An Autumn Chill.↝ Dean Winchester x Reader.
Pairing : Dean x Reader Summary : A year has passed since the man you loved met his untimely demise and everything you thought you had moved passed comes back full circle. Warnings: Post Series Finale, m!spoilers! Three hundred and sixty five days. That’s how long it's been since you’ve heard his laugh, seen his smile, felt the warmth of his touch. Dean Winchester left you here three hundred and sixty five days ago without warning. It took half of that time accepting the fact he was gone, and up until now you had began to feel normal again. This dreadful day however, came to set you back into your grief. In remembrance in every time you shared a laugh, shared a kiss, felt his embrace, and countless other memories that in the moment felt so small but now meant the world to you. He taught you so much about yourself, and unbeknownst to him, he quickly became the most important person in your life. The day was spent seeing his face in strangers you passed. Little things reminding you of him. Feeling as if he was right behind you, but in fear of disappointment you would never look over your shoulder. Unable to face the reality, the heart break that he was gone for good. There wouldn't be anymore nights in the impala, the two of you singing your hearts out. There wouldn’t be any more cheesy movie nights, or evenings where the two of you would sit in silence holding one another. Furthermore, you recompiled questions you never got to ask. Cursed yourself over the petty arguments the two of you shared over the years. You thought you had come to terms with that months ago but on this day, a year later, those feelings all swelled into your chest, welling up your eyes, breaking your heart all over again. The night was spent in his clothes. The clothes you formerly pushed into the back of your closet space. Unable to face them, but today you conquered that fear. Welcoming the faint smell of him that lingered on the fabric. The red flannel fitting you loosely, just like most of his other clothes did. For the first time you built the courage to go through old pictures. Scrolling through the digital memories, and although he didn’t typically like taking pictures, the few you had of him and with him were enough to make you cry. This led you to the message thread, a year ago his last text was sent to you. ‘Be home soon.’ Dean wasn't the best at texting, but the effort was there. Especially when you didn’t tag along for hunts. You found yourself curled up in your bed, laughing quietly at how he roughly explained how hunts were going via text. You even found the time he used ‘lol’ for the first time, it put a smile on your face. Eventually you dragged yourself from beneath the weight of your blankets, just to dance around your bedroom space to a playlist the two of you curated together. Between each song for about an hour you found yourself pausing, the feeling of him being heavy in the room around you. Had you not known the signs of a ghost being near, you would’ve thought he was there with you. But that wasn’t the case. He was gone for good. Jack was at least kind enough to inform you he had his own heaven custom tailored. You knew Dean was happy and content, even without you being there. Even though it comforted you, it broke you all the same. As the night prepared to end your phone buzzed. It was Sam. The youngest Winchester who had been grieving all the same. You two parted almost a year ago from the bunker and hadn't looked back since. This phone call however, it was needed for the both of you. The two of you spent till sunrise recalling the man that you loved. And for a moment, as the sunrise was on the horizon, the room went cold. You could see your breath, and feel a subtle graze against your hand, a chill dancing against your skin. The moment passed quickly but you knew it was him. It was mere seconds but it meant everything to you.
