Hey! Cammy here, I know it has been forever since I have posted but there are ideas in the works! I can proudly say that I am okay and I will be working on a few ideas. Stay tuned! Request are OPEN, one shots and imagines only please!
Summary: Just a poem you wrote to Dean one night that he finds.
A/N: Recently I have just came back to writing and in my time that I was away, I got lost in my own mind. I wanted to drown out the world with made up fantasies in my own head that I knew, sadly they would never come true. In that epiphany moment, I have come to terms with it and seeing what the world is for the first time clearly. It is filled with hate and prejudice beyond belief but, it carries so much beauty within the madness. If you just turn off the news and take a moment or two to yourself, by yourself. You can see what I truly mean. This writing has been something that grounds me to beauty and accepting the storm that lays ahead. I know that if you are a Dean person - like myself, you have thought about these things many times when you look into those green eyes. So this writing is to Dean, from you.
The three of you grunted when you all shuffled through the large metal door of the bunker. Good hunt gone bad was honestly all you could say about it. Dean especially took the majority of the beating. Sadly you were captured and tortured for a good bit but nothing too severe, guess you could say you were lucky.
“I call the first shower.” Dean winced when he sat his duffle bag down on the map table.
“Go for it.” You shared and he was on his way down the hall to the showers. Sam however, fled to his room to get some much needed shut eye. He had been staying up all night with doing the research that you all needed to gank this SOB. You were glad that none of you were severely injured but when Dean saw what the demon had done to you, he was quiet. You knew he was probably blaming himself for you getting snagged.
It made quite the uncomfortable two hour long drive to get here, that's for sure. He wouldn’t even look at you from the rearview mirror.
You carried your things to your room that you two shared and started to unpack, prepping clothes to be washed and putting things back in their rightful places while Dean was getting clean.
Shortly after you got situated Dean came in and you gave him a signature half smile, him not returning the gesture. You furrowed your brows and huffed. “Are you going to keep giving me the silent treatment or are we going to talk about this. I'll say it again D, it’s not your fault what happened. It’s mine, I wasn’t on guard when I should have been and I paid the price.”
He sighed and turned his back to you.
“Fine.” You slammed your notebook that you were holding on the bedside table and grabbed your clothes to shower, leaving the room without another word.
Your prized notebook that you kept, it was full of stories, journal entries, poems, drawings. Anything you thought of the time to fill a page. It was honestly the only thing keeping you sane at this point with hunting. You took it with you everywhere. It was a small leather bound pocket book but it held many of your precious moments and secrets.
The leather bound book was open though, on a freshly written page. Maybe a week old or two at most. It caught Dean’s eye when he saw it, it looked to be a letter. His eyes looked to the open door and back at the book. Surly you wouldn’t come back at least for a little while longer, Dean was curious. Before he knew what he was doing he sat down on your side of the bed, picked up the little book in his large hands and his eyes drifted over the words.
Kind eyes that burn with red hot rage can only be missed once the moment is gone. The passion behind the melancholy sweet heart that weighs heavy like the weight, on your shoulders. I am but humble as you keep me, never letting my true feelings for you fully show or that they might scare you away perhaps I will never know.
Originally when I met you I took kindly to your kindness, your presence alone envelopes me like a warm blanket over a cold stone. Of course that is only a metaphor to my cold heart, or so it would seem. Nothing but your soft smile that makes my heart gleam.
For seeing you truly happy, even for a moment. I can't help but to stop and stare, afraid you wont show it. Because being happy means there is a sadness, a sadness that knows no boundaries, no race, no color, it sees what it wants and leaves you to suffer.
You drink to not feel, not think but honestly even you can't escape from the thoughts that drag you down. We are one of the same, you and I. We know what it is like to lose everything you’ve had, feeling your sanity slip through your fingers again and again, once more for good measure.
You keep me humble, the fire inside of me burns brightly when you’re around. You take my pain and my heavy thoughts away. You take away all the hurt and suffrage I have ever felt like it is rightfully yours to gain. You might not know it but you have saved my life time and time again, I'm not talking about hunts because we both know we all make simple mistakes. I've saved your ass too if we are talking in that sense of case. I mean the thought of you has saved me, saved me when I was too far gone to ask for help. You reached out your calloused, gentle hand and raised me from the darkness that we have fought together. You saved me when I thought I couldn’t be saved, once, twice, three times and many more. When I pushed away your hand, you're a stubborn man and reached out once more.
You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, always looking out for others and never yourself until things get bad. I can't explain the feeling I feel when I see you sad, it’s like I can't breathe because you are the breath in my lungs. You are the glue that holds me together. Your happiness makes me feel light as a feather. When I see that you are sad, I try everything in my care, taking care of you is something I enjoy even if you say it’s not fair.
You see yourself as someone you hate, despising your existence, like being bad is your fate. As I take your face in my hands, thumbing away the hot tears that you cry. I can't help but to cry with you, the pain like feeling that I might die. Seeing you sad hurts me beyond repair so it would seem but then you go and smile and I'm better once more.
You are not a monster, Dean Winchester. You are a man that is kind, loving and gentle. You can not make yourself up into something you simply are not to be. My love for you is unconditional, that is true. It is pure, and my heart belongs to you. I see now that you are more than what you show, the walls you have put up come crashing down to rubble, looking like dark snow. I love you, Dean Winchester. I always have, from the moment I saw you. I could say it over again, pleasure when you ask me to. When the pad of your thumb runs over my bottom lip, I utter those three words that make your heart skip. The hitch in your breath when I put my lips upon yours, sends a shiver down my spine, something I’ve learned to love, your touch feels so divine.
When I tell you I love you, I mean it wholeheartedly. When I tell you I love you, I mean it with every breath that I breathe. I can’t imagine anyone I would ever want to be with if it isn’t you. I can’t imagine being anywhere else if not in your strong arms that hold me so tight. Dean Winchester you are the light of my life, I am so glad that I met you. Falling in love with you everyday seems to only be a dream that I am afraid I might wake up soon. As I pour my heart out into these words that I write I have to end it soon but what can I say that hasn’t already been said? You mean more to me than you'll ever know, so keep your head held high king, I have more to show. Yours truly, Y/N
Wow. Was this really what you thought of him? A tear slipped down his cheek, and before he could wipe it away, your hand did it for him.
Dean looked up at you from where he sat, his eyes searching yours for anything that would make these words false but he found nothing. In a swift movement, Dean put the book to the side and pulled you down, capturing your lips with his in a sweet but needy kiss. Finally when you both pulled away, breathless, he laid his forehead against yours. “This true?” He asked softly, never above a whisper.
“Every word.” You smiled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as well.
“I love you too.” Was all he said before he pulled you in for a kiss once more.
Summary: Y/N always felt out of place. Like she didn’t belong in this life. In this universe. She felt like she belonged and had a purpose somewhere else. Of course she never knew where until something bad happened and led her to her destiny. To her purpose in life.
Chapter trigger warnings: Mentions of suicide, shitty parents, mentions of depression, mentions of low self-esteem, blood, minor character death
A/N: So I just recently thought about this and it has been on my mind recently. Maybe I can turn it into a series maybe not. This is actually one of my longest things I've ever written, positive feedback is always welcome and constructive criticism is nice as long as you are, I am always trying to improve ;) Let me know what ya think!
Your home life wasn’t all what you had hoped it would be, it wasn’t bad but you suppose it wasn’t good either. After years of being bossed around by your mother and all the verbal abuse from your family members, it seemed that life wasn’t turning out like you had hoped. You felt like the walls around you were your cage. How? You have always been told and kept reminding yourself that people had it worse than you, that you had it made. Your mother and father fought constantly while you grew up and still do. You remembered a time when you were younger and hoped they would make amends and it would be better, it never happened. The fighting only got worse as you grew and started to become more aware of the arguments. Pretty soon you couldn’t escape them, they always seemed to happen while you were around. You wondered if they were fighting about you, of course they were. What else would they be fighting about? It has always been you or money, past things that your mother brought up that didn’t matter now.
Both of your parents were quite complex yet strangely simple. Your father was a toxic masculine man, tall and with dark features. He was loud when he got angry, you were constantly afraid of him hitting you but he never laid a finger on you somehow. He was simple. He liked cars, you would help him with them when you were little. He was a mechanic. Honestly they were some of your fondest memories. Even if he was constantly fighting with your mother or really verbal with the abuse he laid into you, he managed to be surprised when you seemed to magically have self-esteem issues. Honestly, heavens no. Not his child.
He was an asshole but there were moments that he wasn’t, you held onto those for your dear life. Like the moments when you were little? The nice memories of the past. They tend to sadden you now that you are older, wishing you could return into that carefree state of mind. Growing up sucked. Bad. Even when you were younger you saw what it turned into. Both of your parents were unhappy with life. It never changed. Even if you liked your father more than your mother, you still always felt uncomfortable around him. You two rarely spoke and when you did it was a question or small talk.
Now your mother? Ha, she was something different than your father who was actually quite laid back. No, your mother was an uptight bitch who constantly rode your ass like a pack mule. Throwing more emotional and mental issues on your back like a load, expecting you to just accept it and move on. With her it was always her way or the highway or so the saying goes, something like that. Even with small things like folding laundry, if you didn't do it her way then she would get pissed off and blame things on you that have no correlation what-so-ever. It was just sad.
You never felt like you deserved any of it. It never sat right with you. Well everything thinks their parents are shit but why you? Isn’t that what everyone thinks?
You held onto the moments where things seemed to be so normal, family outings to the fair every year or walking around the mall. Sure there were still some bickering and banter between the two of them but nothing like the usual. It was nice, you didn’t feel like running away and hiding. Something you often did when you were at home, being in your room all day everyday until your only best friend invited you out with her. She was a nice getaway, a break from your family. Hell, when you were in your teens you’d spend weeks at a time at her house. Her parents were divorced but her mom was cool, she let you drink sometimes. You two still are best of friends, peas in a pod, creme and cookie of the oreo.
Now Anna, your best friend since freshman year of highschool, she was a character. She was your twin flame, or so she called it. Frankly you never heard of the term before she used it and explained it to you one night, you two were at her step-dad’s house in the kitchen. You remembered it vividly.
The blonde haired, blue eyed female was to your right while you stood at the end of the kitchen island, looking at the marbled surface. Y/E/C eyes casted down on the surface under your fingers.
“That’s what i'm saying, we lived virtually the same lives but yet we are different in most aspects.” She said softly but with enthusiasm.
“Hmm?” You zoned out for a moment while she went on a tangent, thinking about a place that isn’t here. You did it more often than you’d like to admit honestly. You rather be hunting with Sam and Dean.
“Y/N, are you listening? Twin flames.” She waved a hand in front of your face to grab your attention.
Your glossy gaze lifted and became clear to focus on your bff. “Huh?” You said again. Sad you didn’t get to finish your thoughts about your hunt in this other world. It all felt so vivid and real until you came falling back into reality. Shit blows.
“Twin flames. That's what we are.” She repeated herself. Maybe she picked up on the blank stare you gave her but when it clicked, she explained. “It's like your twin but not.”
“Helpful.” You nodded sarcastically.
“Y/N i'm serious! Think of tinkerbell and her sister.”
“Periwinkle.” You said before your mind even registered that you knew it, must have been the millions of times you have seen the movies.
“Yes, they don't really look anything alike at all,” She motioned with her hands between the two of you. “They are completely different but work so well with each other like they were made for one another.”
“Like a soulmate?”
“No, well sorta but no.”
“Ya lost me.” You tilted your head and sent her a half smile.
“Ugh nevermind. But you’re my twin flame.”
Those were the good days, when you were around each other constantly. You were fluid and around each other so much that when you were out, people thought you were dating. Of course the two of you would laugh it off and give that person a run for their money on that bet or assumption. That's just how you two were. You were a tomboy and she was a lipstick, it fit. She wasn’t a lesbian, she was bisexual and so scared what you would think when she came out to you. Honestly you just laughed and said you liked boobs too, who doesn’t? They are squishy!
She was great but you always felt like she was just using you for emotional stability sometimes. Of course that’s not a bad thing but like...constantly. You were the less emotional one and when you were, you struggled with showing them. You only cried when you were alone, it took you five years of close friendship with Anna for her to actually see you cry. Of course that just had to be when she needed you to be strong for the both of you. At least in your mind that's how it was supposed to be. She was talking about committing suicide that night and it stuck with you ever since. She grounded you when you were feeling numb. Made the dark days sunny again. She was all you had.
Weakness was never something you took kindly to at all. Probably what you got from your father, you never saw him cry. You were always told to shut up and stop being a baby when you cried, people mocked you constantly. When you were younger you were very emotional but you couldn't help it. You were young. So now that you were older, you never showed it to anyone.
Now here you were, alone in your room, sobbing. One of your patients had died on your table today, he was a nine year old mastiff and his heart was too weak to take a simple knee replacement surgery. You loved big dogs so it only made your heart heavier. You were a veterinary surgeon at a local animal hospital about two miles from your apartment complex. You had many jobs when you were younger; a waitress, bartender, maid, secretary for a human hospital and you of course volunteered at the career center to teach kids about cars when you were available.
Teenage boys were exhausting and sometimes very sexist, thinking it was cool and would get brownie points with any girl to hit home base. That was only until Dakota showed up in your class. She was a whirlwind of hellfire and a demon in lipstick. She basically ran the small shop that you taught in and ran the boys right into the ground.
With a flip of her apple scented hair, they would be on their knees kissing the ground she walked on. Quite empowering even for you to say the least. She looked up to you though, it was nice. You always had that motherly charm about you, always taking care for others and never yourself. It was slowly going to kill you, at least that was what Anna said. You still looked out for others though, even her so frankly how can you?
The dog though, that was hard. Having to tell the family for them to just blow up in your face and blame you for his death. That hurt worse. Low blow to yourself and sadly as these things happen, you spiral. You spiral so much until you are numb, empty and don't care about anything.
You were broken from your thoughts when your phone rang, vibrating on the wooden table. Jesus what time was it? You knew it was late. When you picked up the phone the small clock read 2:34 AM. Who was calling you this late? None other than your bestie had the balls to call you when you should be sleeping.
You wiped your eyes and cleared your voice, answering the call.
“Hey! Knew you'd be awake.” She said cheerfully on the other side of the line.
You smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. “Hey,” it came out as a raspy whisper, you cleared your throat and tried again. “Hi. Well you know, never sleep much anyway.” Insomnia is a bitch. You thought and placed the phone between your ear and shoulder as you shifted. You took the phone and moved it to your other ear.
“Well don’t get comfy, i'm on my way to pick you up, mom misses you and so do I.”
You sighed. “Does anyone in your house sleep?”
“You’re awake too.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Right. Okay well give me some tim-”
“No need, I'm at your door.”
You heard keys in your lock and sighed, hanging up the phone with a click. Anna walked in just as you walked out of your room in a plain grey shirt that went down to your mid thigh and boyshort underwear.
“Sup bitch.” She greeted and you smiled, walking towards her. She hugged you and the two of you sat down on your couch in the living room. You talked about the usual ‘how's work, what have you been up to’ the same old same old small talk. It was nice to see her after a few weeks.
She made herself comfortable on your couch while you got dressed. Going for your usual jeans, band tee and boots. Anna always thought you looked like a total badass and on some days, you felt like it. Tonight wasn't the night though.
You threw your hair up into a messy ponytail to keep it out of your face and grabbed your things, heading out with your friend.
“Mom is excited to see you.” She beamed.
“I'm sure she is, haven't seen you two in a while. Not like I used to. Work has been busy.” You didn’t look at her, afraid she’d see through you.
“I don't believe that, i think you've just been busying yourself with work and using it as an excuse to not get out and socialize.”
Of course without fail, she did. “I'm not.” You said sternly.
“Yeah i'm sure. Y/N you need to get over him. It’s been five months.”
You held your tongue. Easy for you to say, you bat an eye at a man and they fall to your feet. You thought. People avoid me like the plague.
“He cheated on you, you don't need to stress yourself over a man like him.”
“That is three years of my life down the drain Anna.”
“I know it is, i just-”
You cut her off. “You don't know. Your relationships never last longer than a few months at most.”
“Ouch.” Her face fell and she trained her eyes on the road. You turned your head to look at her and you could see tears prick her eyes.
“Sorry. I just- people don't chase after me like they do you. I'm not that girl. I’ve never been that girl. I'm not as pre-”
“I'd chase after you if I were a man. Hell, Y/N/N I’ve been gay for you for years!” You smiled now, the thick tension in the air fading.
“Yeah well we both said that when we turn fifty and we aren't married, we are marrying each other.” You two always said this even after a year of being friends, it was hard for you to trust.
Anna gave you a knowing look and smiled. “Still a promise, sexy bitch.”
You both laughed out loud and you turned up the music she was playing, a comfortability between the two of you.
You dated Chace for three years, friends for four years before that. You couldn’t believe it when you caught him with your ex friend Maddie in your bed together. Well maybe you could, he did say once before when he was drunk that he liked her. You shrugged it off, trying to not let it get to you. Such an idiot for that. Either way it hurt, bad. Anna was there when you reached out to her, just to stay with her until you got back on your feet. Now you live in an apartment down the road from her and you couldn't feel more free. It was safe to say two were really close. You had never been so close with someone that they knew what you were thinking by your face. It was odd. You hid everything from your parents but with her? She saw right through you like you were made of clear glass. It was thick but you could still look in. One time she compared you to lion glass. It was the only thing keeping the lion away from ripping the people into shreds. Metaphor for your emotions.
Of course after spending time with Anna and her mother, you felt better. She had a habit of doing that, cheering you up. She was happy with her new boyfriend, you were happy for her. Better than her being so lonely all the time.
Little did you know this would be the last time you got to see your best friend again.
You woke up alongside her, your head pounding from the night of drinking. You two always shared a bed, a habit you picked up while you were young.
You got up, your feet hitting the softness of the carpet until it felt warm and damp. Groaning you thought you just stepped in dog pee and stepped around it only to feel it again and again. “What the hell?”
You flicked on the light only to be in horror of what was in front of you. Your eyes burned and you immediately felt sick to your stomach, running to the bathroom to throw up the contents. Your mind was just playing tricks on you, this can't be happening. What the actual hell. There were no such things as monsters or ghosts. Freaking Scooby-Doo taught you that the real monsters were people! This is like something out of the show Supernatural you thought to yourself. Gathering yourself up off the bathroom floor, taking a deep breath, a man kicked the door down. You screamed and everything faded to black.
Supernatural. A show you were in love with. It held all the things you were so interested in, angels, demons, Heaven and Hell. All of it. Two very attractive men playing the lead roles of the characters. Sadly you never got to meet them after the show's ending, probably never will. You watched panels and things while you were at home. Wishing you were there to see them in person. Never once did you have the money to just leave to the state or country they were visiting and having a panel in. When they did come to your state, you were out of the country on a school trip. Life is just that way.
So here you were, waking up in a dark musty room. The lamp on the bedside table seems to be your only light source right now, besides the light coming from under the door. Where the hell were you? It felt oddly familiar but you have never been here before. At least not to your waking knowledge. A light knock on the door made you jolt up, your head pounding as you sat up. Your hand came to hold it as a certain tall, long haired man entered.
“Sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you fall, you hit your head on the floor pretty hard. You might have a concussion so take it slow.”
He was right, light hurt. Everything was hazy and slow. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times. The male started to come into view. “Jared?”
I know, I know, trust me I KNOW. Life has been really hectic and I just never seemed to have the time to sit down and write like I did. I have something in the works right now that I (hopefully) will post soon. I cant thank my followers enough for sticking with me all this time. Much love. XOXO
Fandom: Supernatural AU
Main characters series: Reader, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Singer-Harvelle, Jo Singer (Harvelle), Benny Lafitte, Ash Miles, Garth Fitzgerald IV, Castiel Novek, and many more.
Timeline: 2008
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary series: Alternate Universe (AU) in which the reader is a horse rider who goes to a ranch in Arizona, owned by Bobby Singer and his wife Ellen, to gain work experience. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family.
Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse, (domestic) violence, description of child abuse, description of blood and injury, mentions of addiction, trauma, hospital scenes, character death, grief.
Music: ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify
Author’s note: Thank you @kittenofdoomage, @coffee-obsessed-writer and @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish for helping me take this story to a higher level.
Author’s note 2: Ride With Me is a story that in it’s main storyline has similarities to @ravengirl94‘s ‘Dust’. We are both aware of this and came to the conclusion that horse girls think alike, since we wrote the story around the same time without knowing of the other’s existence. In no way have ideas been stolen or copied, and @ravengirl94 and I are totally cool :) .
Oh gosh I've read hundreds of series but lord almighty this one definitely deserves all the hurrah. It is well written and everything I've ever dreamed of since I was little, the excitement of the Wild West! I take my hat off for this one. I cannot wait for more to come in this series and I hope it never comes to an end! The budding love between the reader and Dean? It takes my heart and melts it into a puddle of icecream on a hot summer's day. I cannot give enough praise to @katehuntington for this adventure she has taken me on as a cowgirl. Living my dreams as a rider and a ranch worker. Hands down my absolute favorite series and it isnt even completed yet! Sweetheart dont ever stop writing because a lot will agree, it would break our hearts! Please add me to that tag list, I want everything to do with this amazing series! I just cant put enough of all the emotions I have felt in this series into words! All the squeals, chest tightness, my hands clammy, all of it feels amazing thanks to you I cant thank you enough.
Hi um do yo think you could do a dean x shy disabled reader maybe the readers really shy and insecure bc they have a limp and maybe there out and some people start making comments and Winchester brothers start getting protective but they say it’s no big deal and to leave it but later there getting really upset thinking there a unloveable freak and a burden to the brothers and dean hears it and proves them wrong and it’s just really fluffy you can change it if you want and whatever thank you xx
No problem I'll get right on that, thank you for your request
A/N: This is like the second part to.. well the other one. So very sorry that it took long. Stupid school and such :P Let me know if I should do more!!!
"Good morning Dean."
You said smiling as he made his way into the kitchen. God he looked adorable, even though his hair was sticking out in random places. Watching him walk around in his robe almost made you laugh. Parts of you had a crush on Dean for the longest time, the other parts were the ones with your brotherly/sisterly bond that you loved having.
"Y/N try not to drool too much."
Sam said whispering into your ear and he got up to get another cup.
"Sorry." you said shyly whipping your mouth to check if you were. "Your secret is safe with me." Sam said with a wink and a small laugh.
"What are you two talking about in here?"
"Nothing Dean, just enjoying the peace in quite." you said as you watched Dean sit down and lick his lips hungrily. "Alright, there you go boys." you said setting the plates down and handing Dean a cup of coffee. "Ill be in the library if you need anything. Lets see if we can find ourselves a case." You said smiling and winking at Dean.
"What was that about?" Dean asked his brother while shoving pancakes in his mouth. Sam just shrugged and continued to eat his breakfast.
"Dean, I would just be happy she made you food."
"True."
"Guys!" you yelled as you slammed down the book you were reading. You saw that your outburst startled Sam a bit. "Sorry. Sam you've read this book right?" You said picking it up again and showing it to him.
"I have. So?"
"Okay so why would she take the mask when she was told that they were real faces and that they were hunted?!?!"
"Wow Y/N." Sam laughed. "Just read the book and you'll see." You could see Dean trying to hold back a laugh in the corner of your eye.
"Y/N are you seriously reading Goosebumps?" Dean asked while turning his head to the side like a confused dog, god that was so adorable.
"Hey, don't judge okay. They were my favorite book series when I was little." "So you mean now." He said looking you up and down. You sighed. "Dean, just because I'm 5'3 don't mean anything, and you know what I was talking about." you said that last part a bit colder than you meant it to be.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Dean stated putting his hands up in surrender.
"Yeah, whatever." you said picking the book back up and started reading again.
6:00
"Finally!" you yelled running into the kitchen where you accidently ran into Dean's back and fell on him. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Dean I-"
"Its okay." Dean said interrupting you. You could feel the heat rising up to your face.
"Uh...Yeah. Sorry, I'm just really excited." you said climbing off of him. God you wanted to hide, you wanted to run away, anything that could do to get away from Dean seeing you blush like this. Once you go to your feet you helped Dean up. Jesus his hands were strong, big too. You just wished that they could-. "Um, Dean. I need you to stay out of the kitchen, you and Sam. I just want it to be a surprise and all, ya know." you said shyly.
"Okay, no promises though." he smirked and winked at you as he left. That's when you realized that you were falling for Dean and Hard.
A/N: I got bored in class one day and I just felt like writing :P
It was the beginning of a long day, once again with the Winchesters. It was the middle of winter, and you could say that winter was your least favorite season because of the cold. Dean would always wonder how you could stand showering with extremely hot water, you would always come out with red skin. Dean would always complain about the mirror being foggy and how humid it was in the bathroom when you were done and it was his turn to shower. This particular winter you didn’t care as much because you didn’t have the time to complain about the cold, you were too busy hunting. Some days you were even hot because of all of the fighting you and Dean do constantly. You and Dean have been working on this case for days now. You know what it is but you just cant track down the son of a bitch, it’s definitely a shape shifter of some sorts.
Sam is back at the bunker working on some cases of his own. Hopefully he has made more progress than you and Dean have put together. Sam said that he was there if you and Dean needed anything and all we had to do was just call and ask. Sometimes you wonder how Sam was doing and that you missed laughing with him and Dean. You remember some of the golden days that you had with the boys. You and Dean used to get along great, but now that you two have been in the same motel for days now together, you are at each others throats. You remembered that one time when all of you had a food fight.
“Y/N I bought you your favorite.” Dean yelled coming into the library in the bunker.
“Mmm.” You smiled as your stomach grumbled.
“Dean really? Again?”
“Hey Sam not everyone likes rabbit food like you do.” Dean said handing you your hamburger and giving Sam his salad.
“At least I’m not putting something inside me that is bad for me.”
“Just eat your rabbit food and leave Y/N and I to eat in peace, will ya?” Dean said while taking out his own hamburger out of the bag and sharing a coke with you. You were about halfway done with your hamburger when you had an idea.
“Dean I’m going to make dinner tomorrow, I need Baby so I can go food shopping, we are running low on the things that I need.”
“Okay but I’m coming with you.”
“Why?”
“Because Baby is my car and I will be the one that drives her and because I said so.”
“And?”
“And? Really?” Dean sighs and rubs his face. “Do you want to go or not?”
“Sweet, okay lets go.” You said in a hurry and pulled Dean’s arm as you got up and ran to the garage.
“Well someone is excided.” Sam said as he watched Dean pull on his jacket and grab Baby’s keys
“I guess so.” Dean said with a small laugh.
When you got to the store Dean grabbed a cart and you took it from him and went straight for the stuff that you needed.
“Rude.” Dean said as you ignored him and went about your business
“Just try to keep up okay?” You said over your shoulder. You heard Dean scoft and you smiled to yourself. About an hour later you had everything that you needed and Dean paid for the items. The way back was much more comfortably then the way there. The way back was full of you and Dean singing along to the songs that you knew and singing even more loudly to the songs that you didn’t. Dean even told you some jokes and cheesy pick-up lines.
When you got back to the bunker, Dean helped you put away all of the food that you bought for tomorrow night. After that you both said your goodnights and went to your rooms. You were the first one up that day so you decided to make the boys breakfast and some coffee. You heard Sam get up just when you got out the pancake mix from the pantry.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.”
“G'morning.” Sam said sleepily running his hand threw his bedhead hair as he patted his way into the kitchen where you were. “Want some coffee?” You said already pouring him a cup because you knew what the answer was. “Breakfast will be done shortly.” you said putting the bacon onto its pan.
“You know that I’m the one who usually wakes up first right?” He said taking a sip of his coffee.
“Well I’m sorry to disappoint Sammy, but it looks like I have beat you to it.” You said with a small laugh while setting a stack of pancakes and a plate of bacon on the table. You heard Dean’s door open and a noise that you can only assume that he was smelling the air.
Should I continue? I’ll leave it up to y'all to tell me and ask or whatever.
A/N: I was bored so a song just popped into my head the one shot is based on the song "Drunk Enough" by Angels Fall
Summary: Dean and the reader are having a fight and Dean makes the reader run away.
"You said she was just a friend Dean!" you shouted at your boyfriend.
"She is Y/N!" Dean yelled and threw his phone on the table.
"REALLY THAN WHATS THIS DEAN!?" you screamed and took his phone to find the texts that him and his friend were exchanging.
"IT'S JUST A DAMN TEXT Y/N IT DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING!"
"OH YEA DEAN THAN WHATS THAT!?!" you yelled shoving the phone into his face.
"I WAS DRUNK OKAY!" he shouted grabbing the phone in your hands.
"That's what I mean Dean you were drunk again." your voice was quieter now even though you were still mad by his actions toward another woman. You sighed "Maybe it's just better if I leave."
"GO AHEAD I DON'T NEED YOU!" Dean screamed.
By now hot tears were streaming down your face and with that you ran into your room gathered your things and left, slamming the door behind you.
*
A few months later you were doing better than you expected with the break up and everything. You had a job at a near pub as a waitress, you let off of hunting for awhile to clear your mind of your ex. A few towns down you were living in a crappy motel room with horrible water presser so you came to work and showered instead.
You were happy with your life. It wasn't what you expected but it was your life. Nothing could stop you now or so you thought. It had been a rough day the bar was packed with Saturday night drinkers. You had to kick a few men out for harassing some women and what not. You just had a long stressful day.
The thing you wanted most was Dean though, he would always find a way for you to release your stress. Finally your shift was over and the time you got to the motel you were staying at was around 4:00 in the morning. You had to at least get some rest before going to work yet again. As you found a parking place in the lot you couldn't help but to notice a familiar looking car across from your motel room. You got out of you car and fiddled with your keys trying to find the right one and opened the door slowly to check inside.
No one in sight so you walked in shutting the door behind you and getting ready for bed. That's when you herd his voice .
"Hey...Y/N can we just talk...?"
You swallowed hard not wanting to turn around. What did he have to say that wasn't said when you two broke up? Why did he wait four months when you just got him out of your mind? And now he's just crawling back to you.
"Dean?" you said not even a whisper.
"It's good to see you again Y/N" he smiled nervously.
Why should he be the one who's nervous your the one who left him weren't you? "I wish I could say the same Dean, what do you want?"
"I just want to talk to you for like a few minuets is that okay with you?" he asked nicely.
"It depends on the topic so you tell me." you said a bit more coldly than you meant it to be.
"Us" he said sitting down on your bed and patted next to him signaling you to sit beside him. " Just a few minutes and then ill leave you alone deal?"
"Deal" you said with a sigh
"I never got the chance to say I was sorry when you left, I felt so miserable after you left even Sammy was a little heartbroken. After you left I thought I could just drink away the pain. And I know that's what got us here in the first place I truly know that know I am a better person when I'm around you. I was to drunk that night."
"You were drunk enough to say exactly what you needed to say."
"But I was drunk enough to tell you I needed you and I wanted you to stay, I was sober enough to know it was maybe too late, because I was sober enough to see you walking away."
"Dea.."
"No I need you Y/N I need you in my life to be happy I love you."
Dean didn't notice the tears slowly running down your face until he looked at you when you finally sat down next to him.
He was too quiet, or he was too loud. He took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. He was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. He hated with every fiber of his being, or loved with every piece of his heart. There was no in-between for him. It was either all or nothing. He wanted everything but settled for nothing. (insp)
