Summary: Dean hasn't been able to reach you for a while, but he's going to find you. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't. (Angst)
A/N: I found this fic in my old blog, and decided to polish it a little and post it. It feels a little weird to write again, but I've missed this.
Dean was angry, and rightfully so.
His brother was alive, he had been for a whole year and no one had bothered to tell him. Not Sam, not Bobby, not you. Honestly, he couldn’t understand why.
Bobby kept repeating that it had been for the best, that he had gotten a life, a woman, and a kid, that he had had the chance to be happy, to be normal for once in his tormented life.
He had not been happy, though, not really, even if he had tried his best.
How could he be happy when his brother was dead? And not dead and in heaven, but dead and in hell, tormented by Lucifer himself. How was he supposed to be happy with this idea in mind? How could he be happy when you had ditched him and he didn’t know whether you were dead or alive? He had tried everything in his power, collecting books, searching for a way to help his brother. He had tried to keep tabs on you as well, had managed to for a while, until two months ago when your phone had been disconnected, along with your other phone, and your other other phone. He didn’t know what to think anymore.
He had kept repeating to himself that he would find a way to help Sam. He had kept repeating to himself that you didn’t want to be around him anymore, that you were better off without him anyway.
Repeating things, though, doesn’t always make them stick.
That’s why the second he walked into Bobby’s house, he looked around for you, not even on purpose, but his eyes roamed the room nonetheless, like an old habit, and stopped on the couch.
That was your favorite place whenever you were at Bobby’s. You would sit on the old couch and do your things, researching, watching TV, even sleeping some times.
That couch was positioned exactly in the middle of the house and, from there, nothing could escape your attention. It was the perfect spot.
The couch was empty, though, and Dean sighed, disappointed.
He wanted to see you again, he wanted to talk to you again. He missed you.
Bobby caught Dean’s behavior and glanced at Sam, who just shook his head. Now was not the time to have that conversation.
But Dean couldn’t manage to let it go. “Where is she?” he asked.
Bobby’s eyes moved to the floor; he knew this question would come up, but he still wasn’t prepared. He took a deep breath and looked back at him, “She’s not here, Dean.”
“Is she hunting by herself?” The elder Winchester inquired immediately, his tone rising with a hint of anger, “Because I specifically asked you to keep an eye on her. I know she was in Washington two months ago and then she came here. I lost track after a few days, so I figured she had to ditch her phones. Where is she now?”
Bobby was about to break and reveal the truth, but Sam prevented it. He was different now, a new Sam, and what was important was the hunt waiting for them. He needed his brother to be sharp, to be ready, so it was better to avoid the topic for now, “Look, she’s not here. She probably doesn’t wanna be found. For all we know she left the States.”
Dean looked pensive for a while, hoping that you hadn’t done this. It was your plan, though, he knew this much and his heart ached at the idea, because he just wanted to see you. He needed to.
An hour later, he and Sam left for the hunt, but the thought to look for you stayed with him. He knew you had left him, he thought that it was because you didn’t want to be around him anymore, but right now he didn’t care. He had this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach and the only thing that could help was to see that you were alive and kicking, that you were good.
He decided he would start searching for you again after the hunt.
That night, when everyone went to bed, he found himself restless, wondering about you again. So he got up and went downstairs.
He grabbed his brother’s laptop, headed towards Bobby’s study and was caught by surprise, when he saw you sitting on the couch, “Goddammit,” he exclaimed, “when did you get here?”
“A while ago,” you replied simply.
“A while ago? What sorta answer is that?!” He questioned angrily, putting down the laptop on the coffee table. He was glad to see you, but all his concerns had just morphed into anger and he couldn’t keep it inside.
“You need to calm down or you gonna wake up everybody,” you responded calmly. The last thing you needed was for Bobby to find out that you were there. For two months you had been extra careful and you definitely didn’t want to ruin everything now.
He frowned for a second at your behavior; then, in a quiet tone, still accompanied by a touch of anger and frustration, he continued his interrogation, “Where have you been? Did you know Sam was alive? Because if you knew and didn’t tell me, then - I just… tell me you didn’t know,” he demanded of you.
“I found out a couple of months ago,” you answered honestly, “but they kept repeating it was best not to tell y-”
“Since when d’you listen to what other people say to you?”
You dropped your eyes and, only then, replied, “I wanted to tell you, but I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re sorry!” He hissed, “And don’t say that you couldn’t. Admit the truth just for once… You just didn’t wanna see me, am I right?” This time there was no anger in his voice, but a hint of sadness. He was so glad to see you, but all his bottled-up emotions were winning over the happiness. His brother was alive, you were there in front of him; it almost looked like the old times, as if everything was back to normal again.
You smiled sadly at his statement, “I did wanna see you. Honestly that’s the only thing I needed… I’ve missed you.”
“Have you?” He swallowed and, when you nodded, he believed you. You weren’t lying, he knew this much. He grabbed a chair and sat in front of you, the coffee table separating your legs from his, but you still felt close to him, close like you hadn’t been in a year.
A long silence settled between you two, until you spoke again, “How are you? Are you good?”
He chuckled a little and that sweet sound almost brought tears to your eyes.
“That’s what you would always ask me whenever you were the one injured,” he remembered with nostalgia. “I’m good. Now. I, uh,” he looked to the floor before continuing, “why did you leave?” He asked quietly, maybe even afraid to hear your answer.
“Because I’m an idiot, mostly.”
He looked back at you, surprised.
“I wanted you to have a family,” you continued, “I knew Lisa and Ben could give you that… I thought it was the best thing for you so I, I left. I regretted it pretty soon but when I came to see you, you-“
“You came to see me? When was this?” He interrupted you, wanting to know more about it. He had thought that you didn’t care about him anymore, but this proved the exact opposite. You had kept tabs on him like he had done with you.
“A few times. I wanted to check on you…”
“And what? You spied on me?” He asked you, now a smirk was on his lips.
Damn, it was so good to see him again, like this. The love of your life there in front of you, as if nothing had changed.
“Yeah, pretty much,” you shrugged, “you seemed to be better each time. I actually saw you playing baseball with Ben once and you looked like one of those proud dads and I was just… so happy for you,” you confessed. “I knew you couldn’t have any of that with me.”
“We could have, though… you and I, be happy…” he responded, giving you a sad smile, “maybe we still-“
“Dean, is it you downstairs?” Bobby called out, interrupting him just in time.
“Yeah, Bobby” he replied, loud enough for him to hear.
“Go,” you told him immediately, worried Bobby would come downstairs as well, “you should get some sleep, Dean.”
“Yeah, you should do that too. You look like crap,” he teased you, like he used to do. This time, though, you probably did look like crap. Your last hunt had done a number on you.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of time to sleep,” you replied.
Dean didn’t notice the small lamp behind him flicker just then.
He just nodded and left the room, not before smiling at you one more time, though. Just a little smile that was exactly what you needed to move on. All you had wanted was to see this smile again, the little smile that always said more than words could.
You knew it was time to leave at this point, and you did as soon as he went upstairs. It was now or never so you let go of all the things that were keeping you there and left.
In the morning, when Dean came downstairs, his first thought was to look for you, so he checked out your usual place, the couch.
You weren’t there, of course, but Bobby was.
“Hey, Bobby. Hasn’t she woken up yet?”
The old hunter just looked at him confused, inviting him to elaborate.
When Dean said your name, Bobby gave him a look that almost made him shiver, “I told you she isn’t here, son. She’s gone.”
“Gone? What d’you mean gone?” Had you left again? Why? He was about to grab his keys and go out to track you down, when his old friend sighed, “She’s dead.”
“Dead?” He asked, not understanding what Bobby was saying to him.
The man nodded, "The last hunt did a number on her. And Sam thought we shouldn’t tell you, but you deserve to know this. It wouldn’t be fair to her memory.”
“Bobby, what are you talking about? She’s not dead. Why would you say that?!”
“She is, son,” he sighed. "She’s gone."
“No, that’s - no,” Dean shook his head, trying to wrap his head about what he had just heard. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t be dead. He had talked to you just a few hours ago…
Nothing made sense, nothing at all, until your words came back to haunt him.
“I did wanna see you. Honestly, that’s the only thing I needed.”
And suddenly realization hit him, every word you had said making sense now, and tears started to well up in his eyes. You were dead and the only thing you had needed to move on was to see him again.
One last smile from him, a smile that meant I love you, and, after that, you were gone.
The next morning when you woke up, you felt the warm body that your back was against move as he breathed. Rolling to your stomach to look at him, you smirked. “See something you like?” Sam chuckled as he stretched.
“Well, what I really like is covered by a sheet right now.” You teased. He rolled you so that your hands were pinned by your head and he was settled between your thighs. Letting your eyes roam down his chest, and back up. “Much better.” You grinned.
His lips met yours roughly, making you moan. Biting your lip, he moved so that both of your hands were pinned above your head with one of his. “Got one more round in you?” He whispered in your ear.
“You got another condom?” You asked.
“You bet your ass I do.”
As you had left his room right before lunch, you saw his brother and waved. “Bye, Dean!” You chuckled, making your way to your own motel room.
You stripped out of your clothes and hopped in the shower, wanting to be on the road soon. There were a few options for you, so you thought about where you felt like heading while you washed your hair.
Sitting on the bed, you leaned against the headboard and logged onto your account. It had been a couple days since you’d had the chance to talk to him, so you were hoping that he was on. Your face lit up when you saw that he was in fact logged on.
Theinastus- There you are!! Where were you last night? I had to listen to my brother fuck some chick.
Kanestinia- Why didn’t you put on your headphones? lol
Theinastus- They were in his room. And you didn’t tell me where you were. Where were you? Have you been cheating on WoW with another game? Lol
Kanestinia- I went out to a bar, hung out with some pretty cool people, and went home with a guy. So no. I was no cheating on WoW. I was having a grand ol’ time. ;)
Dean stared at the screen. He had no right to be jealous! You weren’t his girlfriend, but he hated the thought of you sleeping with some random guy. Taking a deep breath, he tried to make sure he didn’t come off like some douche.
Theinastus- I hope he at least pleased my lady. I would hate to have to hunt him down for disappointing you.
Kanestinia- Oh. I’m very pleased alright. He was one hell of a way to break a dry spell! Lol. How about you? Boulder City had some hot women. Please tell me you snatched one up ;)
Theinastus- Actually, I didn’t. After my brother left with what’s her name, I came back to the room hoping to see you.
You sighed, shaking your head.
Kanestinia- Don’t forget to live your life because of some girl behind the computer screen.
Theinastus- You’re not just some girl.
Staring at his words, your heart sped up, crossing your fingers that he didn’t mean what you thought he did.
Theinastus- I love you.
He ran his hand through his hair, his leg shaking. Did she feel the same? Would she blow him off? Did he just ruin this? Dean suddenly felt sick to his stomach. Groaning, his head went back. “Fuck.” He sighed.
Kanestinia- You don’t know me. We flirt, yeah, but you don’t really know anything about me. It’s safer that way. Just… Live your life, okay? Don’t let our flirting ruin it. Maybe in a different life, it would have been very different, but this is our life. I’m sorry. I have to go. I’ll be on tomorrow night. Just, please think about what I said.
Tearing up, you shut your laptop without properly logging off. It wasn’t fair. You broke your own heart as you were typing those words! You loved him, a lot, and that’s why you had to do that. That’s why you had to say that. Wiping your cheek, you set your laptop off to the side and forced yourself to breathe.
Dean read what you wrote. Over and over. Something that stuck out was that you never said you didn’t feel the same way. Not once did you tell him you didn’t love him. His heart clenched. What did you mean it was safer this way? Were you in trouble? He had a million and one questions going through his mind at the moment.
Hope Y’all enjoy this chapter I had fun writing the cute bits.
Word Count: 1159
Warnings: None I think
Author: me @bookchic20
Masterlist
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as always credit to gif owner
“Yes, you’re the father.” You say nodding, looking Dean in the eyes waiting to see his reaction. Waiting, Waiting for disgust, for anger, for repulsion, for so many negative things. But it never came, Dean looked…relieved, and…. happy. You were so confused you thought he would hate you, wouldn’t want anything to do with you ever again. But he looked more calm and serene than you have ever seen him.
“Mine….no…ours.” He whispers, a smile taking over his face before he slides off the bed to kneel in front of you. His hands go to hover over your stomach, he looks up at you almost begging for permission to touch.
You nod to him, and he very slowly set his hands on either side of your stomach. So gently as if you would be broken by the smallest movement. He slowly pushed your flannel to the side and slowly slips your tank top up a little so he can see your little bump. Smiling he leans down and places a short kiss to the small bump. Looking up at you he meets your eyes and reaches one hand up to caress your cheek.
“Why did you leave?” He looks at you with such care and concern. “We…I…I was so worried about you. I…I thought that you were….” Dean sighs, sliding his hands off of you and resting them on his knees for a brief moment before standing up with a deep breath. “I was worried that you didn’t want any of that to have happened.”
“Dean,” You reach out to take his hand. “I wanted that for so long.”
“Then why? Why did you leave?” He asks squeezing your hand.
“I was so afraid…” You start, pulling him closer to you with his hand. “So afraid that you would wake up and just laugh it all off as a drunken mistake. And then when I found out I was pregnant I was even more worried. I know that hunters aren’t supposed to get a happy ending. We don’t get to live the white picket fence life. But…I…I want to raise this baby, but I still want to help people too.”
Dean sits down on the bed next to you still holding your hand. “I’m sorry if I ever gave you any indication that I would laugh all this off as a mistake. I have wanted this for as long as I’ve known you. And as far as a kid,” He rubs a hand down his face. “Sure, I never really thought about having a kid, and I don’t know if I’ll be any good at being a dad but with you, I’m willing to try.”
“Really?” You question looking down. “You mean it? You’re not mad at me?”
“I won’t lie to you I was pretty upset when you left, but I was never mad. I could never be mad at you.” Dean grabs your chin in his hand and lifts it just a bit to look into your eyes. “I love you.” He practically whispers before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss.
You lean into the kiss and slip a hand up his neck and into his hair. Slowly pulling away from him you lean your forehead against his, and smile. “I thought you didn’t do chick flick moments.” You chuckle, he rolls his eyes at you. “I love you too Dean.”
“Well, we don’t have to tell anyone about the chick flick moment now do we.” He says leaning in to kiss you again.
At the Bar
“Do you think we should have followed them out?” Cas asks.
“Nah I’m sure they’re fine.” Sam answers as he takes another drink of his beer. An awkward silence between the two of them.
“…Should I not have said that she was with child. I figured it was common knowledge.” Cas asks concerned.
“Cas…” Sam sighs. “It’s alright. Personally, I’m glad you said something. I noticed she was pregnant when we first came up here for the job, when she hugged me, I could tell. But I didn’t know when she would tell Dean or if she even would before she had the kid.”
“Ah I see you were worried that she wouldn’t admit that it was his?”
“Sort of. She was just so worried he would be mad at her.” Sam wipes a hand down his face. “Those two are both so stubborn, its like they were made for each other. And Dean would have never been mad at her, he’s had a thing for her since we were young. Ever since Bobby took her in when she was sixteen.” He takes another sip and lets out another sigh. “And Dean loves kids so he will be a great dad and he cares for (Y/N) like crazy, so as long as they are honest with each other they should be fine.
“Hmm…you know you could be right.” Cas responds.
“I know I am, those two are stubborn.”
“Oh no not about that about them being made for each other.”
“What do you mean?” Sam looks at Cas funny. “You mean like soulmate or something.”
“Precisely. Some people are actually made in pairs. Not all of you humans are, but some of them are.”
“Really soulmates are a thing?” Sam looks at him shocked. “I guess nothing should surprise me anymore, but it sounds like a good thing right? And we don’t normally hear about good things.”
-Back at the motel-
Standing up Dean smiles down at you. “C’mon.” He holds his hand out to you.
“Where are we going?” You ask taking his hand as he pulls you up.
“I know you always like to get something to eat after a hunt and we passed a Waffle house on the way in, and you can get those chocolate chip waffles you love there.”
“Just like that?” You ask.
“What do you mean?” Dean asks, swiping a hair behind your ear.
“I…well…” You start.
“Hey, we said we were gonna be honest with each other, right?”
“Right, its just, After I ran away, and you just found all this out about you going to be a father and whatnot. And you’re fine with all of it? You just want to go on like nothing changed?”
“No.” Dean says causing you to look alarmed at his quick answer. “Now don’t take that wrong. I don’t want to go along like nothings changed, because things have changed. You are back and carrying our child. That does change things, plus I finally told you I love you that makes a big change. A good change, and I am happier than I ever thought I could be.” Dean looks at you lovingly.
“I love you!” You say before embracing him tightly.
Dean hugs you back and places a kiss on the top of your head. “C’mon sweetheart, lets go get you those waffles.” He says as you both head out to the car.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When a routine hunt goes wrong, Y/N must say goodbye to the Winchesters.
angst, angst, angst, so much angst... and a hint of fluff
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“To your rear!”
Y/N heard Dean yell to her from the other end of the cabin. She whipped her head back to face him. His expression was twisted in horror and all she could do was stare.
“Dean?”
She turned around and was met by the werewolf’s claws. Y/N felt a sharp pain in her chest and looked down, bewildered. Her shirt was slick with blood.
“No!”
She looked towards the hunter across the room and frowned, her mind going hazy.
“Dean...”
Time slowed. Y/N fell to the ground with a soft groan. Sprawled against the oak flooring, she watched as the fight carried on. Sam was slicing with his silver blade and the werewolves were retreating. She noticed black splotches floating around the room and reached out to touch one. It took her a moment to realize that it was only her vision blurring. There was a ringing in her ears, but it was soon silenced by the echo of Dean’s anguished cry.
36 hours earlier...
“You could’ve died!”
“Yeah, I’m a hunter. Dying is sort of an occupational hazard.”
Dean tossed his duffle bag onto the bunker’s war table and turned to Y/N. His eyes darkened. “How many times have I told you to check your surroundings?” He scowled. “You can’t just charge into a room guns blazing without doing a quick scan. If Sam hadn’t offed the vamp coming up behind you, the bloodsucker would’ve damn well killed you!”
Y/N rolled her eyes. “Okay, so I’m not great at scoping the perimeter. Sue me.”
She was walking away when she felt Dean grab hold of her wrist. “This ain’t a game.” He said, his expression softening. “You think you’re invincible. Hell, we’ve all felt that way in the thick of it. But I need you to be careful out there. One wrong move and it’s game over.” Dean let go of Y/N’s wrist and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I can’t lose you.” He whispered. “I won’t lose you.”
Y/N bit her lip and looked down in shame. For three years, she’d been living with the Winchesters and joining them on hunts. She smiled at the memory of her first kiss with Dean. They were researching in the library and it had just happened. He had leaned in and pressed his lips against her own. Sam had just smiled a secret, all knowing smile and kept reading his lore book as though nothing had happened. The Winchester brothers were her family and she knew that for better or for worse, she meant the world to them.
Y/N was aware of the great tragedies that followed the boys throughout life. She knew of their endless grief for fallen friends. Sam and Dean loved deeply because their scars ran deep and yet here she was hunting carelessly, and amplifying their worst fear. Dean’s worst fear. Losing her.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
Dean sighed and pressed his forehead against hers. “I know you are.” He said. “I don’t mean to be hard on you, but-”
“But you’re just trying to protect me. I know.”
Dean gave a short laugh and kissed her lightly. “I love you sweetheart.” He said. “Don’t get reckless on me now.”
Y/N looked up at him and smiled reassuringly. “I’m not about to.”
She was leaning in for another kiss when Sam came bounding in from the dormitory hall. “Interrupting something?” He asked, his eyes darting between them.
“Actually Sammy... you kind of are!”
Y/N laughed and settled for planting a quick kiss on the tip of Dean’s nose. “What’s up?” she asked Sam.
He lifted the laptop he was holding and turned it over to the couple. “Werewolves. Just about an hour’s drive from the bunker. If we head out now, we’ll be back by morning. What do you guys say?”
Dean shrugged. “Why the hell not?”
***
no. no. no. no. no.
Dean’s heart raced as he focused on Y/N lying lifeless on the floor. She’s not dead he told himself. She’s not dead. She’s not dead. She’s not dead.
Dean took a deep breath and tore his eyes away from her. Looming just above her body stood the werewolf that had slashed her. The creature held a sickening look of triumph as it glanced down at the fallen hunter. It raised its claws and Dean saw red. With a roar, the Winchester charged across the cabin and delivered a blow with the edge of his silver blade.
“Dean!” Sam raced to his brother’s side, out of breath and bloody. “That was the last one. They’re all dead.” The elder Winchester nodded and choked back tears. He was trembling as he lowered himself to the ground and held Y/N in his arms.
“Hey kid.” He said softly. “Come on, open your eyes. Talk to me.”
Dean held his breath. Y/N’s stillness was deafening. “Come on now.” he said again, his voice strained. Desperate, he gave her a gentle shake, and felt her shift in his hold.
Y/N’s eyelids fluttered open. “Dean.” She smiled, her lips stained red. “Guess I should’ve scanned the room, huh?” She tried to laugh but could only retch as a gurgle of blood poured from her mouth.
“Shhhh. Don’t worry about it doll. Don’t strain yourself.” Dean said. “We’re getting you help. You’ll be alright.”
Dean looked up at Sam desperately. “Cas. We need Cas. Sammy, call-”
Y/N let out a strained breath and put her hand over Dean’s. “It’s no use.” She whispered. “Cas is- he’s-” A harrowing cough escaped her as she struggled to speak.
“He’s in heaven.” Sam said, his voice sounding detached. “He’s on a mission in heaven.”
Dean felt the world spin as he looked down at Y/N’s shivering form. blood was pooling from the cuts to her chest. Dread pooled deep within him as he recognized the extent of her wounds. Without Cas’s grace, there was no fixing this.
“Then I’ll pray.” Dean said, his tone verging on hysteria. “I’ll pray. He’ll hear me, he’ll fly on down, and-”
Y/N shook her head. “Stop it Dean.” She grimaced. “This is it.” She let out a shaky breath, and Dean blanched as the colour dulled from her face.
“Sam.”
Sam’s eyes were glossy as he looked down at Y/N. His fists were clenched, and his jaw was set as he tried to contain himself.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” she whispered. “You and your brother gave me a family and I will forever be grateful for it.”
Shakily, Y/N stretched out a hand. Sam stooped down opposite Dean and clasped her hand in both of his. “It’s been nice knowing you.” she joked as a tear glistened in the corner of her eye. “look after-” Y/N gasped. “Him.”
Sam only nodded. “Yeah, I will.” He managed through pressed lips. “I swear to you, I’ll look after him.” She smiled at him, clouded in pain, but satisfied.
Turning to her right, she locked eyes with Dean. “Don’t let this break you.”
Dean scrubbed a hand down his face, tears and blood wetting his palm. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, a new line of tears slicking down his cheeks.
“Course’ not." He said cheerily. He couldn’t bear to look Y/N in the eyes. “We’ll get through this. You and me.”
Y/N gulped and cupped Dean’s cheek. “Look at me.” She whispered. "I’m not getting out of this one, so promise me you’ll push on.”
Dean looked into her eyes. “I don’t know if I can.”
She wiped away a tear from his cheek and smiled weakly. “You’ll get by.” She promised. Y/N closed her eyes and heaved heavy breaths, overwhelmed by the pain. “Dean?” she groaned
The Winchester felt a stab in his heart. “Yeah?”
“Kiss me?”
Dean wiped at his eyes, and pushed away a damp strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead. “Always the romantic.” he sniffed. “I always loved that about you.”
He leaned forwards one last time and felt his heart ache in recognition of this final kiss. He knew that this would be the last time he’d feel the warmth of Y/N’s lips against his, lush with life and love. He focused on this ultimate moment in which he’d feel the spark of her life collide with his. He would cherish this last gift, and hold it with him forevermore. He stooped further to catch her mouth on his.
Dean’s lips hadn’t yet grazed Y/N’s when he felt her slacken in his hold.
He pulled back.
Death had cheated them of their final taste of life.
“You should have checked your rear.” He whispered softly.
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Summary: Inspired by Glen Campbell’s Rhinestone Cowboy
After a particularly sombre hunt, Y/N considers the fruitlessness of going out and saving people when there’s always another monster around the corner.
Cue Dean: Can a dance with the hunter change Y/N’s mind and prove just how significant a bit of hope can be?
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Y/N sat hunched over the peeling wood counter, cradling her head in the palm of her hand.
Lazily, she ran her finger across the frosty perspiration of the beer bottle that stood to her right.
She winced as flashes of memory shot through her mind like ricocheting bullets. Reminders of her failed hunt.
“It was supposed to be a milk run.” She muttered to herself. “Quick in and out.”
A shadow loomed over her. “No such thing. I thought you’d know that by now.” Someone said from behind.
Y/N looked over her shoulder and smiled weakly. “Dean.”
“Hey kid.”
Y/N sighed. “Is this the part where we hold hands and sing a camp song? Build up team spirit?”
Dean sat down on the empty barstool to her left and let out a soft groan. “You mind?” He asked, reaching to take a swig of her beer.
“Knock yourself out.”
Dean motioned a faux cheers in her direction and downed the drink. He hissed as the alcohol hit him.
“Camp ain’t exactly my thing,” he said. “That’s more up Sammy’s lane.”
“True.” Y/N drew imaginary circles on the countertop as she waited for Dean’s little pep talk.
When he didn’t say anything, she turned to look at him expectantly.
“What?” He asked with a frown.
“Aren’t you going to tell me something along the lines of ‘don’t worry, it won’t always be this way?'”
Dean looked at her earnestly. “Do you want me to?”
Y/N sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “Yes... no.... I don’t even know Dean, he was just a kid!” She cried out in frustration. “If I had just been quicker, I could have saved him. If only-“
“Stop.” Dean said, holding his hand out to signal her silence. “Quit beating yourself up over this. It’s part of the job, and pep talk or not, things sure as hell ain’t about to change.”
Y/N narrowed her eyes. “Wow.” She scoffed amusedly. “Would a bit of sugar coating kill you? At least Sam is hopeful.”
Dean gave her a small smile. “I am hopeful. I just don’t think you should let yourself be miserable over a lost cause.” He put a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly. “Sometimes we just need to let go and move on, ya’ know?”
Y/N turned away to hide the hurt on her face. “It’s hard.” She whispered.
“Yeah.”
Without another word, Dean stood up and walked away. Y/N sat quietly as she reflected on what he had just said.
I’ve been walkin’ these streets so long
Singin’ the same old song...
Hunting seemed almost impossible at times. A hopeless endeavour when stacked up against all the evil in the world.
I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway.
Where hustle’s the name of the game
And nice guys get washed away like the snow in the rain...
Y/N scrubbed a hand down her face and groaned. Hunting was a real pain, and she was only just realizing it.
Like a rhinestone cowboy
Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo...
Y/N ears pricked up when she finally heard the music playing in the bar. She frowned. It had just been quiet a moment ago.
She turned around and saw Dean leaning against an old Jukebox, twirling a coin between his fingers. When their eyes met, he walked over to her, a mischievous grin on his face.
“What’s that?” Y/N asked, holding back a laugh as she gestured towards a cherry red cowboy hat he was wearing.
“Like it? I just found it mounted on a wall.”
“Dean, I think it’s meant to be decorative.”
“Yeah well, now it’s decorating my head.”
“You’re awful, you know that?” She laughed.
He grinned. “You think I’m adorable. Now, dance with me? I don’t want my quarter to go to waste.”
“Dance with you?”
“Definitely. Sammy might excel with the cheesy pick-me-ups, but I’m more of a ‘hands on’ sort of guy, you know what I mean?” He shrugged and flashed her a smile. “What better way to get your mind off a bad hunt than a couple beers and a dance with a charming debonair?”
“Fine. Let’s dance, Winchester.”
Dean took Y/N’s hand and led her to the small floor space by the Jukebox.
Well I really don’t mind the rain
And the smile can hide all the pain...
Y/N looped her arms around Dean’s neck. “So, Glen Campbell. Really?”
Dean tipped his hat and winked before placing his hands on either side of her waist. “He’s a legend. Besides, that old Jukebox didn’t have much selection. It was either Campbell or Johnny Cash.” He gave a balky laugh. “Call me crazy, but Folsom Prison Blues doesn’t exactly scream romance to me.”
And I dream of the things I’ll do...
Y/N paused. “Romance?”
Dean stopped dancing for a moment and quirked a brow.
“Yes Y/N, Romance. You know, that thing where the guy likes the girl and tries to woo her.”
Y/N smiled and leaned her head against his chest. “Have you always been so snarky?”
“Only since the day I graced the good green earth with my presence.”
Y/N gave a halfhearted laugh before leaning her head against Dean’s chest. She thought about the boy she had failed and pushed herself closer to Dean, seeking comfort. She felt him tighten his hold around her, and felt safe in his protective embrace. He was humming softly as they swayed to Campbell’s sultry tune.
“It’s not fair, Dean. Hunting monsters feels pointless if people still get hurt whether you try to help or not.”
Dean sighed and Y/N could feel his soft exhale against her hair. He leaned down and kissed the crown of her head.
“You can’t win em’ all kid. But you sure as hell gotta try.”
With cheap neon lighting glistening down on them, and the peppery scent of alcohol lingering in the air, the two hunters danced, and tried to carry hope with them in that fragile moment of calm.
There’ll be a load of compromisin’
On the road to my horizon
But I’m gonna be where the lights are shinin’ on me...
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Hey everyone!! This is the first chapter in my Dancing with Team Free Will series!!
If you’d like to be tagged in any future Supernatural fics, just tell me in the comments! (and if you’d rather not be tagged in ALL Supernatural fics, please specify; EX: Reader x Dean, Dancing with Team Free Will series, etc...)
Okay so here’s the sitch: I’m a total Cas girl, and I just COULD NOT write anything good about him... meanwhile, the words for a Dean fic came at like a million words per second, like what???
I meant for this to be obnoxiously sweet, but then it got kind of sad soooo... sorry about that. Dean has that ‘dark’ effect on things, I guess...
Dean Winchester and the reader spend their morning together. Meanwhile, the reader reflects on her relationship with Dean.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1382
Warnings: fluff !!!, explicit sexual content, sweet Dean
A/N: hi my loves i hope you guys are doing well :) here is a little one shot i put together ! i’m stuck in WTSA [07] i cant decide how i want it to go yet. i have the whole layout but like the dialogue is killing me right now. please expect another one shot earlier next week and hopefully i’ll have the next chapter out too !!!! please leave comments and feedback <3
Masterlist
One of the greatest feelings in the world was definitely waking up next to Dean Winchester.
It was a feeling that you had first experienced as a kid, after you had crawled into Dean’s bed in the middle of an intense thunderstorm. You couldn’t have been older than six years old, but you had decided that the safest place for you was in his arms. He laid perfectly still against you, waking before you and softly carding his fingers through your long hair, allowing you to sleep in a little longer.
You and the Winchester brothers grew up together. John and your dad were hunting buddies and you often spent time at Bobby’s while the two of them were on a case. You were fifteen months older than Sam, which often resulted in both you and Dean taking care of the youngest Winchester. There were countless nights that the three of you were up late in the kitchen, munching away on cereal or the secret stash of popcorn that Bobby hid in the back of his cupboard. You three were pretty much inseparable and it had stayed that way for years.
You were unsure when you developed feelings for Dean, but somewhere between the All Saints’ Day marathons and lore reading, you had fallen in love. At first, you had tried to hide the feelings you had for your best friend, but after an intense game of Spin the Bottle— which you were sure Sam rigged— you were unable to hide them any longer, and you were happy when you found out Dean felt the same way.
He was always a cuddly sleeper. When the two of you took short naps, he would wrap his arm over your waist, pressing his strong chest against your back. You could feel the soft puffs of his breath against your hair as well as hear his light snores.
The mornings were different. Dean slept on his back, and you would wake up leaning into his side, your leg flung over his and your hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. One of his arms encircled your body, fitting your face into the crook of his neck. He was not a heavy sleeper due to the hunter life that he had grown up with, but if you woke up before he did, you had the chance to observe his peaceful state.
Despite your love for the bunker, you preferred waking up next to him in a motel room, solely because you admired the way thin rays of sunlight shone through the curtains and onto his face. Not only did it bring out his freckles, but also the flecks of gold in his stunning green eyes. You enjoyed the way that his eyelashes brushed the tops of his cheekbones, naturally curled. You knew he was waking up when his eyelids fluttered and his arm tightened around you.
The man was a human furnace. Despite the coldness of the bunker due to the concrete and lack of windows, you were always warm because of him. Heat radiated off his bare chest and through the cotton of your thin t-shirt. This morning was no exception.
Waking up in the bunker, you could always feel him before seeing him. Your bare legs were intertwined underneath the sheets and you felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you were able to make out the curve of his nose and his slightly parted lips. You were unsure as to what time it was, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care.
The three of you had just gotten back from a long wendigo hunt. You had camped out in the forest for nearly two days and spent the next three hanging from your wrists after being caught. Luckily, you were barely hurt, mainly just sore in your wrists, but you took one look at Dean’s face when he found you and you knew that you weren’t hunting for the next week. Four days later, and you were grateful for the break, having caught up on your laundry and eating Dean’s cooking every night. You took advantage of not being in a motel, and the two of you shared passionate intimacies every night.
You pressed light kisses on Dean’s neck, smiling slightly when his arm tightened around you and he let out a small groan. His other arm encircled your body and you made your way up from his neck to his lips. It was a soft morning kiss, a little bit lazy and a little bit sloppy but neither of you minded.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” he muttered against your lips, his voice deeper than normal.
“Mornin’,” you replied happily, kissing him once again. It was more passionate this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth and the two of you molding into each other as close as possible. You sighed, knowing you could kiss this man forever.
There were many nights (and mornings) spent in bed, making out like teenagers. Kisses with him always kept you on your toes. Sometimes he would leave chaste kisses, trailing from your mouth to your neck. Other times, he left open-mouthed kisses that explored all over your body. But your favorite kisses were the unhurried ones. His soft lips moved perfectly against yours, his hand cupping your cheek, and his tongue seeking entrance through your lips. They were slow kisses, ones that left you breathless and your fingers tangled in his hair.
You felt him harden against your leg and you touched him, earning a groan from Dean. He was thick and soft like velvet. You swiped your thumb over the head before slowly jerking your hand up and down, squeezing slightly, feeling heat pool in your belly at the noises he made. He slipped a finger through your folds to check how ready you were and you moaned at the feeling.
“All this, for me?” He teased and added another finger. You nodded, left breathless by the way his fingers moved and his thumb circled your bundle of nerves.
“Always,” you breathed out before moaning loudly as he slipped inside you. It wasn’t rough like last night. He wasn’t leaving bruising kisses on your lips or gripping your waist as you moved on top of him. Instead, you rolled your hips onto him, his thrusts meeting you in the middle. It was a slow rhythm, but one that was terribly delicious. It brought you quickly towards the edge and kept building from there. You shared deep kisses, your tongues dancing together. He swallowed your loud cry as you came around him and felt his thrusts get sloppier before you felt him explode inside you.
You collapsed on top of him, spent. Your heavy breaths matched his and he stayed inside of you, warming you from the inside. He pressed his lips against your forehead and you hummed, lazily opening your eyes to meet his in the dark.
“I love you,” you whispered. It wasn’t the first time you had said it. Hell, it wasn’t the hundredth time you said it. But each time you said it, it felt like the first time. His eyes filled with love and adoration and his breath hitched. His hand came up to tuck your hair behind your ear before his hand cupped your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.
“You too, sweetheart,” he said, with a gentle kiss to your lips.
Dean Winchester was not a man of many words, this you knew. He struggled with his emotions, even as a kid, but you soon realized that it was not his words that spoke volumes but rather, his actions. It was in the way he kept an extra flannel in the backseat of Baby for you and how he drove an extra 10 minutes on supply runs to the next market for your favorite green tea. It was in the way he looked into your eyes as he thrust into you and how he carried around tampons in his bag just in case you needed one. Hearing him say those three words were far and few between, but it didn’t matter to you. With him, there were no words needed.
Warnings: minor language, lots of kissing !!!, just overall fluff lol
Summary: Soulmate!AU– Everyone has the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrists. You and your cat are living a normal life in Fort Collins, Colorado when three men come bursting through your door, completely changing your life. Reader-insert story. Starts around S06E08, but Sam has his soul, and it doesn’t really follow the series from there
A/N: HELLO i apologize that i keep taking FOREVER to get these chapters out. i think what i’ll start doing is release a new chapter every week along with a one shot at some point during the week. my requests are open if anyone wants to send in a prompt for a one shot! please enjoy this fluffy chapter, as i’m planning on having a couple of angsty ones after this <3
Masterlist | When the Stars Align Masterlist
The first thing your mind registered was the solid, warm wall of muscle under you, an arm swung heavily around your waist. Dean’s breath puffed against your hair. If it weren’t for the mild rumbling from his chest, you wouldn’t have noticed his soft snores. You nuzzled into him and his arm tightened, pulling you closer. Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the light streaming through the curtains, the clock glaring the time, and best of all, a very sexy, very naked Dean Winchester under you.
You took the time to silently admire the natural curl of his long eyelashes and how they brushed against his cheekbones that were dusted with light freckles. Your eyes drifted further down to his pink lips, remembering how soft they felt against yours. You saw the tattoo under his collar bone and began tracing it with your finger. He began to stir a second later, letting out a soft groan before kissing you on the side of your head.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” came his gruff voice, deeper than normal. The sides of your mouth slowly raised as you turned in his arms, your eyes meeting his. They were still glazed over with sleep, but you didn’t miss how filled they were with adoration for you. He brought his lips down to yours, pressing them softly against each other in a gentle morning kiss.
“Good morning, Bean,” you whispered against his lips. The kisses began to deepen, and you could feel him growing hard against your leg. You pecked his mouth once again before moving to get out of bed, against his protests.
“Come on, we just woke up,” he argued and you rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile playing on your lips.
“I gotta get to work soon, and I’m not gonna let you distract me with sex, Winchester.”
“You like it when I distract you with sex,” he retorted. You could feel heat pool between your legs as your feet hit the floor. The coolness from the wood immediately hit you, and you used this moment to derail your heated thoughts.
A rug. A big, fuzzy rug that your feet could sink into every morning. You made a mental note to come back to the topic later, interested in the different types of rugs that you could pick.
You pulled on Dean’s discarded black t-shirt that was on the floor and made your way to your drawers to retrieve a pair of underwear and thick socks. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Dean pulling his boxers up his legs. He smirked at you when he saw what you were wearing.
“You’re adorable,” he cooed, before his arms snaked around your waist, trapping you against him once again— not that you were complaining. You leaned into him, finding comfort in his strong embrace.
“Come on, Bean, let’s go get some grub,” you said, and the two of you made your way to the kitchen. Meatball was curled up on the couch. He glared at you and you felt guilty for locking him out the previous night. It was the first time he hadn’t slept in the same bed as you, and clearly, he wasn’t happy about it. You scratched behind his ears and decided to give him a few of his favorite treats later to make up for your lack of attention.
Dean started brewing the coffee while you put two bagels in the toaster. You pulled out the cream cheese and boysenberry jam from the fridge and placed them on the table before grabbing knives for spreading. You liked how domestic it felt, just to make breakfast with Dean in the morning, and couldn’t help the pang in your heart at the thought of not doing this again.
Despite your intimate moment together last night, you had not forgotten about the woman in his hotel room, the date you missed with Thomas, the copious amounts of crying you had done in the past 48 hours, not to mention the conversation on where this relationship was going. You couldn’t quite explain why, but you felt a storm heading your way, and from the way that Dean was pleasantly ignoring the issues in your relationships, you knew that he felt the same.
Lost in your thoughts, you completely missed Dean cooking eggs, but suddenly there was a plate containing scrambled eggs and a bagel in front of you along with a steaming cup of coffee. The two of you sat down and began eating.
“So, what time do you head to work?” Dean asked as you watched him spread a layer of cream cheese over his bagel.
“I’ll probably leave around ten,” you said, looking at the clock hanging on the wall. You had about an hour and a half to eat and shower before then. He nodded and took a bite, closing his eyes and groaning at the flavor. You giggled and his eyes snapped open.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m slowly getting used to home-cooked meals again,” he said and you nodded.
“Yeah, I’m sure it’s been like what, years?” You asked, and he shrugged.
“Something like that. We’re usually just eating burgers at a diner or grabbing something at the bar,” he replied and you nodded, not surprised as you knew that they were always on the road.
“What are your plans today?” you inquired, trying to keep the conversation going, but not really knowing what else to say. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I was thinking about taking you out to dinner tonight, if you would like, but between now and then I might just hang around here if that’s okay,” he said and you smiled. He wanted to take you on a date. You nodded.
“Yeah make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back around five, and we can go to dinner after?” you suggested.
“That sounds good, sweetheart.” The two of you shared a smile before resuming the meal. Breakfast was a quiet affair, the silence was comfortable enough that you didn’t feel the need to talk, and you guess Dean didn’t either.
It was 9:17 by the time your plates were cleared. You stood up and grabbed your plate, but Dean took it from your hands.
“You go get ready for work. I’ll take care of everything,” he offered, and you thanked him before going to your room.
Meatball was snuggled amongst the pillows on your bed. His ears perked up when you walked in and began to purr.
“Hey buddy, I hope you’re not mad at me,” you cooed, petting him. “It’s just that me and Dean needed some alone time yesterday, but I promise even with Dean around, nothing is going to change between you and me. You’re still my number one guy,” you joked and planted a kiss on the top of his head. He let out a yawn before closing his eyes and going back to sleep. You stripped off Dean’s shirt along with your socks and underwear as you made your way to the shower, turning it on and letting it heat up before getting in.
Water streamed down your body and steam filled the room and you felt your muscles relax. You were not looking forward to today. Thomas hadn’t talked to you since you rejected him on Saturday night, but you knew that you would see him when you went into the bookstore today. How could you explain what happened? You didn’t even know if Dean planned on sticking around this time or not. A part of you felt guilty that you turned down Thomas’ date and less than two days later you were going to go on a date with another man, but the other part of your brain justified your actions with the fact that Dean was your soulmate, not Thomas.
The bathroom mirror was fogged over by the time you got out of the shower. After you brushed your teeth and moisturized, you wrapped your hair with the towel and made your way to your room. The streams of sunlight were no longer beaming through your window as they did in the morning. Instead, there was a nice beacon of light flowing in, and you appreciated the way it lit up the room. It was a cloudless day, nothing but the sun and blue sky. You opted for a loose dress that flowed with every movement. It reached mid-thigh and had thin straps, so you also grabbed a cardigan knowing the bookstore can get chilly sometimes.
You had a little over ten minutes before you headed to work. You heard the clinking of plates coming from the kitchen, and you were confused. How was Dean still doing the dishes? It’s been over half an hour.
His back was facing you when you walked in, and you were a tad bit saddened when you saw that he had pulled on a shirt, presumably when you were in the shower. You admired the way his muscles rippled in his shirt, remembering how safe you felt in his strong arms. He was standing at the sink, scrubbing away at the dishes, nearly done.
“You know I have a dishwasher, right?” You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. He turned his head towards you and chuckled.
“I always wash them by hand,” he stated and you grabbed a clean towel before walking over to him. You stood by his side and began drying the cleaned dishes, placing them on the counter for you to put away after.
“Always? It sounds like you do this regularly,” you noted, wondering why he washed so many dishes if he and Sam were mainly staying in beat-up motels, pretty much always on the road.
“Oh, well… you know,” he stammered, and you tilted your head and looked at him with a questioning glance. He shrugged his shoulders.
“Sometimes Sammy and I cook in the motel rooms,” he finally said, his eyes not meeting yours.
“Um… okay,” you trailed off, slightly confused as to why he was being so weird. During breakfast, Dean made it sound like they never cooked and always ate out, but you shook your head, clearing it of thoughts. You were definitely overthinking it.
With the two of you working together, the dishes were cleaned and put away in no time. You filled Meatball’s bowl, as the furry feline rubbed his head against your shins. You kissed him on the head like you did every time you went out. Despite finally knowing that you weren’t going to die in a shootout or bombing like you had originally thought because of the words on your wrist, you couldn’t break the routine of loving Meatball before you left the house.
“Alright, I’m going now, Bean. Don’t get into too much trouble,” you said and you felt his arms encircle your body and he planted a gentle kiss to the side of your head.
“Have a good day at work, sweetheart. I’ll see you tonight,” he murmured and you relaxed in his arms for a second, relishing in the comfort that it brought. You placed a light kiss on his neck before pulling away and grabbing your purse and keys. Dean followed you out of the kitchen and to the front door, and you waved as you walked out, smiling at the sight of Dean leaning on the door frame with Meatball sitting next to him. You could get used to that view.
You didn’t live far from the bookstore, but today, the drive felt extra short. As you got closer, your stomach formed knots, unsure of how you and Thomas’ relationship stood. You even sat in your parked car for a couple of minutes but knew you had to go inside before you were late for work. You saw his car parked a few spaces down, and you gathered your courage before closing your door and heading into the store through the back. It was fairly empty by the time you got in, an occasional customer wandering around, aimlessly staring at the shelves of books on your walls.
Thomas wasn’t anywhere in sight, not that you were actively looking for him in the first place, so you decided to open a new shipment of books that you had received that morning and began to tag them. It took about twenty minutes to label and enter them all into the system, but when you were done, you put them on a cart and wheeled it towards the direction of the fiction books. You spotted Thomas in an aisle, and you contemplated pretending not to see him, but you knew that you should talk to him. After all, he was your best friend.
“Hey Tommy,” you started, as you approached him. You saw his body tense for a fraction of a second before he continued putting away books, acting as if you weren’t there at all. You blinked, realizing he was giving you the cold shoulder.
“I’m really sorry about Saturday. Trust me, I had no idea Dean was coming. I certainly didn’t ask him to,” you tried, but he went about his business and you scoffed.
“Really? You’re ignoring me? What are you, five?” You asked, frustrated by his behavior. You couldn’t change the past, and it wasn’t like you wanted Dean there in the first place, it just happened. The next best thing you and Thomas could do was at least talk it out. He spun on his heels, a blank look on his face.
“It’s fine,” he clipped out, obviously not fine at all. You sighed, at least he was talking to you.
“Can we talk about it, please? You’re still my best friend, and I don’t want this to be the reason why you’re not anymore,” you asked, hoping he would say yes. He let out a resigned sigh before nodding his head.
“Yeah, let’s talk about it over lunch,” he said, and you nodded quickly, glad that you would at least have the chance to patch things up. He turned back to his work, and you took that as your cue to get back to yours. You wheeled your cart out of the aisle and to the far wall so you could shelf them. The day passed by fairly quickly, as there was always more work to do on Mondays since the bookstore was closed on the weekend. You were sitting at the service desk when Thomas tapped you on the shoulder, his jacket on his arm.
“Ready to go?” He asked, somewhat normally. The two of you hadn’t talked after your brief conversation this morning, but his shift in mood filled you with hope. You grabbed your cardigan, nodding, before heading to lock the front of the store, putting up the sign that said you would be back in an hour.
He led the way to the diner down the street that you enjoyed eating at. Despite being lunchtime, there were a couple of open tables and you were immediately seated and handed menus, not that you needed them. You already knew that you were going to get a salad and Thomas was going to get a chicken sandwich. The waiter came by and took your orders, before leaving two glasses of water on the table and walking away. There was a low rumble of talking surrounding you, but it felt like there was a bubble around your table, creating an uncomfortable silence.
“Thanks for getting lunch with me,” you said shyly, and he looked up from the table and nodded at you.
“You were right. I overreacted. I know that he was the last person you were expecting to see at your door. I’m happy for you that he came back, but I’m not saying his timing was amazing,” Thomas replied, and you let out a sigh of relief, knowing he wasn’t going to lash out at you. You gave him a hesitant smile, and he smiled back, reassuring you that everything was okay.
“I know what it’s like to be with your soulmate. No matter how little time Lucy and I had, it was the happiest part of my life, and I would do anything just to get another second with her,” he admitted with misty eyes, and you wanted to give him a hug, but he shook his head before you could move.
“Anyways,” he continued, clearing his throat, “how are things going with Dean?” You shrugged, looking down at your lap, your thoughts jumbled up in your brain.
“What Dean and I have… it’s different. I don’t know exactly how this whole ‘person that was perfectly made just for you’ concept goes, but with him, I feel everything more strongly. He could make me feel like the happiest person on Earth one second and the next it feels like someone is ripping out my heart. You and Lucy grew up together, you guys never had the awkward first date type of thing. It was natural. Me and Dean, on the other hand, I don’t know. I want it to work out, I really do, don’t get me wrong, but I feel like there are so many things against us. This past weekend with him was amazing, but I know that he’s eventually going to have to go back to work, and he’s going to leave and I’m going to be sad again,” you confessed, your voice cracking towards the end, but luckily there were no tears in sight. You were grateful that you were able to get this off your chest, a small voice nagging in the back of your mind all weekend. Thomas nodded his head in understanding.
“I may not have had to work through as much with Lucy as it seems like you and Dean do, but I do know what it’s like to have your heart on the line, emotions out on the table. It’s scary sometimes, but if you trust him, then trust that he won’t take advantage of it,” he said, and you felt calmer. He was right. You trusted Dean with your life. You knew that you guys would still have little arguments and hurdles, but you would work through it together. It would take time, but it’d be worth it.
The waiter came back with your plates and the two of you began eating, the conversation getting lighter as you moved away from the topic of relationships and just caught up with each other about the past couple of days. Apparently, Thomas’ brother was in town and crashing at his place. You didn’t know much about his brother, other than the fact that he was older and only reached out to Thomas when he was in trouble. You didn’t want to pry too much, as it didn’t seem like Thomas wanted to share a lot of information, but you got that even though he wasn’t really happy with the situation, he still wanted to help his brother out.
You briefly talked about the new books that the bookstore received and other work-related topics. The check was split and the two of you headed back to the store, your friendship nearly restored. You were thankful that it went smoothly.
“Tommy,” you said, as he was reopening the store, “thank you for being so understanding about the whole Dean thing. You could’ve been a jerk about it and been angry but you weren’t.” He gave you a sad smile.
“As I said earlier, I know what it’s like to be with your soulmate, and I wouldn’t want to be the one to get in the way of that feeling,” he said, giving you a hug. You were surrounded by the familiar scent of his laundry detergent and you calmed down.
Before you knew it, the clock read a quarter to five, and you grabbed your bag, saying goodbye to Thomas. The drive home felt long compared to this morning, and you were excited for your date with Dean tonight.
You smiled as you pulled up to your house, seeing the Impala parked out front. You hopped out of the car, opening the front door and making your way inside, frowning when you didn’t see Dean. You went to your room and stifled a giggle at the sight of Dean splayed out on your bed, Meatball curled up on his chest, both asleep. You pulled out your phone and took a couple of pictures before walking over to them.
Meatball woke up first, slowly blinking as he stared at you. You scratched behind his ears and he settled back down, eyes closing again. You ran your hand through Dean’s hair once, and his green eyes were lazily opening.
“Hey Bean,” you cooed, brushing your fingers against his cheek. He smiled and leaned into your touch.
“Hey, sweetheart. Is it five already?” He asked, still a bit groggy. You nodded.
“Yeah, I just got home. Did you clean my room?” you asked, noticing how the clothes that were strewn all over the floor were gone as well as the nearly empty tequila bottle that was next to your bed. The sheets were pulled up and the pillows were fluffed, Dean just taking a light nap on top of the covers.
“I got bored,” he said, sheepishly. You smiled at him.
“Thanks, that was really nice, you didn’t have to do that,” you said and he winked at you.
“It’s my pleasure.”
Meatball opened his eyes once again, annoyed by all the noise and he stood up, stretching on Dean’s chest before leaping off and leaving the room, his paws padding across the hardwood floor.
“Suddenly you’ve become his favorite,” you commented and Dean laughed.
“I found a bag of cat treats in the cupboard and I might’ve fed him like half the bag,” he said. It was your turn to laugh.
“That’s one way to get to his heart,” you joked, laying down next to Dean on the bed. He rolled towards you, catching your lips in a kiss. It was a soft kiss, the kind that was innocent, it left everything to the imagination.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmured against your lips.
“Hi, Bean,” you said back, smiling, before crashing your lips back together in a heated kiss. His arms wrapped around your waist and he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, as he held you close. His tongue slipped through your lips, dancing with yours. The two of you made out like teenagers, only stopping to catch a breath. You were the first to speak.
“Are you still taking me out on that date?” He nodded, pecking your lips once more.
“Should I dress fancy? Or is casual okay?”
“Casual is good. I’m going casual,” he responded, and you smiled.
“Okay. I gotta get ready, do you wanna go around six?” you asked, knowing that gave you a little time to change and clean up a little bit.
“Yeah, I’ll see you at six,” he said and you got up from the bed.
“Where are you going?” you asked, only to get a wink in return before he walked out of the room. You shook your head with a smile. He was definitely up to something.
You took off your dress and put your hair up before slipping into the shower to quickly rinse and shave your legs, just in case. You brushed your teeth and moisturized once more. You decided to take care of your hair last and went to your closet to find what to wear.
You considered wearing another dress, but you figured you might get a little cold, as it tended to get chillier at night. You decided on an AC/DC t-shirt that was tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans. You grabbed a cropped leather jacket and pulled on a pair of combat boots.
Not much of a makeup girl, you opted for a swipe of mascara as well as a little bit of concealer. You applied chapstick and a little lipgloss. You pulled your hair out of its bun and brushed it through, getting rid of all the tangles. After trying a couple of hairstyles in the mirror, you decided to just leave it down, knowing you could throw it into a ponytail if needed.
Just as you were exiting your room in search of Dean, you heard a knock at the door. You opened it and there stood Dean with a smile on his face and a rose in his hand. He wore blue jeans and a black t-shirt with an open denim button-down on top that peeked out underneath his black cotton jacket.
“Hiya, gorgeous, this is for you,” he said with a smile and handed you the red rose.
“Hi handsome, it’s beautiful,” you blushed as you smelled the rose.
“You’re beautiful,” he retorted and you laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
“You can come in, I’m going to put this in some water and then we’ll go, okay?” you asked, and he nodded, stepping inside. You rushed to the kitchen and put the single rose in a thin vase before kissing Meatball on the head and rejoining Dean by the front door. You grabbed your purse and phone, locking the door behind you.
“We’re taking Baby,” Dean said, and you smiled, excited to ride in the Impala once again. He held the car door open for you, closing it once you were safe inside. You giggled at his chivalrous gestures and he winked at you when he got in the car.
“Ready to go?” he asked, and you nodded. Baby’s engine purred and the two of you sped off into the night.
