hii!! can i request some fluff for patrick feely x reader? thank you 💗
note ⸝⸝⸝ it’s meant to be awkward.. someoje pray for me to finish my masterlist alr
summary ⸝⸝⸝ you catch feely in his natural habitat . . .
warnings ⸝⸝⸝ none?
one thing you’ll always fall for are farmboys. not all farmboys — obviously. just the certain ones who have that distinct, specific kind of charm. the soft ones. the kind that plays guitar and looks into your eyes while he does.
you’ve had a crush on patrick feely — the boy next door who visits his family’s farm from time to time. and every time he does, you fall all over again. it’s like he’s got this red string wrapped around you. his presence makes you feel safe. the way he helps you with chores outside, how one of you would “accidentally” brush fingers.
and this was one of those times. you heard your mum calling for you to come outside. you groaned, already knowing she probably wanted you to say hi to some distant relative you barely remember. not even bothering to change out of your superman pjs, you rub your eyes and walk toward the front door, wide open, and step onto the porch. and there she is, standing next to the guy you’ve quite literally been dreaming about for years.
they’re both standing outside, your mum’s smile wide, and patrick turns to look at you — eyes scanning you up and down. you snap out of your sleepy trance, realizing you’re wearing the worst possible outfit. your face burns with embarrassment as he smirks.
“now i’ll leave you two kids alone. and next time, dress more appropriately, sweetie,” your mum says, winking as she walks toward her car. your face flushes even more at her comment.
when your eyes flicker back to him, he’s still staring. “hey,” he says softly, walking up the porch stairs, closing the distance.
“hi, patrick,” you mumble, eyes darting away to avoid his.
“ya miss me?” he asks, leaning back against the porch railing, like he’s settling in.
“do i have to answer that question..?” you reply, tilting your head slightly. he chuckles, glancing at your pajamas again.
“ya know, i actually missed you and your strange outfits. only thing that makes me feel like i’m really home. comforts me in a way.”
you roll your eyes, giggling. “sure, feely. superman pjs are peak therapy,” you say sarcastically.
he grins, stepping a little closer. “‘m serious though. i missed ya.”
your heart pounds like it’s trying to break free from your chest. how can one boy throw off your whole heartbeat like that? is that normal?
you step back slightly, shaking your head. but before you can say anything, he clears his throat. “— well. i gotta get to work now, but i’ll see you later?” he asks, like he already knows the answer.
“obviously. my mum’s probably gonna make me bring you bottles of milk again, like always…”
he laughs, nods, and disappears down the porch steps, out of sight. suddenly the air feels thinner without him there. dramatic, maybe, but his presence just changes something in you. you glance down at your outfit one last time, then bolt inside to get ready for later.
your boots that were once shiny — are now caked with dirt and hay as you make your way toward feely’s barnhouse, carrying a box of glass-bottled milk.
when you step inside, your eyes immediately land on him. his arm wipes sweat from his forehead, muscles flexing as he finishes stacking hay. he grabs his water and gulps it down. you can’t help but smile — he looks exhausted, eyebrows drawn tight.
as you approach, his head turns, finally noticing you. his face softens instantly. he wipes his mouth and smiles. “what are ya doin here?”
“watchin feely in his natural habitat,” you say, holding up the bottles like a trophy. he takes one, and you set the rest down, wiping your hands on your jeans.
but his eyes don’t leave yours. he doesn’t even open the bottle, all his focus is on you. “false. ‘m natural habitat is being with ya.”
your eyes widen a little as he steps closer, gently setting the bottle down. his fingers brush yours, searching for something. your permission, maybe.
neither of you says a word. your fingers just slowly intertwine. your breathing syncs, the only sound between you two is the pounding of your hearts.
his free hand rises, landing on your jaw so gently. “i think i’ll die if i don’t kiss you right now,” he breathes.
“then do it,” you whisper, lips barely apart.
he leans in and kisses you — soft, slow, like time’s been waiting for this moment. your hand finds his face, the other still in his.
you both pull away just enough to catch your breath. “i’ve been waiting for that,” you whisper. “a while now.”
“and i’ve been waiting just to touch your hand since the day i met you,” he says, breathless. “i like you. more than i know how to say.”
“i like you too, feely. always will.”
he presses his forehead against yours, still holding you like you’re made of glass — like he’s afraid to let go of you.
“my boy next door.”
“my girl next door.”
all you can think right now is that thank god, for those milk bottles.
Warning(s): - choking, clothing kink, back shots, cumming inside (protected), reverse cowgirl, Feely being sort of possessive.
Word count: - 581
A/N: Here's Patrick's and the final BOT fic for Kinktober before we travel to the DCU for 4 days and also apologies that it's out so late, I'm knackered. Likes and reblogs are appreciated, and my taglist is open. Just lmk if you want to be added. Enjoy your whatever time of day it is for you, and love ya's all. Xoxo - Eva
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Patrick had you bent over the arm of your living room, pounding into you at a quick pace all because you decided to wear his shirt.
The number 12 and FEELY printed on the back of it made him feel almost possessive, like a new feeling that he'd never felt before so the best way to show you how he felt was to pound you.
Your nails were digging into the couch, moaning loudly and clenching tightly around his cock. Your face was tear streaked as you tried to take a full breath that was not a pant.
Patrick didn't once slow down but instead held the back of your neck to keep you bent in half. He lifted your right leg up to reach deeper inside of you.
You practically squealed as your eyes rolled back as his tip grazed your g-spot, his hips did not stop. Every thrust felt deeper than the last, reaching places Feely hadn't reached before in the couple times you two have had sex.
You hand slithered town in between your legs to find your clit, circling it the best you could whilst being pinned down by Patrick’s hand as he bullied his cock inside of you. You clamped down around him and shook as your orgasm took over your body ferociously. ”Pat, oh feckin’ hell. M’coming!” You whine and pant as he helped you ride it out.
He pulled out of you, listening to your little hiss from being empty before he helped you get up and held you up straight as he moved to sit on the couch, pulling you over to sit with your back to him, lining himself up once more before grabbing your hips and slamming you back down on his dick, making you scream.
He got you moving, bouncing on him. Your legs were already shaky, thighs burning from the exertion of your previous orgasm but Patrick was yet to come, but you were going to change that, riding the man better than anyone else ever had.
You started playing with your clit once again, making you shudder but then, out of the blue Patrick’s hand came up to wrap around your neck, gently squeezing it. You stopped to register fully what he had done but he squeezed a bit tighter and you involuntarily moaned before continuing with your movements. ”You like that, hm? I would have never thought you'd be into choking, baby but you've proven me wrong again” He said through gritted teeth, his orgasm impending quicker now that he had discovered a new kink of yours.
You nodded and hummed in agreement with him and switched between bouncing and rotating your hips because it felt better for reaching your g-spot, and because Patrick liked the feeling of you tightly wrapped around him, milking his cock of everything he had because in his words, your puss was begging for it.
Patrick used the hand he had around your neck to bring you so that your back touched his chest, still moving as he released into you, face buried into your neck, moaning and breathing heavily as the come filled you up. ”Feel so good. Look so fuckin’ sexy with my name on your back, gonna keep fuckin’ you till all you remember is my name”
He whispered that as you both caught your breaths, knowing you had hours to go now you had him - purely accidental- like that because his clothes were comfortable to lounge around it
Patrick Feely was lying flat on his back, the bedroom dim and musty, thick with the stale stench of booze and damp clothes. The bottle of Jameson lay half-crushed under his shoulder blade, long forgotten. He didn’t care. He couldn’t bring himself to care.
Downstairs was hell.
His da was shouting again—something about respect, or lack of it. Something about someone not pulling their weight. The telly was blaring louder than it needed to be, his sisters huddled on the sofa like they could disappear into the cushions. His ma was clanging pots around the kitchen, wordless and worn down, too tired to intervene.
And him?
He lay there like a fucking ghost. Breathing, but not really alive.
He didn’t want to think about you. But Christ, that was a lost cause.
You were everywhere. In the cracked photo on his dresser. In the hoody still hanging on his door that smelled like the vanilla lip balm you used to steal from Penneys. In the song that had come on the radio earlier and nearly knocked him sideways with the memory of your laugh in his passenger seat, wind in your hair, fingers laced with his over the gearstick.
He hadn’t touched his phone in three weeks. Couldn’t bear to see your name. Couldn’t bear not to.
But tonight?
Tonight he was weak.
He called.
And when you answered after the third ring, his heart shattered all over again.
“Pat?”
Your voice was quiet. Cautious. Laced with the kind of worry he used to crave—before he started resenting it, pushing it away.
“Yeah. I’m… I’m grand,” he said, and even he didn’t believe it. “Just needed to hear your voice.”
A long pause. Then:
“Are you sober?”
He closed his eyes, swallowed. “Does it matter?”
“Yeah, Patrick. It does.”
“Don’t—” his voice cracked. “Don’t call me that. Not like that. You never used to—”
“It doesn’t matter what I call you anymore, does it?” you snapped. “You made sure of that.”
He flinched. His fingers tightened around the phone. “I didn’t mean to—”
“But you did,” you cut in. “You always mean to. You hurt me, Pat. Again and again. And you never look back.”
“I do look back,” he said fiercely. “Every fucking night.”
“Then why do you only ever call when you’re pissed and lonely? Why am I your rock when you need me and a ghost the second you’re sober?”
He didn’t answer.
“You’re not fair,” you said, voice trembling now. “You wreck me and then disappear. And I keep letting you come back. I let you ruin me because I love you and you know it.”
The next morning came grey and heavy, rain slicking the city in a way that made everything look bruised. You didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. His voice had echoed in your skull all night. The way he said your name. The pathetic apology. The way he whispered I love you like it could fix the crater he’d carved into your chest.
You weren’t going to see him.
You weren’t.
You told yourself that all morning as you paced the kitchen, ignored your phone, and finally pulled on your coat to “get some air.” That’s all it was. Air.
But somehow your feet took you to the exact place you swore you’d never go again—the corner shop by Thomas Street. The one where he always ended up, shame-faced and half-alive, gripping a breakfast roll and a bottle of Lucozade like they’d soak up the poison he kept feeding himself.
And sure enough—there he was.
Hood up. Head down. Hair wet and curls matted to his forehead. He looked like a kicked dog. Pale, tired, shattered.
When he looked up and saw you, something in his eyes broke.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he said.
“Neither was I.”
Silence.
He looked down at his shoes like they’d betrayed him. “I meant what I said last night. About loving you.”
“You don’t get to say that anymore,” you replied, tone sharp as glass. “Not after what you did. Not after everything.”
He took a shaky breath. “I didn’t know how to love you the right way.”
“That’s a cop out, Pat.”
“It’s the truth,” he snapped, suddenly angry. “You think I wanted to be this broken? You think I liked dragging you into the mess of me?”
“No,” you said. “But you did it anyway. You let me hold the weight of your trauma and then blamed me when it crushed you.”
His jaw clenched.
“I begged you to talk to me,” you continued. “To let me in. And you shut the door. Again and again. And now you’re what? Standing in the rain hoping for a miracle?”
“I’m standing here because I’ve got fuck-all else left,” he said hoarsely. “Because I’ve spent the last three weeks choking on everything I never said, and you’re the only thing I still believe in.”
Your eyes burned.
“Don’t say that,” you whispered. “Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“I can’t let you go,” he said, stepping forward. “I won’t. Not without trying. Not without fighting.”
“Oh, now you want to fight?” you laughed bitterly. “You’re months too late, Feely.”
“I know. And I’ll crawl if I have to. I’ll grovel. I’ll beg. I’ll spend the rest of my bleeding life making up for what I did—just please, don’t walk away. Not for good.”
Your chest heaved with the weight of it all. The ache. The fury. The love that refused to die.
“I hate you,” you said, voice trembling.
“Then scream at me,” he said. “Tell me I ruined you. Tell me I’m a bastard. Just don’t pretend you don’t still feel this.”
He closed the space between you.
And when his hands touched your face—rough, trembling—you should’ve pushed him away.
But you didn’t.
Because when his lips crashed into yours, all that rage and sorrow melted into something deeper. The kiss was desperate. Angry. Full of teeth and tears. You gripped his hoodie like you could rip him in half and put him back together again. Like he might fall apart if you let go.
When you pulled back, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, rain dripping off both of you like some kind of baptism.
“I’m going to get better,” he said, voice wrecked. “For you. For me. I swear it.”
“We’ll see,” you murmured. “You’ll have to prove it.”
“I will,” he whispered. “Even if it kills me.”
And somehow, standing there in the cold rain, soaked through and trembling, it felt like the beginning.
this scene pmo so bad cus she put all this effort into planning this camping trip for Johnny's birthday, like a whole fucking month and theyre being absolutely ungrateful. valid crashout from gibsies side cus i would be pissed too. claire literally ran out crying??
You both needed each other. You needed him like the air you breathed but you knew it was more like he needed you like that whiskey bottle kept hidden in his bag. He was addicted to you but you knew how easily he could be cured of that addiction. You tried not to let it hurt you, it was still your bed he came back to bad hunt after bad hunt. You craved how his skin felt against yours, his calloused hands touched you like glass, those full lips against yours, the way he tasted, how he constantly left you wanting more, you had fallen unbelievably hard for this man. When he spent his days with you, it was natural how you two fit together not just int he bedroom but doing every day things when he had the time, before another hunt drove him away for however long till the next bad hunt.
Oh you tried going on with your life. Tried to have a normal life even, tried the whole dating game but right as you thought you had your life all together...you found that black Chevy impala parked in your driveway and spiraled back into what was safe what you had fallen in love with. It was a constant spiral leading your emotions all over the place, content when he was with you but alone....alone you were not happy. Something had to give and you knew how to make all this stop.
He was leaving again packing his bag for the next hunt his brother had called him about. You were at the door he had just turned back to kiss you goodbye and you finally spoke your mind.
“I wont keep doing this,” You spoke softly holding your hand at his chest keeping him from leaning forward. “I know you wont ever settle down and I’m never going to ask you to but I need something more stable than waiting by a phone praying I don’t get a phone call you are dead.....hoping I can see you again but....its fine when you are here, when you are here I feel normal but when you leave for weeks and months its always just enough for me to try and move on with my life then you show up again. I cant keep being your healing place when I’m the one breaking apart and trying to piece myself back together. No more, I’m your friend and I always will be but I cant keep doing this, we cant keep doing this to each other cause its not ok Dean,” You added finally looking up to him. The hurt in his eyes, you were ready for it...you thought so anyways. He nodded trying to fumble for words you could see him already trying to run as you grabbed his hand. “That doesn't mean you can be a stranger around here ok? Dean I still love you as much as you don’t want to hear it that wont ever change I just cant be your secret lover anymore ok?” You said to him softly. He gave you a half smile, it wasnt ok you knew that smile he was trying to keep it together for you anyways and failing miserably.
“Yea....Yea sweetheart ill make sure to call and stop by,” He sighed pulling you into a hug. He held on tight for all the world you were slipping away, you hugged back just as tight trying to reassure him you weren’t leaving.
“You better or I’ll pester you and Sam to death,” You laughed smiling up to him. He leaned in kissing your lips with a soft peck before letting you go.
“Ill see you around then huh?” Dean smiled before getting in baby starting the engine and driving off. Well....that could have gone worse....you sighed out heading back inside.
You waited for him to call that night but no like true Dean fashion nothing. You weren’t worried it wasn’t a new thing. Week past with no word and again you didn’t worry, you needed to stop worrying so put it behind you. After a month you finally couldn’t help yourself and you sent him a text message. Days went by still not response, you tried again...and again it went unanswered. You tried messaging Sam just to make sure everyone was alive and well...but again no response. Now now you were making yourself sick with worry, hardly eating nauseous when you did eat and tired all the time, emotions were wrecking you. Checking your phone every minute and the longer with no messages the more your stomach churned with anxiety. Finally you called you dialed Dean but....then you understood why you couldn’t get a hold of him...he had changed his number...Sam to. Well....this was not what you wanted, maybe not quite this drastic now you had no Dean at all in your life and it felt like a giant part of you was now missing.
4 years later
“Will you just call her? You still have her number memorized I know you do, just call her she still probably lives here,” Sam said as he looked out the window. While he had never been here he had heard a lot about it. “Dean-”
“Absolutely not Sam now back off....we are here about a ghost and that’s it,” Dean scolded at his younger brother and thankfully that hunt was on the other side of town...well away from where SHE lived if she still even lived here. They stopped at the motel getting a room and dropping their stuff off. “Im going to get food what do you want?” Dean asked as he was just trying to keep busy until Sam found where ever this house was.
“Whatever is fine tonight, ill get on the news websites and see if I can find it better,” Sam added but secretly was hoping Dean was going to see her. Dean was not OK with out her even Sam had picked up on that the second they had broke things off. Even worse it wasnt until a few weeks ago Sam realized Dean had changed both their numbers so any hopes of her contacting them were dashed. That wasnt ok with Sam at all just because Dean has sworn her off didnt mean he had the right to do that to Sam....also their may or may not be a ghost here either....he was just trying to have not such a moody Dean back. The bottle didnt do him well, neither did him trying to sleep around and it only ending in disaster most nights, Dean needed her plain and simple.
Dean drove past her old house, four years...no way she was still there. Sure enough a different car sat in the driveway, fresh coat of paint over the house, looked like a new family had moved in...good he was happy she had moved on. Part of him had hoped to see her car in the drive but he was glad he didn’t. He lingered in front of her house no longer than he had to before heading off to the store, might as well grab some beer. He grabbed a small shopping cart walking through the aisle grabbing a few things for Sam and a few things for himself. He got to the beer looking through for something. He smiled as he spotted a brand made locally....it was one she always liked and he grew fond of as well.
“Natalie....Natalie get back here.... we just got here I cant even look for three seconds!” Dean vaguely heard someone complaining from an aisle over before he felt something by his leg. He looked down spotting a small girl as she giggled and moved hiding behind his legs, Dean was half amused by her as he heard her name called again.
“I assume you are Natalie huh?” Dean smiled as the small girl looked up smile bright on her face. Dean froze shocked as he looked at her. Bright green eyes looked back at him, freckles adored her face, and she had curly hair but every bit the same color as hers.
“Natalie there you are, I am so sorry,” Dean looked up expecting to see you but instead found someone else.
“Hey dont worry about it she is adorable yours?” Dean smiled as the girl moved picking Natalie up.
“No no I just baby sit for her mom when shes at work,” The girl smiled bouncing Natalie making her smile. “You are new around town what brings you here?” She asked. Flirting she was most diffidently flirting.
“Just passing through, brother and I are staying at the motel just came by for something other than fast food,” Dean said as he picked up the six pack of local beer.
“Good choice on that one Natalie’s mom works in the offices there good company, well have fun on your stay here,” She smiled walking away with Natalie who waived at him bye. Dean waived back but walked along making sure he hadnt forgot anything. He checked out and spotted that car from earlier that was parked in your driveway with the babysitter and Natalie loading a few things in the back. Dean’s blood ran cold, the girl was about the right age and that car...was the babysitters not yours. Dean quickly headed back to the motel slamming the door as he looked at Sam.
“DID YOU KNOW?!” Dean yelled out grabbing Sam by his shirt collar.
“DEAN KNOW WHAT?!” Sam said aloud shocked. “Dean know what I don’t even know what you are talking about!”
“Y/N did you know about a kid?!” Dean added angry.
“Kid? Dean what are you talking about you are not making sense I don’t even know if she lives here anymore?” Sam added and Dean let him go. “Dude tell me what happened?” Sam asked trying to piece together. Dean sighed out as he sat on his bed starting to go over what happened. Sam sat quietly trying to process it all.
“Well guess the only way to find out is to go and see her,” Sam added as Dean sat there quietly. Sam also rolled up the magazine on his table before whacking his brother on the shoulder multiple times. “Now get lost,” Sam said as she chased him out and shook his head. He didnt expect this happening but now he was mad at his brother.....he should have left Sam’s number alone.
“Hey I’m home,” You yelled out and smiled as your daughter ran towards you and you picked her up kissing her cheek. “Were you good today?” You asked with a smile.
“YEs....played hide and seek at store before sissy found me,” She laughed before you let he down and looked at the sitter.
“Turned my back to grab the cereal she liked and poof she was quickly an aisle away,” The sitter laughed as she grabbed her things to head home. “We did however meet a very nice looking man right Nat?” Sitter smiled as Natalie nodded. “Cute guy too about yeh high, brown hair, freckles on his face and the pretties green eyes I think I’ve ever seen totally looks like your type too,” Sitter grinned before heading out the door. Your heart sank no way after all this time he would bother coming back but with Natalie saying she was hungry you didnt have time to think about it.
Didnt take long before your daughter had eaten, bathed and was happily sleeping in bed. You sighed out finally sitting on the couch propping your feet up on the couch. Well....today certainly had been long. All you could hear was the quiet of your house, TV was off, no radio on, and your phone turned off for the night. The only sound that you could hear was the sound of an older engine, one you knew all too well. You groaned getting up off the couch and headed for the door opening just as he walked up the stairs. “Hey you,” You said softly to him as you leaned against your doorway.
“Y/N...I...uh hi,” Dean smiled. Same old Dean but you didnt let him in like before. You just waited arms crossed looking at him you were not letting him off that easy right now. “Look I just need to know do you have a kid?” He asked not even trying to apologize just yet. “I saw a little girl earlier, right age, looked like you but had my eyes...do you have a child?” He asked again this time sincere. You let out a sigh, no point hiding it now you motioned for him to come in. Your house looked mostly the same few new furniture nothing yet he could see that you had a child. He followed you up the stairs, ones he knew so well even after all this time but instead of heading to your room you headed to the other one the door cracked just slightly. You leaned against the wall and nodded to him, he wanted the truth he would need to find out himself. Dean was looking from you to the door before hesitantly walking for it. You excused yourself quietly heading back downstairs letting him have his moment. Dean was nervous to open the door but he did. Natalie was sound asleep hugging a stuffed teddy bear while a night light lit up the room. Dean sat down gently on her bed his hand hesitating touching her. He looked to her night stand seeing a picture of you and him together. That was pretty solid evidence as his hand gently moved a strand of her curly hair out of her face. Dean looked up searching the door for you but you were no where to be found. He got back up and closed Natalie’s door quietly before heading downstairs finding you int he kitchen washing some dishes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked. You set a plate down a bit forcefully as you whipped your head around to him.
“Are you really going to ask me that Dean Winchester? You really going that way Mr. I changed my number OH AND my brothers number?” You said firmly to him. You were trying not to yell, you didn’t want to wake Natalie. “Don’t even go that route I was trying to tell you but like I know where you two live, Like i know anyone you both hang out with, NO because my only contacts to you are dead Dean and you conveniently didn’t bother leaving me a return address on anything you sent me years ago,” You added as you got back to the dishes.
“Y/N...” Dean called your name softly. You turned around wiping your hands off.
“What do you want me to say Dean? I didn’t know when you left I found out two months later when I thought it was my nerves and anxiety making me sick...no oh hell no turns out i was three months pregnant so as much as I wanted to forget you since you clearly decided to cut me off I couldn’t. Yes we were both careful you used protection I had birth control but clearly she was meant to be so I wasn’t going to stop her from coming into this world. I tried to for months but I wasn’t going to find you I knew that, you sure as hell knew that. What else do you want me to say, yea it was rough going through all this alone but here I am doing just fine. Natalie starts daycare in about a month, I’m actually in a job I enjoy not sure what you want me to say. Did I miss you, yes was it hard trust me I cursed your name many times but i made it I don’t even know why you are back now,” You added arms crossed as you shook your head disapprovingly. “Knowing you its a hunt of some sort so I cant even try to act like im happy to have you back cause I’m not it was never to see us. You just happened to run into her Natalie with the sitter. I’m not here to try and trap you, yes we have a kid... but I don’t need anything from you and for now she doesn’t either,” You scolded again. Dean let you...he didn’t say a word as he looked down on the ground and you didn’t even have enough fight left in you to care.
“Does she ask about me?” Dean asked softly. You threw the hand towel down and nodded.
“Not all the time but she does...don’t think she fully understands yet she thinks just me is normal but I don’t lie to her Dean just say your away on business helping people and to a three year old good enough an answer,” You sighed out and finally he moved for you his hand moving taking yours from your arm gently into his. You let out a sigh, this was still Dean, the man you were still hopelessly in love with even as mad as you were.
“Can I try?” Dean asked softly and you looked up at him a bit confused. “Can I try to make it up to the both of you? I know I have a lot to make up for with you, you know I’m shit with words so no matter what I’m going to say its not ever going to be enough but will you let me try?” Dean asked again softly his green eyes looking down at you.
“I need some time Dean but its not out of the option can you give me that? Hang around maybe bring Sam around...have an actual phone to reach you at? Spend time with Natalie I want you in her life if you want to be in her life but don’t play this appear and disappear game with her like you did me ok?” You said looking up at him. He nodded a smile swept over his face, you could see the guilt too but would take awhile before you fully forgave him he wasn’t getting off that easy.
“Yea....Yea I can do that....I don’t think Sam brought us here for a case anyways,” Dean laughed halfheartedly. “Come here,” he added pulling you in close and his arms wrapped around you. You sighed out taking in his scent again, the leather from his jacket, bit of salt, gunpowder, and lord knows what herbs from all the things they did. It was soothing your arms wrapped around him again. This wasn’t perfect, your poor emotions were numb right now but still this felt right. It may not have been how you wanted everything backwards but if it was meant to be who were you to stop it.
