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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 4277

Warnings: Implied smut, drinking, angst, fluff, character death

A/N - This is my entry for @therealdeanwinchester13 writing box challenge - I received the prompt: Write a story that involves a countdown. Start the story at 10 and end the story at 1

A/N 2 - Also shoutout to one of my best friend’s, Ty, who I don’t know the username of, but I know he’s stalking me and waiting for this. My dude, here you go.

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated :)

Ten years. Some would say that ten years was a long time, but not for a nineteen year old especially when you had your whole life ahead of you. You were stupid and naive. You knew that but you would sell your soul again in a heartbeat,especially when it was to save your family. They had all died, leaving you behind, survivors guilt you would have called it and it was, that was how you felt. You felt guilty for not dying, that you were the only one left. The stories you heard about making deals with crossroad demons had to be a myth but it was worth a shot. You had to try and save your family because in all honesty you couldn’t live alone.

You kissed the demon to seal the deal and it was done, your life would be over in ten years but you didn’t care, your family would learn to live without you. I know hypocritical, right?

The years rolled by and you felt even more guilt with each passing day, soon you would be leaving your family but what really got you was how close you all were after the accident had happened.

Your family had become solid unit, they became more greatful for what they have already rather than focusing on what they didn’t. They said their grace at the table, thankful for living another day, thanking God that they hadn’t died the day of the car crash. You nearly balled listening to them, you could barely keep it together, nearly blurting out that you only had half a decade until your death had come to pass.

With six years of your death sentence gone, you wasted no more of your life, if you had four more years left you were going to live your life to the fullest. Although you never finished school, you wanted to enjoy your life before you died. You went to a convention and met your favourite celebrity, oh yeah that would be what you take to the grave. You went skinny dipping, saw the northern lights, swam with dolphins, hugged a few seals, managed to learn enough Spanish to go to Barcelona and went to Disneyland in Florida. To others it may not seem much but it was everything on your bucket list completed.

What you didn’t anticipate was to fall in love with someone; that wasn’t supposed to happened, especially when you only had two years left.

You had come back from Florida and landed back in your hometown, you had three years left but had already got so much done. With your suitcases in tow, you made your way to the nearest bar, not bothering to go home just yet. Ordering a drink, you tucked your bags under the counter of the bar.

Nodding your thanks to the bartender, you sipped at the liquor, not wanting to down the whole thing. A tall, beautiful, green eyed man took a seat next to you. You were a goner as soon as you locked eyes and he gave you a boyish grin.

‘Boyfriend kick you out?’ He innocently inquired, glancing at your bags.

You laughed at him, throwing your head back, ‘that’s a great first sentence. You use that pick up line a lot?’

Green Eyes pouted before apologising, ‘I just assumed. Pretty girl like you, suitcases, and you’re alone drinking whiskey.’

‘I thought that was your way of asking me if I wanted to get outta here and forget out him, who you thought he was.’

He turned his body to face you, he leaned in, his breath hot on your neck, ‘we can if you want to.’

‘There’s one thing I wanna know though, before we do get outta here.’

‘Shoot, Princess.’

You pulled back, whispering in his own ear, ‘who’s name I’ll be screaming again and again.’ Biting his ear, you leant back in your seat, watching as his expression turn from shock to lust in a matter of seconds.

‘Dean, and you might be?’

You thought it over; would you give him a fake name and leave him in the morning where he couldn’t find you, or just give him your real name and add this night to your achieved goals that you didn’t know you wanted until now? ‘(Y/N), my name is (Y/N).’ You gave him a sweet smile and ducked your head.

Dean gripped your chin and tilted your head up, planting a quick kiss on your lips, not giving you enough time to respond as he just as quickly pulled away.

Once you downed your drink in one go, he grabbed your suitcases and lead you out to his car; a beautiful in its own right at that.

The black, retro, muscle car stood out against all the new, more modern, models of cars, yet they couldn’t compare to the prize that sat in front of you. ‘Wowza.’

‘Yeah, I know right.’

‘She’s freaking gorgeous!’ You exclaimed excitedly, sliding a hand over the hood of the chevy as Dean packed your suitcases in the trunk of his car.

‘How’d you know my Baby was a she?’

Shrugging, you answered, ‘eh, lucky guess. It definitely wasn’t the goo goo eyes you were making at her when we walked over here. Looks like I have a little competition, huh?’

‘Well Baby can keep me warm at night but I can’t snuggle with her in a bed now, can I?’

‘Wouldn’t have taken you for a snuggler, Dean.’ You had trouble keeping the smirk off your face.

Dean slammed the trunk shut and made his way over where you were still standing, wrapping his arms around your waist. ‘There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, (Y/N).’

‘Uh huh, that would be because we just met, you dork.’

‘Guess we should get aquainted then get to know each other real good.’

With your arms around Dean’s neck, you pulled him closer, closing the distance between you, kissing his lips. ‘Let’s go then.’

It wasn’t a surprise that when you woke up Dean wasn’t there, his clothes weren’t where he had thrown them across the room. The sheets were cold but you didn’t expect any less, the only good thing about it was that the pillow still smelt like him; leather and – was that, gun powder?

Whatever it was, he smelt good.

You ripped the sheets from your body, not caring that you were naked; you were taking a shower. Surprisingly, the motel’s water pressure was heavenly, the strength of the water pelted again your skin, rinsing off the suds that clung to your body.

Half way through washing when a pair of arms wrapped around your torso, you squealed and turned in their arms, your arm swung up ready to throw a punch before you realised who it was and relaxed.

‘Dean. Don’t do that!’ You shouted, hitting his chest. ‘I thought you were gone.’

‘Couldn’t stay away from you, pretty girl.’

‘Such a sweet talker.’

‘Only for you.’ He grinned.

You nodded, ‘uh huh, how many women you said that to?’

Dean tipped his head forward, leaning his on your own, ‘women? Just you. Girls that didn’t stand a chance? none. But if it’s any consellation, this is the longest I’ve ever stay and to be honest I don’t wanna leave.’

He kissed the tip of your nose, his lips moving down your jaw, suckling at your neck. ‘I have a feeling that there is a but at the end of that sentence.’

‘I have to leave soon.’

‘And there it is.’

Dean shut off the water, carrying you back out into the bedroom.

He shrugged on his brown faded leather jacket, his mouth never left yours, his tongue licking over the roof of your mouth, swirling with yours.

Dean left not long after, no promises of seeing each other but left behind the best night of your life.

A couple months had passed and you were still adding things to your bucket list, ticking them off a lot more slower as you went. You still lived with your parents and siblings, wanting to spend as much time with them as humanly possible, they thought it was because of the car accident; they were both wrong and right. Close to midnight, it was time for bed the endogenous pacemakers inside you telling your body to shutdown and go to sleep. Getting changed into your pyjamas, you made your way to the bathroom and quickly brushed your teeth. Once spat out and rinsed, you buried yourself under the fluffy, warm quilt, sighing in contentment before closing your eyes. Just as you were about to go into the depths of your dreams, your phone flashed alerting you of an incoming text message. *Go to the window* 'What the hell?' You whispered, mostly to yourself. It was an unknown number. Groaning and whining, you tossed off the sheets with a small flick of your wrist. You were shocked to say the least, you didn't expect the person on the other side of your window to be the guy you had been constantly on your mind, but there he was. 'Dean?' His brown hair was spiked, his green eyes still prominent in low lighting, the leather jacket he wore all those nights ago clung to his back, thrown over a grey tee and a green flannel shirt. He was still the same man from all those months ago, yet he looked like he had aged a few years. His shoulders were hunched like the whole world rested on his shoulders and maybe it did, it could have been a whole different world to yours but his body language said it all; he looked as if he was about to explode. 'Hey,' he whispered, barely able to hold eye contact. 'Hi.' You usher him in silently, sure not to make a lot of sound, hoping that no one in the house has heard a thing. Grabbing his hand, you lead him to your bed, sitting cross legged on top of it, waiting for him to talk. Coughing to clear his throat, he talks 'I'm sorry.' He blurted out in a hushed tone. 'Why?' You laugh. 'I don't know. I text you in the middle of the night, and know where you live, I thought you'd think I was a stalker...or something.' You smirk at his uneasiness, 'nah, I think it's sweet. You went through all that trouble just for me.' Nonchalantly, you shrug like it's not a big deal, internally, you were freaking out. You had wanted to see him again but thought that it was just another one night stand for him, another notch under his belt. One and done. Love 'em and leave 'em. You get the gist. But why was he here now? 'Before I left, I - um - I got your phone number, I was hoping to see you again sooner but something happened. I ended up in the hospital and my dad died saving my life.' His voice broke at the last sentence, trying and failing to keep it together. His head topped forward, trying to conceal the tears that were falling from his eyes. 'I didn't know where else to go.' Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you let him bury his head in the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his short locks. 'Shh, Dean. I'm here, okay, I'm right here. I'll stand by you.' With the awkward position you were in, you kept fidgeting, trying to get into a comfortable position, but to no avail. Dean noticed your constant movement and removed himself from your body. 'I'm sorry,' he sniffled, 'I'll go.' 'No, stay.' Shifting back on the bed, you got yourself under the covers and opened it up, waiting for Dean to slide in next to you. Lying on your back, Dean rests his head upon your chest. 'Thank you' You kiss his forehead and snuggle into the mattress beneath you, and Dean on top of you, his full body weight a comfort to your chest, him curled into your smaller frame. Quiet muttering fell from his lips, inaudible ones at that, so you carded your fingers through his hair, humming a random, soothing tube that came straight to mind.

Your parents had come to check on you in the morning, seeing what was taking so long, you were usually up before them. A hot cup of coffee in hand, while you read the newspaper and wrote in your journal.

When you didn't show after two hours, they glanced at each other and shrugged, having their silent conversation. Maybe you were just having an off day, and did your usual but instead in your bedroom. They were stunned when you were wrapped around a man of your age. Dean's arm was around your back and his hand resting on your shoulder, pulling you down to him. Even in his sleep, he couldn't help but cling to you. Your father was going to lose it, he didn't want anyone near his baby girl, even if you were in your twenties. Your mother saw his rugged expression, and put a hand to his chest, effectively pushing him out the door and shutting it behind her. Your father gave your mother a confused look but she only smiled, glancing back at the closed door. 'She loves him.' She simply said. He replied through gritted teeth, 'how do you know?' 'I just do.' Your mother smiled, an grabbed your father's hand, pulling him back down the stairs to leave you be. She had never seen you cling onto someone in your sleep, you barely even did that when you were young. Sure you would snuggle against them every now and then but never clinging to them like they were your life line like now. She couldn't have been more right. Even in the short amount of time you had known the broken man, you did love him and you couldn't help it. Even if you wouldn't admit it to yourself yet.

Waking up, you found yourself in a tangle of limbs, your eyes fluttered open and were met with the most majestic yet sleepy green eyes.

'Hey,' you whispered, your breath softly hitting his face. You smiled against his lips as he pressed them to yours sweetly. 'Hi,' he said back. 'You sleep okay?' Dean's smile softened, you could tell that you might have hit a nerve, maybe he thought you were treating him like a caged animal, one that didn't need to be talked down at. But then he surprised you. 'Yeah, it was nice, you know? Just to let something go. But I still feel guilty, that's not going away any time soon.' With the both of you on your sides, you had no where else to look but at each other. A crease was forming in his brow as you admired his godlike beauty, the crease in which you reached up and stroked your thumb over to get rid of. 'It's okay, you don't have to talk, thank you for sharing even that much. You barely even know me and I get the whole bottling shit up until you explode.' You mumbled a trust me under your breath before you asked Dean if he wanted some breakfast. He muttered a yeah, please into the pillowcase he buried his head into but you caught his muffled response. When you got downstairs, you noticed that your parents were acting strangely, a little stranger than usual. They were whispering to each other in hushed tones, looking and pointing at you. You continued to cook your breakfast a little more than usual due to Dean eating as well but you didn't want them to question it. That was a path you didn't want to go down, especially with your parents. You had finally had it when the whispered became a little louder and you heard an ask her from your father. 'What?! Just spit it out already!' Your parents were taken aback, you rarely ever lost your temper so they must have realised that they had pissed you off to a certain degree. You saw the not so subtle nudge your mother gave to your father. 'Who's the guy?' You blinked at his bluntness, but appreciated that he didn't beat around the bush. You quickly came up with something that wasn't completely a lie, but wasn't the entire truth either. 'He's a friend who needed someone to be there for him. Someone he loved died, then he got drunk and called me so I went to go meet him. He was too intoxicated and we were close so I brought him here. Is that all?' When they nodded that they were done, you turned back to your scrambled eggs and waffles that nearly burned because you weren't paying attention. You quickly dished up two plates and put them in a tray, a coffee for each of you, syrup and whipped cream on the side. Opening your bedroom door, you entered with a tray full, 'not to be alarmed or anything but my parents know your here-' Dean shot up at the mention of your parents, he was beginning to panic a little. 'How?' He interjected quickly. You sighed and told Dean to take the tray from you so you could sit cross legged in front of him the food in between the two of you as you bag an to eat. 'Not sure about that part but I just told them that you were a friend who got drunk and called me for assistance. Sorry.' He cupped your cheek and tilted your head to look at him. 'Hey, there's no need to apologise,' he leaned forward a piece of his waffle still in him mouth, still so fresh that you could taste it as he captured your lips with his; your lips curled against his own plump ones. 'So what's gonna happen now? Do you have to go back?' You asked as your eyes hovered looking over at his own, trying to get a read on what your future with him held. That spell was broken as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against yours. 'I will do, my brother, he still needs me.' You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, you didn't want to feel this way but Dean had a pull on you that no other man has had within the time space you had known him. 'I get it. I wish you could stay here but family is important, I know that.' But I'm selfish. 'And I want you to go to your brother. He needs you and you need him.' But I need you too. 'When do you have to leave?' 'Maybe tomorrow. I wanna spend time with you before I go.' 'Can you promise me something?' Dean doesn't do promises but he wants to hear what you have to say. 'What is it?' 'That you'll stick with your brother no matter what,' you sniffled. 'And that if you ever get the time you'll come visit me, even if it's just for a little while?' You know you were asking for way too much, that he shouldn't be promising to see you again when you've only spent two days in his company; not even that. 'I can promise to try. I'll try and come back to you, whenever I can and as for my little brother, I'll always be there for him. I'll do that. For you. For him. For me.' 'What do you wanna do today then?' You asked, trying to change the subject to a more positive note. He shrugged, 'it's up to you, s'your neighbourhood.' 'Well it depends, do you want adventure or relaxation?' You cocked your head to the side as you thought about what there was to do here. 'All about the relaxing now.' 'Okay, um, there's an arcade about three or four miles from here, then we could go out to a diner or have a picnic, if you want. Just a suggestion.' You rambled, scratching at your skin; a nervous habit. Dean's hand covered yours and stopped you from tearing the skin on you hand apart, he smiled softly, easing your nerves. 'How 'bout we do all a those. Picnic first for lunch then go to the arcade, then to the diner for dinner. Maybe we can do something else too.' Without thinking to much into it, you automatically said, 'what would we do?' And then it clicked as he gave you a cheeky smirk, 'oh, ohh!' You giggled, 'yeah we should definitely do that.' He must have been satisfied with that as he his smirk turned into a grin, making his teeth more prominent, portraying his excitement for the day ahead. You continued to eat your breakfast in a comfortable silence, smiling at each other every now and then, looking forward to spending the day together in each other's company. When you were finished you got dressed casually; a tank top, knee length shorts, pair of sneakers, thankful for the warm weather, you completed the look with a blue plaid shirt.

Dean luckily bought an over night bag with some extra clothes that he changed into. He helped you pick out the food and drink to take with you - mostly consisting of junk food and beer - but you could live with it, especially when you only had a few years left. You eanted to enjoy life with him as much as you could.

Dean spent as much time as he could with you, he took care of his brother; so far he kept his promise and for that you were thankful.

It wasn’t until he had to leave for another unknown reason. You didn’t see him for another nine months, you were running out of time. It was dangerous to love Dean the way you did; it was selfish. If you became attached, you would only be hurting yourself in the end. You couldn’t help yourself. Every time you would give yourself a pep talk into pushing him away, he would flash you a smile, kiss you and make all reasonable thoughts drown in your mind. He left you breathless and wanting more, something that he never denied you.

He showed up bloody and bruised, you never knew what he did, but you never pried. It worried you to no end but still you tried your hardest to patch him up and stop the bleeding, doing as he instructed.

Another year passed, Dean came and went, his visits staggered but he was still trying. A few days until end of your ten year death sentence was nye. You thought you were going crazy, you heard scratching at the door and growling. When you looked through the peep hole, you didn’t see anything so shrugged it off and walked away.

This time, you called Dean to see if he was free to spend the next couple of days together, if you were to be happy, it was to be with him. That was your final wish that you quitely spoke to whoever was listening. Someone must have been gracious enough to grant you that as Dean accepted your invitation to spend a week together, just the two of you. You didn’t need a week though.

The growling and scratching became louder. When you asked Dean about it he said he hadn’t heard anything but as he was denying you accusations of the noises, they sounded again. They were more persistent this time, they scratched the bottom of the door off.

‘Oh no,’ your heart dropped, you finally realised what this meant, your time was over.

‘What?’ Dean asked from his position on the couch seeing that you had cowered into the corner, rocking back and forth clutching at your ears, attempting to block out the sound.

‘I’m sorry.’ You cried.

Dean was helpless as he saw the door swing open due to an invisible force. He couldn’t hear, nor see the monster that was after you, but when his senses caught up with him, he was too late. Marks from the hell hound began to to drag down your torso, you fell on the floor, the hell hound ripping your skin to shreds. It was like the air was leaving your body but when Dean tried to help ypu and haul the invisible hound from your body, you were already spewing up blood, coughing on the fresh liquid, spurting over his face as his hands covered your wounds – the ones he could put a hold on anyway.

‘What did you do?’ His eyes searched your eyes, begging you to tell him what was going on but he didn’t know what to do, how to help you. It was beginning to be the end. He was scrutinising you, he knew that these would be your last moments together.

‘Accident...Ten...Demon deal...sorry...love you...’

Dean closed his eyes as he took in your disspersed words and pieced them together; you had sold your soul to save those that were in the accident. You had told him that you loved him. He did all he could think of to do, he pressed him lips to yours one last time The hell hound had torn your skin for the final time, your flesh torn apart, the light from your eyes was slowly dissipating until you took your last breath and the hell hound had left you to meet in hell.

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120 years later…

‘Dean?’

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