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Rare Find

For ease of access please find below links to all my previous stories; Sam and Dean Series Requests and Stand Alones Lil Winchester Heart Song A Love She Never Knew Dear Diary High School Sweethearts Reader Title Challenge Enjoy my lovelies. Regards, Bec Xxx Stand Alone Rare Find (Part 1 of 2)

WORD COUNT: approx. 3000

Sam and Dean sat at the table in the back of the bar, both of them talking quietly. This last hunt was a doozy; it had really knocked them for a six. Dean watched curious as a rather gorgeous woman approached the two of them, she looked familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint it. He looked her over, tight jeans that hugged her legs and arse, flat stomach a low cut button up tank, her brown hair in loose curls falling over her shoulders and resting on her breasts, her eyes crystal blue, he had no other way to describe them. They were such a light shade of blue, maybe with a hint of green. It was like staring into the ocean in some parts of the world. Her eyes captivated him, he struggled to pull his gaze away from them long enough to pay attention to the words that came out of her mouth. ‘Hi, I am so sorry to bother you both. I was just wondering if you are Sam and Dean?’ Her voice was accented slightly, but Dean still couldn’t pin point it. He couldn’t make out who she was or where she was from. ‘Who’s asking?’ ‘A friend of a friend,’ she smiled, her smile was innocent and as captivating as her eyes. It was so girl next door, and yet under it there was a toughness that only a few knew of. ‘And who might that be?’ Dean asked. He watched as she ordered some drinks and slid into the booth with them. ‘What if we aren’t who you’re looking for Sweetheart,’ Dean smirked. ‘I have a feeling you are.’ Dean watched as she took a drink of her cider, the way her lips touched the bottle. He shifted uncomfortably. She was absolutely intoxicating. Damn he needed to get laid and soon. ‘What can we do for you?’ Sam asked her smiling. ‘I’m trying to find my sister and her last known contact was with you two. She told me that you could help her with her…’ Dean watched as she pulled a face and tried to find the right words, before stopping as a couple walked past. Ok, she was aware of the supernatural. He couldn’t decide if this was good or bad. ‘Predicament,’ she explained finally. ‘Who’s your sister?’ ‘Bela Talbot.’ Y/N watched as Dean spat his whisky over the table. ‘Attractive,’ she sighed. ‘Bela’s your sister?’ Dean coughed. ‘I thought she didn’t have family?’ Sam asked. ‘It’s a long story. But yes I am her sister, and I haven’t heard from her in a week and that’s not normal. Her deal was due to be closed but she said you two would be able to help her. So I thought that maybe…you knew where she was?’ The two men looked at her, there was tears glistening in her eyes. Now that they knew who she was it was obvious, she was just like her sister, just as elegant, just as hot. The difference she was softer spoken, her accent not as thick and it was obvious she was not as confident as her big sister. ‘Have you heard from her?’ The two men looked at each other and Sam cleared his throat. ‘No, sorry Sweetheart. Last time we heard from her was a couple of weeks ago and she was fine then,’ Dean told her. The boys watched as her face fell, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over as she looked to the ceiling and took a few deep breaths. ‘So what’s your name?’ ‘Y/N. I am sorry I bothered you, really I am.’ Dean watched as she got up and left the table and headed outside. ‘Dean,’ Sam told him quietly. They both knew what happened to Bela. She screwed them over one too many times and they wiped their hands of her. ‘I know Sammy. We screwed up,’ Dean sighed. He got up and chased Y/N down into the carpark. ‘Y/N,’ he called approaching her, eyeing off her car, a black new model Dodge Challenger. While it wasn’t old school it was a thing of absolute beauty. ‘Do you have a number we can contact you on? In case we hear from her?’ Dean asked. He felt guilty keeping things from her and lying to her, but there was no way he could tell her the truth. Y/N nodded and leant into the car to find a business card. Dean used this moment to check out her arse, God it was just wow. ‘Here,’ she told him quietly. ‘Y/N Talbot, Antiquities and Rare Acquisitions,’ he read. ‘So what, screwing people over is the family business?’ He watched as a small smile appeared on her face, she had her sister’s smile. ‘I find it surprising how much hate you have for my sister, especially when she only speaks highly of you,’ she frowned. ‘We have our differences. I think you sister has a lot of potential if she used it for the right reasons.’ He watched as she bit her lip to stop from smiling. ‘I can’t argue that. Bela and I are in the “Family Business,” as you put it. But we have a difference of opinion on it Mr Winchester. I acquired the artefacts the same way but to destroy or hide them. Some of these should never see the light of day. My sister is more concerned about the bottom line.’ ‘Yeah that sounds like Bela,’ he chuckled. ‘So what, you are a hunter’s friend? Find the bad stuff and get rid of it?’ ‘Basically. I want to rid the world of evil not encourage it.’ ‘Your sister?’ ‘Wanted the best for me, and didn’t always go about it in the best manner. But name a sibling that does. Everyone makes mistakes all with good intentions.’ Dean frowned at her, something about her tone made him want to ask her to explain it, but the look on her face told him to shut up. ‘If you hear from her, please let me know.’ Dean nodded as he watched the woman climb into the car and drive off into the night. ‘What do we do?’ Sam asked quietly coming up behind him. ‘I have no idea,’ Dean sighed.

Over the next couple of weeks, the two men thought about Y/N on and off, they googled her, did everything they could to find more information but she didn’t exist. She was nothing more than a ghost. But then so was Bela when they looked.

Sam went off for a run and Dean sat in the motel room looking at the business card in his hand. Eventually it got the better of him and he dialled her number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Y/N?’ ‘Yes?’ ‘Dean Winchester, I thought I’d call and see if you’d heard from Bela.’ ‘Right. Hi. No, I haven’t.’ Dean heard her voice shake some and felt terrible. ‘Have you heard anything at all?’ ‘No sorry,’ he told her, feeling guilty again for lying. ‘I’m not liking my chances of finding her alive,’ Y/N told him quietly. She felt stupid confiding in a stranger but it was something she needed to admit out loud, something she knew was the truth and something that she needed confirmed and who better than a hunter, one with such a solid reputation. One her sister said she could trust. ‘Neither am I. I’m sorry Y/N,’ Dean told her quietly. He heard her sigh shakily, and could picture her blue eyes looking to the ceiling, closing as she tried to stop the tears. ‘So what are you going to do now?’ Dean asked her. ‘Ah I have talisman I am searching for, so I will focus on that I guess.’ ‘Need help at all? Company? I know it can’t be easy and Sam and I have nothing on?’ Dean offered, it seemed the least they could do. ‘Maybe, I don’t know. I’m not the best company right now.’ ‘Meh, we are just as crappy to be around so it will work out fine.’ He heard her chuckle and smiled as she agreed. She gave them her hotel room details and told them to come on over whenever.

The boys rocked up a few hours later and were impressed. The hotel she was staying in was rather posh and extravagant, silk sheets, several bedrooms, spa, double showerheads, the works. Dean took in her appearance, her outfit once again showing off all her features. She had a tight black skirt that came ¾ the way down her thighs with a split up the front, a black fitted blazer that was buttoned up, with what appeared to be no shirt underneath, a nice amount of her breasts was showing. Enough that it was sexy as hell without being too slutty and black strappy heels. Her hair once again Talbot trademarked, curled and flowing loose. Y/N caught Dean staring and looked at him curiously. She couldn’t make out the look on his face, whether he was disgusted by her or pleased to see her. She knew her sister liked him, but she got the feeling it wasn’t returned. She considered cutting all ties with the two men, but to be honest their help in obtaining some artefacts would be invaluable and it also saved her having to wait for the bruises to heal. That was yet another difference between her and her sister. While Bela was a master thief and con artist, Y/N was better at the fight and survive stuff. She did the physical side of things and the computer work. Bela did the sweet talking and slight of hand thing. Y/N felt Dean’s eyes on her still and started feeling self-conscious. She was wishing she had of stuck to the jeans and a tank top. She was a more laid back, relaxed style of clothing person, her sister the opposite. But Bela had worked hard at establishing a reputation and image for the “family business” and she swore to uphold it. She ran her fingers through her hair, shifting it off her face. Dean struggled to take his eyes off her. ‘So what are you looking for?’ Sam asked, embarrassed about his brother’s behaviour. ‘The 5th pentacle of Mars.’ The boys looked at her blank. ‘Not much of hunters are you?’ she smirked. ‘What is it?’ Dean grumbled. ‘Its one of the sigils of Solomon, basically it causes demons to obey the wishes of the possessor.’ ‘So it can control them?’ ‘Something like that, now most people can have this kind of control, well a small amount by performing a ritual and creating their own talisman. So in that aspect it’s not like finding it will stop anything. However, Solomon himself forged the one I’m after out of iron whilst he was wearing that pretty little ring the angels gave him. It’s incredibly powerful and dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘How dangerous exactly?’ Sam asked. ‘Given the right person, the right wishes and desires, Apocalyptic.’ The two men looked at her. This wasn’t good they agreed it needed to be found and destroyed. ‘Your plans?’ Dean asked. ‘Get the talisman, destroy the thing and then enjoy a nice hot shower.’ ‘Your sister’s plans that we normally get suckered into tend to go along these lines. Get the talisman, say you will destroy it, screw us over, leave town and get rich.’ ‘I’m not my sister and I am happy to do this your way if you want me to prove it to you,’ she offered. The boys agreed and went through the paperwork.

True to her word Y/N didn’t screw them over. The trio worked well together and Dean noticed by the time they located and were working on obtaining the talisman Y/N was looking to locate another. She was a workaholic, she showed the boys the list of things she had destroyed to date and they were impressed, especially given what some of them could do. She was as she described a do-good version of Bela.

Over the next seven months the trio worked together on and off, becoming good friends. Dean and Y/N especially, he found himself texting her to see how she was, or asking how a job went. Y/N and Sam exchanged emails over items, and became close friends. The boys knew she could hunt and that she enjoyed it so when they were together she would often tag along with them on a hunt.

Dean rang her one evening and organised to meet a bar near a job, He watched as she entered the room. She was wearing cut offs, a white low cut loose shirt, that once again showed her cleavage and under it was a deep burgundy lacy bra that showed through. She had on a necklace that hung down and rested between her breasts. God what he wouldn’t give to trace that with his fingers. A million thoughts ran through his mind, he ended up having to shift to try and get comfortable. Sam snorted as he realised Dean was once again distracted by her. ‘When exactly are you going to tell her?’ ‘Tell her what?’ ‘That you like her, want to jump her, would love a friends with benefits type deal, if not more?’ ‘I’m not.’ Sam raised an eyebrow. ‘Well, Maybe…if she shows an interest. I don’t want to ruin a beautiful friendship. ‘And loose out on the perve sessions,’ Sam corrected. ‘That too, I mean crap Sammy look at her.’ Sam grinned; he didn’t need to say anything. He had looked. A lot. But he wasn’t interested in her in the way Dean was. But he did appreciate a gorgeous woman when he saw one. Dean watched as she went to the bar and ordered, before heading over to join the two of them. She put down the drinks and Sam stood up and gave her a hug. Dean followed and pulled her in tight, breathing in her strawberry shampoo and jasmine and vanilla body wash. Y/N closed her eyes briefly as Dean hugged her. She could smell his leather and whisky scent. Their hugged lingered longer than it should have. ‘Long time no see,’ she smiled at them, sliding in next to Dean. The trio drank and chatted for a while, before Sam excused himself to head back to the motel. He was hoping that Dean would finely have the courage to talk to her, to tell her how he felt. Dean and Y/N chatted for a while longer. The conversation flowed easily. They two stayed at the bar for another couple of hours before Y/N decided to call it a night. ‘Really? You can’t stay a bit longer?’ Dean sulked. ‘Sorry Winchester, but I need my beauty sleep.’ ‘I doubt it will do much,’ Dean commented, once again looking her over. God she was hot there was no way anything could improve what he was seeing right now. You can’t improve a Goddess. He looked at her face and saw the horrified look and realised that his words came out wrong. That she had taken it the wrong way. Y/N knew she wasn’t gorgeous, she also knew that Dean wasn’t interested in her like she was him. But for him to say that just gutted her. She didn’t think she was that bad. ‘Crap, no I didn’t mean that. I meant it’s hard to improve what’s already perfect,’ he said quickly. Y/N nodded and stood up. ‘Well it was good to catch up,’ she told him. Her voice was unusually quiet. She gave him a small smile and headed off towards the door. Dean could have kicked himself. He jumped up and chased her down into the car park, and caught her before she got into her challenger. ‘I’m serious. You are hot as hell, no amount of sleep can improve that. There is nothing to improve.’ He looked at her, she hesitated unsure of what to make of what he said. ‘You’re the whole package Y/N, and I have wanted nothing more than to rip your clothes off and take you then and there since we met,’ Dean told her moving closer. He watched as her eyes lit up slightly, and she bit her lip. He put his hands on her hips and lent down and kissed her. He gently rubbed his thumb along her skin and felt her shift slightly and trying not to laugh. ‘You’re ticklish?’ he asked with and evil, cheeky grin. ‘No,’ she told him quietly, her face going bright red. ‘Sure,’ he laughed. Wriggling his fingers along her side watching as she squirmed. ‘I can’t say I expected that,’ he smirked. ‘There’s a lot about me that’s unexpected,’ she grinned. ‘Can’t wait to find out,’ he mumbled into her lips. He pulled her in closer, careful not to tickle her.

The two ended up back at Y/N’s hotel room. The night was better than he ever dreamed of. She was better than he ever dreamed of. The softness of her skin under his fingers, the smell of her body wash as he pushed up against her, the taste of her lips. Everything was pure perfection. He spent the night in silk sheets, not something he was used to. Waking the next morning he was in heaven to find he was still tangled up with her body.

A few days later, Y/N moved on she had a job to do 10 hours away. Sam and Dean a hunt seven hours in the opposite direction. ‘I’ll talk to you tonight,’ Dean told her as he kissed her goodbye. ‘I hope so,’ she grinned. He kissed her goodbye and watched as she drove off towards her job, Dean instantly regretting not going with her.

Over the next few months their relationship grew, as much as it can when you are leading two different lives on two different sides of the country. But they caught up when they could. Dean asked her several times about her past, her life growing up but it was a no go topic.

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Wish Upon A Star

Hello My Lovelies,

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Regards, Bec Xx

Supernatural (Dean x Reader) Wish Upon a Star

WORD COUNT: Approx 2,800

Dean watched as a forced smile slowly spread across her lips. He could see that mind of her working overtime to come up with a way to get out of what was coming.

‘What…is it?’ she frowned, cautiously poking the item in front of her.

Sam refused to answer, his triumph growing with each passing moment.

‘The deal is food, Winchester. This is…I don’t know what this is, but-.’

‘It’s a tofu, vegan, gluten free wrap.’

‘So, it’s death on plate with a side of torture?’ she offered, matter of factually as she smiled sweetly.

Dean chuckled, he knew that look. Not only was she unimpressed, she was going to make his brother suffer.

‘It’s longlivity on a plate with a side of thank me later,’ Sam grinned.

‘Sure, that’s what I’ll be doing. There are rules, Sammy. Killing me isn’t one of them,’ she sighed, she lifted the dish and inhaled. Her nose scrunching as she quickly put the plate down. She warily picked up the wrap and took a bite, gagging as she tried to chew and swallow the lunch. Her eyes shooting daggers at Sam the whole time.

This whole lunch thing the two had happening amused him. Each hunt whoever was the closest to solving the case got to buy lunch for the other one. Whatever they wanted. Sam was a health nut. Y/N couldn’t stomach anything in the lower food groups. Even the word salad made her retch slightly. The closest she got was vegetables on a pizza or burger. The two took great pride in torturing the other.

‘This is make you healthier, I swear,’ Sam laughed.

‘Excuse me, you were at my last physical. Tell me, what part of me needs to improve to get healthier?’

Sam flushed red as he fumbled trying to answer.

‘That’s right, Sammy. This woman is absolutely perfect. So perfect in fact, I deserve a crown,’ she grinned, pointing to her head. Dean watched as his brother dumped the empty take out bag on her head and headed for the bathroom. The second the door closed, Y/N yanked the bag off and turned her attention to Dean. He grinned, holding out his burger. He watched as that beaming smile he adored broke out across her face. She took a bite and stole some of his chips, before piling the salt onto her wrap.

‘Have I told you that you’re my favourite?’ she whispered. ‘There’s a reason I love you more than the other guy.’

Dean tried to smile and failed, his lips faltering. Y/N didn’t notice though, she was too busy trying to force herself to bite down on another mouthful as Sam came out.

He stepped outside into the evening. Letting the cool breeze ruffle his hair. The door opened and Y/N stepped out behind him, smiling as she linked her arm through his.

‘Tell me we’re going to a bar and getting drunk so I can flush the toxins from my body.’

‘Name a time we haven’t?’

She grinned at him as the breeze picked up, causing her to move in that little bit closer.

‘You planning on finding a friend tonight?’ she asked, quietly. ‘I can swap rooms if you want privacy.’

‘Nah,’ he smiled. ‘I’ve got the best company in the world right here. There’s no way I’d find another. Not tonight.’

She smiled and looked to the sky as they waited for Sam, ‘Make a wish,’ she prompted.

Dean frowned down at her, before following her gaze.

‘It’s the first star of the evening, Dean. Wish on it and it’ll come true.’

‘There’s always a catch with those things, Y/Nny.’

‘Probably,’ she grinned. ‘But nothing we can’t handle, right?’ she suggested proudly as she elbowed him gently in the ribs.

He chuckled, shaking his head. Knowing better than to argue he looked to the Heavens, closed his eyes and made his wish…

He rolled in his sleep, wrapping his arm around the pillow and pulling it in tighter. Hoping, just like he did every night, that one day she’d replace it. He froze, too scared to open his eyes. His fingers shifted slightly against the warm flesh that pressed against his body. He swore silently. He’d picked up. He told her he wouldn’t and he did. How was he ever going to convince her that he loved her…

‘Dean,’ Y/N’s voice mumbled, ‘tickles.’

His eyes flew open, taking in the woman that lay curled in his arms. He blinked, rubbing his eyes against his pillow and looking again.

She rolled over, smiling sleepily at him before gently pressing a kiss to his lips. He froze. Unable to response. To move. God, he wanted to feel her lips on him for so long. To touch her in this way since they met. But he’d never manned up. And now here she was, acting like they did it every day.

‘You ok? You look pale?’

‘Fine,’ he croaked.

She frowned, her delicate brow furrowing.

‘I just wasn’t expecting to wake up…here…with you.’

Her frown deepened as she watched him, ‘Where else were you planning on waking up?’

‘Ah…’ he hesitated, the correct answer was back in Sam’s room. But something told him that was the wrong answer. ‘What happened last night?’

‘We went to the bar, drank, came back to the motel, had sex, went to sleep.’

‘Maybe I drank too much,’ he mumbled, kissing her head. Savouring the feel of her beneath his lips.

‘You had two beers and we left early,’ she frowned. ‘You sure you’re ok?’

‘Yeah,’ he smiled, kissing her again, ‘never better,’ he mumbled, pulling her in closer as a small moan escaped her lips.

He waited until she left to get breakfast before searching their motel room. All his stuff was there. Every last bag and item of clothing. He had settled in, just like she had. He found his wallet, and looked inside. Smiling at the photo of the two of them. It hadn’t changed.

Over the next few days, Dean took notice of everything. Their lives were still the same. Y/N and Sam’s stupid bet still went on. Y/N’s obsession with bad TV and creating parodys of songs he loved continued. Sam never questioned their relationship. In fact, he didn’t even bat an eyelid as he walked in on Y/N kissing Dean. Or when they left to go back to their motel room.

Dean waited until Y/N had left to find lunch before approaching his brother. He didn’t have a choice. The guilt was eating away at him.

‘Ah, Sammy?’ he mumbled as his brother flicked through a book.

‘Yeah?’

‘How long have Y/N and I been together?’

Sam’s eyes lifted from the page, his eyebrow lifting into his hair, ‘She’s going to kill you.’

‘No. I mean. She won’t. She doesn’t know. I just…humour me. How long?’

‘4 years next month.’

Dean froze, his jaw falling open. That meant that they hooked up the first hunt they met on. That same hunt, they almost did but got interrupted. The one that had started his obsession with her.

‘No,’ Dean whispered. ‘We…Bobby called, we never did. We’re not together.’

Sam frowned, closing his book as he watched his brother carefully.

‘What’s going on?’

‘Four night ago, Y/N told me to wish on a star. I did. We were friends that’s it…now…’

‘You, you wished to be dating her and you are?’

‘So what it’s all some hoax?’ Y/N’s voice croaked suddenly, scaring both men. Neither had heard the door open. Neither knew she had heard the whole conversation. Dean turned, his heart breaking at the look of devastation that now rested on her face. ‘Some kind of trick? We’re not actually together?’

‘Sweetheart,’ Dean pleaded, hoping she’d calm down so he could explain. Tears welled in her eyes as she glared at him.

‘How long have you known?’

‘Since we woke up the other morning.’

‘You…you…,’ her jaw dropped as she gaped at him. Unshed tears filled her eyes, ‘Right.’ She dropped their breakfast on the floor and walked out, leaving the two brothers alone. Dean fought back tears, but let her go. He ran his hand through his hair and prayed that she would understand.

He stood and followed her outside. His chest grew tight as he looked at the woman standing on the porch edge. Tears stained her cheeks as she stood there quietly.

‘You should have told me,’ she whispered.

‘I know,’ he croaked. ‘But I was confused. I didn’t know what was real. What wasn’t. I didn’t want to come off like some kind of douche.’

‘Well, it’s not like it’s hard to do.’

His lip twitched as he reached over and wiped a stray tear from her cheek, ‘I guess not. So,’ he breathed. ‘What now?’

She shook her head as she inhaled shakily, ‘I don’t know. This, us. It’s real to me. It’s been real for four years. Are you sure we aren’t together?’

Dean nodded sadly, ‘Yeah, Sweetheart. I wanted it but it just didn’t happen. I never manned up enough to make a move and the odd couple of times I did, well someone interrupted.’

She nodded sadly, ‘I guess, if it’s not real. If…’ she sighed as she looked to the sky, closing her eyes for a few moments. ‘We have a case.’

Dean nodded sadly, cupping her cheek as he let his thumb rub softly over her lips before kissing her gently.

‘We don’t have to. We can just let things go. I can’t say I have any regrets.’

‘Dean,’ she sighed. ‘You and I both know that is the worst thing we could do.’

‘Yeah, but it will be worth it. You are worth it.’

She kissed him deeply, sending him weak at the knees before stepping back. ‘Glad to hear it, but it’s not right and you know it.’ She stepped out of his arms as the tears started to fall. ‘I’m, ah, going to go research in our – my – room. You ok to move in with Sam?’

His tears fell hard as he shook his head, ‘Y/N?’ he pleaded.

‘I can’t Dean. Knowing we aren’t actually together, that this is some kind of spell crap. I can’t. That’s not fair on either of us.’

She didn’t give him a chance to argue, to fight for her, for them. She turned her back on him and rushed into their joint room, closing the door behind her. He stared at their room, watching as a few minutes later she dropped his bag outside the door before shutting it again. His eyes closed as he fought back tears as he listened to the click of the lock as it put into place.

For two days, he listened to her sobs cut in and out through the walls that adjoined their rooms. For two days, he struggled to find any peace. He hated himself for causing her tears. He hated that she was no longer his. His wish had finally come true and he’d still lost her. The worst part was, he now knew what it was like to have her and he never wanted to be without her again.

Days turned into nights, and he found himself still sulking in his bed. Refusing to actively participate in any kind of research that would make their separation permanent. Sleep finally won out and he found himself on the cusp of dreams and reality. The motel door opened, and he listened as Y/N spoke softly with Sam. Her voice involuntarily settling him further.

‘I don’t know what else to do, Sammy,’ she sobbed. ‘There’s so much I need to say before it’s over. Before he…’

‘I know,’ Sam breathed, his voice catching. ‘There’s still time. It’s not over yet.’

Time. The word settling him into a deep sleep. He still had time with her. That was all he wanted.

He stirred as her soft hand slipped into his. Her fingers brushing his hair. A sigh released deep in his chest. She was back. He was thrilled to know she’d chosen them over hunting down the cause of all of. That she had dropped the case.

‘You don’t have to open your eyes. In fact, to be honest, it’s going to be easier if you don’t,’ she croaked. ‘I love you, Dean Winchester. Have for 4 stupid years. And I can’t lose you, not now. I know we’re just friends, but I want more. Always have. I’m just hoping you want the same.’

Her voice trailed off and he was met with silence. He waited for something more, for a sign she wanted him to open his eyes. Nothing came. He went to talk but the words got caught in his throat. He was surprised at the scratching that he felt. His brow furrowed deeply as he tried to remember the last time he had a drink.

‘Dean,’ she whispered again. ‘Dean, I need you to wake up. To fight this.’ Her lips pressed against his head as he tried to reach for her. ‘You’ve survived everything else. Survive this,’ she breathed in his ear.

He froze, her words echoing through his mind. Survive. His blood turned to ice suddenly as bright lights flashed in his mind. Dean’s scream as he pushed her suddenly. The pain as glass shattered around him. The cold damp ground as he suddenly collided with it. Y/N’s screams as she reached him. Her face, so devastated, so broken as she bent over him begging him to stay still as Sam called an ambulance.

‘Stay with me, Dean,’ she breathed.

He blinked at the ceiling, his eyes barely registering what they were seeing before Y/N collided with him. Her lips pressing against his neck. His body screamed as he used every ounce of energy he had wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his neck.

‘I thought… You scared the crap out of me,’ she cried.

‘Not going anywhere, Sweetheart,’ he rasped, before breaking out into a coughing fit. She stood up, reaching for his water cup, helping him take small sips. She moved to one side as the nurse checked him over, performing all sorts of tests before letting Y/N back in. She settled into the chair beside him, her fingers entangled with his.

He looked up to see Sam entering the room, his brother stumbling to a stop. Tears welling in the man’s eyes as he smiled at him.

‘You’re back,’ Sam breathed.

‘Had a reason to,’ Dean smiled weakly, as he lifted Y/N’s hand to his lips, kissing it gently before placing it back down.

‘Glad to heard it. Do you remember what happened?’

‘I made a wish, and we were heading to the bar. Then…I’m not sure.’

‘A drunk driver lost control of his car,’ Y//N whispered. ‘You pushed me out the way and took the brunt of the hit.’ Her words shook as her lip trembled. He squeezed her hand as tight as he could hoping that it did something to comfort her.

‘It was worth it.’

She shook her head as the tears fell freely.

‘Dean,’ Sam said gently. ‘You’ve been in a coma for three weeks.

He brushed a tear from her cheek as he smiled gently at the woman beside him, ‘No regrets,’ he croaked. ‘You’re worth it. I’d die for you. You know that.’

‘You’re an idiot,’ she sobbed.

‘I’m your idiot, so that’s ok,’ he grinned, causing her to laugh through the tears. ‘So three weeks,’ he mused. ‘Didn’t seem that long.’

‘Seemed longer,’ she muttered.

‘Yep,’ Sam grinned ‘Three weeks. Three whole weeks.’

Y/N froze suddenly.

‘You know what this means, don’t you Y/N?’ Sam grinned.

Dean watched as the woman beside him paled. ‘Oh shit,’ she mouthed.

‘I’m buying dinner tonight. There is this fabulous looking wheatgrass smoothie looking place down the road.’

Y/N’s eyes narrowed towards Dean, ‘You couldn’t have woken yesterday?’

His lips pursed as he fought back a laugh. ‘Sorry, Sweetheart.’

She grumbled as she collapsed back into her chair. He chuckled softly as he tugged on her hand forcing her back beside the bed.

‘I’ll make it up to you,’ he promised.

‘Yeah, yeah, sure you will.’

He took a deep breath as he bit the bullet, slipping his hand from hers, he pushed it behind her head and pulled her down towards him. He kissed her tenderly, as he tried to ignore his dry and cracking lips. Hoping they wouldn’t bother her. He pulled back eventually, letting his forehead rest against hers.

‘There’s a reason you’re my favourite and I love you more than the other guy,’ she smiled.

Dean grinned as he kissed her again. The nurse came in, wanting to do another set of observations, causing Y/N to move away once more. She stood by his window staring at the sky as the nurse ran through his vital signs.

‘Hey, Dean?’

‘Yeah?’ he smiled.

‘Make a wish, it’s the first star of the night.’

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