Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman âNatalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesnât trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.
Warning: Age gap, slow burn, SMUT, language, gore.
A/N: Hey guys Iâm back! Itâs late I know but I canât sleep! Iâm so sorry for the long waited update, things havenât been good for me lately if Iâm being honest. Had to take some time away but I promise to post another chapter this week sometime! Hopefully this chapter makes up for it! lol đ Happy reading! â„ïž
The soft light of early morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Dean blinked awake, feeling the unfamiliar but comforting weight of someone next to him. His arm was draped over Natalie, her body curled up against his, her head resting on his chest. For a moment, Dean just lay there, soaking in the peace of the moment. It was rare for him to wake up feeling like thisâcalm, relaxed, and not immediately on edge.
He glanced down at her, her face still peaceful in sleep, her hair slightly messy from the night. A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She stirred slightly at the touch, her eyes fluttering open, blinking away the last remnants of sleep.
âMorning,â she murmured, her voice still soft from sleep, as she turned her head slightly to look at him.
âMorning,â Dean replied, his voice low and warm. He couldnât help but admire how peaceful she looked, how natural it felt waking up next to her like this.
For a moment, neither of them moved, content to just enjoy the quiet before the day officially started. But eventually, Natalie sighed and stretched, her feet slipping out from under the covers.
âIâve gotta get ready for work,â she said, though there was a hint of reluctance in her voice.
Dean smirked, watching her with a teasing glint in his eye. âYou could always play hooky, stay in bed.â
Natalie laughed softly, shaking her head as she sat up, the blanket falling away. âTempting, but Iâm pretty sure that fake doctorâs note I typed up last week would only work once.â
Dean chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched her get out of bed. She moved around the room, grabbing her clothes and getting ready for the day. Even in the mundane routine of getting dressed, she looked... right. Like she fit in his life, in a way he hadnât let himself believe could happen before.
As she finished getting ready, Natalie shot him a smile over her shoulder. âYou have any plans for today? Besides, you know... hunting the supernatural.â
Dean grinned, stretching his arms behind his head. âJust another day on the job. You know how it is.â
She smiled, pulling on her shoes. âWell, stay safe, okay? And donât burn down any buildings.â
âI make no promises,â Dean replied with a smirk, but his eyes softened as he added, âBut Iâll be careful.â
Natalie shook her head with a laugh, grabbing her bag. She leaned over the bed, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before standing back up. âIâll see you later, Dean.â
âSee you later,â he murmured, watching her as she left the room, the door clicking softly behind her.
Dean lay there for a moment longer, the warmth of her presence lingering even after she was gone. His mind wandered back to the night before, to the quiet understanding they had reached without needing to say anything. Whatever this was between them, it was good. And for the first time in a long time, Dean was letting himself enjoy that.
Later that day, Dean met up with Sam, and they headed out for another case. This one was gruesome, as many of their hunts often wereâanother unsolved murder that had the local authorities stumped, complete with strange symbols and plenty of blood. Dean and Sam had been in this business long enough to know they were dealing with something supernatural, but the exact details werenât clear yet.
Still, as they drove to the crime scene, there was something different in the air. Dean was... happy. He wasnât the type to throw that word around lightly, but it was true. Waking up next to Natalie again had done something to him, something that made everything feel a little bit lighter.
Sam noticed it, of course. He always did.
âYouâre in a good mood again today,â Sam commented as they pulled up to the crime scene, his tone casual but curious.
Dean shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal. âYeah, well... things are good.â
Sam shot him a knowing look but didnât push. âGlad to hear it.â
They stepped out of the Impala, flashing their fake FBI badges to the local police and getting to work. The crime scene was brutalâa couple torn apart in their home, blood everywhere, strange symbols painted on the walls in what looked like blood. It was classic supernatural stuff, and the smell was enough to make anyone gag.
But as they worked the case, gathering clues and interviewing witnesses, Dean found that his usual stress and tension were dulled. He was focused, sharp, but there was an ease to it all, like everything was clicking into place. He wasnât weighed down by the usual heaviness that followed him like a shadow. He could do his job, take care of business, and still feel like... himself.
Sam noticed it too. They worked well together, as they always had, but today there was something smoother about the way they moved through the case than usual. Dean wasnât snapping at every small frustration, wasnât growling in irritation when things didnât immediately make sense. Instead, he was calm, collected, andâdare Sam say itâalmost cheerful in the face of the usual horrors they dealt with. And he knew why.
As they wrapped up at the scene and got back into the car, Sam finally gave his brother a look. âYouâre way too happy for someone who just spent hours in a murder scene.â
Dean smirked, starting up the engine and pulling away from the crime scene. âWhat? Canât a guy just be in a good mood?â
Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. âYouâve been smiling all day, man. Youâre practically... glowing.â
Dean let out a laugh, shaking his head. âGlowing? Really, Sam?â
Sam crossed his arms, giving his brother a pointed look. âYeah. So, is it... Natalie?â
Dean glanced over at him, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. âYeah, itâs her.â
Sam grinned, leaning back in his seat. âI knew it. You really like her, donât you?â
Dean didnât respond right away, but the way his hands rested more easily on the steering wheel, the way his face softened as he thought about herâit said everything. âYeah,â he finally admitted, his voice quieter. âI do.â
Samâs grin widened. âGood. Iâm happy for you, man.â
Dean nodded, his eyes on the road ahead but his thoughts on Natalie. âThanks.â
For the rest of the drive, they talked about the case, but Sam could tell that something had shifted in Dean. He was happier, lighter, and it wasnât just because of the case. It was because of her.
And Sam knew better than anyone how rare that was for his brother.
Dean and Sam spent the next few hours piecing together the clues from the crime scene. The strange symbols, the method of the killsâit all pointed to a revenant, a particularly nasty one that had been brought back through some dark ritual. It wasnât the first time theyâd dealt with something like this, but it was brutal. The revenant had been tied to the grave of a notorious serial killer, which explained the bloody mess left behind.
It was straightforward enough once they knew what they were dealing with: salt and burn the body, take out the source of the dark magic, and the revenant would be done for. Still, it wasnât the easiest hunt, but that didnât seem to faze Dean. In fact, despite the gritty nature of the job, he remained in high spirits.
They drove to the graveyard under the cover of night, the cold air biting at their skin as they dug up the grave. Normally, these jobs were tense, the silence filled with the anticipation of something going wrong. But tonight, Dean was different. He worked with a sense of focus, sure, but also with a lightness that Sam hadnât seen in a long time.
Once they finished digging, they opened the coffin, revealing the remains of the serial killer who had been resurrected as the revenant. The body was decayed, twisted and grotesque, but that didnât stop Dean from cracking a joke as he poured salt over the bones.
âGuy looks worse than I feel after a night of whiskey,â Dean muttered, lighting a match and tossing it onto the remains.
The flames caught quickly, and soon the bones were engulfed in fire. The ritual that had brought the revenant back was broken, and the murderous spirit was finally put to rest. As the flames flickered out, Dean stood back, wiping his hands on his jeans with a satisfied grin.
"Easy enough," he said, watching the last of the fire burn out. "Another one bites the dust."
Sam chuckled, patting his brother on the back. "Youâre really enjoying this tonight, arenât you?"
Dean shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Hey, itâs a good night. We saved some people, took care of business. Why shouldnât I enjoy it?"
Sam didnât argue. After everything theyâd been throughâthe losses, the constant fighting, the never-ending weight of huntingâit was nice to see Dean genuinely happy. And Sam couldnât help but think that Natalie was the reason behind it. She had brought out a side of Dean that Sam hadnât seen in a long time.
After the hunt was over and the revenant was nothing but ash, the brothers headed back to the bunker.
When they arrived at the bunker, Dean parked the Impala and turned to his brother. "I'm gonna head over to Natalie's," he said, almost casually, but Sam could see the spark of excitement in his eyes.
Sam chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder as he got out. "Yeah, I figured. Don't be a stranger, alright?"
Dean smirked, giving him a quick nod. "You know me."
As Sam headed inside, Dean revved the Impala back to life, steering the car out of the bunker's entrance and back onto the open road. His heart raced a little, a thrill he hadn't felt in years coursing through him as he sped toward Natalie's place.
Dean arrived at Natalie's house in record time, his excitement practically palpable as he parked the Impala in front of her place. He got out, his footsteps quick as he made his way to the door. He had texted her on the way over, letting her know he was coming by, but the thrill of seeing her again made him feel like he was showing up for the first time.
The door opened just as he reached it, and there she was, fresh out of the shower, her hair still damp and her skin flushed. She wore a simple T-shirt and shorts, looking comfortable and completely at ease, but to Dean, she looked radiant.
"Hey," she said, a soft smile lighting up her face as she took him in.
Dean's grin widened, and before either of them could say another word, he stepped forward, pulling her into a kiss. It was soft at first, gentle, like they were taking their time to remember the familiar rhythm between them. But soon it deepened, his arms wrapping around her as she melted into him, her fingers threading through his hair.
When they finally pulled back, both of them a little breathless, Dean rested his forehead against hers, his hands still holding her close. "Missed you," he murmured, his voice low.
Natalie smiled, her eyes shining as she looked up at him. "Missed you too," she said softly. "How was the case?"
"Messy," he replied, his tone light, as if he was brushing off the details of whatever horrors he'd just seen. "But we handled it."
Natalie gave him a small smile, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Glad you're back."
Dean's heart swelled at her words, a warmth spreading through him as he looked down at her. This was what he hadn't known he was missing for so longâa place, a person who made him feel like he could let down his guard. She was his calm in the storm, his one bright spot in an otherwise dark and chaotic life.
Without another word, she took his hand, leading him inside and closing the door behind them. They settled onto the couch, and for a while, they just talkedâabout the case, her day at work, little things that made the night feel normal, even cozy. It was the kind of comfort that Dean had never really allowed himself, but with Natalie, it felt natural.
As the night wore on, they settled into an easy rhythm, their laughter filling the room as they shared stories and jokes. Natalie leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, and he draped an arm around her, pulling her closer.
They stayed that way for a while, the quiet sounds of the house and the soft hum of their voices the only things breaking the silence. It was comfortable, intimate, and for once, Dean didn't feel the need to rush or hide anything.
At one point, Natalie shifted, looking up at him with a thoughtful smile. "You seem... different tonight. Happier."
Dean glanced down at her, his thumb gently rubbing her shoulder. "Yeah, I guess I am."
She studied him for a moment, her eyes soft and warm. "I like seeing you like this."
Dean's heart raced a little, his gaze never leaving hers. "I like feeling like this," he admitted quietly. "I didn't think... I didn't think I'd find this."
Natalie's smile widened, and she reached up, cupping his face as she pulled him into another kiss, one that was soft and lingering, full of the quiet promise between them. They didn't need to say anything else; the unspoken understanding was enough.
When they pulled back, Dean gave her a small smile, his hand brushing a damp strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, I could get used to this."
"Good," she replied, "Because I'm not going anywhere."
He kissed her again, this time with more urgency, his hands finding their way under her shirt, his fingertips grazing her skin as if he couldn't get close enough. Natalie's breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. She welcomed the intensity, the heat of him pressing against her.
Dean's heart pounded as he felt her body respond to his touch, her warmth pressing against him as their kiss deepened, igniting something between them that felt both familiar and entirely new. His hands slid up her sides, fingertips brushing along her skin, and he felt her shiver beneath him.
"Is this what you want?" Dean's voice was rough, low, as his hand gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her lips.
Natalie's heart raced, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper but firm. "Yes. I want this. I want you."
That was all Dean needed. With a groan, he kissed her again, deeper this time, more urgent, his hands sliding up her back to her shoulders as he pulled her closer, feeling the heat of her body against his. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together with a hunger that seemed to have no end, no restraint.
Dean stood, lifting Natalie with him effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom. She clung to him, her lips never leaving his, and the world outside seemed to disappear. There was only them nowâonly this moment.
They reached the bedroom, and Natalie's breath came in soft gasps, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt, eager for more. Dean pulled back just enough to remove his shirt, tossing it aside with a soft rustle before reaching for hers. As her fingers moved to his belt, she gasped when his hand squeezed her sides, pulling her even closer, as though he couldn't get enough of her.
Dean's fingers worked quickly, pulling her pants down as she shimmied out of them. Their clothes tumbled to the floor, piece by piece, until there was nothing left between them but the heat and desire that was building between them. Dean laid her down gently on the bed, hovering over her as his lips trailed down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the feel of her beneath him.
Even though this wasn't the first time they had been together, there was still a quiet tenderness in Dean's movements. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching hers, making sure this was what she wanted. The weight of the moment wasn't lost on him. They were taking their time, building something real, something more than just this. And he needed to know she was sure.
"You're sure?" Dean asked again, his voice low, rough, but filled with care.
Natalie smiled up at him, her hand resting on his cheek, tracing the stubble there as she looked into his eyes with complete trust. "I'm sure, Dean. I trust you."
That simple sentence hit Dean harder than he expected. It wasn't just about what was happening between them physically. It was everythingâthe connection they had, the way she had let him in, the way he had opened up to her in ways he hadn't for anyone else.
With that, Dean brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it tenderly. Then, Dean lined himself up at her entrance and with one swift motion, Dean entered her, and a moan escaped her lips, the sensation overwhelming. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer as he began to move. The intensity of their connection sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel the heat building inside her.
Dean quickened the pace, each thrust hitting her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "You feel so good," he gasped, his eyes locked on hers as he pushed deeper, wanting to lose himself in her completely.
He leaned down, biting gently at her shoulder, the slight sting mingling with pleasure. His mouth traveled to her breast, sucking her nipple, and Natalie gasped at the sensation, her back arching off the bed. The combination of his actions drove her wild, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Dean!" she moaned, her fingers digging into his back as she tried to pull him even closer, feeling the heat radiating from their bodies.
"Just like that," he encouraged, his voice thick with need. "You're so responsive."
With each thrust, he found that perfect angle, their bodies moving in a rhythm that felt primal and intoxicating. The room was filled with the sounds of their pleasure, echoes of their shared passion reverberating off the walls.
"Don't stop," she pleaded, her breath hitching as she felt the tension coiling tighter within her. "I'm so close!"
"Me too," Dean replied, his voice strained with desire. "Let go for me, Natalie."
He increased the pace, driving deeper into her, their bodies colliding with a fervor that set them both on fire. The pleasure peaked, building until it felt unbearable, and with one final, powerful thrust, Natalie felt herself spiraling over the edge, the world around her shattering into blissful fragments.
"Yes!" she cried out, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she tightened around him, pulling him into her climax.
He groaned, his own release following hers as he buried himself deep inside her, their bodies intertwined in the throes of passion.
As they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies pressed together, they both caught their breath, the world outside feeling miles away. Dean's chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his fingers tracing small circles on Natalie's back as they basked in the afterglow of their connection.
Dean leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. Natalie closed her eyes at the gentle touch, a content smile spreading across her face. She felt his warmth, his steady heartbeat, and the undeniable sense of peace that came with being in his arms.
A strand of hair fell loose from where it had been tucked behind her ear, and Dean reached up, brushing it back with a tenderness she hadn't expected. His thumb lightly grazed her cheek, and he cupped her face gently, coaxing her to look up at him.
Natalie met his gaze, her heart swelling in her chest. She could see the rawness in his eyes, the vulnerability he rarely showed, and it made her pulse quicken.
Dean cleared his throat, his voice thick with emotion. "You make me happy," he said quietly, his words carrying weight. "I never thought I'd have this. I never thought I'd have someone like you... not after everything."
Natalies heart softened, her breath catching slightly at the sincerity in his voice. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath her palm, the steady rhythm that somehow mirrored her own.
"I'm right here, Dean," she whispered, her voice gentle but firm. "And I'm not going anywhere."
Dean's eyes softened, his thumb continuing to brush over her cheek as he took in her words, letting them sink in. For a moment, the world seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was the woman in his arms.
"I just want you to know that," he added, a hint of uncertainty still lingering in his tone. "I don't take this for granted. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm thankful for it every day."
Natalie reached up, cupping his face gently in her hands, brushing her thumb over his cheek with a touch that was both soft and sure. âYou do deserve me, Dean,â she whispered, her voice filled with conviction. âYouâve done so much, sacrificed so much for everyone else. Youâve saved the world, carried so much on your shoulders⊠been through more than anyone should have to.â
He looked down, as if embarrassed by her words, but she lifted his chin, making sure his eyes stayed on hers. âItâs your turn to let someone care about you, to let someone be here for you,â she continued softly. âYouâve earned that.â
Deanâs breath caught, the sincerity in her words easing some of the weight he carried inside. Natalie leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was tender and full of promise, letting it say everything they hadnât put into words. He kissed her back, letting himself fall into the moment, letting go of all the insecurities that had haunted him for so long.
When their lips parted, they didnât need to say anything more. Dean wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and she nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath her cheek.
They lay together in comfortable silence, wrapped in each otherâs warmth. The quiet peace between them felt as strong as any words they could have spoken, a silent promise of acceptance and belonging. Deanâs hand traced slow circles on her back as their breathing fell into sync, and the tension of the day melted away.
Eventually, with her head resting on his shoulder, Natalieâs eyes began to drift closed, and she felt Deanâs fingers gently combing through her hair. She held him close, anchoring them both to this moment.
In the quiet of the night, they fell asleep, wrapped up in each other, secure in the knowledge that neither one of them had to face the world alone.
