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My Saviour - Family Reunion

A/N: Written for mine and Kari’s ( @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ) 12 days of Christmas Challenge. Betaed by the lovely @thorne93

Prompt: Traditions.

Characters: Dr. Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess, John

Wanings: none.

Wordcount: 1047

This was Dean's fourth shift in a row, and it was starting to take a toll on him. Not that he wasn't used to working consecutive days, but because the hospital had to rearrange some of the shifts he had been working late the night before and early this morning, leaving just five hours between the two shifts. The good thing was that he would be home around five this afternoon and didn't have to go back in until late on the 25th so you would get to spend Christmas eve and Christmas day together.

This also worked out expertly with the surprise you had for him, and that made you extra giddy.

“So, dinner and decorating the tree tonight?” you asked as Dean took the last bite of his breakfast.

“Absolutely,” he said through a mouthful. “I'm sorry I've been working so much,” he said, getting out of his chair, rounding the table and kissing you softly. “I know this isn't exactly what we planned.”

“Don’t worry about it. We have tonight and all day tomorrow,” you assured with a smile. You were more than pleased with yourself, but Dean would have to wait a few more hours to find out why. “Now get that perfect ass of yours in gear and get to work,” you commanded, pinching his butt.

Dean chuckled at your antics, leaning down for another kiss. “I love it when you’re bossy,” he mumbled into your lips before pecking them lightly again.

You watched him with a content smile as he put on his jacket and left through the front door. You had a lot to get done today, so you needed to get to it if you ever wanted to get through it all.

**

A few hours later you were back in your apartment and had already gotten started on dinner, everything going exactly as you had planned it.

“It's a nice thing you’re doing for Dean.” A deep voice sounded behind you in the kitchen.

“You’re the ones flying out here for him,” you pointed out to John, Dean's dad. “I'm just glad we could work it out,” you said smiling. Just then, Sam and Jess came into the kitchen as well.

“Are you sure we can't help with anything?” Jess asked, leaning against the counter.

“I think I have everything covered,” you said, looking around to see if there was something you had missed, but it all looked good, “but thank you.”

Another hour later dinner was ready. Sam and John had helped set the table while Jess had helped you out in the kitchen, even though you had tried to protest. The three of them had taken their seats and now all you had to do was wait for Dean. When you heard the sound of his keys in the lock, you hurried over to the door to greet him. He looked tired, but excited to be home finally.

“Hey, babe,” he said before kissing you quickly. “It smells amazing in here,” he complimented.

“Thank you.” You could hardly contain you excitement. “Everything is ready, so you can just go take a seat,” you urged.

You followed closely behind him, so close that when he stopped in his tracks, you walked right into him.

“Finally… We’re starving,” Sam joked as he saw the bewildered expression on his brother’s face.

“Yeah.. Will you sit down so we can eat already?” John chimed in.

“What…” Dean said, letting the question fade out as he turned to look at you. “You did this?”

“Yeah,” you said, pulling your lip in between your teeth as you looked into his eyes. “Merry Christmas.”

He wrapped his arms around you and planted a big, wet kiss on your lips before his face cracked into a wide grin. “You’re awesome,” he complimented before he turned to his family. After he had gone around the table to greet them all, you took your seats and began to eat. Everyone was talking and laughing all through the meal. Dean had his hand on your knee all through dinner, and every now and again he would give it a little squeeze, letting you know just how much he appreciated what you had done for him.

After everyone had eaten their own weight in food, you moved into the living room so you could start decorating the tree. Dean, John, and Jess were working on trying to untangle the lights when Sam came over to where you were standing.

“Thank you for this,” he said as he stood next to you, nudging your arm with his elbow. “It means alot to all of us that we get to spend the holidays together.”

“I can't take all the credit,” you said, dismissing his compliment. Even if you had gotten much better at taking compliments now, you still had a long way to go.

“Dean is lucky to have you, you know,” Sam said, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“I think I'm the lucky one.” A content smile spread on your lips as you took in the scene in front of you. Soft christmas music was playing from the speakers, Dean and John lightly argued about the best way to get the lights on while Jess took pictures of them, giggling as the two men bickered.

“Are you going to help me out here, Sammy?” Dean asked when he and his dad couldn't come to an agreement.

Sam gave your shoulder a squeeze before he went over to help them, setting his beer down on the table on his way over. It took about two seconds before the two brothers had ganged up on their father and he resigned with a chuckle, figuring it best to get out of their way.

“Every year,” he said, shaking his head as he came over to you. “It's not Christmas until those two gang up on me and takes charge of the decorating.”

“It's a nice family you got, John,” you complimented as you watched them.

“It's your family too now, (YN),” he assured you, throwing an arm around your shoulders just like Sam had done. “Welcome to the crazy,” he joked while watching his sons.

This was definitely one Christmas tradition you could get used to.   

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My Saviour - Eleven

A/N: Four more parts after this one. Once again I want to thank everyone that follows this series. I love writing this, and I love all the feedback you’re all giving me. Also a special shout out to my beta @thorne93

Characters: Dean, Reader.

Warnings: Fluff. Cliffhanger. Just a tinsy bit of angst.

Wordcount: 1735 (short, I know)

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A couple of more weeks went by and the trial was only two days away, which had your nerves working on high gear. Sam had done a really good job of preparing you, walking you through the ins and outs of a trial like that, so you knew how it was going to go, but you still didn't feel like you were ready.

Dean noticed the little changes in your behavior as the trial approached, like fidgeting with your hands, not making eye contact as much, not talking to him, but the most prominent change wa that you had started sleeping with your back turned to him. You were still in his bed every night, but you didn't hold his hand, or curl up to him anymore, he missed that.

What Dean didn't know was that you had an entirely different reason for that, for pushing him away a little. It had happened that night when you had curled up in his lap and thanked him for everything, that you had felt it. When you had taken his hand and laced your fingers together, and you could feel the warmth spread in your heart and the butterflies that had manifested in your stomach, that's when you knew that Dean wasn't, and couldn't ever be just your friend. 

 “Are you ready for Monday?” Dean asked as the two of you had settled into bed on Friday. You were both lying on your backs, you had your eyes glued to the ceiling and Dean had his on you.

“As ready as I'll ever be,” you said, turning your head and body to face him. “I'm looking forward to it being over.”

“I get that,” Dean said, turning over on his side as well. “I think you’re handling this really well, (YN). I'm proud of you.”

“I know that I haven't been the easiest person the last few days,” you said suddenly, feeling guilty.

“You have a lot on your mind with the trial and everything,” Dean defended for you.

“That's not all.” You didn't know where your courage was coming from, but you just couldn't keep it in any longer, you couldn't keep pretending like nothing.

“What else?” Dean asked, furrowing his brows in concern.

Your hand traveled down to lace your fingers with his, like you had done that other night, and you could feel the fire on your skin when you touched him. Confusion flashed across Dean's face, but he managed to hide it from you. “Can you close your eyes for a moment?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't answer, but he did close his eyes. You mustered up all the strength you had left in you and you leaned into him, softly, hesitantly and very briefly pressed your lips to his. He didn't open his eyes until you had moved away again. His heart was pounding in his chest while his brain tried to keep up with what had just happened.

“Was that okay?” you asked when he finally opened his eyes again.

“Yes.” Dean took a chance and stretched out his arm for you to lay on, which you did.

You moved closer to him, but made sure to keep your eyes on his all the time, You reached up to run your delicate fingers over his slight stubble, loving the feel of it on your skin. “Can we do it again?” you asked quietly.

Dean nodded. Had it been up to him, he would have grabbed you tight and kissed you deeply as soon as he felt your lips on his, but you needed to take charge on this, you needed to set the pace. You leaned in again and let your lips find his, this time he kissed you back. His soft, pink lips were gentle against yours. There was no ulterior motive behind it, no rush, no need for it to be anything more than a kiss.

“I think I like you, Dean.” You had your forehead rested against his, your breaths mingling in the small space between you. “I don't know why I'm telling you, or how you feel, or what you’re going to do with this, or what I'm going to do with this…. All I know is that I like you and I needed you to know that.”

Dean's hand came up to cup your cheek as he pulled his face away from you slightly so that he could look at you, his eyes flitting between yours. “I like you too.” There was something in his voice that you had heard only a few times before, one of those times was when he had told you he’d be by your side through all of this, it was honesty, pure and utter honesty.

“You make me brave,” you confessed. “Before I met you I was never this forward. I trust you, and you make me brave.”

“You are brave all on your own, (YN).” Dean brushed some hair from your face. “I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this though,” he said, a soft smile on his lips. “We should get some sleep, we can talk about all of this tomorrow.”

“Can I kiss you again?”

“You don't have to ask me every time, you can kiss me whenever you want to.”

You leaned in and kissed him again, a short, sweet kiss. “You can kiss me whenever too, Dean.”

That night Dean fell asleep with a smile on his lips, he had no idea what this was, or how this situation would unfold, but he was looking forward to finding out.  

**

When Dean woke the next morning, you were already up, like every morning. He rolled himself out of bed and went down to find you in the kitchen.

“Hey, I made eggs,” you beamed.

“You know, you don't have to keep doing all of this-” he motioned to the breakfast table “- I appreciate it, don't get me wrong, but maybe you can let me make breakfast for you one of these days, or at least wake me up so I can help you.”

“But… you look so peaceful when you sleep,” you defended. “And I like making food.” You walked over to where he was standing and took his hand in yours, looking down on it while you spoke. “Also I was kind of nervous this morning.”

“Why are you nervous?” Dean asked, taking his free hand and hooking it under your chin to get you to look at him.

“Because I kissed you last night, and I don't know how to act around you now,” you admitted bluntly.

Dean chuckled a little before he leaned down and gently brushed his lips to yours, making you close your eyes and you heart speed up. Kissing Dean was so different, mainly because you wanted to, and didn't feel obligated.

“Keep being you, (YN),” he said after he pulled away from you, his hand still in yours, a goofy smile on his face.

A blush rose to your cheeks at his words. Here was this man, this amazingly kind and selfless man, and he liked you. He liked you for you. He looked at you and he saw who you were and not just what you had been through, even if he knew, even when he knew all the gory, fucked up details, he was still here.

**

The rest of the morning was spent watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, just trying to push the thoughts of the trial as far from your mind as possible. Around five in the afternoon, Dean went to take a nap since he was working the night shift at the hospital, which gave you time to clean and do a little laundry. You needed to keep busy, you couldn't sit down and let your mind wander. All you had to do was get through this trial and then you could start looking towards your future, maybe a future with Dean.

Before Dean had left for work, he had given you a quick kiss and wished you a good night. This would be the first night alone in the house and it had you kind of worried. You tried going to bed, but that didn't work. You had tried to go to sleep in Dean's bed, but that didn't work either, so eventually you brought his pillow down to the couch so you could watch a movie, hoping that the smell of him from the pillow would help soothe you.

Eventually you had fallen asleep, but it was a restless sleep, filled with nightmares. You had dreamt that Alex came for you, that he somehow got his name cleared and he had come to take you from Dean. Dean hadn't been able to help you at all. You woke up with a jerk, sweat covering your entire body, your hands shaking, your breath uneven. That's when you had gone to take a shower. The warm water soothed you a little, just enough to make you feel semi human again. After that you had gone down to the kitchen to get the coffee brewing, you had entirely given up on getting any sleep at all, besides, it was already 6am and Dean would be home in a few hours.

You knew Dean got off work at 8am and that he would be back around 8.30, so you decided to make breakfast for him. You had cleaned all the floors, scrubbed both bathrooms, changed the beds and you were now on your second load of laundry. You had just finished setting the table when your phone rang with an unknown number.

“Hello?” you answered hesitantly.

Dean walked through the front door and his nose filled with smell of clean floors and bacon. When he got to the kitchen he could see you sitting by the table, talking on the phone with a distressed look on your face. He instantly filled with worry.

He waited until you put your phone down to approach you. “What's going on?” he asked. Your eyes finally met his and he could see them swimming with tears.

“Uh…-” your hand flew to your hair, dragging it away from your face and holding it there “- that was the police. Alex…” You struggled to get the words out, struggling to wrap your head around what you had just been told. “He's dead.”

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My Saviour - Ten

A/N: I'm now pretty sure there will be 15 parts of this series, so five more after this. I am so grateful for all the amazing feedback I’ve gotten on this series, so a huge thank you to each and every one of you. Also a thank you to my beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, John.

Warnings: A smidge of angst, some more fluff, and an F-bomb or two.

Wordcount: 2290

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A week passed with you trying to adjust to your new life. Dean was at work most days so you busied yourself with cleaning and cooking, and general house chores. He had insisted that you didn't have to do all of that, but you were so used to keeping your hands busy at all times that you had a difficult time relaxing. You had been by work one day and talked to Bobby about getting back to work, but he had insisted that you took a couple of more weeks off, and Bobby had a tendency to get his way.

As for you and Dean, things were good. You kept sleeping in his bed, because it seemed to still your nightmares and as far as you could tell, he didn't mind. The two of you seemed to have found a rhythm that you were both comfortable with.

The trial was set to start in a few weeks, but Sam assured you that it was an open and shut case, they had plenty of evidence in addition to the fact that they had caught Alex in the act, so if all went according to plan, you wouldn't even have to testify. You dreaded going to court and having to see Alex again, but...

All in all, things were looking up.

Dean's POV:

Dean had gone straight from work and to his dad’s house for dinner with him and Sam, he had invited you to come, but you had declined, not wanting to intrude on their family time.  Now the three of them were sitting around the small kitchen table in the house they had grown up in.

“So, how is everything going at home?” John asked his eldest son after they had all finished their meal.

“It's good. (YN) is doing much better, at least at home. She still retreats a little into herself whenever Sam comes over, but I think that is getting better too,” he explained, looking to his brother for confirmation.

“Yeah.. Definitely,” Sam agreed. “She also looks a lot healthier now,” he added.

“That's good. It's nice of you boys to look after her,” John said.

“Dean's the one looking out for her, Dad. I'm just helping where I can,” Sam interjected.

“Either way. I'm proud of you boys.” John got to his feet and started to clear the table, Sam and Dean trying to help him out, but they were handed a beer each and sent out to the backyard.

The three of them had tried to keep a weekly dinner appointment after Sam and Dean had moved back to town, but lately Dean had had to skip a few, which was natural, and no one blamed him for it, but it was nice to get together again.

“So, what are you not telling us?” Sam asked as the two of them stood in the backyard.

“Nothing.”

“I can tell when you’re lying, man.”

Dean looked up at his younger brother, who coincidentally was also his best friend, and he decided to just spill the beans. After all, there wasn't anyone else he could confide in. “I don't know, man. It's… she's confusing.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean, she comes into my room every night, she sleeps in my bed, we have dinner together, we watch movies, and I don't know… It's just confusing.”

“Oh my god… you like her, don't you,” Sam said, a knowing smile spreading on his face.

“Of course I like her,” Dean dead panned, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But that doesn't matter. I just have to…”

“Why doesn't it matter?” Sam interrupted.

“Sammy… Look at her life right now. She needs time to get over all of this and I'm certainly not going to complicate things even more for her.” Dean took a long pull of his beer. “She needs a constant in her life and I intend to be that for her.”

“That's all well and good, Dean, but how long do you think you can keep that up? If you have feelings for her now, how is that going to be in two months or a year?”

“I don't know… Just drop it okay? Forget I said anything.”

“Dean…”

“Drop it, Sammy,” Dean warned with a stern look, effectively shutting up his brother.

**

“How was dinner?” you asked from your seat on the couch when Dean finally came home. You were resting against the back of the couch in the corner, your legs stretched out in front of you, a magazine in your lap.

“It was good,” Dean said. He walked over and sat down next to you, so close that your shoulders were touching. “How was your day?”

“Boring,” you exasperated. “I'm going crazy having nothing to do all day.”

“You are supposed to be relaxing. You've been through a lot, it's okay to take it easy for a little while. And as your doctor, I would like your ribs to heal up completely before you get back to your normal routine.”

“Don't you use your doctor voice at me, Winchester,” you warned, but had absolutely nothing to back it up with, which made Dean laugh.

“But seriously-” he put his hand on your knee “-you need to take the time to heal, (YN). Not just the ribs.”

You bit your lip as you looked into his emerald green eyes, trying not to take notice of the freckles that peppered his nose, or the stubble that was growing on his prominent jaw. “Can I tell you something?”

“You can tell me anything.”

“I feel good, and I feel like that should make me feel bad, does that make sense?”

Dean pursed his lips and shook his head. “Not even a little bit.”

“Like… I feel good, I feel happy. But then there's this whole other part of me that's telling me that I shouldn't be happy right now.”

“I think that if you feel happy, you should just go with it. I don't think that there is a rule that says you have to feel like shit for a given period of time.”

You rested your head on Dean's broad shoulder and sighed in content. “Thank you for not judging me.”

He kissed your hair, trying not to take note of the lavender smell from your shampoo. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

A small smile played on your mouth as you felt Dean's soft lips gently press the top of your head. You had never thought you would feel this comfortable with anyone, ever, but here you were, trusting Dean to not make fun of you, or be mean, or hurt you in anyway. It made you feel free in a way you had never felt before.

**

That night, Dean couldn't sleep. You were lying next to him, your head rested on his chest, your arm casually thrown over his stomach as his ears filled with the sounds of your sleep filled breaths. He had his one arm draped around you while the other lay motionless by his side. On so many levels, this felt so right to him, but he knew it wasn't, he knew it was all wrong, he also knew there was no turning back now. You trusted him, and he would never break that trust. He would just have to shove his feelings aside for however long it took.

When morning finally came, he felt like he had just fallen asleep. He rubbed his face with both hands before he forced himself out of bed. Like every morning he woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and bacon.

You were already sitting by the table when he came down stairs, a cup of coffee in front of you and your eyes glued to the newspaper. There was an unmistakable frown on your face, and Dean instantly knew that something wasn't right.

“What are you reading?” he asked, his voice filled with sleep. He walked over to stand behind you so he could read over your shoulder, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You instantly tensed up, spilling your coffee, which made Dean retract his hand instantly. “I'm so sorry,” you started. You hurried from your seat to get something to clean it up with. “I'm so sorry, Dean, I didn't mean to spill.” Your hands were shaking as they tried to clear the mess.

“What's going on, (YN)?” Dean asked as softly as he could, but he was a little worried about the sudden change in your behaviour.

“It's nothing,” you hurriedly said, not looking up at him.

Dean took the newspaper from the counter and was met with a large picture of Alex, a mugshot to be precise, with the headline ‘Local man arrested for domestic abuse’. That made your behaviour a little more understandable. You were standing in front of the sink, you head hanging low, your back turned to Dean when he came over and placed a large hand on your shoulder. This time he could feel you relax under his touch for a second before you turned around and crashed into him, burying your face in his chest. It wasn't that this was news to you, but to see it on print like that, knowing that everyone you knew would know as well… It just made it so much more real.

“It's okay, (YN),” he said softly while holding you close to him. “You’re safe.”

You had calmed down a little after that, but you were still on edge the entire day, and when the night came, you had gone to your own room to sleep. Dean had been expecting a few setbacks, but this was a little more than he had prepared for, and he had no idea how to fix it.

The next couple of days were the same. You kept to yourself, hardly making eye contact with Dean, hardly talking to him, you had retreated back into yourself and Dean was stumped, he had no idea how to pull you back, and it was killing him.

Once again he found himself alone in his bed, waiting for sleep to come. He was just about to give up and get back up when there was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” he said, a little baffled and a lot relieved when you came padding through the door. You hesitated for a moment which gave dean the time to sit up in his bed.

You didn't say anything, you didn't even look at him when you walked over to his bed and climbed into it. Dean had expected you to sit down next to him, but you didn't, you continued to climb until you were in his lap and curling yourself into him, making yourself as small as you could. It took him a second before he reacted, but when he did, he wrapped his arms around you and he could feel himself relax. He had you in his arms again, and it just felt right.

He didn't say anything, he just let you sit there and take what you needed from him for as long as you needed it. And it took a while before you untangled yourself from him, and when you did, you didn't climb off his lap, you simply leaned back so you could look at him.

“I want to apologize… and before you stop me and say I'm not supposed to… Just hear me out,” you said, trying to sound strict.

“Okay,” Dean said, holding his hands up in defence.

“I want to apologize for not letting you know what's going on, for shutting you out. You have been so incredibly kind, and generous, and you have helped me in a way no one else has, and you make me feel like no one else has ever made me feel. I feel like I don't have to hide who I am with you and… anyway… My point is, you deserve better than me shutting you out like that.”

“Thank you for that,” Dean said honestly, his green eyes flitting between yours. “If you need space, that is okay, I'll give you all the space you need, but I still want you to feel like you can talk to me. Just tell me to fuck off if that is what you need-” that made you laugh “- but just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.” You placed both of your hands on his cheeks, feeling the stubble under your fingers, trying to ignore the butterflies that ruptured in your stomach. “Thank you, Dean, for everything you have done, and keep doing for me. You saved me.”

“I just gave you a push, (YN). The rest is all you.” You let your hands fall from his cheeks, and then shifted off of his lap.

“Can I sleep here?” you asked, all of a sudden feeling a little shy after the moment you had just shared.

“Of course.” Dean laid back down on his side, so that he could face you, you doing the same.

There was this tension that settled between the two of you as you lay there and looked into each other’s eyes. You reached your hand out for his, and laced your fingers with his before you brought it up to your cheek, kind of hugging his arm to your body before carefully pressed your lips to his knuckles. Dean watched you with curiosity as you moved both of your hands up to your face, smiling softly as he felt the warmth of your lips on his skin.

You held on to his hand as you closed your eyes and let sleep overtake you for the first time in two days, finally feeling safe again.

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My Saviour - Nine

A/N: Thank you to all who are following this series and all of you that are giving me such amazing feedback. I love writing this, and I love reading all of your reactions, comments and predictions. You will never understand how much your kind words mean to me. Also a special shout out to my amazing beta @thorne93, I could not have done this without  you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, talk about abuse, miscarriage.

Wordcount: 2342

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“Come here,” Dean said, helping you to your feet, holding your hand as you stepped out of the shower. “Here-” he put the towel around your shoulders and rubbing his hands up and down your arms to try and warm you. “-what kind of pain?”

“In my back.” Your eyes were wide in horror as you spoke, but for the first time you kept your eyes glued on Dean's. “I thought the warm water would help.”

“We need to get you out of these clothes, okay?” You nodded. “Stay here and I'll go get you something to wear.”

You did as Dean said, not moving a muscle as he went to grab you some clothes, returning with one of his large sweatpants and a sweater, hoping they would warm you up. He stood outside the door as you changed and then he followed you into your bedroom once you emerged. Your entire body shook as you sat down on the edge of the bed. Dean grabbed the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you.

“You want to tell me what happened?” he asked, one hand resting on your knee.

“I… uh… I had this pain in my back, and it wouldn't go away so I figured the warm water might help.” You pulled the blanket tighter around you as you spoke, your voice flat and detached. “Then it got worse before I could even get to the bathroom, this kind of sharp, stabby pain in my stomach.” Dean already knew where this was going. “There was just so much blood, and now I don't have anymore pain.”

“I don't…” Dean started but you interrupted him.

“It's dead isn't it? My baby?” Your voice was still calm, there was no emotion there at all.

“I don't know, (YN).” Dean said honestly, even if the chances for your baby being alive was slim at this point. “You will have to go to the hospital to know for sure,” he said, squeezing your hand in his. “Are you still bleeding?” You nodded. “I'm taking you to the hospital.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now. We need to know for sure what is going on.”

**

The car ride home from the hospital was quiet. Dean didn't know what to say to you, there was literally no words he could offer that would bring you any sort of comfort now. The image of you clutching his hand as the other doctor performed the ultrasound was stuck in his head, so was the look of pure and utter hopelessness in your eyes as your hand fell from his when the doctor confirmed what you both suspected.

He looked over at you. You had your chin rested on your knuckles as your vacant eyes stared into the night through the window. Your body was turned away from him and in that moment he felt so helpless.

Dean walked you to your room once you were back, his brain working on overdrive to come up with something to say to you. As a doctor he was trained in this, he was trained to talk to people in all situations, but it was different when it was someone he knew, someone he cared about.

“Let me know if I can do anything,” he said as he watched you climb onto the bed, curling your legs up under you as you sat down, resting your hands in your lap.

“This is all my fault,” you said suddenly, your eyes glued to your hands as they fiddled with the arm of the large sweater.  

“What?” Dean rushed over to sit in front of you. He put his hand over both of your so that you would look up at him, which your did. Eyes blown wide with realization. “This is not your fault.”

“I shouldn't have gone back home that night. If I hadn't, this wouldn't have happened.” You spoke in a matter of factly tone, like you were just stating the facts without any emotion behind your words at all.

“This is not your fault, you hear me?” Dean took his free hand and cupped your cheek, his thumb gliding over your cheek carefully. “This is all on Alex. He did this. Not you.”

“I guess it worked out for the best anyway.” You shrugged, moving away from Dean's touch.

“What do you mean?”

“I never really wanted this baby anyway. I got what I wanted.” One single tear ran down your cheek and you wiped it away with your sleeve quickly.

Dean knew that you would have to get some time to digest this, and there were stages that you would have to go through while processing all that had happened in the past week, he also recognized guilt when he saw it, and this was definitely it.

“You should get some sleep,” he said as he made to get off the bed and leave you alone. You gripped his hand before he could get up.

“Please don't leave,” you said, your voice small and fragile all of a sudden.

“I won't,” Dean assured. There was no way he would be able to deny you anything right now.

You scooted up on the bed until you had your back leaned against the pillows, pulling Dean with you. He kicked off his shoes and assumed the same position as you had done, his hand still in yours. You lifted his arm over your head and carefully placed your head under his shoulder. There was something so innocent in the way you moved, like all you wanted was some comfort, but at the same time it was such a big step for you. It showed Dean that you trusted him, that you felt comfortable with him.

“Is this okay?” you asked as you curled into his side.

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him to show you that he was okay.

“Thank you, Dean,” you said in a hushed voice. You didn’t feel like it was enough though. You didn't feel as if anything you could ever do for him would be enough.

“You don't have to thank me, sweetheart,” he said in the same hushed voice before he tilted his head down to place a feather light kiss to your hair.

Neither of you said anything else. There wasn't more to be said right then. You let Dean's steady heartbeat slowly but surely lull you to sleep, for him it took a bit longer, but eventually his breathing grew heavier and he could feel himself falling asleep.

**

Dean jerked awake a couple of hours later, panic rushing through him when he realized you weren't there, but it subsided as soon as he could smell coffee and pancakes sneaking into the room.

He made his way down to his kitchen where he found you in full swing making breakfast, still wearing the clothes from yesterday.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low and raspy from sleep, his hair sticking up in all ends.

“Coffee and breakfast,” you chirped. You grabbed two plates and put them on the table before quickly flipping a pancake on the stove and then setting two large mugs next to the plates.

“You didn't have to do that,” Dean said, still trying to rub the sleep from his eyes, wondering how you could possibly have so much energy right now.

“I know-” you added another pancake to the growing pile and poured the rest of the batter into the frying pan. “-I wanted to. I also got a bit restless and I wanted to keep busy.”

“Alright,” Dean said. He poured coffee into the two cups and grabbed some cutlery from the drawer, trying to help you out a little. “How are you feeling today?” he asked as he took a seat.

“I'm feeling good. Don't get me wrong, I'm still upset about and I figure that's going to last for a while, but I have less pain today and I feel energized.” You were standing in front of the stove with your back to Dean, but he could hear the smile in your voice which made his own smile grow on his lips.

You put the last pancake on top of the others and placed them on the table before you got the bacon out of the oven, adding it to the table before you took a seat yourself.

“This looks awesome, (YN),” Dean said with wide eyes as he started helping himself to the food. “Thank you.”

“If I'm not supposed to thank you, then you’re not allowed to thank me either-” you pointed your fork at him in warning. “-besides, you’re not letting me pay rent, so the least I can do is make sure you’re properly fed.”

“Alright. That sounds like a fair deal.” He shoved a generous forkful of food in his mouth. “This is amazing,” he said through the mouthful, making you giggle.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you ate. You couldn't quite put your finger on what it was, but you felt better today, even after everything that had happened the night before. You were sad, of course you were, but you couldn't help but feel... optimistic.

“Sooo,” Dean dragged as he pushed the empty plate away from him after he was done eating, a more serious tone in his voice. “Sam is going to be here in a few hours to go over a few things. Are you up for that?”

“I think so,” you said honestly.

“Are you sure? If not, we can just do it another day.”

“I'm sure. It has to be done right? So I think I should just get it over with.”

**

It had taken you all three hours to go over everything that Sam wanted, which included going into some very detailed descriptions of some of the things that Alex had done to you. At one point Dean had had enough and he had to step outside for a moment to keep himself from blowing a fuse. It wasn't going to do anyone any good if he exploded. Also, he didn't want to get angry in front of you, he wanted you to feel like you were safe with him and that meant that he had to keep his temper under control when you were around.

You had felt a little different to Dean all day, your mood a little lighter and he was starting to feel like you were coming out of your shell a little, smiling, meeting his eyes, small things that he recognized as big steps for you. As soon as Sam had arrived though, you were back to your old self, closed off and quiet.

After Sam had gone home Dean had ordered some takeout for the two of you and now he was watching you finish the rest of your chinese food while your eyes were glued to the TV and the movie you were watching.

You turned away from the TV to put the empty container on the table when you saw Dean looking at you, a small smile on his lips. “What?” you asked, wiping your face on your napkin. “Do I have food on my face?”

“What? No… I was just thinking,” he said. He hadn't really noticed that he was smiling and now he felt a little embarrassed.

“What about?” you questioned.

“I think you were really brave today,” he said simply. “I know that it must have been really hard  for you.”

“Uhmm…” You didn't know what to say, you had no idea how to take his compliments. “It needed to be done.” You shrugged.

“Still…” Dean said. There wasn't much else to be said and the two of you continued to watch the movie all the way through.

Dean stretched out his body as the credits started rolling over the screen, his hands above his head as he yawned. “Well...I'm beat. I'm gonna head to bed.” It wasn't late, but there hadn't been much sleep in the last twentyfour hours and his body was definitely craving it.

He got to his feet and leaned down to you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before he said goodnight and went upstairs.

He took of his jeans and folded them up neatly before he climbed under the covers, wearing his boxers and a t-shirt. He had just turned his light of when there was a soft knock on his door. “Come in,” he said, leaning up on his elbows.

You stood in the doorway, not really knowing what you were doing there, all you knew was that you didn't want to be alone.

“What's up?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

“I don't know,” you said honestly, walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge. Where all this courage came from, you had no idea. “I guess I was wondering…” you trailed off.

“Wondering what?” Dean asked, reaching over to place his hand on yours. This was something he did to let you know he was there, to let you know you were safe, to let you know that you could trust him. It was a simple, innocent act, but it meant so much to you.

“Can I…-” you took a deep breath to steady yourself “- Can I sleep here?”

He was a little surprised at your question, but there was no way he was going to send you away. He lifted up the covers to tell you it was okay and you climbed in, laying on your side to face him.

“I just didn't want to be alone,” you said in a small, fragile voice.

Dean reached out his arm for you to lay on and you did, curling yourself into his side like you had done the night before.

“You don't have to have an excuse to sleep here, (YN),” he said.

“I feel safe here,” you admitted.

You could feel Dean's arm tightening around you before his lips met your hair again. “I'm glad.”

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My Saviour - Six

A/N: I know I said I would be posting Thursday or Friday, but I’m not going to be able to do that, so I'm posting today instead. A huuuuge thank you to all that has commented, liked and reblogged this, it means so incredibly much to me. Special thanks to my beta @thorne93 and also a shout out to @torn-and-frayed for helping me figure some stuff out for this part. READ THE WARNINGS ALL!!!

Characters: Dean, Reader, Alex, Bobby, Dr. Crowley.

Warnings: Angst, Pregnancy, Physical abuse, A little fluff in the middle (if you squint).

Wordcount: 3606.

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Dean was restless at work the next afternoon. Sleep hadn't come easy the night before, and you were constantly on his mind as he was trying to think of how he could make things up to you.

He was barely two hours into his shift when his boss, Dr. Crowley, pulled him into an empty exam room.

“What's going on?” Dean asked, confused by the sudden action.

“I've called in Dr. Matthews and she's on her way in to cover your shift,” he explained, giving Dean a stern look.

Dr. Fergus Crowley was a man that just oozed respect. It was something about the way he carried himself, or maybe it was the British accent… whatever it was, people just instantly respected him. He was also a fair boss who treated all his employees with the same respect they gave him.

“What?” Dean stupidly questioned.

“I can tell you’re not on your A game today, Winchester, and I need my doctors to be on their A game,” he said. “I don't know what's going on, but I want you to take tonight off and then come back well rested for your morning shift tomorrow, can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” Dean said, still a little confused about what just happened.

As soon as the conversation ended, Dean made his way to the nurses station to give them some updates and some notes to pass on to the doctor who was coming to cover for him. The nurses were all gathered around the computer to look at picture of one of their grandkids when the phone rang. All of them looked up at Dean and he instantly reached for the phone and answered, introducing himself as he picked up.

“Hey, this is Bobby Singer calling, do you have a patient by the name of (YN) (YLN) there?”

Dean recognized the man as your boss, and as soon as he heard your name chills went down his spine as dread filled his entire body. “No, she's not here. What's going on? I'm a friend of hers.”

The line went quiet for a bit before Bobby spoke again. “How good of a friend are you?”

“Good enough that I know what's going on at home,” Dean answered boldly.   

“Okay,” Bobby dragged. “She didn't come into work today, which never happens, she always let's me know, and I can't reach her on her phone.” He sounded worried.

“Have you called her house?”

“No. I didn't know if I should, because… you know.”

“I know where she might be.” Dean looked around and saw Dr. Matthews down the hall. “Listen, I'm done at work for the day so I'll go look for her. Keep me updated if you hear from her?”

“I will. Same to you.”

The two of them exchanged numbers before Dean hung up the phone and took off towards the garage to get his car and set off to where you had met the night before.

He hoped that was where you were, and that nothing bad had happened between you had Alex last night.

He drove as fast as he could, his fingers tapping the wheel as he maneuvered through the streets, trying not to let the panic get the best of him.

Relief washed through him when he saw your car parked at the end of the gravelly road. He had hardly parked before jumping out and making his way towards you, finding you in the exact place you had been last night.

“Hey,” he said softly so to not scare you, even if he was pretty sure you had heard the rumble of his engine.

“Hey,” you sniffled, not turning around to look at him.

“What are you doing out here? Your boss called the hospital asking for you when you didn't show up for work.” Dean was standing a few feet behind you because he wanted to keep his distance after the way he had treated you last night.

You didn't answer, instead you held out you arm, handing Dean a small ziploc bag. He looked from you to the bag, then back again before he took the bag from your hand. He turned it around in his hand, looking at the little stick with the two pink lines on it, his heart dropping to his stomach.

You were pregnant.

He took a seat next to you, closer than he had been to you since that night in the emergency room, thinking about nothing else than comforting you.

“How do you feel?” he questioned after a while in silence.

You turned to meet his eyes, something you rarely did, you didn't even try to hide the tears that were making their way down your face.

“I can't have a baby, Dean,” you admitted. “Not in that house… not with that man.”

There was a million thoughts running through your head, about how you would manage on your own with a baby, or what would happen when you told Alex you were pregnant, but leaving him, or the scary though that you really didn't want this baby at all. But you kept coming back to the fact that you could never raise a child in that house, and Alex was not equipped to be a father at all.

“So what are you going to do?” Dean dared.

“I don't know. I have no idea what so ever on how to handle a situation like this.” You let your voice rise slightly with every word, showing your frustration.

“I can't imagine what's going through your head right now, but I have no doubt that you will make a great mom to that little baby,” Dean said. He had nothing else to offer you, no other words of comfort.

“But I don't want to be a mom, Dean!” you exclaimed, rising to your feet, Dean doing the same. “How horrible of a person does that make me? I. DON'T. WANT.THIS.BABY,” you yelled. “I don't want to look at my child everyday and know that it was conceived when my husband raped me in the kitchen. I don't want to look into it's eyes and constantly worry that it might grow up to be like it's father. I don't want to have it as a reminder of all the horrible things that Alex has put me through. I can't bring a baby into this world knowing that I already hate it.” Your eyes were locked with Dean's, glaring at him, wanting him to fix this. He was a doctor after all, he could fix it.

He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't possibly understand what you were feeling right now, all he knew was that you needed him. He took a chance and wrapped his arms around  you, pulling you into his body. For a fraction of a second he could feel you tense under his touch, but eventually you slunk into his form.

The two of you stood there for a while, Dean letting you cry into his shoulder, and you letting yourself be comforted by his embrace.

“Sorry,” you said when you felt like you had composed yourself a little. “I'm sorry I yelled at you, this isn't your fault.”

“Don't apologize,” he said. He gently put his hands on your biceps and looked into your eyes. “I can't even begin to imagine what you’re going through, but I'll be here for you, whatever you choose to do,” he said softly.

“I feel like the worst person in the world,” you said, stepping out of his grip and taking a seat on the ground again.

“Don't say that.” Dean sat next to you, so close that your shoulders were touching. “You are not a bad person, (YN), even if you choose to terminate the pregnancy, you have valid reasons to do so,” Dean said.

“I don't know if I could do that either.” It wasn't that you were against abortion or anything, but the thought of doing that, and having to live with the ‘what ifs’ for the rest your life… no.. that wasn't something you could do. “I don't know… I just… I feel like there should be some kind of happiness when you learn that you’re pregnant, but I feel absolutely no happiness. All I feel is dread and fear and… I really don't know.”  You looked into Dean's emerald green eyes and it was like a wave of clarity hit you. What the hell were you doing? Sitting here and spilling your guts, your deepest and darkest secrets, to a man you hardly knew. That wasn't like you at all. In fact you had made it a point not to let anyone in on your situation. What happened at home was your problem, and yours alone, and certainly not someone you didn't even know. “I'm sorry, Dean. Just please forget I said anything, this isn't your problem.”

“I will do no such thing,” Dean assured, placing a large hand over your much smaller one. It was a gesture of comfort, but your instinct was to pull away from him, and you did. Dean frowned, but he kept on talking as if it hadn't happened. “I consider you my friend, and friends help each other out. Also, I am kind of your doctor, so as soon as you are ready, we are going to go to the hospital and get you an ultrasound and a quick check up, just to make sure everything is good in there,” Dean offered kindly.

“You would do that for me?” you questioned, fresh tears threatening your eyes as his kindness overwhelmed you.

“Absolutely,” he assured, a smile on his perfect lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You don't know what came over you, but you placed your head on his shoulder as you let your eyes travel over the lake once more. You felt better now, less scared knowing you had Dean as a friend, as someone you could trust.

Dean couldn't help but feel a little relieved in spite of all this, because bottom line was that you were now going to leave Alex and that was something that eased Dean's mind. Of course the circumstances weren't ideal, but at least you were getting out of that house, and he was going to be there for you every step of the way… if you would let him.

**

It was nearly dark when Dean parked the Impala in the garage at the hospital once again, you in his passenger seat.

“Ready for this?” he questioned, turning to look at you. Your eyes were still puffy from the crying you had done, and you were still sniffling a little, but you looked a million times better than when he had found you a few hours ago.

“No,” you said with a slight chuckle.

“I'll be right outside the door the whole time.”

“Thank you.”

“You don't have to thank me, (YN). This is what friends do,” he assured once more.

“Sorry,” you said quickly, averting your eyes from him and staring at your hands instead.

He thought about making a comment about it, but decided to make it slide this time. Apologizing was like a reflex to you, much like your foot bouncing if you hit that little spot just below your knee, so he knew you couldn't help it, but he also hoped that in time it would change.

“Let's do this,” he said, clapping his hands together before opening the door.

**

Dean hadn't broken his promise, he was right outside the examination room the whole time, waiting for you to be done.

A small smile was playing on your lips when you finally emerged from the room and Dean was instantly on his feet when he saw you.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“I'm further along than I thought,” you said, unable to wipe the smile from your face.

“How long?”

“Twelve weeks,” you said. “Dean, there was a head and arms and little toes… and a strong steady heartbeat. There's a freaking baby in there,” you said excitedly. “My baby.”

“So… how do you feel about it now?” Dean asked, a little spark in his eyes. He loved seeing your smile, how your eyes lit up and how your nose scrunched together, just a little.

“Better. Don't get me wrong, I'm still scared… I don't know what happened, but the moment I heard that little heart beating I just knew that I have to do all I can to protect this baby,” you said, placing a hand on your still flat belly.

“What do you do now?” Dean asked as concern took over his features. You knew the next couple of days where going to be rough, but you had to move out from Alex’s house. There was no way in hell you could bring a new life into an environment like that.

“That's a really good question…” you said thoughtfully. “Do you think I should go to the police?”

“Yes…but that's not my decision to make,” he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I'll be here for support though.”

“Thank you,” you said, a warm smile on your face.

“If you want, I can call Sam and see if he has some advice for you?” he asked carefully. He hadn't told you that Sam knew what was going on, and he hoped he didn't have to.

“Really? You think he would do that?”

“Absolutely.”

It took you a few moments to answer Dean. On one hand, you could really use the help, but on the other, you really didn't want to involve more people than absolutely necessary. Besides, you hardly even knew Sam.

“I'll text him and see if he wants to meet for a cup of coffee,” Dean said before you could answer. “And then you can decide if you want to talk to him or not.”

**

No more than twenty minutes later you found yourself in the cafeteria at the hospital, you, Dean, and Sam. On the way there you had asked Dean if he could fill Sam in on the basics, just that you were being abused and that you wanted to leave Alex, and ask Sam if he had any advice for that. Sam listened intently as his brother spoke.

“Do you have any evidence of the abuse?” Sam asked as Dean was done filling him in.

“Yeah, there's medical records, x-rays, and little notes from the doctors who has treated her saying they suspected physical abuse.” Dean looked from you to his brother as he spoke, noticing the shift in you, how you tensed up as he mentioned your medical files.

“And you are willing to press charges? Laying out all the evidence you have against him?” Sam directed his question to you now, making you shift awkwardly in your chair. Sam had kind, hazel eyes, and he had a friendly voice so to begin with you didn't feel threatened by him, but now he was using his lawyer voice on you and it made you feel uneasy.

“Yes,” you said weakly, not dearing to meet his eyes.

“I am not saying this to be cruel, (YN), but you need to know that this won't be easy. You have a long road ahead of you if you decide to press charges, you do have a pretty solid case, but that doesn't mean you won't have to open some old wounds.” Sam explained, his voice filled with compassion and kindness.

“Thank you, Sam,” you said, meeting his eyes for a fraction of a second. “I have to do this.”

**

After meeting with Sam, Dean drove you back to your car, which you had left by the lake.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go back home tonight?” Dean asked for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Yes, Dean, I am sure.” You couldn't help but smile a little. It was strange to have someone so supportive, and someone who was concerned for your well being in your life. “I kind of caught him in bed with another woman last night, so I think I have a few days before I'm in any danger again,” you assured.

“Okay then.”

You said goodbye to Dean, thanking him once more before getting in your car and driving home. For the first time in a long time you felt good, you felt hopeful of the future, looking forward to things to come, and it was a truly exhilarating feeling. You hadn't felt like this since you had been accepted into Stanford, but now there was light at the end of the tunnel.

You parked your car and headed inside the house, the house that wouldn't be your home much longer. You, Sam, and Dean had come up with a plan, a plan that started with you and Dean going to the police first thing tomorrow morning. Butterflies soared in your stomach just at the thought. Of course it was scary, but it was something you had to do, for you and for your baby.

The house was dark, so you figured Alex had already gone to bed. You took your phone out of your purse, sticking it in your back pocket before setting the purse on the table in the hall. You hung your jacket and took off your shoes before heading into the kitchen, figuring you'd get Alex’s lunch ready for tomorrow.

“Oh my god,” you exclaimed as you entered the kitchen, your hand flying to your chest. “I thought you had gone to bed.”

Alex was sitting by the table in the dark room, a beer in one hand, a curled up piece of paper in the other. “Where have you been all day?” he asked in a calm voice.

“Out,” you said quickly. “Driving around… watching the sunset by the lake… I just needed some time,” you explained while you looked through the fridge to find something to make.

“What the hell is this?” he asked, his voice filling with anger as he held out the little piece of paper.

“I don't know.”

“Don't you lie to me.” He slammed his hand on the table, making you jump. “This is a receipt for a pregnancy test,” he bellowed, getting to his feet. “Are you pregnant?”

He was coming closer and closer to you. Panic overtook you and you couldn't move, or speak, all you could do was shake your head vigorously.

You whimpered as his hand made it's way to your hair, grabbing it and yanking your head back. “Who have you been fucking? Is it that Winchester?”

“What? No,” you forced out, your voice shaking as his warm breath fanned over your face.

“Liar,” he bellowed again. “You stupid, ungrateful whore. After all I have done for you, you go behind my back and fuck another man,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No, Alex, I swear,” you pleaded. “If I remember correctly it was you that was fucking another woman, in our bed. I have never been unfaith…”

“How dare you?” Alex yanked your head back a little further before smashing it against the kitchen counter, knocking you off balance.

He still had a hold of your hair as you fell to your knees. Your head spinning from the impact while you felt something warm run down your face. Probably blood.

“How dare you speak to me like that?”

He pulled on your hair again, making you stand up, and it was all you could do not to throw up. Every thought you had in your head was on your baby, and how to protect it, how to keep him from hurting it.

A sharp pain spread through your abdomen as his knee collided with your stomach, once again sending you to the floor. You doubled over and wrapped one arm around your belly while the other helped keep you balanced.

“Please, Alex,” you begged him, tears streaming down your face.

Another sharp pain in your stomach. This time it was his foot that hit you, sending you crashing against the legs of the table. The pain was greater than any you had experienced before and you were sure he cracked one of your ribs, you couldn't even cry out because of the pain.

He leaned down and grabbed your hair again, but just as he had tangled your hair in his fist, his phone started ringing. Alex had set a different tone for the alarm company he had hired to look after his construction sites, so this was one call he couldn't miss.

“If you make as much as a sound…” he threatened before releasing you to get his phone.  

This was your chance to get away, to call for help. You gathered all your strength and got to your feet, clutching your stomach as you stumbled to the living room, closing the door behind you and sliding down in front of it in an attempt to stop Alex from getting in. You reached for the phone in your pocket and held it in both your trembling hands. You were shaking so hard that you could hardly get it to unlock, but when it did you hurried to find ‘Tony’s Pizza’ in your contacts, the name Dean had given his number.

You put the phone to your ear and prayed that he would pick up.

Just after the second beep, Alex was on the door, pushing hard against it so you jerked forward, making your phone fly from your hand and slide across the floor. Another shove on the door sent you forward enough for him to get through and into the room with you.

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My Saviour - Eight

A/N: Part eight. I just want to thank each and every one that is following this series and keep leaving amazing feedback, you will never know how much that means to me. Also a special shout out to my amazing beta @thorne93, i could not have done this without you.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Dr. Crowley.

Warnings: A little fluff, talk about injuries, angst.

Wordcount: 2749

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You had spent four days in the hospital. You had two broken ribs and a pretty hefty concussion, but they were finally letting you go now.

The police had been in to question you a couple of times, and you had told them everything that had happened over the years. Dean had provided them with all the medical reports and Sam had offered to take your case, no charge. You had tried to refuse, but there was absolutely no way he was backing down. All in all things were looking pretty good right now, that was, until you realized you had no home to go to.

The house belonged to Alex, not that you would want to live there anyway, and you had no friends or family to stay with while searching for an apartment.

Dean had hardly left your side, except for when he was working, and even then he was checking up on you whenever he had a spare moment. He wasn't working when another doctor came in to talk you through the release papers, so he was sitting at your bedside, the both of you watching TV.

“Ready to get out of here?” Dr. Crowley asked from the foot of your bed.

“Yes,” you answered instantly. You had no idea where to go, but you were happy about not staying in the hospital any longer.

“There's a few terms of your release though,” he informed, looking down on the clipboard in his hands. “Unfortunately we can't let you go alone. This is because we haven't been able to to an x-ray of your chest, or an MRI of your head, so we don't know if there is any internal bleeding or if there is any swelling in your brain. I don't want you to worry too much, because the symptoms of those would most likely have appeared by now, but to be on the safe side we don't want you to be alone,” he explained.

Dean had explained to you that because you were pregnant, they couldn't do the x-ray and stuff because the radiation could hurt the baby, what you didn't know was that you wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere alone.

“I don't have anyone that can stay with me,” you said to Dr. Crowley.

“Can you give us a minute?” Dean asked his boss and Crowley agreed. “This is just an offer, and you don't have to take me up on it, but if you want you can stay with me for a little while,” Dean said as soon as his boss was out the door. “I have a big house with plenty of space, so you would get your own room and bathroom.”

“Would you really do that for me?” you asked in disbelief, looking into Dean's emerald green eyes.

“Of course. That's what friends are for right?” he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay,” you agreed without really thinking about it, but you knew that you didn't really have any options. “But promise me you'll let me know if I'm in your way.”

“I promise.” Dean leaned in to place a chaste kiss to your forehead, something he had started doing every time he left your room, and then he went into the all and found Dr. Crowley again.

**

A couple of hours later you were in Dean's car, ready to head back to his place.

“Can we stop by Alex’s house to get some of my clothes?” you asked as Dean pulled out of the hospital garage.

“Of course,” he said, looking at you with a worried look on his face. “You sure you’re ready to go back there?”

“No, not really,” you answered honestly. “But I need my clothes and to be honest I just want to get it over with.”

You dreaded going back there, to walk back into the house that held so many horrible memories, but you had to. You knew Alex was in jail, and that he couldn't hurt you anymore, but that didn't mean that he didn't still have a hold over you. Even after all that he had put you through, you still loved him, and not having him in your life was going to be difficult, at least for a while.

You hurried around the house, just picking up the most crucial things, like clothes and toiletries and such, and showed it all in two bags which Dean carried into the car for you. He was by your side the entire time, wanting to show you that he was there to support you, or for anything you needed.

The car ride back to Dean's house was mostly quiet. It felt so odd knowing you were never going back to that house again, the place you have called home for the past ten years. You were sad, but at the same time relieved, and it was driving you crazy. How was one supposed to feel in a situation like this? Yes you were excited to start this new chapter in your life, but on the other hand you had never been on your own before, and truth was that you didn't know if you would be able to stand on your own two feet.  

Once Dean parked in his own driveway, he stepped out of the car and ran around it to open the door for you, helping you out of your seat. You still had considerable pain in your ribs and there was some things you struggled to do. He then grabbed your bags from the trunk and made his way to the front door, you following him.

Once inside he gave you a short tour of the place. He had a large living room, with the biggest TV you had ever seen, a massive u-shaped couch and a fireplace. The kitchen was also pretty sizable with an island with a couple of chairs around in the middle. He then lead the way upstairs and showed you his room first, it was a nice room with blue wallpaper and matching curtains, and it had a connecting bathroom. After that, you followed him down to the end of the hall where he opened one door into another bathroom, explaining that that would be yours, and then he opened the door into the guest room.

“This will be your room,” he said, placing your bags on the floor in front of the queen sized bed. It was a beautiful room. It had the same dark blue wall paper that was in Dean's room, but with grey curtains. There was a small TV hanging on the wall opposite the bed with a dresser placed underneath it.

“This is beautiful,” you said with a smile. “Your whole house is lovely.” It was a truly beautiful home. You didn't know what you had expected it to look like, but you didn't expect this, you would never have imagined that this was the home of a single man.

“Thank you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and took a look around the room before he spoke again. “How are you feeling? I was thinking of ordering a pizza and watching a movie, do you feel like joining me?” he asked.

“I'm a little sore, but other than that I'm fine, and pizza sounds like heaven after four days of hospital food,” you said. “Can I grab a shower first?” you asked.

“Of course,” Dean said and lead the way to the bathroom next to your room. “There's clean towels under the sink, and there's soap and shampoo inside the shower,” he explained as he pointed to the different things.

“Thank you, Dean,” you said as he turned to look at you again. “For everything you have done for me.” You had no idea how to even begin to pay him back, but you were determined to let him know how grateful you were for him.

“You don't have to keep thanking me, (YN).”

“Sorry,” you said instinctively.

“And you definitely don't have to keep apologizing,” he said, a crooked smile on his lips.

“Sor…” you started, but managed to stop yourself. “I'll work on that,” you said instead.

Dean leaned down to place a chaste kiss to your forehead before leaving you to it. “I'll be downstairs with food when you’re done.”

**

You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom after you had dried off, your eyes scanning your body and landing on the bruises on your ribs. They still hurt. So much so that you had a difficult time getting your arms over your head to put on clothes. You didn't let your eyes linger for too long before they traveled to your belly. You were 12 weeks along, and if you looked really closely you could see a small bump forming under your belly button. There were still a lot of doubts in you surrounding this baby, but you knew that you had to protect it at any cost.

You put on your clothes, which consisted of a large t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants, before heading downstairs to find Dean.

“Hey, the pizza man was just here, so food is on the table in the living room,” Dean said as you stepped into his kitchen. “What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever you have is fine,” you answered truthfully.

“Alright. You go find a movie on netflix and I'll bring the drinks right in.”

“Okay,” you said as you turned around and headed for the living room.

You flipped through a few movies before Dean joined you, but you didn't know what he liked so it was hard for you to choose one. “What do you want to see?” you asked as he sat down at the other end of the couch, sliding a canned soda across the table to you.

“You can choose one, I don't really care,” he said shrugging.

“I'm not that good at choosing,” you said, dipping your head down to hide your embarrassment.

“Pick a movie you want to watch and I'll gladly watch it with you,” he said, realizing that his words from before was probably a little harsh.

“Okay,” you said with little conviction. You did as Dean said though and you chose a generic action comedy.

The two of you ate in silence and watched the movie, it wasn't the best movie you had seen, but it was entertaining enough to keep your mind occupied, at least until you were done with your food.

Dean had slid further down in the couch and it looked like he had made himself very comfortable. You watched him watch the movie, his eyes widening a little, a small smile on his lips at the antics on the screen. You got lost in thought as you watched him. What was a man like him helping someone like you? He was handsome, successful, kind, funny… the list went on and on, and you couldn't figure out why in the hell he was being so kind to you.

“It's rude to stare,” he suddenly said, not taking his eyes off of the movie.

“I'm sorry… I wasn't…” you stuttered, horrified that he had caught you looking at him.

He sat back up and turned his attention to you, pausing the movie as he did so. “First of all, you don't have to apologize to me, (YN). Secondly, I have a feeling there is something on your mind,” he said.

You looked down at your hands, your fingers picking at your nails. You didn't know what to say. “I wasn't really looking at you I think, I just zoned out for a second,” you half lied.

“Okay,” he said, sitting up and leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his fingers laced together. “What's on your mind?”

You didn’t answer him right away, but Dean didn't push it either. Instead he watched as you pulled your lip in between your teeth as you thought, searched for what to say.

“I just… I don't understand why you’re doing all of this for me.” You got to your feet, wincing in pain as the weight landed on your legs, but shrugging it off. Why you got up, you didn't really know, but you felt like you had to do something. Dean's eyes followed your every move, his brows furrowed. “I mean… you don't really know me. And you certainly don't have any obligations to help me out. There has been nothing but chaos since we met and I don't understand why you willingly brought that into your life when you could have just left it alone and…” You pulled your lips into your mouth to stop the ranting, feeling yourself getting worked up and the familiar signs of a panic attack creeping up on you.

Dean got to his feet and grabbed bot your shoulders, instantly regretting it as you tensed up and panic flashed across your face, but he didn't let go. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice, dipping his head down to try and catch your eye. “Hey… look at me-” your eyes met his and he could tell they were swimming with tears. “- I'm doing this because I care about you. Because you deserve so much better than what you have gotten over the past years, and as for the chaos… I don't care as long as I know that you are safe.”

You couldn't hold the tears back anymore. You brought your hands up to hide your face from him while your entire body started shaking as the sobbs roared through your body. Dean wrapped his arms around you, careful not to put too much pressure on your ribs. His one hand came up and cradled the back of your head as you buried your face in his chest, clutching his t-shirt in both hands.

“It's okay,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your hair. “You’re okay.” He wasn't sure who he was trying to convince. All he knew was that for now, you were safe in his arms, and he was going to spend as much time as you needed to prove to you that you deserved so much better.

**

It was still dark when Dean woke up. He flipped around in his bed to look at the time. 2 26 am. He groaned and sat up, perking his ears to try and identify the sound that had woken him up. He threw his legs off of the bed and got to his feet, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before stepping out into the hallway to try and hear better. It was the shower in his guest bathroom.

He walked over to the door and knocked softly, his other hand trying to rub some sleep from his eyes. “(YN)? Are you okay in there?” he asked, suppressing a yawn. No answer. He repeated his action, raising his voice a little. Still no answer. “(YN), are you in there?” Nothing. Now he was getting worried. “If you don't answer me, I'm coming in,” he said trying to keep his voice non threatening.

When there still was no answer he tried the door, which was unlocked, and then he stepped inside. He could see you through the glass doors of the shower. You were wearing a large t-shirt that clung to your body all the way to your mid thigh, your knees tucked under your chin while your arms wrapped around your legs. You had an empty expression on your face, your eyes blank, just starring into nothing while the water rained down on you.

Dean ran over and opened the door before he quickly turned the water off. “Jeez, (YN), The water is freezing,” he said, but it was like you didn't even register that he was there. He frantically looked around to find a towel he could wrap around you and as soon as he had it in his hands he knelt down in front of your line of vision hoping he would be able to get through to you. He reached out and put his hand on yours, your skin icy cold under his touch. “What's going on?”

You eyes looked like they focused at him, but he couldn't be to sure. He knew he had to get you out of the soaking wet and icy cold clothes, but he also needed to not scare you.

“I had pain,” you said, your voice void of emotion.

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