Dean Winchester x female reader
The rain was always able to calm my mind. Listening to it falling on top of the car, focusing on watching the drops slowly moving on the window helped me focus on something else. I could feel Dean looking at me, he had tried to ask me what I had seen during the hunt but I refused to tell him. I was too scared to let him know.
“We’re almost home.” He said in a low voice, trying not to wake up Sam.
“Thank god. I can’t wait to take a hot shower.” I tried to joke.
I could tell he was worried, it was in his nature to be protective and to try to make everyone feel good. I didn’t want him to be too concerned or else he would press the matter again, not leaving me alone until I told him everything. Or worse, he could ask Sam to talk to me, and while saying no to Dean was something I could do, I would never be able to keep my mouth shut in front of Sam.
Dean focused back on the road while I started to follow the raindrop race happening on my window. But even this didn’t manage to erase the images of Dean, lying on the floor slowly dying in front of me. It was gruesome, blood was everywhere and I could see life slowly leaving him, and I could hear how he kept calling for someone. A woman. Saying her name over and over again until he gave his last breath.
I felt the car slowing down as we approached the bunker. Dean followed me to the door of my room like he always did. I don’t know when we started this tradition but I loved it. It was our moment, even in this chaotic life, no matter how bad the day was, I knew I would get this small moment with him and it made it all worth it.
He came close to me and pressed a kiss to my forehead. It lasted only a second but it was enough to warm my entire body.
I woke up hearing Dean calling my name. My heart was racing and I could feel the tears rolling on my cheeks. Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Dean’s face. He was looking at me, his hand on my right cheek, trying to wake me up.
“It’s just a nightmare sweetheart, everything is fine.” He said calmly, his hands brushing both my cheeks to wipe my tears. “Tell me about it, talking about it always helps.”
“I saw you dying.” My voice was shaking, I felt the tears coming back.
Sensing this, Dean pulled me against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around me. I could hear his heartbeat, feel how warm he was all around me. He was here and he was completely fine.
“I wouldn’t die so easily, love. You are stuck with me forever.”
Forever. I wish it were true but the memory of him calling for someone else reminded me it would never happen. As if he could sense something was still bothering me, I heard Dean say.
“What else? I can tell there is more so tell me, no matter what it is, please just tell me.”
Maybe it was the panic still there from my nightmare, or maybe it was the warmth of his arms that I never wanted to leave, but I heard myself telling him everything.
“You were calling for someone. A woman.”
He slowly moved away from me a bit. Looking into my teary eyes, I could see the crease between his eyebrows, trying to make sense of what I had just said. I was terrified, although I didn’t confess my feelings, I felt like I said too much. Dean was smart, he would understand the implications of it.
I almost didn’t hear him but when I finally understood what he said, my heart started to race.
Looking back at his face I could see how serious he was. His hand came back to my cheek and I leaned into it.
“I don’t think you understand.” My voice was shaking.
I couldn’t help but hope he did. That all of this was his way of confessing, his way of showing he also had feelings for me but years of loving him in secret made it difficult for me to believe it.
“I understand, my love, trust me I do. There is no one else but you, not now and not ever. Even if you don’t want me, I would never fall in love with anyone else.”
The world stopped, the only thing I could focus on was what he had just said.
I wanted to tell him so much more but no words seemed to be able to explain how deeply I felt about him but it seemed to be enough for him. He brought my face close to his, kissing me deeply, expressing his feelings without having to use words.
His kiss felt like love, like coming home after a hard day. Slowly lying back on my bed, wrapped in Dean’s arms, I felt my body finally relax, the images of him dying leaving my mind getting replaced with the memories of him kissing me.
