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If you didn't catch all the motion in the ocean the #MotormouthKids gave alongside the #NicestKidsInTown, don't stress, "Hairspray LIVE" re-airs tonight on NBC! Though not as "LIVE" as when it first aired, its gonna be just as Amazing! Now go RUN-N-TELL THAT!!! #HairsprayLIVE #NKIT #MMK #Family #ThrustingOurLivesAway

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Last night was our last FULL Dress rehearsal, and it was so difficult to let it end. Literally fighting tears! The LOVE we All as a cast (actually as friends) have for one another is unreal, and truly a blessing! I know the love and the genuine relationship we have with one another will be received through your tv screens tonight! Take a journey with us tonight through 1962, and see all the hard word we've put it these past few months! Welcome to #NBCHairsprayLIVE !! We are a FAMILY!!! #MotorMouthGang #NicestKidsInTown #MMK #NKIT #RhonCameron

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New Kids In Town

Anonymous: Im dying to read chapter four of your fanfic!

Anonymous: When is chapter 4 of new kids in town going to be posted? I love it so far!

Dean x Reader New Kids In Town: Chapter 4 Word Count: 2,254

Warnings: alcohol, mention of death

A/N: Oh God, guys, I am so sorry that this took so long. I had the worse writers’ block in history. I feel awful for it being so long to post this, but here it is! It’s a little long, but hopefully that can make up for lost time. I hope you like it! Shout out to my babe, theperksofbeingginny !

The wind had died down to a soft and cool breeze. You felt the heat of Dean’s gaze on your back as you walked away from him, letting your feet carry you away to an unknown destination. You couldn’t feel anything at the moment. Everything in your body was numb and silent; the strong and somehow steady beat of your heart was the only evidence that you were even alive.

“Dean, for the love of all that is holy, go away,” you spat out, feeling the venom of your words roll off your tongue. You were so tired; every bone in your body felt like it weighed It was like you were dragging yourself.

“Why? It’s dark and things go bump in the night. I’m not letting you walk by yourself. It’s too dangerous,” he said back, his words echoing off the trees and gliding gently through the wind.

“I’m not a child, Dean!” You swung your body around to stare the beautiful pools of green. “I don’t need you to walk me everywhere. I don’t need you to treat me like I’m five. I’m a hunter. I can fend for myself.”

Dean stood with shock waving over his features, not saying a word, but continued to walk towards you. He walked with broad shoulders and a confident glare. A sick feeling rushed to your stomach.

“I don’t care what the hell you are,” whispered Dean, his face close to your own. “You could be an angel, a monster, or a hunter. But hunters die when they’re on their own and your blood will not be on my hands.”

There was something in his eyes that shone brighter than any star ever could. It reminded you of the pain and grief you saw in your own.

“What happens to me is none of your concern, Dean,” you said softly, feeling the heaviness in your bones worsen. You were surprised you were still standing. Your head began to feel slightly light, and you couldn’t shake off this sensation.

“I have booze in my car. Instead of walking off to God knows where, we can drink back at the motel. Okay?” Dean said tenderly, taking your hand in his own. You stared down at your hands, comparing how much smaller and more soft looking your hands are to Dean’s. He had tiny scars tracing one another over his palms and fingers. You had an itch to draw his hands.

“Okay.” He carefully led you back towards the motel, not letting go of your hand. You thought that you’d feel electric currents course through your veins, but you were too tired to feel anything but the pressure of the wind and Dean’s hand.

You were back at the motel and Dean wasn’t lying. He pulled out bottles and bottles of whiskey and scotch. He placed himself on top of his Impala’s trunk and offered you his hand once more.

Gladly taking it, you pulled yourself onto the trunk and took the bottle of whiskey in his hand. You took a long, burning swig of the alcohol and waited for the warm numbness to engulf your body; it did not even a minute later.

“Since I’m giving you my drinks, we might as well figure out each others dark side and forget it in the morning,” Dean said, taking a drink from his bottle. You looked over at him, watching the glow of his sandy brown hair shine brightly off the moonlight.

You chuckled slightly and murmured, “Alright. What do you want to know?” Dean looked over at you, and your heart fluttered for a moment in your chest. You wanted to lean in, just enough to brush your lips together, but you were still sober enough to tell yourself no.

“How did you get into hunting?” The warmth in your body left immediately and was replaced by a ice cold chill. You’ve dreaded this question your whole hunting life. Ever since that night…

“So, yeah. I did,” you said quietly, taking another long and burning drink from your bottle. You both fell silent for a some time before he asked, “Did?”

“Yeah, I did. But, they’re all dead now. I was thirteen and they were like new red paint on my living room walls. Literally. A couple of demons came in the middle of the night and killed them. And I’ve been on my own hunting them down and anything else ever since.”

Dean’s eyes widened as you finished your quick summary of your odd life. You had begun to accept what happened to your family a little more each day, but it still hurt to talk about it. Some would say that it was like cutting open a freshly healed wound repeatedly.

“Sammy and I, we weren’t as close as we are now,” Dean said with a touch of long time sadness in his tone. You weren’t exactly sure what he was doing, but you didn’t bother to stop him.

“Growing up, he always wanted a normal life. He wanted to stay at one school and be able to dream about girls and books. But, he instead got to dream about the monsters we hunt and what really happened to our mother that night. And when he did, I tried to be there for him as much as I could. That was the hardest thing I ever did. I spent my whole protecting him and feeling guilty about not doing a good enough job. And then when he graduated, he left me like I was nothing. Everything I ever did for him, and he just left without coming back for three years.”

You were quiet for a long period of time; words had abandoned you and left you feeling the wind of the cool night. Before you could think about what you were doing, your hand slipped into Dean’s and warmth drowned your body.

“'Heat of the Moment’ is my favorite song,” you heard yourself say. Dean looked over at you with blazing green eyes, his lips pulling to the side. He stroked his thumb back and forth on your hand, sending your atoms to burn.

“I think ‘Cherry Pie’ is a great song to strip to.” You felt your body explode with laughter and the sound of joy dripped into your ears. A deep rumble vibrated through your body, making you look up at Dean with wide and worry eyes.

He smiled and looked up at the sky, his eyes lighting up to be almost a neon, but not quite, green. A chill slipped down your back as you figured out that it was thunder. And now it was rain.

“We should get inside. You’ll get sick if you get wet,” Dean said quietly, sliding down from the Impala’s trunk and lifting you up into his arms. You didn’t fight his strong and comforting touch. You could feel the alcohol weighing down your limbs. You were sure that if you tried to walk on your own, you’d fall flat on your face and embarrass yourself more than you needed.

Rain slid down your cheeks, cooling your warm touch. Dean quietly opened the motel door and slipped you gently down on the bed. The sheets greeted you with a soft brush, making your mind immediately tire. Dean laid next to you, inches away from your wet body.

“You don’t need to be so far away,” you whispered, not wanting to wake the younger Winchester. You saw a smile spread over Dean’s lips through the terrible lighting coming from the slightly open window. The sound of rain pounded on the roof above you, sending a rush of relief through your heavy frame.

From where you laid, you could see the dark clouds covering the blue sky that was trying to break through. It reminded you of when you were younger and innocent. You always were happy when it rain. Your grandmother had told you that rain was the Angels tears of love. But after everything you had been through, you knew that it only rained because of the moisture in the air. And it had made you overflown with sadness.

You felt Dean bring you closer to him; wrapping his arms around you waist and placing your hands on his chest, you instantly felt sleep pull you forward. It wasn’t long before you were drifting off to sleep. Before you were completely unconscious, you heard soft and truthful word come from Dean.

“Don’t go leave me, okay? Please…” you weren’t able to hear the rest of him because you had been consumed by darkness.

Dean had known what he was doing the whole time with Y/n. He knew that pulling her to his chest and wrapping himself around her was going to hurt him. He knew that holding her hand and carrying her into the motel was going to puncture his heart. He knew that catching her scent was going to put him into the grave. But he couldn’t stop himself.

Dean wasn't able to sleep. His mind was racing at every thought that came to his mind and every sound that he mistakenly heard. He was being protective, he realized. Because he had people he cared about in the same room as him. He was always careful with his little Sammy, but now he had Y/n in the middle of it all as well.

The clouds covered the sky, making Dean’s body feel heavy and tired. He would sleep, but he had to stay awake, alert. The sounds of Y/n’s deep breathing made it harder for Dean. He couldn’t be here.

Dean had learned that being a hunter, you couldn’t have relationships. Sometimes you couldn’t even have family, but Dean knew he and Sam were lucky enough to have their father for as long as they did. He also learned that you have to cut off all ties with the normal world. You weren’t allowed to mow the lawn and go to church一on normal occasions. Not to kill a demon or summon an Angel. Dean knew all these things, and yet, he still wished he could.

The rain poured a little harder now, the sound making it easier for Dean to stay awake. At this moment, he could breathe. His Sammy was okay, Y/n was….safe, and the world stopped spinning. Dean felt as if he could count every atom in the air.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered to Y/n, but more to himself. He carefully tried to remove Y/n from his hold, but it was like tearing out an artery. Pain shot through him, forcing Dean to bite his lip to keep from crying out. He didn’t want to let go; Y/n was the only thing at the moment holding him down to Earth.

He unwillingly released Y/n, and the pressure returned to his chest. He took a second to catch his breath before he walked over to Sam and placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. Sam shot up in the bed, and Dean had to cover his mouth to keep him from yelling out.

“Shh, Sammy. We need to leave,” Dean hushed through gritted teeth. This was going to kill him.

“What? Why?” Sam carefully crawled out of bed, trying not to make a noise. For such a big man, Sam was surprisingly silent.

“Sam, I need you to trust me on this one, okay? Please, just trust me…” Dean could hear the desperation in his tone. Sam must’ve noticed it too since he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder and nodded.

Sam grabbed his duffel bag and walked to the bathroom. Dean could no longer stand and sat down on the other bed, his hands clenching into fists and he stared at the beautiful and sleeping Y/n.

He had to do this; he had no choice. Dean knew what happened when he grew close to people, he knew how he affected them, it was never good. She looked so peaceful, innocent. There were no lines of worry in your face and no stress pulling and stretching her skin. Y/n reminded Dean of an angel statue he had once saw while driving through a small town; strong, broken, and alive.

Dean reached out to push back a stubborn piece of hair from Y/n’s face一

“Dean!” Sam whispered harshly, walking towards his brother and grabbing Dean’s duffle bag. Dean stood up and didn’t look up to meet Sam’s gaze. He knew what he was thinking. Dean, what the hell are you doing? Why am I up to early? I love you brother, but really, what’s the point?

“C’mon, Sam. Don’t make a sound,” Dean said, his voice thick and scratchy. It felt like he was speaking through broken glass and knives. Sam nodded and opened the door to the motel, putting the bags away and sitting in the Impala, waiting for Dean.

Dean took one long, last look at Y/n sleeping, knowing he was burning her face into his mind. He didn’t want to forget one single detail about her. Not the way her voice sounded like honey in his ears; the way she unintentionally swung her hips while she walked; not the way her gaze made Dean’s lungs collapse. Not a damn thing.

Closing the door behind him, he let the rain try and cleanse the scent of her body from his skin. No matter how much water poured over and onto his body, he’d never forget her.