WARNINGS: Established relationship, angst, fluffy, mentions of sex
SUMMERY: You are head over heels for Dean, in love with a man who could never live the life he always wanted.
A/N: Written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s Novemver With Dean Quickie Challenge. This is also my first SPN x Reader fic, so I kept it simple this time around c:
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It was going to be six week tomorrow. You couldn't help the fluttering in you chest as you walked next to the man that you proudly called your boyfriend. It was so strange, a month ago he wasn't in your life, and then this God-Sent man strolled into your life with everything you wanted and so much more. He was the personification of perfection and beauty, and you had never felt more attracted to one man before.
His short brunette hair and those captivating green eyes landed on you while you approached his table in the little dinner you worked in, and his smile made your knees weak. It was so cheesy you could've sworn this had been some dream projected on yourself, a made up story that television would love. However the sharp prick from your nails when you pinched yourself, told you this was real - so, so real.
As you hit it off with the charming man before you, you had no idea that you were falling head over heels for Dean Winchester. You had even less knowledge that he was here for a hunt. That all of this was something planned out. All you knew was by some miracle this beautiful man was here and had eyes for you.
From there it was three days of flirtatious texting before he took you on a cute date through the park, telling you all about his family, and how they all worked so hard, and how they all got so wound up in their own minds and work; that sometimes it drove him insane. His favourite food fell from his lips as did the bands he loved and so on. Never before had you felt as starstruck as you did as you watched the twinkle reach his eyes; reminding you of the way the light would hit the lush green tree tops in the early mornings.
From there the dates picked up more and more, and you dared not say it - but had you been a teenager again - you might have called it love. However you'd made that mistake before, and you were sure it was just a honeymoon phase; sure to pass with time, to settle down and relax soon. However above all the storms of emotions and puppy love that flutters; it was your favoruite season, autumn. The warm smells of spices filled the air, lattes kept chilly hands warms, and the crisp crunching of leaves under your feet. That all wrapped up with the beautiful man who smiled at you like you were the light of his world - made this by far a memorable time you would never forget.
Above all the gushing, you couldn't help but smile as your eyes watched the screen before you. A chestnut coloured blanket draped across both of your laps, your body leaning into his and warm coco warming you both up from the walk you had both returned from. The stroll was short, neither of you having been prepared for the bone chilling breeze that had wracked you both. Now you had your head on his shoulder and his hand tracing absent-minded patterns into your thigh. Everything was perfect, so perfect and so content.The rest of the night had gone by slowly, the two of you ending up falling asleep together on the couch before you were both woken up by his phone. He said he needed to go and meet his brother since he was coming into town to meet him, and you parted with chaste kisses and words of admiration for one another. Promises to see each other tomorrow.
With that in mind, you woke with a spring in you step and a song in your heart. The month was starting to slow, the carols of December were swiftly approaching the month you had spent admiring the man you called your own, learning all the small things and quirks he had.
The warm cinnamon fragrance rose from the oven as you hummed softly to the classic rock station that played on your ipod. Your hair was thrown up in a messy bun, and your favourite pair of sweat pants hung off your hips, accompanied by a black tank top and a grey knit sweater. The oven chimed and you moved to pull the apple pie from the casket of warmth and set it up on the stove top, setting the oven mitts beside it on the counter. It was closing in on eight in the evening and you had received a text from Dean saying he would be over shortly. You didn't mind waiting up, especially when you knew he would be drooling once he arrived.
Almost as if on cue, there was a soft rapping at the front door and a smile graced your features in a matter of moments. The two of you were already so close and so comfortable around one another, there was no need to worry about changing or fixing your hair. Heading to the door you pulled it open to see his grinning face,
"Y/N, looking as beautiful as always." he beamed, that smile causing the butterflies to stir in the pit of your stomach like the did the first time you met him. A gentle blush tinted the tops of your cheeks as you rolled you eyes, a laugh coming in response,
"Shut up Dean. Get you're beautiful butt in here and keep warm." you scolded, a playfulness in your tone. A chuckle was the response you got as he stepped inside, his hands resting on your hips as he placed a sweet kiss to your lips,
"And here I was thinking you liked my personality." he teased, earning him a roll of your eyes as you shook you head. Shuffling past him as he removed his shoes you shut the door and looked back at him in time for his eyes of hunger to land on you, "Y/N, tell me, do I smell what I think I smell?" Your eyes widened and you shook your head,
"Don't even think about it! It just came out of the oven!" you warned. However this fell on deaf ears, as that troublesome grin spread across his face telling you everything you needed to know. And just like that you hand grabbed thin air where his arm had been moments before and you grumbled and made quick to catch your footing before you took after the tall man slipping into the kitchen, following a nose that always knew where the pie was.
Despite the mischief in the air, you couldn't but smile at the sound of his laughter that rang through your house as you followed him. He stood there, his eyes nearly sparkling as they found the pie, the search for cutlery was now on and you knew you needed to stop him. That was supposed to be later, not to mention the fool was going to burn his mouth otherwise.
"Dean, don't you dare!" you warned as you grabbed his arm and managed to pull him away from the counter. He let you move him and it as clear that was the case. He was a strong man that could easily overpower you, but he moved with ease and turned to face you a grin on his lips, his hands coming to your hips to pull you in closer.
"What will you do to stop me, Y/N?" he challenged, a playful glint in his eyes as your eyes met. A smile grew wider on your face at his challenge, knowing full what you both knew this song and dance. Not to mention, he always knew how to rile you up. Shaking you head you muttered out how he was going to be the death of you before wrapping your arms around his neck,
"I'll just have to distract you from eating it." you chuckled, your lips dancing along his as you spoke.
"Guess I'll just have to eat something else then, won't I?" he teased, his voice lowering as he let the promise hang in the air between the two of you. With that your lips met, stopping off soft and sweet. However the grip on your hips started to tighten and his lips pressed harder against your own, and you could feel the butterflies again. The man sent waves of adrenaline through you, making it impossible to just stay calm or to just relax; he always had you on the edge, no matter what you were doing. Letting your lips part, you rested your foreheads against one another, admiring the lust that was distorting those beautiful green eyes,
"Why don't we take this somewhere else?" you suggested, your words falling from your lips in a quiet breath. Grinning he nodded and swept you off your feet, heading straight to your room to continue where you had cut off.
Wrapped up in one another's arms you couldn't feel anything but the warmth in your chest as Dean pulled you closer, the blanket draped over both of you lazily, resting your head on his chest. It was so serene, heating the beating of his own heart in his chest. A little light form his phone illuminated the room from his jean pockets that were on the floor - but neither of you moved, too comfortable and warm in each other's embrace.
"I'm so glad I met you dean, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?" you muttered softly into his chest, his response was a warm chuckle and his lips kissing the top of your head.
"What did I do to deserve you, Y/N?" he muttered softly, sleep reaching the edges of his voice before he continued, "now get some rest" he said softly, something unreadable starting to make it's way into his voice as well. However you were too tired to respond, just giving him a warm hum in response as your eyes started to flutter shut.
Sleep came and went just like that. A dreamless sleep leaving you drowsy as your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the warm light that was filtering in from the thin beige curtains that guarded your bedroom window. Groaning you sat up, holding the blanket up to guard your modesty as you looked around, noticing Dean hadn't spent the night. You were disappointed, however you were sure he had his reasons for doing so - he always had a reason for doing what he did, always.
Sliding out of the bed you grabbed the sweater you had been wearing the other night and quickly threw on some underwear and stood up, stretching before you ruffled your own hair and looked around, noticing a small note left on the side of the bed that dean had been sleeping. Heading over with sleep filled eyes you picked it up and unfolded it.
"Y/N. Thank you for everything these past few weeks, you have no idea how much it meant for me to live such an apple pie life with you. I have to go, and I won't be back. I'm sorry, but it's to keep you safe. Dean"
You were astonished as your eyes scanned the words. You read it once, twice, even a third time - wondering if maybe you were dreaming, this couldn't be real. It had taken him no time to wiggle into your life and make it all complete. Standing there a moment you were lost in a daze, trying to figure out if you were dreaming or not. Moving to find your phone from you bedside table, you turned it on quickly, scrolling to find his number and calling it. Lifting the device to your ear you waited for but a single ring before you were greeted with an automated voice telling you that his number had been disconnected.
Pulling your lip between your teeth you headed from your room, your steps retracing to the kitchen, trying to maybe text him, falling short when you got another automated message relaying the same information to you, only now in text. You could feel worry starting to bubble up in your chest, why was he gone? Was this a joke? Was he secretly a man on the run? The questions that would never be answered kept coming, one by one causing you to worry you lip, absentmindedly going through routine to grab a mug from the cupboard to prepare your morning coffee when you set the phone down on the counter, noticing another note. Only this time it was left beside the pie you had made the day previously, now missing a slice.
"I took a piece of pie, couldn't help myself - but it was by far the best pie I've ever had, nothing will rival it."
Looking over the little paper you felt yourself draw in a shaky breath that startled you. Your vision started to blur as the tears began to well. It was all to surreal, he couldn't really be gone. He had been there last night, holding you in his arms and treating you like you were the only thing that mattered in your life. Did it maybe have something to do with the brother he said was in town?
All you knew, was that the happiness you had been living for what felt like ages had been ripped from your grip, leaving a hollow feeling in your chest as the tears starting to rolling off your cheeks, one by one.
