked again, "Hell definitely not complainin'." Mikey leans forward, settling his elbows on knees.
"You gotta place for the summer? or you just crashin' at your folks?" His smirk was soft, resting on the edges of his lips as he watched you, waiting for a response. He took another slow sip from his bottle, dark eyes never leaving yours.
"yeah im uh, yeah staying with my parents." Your eyes were focused on your hands, tips red from the cold bottle in between them. Your parents were kind, were normal by all measure but they never were able to fill the house with love or joy. The Berzatto house although acompanied with a alcoholic mother and turmoil, was real. Real fights, real conversations, real affection.
Mikey just nodded, his rough hand made its way to your shoulder, his middle finger rubbing slow, soft circles, mindless and gentle. Your heart began to betray you, speeding up and threatening to lurch right out of your chest.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Mikey was your best friends brother. He made you spaghetti-O's after school & let you sit on his lap when the dinner table was full. How terribly your body betrayed you, your jeans were clinging to your skin, your entire body felt hot all from a couple of touches.
This is just the beer. You've been drinking all day and you haven't really eaten, its just the beer.
"You alright sweetheart?" Mikey's voice rips you from your little daydream, his face is serious but somehow soft.
Your stomach formed knots, that one little name, so simple but it so easily unraveled you. You swallowed hard as his hand drifted to your knee, squeezing it. "Yeah-Yeah, im fine," Your voice was shaky, coming out thinner than you'd hope. He didn't buy it. Of course he didn't. His brows were zipped together and his thumb was stroking your knee, warmth following wherever he trailed.
Richie rambled on with whatever story he was telling, too wrapped up to even digest what was playing out in front of him. Too wrapped up to see Mikey lean into you, nothing romantic but close enough to whisper, "need some food sweetheart?" His head was tilted into you, eyes deep and thoughtful like he could read everything you were thinking or feeling.
He didn't wait for an answer, he was already moving-standing with whatever grace he had after 12 beers. "Bro, where the fuck are you goin'?" Richie threw his hands up, "Gettin' her somethin' to fuckin eat," Mikey pointed with his bottle gesturing to the kitchen. Mikey took hold of your elbow firm enough to where you'd pose no protest and took you to the cramped kitchen.
"Ah fuck." Richie exhaturbasted from the kitchen, "Tiff is blowing my phone up I gotta run." The man slides his leather jacket all while Mikey just looks at him, "Tell her ass to calm down bro." He barely acknowledged the man leaving, already scanning the fridge for anything of substance.
"Alright sweetheart," he said eyes still scanning over whatever ingredients cold form a meal, "M'gonna make you somethin'."
Before you could argue or insist on ordering in- he was already pulling out bread and his cold cuts. The counter was already cramped with takeout menus and old beer cans. The usual 30 year old man apartment.
"Turkey or ham, sweetness?" He glaced to you, hands busy working.
You opened your mouth, then closed. The second your body digest the word, sweetness, your mouth went dry, the electricity shot up and down your spine.
"Turkey, please." Your voice more solid than before.
He nodded, this time not looking up, "Good girl." He started layering the sandwhich, turkey, lettuce, tomato slices all on top of buttered bread. His hands moved quickly, just like how they did in the Beef, or when he fixed your leaky faucet or when he tied your shoes.
Good girl.
the praise had been called out like it was casual, like how sweetness and sweetheart never made you break a sweat. He added pickles to your sandwich, he passed you the ceramic plate, "Here," he said softly, turning his face to you fully as he brushed his knuckles over your soft hands. He was careful and slow, every brush felt like a electrical shock, your stomach was just about in knots.
"I missed ya kid." He smiled, soft and true. He really did miss you, he missed having you study at The Beef, he missed you around Donna's house, he missed you everyday. His eyes held yours, warm and tired but somehow managed to tell you everything.
A/N: What if i confessed im actually just now watching the bear....very late to the party! If you enjoyed LET ME KNOOWWW!
A/N: WOW i was MIA!! I got promoted at work which means more hours but more money (YAY) but I have this done finally!! YAY!!
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The sunlight through the curtain burned through your eyelids, the warmth comforting but jarring. You stretch your arms above your head and lengthen your legs down, noticing how much space Dean had left you on the bed.ย
Dean.
Your hand stretches behind you, trying to feel where he laid eight hours ago.
Nothing.
You flip over to see just a dent in the blanket. You scanned the room, sunlight cascading in, illuminating every bit of dust in the air.ย
Deans gone.ย
Sams gone.
Murphy is gone.ย
You felt your heart in your throat. You threw off the blankets and sheets and scrambled upright, nearly tangling yourself up in the process.
The couch, empty.
The bathroom, empty.
No.ย
No, no, no.ย
They left you. He left you.ย
You grabbed the first pair of jeans and shirt you could find, yanking them on as fast as your trembling hands would let you. They left.
Shoving on your boots, you reached for the hotel door, something caught your eye. A folded up piece of paper sat on top of the old dresser, sitting next to a now cold coffee. A small heart was scribbled across the top.ย
Had to check something out. Weโll be back soon.
Sam has the leash. Stay in the room. Donโt answer the door for anyone.ย
โ Dean
You read it again.
And again.
And again.
A low bark came from outside the window, then another. Murphy. You rushed to the window, yanking the curtain back to fully inspect the parking lot. Dean was crouched beside something on the ground, Murphy was in the parking lot tail wagging and standing his post next to Sam, leash in hand.ย
Dean looked up, noticing your figure in the window. Even from 2 stories down he gestured to the note in your hand, his head tilting to the side like he was asking โ Did you read it?
You nodded.ย
Dean smiled and pointed at the room. Stay put. You made sure to roll your eyes big enough for him to see.ย
And rushed to the door handle.ย
What a dick.ย
What a dick.ย
WHAT A DICK.
You practically sprinted across the parking lot, Dean barely had a chance to stand up from where heโd been crouched by the time your hands hit his chest. Not hard, just enough to make him take a step back.
โWhat the HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU.โ
Dean blinked, bewildered at how anyone can be this passionate at 9am. โWhat?โ
โYOU LEFT!โ
His eyebrows pulled together, his hands rested on your shoulders, โI left a note thoughโ
โA note?!โ You held the crumpled piece of paper up before shoving it into his chest, โMore like I woke up and everyone was gone!โ
Murphy, deciding to finally greet his mother, leaves Samโs side and trots over to you, sitting right at ur calves.ย
Sam, making the smart decision, decides to take a couple steps back, leaving you and Dean to hash this out.ย
Dean stared at you.ย
Stared at the note in his chest.
Then back to you.ย
โYou thought I left?โ
Your laugh came out shaky, โWhat else was I supposed to think?โ You looked away,ย kicking the rocks under your feet.
Suddenly the anger that flooded your veins felt stupid. Of course he wouldnโt leave. He wouldnโt.
โI just thoughtโฆโ
Your voice was caught, you hated this. You hated how reactionary you became. You werenโt always like this. You used to be soft, used to be the sweetest girl, she wouldnโt even recognize you now.ย
His expression wasnโt irritated, confused, but never irritated. He cupped the back of your head with one hand and pulled you into him with the other, his lips meeting the top of your head. โI wouldโve woke you,โ he whispered, โIf we needed to leave.โ Dean rubbed your back, โI wouldโve woke you.โ Neither of you moved.
Murphy was leaning against your legs, huffing for someone to explain why he wasnโt the center of attention, with that you looked up meeting Dean's eyes.
โYou shouldโve left a better note.โ A small smile dances on his lips, โIโll make sure I wake you up next time, girlie.โ
โLets grab Sam and get breakfast, yeah?โ He walks you back to the hotel, hand on the lower part of your back. Of course the first thing on this man's agenda is to eat.ย
At the diner, you were watching Dean scarf down several pancakes while listening to Sam attempt to catch us up to whatever they need to be investigating.
โMan, are you even listening.โ Sam puts down the newspaper and shuts his notebook. โSammy, come on man, canโt a starving man satiate his hunger.โ His fork shoveling in more bits of pancake.
โOkay Sam,โ You ask, taking the newspaper from him and unfolding it, โexplain it one more time.โ
โWell, new neighborhood, construction stopped only 1 year ago.โ he flipped his page, โThree deaths in the last two weeks.โ
โWhat kind of deaths?โ
โWell one dad fell out of a window,โ Sam flipped another page.
โone was stringing up lights and somehow the lights strangled himโ
Dean snorted, โin June?" Sam just ignored him.
โand the third fell onto his wood saw.โย
Your mouth hung open, โ...And your sure this is some sort of evil thing doing this?โ
โWe need to scope it out but yes, im sure it is.โย
โCouldnโt it just be a case of really bad luck?โ
Finally chiming in, โSweetheart, nobodyโs that unlucky.โ
Thirty minutes later, the three of you are outside the white gates of a perfectly normal neighborhood.
Dean adjusted the fake badge hooked onto his belt, โCrime scene investigation.โ He flashes a all too confident smile, โDean, that says Federal Ghost Buster.โ Sam sighed, โMan i told you she would read it.โ Dean pointed at him, โYouโre supposed to be on my team, yโknow.โ
โYou two take the Allen house.โ He pointed to the red brick house at the end of a coldesac
โIll take the Bryanโsโ
Dean nodded
โCall if you need anythingโฆโ Sam turned to you, โand do not let him do all the talking.โ
Mrs. Allen answered the door after the second knock, her eyes were surrounded with tiredness, her hair messy and tangled. The kind of look you sported when your father died.
Dean flashed her the plastic badge, โHi maโam, we are following up after your husbands accident.โ Dean kept going, โDo you mind letting us in?โ
Mrs. Allen waived the both of yall in without further questioning, her house was quite, you noticed the photo albums turned over, poor lady was in the worst part of grief. One photo wasnโt turned over, a little girl maybe 8, cute little braid and big eyes standing next to the man whoโd died.ย
โHows your daughter handling the accident?โ You asked, cutting across the living room to inspect the photo. She was smiling in the photo, the little girl was clinging onto her dad. Your eyes brimmed with angry tears, what sick creature can just attack random families. Mrs. Allen called for her daughter.ย
โLilly! Get down here,"Little footsteps made their way down the stairs, Mrs. Allen nodded, โLilly say hello, the grown-ups want to talk to you about Daddy.โย
Lilly stood at the last stair, watching you and Dean in the living room, you smiled softly at her. โHi Lilly.โ you said quietly.ย
โYour dress is pretty.โ
Nothing.
The little girl was blank.
Not scared, not traumatized, not shy, just empty.ย
Dean looked at Mrs. Allen, โHas she uhโฆ always been the quiet type?โย
โNoโฆLet me show you where it happened.โ Mrs. Allen and Dean walk out the back door, leaving you with this little girl.
โLilly, I'm sorry about your dad. I lost my dad too. It sucks.โ You smile softly.
Lilly took a step back, then another, like your presence repulsed her. The hallway mirror caught your attention, you stood tall, eyes glued to the glass.
Lillyโs reflectionโฆ It was, a monster. Her skin was grey and wet. Her face was horrific. Black soulless eyes and a huge mouth with rings of teeth. This little girl was not the Lilly in the photograph. You looked back to the little girl on the stairs, she looked normal, physically, but back to the mirror she looked..
Normal again?ย
โWhat?โ
The little girl watched you and frowned. She turned her back and went upstairs.
You made your way to the backyard, finding Dean talking to the mother.ย
The backyard was perfect, bright with fresh flowers and a wooden playset.
Yet leaning on the wall, was a ladder covered in blood. Police tape was still blocking off the area closest to the wall.ย
โHe was just trying to fix a light.โ Mrs. Allen folded in on herself, Dean nodded โIn June?โย
โHe said it saved him time.โย
His fingers brushed lightly against one of the blood stains on the ground. Mrs. Allen quietly excused herself and stepped back inside.
โYou alright?โย
You swallowed, Dean was looking up at the ladder, completely obvious to the little girl staring out the window.ย
โDean.โ your voice was shakey, โShes sick or something. She isnโt normal.โ
He stood, walking towards you, eyebrows knitted tight.ย
โWhat does that mean?โ
Lilly was still there, standing, watching you. You pointed to the window, โI saw her, in the mirrorโ
โWhat was in the mirror?โ
โShe-she was grey.โ
โShe didnโt have eyes, they were just black.โ
โHer mouth was jus-โ You stopped, your stomach was in knots.
Dean was already reaching for his phone, โSammy.โ
โWe got it.โ
You looked back towards the window, Lilly was gone. The window was empty. Then a pink dot appeared below, in the kitchen window, Lilly stood there, perfectly still. The reflection in the glass wasnโt her.
The hotel room was a wreck.
Sam has every book spread across the bed, Dean paced.
Murphy was sat on the edge of the bed, head resting on your lap. After hours of debate, โI think i got it.โ Sam says, holding up a book.ย
Dean stopped pacing, his hands in fists resting on the bed, โSpit it out.โ
โA changeling.โ Sam help up a old journal and handed it to Dean.ย
You frown, eyes begging sam to explain, โThey steal kids.โย
The room was quite. Sam flipped a different book in your direction so you could see the sketch, it looked human-ish. Grey skin, long limbs, black eyes, and that freakish mouth.ย
Your stomach dropped.ย
Dean noticed, โThats what you saw?โ his eyebrows were high.ย
โIn the mirror yeah,โ you nodded to him.ย
Sam continued explaining, โThey take a kid.โ
โReplace it & hide it underground.โ
โThey off the dad and feed off the mom.โ
The words came out so matter-of-factly, it almost made you sick.ย
Mrs.Allen wasnโt in the depths of grief, she was dying. The circles around her eyes and the exhaustion. It was awful.ย
โSo lilly is-?โ
Samโs eyes were big and soft, โ...Possibly alive trapped underground.โย
You looked to him, โreally?โ
โWe need to find the nest and burn it.โ
You blinked, โB-burn it?โ
โItโs the only thing that kills them.โ
You guestered between the brothers, โSo we are just gonna torch a bunch of monster children?โ
Dean looked away,โThey ainโt kids, just dressinโ up like ones.โ He walked over to the duffel bag sitting on your bed, he unzipped it and pulled out a shotgun. He inspected its chamber and headed it to you, โI have one already?โ
โYeah well this one works better.โ You looked from the gun and to him, he took a step closer, โIf something happensโฆโ His voice got lower, quiter, he crouched down to be eye level with you.
You reached out, taking the weight of the gun into your guns, Dean running his hand over yours, โIf one of those things gets even close to youโฆโ His eyes could have burned holes into your head by now, โ...donโt you dare hesitate.โ
โWhat if it looks like a kid, Dean.โ You swallow hard.
โIt wonโt.โย
You look back at the gun, at his hand covering yours, he leaned closer just enough to where only your ears could hear him, โI would rather explain your mistakeโฆโ his hand squeezed yours tightly, โThen think about you getting hurt right now.โ
Your breath caught, he backed up, his face the slightest tint of pink.ย
โCome on guys, we got some smores to make.โ He laughed, swinging his arms through his jacket.ย
โOkay so we need three small propane tanks, hoses, and some gloves?โย
Sam names off the list, you were headed to the nearest supermarket.ย
Dean glanced over, โand lighter fluid.โ
The drive was quite but comfortable.
As the drive progressed, Deanโs hand settled on your leg.ย
It started at your knee, his middle finger making little circles on your knee-cap, casual and almost instinctive. More focused on the road ahead than what his fingers were doing.
The Impala hit a bump, his grip tightened just for a second before releasing. You look at the window, pretending this has no effect on you at all, pretending you're relaxed. A sharp turn came up ahead and as Dean steered with one hand, he slid his other higher, his rough palm spreading across the peak of your thigh.
Warm and heavy, like he was using your thigh to meditate, his fingers flexed once after the car straightened out. His hand leaving for a second to shift the car then instantly returning, the denim of your jeans felt too thin, too tight. You dared to look over at him but his eyes held firm on the road ahead.ย
One elbow popped on the window, his jaw slack, he looked relaxed. Like he didnโt even know how hard your heart was racing, like he wouldnโt ever have guessed the small heartbeat in your panties. You gaze at his fingers, rough knuckles covered in scars and tiny cuts. Hands that have killed, loaded countless shotguns, fixed engines.
The car turned again, his hand returning pressure to your thigh. Across the backseat, Sam lowered his book and let out the longest, most irritated sign. โYou took a left, not a right.โ
Dean blinked, โWhat?โย
โThe store dumbass, you took a wrong turn.โย
Dean looked back at his mirror and sure enough, the supermarket was behind the car. His eyes travelled to you, his hand still on your thigh, he pulled back like you suddenly burned his palm, the loss of warmth left you with a tinge of sadness, you cleared your throat, โPay attention next time.โย
By the time the sun had hidden away for the night, the brothers and you were ready for battle.ย You were inspecting the rig you were given, a small gas tank and a lighterโฆSounds safe enough.
โSweetness, come here for a second.โ Dean calls you over to him, both brothers standing near the car, โIf anything happens,โ he tucks a small hear behind your ear, โyou shoot and then you and murphy get the hell out of there.โ He doesnโt break eye contact, โDo you understand me?โ You nod your head.ย
โWords, please. โ His eyes, unrelenting but not mean, are fiercely green, โshoot and run, easy.โ You say sweetly, rocking back and forth on your toes to heels.ย
The Allenโs house was quite, almost deafening. Sam had disappeared up the stairs, following his EMF meter while you stayed close behind dean.ย
The makeshift flame thrower rested comfortably in his arms.ย
โYou stay behind me.โย
Your eyes rolled back, โYโknow im not five.โ
โNo.โ Dean glanced back, โYour a smart ass, worse.โ
You opened your mouth to argue, murphy growled.ย
Low and deep. Every hair on the dogs neck stood up. Immediately Deanโs arm shot across your chest, gently placing you behind him, your hands shot out to his arm, holding him close.
Murphy barked and then you saw it, in the mirror along the hallway, Lilly.ย
Except it wasnโt Lilly. Itโs freak mouth was open and stretched wide.ย
And then it was gone.ย
Deanโs voice called out, โSAM!โ
You didnโt waste a second before sprinting up the stairs, Dean swore under his breath.
The second floor boomed with the sound of a door slamming, then a little girls terrified scream. You reached for the doors handle before Dean pulled you away, arms locked around your waist, turning you away and putting you down against the wall.
โAbsoultely not.โ
โDean, what if itโs her.โ
โWhat if it isnt.โ
The room went silent.ย
Then another scream.ย
You ripped free from his hands and shoved the door open.ย
Empty. It was empty. Not even a bed was in the room. No Lilly either,
The closet door was handing ajar, the second you step farther into the room, Murphy explodes behind you, launching himself between you and the closet.
The grey arm grabs hold on you, long and sharp fingernails digging into your skin, blood drips down your arm. The wicked creature moved faster than you could think, Dean was faster, his shot rang in your ears, the impact of the bullet sending the creature backwards.ย
Dean shoved you behind him with so much force you nearly tumbled behind your own feet, You stared at him as he torched the nasty thing, the flames that erupted around him ceasing.ย
โWhat did I tell you to do.โ he twisted to face you
โAre you hurt?โ you blinked at him, his face covered in anger, โI said, are you hurt.โ
You looked at your bicep, in all fairness it looked nastier than it felt.ย
Deanโs face changed, his anger and fear disappeared.ย
He crossed the room in two large steps. His hands found your arm, inspecting it, his fingers brushing over the cut, his jaw was tight.ย
โIt doesnโt hurt Dean, I swear.โ
Deanโs eyes locked with yours.
โLike hell it does.โ
Sam made it to the room, hanging himself in the doorway out of breath. โGuys, I found-โ
He looked at the two of you, then at the gash on your arm. โWhat the hell happened?
Dean ignored him.ย
He dug into his jacket for a clean rag, his hands, the hunter hands that had just spent hours loading guns and killing a monster became careful and soft. He cleaned the cut and wiped what blood he could off of you.ย
โI promise Dean it does-โ
โIt couldโve been worse.โ
You looked at him, his green eyes focused on you like you were about to disappear, Sam sighed, โDean sheโs alive and standing, lets go.โ
Dean looked at his brother. You reached up for his sleeved bicep, and rested your hand gently, โim okay.โ
Apparently thats all he needed, his shoulders dropped and he let out a breath.ย
โLets torch the rest of these nasty fucks.โ
Dean never took his hand off you, his palm burned into the small of your back, guiding you, keeping you close. โStay close, sweetness.โ
You rolled your eyes, โIm gonna be fine..โ Dean opened the bedroom door, โYeah.โ
His hand never left you, โI know.โ
The tunnels were longer than you expected, the dirt walls and rotted beams of wood could fall any minute. Murphy found them first by pawing at the ground. The giant dog was leading the way until a childโs cry rang through the tunnels.
He bolted, barking so loudly and it echoed through your ears, โMURPHY,โ you hissed.
Dean was moving before your feet could collect themselves to go, then silence, barking stopped, and giggling? Murphy found the kids.
The three of you rounded the corner and spotted them, three children dirt and scared huddled behind rusted metal. Little Lilly was there, her hands wrapped around the bar, you fumbled to the kids, your kneeโs slamming into the dirt.ย
โItโs okay, you're safe now.โYou repeated to the littles.
โWeโre gonna get you home.โ
โDean!โ Behind you was chaos, sam fired first, deanโs shot gun roaring second, the children screamed through the tunnels.ย
โNo, No, I promise itโs okay!โ Your eyes were wet and you werenโt even the one in a cage.
A sharp growl came from over your left shoulder, a changeling stood at the end of the hall.
Donโt hesitate.
You fired. The first shot sent it back clutching itโs chest, just enough time to get the lock off the cage and the door open, you usher the kids out, Sam already carrying the smallest boy.ย
A second one came from the darkness, long fingers reaching around for you, the claws raked across your thigh, pain sank deep into your skin. You tightened your jaw and fired again, aiming for its head.ย
The monster collapsed.
Dean was beside you instantly, his hands found you, picking you up by your armpit, โYou hurt?โ
Blood dripped down your leg, covering the denim. โJust a little bit.โ
Dean looked ready to argue, โWe gotta move, now,โ
The hotel room was dead.
Murphy was asleep on Samโs bed, exhausted and covered in dirt.ย
Sam decided he couldnโt stand his stomach growling anymore and shot up, grabbing his wallet, โIโm getting pizza.โ
Dean didnโt look up, โExtra cheese.โ
Sam glanced at you then the first aid kit sitting open on the bed, โThank you Sammy.โ
โIโll uhโฆTake my time.โ He rolled his eyes and took the dog with him, two peas in a pod.
The hotel door shut behind him. You looked towards your arm, โIt really is-โ
Dean looked up and cut you off, โDont. Don't say it isnโt bad.โ His face was angry, letting you know exactly what he thought about it.ย
โSit.โ
โBossy.โ
โSit. Down.โ
You climbed onto the edge of the mattress, Dean pulled a chair over and sat down in front of you, close enough that your knees rested on either side of his. He raised your sleeve up over your shoulder, his eyes dropping.
Claw marks ravaged your skin, red and angry.ย
โYou always this damn stubborn?โ He shook his head, and then his eyes trailed to your leg. The blood seeping through your jeans made him want to torch the whole damn hotel.
A tiny smile played on your lips, his eyes met yours, โthis is gonna hurt, sweetheart.โย
โIt kinda already does.โ
His hands were careful, scarred and rough, they moved like he might break you, that he might be afraid to hurt you.ย
You watched him work, threading the needle and stitching you up. He tried his best to not put pressure on your wound but thereโs only so much pain he can take away.ย
Your eyes burn, nose burns, hell everything burns.ย
โYโknow, you missed that turn earlier because of me.โ
โHuh?โ
โThe supermarket. You missed the turn.โ
โYou noticed that huh.โ a crooked smile danced on his face, his eyes looking a bit brighter.
You winced as the needle dug into the deepest cut, โI know baby I'm sorry.โ he said quietly.ย
He waited a second before returning to your arm. Your breath hitches. You don;t even think he realized what he said, his focus stayed on your arm, on the needle he used to sew you up.
โBout finished. I need to see your leg.โ He nods down to your maroon denim. โTake off your pants. I won't judge whatever granny-panties you got on.โ
You huffed a laugh. Your heart is rapid, you feel every hair on your skin, you feel electricity in your spine. โYou always patch people up without pants?โ You ask, using your un stitched arm to ruffle his hair.
โOnly the hot stubborn ones.โ He huffed, โSeriously though, I need to see your leg.โ You looked down, twisting your leg to get a real good look, โI really think itโs just a scratch.โ
โYou said that about your arm.โ his eyebrows were up, โYeah and i was right.โ
He pointed to his finished stitching, โYou needed six stitches, sweetness.โ
ย You couldnโt hold back the little laugh that escaped you.
You shifted yourself on the mattress, your heartbeat was growing louder and louder. The room felt small. Dean felt so close.ย
He looked up.ย
โYou alright?โย
You nodded to him, โYeah.โ
A tiny grin tugged on his lips, โNervous to take your pants off in front of me?โ he winked and leaned back into his chair.ย
You crossed your arms over your chest, โYou're awfully confident.โ
He stood from the chair, closing his arms around your shoulders, forcing you to lay on the bed pined by him. โI think I needa drink.โ he lowers his head to your ear, โtake them off.โ
He stand up fully, walking toward the hotel fridge, the beer bottles clanking as he drew them out.ย
You stand up, unbuttoning your jeans, you heart had made it to your throat. Your stomach is hot with a little ball of butterflies. Slowly, you take the damaged leg out first, hissing when the denim rubs too roughly over the gashes. Dean looked over, popping open the bottles, โYou okay?โ
You shot him a look, โA little help would have been nice.โ You return to the edge of the bed, the jeans finally slipped free, landing to the floor. A few reopened cuts had a few lines of blood working their way down your shin.ย
Dean crossed the room, beers in hand, his brows pinched together, โYou call that a scratch?โ
You glance down at yourself, sitting in front of Dean in only a henley top and red lace thong. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed on the inside of your thigh, โYou know,โ you said, trying to ignore how close his face and hands were in comparison to your core.ย
โFor a guy who claims this isnโt a habit, you sure do know where to make it hurt.โ A teethy smile grew on his face, โOh yeah, wheres it hurting?โ he tilted his head, โIโll kiss it better.โ He winked.
โCute panties. I would have thought you were more of a frilly pink girl.โ He chuckled, threading the second needle, "Don-donโt talk about the color of my panties when they are meer inches from your face.โ You stuttered, sounding significantly smaller than you had helped.ย
โI kinda like this distance.โ his words hung in the air, your second heartbeat ached. Ached. โSorry baby but your rubbin your thighs together like you got a little issue.โ
โDonโt say that.โ You took a bottle and took a massive swig, โWhy not?โ He looked up, stopping his progress on the stitches.ย
โYou know why.โ
โI don't think I do, sweetheart.โ Deanโs hands drop the needle to the side, his left hand massaging the inside of the opposite leg, while his right remains planted on his knee, โTell me somethinโ,โ
โWhat Dean?โ you flinch under his touch, hands hot and the wound stinging.ย
โDid you purposefully .โ He whispers, his hands returning to the stitches. You start to squirm under his touch, โDean, that really hurts.โ A few tears threaten to fall, โI know, I know.โ
โAlmost done.โ
He finishes the stitches, gently wiping your thigh with a clean cloth, โYou did so good.โย
You take another swig of your beer, โDean i-โ
His eyes burn into you, he stands from the chair and pushes himself further in between your thighs, โYou scared me today, yโknow.โ One arm traces the skin exposed on your hip, the other comes to your face, his rough palm resting on your cheek. The world became tunnel vision, the only thing you could focus on was his face, dean rested his hand in your hair.
He lowered his lips to yours and the collision of it sending shockwaves through your spine, fire started in your core. It felt so right having Dean all over you. Him guiding you to the middle of the bed, never removing his lips from yours. Both of his arms come beside your head, his thighs pushing between your legs, forcing you to straddle his right thigh. You take a little courage and rub yourself on his thigh. The rumble that comes from his throat is intoxicating
He barks out a laugh,โYou donโt even know what youโre doing to me,โ His voice is deep and gravely in your ear, his mouth making its journey to your neck, leaving hot and wet kisses down to your collarbone. You release soft moans into his ear while you continue to grind yourself on him, aching for some sort of release. โYou wanna feel good?โ he whispers into your neck, โIs that why you keep grinding your pussy on me?โ Your eyes float to his jeans, his obvious boner struggling against its constraint, you reach your hand down and lightly palm him.ย
you shake your head, the words unable to escape your throat. His hands travel from your head down your body, he stops at your peeked nipples and toys with them, โno bra?โ his head tilts, he takes his hand around your neckline, bringing it down over your tits, exposing your nipples to the cold air, โCan you use your words, baby?โย You gasp, his tongue connecting with your nipples, running circles over them, one by one.ย
โDean, pl-please,โ was all you could muster under him. His hand grabs your waist, squeezing his rough palms into you then trailing down to your hip bone, โSay what you want.โย
He looks up at you and dips his lips below, trailing wet sloppy kisses down your stomach, you canโt help but buck into him, needing him, aching for him. His mouth being so close to where you need him most. โI want you to touch me, Touch me now please,โ Your throat was tight, the shock of having his mouth make laps over your clit through your panties almost sent you over the edge.ย
โIf I'd known you were this needy I wouldโa touched you sooner.โ He says into your thigh, hands still situated at your hips, he brings his lips to the wet spot on your thong, โSo wet and I havenโt taken anything off yet.โ he chuckles. He leaves kisses over the spot you need him most, smelling you ,teasing you.ย
โTake the-โ he cuts you off, ripping your thong off of your wet core, his tongue exploring each fold and discovering the little bud of nerves. It sent shockwaves through you, the way his mouth molded into you, the way he sucked and licked you clean, โYou're doing so good, sweetheart.. Moan after moan, his name came flooding out, all you could hear was the sound of Dean licking your slick off of you.ย ย
You grind your hips into his face, using his mouth for your pleasure. โIโm close, I'm close, I'm close.โ it sounded more like a plea than anything, โcum sweetness, let me taste it.โ He returns to your core, his focus on your clit, throbbing and swollen. It doesnโt take too many swipes of his tongue before you reach your peak, thighs come crashing to the sides of his head as you rub yourself on his mouth, riding out your high.ย
โYou're beautiful yโknow that.โย
Deanโs voice was soft, no teasing, no big-bad hunter act, just Dean.
His face his flushed, lips pink and covered in your slick. โI would uh-โ his smile was crooked, wiping his mouth on his shirt.ย
โi would change before Sam gets back,โ He laughs softly. With no protest, you do as he said, putting on sweats and a tshirt from your bag.ย
A few minutes later, you came from the bathroom freshly washed and changed into an old shirt and baggy sweats.ย
Dean was waiting by the couch, his hands tight around the beer bottle, "I meant it by the way,โย
Your head tilted, โwhat?โ
โThe part about you being beautiful.โ
The smile that crept onto your face was impossible to hold back, your ears and face went hot.ย
He took a step closer, then another and another until he was standing flush behind you, his hands carefully resting at your sides, barely touching you, like he was giving you the opportunity to run.
Over your shoulder, you could see his green eyes, wild and full of thought, Dean whispers into your ear, โKiss me again.โย
For a second he doesnโt move, maybe you said it too quietly, but the second you think he might have even ignored you, his hands pull your waist to him, spinning you to face his chest.ย
His hands stay there, resting just above your hip bone. You reach your hand around his face, admiring the freckles under his eyes, his nose and his cheek, Dean leans his face into your touch, his eyes closed.
Taking the opportunity you lean in, soft and sweet. You take your time learning the curve of his mouth. It was short but it was the most intimate act youโve ever committed. It felt so right, like this was always where you were supposed to be. He kissed you like you were something precious, something fragile, just gentle.ย
โGuys they had a-โ Sam barges into the room with Murphy and two pizzaโs,โOh uhโฆโ
Dean immediately pulls away, his eyes focused on his brother, โDude. Worst timing ever.โ
He sets the pizza down, still gripping the leash,ย โWe can come back. Text me when its safe.โ
โNo man, you missed all the fun stuff.โ Dean winks to you, letting you free from his hands, โLets eat!โ
The room shook after every impact, bang after bang after bang. Each hit sent shockwaves into your bones. That cheap door wouldnโt hold forever. You knew that.
โDean.โ Your voice was smaller than you intended.
At this point you're not even sure if the door would hold, how do you even kill a ghost? Canโt exactly shoot itโฆ.
โIโm almost there, whatever you do,โ Dean continued, โdo not open that door until I get there.โ
Then-
Click.ย
He hung up.ย
The line was dead.ย
โNo, no, noโ your thumb immediately pressed his name.
Nothing.
Straight to voicemail.
Another crash echoed from the motel room.
Followed by the sound of furniture scraping across the floor, the room was being torn apart, the worst part being you were hiding from something you couldnโt even see. Your grip on the handgun tightened, besides being completely useless, it gave you a little comfort, like you could actually fight it.ย
A new sound drifted into the bathroom, no scraping of metal, no banging, but scratching, slow and deliberate scratching. You pick up Murphy and put the both of y'all into the bathtub, maybe cheap porcelain might make a better barrier than cheap wood?
You held your breath as the scratching moved closer toward the bathroom them-
A woman's voice.
Soft and weak.
Like she was the one being terrorized.
A pained whisper came from just behind the door,ย
โHelp me.โ
Every muscle in your body froze.
Dean and Sam were right. There really were bad monsters.
โpleaseโ
Murphyโs lips peeled back, baring every tooth, a low growl vibrated through his chest. This was the same dog who loved everyone, who wanted to be the brothers best friend after twelve minutes., whatever was on the other side of that door however, he hated it.
โPleaseโ
Then a pause, a long silence fell over the bathroom, your heart was about to beat out of your chest. -ย
Then-ย
Your name.
That this, that monster, knew your name.
The bathroom fell into silence, no scratching, no whispering, nothing. Three sharp knocked echoed into the bathroom.ย
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
A manโs voice came from the other side, โSweetheart.โ
Dean.
Murphy didnt move, didnt bark, the dog just stared at the door. Dean said not to open it, not unless it was him,ย
Another knock.
โOpen up.โย
โDean?โ
โItโs me.โ
The dog let out the loudest growl youโd ever heard. Wrong, something was wrong, the voice came through the door again, louder this time, meaner.
โCome on, Sweetheart.โ the door knob twisted.ย
โDeanโฆโ
The voice laughed, not deans laugh, something low then morphing into something wet and sick.
The light above the sick flickered, flickered once, flickered twice.
Murphy erupted, barking, snarling, throwing all of his defenses toward the door.
A deafening BOOM rang through the room. A shotgun fired.
And then another shot.ย
Wood splintered somewhere from in the room, a mans voice flooded in, dean and sam.
โGET YOUR PANSY ASS OVER HERE.โ
That thing on the other side released a sharp, piercing scream, the most inhuman shriek. The bathroom door shook so violently you could have swore it would fly off the hinges. Your tears became uncontrollable, you could hardly breathe, your entire life was just flipped on its head.
Then nothing, everything stopped, the light wasnโt flickering, the door was still. Just as quickly as it started. Heavy breathing and footsteps approached the door, you raised your handgun, then his voice came through the door.ย
Quiet and steady. โHey.โ Dean. He was here. โYou did good.โ
โYou kept the door shut.โ
You got up, forcing yourself to find whatever strength you had left in your body to pull yourself out of the bathtub. Your fingers hovered the over the lock, Murphyโs growling stopped, the longest second passed over you as you unlocked the door.ย
Sam was there, not Dean. He reached for you immediately, not rough or forceful just enough to get you out of the bathroom. โYou okay?โ he asked quickly, you opened your mouth but nothing could come out. Samโs eyes widened slightly, he looked over your shoulder, โDean.โ
Dean was already moving into the bathroom, his shotgun raised he slipped bath the both of you and cleared the bathroom, dragging Murphy out of the bathtub. The room was empty.
You stood frozen next to Sam, the room was turned upside down, the dresser drawers were out, the lamp was bent in half, the television was on the floor and the bed was ripped to shreds. Looked like a damn tornado hit the room.
Dean lowered the shotgun, โIts gone.โ
The words made something inside you snap, your knees gave out, Sam caught you before you hit the floor and ushered you to the torn up bed.
โIts okay, your okay now.โ he said like that would heal over whatever the hell just happened.ย
Truth is it wasn't, it wasn't okay, you werenโt okay.
Your hands were shaking so badly, you could barely keep hold on your handgun. Dean turned to you, his eyes dropping to the pistol still gripped in your fingers, for a second you thought he wouldn't say anything, then a small smile tugged at his mouth.ย
โYou did good. You didnโt freeze.โ
โI hid in the bathtub.โ
โYou hid in a bathtub with a weaponโฆand your dog.โ
A beat passed.ย
โSmart girl.โ
You stared at him, you stared at him like you were waiting for the punchline, waiting for him to laugh.ย
Instead, Dean simply reached over and lowered the barrel toward the floor.
โYou protected yourself.โ
Something about the way he said it made your chest ache, Murphy suddenly shoved himself between the two of you, the giant dog pressed against Deans leg so hard he nearly stumbled.ย
โGood job, buddy.โย
Murphyโs tail gave a small wag and dean looked back to you.ย
โCโmon.โ he pointed his head to the door.
Your frowned at him, his expression softened, โYour not staying in here tonight.โ You looked around the hotel room, honestly, you weren't going to argue.
Minutes later you found yourself sitting on the edge of one of the brothers beds, Murphy laying in the chair across the room. Dean was digging around in a duffel bag and tossed something to you. A shirt, a grey, tattered but clean shirt.
You looked down at yourself, your hoodie was wet, not from the bathroom but from crying, you hadnโt even realized, you probably looked like a wreck.
Dean rubbed the back of his neck.ย
โI figured youโd be more comfortable.โ
You looked at the first then at him.
โThanks.โ He headed toward the bathroom.
โYou can change in thereโ
You stood then stopped, the tiny motel bathroom suddenly felt like it had shrunk, Dean seemed to notice and without saying a word, he turned around, his hands shoved into his pockets. Sam, thankfully, was too busy digging through a first aid kit to even notice you were in their room.ย
You quickly pulled the damp hoodie over your head, the borrowed shirt smelled faintly like detergent, leather and Dean. The shirt was a little too big on you, the hem brushed the tops of your thighs, your sleep shorts barely peeked out beneath it, leaving most of your legs exposed.
You glanced back toward the mirror as you smoothed the fabric over your waist, Dean still had his back turned, his hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders tense, staring somewhere at the motel wall. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his shoulders were tense almost sitting by his ears. Then, his eyes lifted, he met your eyes in the mirror, the glance lasted less than a second.ย
Dean immediately looked away, a paint pink crept to the tips of his ears. You looked down, pretending to adjust his shirt, pretending like you didnt notice his look.ย ย
You took a breath and stepped out of the bathroom, deans back still facing you.
Across the room, Sam remained oblivious, he was kneeling on the floor beside murphy. The giant dog sat perfectly while same ran his hands throughout the fur around his legs.
โWhat are you doing?โ You blinked.ย
Sam looked up.
โChecking him for uh- for cuts.โ
Murphy, apparently decided this was totally acceptable, the dog was leaning damn near his entire body weight against Sam. A small smile crossed his face.ย
โI dont think he got touched.โ
โYou were worried about him?โ
Sam looked genuinely confused.
โWellโฆyeah.โ
โHe weighs like sixty-five pounds.โ
Dean snorted from across the room, Sam shot him a look.
โHe was in there too.โ
Looking down at Murphy, you would never have guessed what that dog has been through, tongue handing out like tonight had just been a little interruption. Sam gave him a final scratch.
โI think heโs okay.โ Murphy immediately rolled over with a huff and demanded belly scratches, tail thumping on the carpet.
Dean finally turned around and his eyes met yours for a brief moment.
The oversized shirt, your bare legs, the fact you were physically okay.
A small flash of relief fell on his face before he covered it with a smug grin.
He looked over at Murphy.ย
โConsidering I saved his life three days ago, you would think he would like me more.โ
He pointed at the dog, looking personally offended, you laughed, you couldnโt help it.ย
Morning came quickly, the brothers were already awake, Sam was at the table reading newspaper clippings while dean was outside the hotel room. You stepped outside wearing Deanโs shirt and your sleep shorts, letting Murphy out while you held the door open.ย
The morning felt good, felt normal.
You look toward the parking lot, watching Murphy inspect a good spot to go drop a turd. Then you gazed at your honda.ย
For a second you didnt register what you were looking at, your windshield was shattered. Deep claw marks stretched across the driver's side. One tire was completely flat. The driverโsside door was halfway opened.ย
Dean clicks his tongue.ย
โI saw it first thing this morning.โ
You walked toward it, slowly, carefully.
Your entire life was scattered into the parking lot.ย
Clothes.
Maps.
Dog food.
One of your photo albums was laying open in the dirt. You bent down to pick it up, the plastic cover cracked, a picture of you and your dad had slipped out.ย
You tap the photo back into place and you feel a hand on your shoulder.
Dean.
โTry to start it.โ He instructs and hands you the key. Why he already had it was a question for another day.
You do as he says, walking to the driver side and sitting down, turning the ignition.ย
Click.
Click.
Click.
Nothing. You tried again.
Click.
Click.
Click.
One more time and the engine didnt even try.ย
You rested your forehead into your palms, โsoโฆโ you voice cracked.
โI just fixed this fucking car.โ
Dean looked away and called Sam outside, the oldest brother filled Sam in on what happened, how your car is now inoperable.ย
Sam took one look at you and Murphy, you were sitting on the ground pulling together your photos, his eyes roamed the scene, then back to dean.
โShe can come with us,โ he offered.
Dean instantly turned back, bewildered.ย
โSammy.โ Dean pulls Sam aside, just out of ear shot of you.ย
โWhat man? Sheโs alone.โ Sam gestured to the honda.
โNo.โ
โDean.โ
โNo.โ
You stood up to collect Murphy, he was chewing on some sort of plastic he found. Sam took a closer step to you.
โDean, she cannot stay here.โ
โDonโt you think I know that.โ Dean rubbed his hands over his face. โWe hunt monsters, she is in danger every second she is with us..โย
โYeah I knowโฆโ
ย โThat womenl is scared out of her mind.โ
Both brothers look back at you, you were small, knees hugging into your chest while you pet your dog.ย
โWhat about the dog man.โ
โWhat about him?โ
โThe dog is not riding in my Baby.โ
As if the dog was capable of following, murphy left your side and headed for the Impala, circled once, and sat down by the passenger door.ย
Sam looked at the dog then to Dean.
โOh, your kiddinโโย
Sam turned to you and met you in the grass beside the car, his smile was gentle, different than his brothers.ย
โGo pack what you can.โ
Dean looked at Sam.
โSam.โย
Sam never took his eyes off you.
โPack what you can.โ He repeated, โand head out with us.โ
You looked between the brothers, dean looked like he was biting his tongue, like he wanted to say no, wanted to remind Sam that they are hunters. Instead he looked at your ruined car.ย
He looked at your photos, the yellow bruise on your face, and at Murphy.
Dean let out a laugh of disbelief, on his heels he swiveled around and trucked his way to the motel room.
You packed what was salvageable, left behind what wasnt. In the drivers seat the map was still there, folded neatly, chicago circled in blue sharpie. You folded it and slipped it into your backpack.
Dean loaded your two duffle bags into the car, Murphy was already inside, curled across the backseat. He pointed to the backseat, โIf he drools, your cleaning it.โ
โYes, Dean.โ you salute him.
Getting in the impala you take a last look at your mangled car.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
You were meant to leave.
You were meant to make it to Chicago.
You were supposed to start over.ย
โYou ready, sweetheart?โ Dean rested his hand on the passenger head rest, looking back at you in the back row.
โQuit callinโ me that.โ
One eyebrow lifted.
โOh yeah?โ
You crossed your arms.
โOr iโll show you I ainโt sweet.โ
โAre you always like this?โ Dean scoffed.
The impala rumbled, peeling out of the parking lot and hitting the road.ย
Murphy, the absolute traitor, had already abandoned your side and insisted on resting his face on the center console, begging Sam for scratches. โYouโve known him for twenty minutes dude.โ you mutter. Murphy just continues to stare at Sam.ย
Dean caught it in the rearview mirror.ย
โOh, that's cold.โ
You glared at both Sam and the dog, โMy own dog.โ Murphy licked Samโs hand, prompting another scratch.
You looked out the window for a moment, watching the trees pass, another thought comes to mind.
โSoโฆโ Both brothers look at you. Dean through the rearview mirror and Sam over his shoulder
โAre like unicorns real too?โ you ask.
Sam looked at Dean, his eyes locked on the road.ย
โSeriously? Obviously notโ Dean answered. โThats ridiculous.โ
โWhat?โย
โYou just watched a spirit tear your room to shred and trap you.โ
โYeah, I was thereโฆโ
โAnd so your first question is..unicorns?โ
You shrugged.
โIt felt like a fair one.โ
Dean let out a breath out his nose, โNo.โ
โWhat do you mean, No?โ
โNo, sweetheart,โ Dean pinches the bridge of his nose, his grip returning to the wheel and tightening. โGhosts? Sure. Demons, unfortunately real. Vampires, population bigger than iโd like. But Unicorns? Are you serious?โ
He glanced at you through the rearview, eyes and expression mocking you, scanning over you like a child.
Sam quietly spoke up, โYou know, it kinda is a fair question.โ
โSam.โ
โDean im just sayi-โ
โWell donโt.โ
You look between both brothers. โYall are insane.โย
Dean nodded once, โYeah.โ
The quickness of the response caught you off guard. He wasnโt joking, wasnโt being sarcastic, wasn't smiling. Then, under his breath, โAnd, now your stuck with us.โ
Your face felt hot, the car fell into silence. You looked into the window, the ruined car was gone, the motel was gone. Your fresh start felt father away than ever.ย
โI didnโt ask for this.โ
Deanโs jaw tightened, He didnโt look at you again for the next twenty miles.ย
The sun was almost completely hidden by the time Dean finally broke the silence. He pulled the car into a parking lot, neon beer sign buzzing, country music blaring through speakers.ย
Sam looked up from the book he was reading and looked at our new destination, โWhy did we stop?โ
Dean killed the engine, โWeโre eatinโ.โ Sam looked from the bar to his brother, โWe need to sleep dude.โ
You looked between the brothers out the windshieldโฆโI need a drink.โ Deanโs eyes found yours in the rearview mirror, just for a second. Without another word, you reach for the handle opening the car door you let yourself and Murphy outside, heading toward the bar.ย
Behind you, Sam smacked Deanโs shoulder, โDude, what the hell?โ Dean didnโt reply just simply climbed out the car, shoving the keys into his leather jacket, โRelax wouldโya.โ He nodded towards the highway, โHotelโs just down the road.โ
Dean opened the bar door, holding it just long enough for Murphy and you to slip inside, he looked back at his brother, โCโmon Sammy, You worry to much, you geek.โ
This place was your typical roadside country bar, country music blaring, truckers in the corner, and a century old pool table under a flickering sign. Whiskey and leather flooded the air, what a terrific spot to relaxโฆnot.
Murphy immediately laid claim to a table in the corner, laying underneath a rounded hightop with barstools. The bartender pointed, โWell, ain't he a cutie.โ She winked at you.
โHe just liked being invited to the party, doesn't care whoโs there.โ You smiled.
Three beers and some tequila shots later, you were thinking maybe this wasnโt so bad, trapped on a roadtrip with two hot brothers? What more could a girl want.ย
Sam sat at the round table flipping through some local newspaper, circling some paragraphs every once in a while, naturally, Dean wasnโt paying attention, his eyes scanning the room, probably for which girl he would swoon next.ย
His eyes landed on the pool table and then to you, โYou ever play?โ you follow his gaze toward the green table, โNo,โ you shrugged, taking a swing of your beer. He looked genuinely bewildered, Dean pushed himself off his stool, โCโmon.โ
โNoโฆโ You frowned. Unfortunately for you, hand-eye coordination sober was a struggle, so drunk, must be out of the question. โCโmon.โย
โDean, I said no.โ Before you could truly put up a fight he was already grabbing two cue sticks. โYou went through hell last night, you're allowed to relax.โ Sam looked up from his newspaper, โSheโs gonna beat you.โย
Dean barked out a laugh, "Absolutely not.โ
A few minutes later you stood awkwardly beside the table, cue stick clutched in both hands, Dean walked around the table to your side. โNot like that, your holding it wrong.โ
โIโm literally holding a stick.โ
โYeah, well, its wrong.โ You shot him a look and he grinned. โReal encouraging, Dean.โ
โMove over.โ before you could even step forward he was behind you, his chest brushed along side your back as his hand trailed on your hip, turning you just a little bit to face a new angle. The contact was casual, confident, rehearsed even, like he didnโt even think twice about what he was doing.
He leaded over your shoulder, reaching for your que stick and adjusting your grip on the que stick, close, he was too close. โLike this.โ His hand slid on top of your own demonstrating where and how to point the que.ย
โThere you go.โ
You swallow hard. The smell of cigarettes, leather and cheap beer wrapped around your nose, infiltrating your senses, he brought himself close enough now that you could hear him breathe, you blamed the warmth creeping up to your face and ears on the tequila.ย
He brings his lips to your ear, his voice quiet and rough, โRelax.โย
โI am relaxed.โย
A soft chuckle pushed hot air across your neck, โNo. No your not.โ
You glance sideways, meeting inches from his face. You looked at him, the neon lights hanging above the pool table lit his green eyes on fire, you noticed the little freckles that dusted across his nose and cheeks, the scar that hung on his chin. For a man so rough, he didnโt look it up close.ย Your eyes dropped back to the table, shaking your head and snapping out of it. Whatever that was.
Dean gently nudged the cue forward. โCโmon.โ His breath hot against your neck, โTry it. Hit the ball.โ
You tried, the white ball rolling forward across the felt, tapping another ballโฆand immediately bounced right back to you.ย
Dean stared at the table.ย
You stared at the table.ย
โIm not trying to be mean, sweetheart,โ He looks at you, releasing your grip but remaining close โI dont think iโve ever seen a worse shot than that.โ
โWow.โย
Across the bar, sweet Sam looked up, beer raised, โI told you she would win!โ Dean left your side and pointed to the table - the sudden loss of heat wasโฆnoticable. โShe didnโt even hit the right ball. You crossed your arms, โI hit a ballโ, he huffed โYeah, the wrong one.โ
Dean opened his mouth and before he could rub it in again, you snatch his que stick right out of his hands. His eyebrows shot up.
โOh?โ
You tilted your head towards the back wall of the bar, a faded dart board hung there beside a old juke box. โWhy dont we even the playing field?โ Dean followed your gaze.
โDarts?โ
โDarts.โ
The cockiest grin spread across his face, bringing a beer to his lips, โYou any good?โ you shrugged, โMy daddy didnโt like me wasting bullets.โ Dean laughed, โWhats that got to do with darts.โ
โHe taught me to aim.โ For the first time since walking into the bar, Deanโs smile faltered, just for a second, he looked at you, really studied you.
He handed you three darts, โLadies first.โ Your eyes rolled. โScared, Dean?โ
Dean barked out a laugh, โSweetheart, I hunt monsters.โ
You take your position at the line, โNot what I asked.โ
Behind you, both brothers stood quietly, beers in hand with Murphy glued to Samโs boots.
You balanced the dart in between your fingers, thoughts of when dad taught you how to shoot csme racing to your mind, how he always reminded you to breathe, to not think so hard about where your aiming.
Thunk.
The dart landed right where you wanted, right off the center. Sam stared at the board slack jawed and turned to his brother, โ...Shes good dean.โ
Dean looked from you to the dartboard, โ...Beginnerโs luckโ
โOh yeah?โ you pick up another dart from the plastic cup, placing it in deans hands. โWhat happens if I win?โ
Dean laughed, mocking you and wiping a fake tear from his eye, โSweetheart, your not beating me.โ
โWhat?โ
โPleaseโ he scoffed, raising his beer to you, โName your price.โ
You glanced out the window toward the highway, then back to dean, running your eyes from his jeans, to his belt, to his black t-shirt. โLoser pays for the hotel.โ Sam nearly choked on his drink.
โYou know what,โ He takes the dart in his hand and walks to the board, stepping up beside you, โYour on.โ
โThis is how you do it.โ his dart reaching the bullseye, Dean turns around arms spread and bows. โWhatโd I tell ya?โ You looked at the board, ignoring the smugness across his face.
โYou talk to much.โ
You threw your second dart, throwing it harder than the first, landing so close to his they were almost touching. โThat hotel is gonna be expensive, Mr. Winchester.โ
Dean didnโt look at his brother, he looked at you, ignoring the fact it was his turn to play, something in his eyes changed.The grin on his face stayed but softened, he took two slow steps toward you, he reached out and caught you by your wrist, not hard but just enough to pull you closer to him.ย
The bar faded, suddenly there was no music, no conversations.
Dran leaned down into you, just enough that you could feel his breath near your ear. โDont ever call me that.โ His voice was low, rough and strained from the whiskey and beer. You looked up at him, stupid grin still on his face, you shouldโve pulled away, shouldโve shut up.ย
You tilted your head, โOh?โ then you smiled, โWhat should I call you then?โ
He grips the steering wheel tighter and tighter, leather straining underneath him. The muscles in his jaw were tight, the jokes stopped the second theyโd left the bar. The radio was off.ย
Sam insisted on you sitting up front, partially because he was scared of Dean, but mostly so he could be with Murphy in the back seat. Everything was off, even the dog could tell. You looked over to him, green eyes so fixed on the road it looked like a trance, before youโd seen him cocky, smirking, laughing. Now, its been replaced by something else.
โYou mad I beat you?โ
Nothing. Just Deanโs knuckles turning almost white, you tried to laugh it off, โJustโa game yโknow.โ
Still nothing. The silence started to hurt, you looked out your window, darkness and woods rolled past.ย
Finally, he spoke quietly, โThis isnโt a game yโknow. Travellinโ with us.โ His jaw was tight.ย
โDean?โ
โThis.โ His hand lifted from the wheel and pointed his thumb to the backseat, to Sam and Murphy. โThe bar. The drinks. The jokes. His eyes remain forward. โThis ainโt some spring break roadtrip.โย
Your stomach sinks, โI didnโt say that.โ
โYou think weโre just driving around and playing pool while creatures you canโt even imagine are killing people?โ Sam shifted in the backseat, โDean, stopโ
His hand shot up,โNo.โ Deanโs eyes never leave the road ahead, โYou donโt know what this life does to people.โ
โYou donโt think I know that?โ
โNo. I dont think you do, sweetheart.โ the pet name felt so ugly now, like he was talking down to you.ย
โYou batard,โ Your body felt small, you felt like a child being reprimanded.ย
โYou donโt even know me.โ You scoff.
โYou dont know where im from.โ
โYou donโt really know where I was going.โ
โYou dont know why i left.โ
โI know enough.โ You looked at him, really looked at him, the man who thought he had you made out after three days, the man who looked at your bruises and thought that was the whole story.ย
โYou dont know shit.โ You seeth.ย
โYou think your the first person to think they can handle this?โ his voice was louder now, deeper. โYou know what happens?โ
Nobody answered.ย
โThey die.โ
โThey get too involved and they die.โ
You stared at him.ย
The alcohol gone. The warmth and flutters of butterflies are gone. The memory of his hand on yours, gone.ย
The ride to the new hotel was silent. Nobody had spoken.
Not you.
Not Dean.
Not even Sam.
The tires crunched gravel as the impala rolled into the parking lot. The second the door opened, the giant dog jumped out from the back bench and stood beside you, protective and watchful. You open the trunk and grabbed your duffel without looking at either brother. Samโs hand paused halfway to the bag, โI got it.โ he let go.ย
The both of you stood there for a second, Dean finally looked at you, through a mirror but at least it was an acknowledgment. โThanks for the hotel.โ His eyes meet yours, still unreadable.ย
Sam gets checked into the hotel room and the three of yall head to the room, dean remaining in the car. โYโknow, I hope you donโt take this personally.โ Sam says opening the hotel room door.ย
โYour kidding right?โ you laughed quietly. A tired laugh. He frowned and took his bag and set it on the floor by a chair, โHe does this alot.โ he shrugs, โHe just gets worked up and doesnโt know how to be normal about it.โ
You scoffed, โstill, he doesnโt know me.โ
You set your stuff down on the pullout couch and the room fell into silence, not the comfortable kind.ย
Dean unlocked the door and let himself in. Murphy jumped onto the couch and stared at him, huffing a little when he walked by. Instead of saying anything, he set his keys down and layed on the bed, back facing you.ย
You take off your shoes and steal a blanket from Samโs unused bed, and settle onto your couch. Murphy shifted up the couch, laying into your chest, you buried yourself into the dog's fur. The brothers behind you appeared to be out cold.ย
You squeezed your eyes shut. Do. Not. Cry.
Not over a guy who ripped you a new one after only three days of knowing him. That is weird and that is over-involved.ย
Quietly, you let a few tears shed. Across the room, the springs on one of the beds shifted once, then went still. You heard soft footsteps in the room, first to the bathroom the back to the bed, you could hear boots scuffing across the cheap carpet. A quick glance over your shoulder told you it was Dean.
He threw on his jacket and quietly shuffled out the door.ย
Where the hell is he going? You decide to follow him, in a rush you slip out the door behind him. Down the hallway you see him, hands in his hair, walking outside towards the parking lot, you decide to follow after him. He shouldnโt be driving after drinking so much. Sam would be pissed if you let his brother get arrested.ย
The outside air feels thick and muggy, if not for the slight breeze cutting across the parking lot,ย it almost would have been unbearable. You found him leaning his hip on the driver's side door, rummaging around the pocket of his leather jacket.
โDeanโฆโ You call out to him, watching him cross the parking lot, attention still locked onto whatever was in his pocket.. You try again, โDean.โย
This time he looked over his shoulder, just a second long enough to know it was you calling for him. โGo back inside.โ His voice wasnโt angry anymore, no longer covered in thorns, just tired.
โItโs late, you should sleep.โ
You stepped off the curb and crossed the parking lot to get closer to him, stopping just a few feet from him. โWhat was that in the car?โ He looked away, โIt was nothinโโ.
โBull-fucking-shit.โ
The words fell out before you could really think, his jaw was wound tight, muscle clicking out to the side. You took another step toward him, โYou donโt get to act like your reprimanding me and then tell me itโs nothinโ.โ He finally stopping digging in his jacket and pulled a box of smokes out and rolled the cigarette between his fingers.ย
โSince when do you smoke?โ
โSince right now, damnit.โย He lit the tobacco, โMy head spinninโ already and I could hear you cr-โ he stopped. You folded your arms, you probably looked like a child, face stained with tears, eyes red, and throwing a temper-tantrum.ย
โWhatโs got your mind goinโ?โ
Dean let out a slow puff of white smoke, โIm thinkinโ of the bar.โ
You expected him to say something else but somehow this was equally as bad, โyeah? What about it?โ
โHow you laughed.โย
His answer got caught in your chest, the feeling of murderous butterflies filled your stomach. โWell, You and sam were pickinโ on me.โ A little smile danced on his face, dean looked down at his cigarette, โYou know how you lookedโฆโ he stopped, flicked the ash from his fingers, โYou looked happy.โ
Silence.
At that moment the world stopped spinning. The hotel sign wasnโt buzzing. The wind stopped blowing into your hair. Your stomach knotted so hard you thought you might be sick. Your chest felt tight, the dull ache that came after your tears stopped flowing or the kind after spinning too fast on a rollercoaster. Your brain as telling you to run but your feet wouldnโt listen.ย
โI knew for a few hours you forgot.โ
โWha-โ
โYou forgot about my job. What happened to you.โ Dean looked up, green eyes bright against the red surrounding them. He laughed once, noย humor dripping from it, โ...You know, I wasnโt thinkinโ about whatโs next.โ
โThe next dead body. The next thing thats tryinโ to fuckin' kill me.โย He turned his face, jaw tight.ย
โHell- I was teachinโ you pool.โย
Hurt didnโt begin to cover it.
โI was watchinโ you beat my ass at darts.โ He looked like he was in pain, like he was being cut down by each word he spoke. His feet were firmly planted but you could swear the look in his eyes looked like he was on the run.ย
โAnd i liked it,โ his voice caught on something painful, โI started to wonder about you stickinโ around.โ he shook his head.
You thought back to the girl ripped apart in the motel. Thought about the newspaper, the ghost, your car.ย
โWhy did you yell at me, Dean.โ you asked, voice so quite, so frail and vulnerable. Dean looked away, โI-i forgot you werenโt apart of this.โ
Your eyes burned, a tear slipped down your face, no point in even trying to hold them in. โI donโt have chicago anymore.โ
His face was broken, he looked anywhere but you, at the impala, at dirt.ย
Neither of you moved, the cigarette almost burned to the filter, you reached up and took it from his hand.ย
One small little drag and you handed it back, โSo thatโs it.โ He frowned, โWhat?โ
โYou get to decide where I goโ
Your voice shook.
โ Where my time is spent?โ
He opened his mouth but nothing came out. The distance between you disappeared, you look up at him begging him to just say something. Anything to affirm hes actually in front of you listening. He dropped the cigarette.ย
โYou should hate me right now.โ His voice was low and pained, the smallest saddest smile was hung on his lips. "I' m tryinโ real hard to hate you.โ You looked at him.ย
The stupid leather jacket and tired pitiful green eyes.ย
You reached up, putting your palms to the black t-shirt across his chest. Dean looked down at you, his own hands finding your cheeks, his thumb wiping away the tears. โSweetheart, you shouldaโ kept drivinโ.โ You shook your head, โyeah well, i took the wrong exit.โ
His eyes looked at your lips. His own so close and daring you to touch. He dipped down to yours, his kiss soft and hot. He was careful, like he was apologizing and trying to memorize what you felt like all at once. His tongue made quick swipes on your lower lip, you released a low hum into him. His hands lowered, rough palms found your hips grabbing them and picking you up, throwing your legs up and placing you softly onto the hood of the impala. He kissed you like you might turn to smoke the second he stopped, he was soft and kind while his palms found your hips and thighs. โDe-dean.โ you let out another soft little moan and he quickly swallowed it whole.
His hands rested on the peaks of your thighs, exposed by the sleep shorts you had on. โYou like it when I touch your thighs, girly?โ he whispered into your ear, quickly reconnected with your lips. You could still see the whiskey and cigarette smoke on his tongue. His hips snap in between your thighs as you run your hands through his hair. You could have sworn he was about to burst out of his seams before he pulled back, keeping his torso between your thighs. Dean let out a breath, โYou're gonna kill me, sweetheart.โย
He helps you off the hood of the Impala, โDean look-โ
He cut you off โlets go back inside.โ You look at his lips, still pink and slightly glistening from where you just were. You shook your head and he guides you inside, leading you with a hand behind his back.
Inside the room you found Murph cuddled with Sam, Dean was already taking off his jacket and shoes. โSleep in here tonight,โ he nodded towards his bed, โIโll take the couch.โย
โDean no-โ you shook your head, โyou paid for the room, take the bed.โ your face immediately felt warm. He looked to you, โTake the bed.โ so matter of fact. You shook your head.
โIโm not making you sleep on that couch.โ
He started towards you, slowly, you forgot how tall he was until he was standing right in front of you, the room felt so criminally small.
โI said sleep in the bed, please.โ
For a second, neither of you moved, not even a breath.ย
Before your brain could stop you, โSleep with me.โ
Your own eyes widened. Dean blinked. Murphy looked up from Samโs bed.ย
You pointed towards the hotel bathroom. โIn case...yโknowโฆโย You shuffled your feet unable to find yourself balanced, โDemons.โ
โDemons?โ
โOr ghosts.โ
โSpirits. They are called spirits.โ Then, without further explanation, he turned past you, sliding off his jeans leaving him in just his black shirt and boxers. He climbed to the side of the bed, staying fully on top of the blankets. You slipped in beside him under the quilt blanket. There was an awkward amount of air between you.
You felt something brush against your hand.
Deans fingers.
Barely touching yours. Just checking to make sure you were still there. He scooted closer to you, both of your faces were side to side. Neither of you moved away.ย
A/N: BOOM PART TWOOOO!!!!! *everyone jumps for joy and says yippie* I hope you lovelies enjoy!! -- IF YOU FEEL LIKE I CAN IMPROVE ON ANYTHING SEND ME A MSG (i would love to know plsplspls) also -- I am fully aware they Sam and Dean have flip phones but for some reason my mind can't comprehend how to illustrate that. So just know that I know.
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The odds of this had to be impossible. The gas station was two days ago. Two whole states ago.ย
A motel door clicked behind you, over your shoulder you saw him, a taller man stepped out first. For a second you couldnโt place him, but it hit. The gas station, the black car, he was the guy who introduced himself first. Turning fully to face him, you scanned him up and down. Heโd barely made it out the doorway before stopping, an ice bucket hug awkwardly from one hand. Once he laid his eyes on you they widened. The same look you probably had on your own face. For a long moment neither of y'all said anything.
You just stared, he stared right back, both of you trying to figure out how the hell youโd ended up in the same place again. Murphy, completely unconcerned and oblivious, continued sniffing the grass. Finally, the man glanced toward the parking lot, toward the car, then back to you. โWellโ he said, switching the bucket to the other hand. You narrowed your eyes, โThis is weird.โ
To his credit, he didn't argue, just shrugged โYeahโ He kicked the rocks under this shoe, โA little.โ
You roll your eyes โA littleโ scoffing at him, tightening your grip on Murphyโs leash.
โThe gas station was what? Two days ago?โย
He nodded. โYeah.โ
โTwo states ago.โ Another nod โAlso yeah,โ You pointed to the room numbers behind him, โWell looks like weโre neighbors now.โ His eyebrows lifted slightly like he hadnโt even considered that part yet. โThat's weird.โ the words came out firmer this time. The taller man looked over his shoulder at the motel room heโd just exited before rubbing the back of his neck, a small laugh escaping, โYeah, when you put it like that-โ He stopped.
The change was instant. One second he was smiling, the next all the color from him was drained. The ice bucket slipped from his hand hitting the pavement with a loud crash. For a moment he didn't notice, he started to grab the side of his head wincing like he was fighting off a migraine or just trying to stay standing.
Concern twisted in your stomach, Murphy abandoned the bush heโd been investigating and trotted towards you, creating space between you and the strange man.ย
Then just as suddenly as it started -
It stopped.
His eyes blinked, slightly brimmed with tears. He focused on you, inhaling sharply like he had forgotten to breathe, for a second he almost looked concerned? Not scared but concerned.ย
โWhat? What was that?โ The question slipped out before you could stop it, his eyes flickered to the motel sign then toward you again. Before he could answer, the motel door flew open.ย
โSammy.โ His voice was sharp, to the point, curt.The guy in the leather jacket had appeared so quickly you hadnโt noticed him exit the room. His eyes immediately landed on the bucket, then to his partner. โInside. Now.โ The taller man โ Sammy, apparently โ swallowed his eyes still locked onto you, like he wanted to say something, trying to decide if he should.
Instead he nodded, turning swiftly back into his room without another word. The guy in the leather jacket lingered behind, his eye went back to the ice bucket, then to you, then to Murphy. For a moment it looked like he was actually considering saying something. Instead he follows his partner inside.
What the fuck drugs are they taking? No human acts like that? You look down at Murphy โLets go back inside, boyโ He looks up at you like he's begging you for an explanation.ย
The second you step foot in your room, you lock the door.
Twice.
Mostly because of the two freaks next door.ย
Murphy immediately reclaimed his spot on the bed while you brushed your teeth, attempting to convince yourself tonight was normal.
It wasn't. But you were too tired to care.ย
After turning off the lamp, you crawled beneath the blankets and settled in besides Murphy. The dog shifted closer until his back was pressed firmly onto your side. Typical.
For a while, everything was quiet. You actually found yourself beginning to drift off when muffled voices came through the wall.
โ...You sure?โ
You opened one eye. Apparently the walls here are made of cardboard.
Another voice answered.ย
Lower.
Angrier.
Too low to make out full sentences.
โDean.โ
That name caught your attention, you recognized that one.ย
Then you heard pacing, you could hear footsteps through the wall.
Back and forth.
Back and forth. Then the voices started again, louder.
โ...SAW HERโ
You froze.ย
Okay.
Now they had your attention.ย
โYou don't know that.โ
The response was immediate and sharp, maybe even a little defensive. You propped yourself up on your elbows, the voices dropped too low to understand for just a heartbeat.ย
โSomeone dies, Dean.โย
You looked at the wall. A Chair scraped loudly across the floor next door, Both voices started talking over each other. You couldn't make out a thing. Your stomach twisted, youโd spent enough time with unstable men to recognize when something felt off.ย
Eventually the voices stopped.
No pacing.
No arguing.
Nothing.
Just silence.ย
Murphyโs breathing was steady beside you. The motel air conditioner rattled every few seconds. Everything felt normal.ย
Instead, your stomach twisted. Maybe because you;d spent years learning how to listen through walls, learning when yelling turned dangerous.ย
You hated that your body still did it, still listened for it.
A door slammed outside, Murphyโs head shot up, the dog staring at the motel room door. Then footsteps, fast and purposeful.
You slide out of bed, pulling the curtain back just enough to peek through, you look out into the parking lot. At first you don't see anything.ย
Then movement.
The tall one.
Sam.
He was crossing the parking lot alone, moving fast enough to be concerned. His jacket wasnโt even all the way on until he reached their impala ripping the truck open.ย
A second later Dean came barreling out of the room, he grabbed Samโs shoulder, both men looked toward the tree line beyond the motel.ย
Whatever they were seeing, you couldn't see it at all.ย
For a brief second you considered looking away. Then Dean pulled a shotgun out of the trunk.
You blinked.ย
A second shotgun followed by Dean slamming the trunk shut.
That's a little weird.
The two men exchanged another look before heading back to the motel room, neither of them appeared to be in a particularly good mood. Sam ran a hand through his hair and said something you couldnโt hear. Whatever insanity they had going wasnโt your problem.ย
You let the curtain fall. The dog settled back into its sleeping position while you climbed beneath the blankets. The motel room fell silent, you debated getting on your phone seeing which of your friends were awake.ย
The second you decide to close your eyes a knock comes from the door. You shoot up wide eyed and heart racing. Another knock, three sharp taps.
Slowly, you slide off the bed. Your handgun sat on the nightstand, before wondering too far you grabbed it and slipped it into your waistband.ย
Another knock.
โWho is it?โ
A pause.
โIts your friendly motel neighborโ
You stared at the door and let a beat pass.
โMy nameโs Dean.โ
You cracked the door open slightly. He just stood there on the other side with his hands shoved into his pockets with a grin stretched on his face.
โHi thereโ
โWhat do you want?โ
His hand pressed to his heart, wounded by your words. โOuchโ
โI just wanted to stop by, I saw you uh, saw you through your windowโ
โOh.โ
โI just wanted to give you a little explanationโ he chuckled, running his hand on the back of his neck.
โDidnโt ask for one.โย
โAre you always so friendly?โ He cocked his eyebrow up examining you up and down.
โWell , my brother and I are actually on a hunting trip. We needed to uhโ clean some of our stuff before we set out tomorrowโย
You looked him up and down.
Leather jacket?
Worn jeans?
And boots that looked like theyโd seen a few alley fights?
You looked back up "Where's your camo, Mr. Hunter,โย
Dean's grin grew and he winked, โCanโt give away my disguise too early.โ
You stared and he stared back, neither of you broke.ย
โThat's a terrible answer.โ you shrug, โwell Dean, nice to meet you and goodbye. I have a long trip ahead of me.โ
โWell uh, I uh, hope you and fido over there make it safely, sweetheart.โย
You opened your mouth. Then I closed it. The sincerity caught you off guard.
โWellโฆThanksโ
Dean nodded and you pointed back towards your room.โI think I'm gonna go now.โ
He remained in the walkway, hands shoved into his pockets.ย
โSleep tight.โย
You rolled your eyes stepping back into your room, locking the deadbolt on the door.
Youโd met enough men in your life to recognize a charmer when you saw one. That easy smile and confidence. A player, you could smell it from a mile away.ย
For the first time in days, you slept.ย
Instead of waking up to the birds chirping and the sunshine on your face, you wake to Murphy barking at the bottom of the bed, still laying by your feet.ย
You groaned into your pillow, another bark, โMurph, please,โ then another. The dog launched himself off the bed and ran straight for the motel window, front paws on the windowsill. You stumbled up, checking the lock on the door before peeling back the curtains on the window. Several other motel guests stood outside their rooms watching the unfolding commotion, red and blue lights bounced across the motel parking lot.
Police crawled everywhere, an ambulance stood at the far end of the building, your stomach dropped, what the fuck happened?ย
Standing near a cluster of officers were Sam and Dean, except they weren't dressed like hunters anymore, they were dressed like cops. Their whole outfit was so believable, the dark suits, the white shirts, even the fake gold badges that hung on their belt looked real. Dean was talking to another officer while Sam jotted some notes down like he was actually working.ย
Five minutes passed and you were dressed and headed outside, the parking lot buzzed, officers and people swarming outside, from the looks of it something gruesome probably happened.
Dean spotted you immediately, his eyes torn from the officer in front of him but lips still carried in conversation. His expression shifted just slightly like he had already known what you were about to ask.ย
You march straight toward him.
ย Sam looks up at you from his notepad first, the second he spotted you his eyebrows rose. โOfficer,โ You called sweetly, โCould I speak to you forโa second?โ
Deanโs eyes closed. Not for very long but long enough to tell you everything you needed to know, he was busted. Sam went back to looking down at his notepad, suspiciously interested in whatever heโd been writing. Coward.
Dean excused himself from whatever conversation he was having with the uniformed officer before turning to you, a forced smile across his face.ย
โMorninโ, sweetheart.โ
โNo.โ
His smile twitched, โNo?โ
You pointed to his fake badge hanging from his belt, โwhat happened to the hunting trip?โ
Dean glanced down at the badge, then back to you.
โHunting trips still on.โ
โYou are literally dressed a police offi-โ
He raised a finger up, โUhm im actually a detective.โ You stared at him, โThat's worse, actually.โ
For the first time, his smile cracked, just long enough for a laugh to escape from him. You grabbed the sleeve of his suit jacket and pulled him a few feet away from the crowd, not enough to look suspicious but far enough so nobody would overhear. Dean allowed it, far too amused with himself to protest being yanked around by a woman.
โWat are you doing?โ you hissed.
โWhat does it look like I'm doing?โ
โCommiting several felonies,โ You shook your head โYou're not a cop.โ
โNo.โ
โYouโre not a detectiveโ
โNope.โ
You pointed back to the ambulance, โDean, what happened.โ His smile disappeared immediately,โThey uh- they found a girl dead. Said some sort of animal got to her.โ
You looked toward the ambulance, the coroner, the yellow tape, suddenly all of it felt very real. Your chest went cold, like every molecule of air in your lungs turned to ice, Dean saw it happen, he saw the shift in you.
โYou knew.โ You take a half step back and point between the two brothers. Dean rubbed a hand down his face, โOh boy.โ
โYou both knew somebody was going to die.โ
โWe did not.โ His voice is deep, intimidating, almost demanding to be the truth.ย
โI heard you,โ his jaw clicked,โ I heard you through the wallโ.
That got his attention. For the first time all morning, Dean didn't look smug, he looked concerned, maybe a smidge unnerved, not at himself, but for what youโd overheard.
โSweetheart-โ
โQuit calinโ me that.โ
Sam had joined beside his brother so quietly it nearly made you jump back, his eyes moved between the two of you, โWhat happened?โ
Dean signed, โShe heard us man.โ Sam's face fell, not annoyed, not angry, but horrified, like he knew the gravity of what he just pulled you into. The reaction caught you off guard, you expected denial, maybe even a halfway decent excuse, instead Sam looked at Dean.ย
โWhat?โ you asked.
โYou heard us?โ Sam ran a hand through his hair, the motion was nervous, a little clumsy.ย
โCome inside.โ Before you could object, Dean grabbed your wrist and started steering you from the growing crowd, Sam was already ahead of you, heading for their motel room.
โHey-โ
โTrust me.โ
โI donโtโ
The whole thing happened so fast you barely had time to process it, one second you were arguing with a fake cop now your locked in their room?
The room looked like a tornado hit, beds unmade, clothes everywhere, several newspaper clippings spread across a table and a map covered in handwriting.
ย And then your eyes landed on the ammunition, the boxes of bullets, loose shells, knives just thrown around and the shotgun leaning against the wall.
You stopped, you pointed to the table,โThose are alot of bullets.โ
โAverage amount actually.โ
You pointed to the shotgunย
โThats a gun.โ
โCorrect.โ
You looked around the room, clothes, weapons, maps, newspaper clippings, none of this indicative of a hunting trip.
โWhat exactly are you hunting?โ
Neither brother answered, that was your first clue, your eyes narrowed on them. โYou know what?โ You pointed to the door โNo.โ
Dean and Sam exchanged a look, bewilderment on their faces. You turn toward sam, finger up in accusation. โYou.โ
Sam's face looked alarmed, his hands rising up in defense.
โYou saw something last night, didnโt you?โ
The room fell into silence, the deadly kind of silence, Dean's jaw tightening and Sam was a deer in headlights.
And just like that, you knew you were on the right path. You finally got a reaction.ย
โI know you did.โ
No you didnโt. But they didnโt know that
Their realization sat funny in your stomach, the feeling churning around and around, you remembered everything. You remembered how he dropped the ice bucket, how his face twisted up, how the brothers argued through the wall.ย
Slowly, you walk between them, โWhat the hell is goinโ on.โ
An hour later, you were sitting in a chair pulled from the corner of the room with a half finished cheap beer in your hand. The brothers were occupying the bed, their own beers in hand, Dean lounged across the bed like he owned the place and Sam sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
Neither of them looked thrilled about the current topic, and safe to say, you weren't either.
โSo let me get this straight,โ you said, taking a swig of your beer. โYou aren't cops.โ
โNope,โ Dean answered.
โNot hunters?โ
Sam and Dean winced, โWellโฆโ
โYou literally told me you were hunting deer.โ You pointed you beer at Dean, what a fucking liar.ย
โNo sweetness, I just said hunting trip.โ Dean looked offended, like he knew what you were thinking. Sam snorted into his bottle, you looked at him directing all your attention onto him. โSam, since this is so lighthearted, what exactly are you fucking hunting.โ
Sam looks at Dean, a โSave me brotherโ kind of look. Dean looked away immediately, suddenly fascinated by the verbiage on the beer bottle in his hand. โThe bad stuffโฆโ Sam says.ย
You scoffed, Sam deflated, the answer sounded weak, even to him.ย
You frowned, Sam was looking anywhere but you. The table, his beer, Dean, anywhere. Your stare continued, wide-eyed and expectant, "That's not an answer, Sam.โ The use of his name made him grimace. Sam just rubbed his hand over his face. โLook, you just wouldnโt believe us.โ
You immediately leaned forward. โTry me.โ
โNo.โ Sam barked.ย The first time this man ever spoke with an opinion, quietly shocking you back into your seat.ย
โSam, please.โย
โNo.โ
โSammy, just tell me.โ
Dean nearly choked on his beer, the look sam shot you could have killed, you just smiled sweetly. Beside him, Dean looked entirely too entertained by this conversation.ย
โYour enjoying this.โ
โMaybe a littleโ he shrugged.ย
โYou suck.โ
โBeen told that before.โ
You pointed between both of the brothers. โYou guys know what's happening.โ
The amusement was suddenly sucked from the air. โTell me what's happening.โย
Deanโs eyes flickered towards his brother, โWe try to stop thingsโฆbad things.โ Dean sat up from the bed, walking over to your chair, he placed the beer between your legs and crouches in front of you. The room felt smaller, quieter.ย
For the first time since meeting him, there was no joke swirling in his eyes, no teasing, no grin, just seriousness. โThe things we hunt, want to hurt peopleโฆThese things, arenโt human.โ He paused. Your eyes drifted to Sam, the taller brother looked just as serious.
โThat's not possible.โ You shook your head, eyes stinging. โYour fucking with me arenโt you.โ You laugh, this is all a game isn't it? That's all you can think, this isn't happening.
Neither of them argued with you.ย
โYou're not joking are you?โ Dean shakes his head, eyes still watching you.ย
You hated yourself for asking but you needed to know. โIf these things arenโt humanโฆโ
Your voice came out quieter this time, you hated it, how weak you sounded. โWhat are they?โ
โDepends.โ
โWhat the fuck do you mean it depends?โ
โGhostsโฆWitchesโฆDemonsโฆVampiresโฆโ
Your mouth hung open, โVam-Vampires..โ
Dean nodded.
โYouโre serious.โย ย
Dean held your gaze, no grin, no teasing, no nothinโ.
That evening, you start to regret asking questions. Back in your room it was quiet, Murphy was sprawled out on the bed bedside you, his head resting on your hip while you picked at your food.
Whatever cheesy soap television show was playing was useless, your attention remained on the beer bottle sitting on the nightstand. The words Dean told you keep circling in your head, maybe because you're a little drunk but partly because you canโt believe what you're hearing. Ghosts, Demons and vampires are real. These monsters are real and they hurt people.ย
You rubbed your eyes. โNope. Not thinking about it.โ Murphy lifted his head and huffed.
Your phone buzzed, a text from a new number.ย
Dean:
You still alive?
You stared at the text. Before you left for your room, both brothers insisted on you saving their numbers, Dean being a little pushy saying it was just because of the girl who got murdered down the building. Sure it was.
A second message followed.
Dean:
I heard that damn dog barking.
And a third.
Dean:
Anyway. You doing okay?
The concern was genuine, which felt annoying, you couldnโt pin where or why it felt like he was doing it to save his own ass. How are you even supposed to answer that?ย
Hi Dean! Thanks for letting me know demons are hunting people!
You:
I'm doing good. Murphyโs just passionate about soap operas.ย
You:
Thanks for the beers. Might need another.ย
Dean:ย
I thought you were leaving.
You looked at your duffle, at Murphy, poor baby was exhausted. Road trips were not his favorite.ย
You:
Dogโs tired.
For a beat there was nothing, just murphy huffing and the television going.ย
Dean:
Yeah. Thatโs definitely why.
You:
Going to bed, Dean
Dean:
Night, Sweetheart.
You caught yourself staring at the screen, just for a moment before locking your phone and tossing it to the nightstand.ย
Murphy took notice, immediately climbed halfway on top of you, the giant dog settling his head across your stomach with a huff. โBig baby.โ
Within minutes the television blended into background, the motel grew quiet, and eventually despite ghosts, demons, dead girls and weird brothers next door -ย
You fell asleep.ย
BANG.ย
BANG.
Your eyes flew open, for a second you didn't know where you were, Murphy was already standing.
BANG.
Something was slamming on the motel door, hard, you shot up immediately reaching for your gun and phone. Another hard crash rattled the door frame. โWhat the-โ
Murphy exploded to a bark, a protective, rumbling bark.ย
BANG.ย
BANG.ย
BANG.
The doorknob started to twist violently side to side. Someone was trying to get in. Panic and fear flooded your veins.ย
โMurphy.โ
The dog didn't listen, he stood his ground barking at the door, like he was capable of defending this room with his life
โDammit you dog.โ You grabbed the dog by the collar, dragging him toward the bathroom, the dog resisted, โMURPHY!โ
That time he listened.ย
Barely.
The small bathroom suddenly felt air-tight between you and the sixty-five pounds of fur squeezed beside you. Crash after crash echoed into the motel room, tears caked your face, you are not going out this way. Absolutely not.ย
With trembling fingers, you locked the bathroom door, immediately pulling out your phone. The call barely rang once.
A/N: hii :3 I am so excited to finally like show y'all this, i got like reeaallyyy drunk one weekend and i wrote like 3 parts in one night lol. There is a doggie character in this but PLEASE don't worry - the dog will not be harmed, as a mommy to a kitty-cat i couldn't take it. enjoy lovelies!!
WC: 3.8k
song inspo here โ
If there was one thing you hated, it was driving at night. Especially in the middle of nowhere Texas.
Unfortunately for you luck just hasnโt been on your side these past few years. Things werenโt always so bad but after dad died everything just sortaโฆtailspinned. When your now ex boyfriend offered to let you crash with him, it was sorta the only choice you had, given being alone felt unbearable. Sure, he was lazy. Sure, he spent your money like his own and somehow always had an excuse for why he couldnโt hold a job. But splitting rent was easier than paying it alone.
Then the yelling started. Then the holes in the wall. Then the apologies, and then one day he put his hands on you. A mere twenty-four hours ago you were at work and cooking dinner, now you were on the road, your entire life thrown into your trunk. By midnight, Texas was in your rearview mirror. And for the first time in years, you had no idea what the endpoint would be.
ย
The only guiding light through this was Murphy, the mutt you adopted years ago. Despite being sixty-five pounds of drool and fur, he was your best friend. Heโd been through it all with you. He was there through the screaming matches, through the nights of sleeping in your car, through every kick and punch.
Sometimes youโd wake up in the middle of the night just to find the dog stretched across the bedroom floor, positioned between you and the bedroom door like a barricade, poor pup tried.ย
He watched and he guarded. He reminded you that there was always one thing to love you without conditions. Which is hilarious, considering Murphy looked intimidating as hell. Most people saw the shepherd mix and crossed the street.ย
You saw the puppy who wanted to be tucked into your sheets during the winter and didnt like to step on wet grass.
Driving from Odessa to Chicago was no small feat, and unfortunately for your, the trip had just begun.ย
Just four hours ago you were throwing your entire life into the backseat. You hadnโt exactly left with a plan. Now you were somewhere in North Texas, inching closer to the Oklahoma border with a dog in the passenger seat and absolutely no idea what your life would look like in a week from now.ย
It should have terrified you.
Maybe it did.
But every mile that appeared in your rearview felt a little lighter than the one before it.ย
The radio crackled, filling the car with a burst of static before cutting out completely.. "Of course! Just what I was wanting to happen." You smacked the steering dashboard. Nothing. You smacked it again. Still nothing. Murphy picked his head up from the passenger seat, watching you with a tilted head, "Don't judge me.โ His ears went up. With a sigh, you reached over and switched the radio off entirely. The silence was somehow worse. At least the static had been something. Now all you had was the steady hum of the engine, the occasional rattle from somewhere in the backseat, and your own thoughts were so determined to be the loudest thing in the car.
The road stretched endlessly ahead of you, surrounded by fields that seemed to go on forever. Darkness swallowed everything beyond your headlights, leaving nothing but empty highways and the occasional road sign to remind you civilization still existed. There wasn't another car in sight. Then you gas light came on. You just stared right at it, โNoโ. the little orange light remained illuminated. โNo, no, no.โ As if arguing with the machinery would somehow make it disappear. The dashboard, unfortunately, wasnโt interested in negotiations. You tightened your grip on the steering wheel. โDont do this to me.โ You let out a frustrated groan. You glanced back at the gas gauge and immediately regretted it.The needle was hanging on for dear life.You were running on fumes, blind optimism, and whatever prayers your grandmother had taught you as a kid."Okay," you muttered, sitting up a little straighter. "That's fine. Totally fine."
It was not fine.
Not even a little.
By the time you were able to make out what appeared to be a gas station, your engine was sputtering every few minutes and your gauge had been in the red for about 30 miles.Your road map wasnโt much help anymore either. Somewhere between Odessa and wherever the hell you were now, it had become covered in coffee stains, crumpled corners and muddy paw prints courtesy of Murphy. At this point, your best course of action was prayer. And maybe a little luck.ย
The gas station slowly came into focus as you pulled off the highway. The building looked ancient, illuminated by a handful of flickering lights. You rolled into your pump and killed the engine. The sudden silence was almost deafening. For a moment, neither you or Murphy moved. Then you look across the car at him and he looks back, you sigh and grab your purse, โOkay Murph, please protect the car. Its a very important jobโ His tail thumps on the leather seat. Leaning over, you pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head before climbing out of the car.
You glanced toward the gas station and silently prayed there was something inside worth eating. You wandered aimlessly through the tiny gas station, dragging your feetin down each aisle as you searched for something that could remotely qualify as dinner. Your stomach growled, loudly. At this point Murphyโs dog food was starting to sound appetizing. With a sigh, you made your way over to the hot food station, if you can even call it that. The ancient roller grill spun beneath a heat lamp that looked older than you. A handful of hot dogs rotated endlessly while several corn dogs sat beside them, looking like they;d been in rotation since the Clinton administration.ย
You stared at the selection. The selection stared back.
โWowโ
A hot dog or a corn dog. How nutritious. How balanced. How absolutely terrible. The hot dog won. Mostly because it looked less likely to kill you. You grabbed a pair of tongs and inspected it suspiciously.ย
โCongratulations,โ you mutter to yourself. โYouโve officially hit rock bottom.โ The hot dog, thankfully, offered no opinion. You dropped it into a paper tray and headed toward the register.
โHey, Hon. Whatcha lookinโ for?โ the older gentlemen behind the counter looked up from a crossword puzzle, glasses perched low on his nose. You answered with a shrug. You set your hot dog on the counter, going back to the cold freezers for some water and a coke. โYou don't happen to have any maps, do ya?โ The man chuckled. โMaps? Now thereโs somethinโ I havenโt heard somebody ask for in a whileโ He bent down behind the counter and rummaged through a drawer. โCourse I got maps. Where ya headed?โ
โChicago, I think.โ The cashier let out a low whistle. โChicago?โ you nodded in response, โThatsโa long driveโ Something about the old man reminded you of your dad. Maybe it was the concern in his voice, the deep set eyes or mauve the way he looked worried instead of judgmental. Either way it made your heart ache. โI'd be careful out there in I were you,โ the man slid a folded road map across the counter.
โWell,โ you said, lifting up the hem of your shirt, barely enough to show your small black handgun tucked into your waistband, โmy daddy made sure his only child had some protectionโ. The cashier nodded approvingly, โSmart man.โ The man behind the register shook his head in approval, โTotalโs $6.12, girlieโ. You handed over the cash, gathered your map, drinks and hot dog. As he handed over the receipt, his expression was soft. โWhateverโs waiting for you up there,โ he said softly โ I hope it' s kinder than whatever you're leavinโ behind.โ
For a moment the air felt thick. You had forgotten about your face, the bruise that's slowly taking over your left cheek. You just nodded.ย
โMe tooโ
Instantly, the summer air hit you. Thick and swampy. The parking lot wasn't empty anymore, you in your accord, a black sleek car and a rusty van all gathered. You make your way to your accord, trying to balance the drinks while managing to fish your keys out of your pocket. The second the doors unlocked, a large head popped up from the passenger seat, "There's my good boyโ You let Murphy out, letting him stretch his legs trusting him to still remain by you.ย
You poured him some water in a makeshift bowl you made out of a saucepan you found while you were throwing all of your belongings into your car. You set the water down and scratched behind his ears, then focused your attention on the gas pump. The nozzle had set in place. You barely had started pumping when the side of the van slid open. Three men climbed out, the immediate sensation of your hair standing up and shoulders tensing puts your nervous system into over-drive. โWell lookโit over hereโ You kept your eyes locked on the gas pump, why can't these things go faster? Another one of the men laughed, โYou look a little far from home, ainโt ya?โ You ignored them. You would rather die than give any men like them a lick of attention. Years of being a woman taught you a lot of things, one of them being that usually no response, is the best response. Apparently, they didn't appreciate that.ย
They inched closer, so close you can smell the cigarettes and cheap beer leaking from their clothes. The one closest to you narrowed his eyes at you โJesus.โ You stiffened, Murphy attending your side, eyes locked on all three men. He pointed at your face, โWhat the hell got ahold of you?โย
Instinctively, your hand traced your cheek. The bruises had faded from the angry fist print to a bruise beginning to form. Your left cheek was already swollen, you can feel heat radiating on the side. The question alone made your stomach turn, not because of them asking but from how interested they seemed.
You dropped your hand, โMind your fuckinโ business.โ The first man held up his hands. โSorry lady, just askinโโ you cross your arms, leaning on your car. โThen stop.โ
For a split second you recognized his facial expression, you learned it long ago, the kind when a man wasnโt getting the reaction he wanted. โFeisty bitch.โ he muttered. Another one laughed, โmaybe thats how she got the black eye.โ
Murphy jumped up from sitting onto all four paws, a low growl penetrated from his chest. The men all shifted their gaze to him โAw thats cuteโ and the three men laughed, โDamn dog thinks its so scary.โ
You shift your weight in your heels, โI would be careful yโknow.โ Your grip on the gas handle gets tighter and tighter. โMy dog bites.โ You said evenly, trying to be unaffected.ย Murphโs ears go flat, another deeper, more threatening growl rumbled. The tallest man took a step towards the car, immediately Murphy lunged at him, he would have bit the poor man if he wasn't so glued to your hip. Dog would never leave your side. โJesus Christโ all three men take a few steps back.
"Yeah," you said dryly. โI told you he bites.โ The tallest man, who had previously tried to take a step towards you twitched his head, โyou mouthy fuckinโ female.โ your stomach twisted, you hated that sentence, that tone, the cocky-ness. All of it just reminded you of the horror movie you just ran from. โWhy are you alone anyways? Pretty thing like you, with nobody to watch you.โ he licks his lips. As if being alone pumping gas was some kind of invitation.
You looked away to the gas pump, focusing solely on the numbers climbing up. Almost done, almost at a full tank. Then you can get the hell out of here.ย
โSheโs not alone.โ the voice came from somewhere beside you, all three of those men turned around, facing the accusation.You looked between the gas pump and the trio to see the black car youโd taken note of earlier. Two men were standing outside of it now.
One was tall, really freakishly tall, shaggy flat hair that pressed down to his brow. He held a bottle of water in one hand and was staring daggers through each of the men in front of you, thoroughly unimpressed.
The other one, leaning so casually against the drivers side door, blondish hair and green eyes sporting a leather jacket. He was relaxed, like he couldnโt care less about this situation at all.
โMurphy, get.โย
You swing the driver's side door open, and Murphy immediately obeyed, assuming his position in the front seat. The second he was settled, the dog planted himself behind the wheel, ears pinned and teeth bared through the window. The tallest man scoffed, finally taking a step back from your car. His attention shifted past you and toward the two strangers standing near the black impala. โAnd who the hell are you?โ he asked.
โSam.โ the taller one answered, so matter of fact, so simple.ย
The men looked between themselves, โyeah, and what about you?โ chin gesturing to the driver.
โDean.โ The driver said, smiling.ย
Something about the way he said it made it sound like you were supposed to know him instead of complete strangers standing in a gas station parking lot.. Judging by the confused look on the other man's face, y'all were total strangers. Dean whistled dramatically, โYeesh, alright i think it's pretty obvious our friend here wants nothinโ to with yโall. Now go.โ
His green eyes flickered towards you for a second, just long enough for your spine to be on fire. He looked back at the trio.ย
He saw it, the bruises. The bright lights above the gas pumps were definitely not doing your face any favors.
โI think y'all should do everyone a favor and get back in your van.โ He dipped his head and adjusted his stance on the car, standing up fully.
โOr what?โ
Deanโs smile sharpened, not enough to be threatening but enough to make you think it wouldnโt be a hard switch to turn on. Dean tilted his head towards your car. Murphy immediately lets out a string of barks, deep and throaty. โOr he gets a chance to properly introduce himself.โ Murphy punctuated that statement with a bark that echoed in the lot. The trio of men lingered before finally backing off, โWhateverโ the tallest one muttered. Dean nodded,โgood choice.โ
The van doors slammed shut one after another, the engine roaring to life as the vehicle pulled out of the station. You didn't realize just how tense you had gotten until those particular taillights disappeared down the highway. The parking lot fell into silence again, Murphy let out a grumble as he made himself comfortable in the passenger seat.ย
โYโknow that dog thinks he just saved your life.โ Dean chuckled. You spin towards him. Dean had moved closer to you, sliding his hands into his leather jacket. Somehow relaxed, not a single indicator of being fresh out of a confrontation. โHe did save my life,โ you smile. Dean just raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips together. โNo, I'm pretty sure all he did was yell.โ
โSuprised a man like you doesn't know intimidation is a skill.โ Your head sits cocked to the side.ย The gas pump clicked, signaling your tank was finally full. A filthy grin spread on his face, โTrust me, sweetheart, I know.โ Sam groaned from across the car, rolling his eyes โHere we go.โ
You couldn't help the laugh that slipped but looking down at the total of your gas bill you winced, forty-two dollars. Bye-Bye the rest of your gas budget. With a sigh, you face back to Dean and Sam. โAre you really driving all the way to Chicago?โ Dean asked, watching you. Eyebrows raised โHowโd you know that?โย
โCashier talks.โย
You groaned, โYeah, of course he does.โ Dean grins even wider, "that's one hell of a drive,โ he walks his way around to you, closing the distance between yall, โYou're not driving alone, are you?โ You nodded. His expression changed for a slight moment, a short flash of concern. But replaced quickly just as soon as it appeared. โThatโs one hell of a drive.โ Sam shifted his weight and offered a small smile, first time the kid looked at you in the eyes, โyeah, tell me about it.โ Sam gestured towards Murphy. โWell uh, least you got him.โย
You shook your head.โYeahโ you said smiling looking over your shoulder at your boy. โHes not exactly incognito.โ Dean laughed and flashed his teeth. You could tell what kind of man he was, a charmer. A man used to getting everything he wants handed to him. Something about these boys seemed dangerous.ย
As you tossed your map onto the dash, you noticed out of the corner of your eye the men standing up straight. Samโs phone was ringing. Sam glanced at the small screen before passing a look to Dean.
Someone serious must have called. Dean sighed, โDamn it,โ Neither one of the two looked amused. Whatever they had going on clearly wasnโt something they shared with strangers, so when you looked back, Dean was already climbing into the drivers side but he paused. โWell, Chicago.โ You frowned. โMy name isnโt Chicago.โ Dean just smirked. โI think it suits you.โ
Before you could stand any sort of protest, he slipped into the car. Seconds later the car's engine screamed alive, Sam gave you a small wave and a smile before climbing into the passenger seat before peeling out of the station and disappearing onto the highway.ย
Only when the headlights became faint little twinkles did you climb into your Accord. Murphy immediately shoved his head onto the arm rest. You gave him a big pat on the butt and started your engine. You looked toward the empty highway.
As you drive, you relax. The pain of your cheek and eye throbbed. The warmth of the bruise stretching across your face.ย
Thats all you could feel as you passed through the deserted highway. You adjusted your grip on the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago, you were in your apartment. You were coming home from work. Murphy was waiting by the door. You knew every pothole, every streetlight, every short cut. Now, that was all in your rearview mirror.
Just keep driving.
The words repeated in your brain like a prayer.
Just keep driving.ย
You had your plan: Chicago, apartment, fresh start. That was all you needed. A city where nobody knew you. An apartment where nobody could hurt you. A life without living on egg-shells. The bruise on your face throbbed. The bruises hidden beneath your clothes hurt worse.ย
You swallowed hard.ย
No. You couldn't do this.ย
The second your mind drifts back to him, back to your ex, you immediately try to show those thoughts away. You werenโ t doing this tonight, especially when you're driving at 85 miles per hour on the darkest stretch of highway. Youโd spent enough nights crying over him. Enough nights curled up in bed wondering why everything hurt so much. Enough nights staring at the ceiling trying to convince yourself that he really didnโt mean to hit you, that he does love you, and somehow he would be different tomorrow.ย ย
Just keep driving.ย
Everything hurts. Your back hurts, your neck hurts, and your wallet definitely hurts. Two days after you left Texas, you were beginning to understand the deep hatred people have for road trips.And if you had to eat one more gas station hot dog, you were fairly certain it would send you into the ER.ย
Above you the motel sign flickered overhead as you pulled into the parking lot.ย
VACANCY!
One of the letters buzzed more aggressively than the others, threatening to give up at any moment. The perfect establishment a woman traveling alone should be staying in! โOh, don't look at me like that,โ Murphy glanced up from the passenger seat.โYou don't get an opinion. You didn't have to spend forty-three dollars on gas today.โ His tail thumped against the seat.
The motel itself wasnโt better than the sign. A long row of identical doors stretched across the building, each one painted a faded shade of blue. The parking lot was half empty, illuminated by the buzzing yellow lights. This whole place looked sick but still, a bed and shower. Standards were rock bottom.ย
Twenty minutes later, your standing inside room fourteen. Murphy immediately claiming the bed nearest the window, the entire bed. The oversized shepherd mix spun in three circles before going onto his back. โThats my bed.โ Murphy stops, turning over to look at you, tail wagging. โMoveโ you pointed towards the second bed, โThat one is literally empty.โ Murphy just rested his head on his paws. Conversation over.
Somehow the motel room looked exactly how you;d expected, the floral comforters, questionable artwork, a television that only works on two of the channels. Home sweet home.
After grabbing some clothes and dog food from the car, you were finally able to shower. The motel bathroom wasnt much to look at, cracked tiles and a mirror with a weird ring of brown around it. For twenty glorious minutes, you stood beneath the steaming water and let it wash away two days worth of road grime, sweat and exhaustion.
Your eyes drifted toward the mirror.
The bruising on your cheek had started to fade-ish. Yellow, purple, and green stretched across the left side of your face like someone had taken a paintbrush to your skin. The swelling had gone down some, but it was still there. Still visible, still a reminder.ย
You looked away, putting your oversized hoodie and sleep shorts before stepping back into the motel room. Murphy was already waiting by the door. The second he saw you his tail was thumping against the carpet. You huffed, โFine.โ
Ten minutes go by and you found yourself wandering across the motel parking lot while Murphy sniffed every square inch of grass he could find.
The motel wasn't exactly bustling with energy, a few scattered cars, a flickering neon sign and the sounds of a television from someone's window. You shoved your hands deeper into your hoodie pocket, then froze.
A black car sat parked three doors down. You stared at it. The longer you looked at it the more familiar it felt. Black paint, chrome and a long body.ย
โWhat the hell?โ Murphy lifted his head while you stood and stared at the car ,then the motel, then the car again.ย "Looks familiar don'it?"
@ashlizabeth - hope you enjoy!! part two is coming sooner than you think!! *wink wink nudge nudge*
๐ฃฒ frank who doesn't even ask what you wanted for your birthday, that book you inspected for two seconds? your favorite candy? all wrapped for you. he'd spent the two weeks before preparing for this event, collecting little things you've been looking at for too long when window shopping.
๐ฃฒ frank who you would find in the kitchen with coffee and a cupcake, slightly smushed from his lack of grace getting it home to you.
๐ฃฒ frank who doesn't even ask what you wanted for your birthday, that book you inspected for two seconds? your favorite candy? all wrapped for you. he'd spent the two weeks before preparing for this event, collecting little things you've been looking at for too long when window shopping.
๐ฃฒ frank would disappear for a few hours, going to every store imaginable just so he can get the balloons in the exact shade of your favorite color, just to see you smile.
๐ฃฒ he would make sure nobody upsets you on your birthday, he would take it a little too personally. a car honking while you cross the street, a friend didn't call, a rude cashier, a car who honks at you - his demeanor would change instantly, gone was your sweet boyfriend, in comes in the punisher. His jaw would go tight, his eyes would lock onto the perpetrator, he almost would get violent but is always swept back by you're tugging on his arm, "frankie, i promise it's okay."
๐ฃฒ later that night would be intimate, not sexually however, when yall sit together on the fire escape or on top of the van, he's lost in thought. He just sits there, watching you eat cake, finally he would say real quietly, "Didn't think i'd get to t'see you have anotha one." you'd drop the cake slice next to you and pull him close, "you'll make it to the next one, frankie"
HELP!!! I CAN'T GET FRANK OUT OF MY HEAD, HELP ME!!!
Life was finally starting to feel like it was going somewhere before everything fell apart. You were a senior in college working behind the bar on weekends stressing about finals and rent and all the little things that seemed important back then. You had friends, plans, a future. Now every moment felt like you were on edge ready to fight or run at any second.
The dead walked. People vanished overnight. Safety was a memory now. And somehow you ended up in the woods with a group of strangers camped out north of Atlanta trying to pretend like this was all normal.
These days you stuck close to Amy. The two of you washed clothes down by the quarry fished when supplies ran low and tried to keep each other distracted from the reality of what the world had become. Everyone else had their jobs, their own routines. Yours mostly involved trying not to stare at Shane.
It was a losing battle. Maybe it was because Shane carried himself like he knew what he was doing when nobody else did. Maybe it was the way people listened when he spoke. Maybe it was just because in a world that had gone completely crazy Shane was really attractive.
Whatever the reason, you couldn't help yourself. Shane noticed. He caught every glance that lingered long. Every time your eyes drifted to his hands while he cleaned a rifle. Every time you watched him split firewood sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Every time he looked over and found you already looking.
Sometimes you swore he did things on purpose. The smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth whenever he caught you staring didn't help. "Hey girl " he'd call, leaning back against a truck like he hadn't just watched you nearly walk into a tree. "Need a favor." Every single time your stomach would drop.
Because the worst part wasn't that Shane knew it was that he knew what it did to you.
After spending most of the evening cleaning fish you were covered in sweat, dirt and fish guts. You headed toward Dales RV hoping to find a washcloth or something to clean up with. Dale looked up from where he was tinkering with something near the door. "Hey sweetie what do you need?"
"Just a cloth, please." You held up your hands stained with fish blood and scales. Dales eyes widened immediately. "Yeah you stay there I'll grab one."
A moment later he emerged from the RV carrying two washcloths and a small bar of soap. "The last of what I've got." he said, pressing them into your hands. "Enjoy it" You smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Dale seriously." With your newfound treasure in hand you made your way down toward the river.
The evening air had finally started to cool the sounds of camp growing quieter behind you with every step. The water glimmered beneath the fading sunlight. You might well take a proper bath while you're at it. Lord knew you needed one.
You set the soap and cloth on a rock before crouching at the waters edge. The cool river water felt heavenly against your aching hands as you scrubbed away the grime from the day's work. Dirt, sweat and fish blood swirled away with the current disappearing downstream. For the time all day you felt relaxed. Just for a little.
"Well, well, well look at this slacker." You nearly jumped, whipping your head around at the sound of the drawl. A figure stepped out from the brush shoulders catching the last of the evening light. You didn't even need to see his face to know who it was. By now you had Shane Walsh memorized. Every inch of him.
"Yeah, whatever." you shot back rolling your eyes. "You're welcome for dinner by the way." You'd only spent half the day hauling in fish while everyone else handled their camp chores. Maybe you couldn't shoot a handgun worth a damn but you could outfish every single person in camp and everybody knew it. Shane chuckled. "Oh sweetheart, I was just messin' with you."
The nickname sent a shock down your spine and through your stomach. He started toward the riverbank closing the distance between you with that confidence of his. A bundle of clothes hung from one hand. You hated how aware you became whenever he got close. Hated how your pulse picked up. Hated how good he looked after a day all sweat-slick skin and rolled sleeves. Mostly you hated that he knew it.
"Looks like Dale finally took pity on you " Shane said, nodding toward the soap and washcloth sitting on the rock nearby. You glanced down at them. "Apparently I smelled bad to concern him." Shane laughed, low and warm. "Nah if you smelled that bad we'd have left you for the walkers already."ย
"You're such an ass."ย
"Mm " he smirked. "Yet here you are."
The words hung in the air between you. You opened your mouth to fire back some remark but nothing came out. Shane noticed, of course he did. A slow grin tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took another step forward. Then another. Your back wasn't against anything. Suddenly it felt like there was nowhere to go.
"In case you didn't notice I was here first " you said, trying to sound annoyed. "What are you even doing over here? Don't you have anything to do?" His eyes flickered over your face. "I came here to get myself clean." he said. "What about you sweetheart, what are you doing sitting by the water all by yourself?"ย
"Nothin'." you grumbled.
Shane laughed, almost inaudible but still patronizing. Trying to distract yourself from the situation you'd somehow found yourself in, you turned away. Dropped to the rivers edge. You scrubbed at your hands enough that the rough cloth burned against your skin. The cool water wasn't helping as much as it should have.
Shane let out a laugh behind you. "You keep on doin' that your gonna scrub your skin clean off." "I'd rather do that than listen to you." "Mhmm." You hated that sound that knowing sound. The one that said he could see through you. You focused harder on the washcloth trying to think about anything
"Fish scales " you muttered to yourself. "Dirt."The man standing three feet away. "You nervous?" Shane asked. "No."
"Another lie." You rolled your eyes. Glanced up and that was a big mistake. Shane was leaning against a tree arms crossed over his chest watching you with the patience of a man who knew he was winning.
"You got a high opinion of yourself don't you?" A grin tugged at his mouth. "Not usually." His eyes met yours. "Just when it comes to you." The breath caught in your throat before you could stop it. For a second neither of you said anything. The river rushed past and somewhere in the distance someone laughed back at camp. It felt far away.
Shane pushed off the tree slowly deliberately. Your pulse jumped. "You know " he said quietly stopping in front of you "most people get real good at avoiding things that scare them." You tilted your head. " Whats that supposed to mean?" His gaze dropped briefly to your mouth back to your eyes. "It means you've been looking at me for weeks." The words landed like a punch.
"You still ain't run." Your eyes widened. "Just because you know how to shoot better than me. Thats all. "you said, trying to sound calm. "You said you'd teach me. You haven't."
"What would change if I taught you?" Shane took another step forward another. The space between you was disappearing quickly it made your head spin. "I think you like having me around."
You rolled your eyes refusing to give him the satisfaction. "Oh please." A smirk tugged at his mouth.
"I think you love it." Your breath caught and there it was, that confidence, that arrogance that made you want to shove him into the river and kiss him at the time.
Before you could think of a response Shane's hands settled on your arms, solidly holding you in place just enough that looking away felt impossible. "Shane thats notโ"
"Not what?" His voice was lower now rougher. "Not what all those stares are saying?" You. The river rushed behind you but it sounded distant and muted.
The only thing you could think about was Shane. "Doll," Shane said softly, tilting his head a bit. "I would hate to be wrong." His eyes looked down at your mouth for a second. That was long enough to make your stomach feel weird.
"But I think you want me as much as I want you " Shane said.
His words really got to you. Made your stomach start to churn.
Not because they surprised you or anything. Because they did not surprise you. You had been trying not to think about Shane for weeks.
You had been trying not to notice how his shirts fit him. You had been trying not to wonder what it would be like if he ever looked at you like you looked at him. Now he was looking at you like that. He was close enough that you could feel the heat coming from him. He was close enough that one step would make you touch.
"You are so full of it " you said to Shane. You didn't really mean it, you hoped this was all true, all of it wasn't in your head. Shane just smiled more. "There you are" he said. You glared at him.
He just stood there. You just stood there too.
It was weird that neither of you moved. It made your heart beat faster. Shane looked at your face. Then at your eyes again. "So tell me I am wrong " he said. It was like a challenge.
Shane's hands on your arms loosened up so you could leave if you wanted to.You could just walk away.You did not move. You just stayed there. For the first time all night Shane looked a little out of breath.
Before you could say anything Shane moved closer to you.
He leaned down. Kissed you.
It was hard and fast.
Like he had been wanting to do it for weeks and finally,ย just did it. It took your breath away.
His hands went to your waist. Pulled you close to him. Like he did not want any space between you. For a moment you could not think. You did not think about anything.
Just Shane.
Just the way his skin felt on yours and the way his hands held you. Like he was afraid you would disappear or something. When he finally stopped kissing you he did not move away.
His forehead was still on yours. You were both breathing hard.
"Damn it " Shane said, backing away from you, licking his lips. He rests his hands above his head.
"What?" you asked. Looking at shane almost frantic. You knew this was a mistake, hes just horny and alone. Thats all this was.ย
Shane just shook his head. Running his hands through his thick dark curls. Heโs almost out of breath.
"You have no idea what you have been doing to me " he said. His hands suddenly were all over you. You pressed yourself into his chest. "Shane please " you said into his neck.
Soon as Shane heard that he changed. "Baby, tell me you want this " he said. His voice was low and shaky.
He was not demanding anything. He just really needed to hear it.
Shane touched you where you wanted him to. The fire in your stomach was getting hotter.
"Shane, please do not make me wait, " you said. Your voice was strained. It was like Shane was going to lose it then. "Oh sweetheart, I wouldnโt dream of it " he said. Shane pulls you close, putting his hands at the border of your tank top and shorts, yanking your top off in a swift movement. He swooped you up and placed you on the grass. His hands were clumsy roaming all over your body with an eagerness not the usual stoic and precise Shane.
โSweetheart, can you take your pants off for me?โ Shane tilted his head and kissed up your neck, right behind your ear.ย
Immediately you unbutton and rip your pants down your legs, you black thong coming off with them, Shane scans you up and down. โWell, ain't that nice.โ Shane dips down and runs his tongue down to your peaked nipples, making little circles around and around.ย
โSha-Shane, please touch me.โ You beg arching into his mouth, craving any touch he can foster.
โWhatever you want babyโ Shane trails his rough hands down to your wet cunt. โHow โbout that huh? Already so so needy and I just started with you.โ You reach your hand down to his rock hard bulge trapped in denim. โGirlie if you dont stop that I might finish this quicklyโ he chuckles
Shane takes his two longest fingers and plunges them inside of you, hard and fast. Moans and gasps escape you, unable to control any bodily function. โThat feel alright?โ Shane pumps his hand faster, other hand toying with your nipples.
โYe-yes Shane. Yes. I want mor-reโ It was music to his ears, his beautiful girl under him writhing about.ย
โWhat do you want more of, sweetheart, tell me baby.โ He pulls his fingers out achingly slow and pushes them back in even slower. โShane your cock, I want your cock.โย
โAtta girlโ he takes his hand to his own belt and pants to fumble with the buckle and zipper. In that moment Shane could have sworn it took 30 minutes just to pull his pants down.
He instinctively reaches his hands under your waist, flipping you over in one swift motion. โYou're gonna be good for me right, sweetheart?โย
โYes shaneโ You tease him a little by sticking your ass up, wading side to side rubbing yourself on his exposed cock. He felt a lot bigger than what you had imagined.
During campfires you would see his bulge just asking for you to unveil it. His arms were always exposed, either by rolled up button downs or just t-shirts. The first time you saw him without a shirt on you were sure you might be losing it. After months of being in a new world he still managed to look like that.
โOh you dont know what im going to do to youโโ he whispers in your ear, sliding the tip of his rock-hard cock over your dripping folds. Your untameable moans escape you the second shane fills you with all of his inches, his girth stretching your walls just right. He starts soft and slow letting you adjust and squirm for a second but the millisecond you adjust, Shane loses control and slams into you.ย
Beat after beat.
Beat after beat.
โSh-aneโ was all you could muster, Shane grabs your throat and hair pulling your face up, โSweetheart you like that? Does that make ya feel good?โ all the sounds come crashing down at once, the river, your wetness around his cock, his moans combining with yours. All you couldย
โReach your hand back and play with yourself, babyโ he commands, releasing your throat and hair allowing you to reach your clit and make little circles. Shane continues with his force slowing down a little. โIm going to cum shaneโ you squeal overwhelmed with all of it. Shane's unrelenting cock repeatedly pounds into you.ย
โThats good sweetheart, is my cock making you feel good?โ All you can manage is moans, a true response would be impossible as Shane just slams into you faster.ย
โBaby can you keep touching yourself?โall of it was too much, his cock filling you up and the abuse on your clit, it's a wonder how the camp hasn't heard any of your moans or screams by now.ย
Shane is at his peak and so are you by now, both of you guys are sweaty moaning messes. โOkay baby cum now, cum with me babyโ he says hot and raspy in your ear and so you do as your told. The burning release that was built up in your stomach is extinguished as you ride out your high on shane. โThere you go babyโ shane delivers soft bucks until he ultimately pulls out.ย
He rolled onto his back beside you, staring up at the darkening sky. "We definitely need to use that soap now, don't we?" he chuckled, extending an arm toward you. You laughed despite yourself and scooted closer, tucking yourself against his side. His arm settled around your shoulders automatically, like it belonged there.
For the first time in months, maybe since all of this started, you felt warm.
Safe.
"I can't believe I let you ambush me like that," you muttered. "We probably missed all of dinner." A pout tugged at your lips as you dropped your full weight against him. Shane huffed a laugh.
"Ambush you?" his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, ambush me."
"Sweetheart, if I remember correctly, you had plenty of opportunities to walk away." You groaned and buried your face against his shirt. "I liked you better when you weren't right."
"That's a lie."
His chest rumbled beneath your cheek as he laughed. The sound made something in your chest ache. Not in a bad way. Just enough to remind you how long it had been since you'd felt anything close to normal.
For a while, neither of you spoke.The river trickled nearby. Crickets chirped in the trees. Camp felt miles away. Shane's hand drifted absentmindedly along your arm.
"You know they're never gonna let me live this down." You lifted your head. "Whatโre you talkinโ about?" His grin returned. "The second Amy sees us together." Your eyes widened. "Oh my God."
"Mm-hm."
"She is never going to shut up about it."
"Nope."
You groaned again and shoved lightly at his chest. Shane caught your hand before you could pull away. His smile softened. "Hey." The teasing vanished from his voice. You looked up at him. "Yeah?โ For a moment, he just looked at you. Like he was making sure you were real. Then he squeezed your hand.
Summary: A Butcher and a Baker shouldn't mix. You've built something soft. Frank destroys all in his path. Yet somehow, you're drawn to each other. Make no mistake, this isn't a romance. It's a crime scene.
Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader
Warnings: 18+ Always. Canon level Violence. Character Death (non-major). Smut. Frenemies. A little hurt comfort if you squint.
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**notes smut.
Chapter 1: Preheat to 375ยฐ - Dropping 5/12
Chapter 2: Beat Until Stiff
Chapter 3: Sanitize Your Work Surface
Chapter 4: Cut the Crust Off
Chapter 5: Punch Your Dough
Chapter 6: Caramelize to a Thick Crust
Chapter 7: Fold in Wet Ingredients**
Chapter 8: Serve Before it Cools
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