Summary: Dean tries to salvage his relationship with YN after their big fight.
Words: 1000ish
Warnings: cussing
“Chop, chop, boy!” Bobby snapped at Dean.
“I can’t do this!” He threw his pencil on the table.
“Fine. Don’t get her back, then. Your choice.”
Bobby stood from the kitchen table and walked into the living room. Dean heard the screen door slam.
“I need to go for a drive.” Dean twirled his keys and left Bobby’s as quickly as he could. He drove by Jody’s but he knew not to stop. Dean saw YN’s car there and hated that she didn’t want to be around him. It had been three months, and the situation of her finding out he was her father still wrecked him. Dean wanted to walk right into Jody’s house, sit YN down, and have a conversation. Jody told him she wasn’t ready, so he needed to respect that. But he REALLY didn’t want to.
Dean day-dreamed for a moment before slamming on the brakes. He saw someone running, not watching where she was going. He honked, and she jumped, pulling out her headphones. When she looked up at him, YN’s jaw dropped. She was right in front of him. Of his car. Dean opened his mouth to say something out the window, but she sprinted toward Jody’s before he could get anything out.
DAMMIT.
“JODY!” YN cried, letting the door slam behind her. The woman rushed into the living room. YN reached for her and squeezed her tight.
After calming down enough to explain what happened, she took a deep breath.
“I’m not ready!” YN screamed.
“And you don't have to be… yet. You’ll have to face this eventually.” Jody offered a reluctant smile.
“I know…” YN huffed.
“Sam!” Dean slammed Bobby’s door. He ran down the steps.
The younger brother walked in with urgency in his eyes.
“What?”
“I just saw her!”
“Huh?”
“YN! She was running and I almost ran over her!”
“Okay? She lives with Jody, and she lives not far from us. It’s not weird you saw her somewhere.”
“Whatever.” Dean rolled his eyes and went to his room.
“FINISH THE DAMN LETTER!” Sam yelled up the stairs to his brother. “YN said once you finished it, she would talk with you.”
Dean struggled to finish learning sounds and combinations of letters. Bobby was of almost zero help, feeling for YN.
YN,
Im sory. I did’nt mean too hurt you. I tied to proteckt you.
Love, Dean.
“No.” Bobby looked over his shoulder. “You’re not even trying. I know you can do better than that.”
“You’re just up my ass because you’re mad at me!” Dean turned around and stood from the chair.
“Yeah, but I also know that you can do better,” Bobby crossed his arms, face full of disdain.
“Whatever,” Dean groaned. He swiped the paper off the table and threw it in the trash.
“One sentence is not an apology letter.” Bobby stated plainly. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.” Bobby took a lined piece of paper and the pencil out of Dean’s hand. The younger one huffed. “Don’t worry about the sounds and spelling right now. Think about what you want to say. Dean, what do you want to tell her?”
“I did what I had to do. YN could not grow up in the life. IT wasn’t safe. I’m not ashamed of what I did for her. Although maybe we could have told her and explained it earlier on when she was a kid.”
“You’ve messed around too much with this letter business. You and I will work together to complete it, but by the end of this, you will know how to spell every word in it and you’ll be able to read it. Got it?”
“Bobby,” Dean sighed. He rubbed his temples.
“No, here.” Bobby tossed the pencil his way. He grabbed an extra one from the counter and adjusted in his seat. “Pretend we are writing the letter to her right now. What are you going to tell her?” Dean huffed, giving in to Bobby’s request.
“Dear YNN,
If I were to go back and make the choice again, I would have made the same one. Hunting was not something you needed to be exposed to…..”
THREE WEEKS LATER
“...I wanted wha- what’s best for you. If you become a parent, you’ll un- uh.” Dean took a deep breath. “Understand. Your dad and I did it be- because it made sense, and he fell in love with you as he became friends with our family. I don’t expect you to forgive me or whatever, but I wanted you to know that I do really love you. I’m sorry that it hap- happened the way that it did. I hope you will forgive me eventually because you are every… everything to me. Love, Dean.”
He looked up at her to notice crossed arms but a smirk on her face.
“Bobby done GOOD.” YN dropped her arms to her sides. “I think I understand. I just need you to know that I’m still processing. But I do love you too, Dean. And Sammy.” She winked at her uncle as he, Jody, and Bobby looked on.
“What about me and Jody? I put up with his sorry butt for the last four months, and Jody did the same for you.” Bobby said gruffly, but YN knew it was a facade.
“Thank you all.” She grinned and looked at her hunter crew. “You did really well, Dean. I’m so proud of you. You read that entire thing!”
“I’m surprised, myself.” Dean shrugged. “Hug? Please?”
“Fine,” YN sighed, silly.
“Thank you!” He rushed into her arms, excited that he had completed his task and was able to connect with her again. Dean hugged her tightly as she felt a sense of calm rush over her.
“I can read and write. And it’s all because of you, kiddo. I hope that you want to hang around more, but I will continue to respect your space, okay?” He backed away so that he could read her face.
“Actually… about that.”
He raised a brow.
“Can I move into the bunker? I’m done hunting, and Jody deserves her house back.” YN looked over at the other female hunter.
“Really? I mean,” he cleared his throat. “As long as you keep your room clean, of course.”
Man From the Mountains- (Dean x reader romantic) Dean doesn’t want to care until he finds someone to care for. She’s on his property, and he doesn’t like it.
Summary: Jensen’s daughter knows something he doesn’t. And she can’t wait to tell him.
Words: None
Warnings: none
“Dad!” YN yelled for Jensen. “I have something to tell you!” She grinned as he walked into the living room.
“Can’t talk! Emergency at the brewery!” He called behind him as he stepped through the garage door. “Talk later!”
“Ungh.” YN sighed in disappointment. “Whatever.”
“So, what’s the big news? I’m here, you can tell me!” Jared walked in and sat down next to her on the couch.
“Hi!” YN gasped. “Were you charmed into hanging out with me tonight?” YN laughed.
“I wanted to. Haven’t seen my little punk in a while.”
“I saw you yesterday.” YN tilted her head in curiosity.
“You know what I mean. Just me and you.”
“Oh! In that case, can we pig out on pizza and ice cream and watch terrible movies please? Is he going to be gone for a while?” Her face went from excitement to sadness quickly.
“It may be a while. You tell me your good news and then I will answer your question,” he winked. “I won’t tell your dad, promise.”
“I heard that Danneel Harris was working on a project in Austin, and she wants to “cross paths” with my dad! OOOOOOoooo!” YN giggled.
Jared rolled his eyes.
“And where did you hear that?”
“So you have heard it too!” YN gasped.
“For the record, no, I had not heard that.”
“You know how it is here. Plus- the kids I go to school with are all famous people and who are in town since their parents seem to have connections and know everyone.”
“You want them to date,” Jared sighed. “Look-”
“Yes, I want them to date. I’ve met her, and she is nice! They would get along great! Gen knows her, right? I’m going to go ask her what she thinks.”
“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Jared put his foot between her and the pathway to the door. “We have pizza to order and a movie to watch.”
YN’s face fell.
“Gen is having a self-care night anyway. She’s had a long week. You can ask her later.”
His niece grumbled and sat back down.
“Fine,” she huffed.
After an evening of fun activities, Jensen was still not home. Jared spent the night at the Ackles’ home because of it.
“I’m fourteen! I’ll be fine! Plus, you guys live next door, and I have my radio you gave me.”
She dangled the two-way radio in front of him.
“I told your dad I would. It’s fine.”
During the night, he heard her coughing from her room.
“Hey, you okay?” He knocked lightly and slowly opened the door.
“Yeah,” YN rasped.
He walked closer to her as she coughed again.
Jared felt her forehead.
“Yikes,” he hummed to himself. “Where is the humidifier? Take off all those blankets, it will help with your fever.”
“I don’t have a fever.” YN turned away from him. “I’m fine.”
“Wrong answer. Let’s go, chop, chop.”
“The humidifier is in the hall closet.” YN coughed again.
“I’ll be right back.” Jared walked out of her room.
He heard her groan and cough all night long. The next morning, her dad was asleep in his room, but Jared was still on high alert for what she needed.
“Your dad got home super late last night. He’s resting. Would you like met to get you some tea?”
YN sat up in her bed.
“That would be great,” she whispered.
YN heard the sound of voices chatting from the kitchen.
Dad’s awake. And home.
YN smiled to herself.
“Here,” Jared slowly handed her a coffee mug with Sam Winchester on it.
“Of course you would choose that one,” YN grinned before turning away and coughing.
“I’m going to go home and have breakfast with Gen. Feel better,” he kissed the top of her head and exited the room.
A few minutes later, her dad rushed in with a wrinkled forehead and jaw clenched.
“Jared said you wanted to spill the tea! Why would you do that? It would make a mess and leave a stain!” Jensen crossed his arms and stood tall.
YN’s eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out what he was saying.
“I’m drinking the tea because my throat hurts. I have no reason to spill the-” YN giggled. “OH! It’s a saying, you weirdo! It means gossip!”
A look of relief washed over him. He pulled a chair close to her bed.
“And what’s that?”
“Your new girlfriend is shooting a movie here! I heard she wants to hang out with you while she is here.”
Summary: YN and Dean have been dating for a year, welcome back to the mountains!
Man From the Mountains PART 1- PART 2
Words: none
One year later
“No!” YN gasped. Smiling nervously, she backed away from the man one one knee in front of her.
“If you’ll have me, then yes.” Dean grinned but softened when she didn’t reply.
“Dean. I mean, yes! I will absolutely marry you.”
Her now fiance stood from the middle of the room in the cabin he shared with Sam.
“Bout time, you dweebs.” Sam walked in with groceries.
“Boy! Get outta here!” Dean ripped the groceries from his hands and threw them on the floor. “I told you to be gone for two hours!” The shorter brother turned Sam around and shoved him outside before locking the door. “Jerk.” Dean sighed and regained his composure. “So, will you do this with me? Really.”
“I would love to be your soon-to-be Mrs. Winchester,” YN nudged Dean playfully and then withdrew her hand to gaze at the ring on her finger. He took her hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing it, he looked up at her.
“Yes, Mr. Winchester?”
“You are going to be a wonderful wife.”
“Wow, a rare encouraging word from the gruff mountain man.” YN grinned.
“Please stop calling me that…” Dean trailed off. ‘I’m not proud of how I treated you when we first met, and- I don’t want to be known for that anymore.” He glanced up at her from his shoes. She took his hand.
“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.” YN squeezed his hand. “I kinda like it though. It reminds me of how we first met and how you became a flustered puppy in love. Bet you never thought you would fall in love with a city girl.” YN smirked.
“I was not a flustered puppy in love, as you say.”
“You totally were. Still are.” Sam walked in behind them from the back of the house. “Back door was unlocked.”
Dean whacked him on the back of the head.
“Totally worth the head injury,” the younger Winchester laughed. “ Had to use the bathroom. Going out, see ya lovebirds later!” Sam yelled behind him.
“Sam! Radio!” YN and Dean yelled in unison. They laughed. On the other hand, Sam grumbled.
“I didn’t realize I would be getting an annoying, overbearing sister in this deal,” the taller man walked back into the house and took a radio off of the charging stand. After clipping it on his pant waist, he walked over and kissed her cheek in thanks. “Bye.”
‘Bye, Sammy.”
“So are we doing this?” Dean turned his focus beck to YN.
“Yes. Forever and always.”
He slowly hugged her, running his fingers up and down her back.
“Thank you for what you do for me,” he whispered.
“Why are we whispering?” YN smiled but froze. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.”
“I’m glad. You deserve to enjoy life every once in a while, Dean Winchester.”
Dean is a great baseball player whose value diminishes after he retires, or so he thinks.
AN- I have almost 1000 followers! I don’t know how you all are interested in my writing, but I greatly appreciate it! Wanted to say thanks and post something to show my gratitude.
Warnings: none, maybe depressive feelings
Words: none.
“I got signed.” Dean smiled ear to ear.
“You… you what?” YN asked, not really asking. In shock, she took a gulp of air. “I- I didn’t even know you tried out.” She took a step back from his embrace.
“I know. Surprise!” Dean grinned again, but his face faltered when he saw the disappointed expression.
“You didn’t even talk to me about it. It affects us both, you know.” She whispered.
“I- I know, but I thought you would be happy for me.”
“I am, I just- I want to discuss something like this first. It will affect our lives continuously over the next few years, if not more. If we stay together.”
“What? Of course we will stay together.”
“But what about what I want?” YN crossed her arms while taking a deep breath.
________
1st Pro Game
“Have a good game.” YN smiled. Not wanting to have him get a hard time from his teammates, she subtly winked at Dean rather than kissing him. “Catch ya later.”
“Bye, sweets,” he whispered.
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Last Pro Game
“Have a good game, Winchester.” YN kissed him over the fence and went back to her seat with tears in her eyes.
I’m so proud of him.
“Hey, champ!” YN greeted her husband after the game.
“We didn’t win the championship this year, silly.” He engulfed her with his large body and muscular arms.
“You’re my champion though.” YN whispered in his ear.
YN saw Dean fading. He wasn’t adjusting to retirement well over the next few months.
“Babe,” she rolled over in bed to see a forlorn look on his face. “What can I do?”
“Huh?” Dean turned to face her after putting his reading glasses down.
“You’re not yourself. You aren’t here.”
“I’m right here…?”
“Your head isn’t.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not though. I see you hiding.” After a beat, she took a deep breath. “Retirement is not what you thought it would be. Would you agree with that?”
“Umm. Yeah. I would agree with that.”
“I’m gonna ask you something else.” She scanned his face. “What can we do to get you out of this funk?”
“A purpose.”
“Excuse me?” YN tilted her head.
“A reason to get up and do something.”
“Ah.” YN nodded. “Good thing we think alike.” She smiled.
“What did you do?” He grinned.
___________
“Win! Win! Win!”
The retired baseball player walked into an indoor baseball field. His eyes lit up as kids lined the field, clapping for him and yelling his nickname.
“Welcome to the Dean Winchester Baseball Clinic,” YN nudged him. “You are going to teach these kids how to play baseball.”
He turned to her wide-eyed.
“What?”
“You are a fan favorite, and you need a purpose. So, here is your new purpose.” YN stepped back so that he could see the practice facility full of fans.
“Babe-”
“Go up to bat. Promised those kids you would put on a show.” She winked. “Catch ya later.”
Summary: Dean fights to get his sister back. Her brain is holding her hostage.
I just quit a job that wasn’t great but wasn’t terrible either. It was time to move on, however. Sam and Dean were proud of me; it was a step up from where I had been. Anyway- my previous job was different from the one I’m currently in and dreading unbelievably. I’m alone a lot of the time now because I work from home sometimes. It’s been an adjustment. I think they saw me withdrawing. I felt the sadness of being by myself and they did too. Being big brothers, they checked on me a lot more.
“Please, I’ve got work to do, and I need to check in with my supervisor. Can you please leave?” I begged but not in a whiny way.
“Fine. Eat your lunch though. It better be in your stomach and not on the plate when I come back to get it. When you’re finished, just put it outside your door.”
“This isn’t room service, Dean. I can take care of my own dishes. I’m twenty-two. I’m a big girl.”
“Just eat, okay?” He raised his eyebrows.
“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes at him.
“You may be an adult, but I can still kick your ass.” Dean narrowed his gaze at me. I looked away. “Do good. I’ll check in with you later.”
“Okay,” I sighed as he closed the door. Three hours later, I stood from my desk and walked out to the living room with my plate. Sam and Dean were watching TV. “Hey.” I continued toward the sink and washed my dish.
“Did you eat?”
I took a deep breath.
“Stop bugging her,” I heard Sam whisper. I closed my eyes for a moment.
“I’m done with my work for the day.” I dried my plate and put it away.
“I know you heard me.” Dean paused the movie playing and glared at me.
“What, Dean?” I huffed.
“Did you eat all of your food?”
I had enough of his questions. I was going through a lot without him bugging the crap out of me, and I was done with it. I walked up behind him and slapped the back of his head.
“Ass!” He hopped up from the couch. “What was that for?”
“For-” I stopped. I realized in that moment I wasn’t really sure why I had done it. “For bugging me! I’m not okay, and you just keep shoving it in my face.” Growling, I squared myself, ready for a verbal fight. Trying to show confidence, I lifted my chin to stare at him. His tight jaw relaxed. My fighting spirit faltered a little at the sudden soften on his face.
“I told you,” Sam gritted his teeth, aiming his comment at Dean. “You aren’t helping.”
“At least I’m talking to her about it! At least we are getting somewhere!”
You need to know something about me. I’m not like Sam or Dean. I’m not tough. If one of them raises their voice at me, I crumble. Sam’s quieter and more reserved than Dean, but Dean is older, so he is loud and always in charge. Because of this, I lost it, but I didn’t know what to do.
“I- I-” I closed my mouth.
“You what? You’ve been hiding for days. You can’t do that.” Dean got close to me, but I could tell Sam was anxious. He stood between me and Dean. He always did when Dean came down hard on me.
“Dean, relax. Step back.”
“You’re scaring me, Dean.” I barely got it out before he relaxed his face a tad more and took a step back just once.
“Well, you’re scaring me, so I guess we’re even then.” Dean turned around and sat on the couch again.
“I don’t mean to,” I whispered and unconsciously stood behind Sam for protection from my upset brother.
He heard footsteps and crunching of leaves when he was pulling weeds by his front porch.
“YN?” Dean took a deep breath and put his pistol back in its place on his hip. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to see how my favorite grumpy mountain gunman is doing.” YN shrugged.
“Doll, ya can’t just walk up on me like that,” Dean sighed. “Didn’t you learn that last time?” He crossed his arms.
“Sorry,” YN chuckled and put her hands up. The mountain man noticed something in her hand.
“What’s that?”
“A peace offering?” The young woman reached out her hand so that he would take it. As Dean took it, he could smell the cinnamon.
“Coffee cake?”
“Yup. Made it myself. Hope you like it.”
Impressed but too proud to grant her the satisfaction, he snorted.
“Thanks…”
“I know you will eat it because you don’t have stuff like that in your cabin. Goes good with your cup of joe in the morning, promise.” YN beamed internally. When he didn’t give a reaction, she took a deep breath and said, “good to see you, Dean. Have a good day.” YN turned and walked down the hill.
“Doll,” he called.
“Yeah?” YN looked over her shoulder.
“You drove hours to give me coffee cake?”
She chuckled.
“No. Your mean self would not draw me back here.” YN tilted her head. “But I stopped by anyway.”
He winced.
“I moved here a few weeks ago.” His eyes brightened, but he tried to hide it. “Don’t worry, it’s not next door. I know you would not want me too close, but-”
“Stop, YN”
She closed her mouth.
“Can you just stop talking for one second?”
“Bossy,” YN laughed. “What?” She crossed her arms, ready for battle with the man for the thousandth time.
“You don’t have to make excuses, doll. It really IS nice to see you.”
“A compliment from the gruff guy? Wow. I must be moving up in your world.” A Cheshire grin graced her face.
“You are… so beautiful.”
“Excuse me?” YN stepped back. Flustered, she put her fingers to her throat.
“Doll, you drive me crazy.”
“They say boys are mean to girls they like. That true?” YN crossed her arms again. Dean looked away. “I got news for you, mountain man.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not very good manners to do that.”
“Right,” he sighed submissively. “Sorry.”
“So,” she started. “I don’t know that I feel the same. You were an ass to me after all.”
“I was,” he chuckled. “I really am-”
“You sound like me now with the apologies. Only I don’t have a gun on your back.” YN raised a brow.
“Can we… start over… please?”
YN grinned.
“If we have to…” she held out the last syllable as a whine. “I will go out with you as long as you promise to be nicer.”
“Promise,” Dean said immediately. “Scouts’ honor.” He saluted her.
“Why do I have a feeling you were kicked out of the Boy Scouts?” YN giggled.
“Because I was. Thanks for the reminder.” He scratched the back of his neck.
“Be nice, and I’ll give this a shot, grumpy man.”
“Really?” He smiled to his eyes.
“Yeah.” YN nodded. “If you dish it out, I’m going to dish it back though. We’re even now.”
“Okay, okay.” He put up his hands with a smirk. “I will not be terrible…ish.”
“You ARE terrible.” YN sighed, content. “It’s settled then.” She turned to walk away.
“Uh…” he said expectantly.
She stopped.
“Yes?” Without turning to face him, YN waited.
“Can I get your number or…” Dean asked as if it was an obvious next step.
“Eat the cake, Dean.” YN walked toward her truck and entered it. After starting the vehicle, she drove down the steep hill. Her new love interest peered into the bag. He saw a sliver of paper coming out of the loaf.
“You are something else, doll,” he said to himself.
