[Fluff] {Anime} Uncle! Dante And Teen! Niece Reader Homecoming Part One (Old)
Dante has never been the type of person to like watching over children or teenagers for say, however, he couldn’t deny his young niece since she lost both of her parents. It’s hard to say what happened to her mother, but he found her on the steps of his workplace, taking care of her and raising her as his own. “[Name]! Are you ready to go?” He asked while standing at the bottom of the staircase, having his hands in his pants pockets, hearing footsteps from his niece from upstairs.
“Yes, I’m ready to go.” [Name] came out of her room with a [Favorite Color] dress with a [Second Favorite Color] sweater jacket covering the top of her dress, her silver [Hair Length] looked beautiful due to Lady’s handy work of doing hair. “Thank you, Lady.” The teenager looked at the black-haired female that was behind her, having a smile on her face. “It’s no problem [Nickname].” Lady returned the smile to the teen.
[Name] may be Vergil’s daughter but she sure doesn’t act like him as much, except when she’s playing pool where she becomes calm and collected. Dante took the role of a father figure since Vergil had perished at his hands, along with the fact that [Mother’s Name] was the only person that his brother ever loved, even if his brother was power-hungry and wanted to embrace his demon heritage to become stronger.
It’s unknown how [Mother’s Name] perished but Dante could only guess that she disappeared and couldn’t raise [Name] on her own or there are many other reasons why he’s stuck with his niece, however, he didn’t mind since his niece and a young child named Patty became friend. “You look lovely [Name], ready to hit the joint?” He couldn’t help to grin silly.
Both Dante and [Name] had been chosen to do a job at a school, someone came to the shop early to ask for help with a demon that’s been taking teenagers during homecoming at the said school. This allows Dante to take his niece out for her first hunt, even though Lady and Trish had scolded him for the idea due to [Name] being a seventeen-year-old girl, who doesn’t have experience with demon hunting.
Lady soon joined both Dante and [Name] downstairs, fixing the teenager’s jacket and dress a bit. “Be careful okay?” She asked while looking into [Name]’s [Eye Color] eyes, being the motherly person towards her. “I will Aunt Lady.” The seventeen replied to the older female before her with a smile, before turning her head towards her uncle. “I’m ready to go Uncle.” She couldn’t help but hide the excitement of being on her first demon-hunting job.
Morrison had brought in another customer into Devil May Cry, only earning the attention of bored Dante but being greeted by Patty who was playing pool with [Name] at the time. “What is it this time?” Dante asked as he leaned against his chair with his feet on top of his desk with the photo of his mother, plus a photo of [Name] when she was a child. “During homecoming or prom nights, female students will disappear with a strange boy.” The customer seems like a teacher at the school.
Soon Dante seemed to frown since homecoming and prom were for students that go to school, plus he wasn’t exactly a person for the job. “Sorry, but I never experienced school dances before, along with the fact that I’m too old for school now.” Dante shrugs his shoulders while leaning into his desk to grab a piece of pizza. “Dante, you can be the entrainment and for the student part.” Harrison looked over at [Name], which made her stiffen a bit.
Patty soon looked at her friend who became frozen in her place with her pool stick in her hands still, eyes nearly widening at the idea of being a student that’s going to homecoming for the very first time, or prom for that matter. “Well kiddo, this is your lucky chance to come with me to do demon hunting.” Dante looked over at his frozen niece with a small chuckle, this would be indeed her first time hunting demons.
“Do you mean it?” [Name] questioned her uncle with a clueless face as she blinked her eyes, thinking that she was daydreaming. “Of course, except there’s one problem…” Dante had forgotten about how Trish and Lady would react to the mission and deny it since it could be too dangerous for an inexperienced demon hunter just like [Name], however, the teenager was fitted for the job as a female student.
After the teacher had left with Morrison who had given them the date and time for the school’s homecoming, [Name] became unaware of the danger that the unknown demon disguised itself as a young male student to lure female students away from the safety of the school could do to her if she’s caught unguarded. Snapping out of her thoughts of the door opening due to the bell ringing, noticing both Lady and Trish had come back from their hunting trip.
Surprisingly the two demon hunters have gotten along just fine after their small brawl when they first met, even though Dante had just watched while the whole thing went down prefer. Trish had noticed something on Dante’s desk that looked like a piece of paper, except this was a ticket form. “Going somewhere?” She asked the male demon hunter. “Homecoming.” Dante didn’t exactly explain why or how he got a homecoming ticket.
[Name] soon fixed the [Favorite Color] flat shoes that Lady had given her to match her dress, who couldn’t blame the two demon hunters when their [Nickname] was going on a hunt that could be dangerous for her? “Here Dante, everything is packed in this case.” Trish had given a guitar case to Dante, which holds his sword and twin guns, along with a thin sword for [Name] in case there is a demon in the school.
“Thanks, Trish, we’ll be on our way now. Come on [Name], let’s go to a party.” Dante places a hand on his niece’s shoulder before heading out of the shop, waiting for the seventeen-year-old outside. “Goodbye, Aunt Trish, and Aunt Lady!” [Name] bows her head softly before running out to rejoin her uncle, both females had a plan to follow the two of them just in case something goes wrong.
Both Dante and [Name] made their way to the car that was parked in front of the shop, the older devil hunter walked over to the driver’s side, placing the case in the back as he got in the driver’s seat. Meanwhile, [Name] had gotten into the passenger side, only being careful with the dress that she and her two Aunts had gotten at a mall, while her shoes were comfortable; despite that Lady wanted to get her high heels that matched her dress.
“Let’s rock and roll,” Dante started the car up when his niece closed the door, hearing her let out a small chuckle as the vehicle started. Silence filled the air as the two headed for the high school, which made [Name] anxious has never been around people who were the same age as her. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be right with you.” Her uncle knew that his niece was anxious and he couldn’t blame her, this was her first time hunting a demon.
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Edit:
Hello! I noticed that I had put Harrison instead Morrison, at the time when I was typing this, I was tired... Plus this is a very old oneshot that I did and wanted to retype it to add more details... But for now, the old one will do until I have the new one finish.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): idk how award shows work lmao is that warning worthy?
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe never had trouble feigning polite smiles while at events like these. It is a welcome relief, though, when he meets you- and doesn’t have to fake those smiles.
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k
Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.
Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.
That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.
As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.
Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.
He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.
You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.
He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.
You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.
Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.
He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.
“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.
He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”
“Touché.”
Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.
He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.
You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.
Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.
You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.
Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.
He was captivated.
Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.
The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.
He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.
Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.
He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.
Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?
This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.
He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.
That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.
Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.
As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.
Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.
Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.
It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.
‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’
Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.
Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’
For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.
Then it happened.
An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.
Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.
The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️
Bucky had always kept his distance from people, especially after his return from H.Y.D.R.A, but the Avenger's personal assistant wormed her way into his heart without even trying.
The Meeting
You’d been working for Stark Industries for a few years now, full time in the scientific research department. The day you got promoted to The Avenger’s personal assistant was the same as any other, you arrived a few hours early as a force of habit, the project you were working on was much too exciting. That’s how you ran into the company's owner in the hallway at 4:30am, nearly spilling the coffees in your hand all over him.
When he reached out to put a steadying hand on your arm, you blanched. “Sorry about that, sir. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here.”
The billionaire cocked his head at you, gesturing to the two cups of coffee you were holding. “Both of those for you then?” You smiled sheepishly, extending an arm to him.
“One can be for you if all is forgiven?”
“Hm.” Was his reply, accepting the gift.
After that it started with small things, him asking you to grab him lunch whenever you went, bringing coffee in the morning. Then it was helping him organize for meetings in the absence of Pepper, and researching certain Avenger’s level material. This continued until eventually you vacated your spot on the scientific research level, Tony having moved you into an office on the floor that the Avengers use as a common area, and announcing to the group that you were now their researcher/assistant. Honestly, the pay was great and who were you to turn down a group of superheroes?
As expected, it took everyone a while to warm up to you. You could only guess how much PTSD was filling the rooms of the tower. Steve and Sam took to you first, the former frequently requesting help with his cell phone and certain kitchen products, the latter always asking for your advice on his talks with the veterans.
Nat and Clint came next, slowly asking you about objects involved in their missions or for dinner reservations. Bruce kept quiet, but was polite as ever. You even managed to get him to open up a few times about subjects that interested both of you.
There was one anomaly that you had yet to come into contact with, and that came in the form of James Barnes. You knew of the super soldier, Steve talked about him all the time, but you quite literally always managed to miss him. He was either on a mission or in another part of the tower whenever you were talking with the rest of the team.
Given it had been about two months know, you thought it was weird. But there was no reason for him to actively avoid you, right? You didn’t even know each other. Still, you couldn’t help but feel a bit awkward when you were getting ready for your first Avenger’s activity. It was family dinner as Sam affectionately dubbed it, and both him and Natasha had insisted that you come tonight. You’ve been spending a lot of time with them, it’s only right that you participated in the fun stuff too.
You were about to find out just how fun dinner with a bunch of enhanced was going to be. Trying not to act nervous, you rode the elevator up to the common floor, thanking F.R.I.D.A.Y for the help and heading toward the dining area. The whole group was gathered around the table, most laughing at some joke Clint said while Steve was just shaking his head. Nat was the first one to notice you, smiling and coming to guide you over. You smiled and returned the ‘hello’s’ of the group, handing Steve your coat after some demanding from his part.
“Thanks for inviting me, you guys. It smells amazing, is there anything I can help with?” You asked as a force of habit, you loved to cook and didn’t want to just show up and eat their food.
Bruce opened his mouth to protest but Sam interrupted with a smirk on his face. “You can totally head to the kitchen and see, he’s always willing to have a hand or two to help.”
Steve glanced sharply at him and you cocked your head. “Okay,” Agreeing, you turned on your heel and headed to the kitchen. You could’ve sworn that everyone had been seated at the table already, you just kind of assumed that Tony hired someone to cook the dinners.
Proven wrong by the strange back you faced when you walked into the kitchen, you paused for a minute before it clicked.
“James?” You said questioningly, stepping further into the room, wiping your sweating palms on your jeans.
He turned his head to look at you, setting the spatula he held to the side. “You must be Y/N, right?” He asked politely.
Holy hell, this man is an angel.
Trying your best not to get distracted by the very much super soldier, you nodded with a smile. “In the flesh. Sam mentioned you might want some help?”
He seemed to observe you for a moment before nodding assent. “Help would be awesome.”
The rest was history, or rather, the beginning of a story.
Bucky’s Bad Day
You never knew when to expect Bucky to get home from his mission. Ever since you two had found your own apartment a few months ago, you’d become accustomed to waiting up for way too long. He would always insist that you get some rest, but you always found yourself sitting on the couch in the living room, nervously waiting for him to come in the door.
You must’ve fallen asleep this time, because when the lock on the door rattled you sat up quickly on the couch, heart racing just a bit. He came in then, duffel bag slung over his shoulder and facial expression drew tight.
You pulled yourself off of the couch, walking over to the closed door that he had paused to lean against. He opened his eyes when you got close, frown deepening. “It’s 4am, doll. What’re you going up?”
You smiled, reaching to the bag on his shoulder and pulling it off, setting it to the side. “I fell asleep on the couch.” You looked him over for a moment, noticing the fading bruises on his cheek and the tight pull of his mouth. “Is everything okay?”
He waited a moment before responding, giving your arm a squeeze before dropping the embrace. “Everything’s fine, I’m going to go shower,” He pushed past you without another word.
You stood there for a moment, blinking away some confusion. He was never, ever this short with you. Even the one time you’d scratched his brand new Harley Davidson. Making a quick decision you quietly walked down the hall to the bathroom, pausing outside the door to hear the shower running and straining your ears for any other sounds. All it took was one sharp inhale from the man inside before you were pushing in, shutting the door behind you.
Bucky was standing at the sink, hands gripping the edges tightly and head hung. You walked up behind him and placed a hand on his bare back, he tensed for a second before giving into the touch, turning to gather you in his arms. You wrapped your own arms around his back, one hand reaching up to rest in his hair.
“What’s wrong, James?” You asked quietly. He had admitted to you once that in his more vulnerable moments, he enjoyed the use of his given name. It reminded him of his mom.
“Today was… difficult.” He managed to choke out, arms tightening around you.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He thought for a moment before shaking his head. “I just want to hold you.”
Your bad day
Today was the first time that you’d been knocked out, and the first time you’d been kidnapped, in that order. You had just been going on a coffee run for everyone, choosing to walk since it was only a few blocks away. You definitely didn’t expect to be ambushed on the street and dragged into an alley, the drink carrier left abandoned on the ground. When you finally did groan yourself awake, you had a pounding headache and no semblance of an idea as to where you could be. Wherever it was, cold and dark, you could hear the sound of a pipe dripping somewhere in the room. Panic started to set in fairly quickly, and you wiggled trying to figure out just how screwed you were. Your feet were unbound, but your wrists were shackled together and attached to what seemed like the wall behind you.
Pretty screwed, then.
You tried to keep your cool as a door opened, spilling a bit of light from whatever was beyond into the room. You squinted a bit, the light harsh in the darkness, and watched cautiously as two men approached you.
“das ist sie denn?” One of them said, looking at the other and then at you. You put on your best brave face, watching them interact.
“Yes, this is her.” The companions heavily accented voice said as he crouched down to your level. You tried to scoot back as he reached a hand out to you, but your back was already pressed against the damp wall. He grabbed ahold of your face, fingers squeezing at your jaw roughly. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with you.”
After the first few hours, you lost track of time. Partially because of the perpetual darkness and partially as your minds way of trying to preserve some of your sanity.
They didn’t rape you, or do any heinous torture, but for someone who didn’t even have basic self defense skills, being punched in the face over and over by large men certainly took a toll. You couldn’t lift your hands up enough to examine the damage, plus one of them had gotten a bit too rough with your arm, you could feel the odd angle it sat at. You knew you looked worse for the wear. Eyes mostly swollen shut, lips puffed and bleeding if the taste was anything to go by.
These men were effectively beating the shit out of you, and still hadn’t even monlogued why. What terrible villains.
It was during one of the sessions that the loud bangs erupted from the hallway. The man who had your good arm in his grasp dropped it, palming his pistol out of the holster and heading toward where you knew the door was.
It was the team, it had to be, but you almost didn’t have it in you to be relieved. The door was kicked in with a clang as it reverberated off the stone wall, and there stood your knight in shining armor. Though, he looked much more like a beast from hell in this moment. Bucky’s chest was heaving, blood soaked his metal arm, fists clenched at his sides. The goon raised his gun to shoot but Bucky was much more deadly and angry than the man anticipated. Before he could get a shot off, Bucky had wrapped his metal hand around the barrel of the gun, wrenching it from his grasp and knocking it violently against the mans head, sending him to the ground.
If you could talk without tearing your throat, you’d cheer.
Bucky’s eyes found you quickly, too many emotions splattered across his face while he rushed over to you. Dropping to his knees his hands seemed unsure of where to go, eyes and hands hovering over every bruise and break on your body. Finally settling for pulling the chains from the wall to make you mobile, he yanked at them and set you gently to the side. “Your arm is broken, I don’t want to risk pulling the cuffs apart and doing more damage. Can you tell me what hurts the most?”
He was gazing into your half shut eyes now, his own brimming with tears. You wanted to respond to him, but the fog in your head and lead in your throat made it impossible. You just gazed at him, feeling eternally grateful.
He furrowed his brows, bringing a hand up to gently brush against your hair. “You need to say something, Doll, or I’m going to start freaking out.”
You smiled as best you could, nostrils flaring at the pain in your cheeks. “Thank you for coming.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but he caught it.
He nodded, standing to pick you up off of the ground, arms wrapped gently around your body. “Always. I’m so sorry it was faster.”
You finally let yourself relax in his hold, leaning your head against his chest and closing your eyes.
Bucky and your good day
It took about six weeks for you to recover, considering you didn’t have the advantage of being enhanced or serum-ridden, and Bucky had turned into your personal assistant the whole time. You knew for a fact that he was actively turning down assignments despite your insistence that you’d be fine on your own for a few days. You had the rest of the team visiting you at random intervals, but Bucky only allowed them over for an hour or two at a time before shooing them out, insisting that you needed your rest.
The first day that the doctor deemed you completely healed, you had begged your boyfriend to go and do something with you. You felt great, and the cabin fever was definitely setting in. His sly smile was almost unnerving. “I have something planned for us tonight.”
With the only hint being to wear something comfortable, you dressed in jeans and a red blouse, tying your hair into a bun and heading into the living room to find Bucky. He stood behind the couch with his hands in his pockets. “Ready to go?”
You nodded, accepting his outstretched hand and following him out of the apartment. When you two arrived at the tower after a short walk, you pulled him to a stop. “I said I wanted to go somewhere, Buck. This doesn’t really count.”
He smiled back at you, pulling on your hand a bit. “C’mon, Doll. It’s a surprise.” You rolled your eyes and conceded, allowing him to pull you into the elevator. Your brows furrowed when it passed the common floor, going higher than you think you’d ever gone before.
“Where are we going?”
“The roof.” Was his simple answer. You blinked in confusion, but decided to just wait and see.
You were glad you did. The elevator opened onto the roof, and the sight almost brought tears to your eyes. There were candles everywhere, lining the view of the skyscrapers of New York. There was a picnic set near the edge, cushions and blankets littering the ground and a bonafide picnic basket set atop them. You looked at him in astonishment as he gave you a smile, leaning down to give you a chaste kiss before leading the way to the pile of pillows.
He sat and pulled you down next to him, reaching next to the basket and retrieving a bottle of wine. “This is beautiful, Buck.” You said, gazing out at the view.
He offered you a glass, eyes fixed on your face. “I’d have to argue that I have the better view, Y/N.”
You blushed a bit and rolled your eyes as you accepted the glass. “Does that line work on all of the ladies, Sergeant?”
He just continued to look at you, something indistinguishable in his eyes. “Only the ones I want to marry.”
You nearly spit out the drink you’d taken, setting your glass to the side and looking at him quizzically. “Is that another come on or are you serious?”
He adjusted his position, reaching over to take both of your hands in his. “It wasn’t quite the way I wanted to say it, but the intent is true. When I found you last month,” He paused looking away from you for a moment. “Before I found you last month, in the days I’d spent searching, I was absolutely ravenous. I felt like I had lost a part of myself, maybe even the most important part. I think I’ve known that I’ve wanted to marry you since the first day, but when you were taken is when I decided I couldn’t wait any longer.”
You could feel the tears building in your eyes. “Buck-”
“Hold on,” He said, releasing one of your hands and reaching into his jacket, producing a small velvet box. He popped it open and revealed a beautiful ring, and that’s when the tears really started flowing. “I bought this after our second date. What do you say, Y/N? Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Barnes?”
You didn’t hesitate to throw yourself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck and a wet laugh escaping your chest. “Yes, please.”
He set the ring aside and returned the embrace, burying his head in your shoulder.
Author's note: Here is another crossover between firefighter Y/N and Jay Halstead. Hope you enjoyed since I’m really proud lol. Personally I think this would be a great episode.
Requests for Jay are open again so send in your ideas! I’m thinking about putting out Christmas prompts since I’m feeling festive. Also, I’m quarantied :( went to test yesterday and I’m waiting for the results to kick in. I feel fine so I shouln’t worry but I still do yk? Anyhow, school is a b and I’m doing online atm (maybe high schools will switch to online completely until Christmas but who knows at this point).
It’s also exam weeks so that’s why I’ve been lacking time to get back to writing.
Now perpare for me to get on my knees for you at the end of this one shot. <3
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“Everyone get out of the station!” You exclaimed, barging through the train station with the rest of 51. Your loud voices and heavy gear alerted everyone enough to get them to move back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” A police officer questioned, throwing an accusing eyebrow your way.
Your lieutenant left you to the police officer’s mercy with a nod of his head. You sighed, turning to the man but still keeping a steady pace with the rest of your team. “There is a bomb threat, we need to evacuate the train station.”
“A bomb threat? I didn’t get a call,” He fought, looking around as if the bomb might be anywhere. Which was true.
“The intelligence is on their way, but I suggest you give us some room to do our job,” Matt joined his voice with you to explain. Although he quickly returned to shouting.
Soon enough, you saw two dark clothed figures march down the stairs towards you. Your boyfriend came striding down towards all of you, his blue eyes assassinating the surrounding situation.
Until they fell on you.
He looks good, you allowed yourself to think. Admiring his lean figure - the leather jacket covering his muscular arms and proud CPD badge at his hip - you watched as he stalked towards you. The old lady that was clutching to your side shakily suddenly became invisible to your eyes.
You weren’t surprised to see his jaw tick at the sight of you, which made you shake your head in annoyance. Helping the lady catch the arms of a fellow firefighter became your priority. You watched as she walked outside on unsteady legs.
“Y/LN, Casey.” Your chief grabbed your attention, “What’s the situation?”
“Still no sight of the bomb chief,” Matt said. “We’re trying to get out as many people as possible.”
“It’s rush hour Chief,” You breathed, glancing at Jay for a second before giving Wallace your full attention. “The next train will be here in 10 minutes. If this bomb has a timer then that’s exactly when it will go off. We need the bomb squad here now.”
“Understood. Voight?”
The sergeant looked at Jay who shook his head. “Stuck in traffic.”
You caught Matt muttering a violent curse under his breath, which only tempted you to do the same.
“Chief we need help!”
Severide’s shout brought you and Matt to your senses immediately. There was no time to think as you both ran towards him with your heavy gear on both your shoulders.
“Y/N stop!”
It was Jay who made you halt in your tracks to turn around. “What?”
He reached for your elbow, and with ease pulled you away. “Look I...”
You knew what was going on in his head. His protective nature over you often interferes with many things, including your job. But not today.
“I know you’re worried Jay, okay?” You reasoned, gloved hands grabbing his forearms in reassurance. “But this is my job. Trust me - I hate that we’re put in this situation but there’s nothing we can do except have each other's back.”
Jay let out a loose breath of fear before masking it under a facade of blankness. He waved his hand at the police officers, giving them a sign to follow him. “Be careful.”
You bobbed your head before planting a kiss to his cheek and running back to the scene.
The sight in front of you broke your heart.
A tiny boy with tears coloring his face sat at the bench with his foot dangling over the edge, connected to what looked like a time bomb. He was all alone - barely even 7 years old, with a bright yellow beanie covering his blonde curls. Rosy tear stained cheeks, and blue eyes filled with fear made you drop on your knees immediately.
Carefully, you approached him. The fear that brew inside was pushed aside and you plastered on a smile. “Hi buddy. My name’s Y/N. We’re here to help you”
You seized the ticking bomb and managed to decipher the numbers. Shaking your head, you ignored the buzzing of your anxious heart and grabbed your radio, dialing. “We have three minutes chief. No time to wait for the bomb squad. I have to do it.”
***
Jay looked at the police officers who surrounded him in an uneven half circle, and shook his head. He could see the men trembling, hands shaking and beads of sweat appearing at their foreheads.
“Alright listen up,” He boomed. “We need to evacuate immediately. Threaten with arrest, I don’t care. Just get the civilians out of here.”
They nodded in sync, each man letting out a different toned response before leaving him be to watch what was revealing a few yards away. Jay wouldn’t admit it, but he was shaking inside. His fingertips itched to grab your heavily clothed body and swing you over his shoulder in an attempt to keep you safe... No matter how chauvinistic that sounded.
But Jay Halstead had decided to date a strong woman. A dedicated feminist at that - a woman that refused to be manhandled unless it was to take her to bed when she desired.
Now he watched her - you - shout and shove around the train station, desperate to do what his job was too. Was he a bad man for not really caring if that man that just brushed his expensive suit against his shoulder came out of there safe? He only had eyes on you, so that’s why he spent moments watching you work around like a hawk.
And then you kneeled, and your colleagues stepped out of the way. Without his permission, his dark brows bunched together and his eyes narrowed at your stature. What are you doing?
His answer fell from the sky quickly - although not literally. Voight and Boden strode to his side to discuss the situation.
“There is no time to wait for the bomb squad,” Boden said roughly, his jaw clenching. “If that bomb isn’t deactivated within the next 3 minutes not only is that boy going to die...everyone on this block will.”
Voight knew what he meant by that. Thousands of casualties. Not only will Chicago lose millions of dollars worth of repair if the block blows up - as first responders what came to their minds were the civilians. How many of them will die or be injured because of a simple mistake of following protocol and waiting? They had a firefighter there, on the scene, ready to disable the bomb and save them.
Only that firefighter was you. And that made their decision ten times harder to make.
But Boden was sure in you, and so was Voight. “Okay. Do what you gotta do.”
Wallace nodded, griping his radio. “Y/N. Go for it.”
Y/N? Jay couldn’t believe his ears. It completely slipped his mind that you had been trained for this. At that moment, his body and mind said no. He forgot all about equality you have been trying to tattoo into his mind. You were you at that moment. A simple girl he fell in love with and wanted to protect.
“What the hell Sarge?!”
***
“Okay,” You sighed enthusiastically, hoping to divert the boy’s attention to your relaxed posture. “I need you to be really still for me. Can you do that?”
The boy could barely nod as Sylvie held his head still in the cervical collar.
“What’s your name?” Sylvie asked him, ignoring the fact that two minutes were left on the clock. You went straight to work the moment his attention was diverted and his leg was no longer shaking.
Swiftly, you grasped the leg of his pants and pulled it up, revealing the leather that was sunk in his flesh. You winced, “His leg circulation is bad.”
“Just focus on the bomb,” She reassured you quietly.
You grabbed the equipment and started to work on disabling it. Each step was more difficult than the other. You felt yourself tremble as the end seemed to never come any closer to you no matter how much you reached for it. “Go.”
“What? We’re not leaving you.“ It was Severide who spoke, only a meter or two away from you. Shaking your head at another trap within the system you decided that you needed all the help you could get.
1 minute.
“Jay?” You murmured against the radio - Jay’s reply was instant.
“Y/N you can do this,” his voice was raspier through the line, more prominent and harsh. Nevertheless, his words soothed you.
“I need help,” you told him. “You said this man is crazy right? Well I think there’s a story here. These wires mean something. Blue, white, yellow.”
You weren’t allowed to go for it... not when so many lives were at risk. This man was smart, that much you knew. There has to be a meaning behind the colors.
Jay could help you more than anyone. You knew it. He knew it too.
Blue, white, yellow.
***
“Blue, white, yellow.” He mumbled, not allowing himself to look at his watch. You didn’t have much time, he knew it - Jay just didn’t want a definite reminder of it.
He rocked his brain for explanations. For a clue within this case. Something.
30 seconds.
“Everyone evacuate now!” Boden shouted into his radio. Jay shut it out. His voice didn’t matter. Only you did.
Like an eagle, he searched for you and found you: crouched in front of the yellow capped boy, acting like his anchor he could hold onto. He couldn’t see how shaky you were from afar, he could only hope you were okay.
10 seconds.
“Jay!”
Yellow.
“This kid was his last target. He looks for the details,“ He explained to you. “Yellow.”
***
Like his beanie. You casted a stray glance at the boy, flashing him a tight lipped smile. The puffy beanie that was supposed to protect him from the cold just became the thing that saved his life. And the poor boy didn’t even know it.
3...
This is it.
2...
You didn’t think, only did what Jay told you. You cut through the yellow wire and stop the ticking destruction at the last second.
No sound is heard.
No man moves.
Only rigid breathing of your own manages to make its way inside your ears.
And then the boy starts to wail. His cries turn into what look like never ending sobs. You were glad he’s crying, and not in a bad way. The sound he started to make was a clear indicator of your survival. The bomb didn’t go off. You were safe. You never felt more alive.
Your friends swiped you in their arms immidiately. Every firefighter gave you a congratulation you never thought you would recieve. You just disabeled a bomb.
And it looked like you were the only one shocked.
Still shaking, your eyes searched for the man that helped you.
But Jay was already there, and by the time you turned around to search for him he had his fingertips around you. With a clean tug he pushed you against his chest and hugged you. His breathing was just as harsh as your own, but inside - he never felt prouder.
“You had my back,” you mumbled. Jay pulled a moment later, his blue eyes gazing down at you before he laughed. Laughed. “You were amazing baby.”
“You really think so?”
“I do. Now let’s get you out of here.” He smiled, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you towards the exit. You were cheered after of course, it made your heart swell with pride.
On your way outside you saw the bomb squad, standing in lines next to their equipment. “Nice work guys.” Jay said sarcastically.
The two of you made your way to the shaky boy to make sure he was alright. People were gathered outisde, now that the threat was removed. Each and every one of them had their eyes glazed with tears of relief.
Their homes were safe. Their families were too.
Boden gave you the rest of the day off, and Jay was the one to drive you home.
“Let’s hope our work doesn’t clash like that ever again.”
“I agree,” Jay said quietly and pressed his lips safely against yours.
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Summary: Dean struggles with the aftermath of a difficult event in his life involving reader. (It’s super vague I know, but if I literally explain anything, it’s all spoilers. I swear it’s good)
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Cas, OC!Leu, mentions of Ellen and Jo
Word Count: 5,300
Warnings: Angst up the wazoo, mild description of wounds, also some of the warnings are spoilers so I’m putting them in the tags lol
Author’s Note: Here’s this fic that I wrote a few weeks ago. I haven’t had a chance to post it till now. I was inspired after watching a youtuber play a game based on this concept. If anyone’s curious about the theme I was going for, let me know. I’m very glad to explain. I hope you guys like it, I haven’t written Dean in years lol. I apologize in advance if it’s bad, I’m not good at angst.
Death was inevitable. Dean knew that, Sam knew that, even Cas knew that but given the type of life they lived, they didn’t know when it was going to be permanent or if it was just a never ending cycle of lost heartbeats and gasps for air. Sometimes death was permanent and there was nothing they could do about it, watching countless friends and family pass away right under their noses. Sam and Dean somehow always found a way to cheat death though. Come back and walk the earth as if they hadn’t just been lifeless moments ago. Deal after deal after deal trying to protect each other from what was the inevitable end for the brothers. It wasn’t until you had just danced your way into their lives that they started to value life for what it was without trying to die. You traveled with the brothers for years, keeping them company in the back of the impala, cracking horrible joke after joke, offering your candy to a grumpy dean, or just sleeping the previous hunt away. To the outside world, it probably would’ve been weird just how comfortable the three of you became in a short amount of time but you just understood each other. The brothers had already lived a long and hard life before you came into the picture. They took their necessary precautions when it came to you but in a few short months, you had become one of their own.
Living a life with the Winchesters was tough and sometimes downright impossible but you proved loyal to them every moment you could, sticking by through their hardest moments. Dean became attached not only to your beautiful face and appealing form but to your kind soul, your caring nature, your inability to give up. If he was to be completely honest, he fell in love with you the moment he first met you but he’d never admit it. He’ll never admit how much your smile can brighten his days instantly, how your laugh is his favorite song over Zeppelin and Jovi, how every moment with you is his favorite. He always had it bad for you since the moment you joined his misshapen crew. Dean could never understand how lucky he got that you even glanced in his direction, let alone fall in love with him too. He was terrified at first. He knew he had destructive habits, moments of lost clarity where he wasn’t himself truly. Having traveled with Dean for years before finding the bunker, you understood this, understood him. You were patient, loving, and Dean would never say it, but in a way you were his salvation. You showed him how to love himself first and how to better improve for himself and not only did he grow and achieve that, he learned how to truly love you.
“Dean. Dean? Hey!” Dean snapped out of his thoughts of you to look up at Sam as he waved his hands in front of Dean trying to get his attention. Dean looked at Sam emotionless as Sam sighed, flipping his computer around to show Dean some camera footage. “There was a sighting of a man and a woman in New Mexico and caught police attention. Here they are passing through a gas station.” Dean clenched his jaw as he watched the tape play, the man they had been tracking for weeks walking across the aisle, motioning towards the girl to grab food for herself. The girl looked timid, almost broken as she grabbed a few bags of snacks, and water. Even though the tape was grainy and just a bit laggy, he could see the shake in her hands, the tremble in her body, the way her eyes looked everywhere in desperation almost as if she was waiting for someone to save her. The girl looked up at the camera, her eyes wide and teary, one eye clearly bruised up, cheek swollen, lips parted from what only looked like constant abuse. Dean felt the anger boiling inside of him as he pushed the laptop back at Sam, a bit more forcefully than he meant. Sam only let out a quiet click of his tongue as he took his laptop back, scrolling through a few more camera feeds.
“When?”
“Two weeks ago.” Dean grabbed the whiskey bottle as he filled his cup back up, throwing the glass back, the amber liquid burning his throat. Dean let out a quiet hiss before moving to refill his glass once more.
“Dean, how much have you drank?”
“Does it matter?”
“You know she wouldn-”
“Dammit Sammy, she’s not here is she?! She’s not here to tell me I shouldn’t.” Dean growled out loudly as he stood, chest puffed out as his breathing became more ragged and hard with every breath he took. Sam said nothing as he stared his brother down, trying to get his thoughts together. Dean was tense and if Sam pushed him, he’d probably break and take it out on him and that last thing they needed was to waste time they could be using to find you.
“We’ll get her back, Dean. I know it’s only a matter of time but she’ll be home soon.” Dean only shook his head as he grabbed the whiskey bottle, leaving his cup on the table as he made his way towards his room which really was his and yours. Dean walked in, looking around, almost as if he was searching for you from instinct, searching for any movement, smell, any indication that you were in the room, hiding from him like you always did. He clenched his jaw, knowing you weren’t there and he felt the tension building in his bones again at the reality of the situation as he took a large sip from the bottle, trying to drown everything with the golden liquid. He wanted to drown his memories of you, thoughts of you, the smell of you, and forget. Forget you’re gone, out of his reach, forget that he didn’t protect you like he promised and had failed you.
A month had passed since you disappeared. Dean couldn’t find you and after a week of no contact, he grew increasingly worried. It wasn’t like you to leave without a notice, without a call, or a note, or even a text. Saying that Dean was losing his mind was the understatement of the year. No one had heard from you and not even Cas could tune into your location. Dean denied it. He denied any idea that you had abandoned him, that you were fed up with your life with the Winchesters. He denied the thought that you didn’t love him anymore. Sam reassured him constantly that there was no way you had left him, that you were just as love sick as Dean.
Another week passed and nothing. That was until Sam found something, or in this case, he was sent something. A video. Dean threw up after the first few minutes of watching the video and he couldn’t stomach watching the rest, leaving Sam to have to watch it, searching for any clues that could aid the brothers. The video was of you, bound and bloody, screaming into a mouth gag as the hooded man carved into your skin, making you sing songs that Dean would gladly never, ever listen to again. You looked like you had gone through hell and back. The man laughed in the video as he finally showed his face. “Hello Deaaanie! You’re probably wondering who I am. You can call me Leu.” The man chuckled as he moved closer to your exhausted form, wincing as he grabbed your chin hard, making you face the camera. “Say hello to your dear husband sweetie.”
Your tired eyes fluttered for a few seconds before focusing on the camera. Your lips parted slightly as you took a deep breath. Your throat was sore, like you had swallowed knives from all the screaming. “Dean, baby, don’t.” That’s all that you managed to say before the man slapped you hard, knowing the few specs of oxygen out of your lungs, leaving you almost breathless as you tried to breathe.
“Well that was lame, I was expecting something more heartfelt. Oh well. Come and find me Dean.” The video went dark after that, Dean’s solemn and terrified face staring back at him. He grimaced and looked away, feeling the shame building inside of him more and more as the seconds passed by. He should’ve protected you better, should’ve been a better partner to you. Your blunt statement started ringing in his ears as he remembered what you said. Don’t. He knew exactly what you were talking about but he couldn’t bring himself to listen to you. How could you tell him not to when he had to and would. Sam had begun to do everything he could, tracing the video, searching for the mystery man in all of the databases, and unfortunately, re-watching the video for anything he missed, anything that could tip him off about your location.
Dean laid on his bed as he stared at the bottle of whiskey, his anger boiling inside of him, his inability of being able to find you, adding gasoline to the fire burning inside of him. Sam had found a lead though and it seemed promising. He was about to take another sip but the loud call of his name had him running down the bunker, towards the main room where Sam was typing away furiously into his computer. “Dean, look at this.” Sam was about to show him another video feed before the video was interrupted, the skype window filling the whole screen, someone trying to call them. The name showed ‘Unknown Caller’. Sam sighed as he pointed towards the screen. “This is the third time this person calls.”
Dean grunted and clicked on the answer button ready to tell whoever was on the other end to go screw themselves but before the video loaded, there was a soft moan from a woman, one in pain, one Dean recognized all too well. The video loaded in and Dean was face to face with your broken body and the so-called Leu beside you. He had a large grin as he moved closer to the camera. “Finally! I really thought you were ignoring me for a second. Wouldn’t want to make our dear Y/n worry.”
“Son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!” Dean roared out, almost tempted to punch the computer screen but Sam was very ready to contain his brother.
“Now now Deano, don’t be so rude. We have a guest.” Leu walked closer to you, poking you with the knife in his hand. You stirred slowly, groaning as he touched another wound on your skin. You looked thinner, you clearly lost a lot of weight and that really worried Dean. “Don’t you dare touch her.”
“A little late for that remark. I really think I’ve created a masterpiece. So many different hues of blue and purple but my favorite is red.” Leu began to drag his hand across your arm, pulling grunts of pain from you before chuckling quietly as he walked back towards the camera.
“What do you want?” Sam chimed up when he realized all of Dean’s focus was on you, watching as you struggled to breathe and move. Your bones ached with every movement and there was a point where you just stopped moving, the uncomfortable position better than the burning of your skin.
“I want you to suffer.” Leu smiled wide as he turned and motioned to you. “It’s pretty easy really. The cycle of life, if you’d like to give it an official name. ”
‘You will pay for this. You will suffer as much as she has and worse.”
Leu let out a full belly laugh as he looked at the camera, wiping away fake tears. “Oh wow I’m definitely trembling in fear.” Both the brothers stared at Leu. If looks could kill, Leu would’ve been assassinated gruesomely. “ You can’t hurt me but I can hurt you. Enjoy this moment because after this, you will never see her again.” Just before the camera cut out, Leu blinked his eyes portraying the black eyes that constantly mocked the brother their whole lives. Demon.
Dean felt his jaw clench and as he opened his mouth to speak, say anything, the call ended. The screen was blank and that was the last time he ever saw you just as Leu promised and that drove Dean just a bit closer to insanity. Dean didn’t waste a single second before moving back to his room and hastily packing his bag, shaving any clothes he could get his hands on in it. He grabbed his weapons and anything else he needed before moving back towards the main room where a confused Sam sat, typing away at his computer. He looked up as Dean dropped his bag on the floor, moving towards the bookshelf looking for something he also needed.
“Dean, don’t.”
“You can’t stop me Sammy.”
“She wouldn’t want this, you know that.”
“I’m leaving.” Finding what he needed, Dean grabbed his duffle bag from the floor before he hastily made his way to the garage. Sam knew better than to try to even reason with Dean. When it came to you, he would move heaven and hell a million times over to get to you. As Dean entered the garage, he threw his bag in the back of the impala, before slipping into the driver’s side, speeding out of the Bunker, a man on a mission. He knew the way to the crossroads like the back of his hand. He had done this countless times, he knew the drills. Crowley was no longer an option and he had to resort to old ways. Pulling up to the location, he moved on autopilot. He opened the trunk and pulled out a tin can, already prepared. Dean double checked it before making his way towards the middle. He set the trap in place before he dug the hole, burying the box.
“You know, we had a bet going to see how long I’d take for you to appear here.” Dean turned to face the Demon. Dean’s expression never faltered, if anything it became more menacing. The demon smirked as it watched Dean, walking around in the circle as she sighed, clearly already bored.
“Then you know why I’m here.”
“Yes… I do.” The demon moved closer to Dean, almost taunting him as her eyes flashed black. She chuckled quietly before clicking her tongue. “Unfortunately for you Winchester, I can’t make the deal.”
“Then get me someone who can.”
“That’s the thing pretty boy, we can’t.” Dean felt his lip curl in anger as he tried to stay composed but it was getting harder with every second that passed that he wasn’t getting what he needed.
“I don’t want time, trade me for her.”
“I’m sorry Dean but no can do.” The demon was clearly amused and not an ounce of sympathy was in her actions. Dean licked his lips as he nodded his understanding. He rubbed his chin with his thumb before quickly turning and stabbing the demon straight in the gut. The demon flashed as it died on Dean’s blade but Dean showed no emotion. It didn’t matter how long it took, he would find someone who could give exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was you, safe at home.
Demon kill after demon kill, Dean was relentless. Weeks and weeks of capturing and torturing any demon he could get his hands on. Then, they stopped appearing completely. The demons stopped appearing and Dean was losing his mind. He never had felt so out of loss of control as he did in that moment. He was sitting in his motel, staring at a photo he had of you and him. You were sitting at the bar table with Dean at your left side and Sam on your other. You all had chosen to stop at Ellen's for the night. Sam had gotten up to go to the restroom and left you and Dean at the bar. Dean thought it would be smart to say something funny and you were laughing hard as Dean watched you with a huge smile himself. Jo was working the bar and thought it was a cute sight and snapped a quick photo with her phone. Looking at the photo now, Dean realized this was when he really started falling in love with you. It was super obvious in the way he was smiling in the photo, watching you as you laughed your worries away. Dean ran his fingers across the creases the photo had from the wear and tear of being in his wallet. That moment felt like it was a lifetime ago when it really only was a few years old.
Dean took a deep breath as he gingerly put the photo back into his wallet before tossing it on his bed. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey he had bought earlier, popping the lid, and taking a big swig of it. The amber liquid burned his throat but he didn't care. He welcomed the pain. He welcomed any distraction from his reality. Dean was no stranger to depression and feelings of inadequacy but this was a whole new level of low. Everything he promised he would and wouldn't do, he had done and that wasn't his biggest failure. His biggest failure was keeping you to himself when he knew you were worth more than someone like him and here you were, paying the consequences for his inability to admit that to himself. Dean felt the anger slowly dissipating, being replaced with the sorrow your absence created. He never wanted to know what life was like without you and now he did. He hated it.
Dean never stopped looking for you. The days passed and he kept looking, pouring himself into his work, but each day, it was harder and harder for him. He'd drink his pain away, resort to the devil's liquid to get through his days. He became an empty shell of himself. Sam stopped calling after a few months of Dean ignoring his calls. Dean knew his brother deserved better too. It wasn't just losing you that affected him, it was losing his best friend, his hunting partner, his wife. Till death do you part. The few days he was conscious, those words rang through his head. Were you even alive? Had you escaped and just not come back? Was your body at the bottom of a lake? In a ditch? He didn't know and that's what sent him down his dark path.
After a year passed, his depression got worse but he knew he had to return home. He wasn't Dean anymore and he didn't think he would be again. He felt numb at best. Walking back into the bunker by himself, was a new slap to his face. This was it. He had to accept that you were gone and you weren't coming back. Sam heard the door and made his way to the stairs, staring at what was left of Dean. Dean was thinner, he had new scars, he looked like he hadn't slept in months, and his eyes were just different. "Hey Sammy."
Dean would like to say it happened quick, that he was okay within a year, but that would be a lie. It took him years before he could even say your name again. Sam had finished making dinner and they sat in the library in comfortable silence as they ate before Dean pulled out his wallet, pulling out the photo of the two of you, dropping it between the two on the table. Sam looked at the photo with furrowed brows before looking up at Dean silently asking about it. Dean cleared his throat as he tried to organize his thoughts but in reality, he didn't want to. He was tired. He just wanted to talk.
"Remember when we stopped at Ellen's? Y/n was just whining and whining about how much she missed her and Jo? She drove us crazy that whole drive?" Dean chuckled quietly as Sam nodded.
"She said she wouldn't be your friend anymore if we didn't stop there."
"I couldn't believe she had even said that. Thought I was having a nightmare."
"I mean, we both know she was just fibbing. Had she pushed just a bit more, you would've caved anyways."
"Yeah, she did have me wrapped around her finger, didn't she?"
Sam scoffed and smiled as he stared at the photo. "Since the first day we met her." Sam felt his smile falter a bit as he nodded towards the photo, his eyes flicking up to watch Dean, being careful with how he approached his next question. "Do you miss her?"
Dean felt his eyes water. He wasn't one to cry but when it came to you, the tears always flowed freely. "Always. Every day. I don't think I ever stop missing her."
"You haven't said her name since the day you came back."
"I know. I think I'm ready."
"To talk about her?"
"To let her go." Sam didn't need to ask what Dean meant. He knew exactly what it meant. Sam nodded his understanding before motioning for Dean to finish eating.
By the end of the day, both boys had organized everything they needed, standing in front of the Hunter's funeral they had created. They didn't have a body to burn but had replaced it with all of your favorite things, everything that made you you. There was a plate with your favorite food, your favorite shirt, and little things you loved to collect. Dean stared at it all. This was it. Sam waited for Dean to ask him to stop. When the minutes passed and he said nothing, he threw the lighter onto the wood, watching as it all engulfed in flames. Dean accepted your death and hoped that you were in heaven, enjoying yourself. You deserved it.
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy?"
"Wake up." Dean furrowed his brows as he looked over at Sam.
"What?"
"Dean, wake up!"
Dean jolted awake, pulling the gun out from under his pillow, aiming it at Sam's head as Sam jumped back with his hands in the air. "Woah woah!"
Dean groaned out as he put the gun down, sighing as he rubbed at his eyes. "What's going on Sam?"
Sam sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck, hating what he had to do. "Dean, come on. It's today." Dean felt the blood run cold inside of him as he looked up at Sam, feeling the anger raise in his blood.
"Is Y/n ready?" Sam swallowed thickly before nodding his head. He felt his throat closing up before clearing it.
"Yeah." Sam didn't want to talk more as he made his way out of Dean's room. Dean let his head fall back into his pillow as he stared at the ceiling. What a fucking nightmare he just had. He looked over at the picture frame he had on the small bedside table. He picked it up and stared at the photo before taking a deep breath.
"When I come back, I'll tell you all about the nightmare I had. You won't believe it. It felt so real." Dean kissed the frame softly before putting it back on the table. He got up and made his way to the closet, pulling out his fed suit. He remembered clearly that you had asked him to wear his best suit, he had to dress up fancy. You wouldn't accept anything less. He chuckled as he could hear your words echoing in his head. "You better look good Winchester or else you'll feel my wrath. I won't even make you pie for a whole month."
This feeling in Dean's chest was heavy, it felt like he had swallowed bricks and they were sitting in his lungs, ready to suffocate him. He grabbed a red tie you had bought him just for this. You had to match, you told him when you gave it to him. He stood in front of the mirror, going through the motions he knew all too well. Once he was done, he walked over to his dresser, slipping on his wedding band, smiling at the relief the known weight brought to him. Once he was ready he made his way outside where Sam, Cas, and you were waiting for him. He felt the breath in his lungs be knocked out of him as his eyes fell on you. You were wearing a beautiful red dress, your favorite dress. Your hair was curled and you weren't wearing any makeup, your natural beauty shining through. Dean swallowed thickly as he kept his eyes on you, committing the memory to sight.
Sam nodded his head to Dean before looking over at you, feeling the swell of emotions bursting in his chest. The weight of the lighter heavy in his palm. He took a deep breath and threw it, watching as you burst into flames from the moment it made contact with your skin. The three boys stood watch as you slowly burned away, moving on to heaven where you wouldn't suffer anymore. "Goodbye baby." Dean murmured as he watched the flames slowly die out. The sky trembled and within minutes, the rain poured onto the men but they didn't care.
"I'm sorry Dean."
"It's not your fault Cas."
"I should've done better.”
"It's what she wanted Cas." Cas took a deep breath before turning back to the burned embers of where you used to be, of what's left of you.
"She deserved better than this."
"That's the funny thing about life isn't it?"
. . . . . . .
"What's your name Sweetheart?"
You chuckled as you pulled your knife out of the monster you had just killed. "Wouldn't you like to know sweet cheeks?" Dean chuckled as he licked his lips. Sam joined the both of you as you all made sure there were no more threats. "But if you really long for this information, I'll indulge you. It's Y/n."
. . . . . . .
"Dean?"
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"This isn't a one time thing right?" Dean frowned as he looked down at you as you laid on his bare chest. The fact that you even had to ask him hurt his heart. He knew in that moment he wanted nothing more than for you to wake up everyday in his arms.
"Of course not. It never was." Dean kissed your head gently and you hummed your appreciation, slowly succumbing to sleep in his hold.
. . . . . . .
"Dean we need to talk."
"You can't break up with me. We're already married." You let out a choked laugh as you tried to think of the best way to tell him.
"I need you to be serious with me for a second." Dean felt cold. Whenever you said something like this to him, it was never good news. He didn't say anything and you took a deep breath, unknowingly speaking what would be your demise. "The doctor called me today."
"And?"
"I tested positive."
. . . . . . .
"So when do you start losing your hair?" You chuckled quietly as Cas grabbed your hair, looking at it like it would attack him.
"When I start treatment. Doc said it would be aggressive." Dean sighed as he held your hand and you looked at him with a soft smile.
"There's still time."
"No Dean besides, I'm okay with it. I'm not scared to die."
"But I'm scared to lose you."
"I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere." As much as Dean would've loved to push you, he knew he needed to support any decision you made. He owed you that much as much as he hated it.
. . . . . . .
"We should name it."
"Name what?"
"My sickness duh." Dean looked at you like you grew a second head and you laughed. "Don't look at me like that?"
"Why do you want to name it?" Sam was also looking at you the way Dean was and you rolled your eyes, poking at your food with your fork. As the time passed, it was getting harder and harder for you to eat but Dean pushed you, trying to get you to eat anything.
"To make it normal. For me."
Dean took a deep breath as he watched you poke your food before licking his lips. "Alright, I'll bite. What do you want to name it?"
"Well I don't want to name it something outrageous. I was thinking about Leu. "
"Leu?"
"Short for Leukemia. I thought it was clever."
Dean smiled slightly as he nodded. "Very clever."
. . . . . . .
"Dean?"
"Yeah sweetheart?"
"Promise me that if you see a girl in a bar and she's hot you'll go for it."
"Now's not the time for jokes." You coughed quietly as you tried your best to scowl at him.
"I'm not joking. I'm serious. I want you to have a life after me, after all of this."
"There's nothing after you."
"Don't be such a romantic and promise me you'll live your life when I'm gone."
Dean sighed and remembered his promise to support what you wanted. "I'll try."
"Good. You need some friends." Dean laughed as he moved to get comfortable. Sitting next to the bed where you lay, surrounded by tubes and wires wasn't the best place for comfort but he didn't care. Before he could respond, your nurse came in to check on you for the night.
. . . . . . .
The day you passed away, Dean was in shock, numb to the world. He never thought it would happen. A whirlwind of doctors running into the room, pushing him out so they could try to revive you, except they couldn't. You signed a DNR. Dean was left with himself, having to watch as you took your last breath. The loud dinging of your heart monitor making him feel like he'd lost his hearing, forever cursed to hear that sound. He didn't sleep that night. He couldn't. Returning to an empty bed, a bed you belonged in, was the icing on top of the shit cake he was handed. He broke a lot of furniture that night.
. . . . . . .
"Yeah, I guess it is." Dean felt his lungs cut off his air as flashes of memories of you played throughout his head. Sam patted Dean on his shoulder, relaying his silent support. Dean nodded towards him in thanks. The sound of Sam's boots crunching in the dirt sounded behind Dean as Cas moved to stand next to Dean.
"Did you dress her?"
"Sam couldn't and asked me to. She picked a nice wig. It’s really close to her natural hair."
"Thanks Cas, really."
Cas stayed quiet as he looked at the burnt spot on the floor. He didn't want to leave his friend alone, not during his weakest moments. He knew Sam left because he didn't want to cry with Dean around, it wasn't about him, it was about Dean. Cas smiled slightly as he thought of you. "You can go inside Cas."
Cas nodded as he pat Dean in the back. "I'll be inside."
Dean stared at the floor, the rain completely drenching him. His hair was matted to his head and a slight breeze made his teeth chatter but he couldn't move. He had to stay around just a bit more. His eyes were glued to the ash on the floor. He took a deep breath as his fingers fumbled with his wedding band, trying to figure out what to say. “I know I said I’d tell you about my nightmare later but I think now is a good time. You’ll probably laugh but it started with me and Sammy..”
This is not what was supposed to happen, you tried to calm your breathing as you crouched behind the wall, hoping that Washington would get to you before the Meta did. You were one of the last freelancers with an AI, and you planned to keep it that way. But you were definitely no match for the Meta.
You had came here with Washington, hoping to hide out and be safe, of course the Meta showed up and split you two apart. You weren’t afraid to die, no, you didn’t want him getting a hold of your AI, god knows what would happen. You decided it was time to get up and find Washington.
You kept your head low as you maneuvered around the walls, trying your best not to make much noise. You made your way to the end of the hallway and turned around the corner, bumping straight into someone. You jumped back and brought your fists up. “Whoa! Whoa, its me (Agent Name),” Washington reached forward and grabbed a hold of your fist and squeezed reassuringly. You let out a sob and engulfed him into a tight hug.
“Oh god you’re okay, I was worried.” You hadn’t realized until now that you were trembling.
“Pfft, of course I’m alright.” He said jokingly, I scoffed and pulled back, punching him lightly in the arm.
“Don’t get too cocky, we need to get out of here.” You said and looked behind you from the way you came, the dark hallway reminding you that there’s a crazed freelancer somewhere in here with you. “Yeah, if it make you feel any better, I was worried about you too.” He said quietly. You smiled widely. Washington walked forward and grabbed a hold of your hand, leading you behind him as you two walked through the dark hallways. You didn’t want to admit that you were scared but you were, your gut was telling you that you weren’t safe, but you felt safe as Washington guided you through the halls.
Of course, that didn’t last for long as a loud crash was heard and before you had the time to move, the Meta had came crashing through the wall, and tackled you.
“(Agent name)!” Washington yelled.
You blocked his punches, and you took advantage of the moment and swung your leg under to trip him. Washington ran up and attempted to stop Meta from getting back up, Meta threw him off his back and they began fighting. You took a few steps back, not knowing what you should do. You kept telling yourself to help, but you were afraid of him overpowering you.
“Agent, no matter what happens, you should help Washington.” Your eyes widened as your AI spoke, you sighed and nodded, waiting for the right chance. Meta had stepped back and prepared to swing at Washington, but you used this chance to throw a illusion out of yourself, Meta took the bait and swung and you jumped onto his back, and took your knife and dug it into his shoulder.
He let out a growl and attempted to throw you off, but you took the knife back and stabbed him again.
He yelled and threw you off, causing you to land on Washington. “My bad.” You mumbled and pushed yourself off of him. You brought your fists up in defense, the Meta looked over at you and pulled the knife out of his shoulder and threw it angrily at the ground.
You stumbled back a bit as he pulled his weapon off his back, you don’t even know what the hell it is but it looked like a gigantic knife..gun ? He charged at you and you froze in fear.
“Look out!” Washington yelled behind you and pushed you away, blocking the blow with his armor. You stumbled backwards and hit the wall. Meta turned and swung at you, but you ran out of the way, an illusion taking your place, this has got to stop, you didn’t know how much of this you’d be able to take.
You decided to stand your ground now, and Meta began swinging at you, you blocking every hit but your armor wasn’t going to last long. You pushed up his arm and swung under, punching him. He swung his knife less arm at you and you caught his fist, getting ready to throw another blow, but a sharp pain stops you from doing so.
“Ah..” You let go of his fist and looked down, he had stabbed you. He brought up his hand and pushed you off his knife and you fell down against the wall.
“No!” Washington had finally gotten up and charged over, punching the Meta, causing him to fall and growl, Washington quickly turns to you and picks you up, and begins running, not even looking back.
He had finally gotten out, and successfully gotten the Meta off his tracks. He stopped running when he got to a safe ground and set you down, kneeling down and quickly removing your helmet. You looked up at him slowly and smiled. “hey.” You groaned out. “Y-you’re gonna be okay, just don’t move much. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”
“Where are we gonna go?” You croaked out in annoyance. You sighed. “My time is limited now so I’m gonna keep this short..don’t let him get my AI.” You brought your hand up and placed it against his chest plate. “Please.” Washington nodded his head and looked down.
“hey..hey” You said and moved your hand up to his helmet, “it’s okay.” Washington leaned back and removed his helmet, and you gaped, not ever seeing his face before. He looked up at you and your heart tightened, he had tears threatening to fall. You smile and pull him down to you, and you place a small kiss on his lips. “I love you Washington, don’t you ever forget that,” He let out a shaky breath.
“I love you too..” He closed his eyes and let a few tears fall. You let your eyes flutter shut, and he felt your hand fall from his chest. His eyes opened and he looked up to see you lifeless, He cried out and engulfed your body in his arms.
Summary; Being one of earth mightiest doesn't excuse someone from nightmares. The reader is struggling to find ease after a night terror. In her search for answers, she comes across someone else, who knows just how it feels.
It's a pretty dry little story, nothing too exciting, but just alil romantic.
Usually, people just go to the story, I do so myself, so I'll say now ;
Italics are a person's thoughts. example; 'sample.'
(f/n) , (l/n) = Reader's First Name, Last Name.
(e/c) = eye color
(h/c) = hair color
Timeskips and/ or changes in scenery are both identified by the little periods I put to separate them. While I do love filling space with a description about just every little thing, it can get tedious, forgive me.
I, of course, own nothing but the story itself. The characters mentioned and used are not property of me of course.
Ok, here we go.
She sat restlessly in the middle of the now uncomfortable bed with a rapidly pounding heartbeat. With a small hand tightly pressed on top of the accelerated muscle, she began to try and find a steady rhythm for her breath to take.
But it was a fruitless task…
The Darkness that surrounded the (h/c) haired young woman made her growing illusive mind play tricks on her, and soon enough her eyes dashed left and right in complete paranoia. Every inch of the room seemed to be infested by evil demons, all of which begged to dig their sharp, monstrous teeth into fresh human flesh. From across the room, she could almost swear upon everything holy in this land that evil eyes stared dead at her...eagerly waiting for her to near it and fall into a trap. “For god sakes, I'm an avenger damn it !” she said through gritted teeth, but as her eyes stared at the furthest corner, even more evil shapes began to swirl, manifesting into lanky creatures.
‘Nope, nope, nope’ she chanted in her head, trying to keep those maddening thoughts from overcoming her.
With haste she jumped from her bed, and quickly made a path outside of the room, deciding to not let her eyes fall anywhere but that path to freedom and in a few long strides she reached the outside of the room.
Standing motionlessly, she craned her neck back to glare at the closed door that lead to her room, and with that final glance back at the cursed room, she grimaced, not feeling too keen on returning so soon. She felt a chill run up her spine at the thought of returning and going back. Rigidly she turned back towards the direction of the kitchen, walking briskly.
Not too slow, but not too suspiciously quick...
‘ Maybe a bit of honey and milk will ease me, or some tea perhaps?’ she pondered rubbing her warm hands over her goose-bump riddled arms. ‘Or fuck it a drink? Can't really stay awake when you're completely sauced, can you?’ She contemplated, trying to smile, though it was pretty much another failed attempt at comforting herself.
‘A drink… yeah,’ she decided. Anything to keep her at ease at this point. At her age, it felt ridiculous to have these nightmares. And at her status? it was just foolish.
There was not a soul in sight, which in a way didn't help the dark feeling of loneliness to fade. However, it was slightly to her taste, a way better deal. The last thing she needed was someone asking too many questions. She’d spill the beans and then the whole team would make her a laughing stock. She could already imagine all the jabs they’d take at her.
Though she had good relationships with the rest of the team, she knew it was something they wouldn't let drop so easily, and to think, all because She was having stupid little nightmares…
Like some silly little 6 year old...
“There's no reason to be scared (f/n),” she said chuckling to herself, once again hoping to sedate the alarm she felt.
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Finally reaching the kitchen the (h/c) haired woman stopped dead in her track, her hand coming up to her face, slapping over her quivering lips to stifle A would-be scream.
A lone figure sat at the bar, slouched and almost unmoving. Long hair seemed to hide The person's face, along with the dimmed lighting and at first, her mind played back to the shadows in her room, making panic rise in her gut.
But there was no way…
‘No freaking way.’ She thought.
Within a few moments of wide-eyed staring, her eyes began to adjust to the new lighting that was in contrast to the darkness she had weaved through to get there. It had taken her a while, but soon the dreaded figure took a more humane form and a small, barely audible sigh let her. By process of elimination, it could only be one person.
Long, dark hair, big, strong body? Yeah...
That was Bucky...
Bucky Barnes, A.K.A The Winter soldier, as so many knew him by previously.
‘Sweet, innocent, harmless, human, won't-turn-into-the-devil Bucky,’ She thought with a shaky smile.
The anxiety caused by fear and untimely doom died away, being replaced with a lesser, more innocent concern. A soft color bloomed onto her face, and she formed a subtle, sweet smile. The tremors in her body caused by terror now became shivers of excitement caused by invisible butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Hesitantly, she stepped towards him, awkwardly rubbing her left arm with her hand as an act of tremulousness.
Before she could come in close proximity to him, she found his gaze already set on her. His gunmetal blue eyes had connected with her, asking her questions, more along the lines of “why are you here?" and better yet, "What do you want?” Truth be told, he didn’t seem too welcoming.
“Hi,” she said softly, forcing a smile onto her previously trembling lips, giving a small wave as well, trying to show hospitality and openness, hoping he’d take it well.
Without a word, he looked back to where he had faced, taking in a view of the outside world and the dark sky instead of her, like she had just vanished to thin air and gone away. The hand that had been raised slowly died back down to her side and she bit her inner cheek with annoyance and grimace. ‘I wish you'd just speak to me,' she thought with a sigh. ‘I wish you'd say something to me, just once and not glare.’
Not knowing whether or not to turn away or stay in hopes of a delayed and decent hello, she stood awkwardly, looking every bit of uncomfortable that she felt.
‘I'd rather take my chances and be eaten,’ she thought shrinking down and swallowing hard she turned back to leave him be, but was halted by the sound of his voice.
“Can't sleep?” he asked, tilting his head down to his drink and taking a swing.
For a moment she had stayed quiet, being unsure if he had actually said a word to her, seeing as he was such a somber man, never once opening his mouth to anyone but his longtime friend. “So what is it?” he asked, this time a little louder, assuming she had missed his previous question. He still had no intentions of looking her way, but at the very least he acknowledged her, making her smile subtly. Abiet still a dry interaction, but she could note the effort in his part. Now that she was certain he was making conversation with her, the discomfort gnawing at her mellowed down and instead happiness burst through her chest as she saw his efforts.
“No,” she answered breathlessly, realizing his voice was actually lovely, something she wouldn't get tired of hearing.
He gave a dry chuckle, introducing her to a new sound. “What's keeping you up?” He asked genuinely curious, seeing as he has stayed up late before, a lot more than he cared to elaborate on and it was the first time ever seeing her out that late.
So What kept such a person awake at night? Someone who seemed to have never committed a crime, much more an atrocity as he had in his past? What could she possibly harbor dark in her heart to make her meet him at this time?
He heard her shift in her spot before she spoke, shakily voicing her distress.
“I - I had a nightmare, “ she confessed, not thrilled enough to admit it and with obvious embarrassment.
Through the dark strands shielding his face from her’s he gave her a side glance, observing the way she bowed her head down and stared at her bare feet in shame.
‘Is she embarrassed about it?’ he wondered seeing the clear signs of unease at the confession.
She came clean to him on her distress, and so he decided to comfort her in knowing she wasn't alone.
And he too wasn't proud of it either...
"Same here." he murmured, still eyeing her, finding it hard to tear his gaze from her. His eyes were glued to her, watching every move she made because she had something different that made his eyes draw to her, even if at the moment she looked rather dull.
The large shirt she wore draped over her body was a wrinkled mess, probably from tossing and turning so much. It barely reached passed her mid-thigh, making it seem more like a dress than an actual shirt and she seemed to look somewhat tinier in the old, worn garb.
Her hair was loose, falling in messy waves and her bangs lay sticking to her forehead with a light sheen of sweat.
The more his eyes traveled over her body, the odder the sensation rising at the pit of his stomach felt, and he just couldn't place why.
“ can I sit with you?” She asked, the undertone of her words practically begging him for companionship. Her voice had cut through his thinking, and he was relieved about it, not knowing where else his mind would wonder about her.
He gave her a brief nod, with a single word accepting the request. “Sure,” he said, and at his consent, she seated herself next to him, placing both her hands onto her knees, all while nervously glancing down at the empty counter spot before her, not knowing what to say.
She heard him shift in position, as well as the sound of a falling river of liquid. Not soon after there was another sound, something scraping over the counter and going towards her.
He had slid a cup of half-filled glass in front of her, making the instant smell of liquor hit her nose like a harsh awakening. Scrunching up her nose she made a small displeased noise.
“ Ugh.” She couldn't help it escape her.
“ Not a drinker?” He questioned her with amusement, watching her face scrunch up.
“Never been one,” She confessed, glaring down at the bronze colored liquid, contemplating on what to do with it.
“ Hand it here then,” He said, opening his hand up for the drink to go back to.
“ No… No, I actually came to have a drink…” she confessed, sounding unsure about the decision.
He gave her a questioning look at her response and shook his head. “ You just said you don't like to drink,” He said flatly, pointing out an obvious fact.
She brought her index up to nibble on its nail, knowing full well how contradictory she seemed, saying one thing and going on about another a second later… She felt silly.
“Yeah, but I just thought that...Well...” She started, unsure of how to explain her prior thinking well.
Catching on to what she had been trying to explain, he shook his head, “It doesn't really help.” He said simply.
“It doesn't?” she asked forming a crease between her brows as they tilted down into a frown. “ At least that's how it is for me. I end up staying awake all night. For the most part, it just gives me something to do,” he said plainly. “ A pastime I guess, having a drink, ” he added.
“I'm sorry to hear,” she said, deciding to take the glass within her hands. After all, at least it gave her a reason to stay. “It's alright. It's not your fault, “ he said giving her a strained smile.
She noticed the way his body had started shifting towards hers, facing her now, and keeping his attention focused on her. He hadn't realized he did it until he got trapped in a close, deep connection with her eyes. Blue-grey color stared deeply into (e/c) colored eyes, each of the two people taking on every detail of their companion.
The room became eerily silent, with only the sound of balanced breathing being heard. For her it felt like being on a roller coaster, just barely reaching the peak of the highest point, feeling a serious rush push forth inside her. As for him, it was unclear, it all was. He could only describe it as a feeling unknown to him.
If there had ever been a feeling to come close to what he felt now in his past, it was far gone and nowhere in comparison. “This is the most we've spoken,” She said suddenly, batting her eyes, blinking way the focus she had on him. Her gaze then reluctantly dropped down to her drink as she brought it up for a first taste.
“Yeah,” He said agreeing, holding his drink in his hand, also taking a sip, but focused more on the expression she had swallowing up the bitter drink. It was obvious she didn't enjoy it, but none the less drowned it down in three separate attempts.
“I…I feel that's a little sad.” she admitted, “ I’d like to ... to speak to you more. Talk more.” She admitted with struggle. He stared at her dumbfounded then snickered at her.
“ Really?” He asked, entertained by her hesitance, and even more about the idea that she wanted to get to know him more.
Nodding furiously she extended her arm out with the glass in hand. Refilling the cup he offered her a smile, his best attempt at one at least. It had been an almost instantaneous reaction, but her face lifted and beamed, giving him a greater one in return and it was hard for him to look away from her now. His mind blanked at her sweet expression and he felt a wall go down, slowly unwinding a burden in his heart.
“I haven't slept all week,” he confessed. “ It's like every time I blink, I see things I don't want to… I can only imagine what closing them longer would do…” He murmured, biting his tongue afterward for confessing that bit about himself.
‘ She didn't need to know that.' He thought gnawing at the pink muscle, cursing at himself for being so uncharacteristically chummy. She had both her hands on her small glass, but upon hearing him say that, took one off and instead placed it over his own. The action had taken him back and had his eyes snap down to the connection between the two. Her smaller hand covered his for a few short seconds, and he could feel the slight cooling wetness from her own glass’s condensation, but that small detail didn't matter to him.
He found that the hand that touched him felt in a short description; right. It felt just right and not much more. His shoulders melted down, and he took yet another sip of his drink when she released him.
She didn't offer any opinion of her own afterward, and waited for him to say more instead, and that he did. An hour went by as he spoke, somehow switching from his dark thoughts and sleepless nights to the good memories he could recall, many of which were silly stories about his childhood. He stumbled with certain details, but she listened with attentiveness, never once ceasing the smile that had formed on her face. However, there came a point to where she found herself drifting, swaying slightly, and to not fall forward she put a hand under her chin and propped her elbow on the table to support it.
At the sound of his deep, murmuring voice, she found that with every blink she gave, her eyelids became heavier.
His voice was soothing, and comforting, making the world brighter for her to let her guard down. She hadn't even thought about the nightmares that awoken her in the time she was with him. With a subtle side glance, he looked towards the now sleeping woman, giving her a halfhearted glare.
“Some talk,” He mused, not particularly bothered she had fallen asleep on him. He was already finding himself opening up too much anyways, more than he cared to do and he was sure she could write at least two chapters on the history books about him.
He hadn't planned on that, never even occurred to let so much slip out, but she was making him unwind in a single night as if he were some open book out on display. He was partially hoping she didn't remember a wink of the night, forgetting he had let go of so many intimate thoughts, so many hidden ideas he had just found on his own as he opened up to her.
He could see from the window the way the full moon shined with excited-ness and taking the last sip of harsh liquor, he stood up.
‘Guess I should turn over too...’ he thought, with the intentions of sleep in mind, but with the full knowledge that he'd only stay awake another night. With heavy steps, he walked towards the doorway but stopped abruptly.
Turning his attention towards (f/n) yet again he noticed the way that the hand holding the side of her head slowly began to slide upwards as her head made its way down to an upcoming crash. He sighed and quickly ran over to her side, placing his flesh hand above the surface just as her head slipped from her hand.
“That would have woken her up for sure,” He said to himself, looking down at the peaceful look on her face. She coddled her cheek to his warm hand, making him stiffen, and glare down at her, taken back by the mindless little action.
He had let her touch him one time too many already...
‘Stop doing that’ he thought, feeling a bothersome churn in response to her affection, but not voicing his commands at her, or daring to give her a rude awakening.
He wasn't inconsiderate...
Making a final decision, he slowly lifted her head up and pushed her back onto his other waiting arm. Once she was inclined back onto his arm, he gingerly placed his fleshed arm beneath her knees while the metal one supported her upper body, pressed her to himself as he began to carry her. And while he found the closeness almost queasy, she was more than welcome to the contact. Once again, she coddled towards him, this time hiding close to his chest.
‘You really shouldn't do that.’ he thought, once again keeping his opinions to himself, not finding it right to bother her, or wake her. At Least one of them should enjoy some sleep.
Making a final decision, he decided to take her back to her room, then crawl back into his to lay awake again yet another night.
He laid her down and brought the covers up to her neck, watching her curl up within seconds.
“I wish I could fall asleep so easily,” he mused. Gently, his fingers ran through her (h/c) colored hair, finding it soft, despite the few knots he found himself coming in contact with.
Something about the way her face was set looked so peaceful and innocent bringing him a gentle comfort. While his fingers weaved through her hair, it felt almost soothing, like a destresser. The moment lasted a minute before her eyes fluttered open, showing him hazy and glossy (e/c) colored eyes. He froze, caught in such an embarrassing and compelling action and immediately his arm snapped to his side as, and he readied himself for an excuse, that or for her questioning.
However, she didn't allow time for that, because as she opened her eyes and saw him, she smiled. She barely addressed him, just hardly whispering his name in a sweet tone, and with the same soft smile, she closed her eyes again, turning over in the opposite direction. She left him with the sight of the back of her head, immediately falling back into her deep sleep and leaving him stunned.
“What the hell am I doing,” he grumbled taking the same hand that had been touching her and instead running it through his own head of hair. His head leaned back as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Just what is going on?” He said quietly, whispering to himself in a complete loss.
‘I need to get out of here,’ He thought clenching his fists, realizing the sweet, warm scent that had covered every inch of the room and herself had become intoxicating. While it surrounded him, he felt even stranger than before, something he wasn’t minding, which was the alarming part.
It made him feel dizzy with lingering thoughts rising in his head, dangerously intimate ones. As he moved to leave, he found himself staring back, glued to the spot just inches from the door.
She seemed motionless, aside from the breathing, making the little lump on the bed rise and fall.
What if she had another one of her nightmares?
'What then?' He had asked himself what would happen in such a case and took a risky decision. Looking to the opposite side of her bed, adjacent to it was a small sofa pushed against the wall.
“ Really, what am I thinking…” He said softly, going towards the double seater.
‘ She’ll think I’m some creep.’ He thought while sitting on one of the ends of the sofa, letting his arm rest on the surface of its side. From his seat, he kept his eyes on her, watching the way she curled and turned every once in a while, making sure there wasn't distress. After a short while, he rubbed his eyes, feeling them grow heavier as he stared at her.
He's never taken the time to stare at someone sleep, and he supposed that had its effects on him, and quicker than he had assumed, he fell into the sweet embrace of slumber.
Her eyes opened up to see nothing but her cushiony pillows in her face, as well as being surrounded by nothing but warmth and comfort. She was about to question it all, speaking aloud to herself, “ But I thought-” she started, but cut herself off, quieting down as she noticed Bucky sitting down on the sofa facing her. His lovely eyes were now hidden beneath his eyelids, and his chest rose and fell ever so softly.
His head was inclined to the side as he sat sitting up with his arms crossed over his chest.
If she didn't know any better, she would have assumed that he had mindlessly fallen to sleep, and that was just the case...
‘He slept here… ?’ She thought, unable to hold down the smile pulling at her face.
‘He brought me here too…’ She concluded.
It could only have been him to do such a sweet thing, and yet still look so impassive about it, even while in his sleep. 'He probably planned to leave afterward but stayed,'
She gripped her sheets tightly, contemplating on her next move. ‘Should I wake him up?’ She thought uncertain.
‘No, that'd be wrong.’ She argued, remembering that he too had stayed awake half the night, unable to sleep, and had a much harder week. She couldn't just kick him out like that.
‘He must be freezing though…’ She thought gazing at him sympathetically. The room was cold, and he seemed lonely and probably freezing over there without protection from the cool air.
As quietly as she could she stepped off of her bed, cringing at the squeak of the mattress. Making sure her feet touched the ground as silently as possible, she moved one foot then the other in slow, careful motions. Having found herself now standing she took a quick glance back at him. making sure he didn't stir and smiled triumphantly. He stayed unmoving, save for the rhythmic breathing, much to her delight. Bundling up the fluffy comforter in her arms, she walked over to him, spreading it over his body, not letting an inch of him (except his head) be uncovered. It was the least she could do after going through the trouble of bringing her there and even staying a bit longer afterward. After she covered him up, she took a second to truly admire him, the stubley mess that he had as facial hair, the long locks threatening to fall forward onto his sleeping face, even the pretty dark lashes fanned over his cheeks.
He was really handsome, that much was true and now she could add sweet to that growing lists of traits she had discovered and had liked.
Swallowing hard she felt her heart race as her eyes dropped to his lips, biting her own. They were very inviting, causing her own to feel lonesome for a touch at them.
‘ God, I need to sleep.’ she thought grazing her fingers over her own lips, shaking her head and scolding herself. With the same careful silence, she moved back to her mattress, climbing onto it and hiding beneath the rest of the sheets on her bed. She faced him with a smile, finding the image of him being the last thing before she sleeps to be comforting, as equal in warmth to a lit fireplace on a winter night. She didn't know it was something she needed until then. Easily lulled by the sight of him there, she once again fell into slumber within seconds. After that, she doesn't remember what she dreamed about, or what had lied beyond the world she slipped into after hours, but all she knew we that he played a role. He was there talking to her like he had that night, and he made her feel safer.
When he woke up, he found himself covered by her comforter, the one he had put her to sleep in the night before. Her smiling face was facing him as she slept, looking completely at bliss. Without a word, he walked out, but not before folding the cover neatly.
When he finished he left it in the place where he had been sleeping.
He wouldn't say anything to her as he walked away, and silently thanked her instead, finding that to be one of the only things he could do. He felt more recharged, filled with new energy. With a mellowed excitement, he thought about what he would do after such a night of sleep. For one he’d have to take up Sam and Steve’s offer on that run now.
It seemed like a good option...
Once he stood outside her door he pulled up a gentle smile and he hoped it wasn't the last time they'd have a nightly encounter. He could only anticipate spending another night beside her, with just her and him alone.
