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[soaringeag1e]

Time

Jensen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Heartache, injuries, Blood, Sweet Caring Jensen {I know, doesn't seem really Christmasy haha, sorry, not sorry.}

Words: 2,252

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She spent the day putting up her tree and decorating her apartment, keeping busy and trying to keep her mind off other things. She desperately wanted to feel the spirit of Christmas, feel excited and cheerful, but those moments didn’t last long unfortunately. Even with lights hanging throughout the space, her tree bright green and sparkling with twinkling white bulbs, she just wasn’t feeling it.

She was sucked in by the lights on the tree as they took turns lighting up, a few knocks going unnoticed as she was spacing out, lost in her thoughts. It takes a few more attempts from her visitor before she finally gets pulled out of her trance and hears the thuds against her door.

Glancing down at the glass in her hand, the melted ice tells her that she’s been spacing out for a lot longer than she thought, but that doesn’t surprise her honestly. Setting her holiday drink on the table, she moves towards her door where a few more knocks come through. Peeking through the peephole, she grows a bit confused when she sees who it is and quickly pulls on the locks to reveal her friend on the other side. He gets startled after the long dragged out silence but smiles when they lock eyes nonetheless.

“Hey! I was beginning to think you weren’t home.”

“No, I just um…” she pauses, looking back into her apartment to where she was glued just seconds ago. “I’m sorry.” she apologizes in a quiet breath, hesitating to look her visitor in the eye before changing the subject. “What are you doing here? I thought that you were in New Mexico working on…” When she can’t continue her sentence he raises his brow, a smartass smirk growing on his face.

“Big Sky?”

“Yes! That.” She looked embarrassed as she couldn’t remember the name of the show he was currently involved with.

“Well, it’s nice to know that you’re so into it.” he tells her, the sarcasm not going unnoticed. 

“Hey, I’ve been busy.” she counters, letting him in the apartment. “And I’m halfway through season two now, so…”

“So…you haven’t even made it to my episode. Good to know.”

“Did you just come here to give me a hard time? Because I’ve had enough of that this year.” Her tone changes as she closes the door. “Best friend or not, I’m just not in the mood.” As she roughly rubs at her eyes, his heart sinks. The relationship he has with her has always been playful. It was his job to mess with her and it always made her smile, but sadly he has underestimated the pain she has taken on in the last year and hasn’t adjusted his teasing accordingly.

Her body flinches just a tad when he slides his arms around her, but she quickly melts into him, dropping her arms into his chest and letting him squeeze her tight.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers faintly, kissing her temple sweetly but never loosens his grip. He feels her relax more in his arms, the tension he could feel in her entire body slowly slipping away the longer he holds her. Minutes pass and he doesn’t know how many, but honestly doesn’t care. But what she says next fills his heart with pride.

“I needed one of your hugs today.” He can hear the emotion in her voice but knowing that he was able to bring something good to her keeps his happiness up. “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“You always seem to know when I need you the most and I don’t get it.” Jensen smirks, his pride only being fueled more.

“Magic.” he tells her as he pulls away, locking eyes with her. “If I told you my secret, I’d have to kill you.”

“Please, do.” She comes back with a not so sarcastic response and Jensen just has to remind himself that pain and anger makes people say that kind of stuff. It wasn’t long ago that he felt the same way.

“Can’t do that. Sorry.”

“Why?” she whines, dropping her head to his chest.

“Because you mean too much to me.” he says simply, but the feelings behind it are anything but. Which in turn makes the next few moments painful even for him.

She scoffs and pulls away from him, moving towards the table where her drink waits, the ice practically gone now.

“With the group of friends you have? Trust me, you won’t be missing me long.” He swallows back his initial reaction, pushing the sting his heart took way down and attempts to forget about it.

“You’re wrong.” There’s no joking in his gaze now, not that she expected it. But she doesn’t see that look often and it was definitely one that hit her hard. “Listen,” he starts before taking a few steps closer to her. “I know what you’re going through is hard and I know you’re hurting, but I promise that it will get better.” Honestly, he expected an eye roll or something, but it seemed that she understood he was being serious. “He may not know what he lost but we do, and we won’t make that same mistake.” Her eyes dropped to her drink, emotions coming to the surface again. He’s not sure what to say now because he’s finally let go of some of the things he’s been holding in. At least the more appropriate things. But as he scans the apartment and sees the tree all dressed up in the corner, he smiles, grateful that you were able to at least decorate for the holiday.

“It looks great.” he points out, stepping around her to get closer to the holiday staple. “I was afraid you weren’t going to decorate at all.” he admits, not taking his eyes off the twinkling lights.

“I almost didn’t.” she confesses, not moving from her spot. “But, I was hoping that it would help pull me out of this a little bit.”

“I think it will.” he nods softly as he turns back to face her.

“I don’t know about that.” she tells him, emotion heavy in her voice. “It hasn’t done anything so far.”

“Just give it time.”

“Ugh.” she grunts heavily, spinning around to make her way into the kitchen. “Time. It’s always about time, right!?” She raises her voice a bit as she makes it to the counter and pours more alcohol into her glass. “After being torn away from your family as a kid, give it time. You lose someone you love, give it time. Your husband cheats on you and throws away sixteen years of your life, give it time!” she cries, tears slipping from her eyes as Jensen makes his way towards her. Her body trembles from anger but she tosses back the liquid she just added to the glass, not really bothered by the strength of the drink. “You know what they all have in common, Jay!? No matter how much time you give them, they never go away! Ever!” she screams, slamming her glass down onto the counter as the anger she was feeling made her lose all control over her actions. Seeing this, Jensen surges forward but it all happens way too fast.

The second the glass touches the counter top, it shatters. Chunks of the glistening pieces fly across the counter in all directions, falling to the floor and sliding with their momentum. But it was the painful cry that Jensen was focused on. Glass crunched under his boots as he rushed to her side, blood dripping onto the counter and the fallen shards of glass as she raised her hand to see what she just did to herself.

“Let me see.” Fully concerned, he reaches for her hand, gentle so as not to hurt her more than she already was. She quietly huffs and moans in pain as he inspects it. It takes him a moment to see how bad it is and he becomes grateful when it doesn’t look like she needs stitches, but he does see a piece of glass sticking out from her wound. He glances up briefly, seeing that she’s only focusing on the cut. “Hold still.” he tells her before carefully removing the shard from her hand. She hisses in pain but it needed to be done. “Here, come here.” Keeping her hand elevated, he swipes the towel from the counter and then escorts her into the living room, helping her onto the couch. “Keep it up, I’ll be right back.”

Careful not to slip on the glass near the kitchen, Jensen rushes down the hall and into her room. He’s gone maybe thirty seconds, if that. He’s been in her house before, he knows where everything is. Especially the first aid kit. This wasn’t the first time he had to patch her up after hurting herself, but this definitely was the worst injury he’s had to help her with.

“Alright, let me see.” he says as he re-enters the room. Grabbing onto your coffee table, he pulls it closer to the couch and then takes a seat, situating himself so that he could fix you up without having you stretch your arm out too far.

“I’m sorry.” you whimper softly and he glances up through his lashes before focusing back on your hand.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” It falls silent after that for a bit. She flinches a few times as he cleans up the wound and checks to see if any more glass was hiding inside, but otherwise he gets it as clean as he can and then starts to bandage it up.

“You’re right.” he finally breaks the silence, not looking up from his task as he continues. “It never does go away.” he admits and then falls quiet again. But only for a minute or two. “But, eventually you will get to a place where you won’t think about it as much. And if you do, it won’t hurt as bad as it does now.” Silent sobs shake her body a bit as she listens to him, the pain of what she’s been through tearing through her more than that glass did to her hand. “Listen,” he says as he tapes off the bandage, making sure it’s secure and then he looks up at her. “Your scumbag husband lost his fucking mind.” The anger is visible in his gaze, but she knows it’s not meant for her. “To have one of the most amazing women on this planet choose him and love him and do anything for him just to turn around and…” his jaw locks as he reminds himself to keep calm. But that’s just something he can’t do fully.

“Fuck him. Okay? You deserve a million times better than him. You deserve someone who cares about you and takes care of you just as much as you do for them. No more of this eighty, twenty shit, you hear me?” Tears continue to slip from her eyes and though he knows they won’t stop, he reaches up and wipes a few away anyway. “So, yeah, it’s going to take time and it’s going to hurt like hell, but I swear to you, somewhere down the road you are going to look back at this and see how much of a blessing this was. You’re going to be able to wake up every morning and not feel like death when you roll out of bed. You’ll be able to drive home, take showers and fall asleep without crying every time. Right now, it doesn’t seem possible, I know, but it will happen. I promise you.” 

Silence fills the apartment after that. The two of them soaking in the speech and just letting the moment be for a minute. Then Jensen reaches up and wipes away her tears again, this time clearing her face as no more were falling at the moment.

“Ready to get some sleep?” Unable to speak, she just nods softly. “Alright.” pushing himself up from the table, he helps her up and escorts her to the edge of the kitchen. “Why don’t you go and climb in bed, I’m gonna…” he pauses, looking over all the glass everywhere. “I’m gonna clean this up.” When he looks back at her, he gives her his best grin. She takes it and slowly turns and starts walking down the hall, but she stops a few feet away, looking back at the man in the kitchen, setting the dustpan on the counter and beginning to sweep the floor.

“Jensen?” Hearing his name, he stops. “Thank you.” A smile grows on his face and he sends her a nod. But when she doesn’t move, he pushes her a bit. 

“Go on. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” This time, he watches her walk down the hall and disappear into her room.

The feelings he’s harbored for her for so long now have a chance to come out, but he has to hold them back for a while longer. Yes, she may be single now, but with the healing that she has to go through, he can’t be jumping in the deep end right away. The last thing he wants is to become the rebound or end up hurting her even more because he gave into his desires too soon.

He loves that woman, more than he realizes to be honest. So the only way to keep her is to wait. To give it time. 

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Christmas Boredom

Dean x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language?, A Mix of Sadness and Fluffiness

Words: 782

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A light dusting of snow was leftover from a bit of snowfall earlier in the week, but nothing that jeopardized the roads too much. Christmas was right around the corner and honestly, it felt different this year. In a good way though. A really good way.

Needing some things for dinner and just a few things to stock up the cabinets at home, you had run out to the store along with a trip to the post office and stopping for gas plus a few other things that came to mind while you were out. Needless to say, instead of spending just a couple hours out and about, you were gone for more than five hours. But you felt accomplished, your to-do list was now crossed off.

Once you pulled down your street, you admired all the decorations that your neighbors have been putting up over the past few weeks, loving how creative a lot of them were. It’s only when your eyes catch a certain batch of new decor that you become a bit shocked.

Pulling into your driveway, you can’t take your eyes off the roof as you put your car in park. Leaving the groceries for the moment, you climb out, your eyes glued to the top of your house as you walk a little closer. Your smile slowly comes back along with an excitement within you as you look over the string of lights that somehow just decided to blanket your house for the season.

“I can’t tell if you’re in the Christmas spirit or if you’re just bored!” Those gorgeous green eyes you love so much eventually pop out from behind a large snowflake decoration that’s standing tall on the shingles and then something else you love joins them. That damn smirk of his.

“Uh…both!” The man admits before securing the snowflake for good and then he turns to climb off the roof. You know he’s perfectly capable of doing such a task, but the thought of him falling still makes you nervous.

When his boots land on solid ground, he turns, his smile growing as he leans down and kisses you sweetly, melting your heart and probably even the snow around you.

“Hi.” his gruff voice sends shivers down your spine and always has. You love it just as much as you love him.

“Hi.” When your eyes go to scan his handy work, his green orbs drop to the snow at your feet before he lets out a heavy sigh.

“Do you know how hard it’s been to not look up weird things or to check the news for suspicious activity?” Your expression softens. “I mean…I am trying so hard but it’s just…” he huffs, slapping a hand to his thigh as he scans the neighborhood.

Feeling his struggle, you step forward and place your hands on his cheeks. He seems too ashamed to look you in the eye at first, but eventually he does. But you can see how bad he’s beating himself up for all this.

“I want this.” he admits, his voice coming off crackly. “I really do. I want you to know that.”

“I do know that.” you tell him, your voice as soft as your touch. But he still hates himself for struggling with the normal life.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” you tell him, a little more firmly. Your hands press a little tighter on his face as you force him to look at you once again. “It’s hard. I know it is and I am so proud of you.” he scoffs, not because he doesn’t believe you but because you know that he doesn’t think there’s anything for you to be proud of. “Hey. You’re doing better than you think.” He tries to hide his eye roll, but you know him too well. “One day at a time.”

“I just don’t want to let you down.” Hearing that hits you hard. Your chest starts to hurt and tears instantly fill your eyes.

“You’re not.” you tell him as strongly as you can, but your voice is weaker than you want it to be. “I swear to you that you’re not.” With tears in both your eyes, Dean leans in again, kissing you like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Now…” you get out when he takes a second to breathe, getting him to hold off on another kiss. “If you end up going on a hunt and lie to me about it? That’s a different story.” That’s what brings his grin back.

“I won’t. I promise.”

“Damn straight you won’t. Because you’ll be taking me with you.” Dean’s smile grows before he captures your lips again.

“That’s my girl.”

[soaringeag1e]

Merry Christmas!

Sorry I still haven't gotten my crap together. But I do have some Christmas fics coming your way, starting tomorrow.

Hope everyone is doing well! And I hope you all have/had a wonderful holiday!

Talk to you soon

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Hey, Fam!

I hope that everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving if you celebrate it! If not, I hope all has been well!

So sorry for the silence. I hope that you guys enjoyed the last chapter of Escape if you've gotten to it and I honestly hope you enjoyed the series as a whole. Still feels weird to open my laptop and not go into the next chapter haha

But anyway, I've been trying to get around to setting up a new series for you, it's just been a pretty hectic few weeks on my end. First with Thanksgiving and all and then I've been dealing with court dates, paperwork and all that....divorce sucks.

I have a bit of a calm zone for now, so we'll see what I can get going here. I'll try to have more info for you guys later this week.

Until then, I love you guys and I hope everything remains good on your end

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Escape {70} Final

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, A Tad Bit of Sadness, Fluff

Words: 2,114

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The cold weather wasn’t as extreme as it has been in the past, but today was definitely one of the nicest since the flowers had bloomed and the trees were filling out. A perfect day to have off work, especially with you.

You had wanted to go out and enjoy a nice lunch somewhere, preferably a place with outside seating so the two of you could enjoy the day, and Dean knew exactly where to go. It was a nice little place just up the street from the precinct, the balcony out back was blocked by trees, shielding everyone from the streets and giving a nice intimate setting. Plus, now that everything was filling out and the flowers were splashing the town with color, it was the best place to spend such a beautiful afternoon.

Between everything that has happened in the last year, from almost losing you to practically his own life ending in the hospital and then actually losing his best friend just to turn around and get married and then go back to work after calling it quits for awhile, this felt like the first time in a long time that Dean was able to take a solid breath and not have to rush off and do something else. Plus, looking across the table at you and seeing the way your hair shined under the rays of the sun and the way your eyes seemed so vibrant, he feels like he hasn’t been able to enjoy your beauty for awhile either. Something that tore at his heart a bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” he slips, saying it out loud when all he was doing was thinking it. When your eyes lock with his and your smile shines he has to remind himself to breathe. It’s like having a first date with you all over again, but now you’re his wife. Something he still can’t believe.

Your cheeks darken and your head ducks a bit as you try to hide the blush. You busy yourself with grabbing your napkin from the table and placing it in your lap and it seemed to be just in time too. Just as you did, the waitress came out with your dishes. You had ordered some pasta dish that Dean was now kind of regretting he didn’t get and he had fallen in his usual hole of ordering a juicy burger with extra onions.

“That looks good.” he comments, nodding towards your bowl before snatching a fry from his plate.

“You want to try some?” As you grab your fork and spear a bit of everything, Dean shakes his head, not wanting to steal your food from you. But you’re not taking no for an answer. Cradling your hand under the fork so as to not lose anything, you reach across the table so he can have a bite.

The second it lands on his tongue he’s in love. The flavor is ridiculous and he’s trying so hard to savor the bite. If his burger is half as good as your pasta, then he can’t wait to attack it.

“Good?” All Dean can do is make satisfied groans which of course makes you giggle, getting him to open his eyes again and look at you.

“So good.” he adds when he finally swallows the bite down. He takes another fry from his plate and then he is so ready to grab that burger and sink his teeth into it, but before he can pick it up, he catches another glimpse of you and it has him hold off for another moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” you answer with a bit of a startle, but you’re smiling. “Yeah, I’m fine.” A small chuckle comes from you, but Dean picks up the nervousness in it and his concern grows a bit more. “I um…I have something for you.” When you reach for your bag Dean is instantly trying to think of what you could possibly have for him, but the entire thing has caught him off guard. “I was going to wait until after we ate, but…” you pause as you struggle to remove whatever it is from your purse. “I just don’t think I can wait any longer.” you tell him as you hand off a thin square box.

He looks at it briefly before taking it from you, his mind racing on why you got him something. Did some special occasion pass? First date? Some new holiday that he didn’t know about? Was he about to be in the dog house for forgetting something important?

Slowly pulling at the ribbon, the string comes loose and he goes to lift the lid on the box. A card sits on top and it isn’t until he picks it up that he becomes even more confused.

Happy Father’s Day

He has to read over the words again, his heart racing a bit more as his brain begins to figure out why he’s getting this from you. He looks up to question you, but his eyes catch the next thing in the box before he can. 

His hand trembles as he sets the card aside and then grabs the soft material. Lifting it, it unfolds and falls open to reveal blue stitches. 

My Hero wears a badge 

I call him Daddy

The little shirt could seriously be worn on his hand, it was so little. But his heart swelled and without realizing, tears sprung to his eyes.

Again, before he can acknowledge you, he sees another object in the box. A small black and white, grainy picture. No perfect outline of a baby yet, but seeing as you don’t even look pregnant he can only assume you’re not too far along.

“I would’ve told you earlier but I just didn’t know how to. I’m sorry.” you finally speak, making his emotions a little more fierce. He nods lightly, gnawing on his bottom lip as he tries to hold it all in. “That’s why I’ve been so exhausted lately.” you giggle and that’s when Dean gets out of his chair and comes around to you. His hands lightly pull on yours and pull you up from your seat and that’s when he wraps his arms around you. His lips find your cheek and he just holds you for a minute before whispering.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” That’s when he pulls away, his eyes glistening but his smile beaming even brighter. He seems like he wants to say something, but it just doesn’t come out, so he just leans in and kisses you instead.

You’re not sure how long it lasted, but he rested his forehead against yours, telling you how happy he was and how much he loved you before his phone went off. He wanted to ignore it, but you could tell by the regret in his eyes that he just couldn’t.

“Just give me a sec, okay?” You give him a nod of understanding, taking your seat again as he steps away and giving himself privacy.

A heavy breath releases from your chest, one of relief since you’ve been holding this in for so long. At least it felt like a long time. You hated keeping it from him, but you just weren’t sure how to tell him and you just couldn’t stop overthinking it.

Watching Dean pace around while talking on the phone, you eventually get your own alert on your phone. You catch a glimpse of the text before it clears from your screen, smiling softly when you see that Sarah was checking in on you. She had been keeping up with you of course, being your confidant with all this and she knew how nervous you were for not only telling Dean but for what the future held for you now that you were pregnant. Being a first time mom and not planning on it, it definitely freaked you out. But she was definitely a great rock for you up to this point.

How’s it goin?

Another breath of relief leaves your body, taking some more stress with it as you text her back.

Wonderful 

-

2 Years Later

The chill in the air was almost comforting so Dean was in no hurry to get back to the car. Looking over the engraved letters and numbers, memories flashed in his brain. Some happy and others not so much. He tried not to think back to the last day Eddie was on this earth, but it was hard not to. Seeing that date, he just remembered looking for you and then knowing that while he was dying on the ground in the barn, Eddie was out in the woods, protecting you.

Little scuffles got him clearing his throat and quickly wiping at his eyes before looking over and smiling at the toddler waddling in his direction. Walking was a skill that was mastered about a year prior, but being so little, walking through thick damp grass was something the little one took a bit slower.

“Hey, buddy.” His little arms reached out for his dad, making all three smiles grow. But the little one only remained in his dads arms briefly before moving over to the stone sticking up from the ground. His little hands grabbed the rocky top and he held on for a minute before he laid his head down on it, almost like he was giving the stone a hug,

Dean's heart exploded with happiness and a small amount of heartbreak. There wasn’t a day that went by that Dean didn’t wish Eddie was there to work alongside him again and then after his son was born, he wished he was there to be another loving uncle in his life. But this was the closest the two would get to each other and that's what hurt him the most.

“Awe. You giving uncle Eddie a hug?” you say with a smile, walking up to the two boys. Dean looks up, his smile growing as he looks you over. Your hand runs over your slightly swollen belly as you grin at your son who is now wrapping his little arms around the top of the stone. “That’s so sweet.” It’s then that the boy pulls away, but only enough to now kiss the rock. It was definitely hard for Dean to hold himself together then, but he did. “Yep. We love you, huh?” When you squat down next to Dean, your son walks up to you, letting you take him in your arms while the three of you visit your fallen friend. A few minutes go by when your hand runs over Dean’s back and you smile at him.

“We’ll wait for you in the car?” Dean slowly nods, smiling at the two of you. “Okay. Come on, sweetie. Let’s give daddy a minute.” As you get to your feet, the boy leans over your shoulder, watching his dad while you both walk away.

“I wish you were here.” Dean finally whispers. His eyes still on you as you buckle your son in his carseat. “It’s weird because he reminds me of you.” he says as he turns back to the stone, a soft chuckle escaping him. “At first I thought it was just because we named him after you, but…that’s not it. Makes me wonder if you’re watching over him more than I think.” he laughs again and then takes a breath. “Well,” he says, wiping the dirt off the base of the stone. “Happy birthday, man.” 

Looking over his friends name one more time, Dean gets to his feet, holding onto the stone for balance at first, but for comfort after the fact. His hand pats the rigid rock, taking another moment before walking away and heading for the car.

Dean made it a priority to go and see Eddie’s grave every week. It’s just what he thought his friend deserved, especially after what he had done for you. But if a holiday rolled around, sometimes that one trip would turn to two. 

Dean felt like that’s the least he could do. He felt like he owed him his own life because if it wasn’t for him Dean would have lost you and he would have never gotten married, never had his gorgeous son and never would be living the perfect life he was right now. He had everything he ever dreamed of and it was because of Eddie that he had it.

There was no way he could repay Eddie for saving you that terrible night, but he definitely didn’t let a day go by where he didn’t talk to his friend and thank him for what he did and he never would.

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I'm Not Ready

Tomorrows the day.

The final Chapter of Escape.

It's been soooo long since I've finished a series and honestly, it hasn't gotten any easier.

I apologize because I haven't updated the Masterlist, hopefully I'll get to that soon. But since I've been back, Tumblr has changed and I'm still trying to get used to this new setup.

But anyway....yeah. Tomorrow. Chapter 70....

I'm just gonna go and get it set up for you. Talk to you guys soon.

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Escape {69}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Secrets

Words: 1,945

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9 Months Later

A couple of quiet knocks gets Dean to look up from the picture frame in his hand and he smiles at the man in the doorway. Feeling even more at home with the familiar face.

“You settling in, okay?” Dean slowly begins to nod as he looks around the room. “Feel like you never left?” It’s then that Dean’s eyes look through the window to Bobby’s right, his smile fading a little.

“Kind of.”

“Yeah.” The elder breathes before taking a few more steps into the office.

“I’m surprised you never gave my office up.” he admits, setting the picture he was holding down on his desk.

“Well,” Bobby shrugs. “There was a part of me that knew you would be back.”

“What about the part that didn't know?” His father figure remains silent for a moment, seeming to think about the answer though Dean is sure he knows exactly what he was feeling.

“I thought that maybe you needed the out and that you might go and find something else that made you happy.” Hearing that warms Dean’s heart.

“What if I did?” he asks, just curious on what would happen if the last option actually happened. 

“Well, then I would give your office up. Eventually.” They both share a light laugh. “That or turn it into a storage room.” Dean grins at his boss before setting another picture on his desk and then reaching back into the box to grab the next frame that needed a home in his office. "Well, you know where to find me if you need something." Bobby informs him as he slowly backs out of the room. "And uh…" he pauses, getting Dean to look at him. "Let's try not to get shot on our first day back, huh?" Despite the darkness of the past year, Dean’s able to chuckle at the joke. Grateful, Bobby grins and then leaves Dean to finish getting settled. 

His smile grows a bit as he looks down at the picture in his hand, his thumb gently brushing over the woman in the white dress as he lets that good memory play in his head. Not long after, he sets the frame down, right where he knows he'll always be able to see it.

Continuing to empty his box, he gets everything set up the way he likes and then he takes a seat in his chair, the familiar comfort almost feeling new for how long he's been gone. As he looks across the office and his eyes land on his former partner's desk on the other side of the glass, Dean has to take a minute. He knew coming back wouldn't be easy but he also knew that Eddie wouldn't want him to give up his career because of what happened. Dean was good at what he did and he knew this is where he belonged despite losing an amazing partner and friend.

Deans eyes gently close and he inhales deeply through his nose. His attempt to push away his emotions isn't the greatest but it's enough for him to carry on with his day.

As his computer wakes up after its long slumber, Dean's surprised to see that everything was the same as he left it. Files were sitting in the same spot on his desktop, his background picture was still that of a Zeppelin concert he attended years before he got his badge. Bobby really left his space untouched. 

Clicking on a few links, Dean waits patiently while some documents get uploaded on his computer. It's then that he catches his phone lighting up out of the corner of his eye, the notification getting him to grab the device and investigate more.

Movement was detected at his front door, the new doorbell camera working to its full potential. Though, after finding out that Cassidy tampered with the previous camera, it isn't that it didn't work, it's just that he had skills that Dean never knew about. It turned out that the day you had heard someone knocking on the door was in fact Cassidy testing out his plan and clearly it worked way too well.

As the little camera shows his front porch, Dean grins. His brother Sam stood there in a loose shirt and his infamous jogging pants. A few seconds later you had come into view wearing your jogging pants and a hot pink workout top, locking the door before looking into the camera and blowing a kiss.

"Love you." 

His smile growing, Dean lightly presses the speaker button on his phone. "Love you too." You smile brightly knowing he has an eye on you and then the two of you turn to step off the porch. Sam takes a second to look into the camera himself, waving to his brother before he takes off jogging to catch up with you.

Knowing that you're safe with Sam, Dean is able to relax a bit more before he dives into his first day back at work.

-

The two of you would usually spend an average of thirty minutes on your morning jogs. It didn't happen everyday considering the fact that Sam had to work most mornings, but when you both had some free time, it was definitely on the to do list. Another must have was a pit stop on the way back home. A nice little coffee shop run by a sweet older couple that have lived in town since they were kids. You and Sam felt like family going in there every time you were able to go out and you loved it.

“Oh! And can you make that decaf, please?” Sam looks at you a little confused, though you don’t notice as you’re paying for the two drinks. But as the barista nods and then steps away to start your drinks, Sam clears his throat, watching you put your card away.

“Decaf?” As if you didn’t hear him, you then pulled your phone out checking to see if you’ve heard from Dean at all, but everything seemed quiet. “When do you get decaf?” After slipping your phone into the pocket on the side of your pants, you look up at your friend, shrugging softly.

“Since I don’t need the extra kick.” your smile widens a bit before you step around him, waiting at the far counter for your order to be done. But Sam? He’s stuck in his spot for a few more beats, his mind fast tracking through his years of knowing you before he spins on his heel and moves to the end of the counter with you.

“Hold on,” Placing his palm on the counter, he looks at you with doubt in his eyes. “I’ve seen you wired off your ass before and you’d still take some extra shots over decaf.” A soft sigh falls from your lips and you look away, watching the barista make your drink. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Sam.” You say with an annoyance already in your tone.

“Y/N…”

“Shit, Sam, I’m fine!” The little outburst has him pull back a bit, looking at you with concern and slight disbelief and that clearly deflates you. “I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m a little tired and I think when I get back home I’m going to take a nap, so I just don’t want any caffeine right now. It’s not a big deal.” It’s then that Sam’s drink is set up on the counter and he reaches for it, but none of that takes away the concern he has.

“You feeling alright though?”

“Yeah.” you answer in a whisper before reaching for your drink and thanking the team behind the counter.

“Hey,” Lightly grabbing your elbow, Sam’s face is soft, his expression even softer, almost heartbreakingly so. “You can tell me anything. You remember that, right?”

“Of course I do.” your voice is as gentle as his touch. Despite that response and the fact that you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, something didn’t feel quite right. But he didn’t want to push you anymore than he already did.  “Is it okay if we start heading back?”

“Sure.” Though still concerned, Sam nods and gives you a soft smile. One that disappears as you start to head for the door.

-

Unfortunately for you it wasn’t only Sam that could see something was going on with you. Over the next few days Dean had picked up on the slight differences in your behaviors as well. You expressed to him and Sam both that you were just tired. Maybe you were coming down with something or maybe you had some kind of bug that just knocked the energy out of you. Either way, Dean took care of you as such. He tried to let you rest as much as possible, even brought you food in bed to keep you from exerting yourself too much. He begged you to go see a doctor multiple times and it wasn’t until just the night before last that you had told him that you in fact went to see someone. The only thing he didn’t know now was the fact that you knew what was wrong with you. You just weren’t sure how to tell him.

So as the sun slowly rose, the bright orange beams coming through the blinds in the bedroom, Dean's fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt. His eyes kept lifting to the mirror, catching sight of you sleeping peacefully under the covers behind him. He used to close the bathroom door while he got ready for work in the morning, but you usually couldn’t be disturbed, and if you were, he loved the sight of your sleepy self sitting up and smiling at him from the bed. Though that was always dangerous in itself because he would just want to call in on those days and climb back in bed with you.

Once his buttons were done and he fixed his collar, he doused himself with a little cologne and then turned to leave the room. Slipping his dress jacket off the hanger, he slowly makes his way towards the bed, smiling softly as your face comes into view.

“I love your cologne.” your voice barely makes it out of the blankets, but it’s enough for him to hear.

“I didn’t think I put that much on.” A low moan escapes as you stretch under the covers. “Is it too much?” You disagree with a light shake of your head and a low grumble.

“It’s perfect.” you smile up at him as he sits at the edge of the bed and leans over you. A deep gravelly hum rolls up his chest just as his lips meet yours.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in between kisses and you answer in the same way.

“A little better.” 

“Yeah?” Kissing you once more, this one lasts a little longer before he pulls away and just looks into your eyes. “Have you heard back from the doctor yet?”

“Not yet.” you lie as best you can, feeling guilty for not telling him the truth, but you aren’t ready to tell him. You can see how much it’s bothering him, especially after that last answer. He’s clearly concerned and of course looks worried which makes you feel worse.

“Maybe you should call them? Check in with ‘em.”

“I can try.” you lie again, hoping it’ll make him feel a little better. You can tell he’s pleased with your answer but that fear won't go away until you tell him what’s going on. The unknown is always a scary place, but sometimes the known can be just as scary.

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It's Almost Time...

Tomorrow Chapter 69 goes up, then next week...Chapter 70. The Final chapter of Escape.

Still can't believe it. Hope y'all are ready.

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Escape {68}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral

Words: 2,234

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He couldn’t walk in right away. Just being there didn’t feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons. 

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didn’t feel right just standing in the doorway any longer. 

An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasn’t possible. 

Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about. 

Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesn’t stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And that’s why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.

He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.

“Hope that box is big enough.” The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.

“Yeah, it should be fine. Doesn’t look like he has much here anyway.” Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. “It’s just…weird.”

“I get it.” John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. “Are you going to give the office up?” It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.

“No. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Dean’s personals, but when it looks like he’s about done, Bobby asks.

“What time is the service again?”

“Three.” John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.

“Do you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?”

“No, she’s got that handled. She just hired a caterer.” The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. “And Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,”

“Good. That’s good.” Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. “Well,” he starts but has to clear his throat. “If you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?”

“Definitely.” John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. “I should uh, get back to the house.”

“Of course.” Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddie’s desk along the way. 

Bobby stands outside Dean’s office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.

-

Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. It’s only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that she’s able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.

She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.

When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.

“Thanks, mom.” Mary’s eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.

“I know you won’t take water but I’m not giving you alcohol.” she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesn’t last long, but Mary understands.

It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

“I’m doing alright.” he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasn’t spoken a word for hours.

“Your leg hurting or anything?”

“No, I’m okay.” Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Dean’s back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.

“Uh, mom?” Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. “It’s the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.” Holding the cordless phone up, Sam can’t help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.

“Okay.” Mary says as she gets up from her spot.

“Mom, I can get it if you…”

“No, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.” she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.

When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together. 

No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.

-

Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldn’t hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.

He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes he’s been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up. 

Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that he’s lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.

He feels like he’s up there for hours before he’s able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.

“Hi.” One word out and he already has to clear his throat. “I’ve uh…I’ve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,” he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. “Nothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.” With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.

“The truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. There’s evil all around us all the time and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if I’ve failed.” he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.

“I think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.” Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because he’s so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. He’s struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what he’s saying.

“Many of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.” Dean’s able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. “Eddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and that’s why I was honored to have him as a partner.” He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory. 

“I don’t know if it’s because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years he’s become family to me and I couldn’t imagine working alongside anyone else.” Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they don’t so much as flinch as he continues. “Eddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we weren’t as close as we were, his actions wouldn’t have changed because that’s the kind of person and officer he was.” Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.

“There’s nothing that I’ll ever be able to do that will repay him for what he’s done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that it’ll be enough.” Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.

“We’ll see you on the other side, brother.” he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.

When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.

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Escape {68}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral

Words: 2,234

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He couldn’t walk in right away. Just being there didn’t feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons. 

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didn’t feel right just standing in the doorway any longer. 

An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasn’t possible. 

Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about. 

Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesn’t stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And that’s why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.

He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.

“Hope that box is big enough.” The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.

“Yeah, it should be fine. Doesn’t look like he has much here anyway.” Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. “It’s just…weird.”

“I get it.” John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. “Are you going to give the office up?” It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.

“No. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Dean’s personals, but when it looks like he’s about done, Bobby asks.

“What time is the service again?”

“Three.” John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.

“Do you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?”

“No, she’s got that handled. She just hired a caterer.” The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. “And Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,”

“Good. That’s good.” Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. “Well,” he starts but has to clear his throat. “If you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?”

“Definitely.” John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. “I should uh, get back to the house.”

“Of course.” Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddie’s desk along the way. 

Bobby stands outside Dean’s office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.

-

Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. It’s only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that she’s able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.

She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.

When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.

“Thanks, mom.” Mary’s eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.

“I know you won’t take water but I’m not giving you alcohol.” she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesn’t last long, but Mary understands.

It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

“I’m doing alright.” he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasn’t spoken a word for hours.

“Your leg hurting or anything?”

“No, I’m okay.” Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Dean’s back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.

“Uh, mom?” Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. “It’s the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.” Holding the cordless phone up, Sam can’t help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.

“Okay.” Mary says as she gets up from her spot.

“Mom, I can get it if you…”

“No, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.” she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.

When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together. 

No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.

-

Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldn’t hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.

He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes he’s been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up. 

Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that he’s lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.

He feels like he’s up there for hours before he’s able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.

“Hi.” One word out and he already has to clear his throat. “I’ve uh…I’ve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,” he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. “Nothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.” With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.

“The truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. There’s evil all around us all the time and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if I’ve failed.” he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.

“I think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.” Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because he’s so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. He’s struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what he’s saying.

“Many of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.” Dean’s able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. “Eddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and that’s why I was honored to have him as a partner.” He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory. 

“I don’t know if it’s because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years he’s become family to me and I couldn’t imagine working alongside anyone else.” Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they don’t so much as flinch as he continues. “Eddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we weren’t as close as we were, his actions wouldn’t have changed because that’s the kind of person and officer he was.” Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.

“There’s nothing that I’ll ever be able to do that will repay him for what he’s done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that it’ll be enough.” Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.

“We’ll see you on the other side, brother.” he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.

When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.

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My heart...🥺

It's so hard being on this side because I am beyond happy that my Rollercoaster of deception worked but then at the same time my heart is just so....ugh

I want to cry and cheer at the same time haha

Thanks, Love ❤️ I'm hugging you from afar

Escape {68}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral

Words: 2,234

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Patreon

He couldn’t walk in right away. Just being there didn’t feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons. 

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didn’t feel right just standing in the doorway any longer. 

An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasn’t possible. 

Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about. 

Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesn’t stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And that’s why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.

He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.

“Hope that box is big enough.” The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.

“Yeah, it should be fine. Doesn’t look like he has much here anyway.” Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. “It’s just…weird.”

“I get it.” John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. “Are you going to give the office up?” It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.

“No. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Dean’s personals, but when it looks like he’s about done, Bobby asks.

“What time is the service again?”

“Three.” John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.

“Do you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?”

“No, she’s got that handled. She just hired a caterer.” The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. “And Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,”

“Good. That’s good.” Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. “Well,” he starts but has to clear his throat. “If you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?”

“Definitely.” John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. “I should uh, get back to the house.”

“Of course.” Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddie’s desk along the way. 

Bobby stands outside Dean’s office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.

-

Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. It’s only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that she’s able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.

She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.

When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.

“Thanks, mom.” Mary’s eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.

“I know you won’t take water but I’m not giving you alcohol.” she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesn’t last long, but Mary understands.

It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

“I’m doing alright.” he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasn’t spoken a word for hours.

“Your leg hurting or anything?”

“No, I’m okay.” Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Dean’s back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.

“Uh, mom?” Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. “It’s the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.” Holding the cordless phone up, Sam can’t help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.

“Okay.” Mary says as she gets up from her spot.

“Mom, I can get it if you…”

“No, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.” she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.

When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together. 

No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.

-

Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldn’t hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.

He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes he’s been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up. 

Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that he’s lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.

He feels like he’s up there for hours before he’s able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.

“Hi.” One word out and he already has to clear his throat. “I’ve uh…I’ve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,” he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. “Nothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.” With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.

“The truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. There’s evil all around us all the time and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if I’ve failed.” he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.

“I think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.” Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because he’s so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. He’s struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what he’s saying.

“Many of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.” Dean’s able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. “Eddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and that’s why I was honored to have him as a partner.” He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory. 

“I don’t know if it’s because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years he’s become family to me and I couldn’t imagine working alongside anyone else.” Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they don’t so much as flinch as he continues. “Eddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we weren’t as close as we were, his actions wouldn’t have changed because that’s the kind of person and officer he was.” Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.

“There’s nothing that I’ll ever be able to do that will repay him for what he’s done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that it’ll be enough.” Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.

“We’ll see you on the other side, brother.” he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.

When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.

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I don’t have the time to really sit down and read properly the 2 new chapters but omg I just saw character death in the warnings and I am so not ready. You better have been nice Meg!!

Also, you are always so incredibly nice in your replies and I am absolutely sure you will publish a book (probably sooner than later imo). Your writing is just amazing and I’m always on the edge of my seat when reading those tense moments and I love the sweeter ones.

Sending you lots of love xx Mel

You are the sweetest 💗 Thanks, babe

As for the last 2 chapters...

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Escape {68}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Sadness, Character Death, Funeral

Words: 2,234

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He couldn’t walk in right away. Just being there didn’t feel right. Sam offered to go for him, but he felt as if it was his responsibility, not his sons. 

Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to see if Bobby was on his way out of his meeting, he then took the first step into the office of his eldest son. It was clear that Bobby was going to be a few minutes more and John didn’t feel right just standing in the doorway any longer. 

An empty box that the station usually uses for cases sat on the desk, a reminder of why he was there if he were to forget for any reason. But that wasn’t possible. 

Running his fingers along the dark wood of the desk, John moves around to the office chair and pushes it back a little so he can access the drawers. He sighs as he looks over the desk top, a few pictures of family smiling up at him and giving him a few good memories to grin about. 

Reaching out for the one of him and Mary, he lifts it with ease, his thumb running over his wife in the picture as he smiles for the first time that morning, but that doesn’t stop the sinking feeling he gets when he goes to set it into the box. And that’s why he knew that he needed to come here and do this, not Sam.

He moves slowly, grabbing each picture and setting it in the box but not before looking them over first. Next, he starts opening the drawers, grabbing anything that looks like a personal item of Deans.

“Hope that box is big enough.” The sudden company startles him, but he sends the man a soft smile.

“Yeah, it should be fine. Doesn’t look like he has much here anyway.” Bobby nods and slowly moves into the office, sighing as he looks around. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Bobby sighs heavily, slipping his hands into his jeans. “It’s just…weird.”

“I get it.” John sympathizes, still pulling a few things from the drawers. “Are you going to give the office up?” It was a legit question, but Bobby has to admit that hearing it feels just as weird as seeing the room missing the owner.

“No. I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” he says, shaking his head gently. It falls silent between the two while John continues to look for Dean’s personals, but when it looks like he’s about done, Bobby asks.

“What time is the service again?”

“Three.” John confirms, nodding while resting his hands on the box.

“Do you and Mary need me to do anything? Food maybe?”

“No, she’s got that handled. She just hired a caterer.” The two men nod, not knowing how else to respond. “And Sam and Sarah took care of the flowers, so,”

“Good. That’s good.” Neither would want to admit that they were both getting a little teary eyed. “Well,” he starts but has to clear his throat. “If you guys need anything, just shoot me a text or give me a call, okay?”

“Definitely.” John pushes a soft smile, trying to be as comforting as he can. “I should uh, get back to the house.”

“Of course.” Bobby nods, stepping aside to let John through the threshold first. “I’ll see you in a couple of days.” John sends him a nod and then slowly makes his way out of the station, glancing at Eddie’s desk along the way. 

Bobby stands outside Dean’s office, his heart heavy as he watches his friend leave, carrying a box that held the life of his best detective. In denial that any of this is happening, he turns to shut the office door and his hand lingers on the doorknob for a moment before latching it. As he goes to head back for his office though, he takes a quick look at Eddie's desk too, the heaviness of this entire situation just weighing him down and he knew there was nothing that would help make it go away.

-

Mary was probably standing at the counter for over fifteen minutes just watching the coffee drip into the pot. The silence in the house assisted her in spacing out. It’s only when the machine makes a deep gurgling noise that she’s able to snap out of it and she pulls a few mugs down from the cupboard.

She fills all of them to the owner's liking and then sets the pot back on the burner. Grabbing the sugar bowl, she puts in a couple spoonfuls in hers and stirs it up, her attention span trying to escape again but she holds on by a thread.

When she hears her son clear his throat from the adjoining room, she sets the spoon down and quickly fixes up the others. Like a pro, she gets a good grip on the handles and carries them over to the table where Sam and Sarah are folding programs. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” Sam looks up at his mom, sending her a gentle smile as she slides a mug over to his wife and then nudges his closer to him.

“Thanks, mom.” Mary’s eyes linger on the cream colored pamphlet, her heart aching as she runs the tips of her fingers over one of the pictures on the inside.

“I’ll be right back.” she tells them quietly, her coffee along with another in her hand as she heads for the backdoor. Careful not to spill either mugfull, she pushes on the handle with her elbow getting it to come loose enough for her to push it open with her foot. She then looks at the person sitting on the deck, a heartbreaking sigh falling from her lips before she makes her way over and takes a seat.

“I know you won’t take water but I’m not giving you alcohol.” she says to her eldest son as she hands him the other coffee in her hand. His little grin doesn’t last long, but Mary understands.

It kills her, everything that has happened. Dean was in the hospital for a few weeks, at one point on the brink of death. Doctors told them to prepare themselves and she was sure that she was losing her son, but he fought back. Just like he did everyday of his life, and now, here he was. Though, with how the outcome was for others, it didn't exactly feel like a win.

“How are you holding up, honey?”

“I’m doing alright.” he answers after a few moments, his voice hoarse and low as he hasn’t spoken a word for hours.

“Your leg hurting or anything?”

“No, I’m okay.” Switching her coffee to her right hand, Mary then rubs Dean’s back a little before leaning into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. He leans against her, welcoming the comfort though he said he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t deny that it was nice to have that in that moment.

“Uh, mom?” Neither of them heard the backdoor open, but when they heard Sam they pulled apart and looked over their shoulders. “It’s the caterer. They have a question about one of the dishes.” Holding the cordless phone up, Sam can’t help but look between the two of them, his curiosity of how his brother was doing being one of his main focuses.

“Okay.” Mary says as she gets up from her spot.

“Mom, I can get it if you…”

“No, no. I got it. You just drink your coffee.” she points to the mug before reaching for the phone and heads back inside. Sam watches her for a moment but then steps outside and shuts the door behind him. Seeing this, Dean turns back and takes a sip of his coffee, letting his eyes disappear into the black liquid.

When Sam sits down, he sighs and looks over at his brother. Dean eventually looks up and they share a similar sad grin before Sam pats his brother on the back and then they both look out over the backyard together. 

No words needed to be said between the two, and even if there was, neither of them knew what to say. After what they all have gone through over the past couple weeks silence was one of the best things for all of them.

-

Though he was sitting in the front row with his family, Dean couldn’t hear a word that the priest was saying. His eyes were locked on the casket at the front of the room. He never even heard his name being called from the man. It was Mary that got his attention when she put her hand on his leg.

He looks a little lost for a minute but then realizes he’s been summoned up on stage. As he walks by the casket, he takes slower strides and tries his hardest to keep his composure. But despite keeping himself together, once he gets up to the podium and looks out over the crowd, he locks back up. 

Everyone is patient of course, not one person not understanding what he was going through, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a tad embarrassed for the fact that he’s lost his tough guy persona in front of so many.

He feels like he’s up there for hours before he’s able to clear his throat and finally look away from the casket. Reaching into his suit jacket, he pulls out a folded piece of paper, slowly unraveling it to remind himself of what he had written down. It took him days to get down what he wanted to say, and even then he knew it would never be enough.

“Hi.” One word out and he already has to clear his throat. “I’ve uh…I’ve spent days going through every memory I possibly could trying to come up with the best thing to say for this. But the thing is,” he pauses, shaking his head as tears start filling his eyes. “Nothing I say will ever reach the heights that it should.” With how emotional he was already getting, Dean knew he would have to pause his speech multiple times.

“The truth is, and we all know it, is that this should have never happened. There’s evil all around us all the time and I’ve dedicated my life to trying to stop that. And despite what everyone has told me, multiple times, I feel as if I’ve failed.” he croaks and has to reach up to rub his neck, in an attempt to loosen the tightness he was feeling.

“I think about that night over and over again, and I think about how if I was just a little more aware, if I just looked around a little more before entering that barn, then maybe I could have prevented this from escalating as much as it did.” Dean wipes at his face and then smooths out his notes on the podium. The sniffles coming from the crowd go unheard by him because he’s so stuck in his own thoughts and feelings. He’s struggling to focus on his own speech let alone how the room is reacting to what he’s saying.

“Many of you have told me your side of the story, about how everything went down that night and I know that none of us are surprised.” Dean’s able to smile just a bit as he looks out at his fellow officers. “Eddie was just as dedicated to the job as I was and that’s why I was honored to have him as a partner.” He seems to reminisce for a second before clearing his throat again, the speech heading back into emotional territory. 

“I don’t know if it’s because of his lack of family and support or if we were just meant to click the way we did, but over the years he’s become family to me and I couldn’t imagine working alongside anyone else.” Dean looks up from his notes then, his eyes landing on someone in the front row and they don’t so much as flinch as he continues. “Eddie spent his last moments protecting the most important person in my life, and I know that even if we weren’t as close as we were, his actions wouldn’t have changed because that’s the kind of person and officer he was.” Eyes dropping back to his paper, he has yet to dry another tear that slips from his eye.

“There’s nothing that I’ll ever be able to do that will repay him for what he’s done. I just hope that I can honor him throughout the rest of my life and I hope that it’ll be enough.” Dean swallows and then straightens himself a bit before looking over at the casket again.

“We’ll see you on the other side, brother.” he concludes, haphazardly folding up his paper and sticking it back in his jacket. Then, he carefully walks back to his seat, babying his leg since standing for too long seems to make it flare up.

When he takes his seat again, you slide your hand into his, bearing down as you try and comfort him. Once he finds a comfortable spot where his leg starts to calm, he leans over and kisses your cheek, silently thanking his partner again for saving you from the bullet that night.

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So...

Got in late last night and wasn't able to get Escape ready. I spent the morning at work and then hung out with my daughter afterwards and then I was just working on getting it set up when I found out some tragic news.

I was just going to post it right away, but after hearing this news I just don't think I can. So Escape is ready to go up in the morning.

{Forgive me if you're not a fan, but I am and this news has completely crushed me}

So, until tomorrow morning, I'm taking tonight to mourn this amazing actor...

Rest our good friend...You were always my favorite....

Matthew Perry 1969 - 2023

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Your reblogs make my day 💙 Thanks for reading, hon 😘

Escape {67}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Threats, Guns, Blood, Injuries, Lots of Angst

Words: 3,578

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First of all, sorry this is so late. Second, I'm missing a few chapters on the Escape Masterlist, but if you're behind more than those few, you should be able to find them on my page if you scroll down. There shouldn't be much in the way of finding them.

Enjoy guys! Happy Saturday!

Squad cars surrounded the house. Flashing lights just spinning in circles and lighting up the neighborhood while officers searched Cassidy’s residents. Bobby was out front with a team, looking over a map and trying to think of where they should look next. 

They went through evidence and any clues that they could come up with that might help find where he was hiding, but they continued to come up with nothing.

There was one lead that they had a team looking into, but they haven’t heard back from that unit yet. Bobby had sent a few officers out to the house that Paul and, to whom they know now as Cassidy kept their victims and he was anxiously waiting to hear from them.

“I can’t get a hold of Dean.” Styles stressed, hanging up the phone for what felt like the hundredth time. “I texted Sam to see if he could go check on them, but…” When Styles sighs, Bobby looks up. “I don’t have a good feeling, Bobby.”

“Me neither.” Hoping that he would already have an answer, Styles looks down at his phone, but of course there’s nothing yet. “Alright, let's see what we can do.” As Bobby crosses off a few spots on the map, his radio goes off, getting the attention of every officer standing by.

“Captain?”

“I’m here. What do you got?” 

“Well, the house is empty. Doesn’t look like anyone has been here for a while. But, we got a call from someone claiming they heard gunshots not too far up the road from here, so we’re going to go check it out.”

“Gunshots? What direction?” Frantic, Bobby looks over the map to find where the house was located.

“Just a few miles East.” Bobby slides his finger along the road, looking to see if anything shows up on the map that could look like something.

“It looks like it’s all farmland. But there might be a residence up that way. Check it out, watch your backs.”

“You got it” By the time the team clicked off, Bobby looked up to see that Styles was looking at his phone again, his thumb clicking on the screen every now and again. 

“I don’t think you’ll hear back from Sam for at least another fifteen minutes.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Looking confused, Bobby listens to his detective. “I’m looking into the land up that way. We know that serials not only like to take trophies, but they also like to feel safe. Comfortable.”

“Right.” Bobby agrees, still a little confused.

“I’m trying to see if there’s anything up that way that could be connected to Cassidy.” Bobby’s a little frustrated that he didn’t think of that earlier, but he was grateful that he had a team heading that way and that he had someone with a brain looking into it.

“The land belonged to the Vanderbelts for decades…” Styles shakes his head, hating that it didn’t sound like it was connected to their guy.

“Wait! Vanderbelt?” At Bobby’s excitement though, it gives him some hope.

“Yeah.”

“That was Cassidy’s wifes maiden name. That land must have belonged to her family.” Their eyes said it all and they knew they needed to move. “Alright! I need you, you and you to stay here in case he comes back! The rest of you, follow us!”

-

The first set of officers came upon the scene, seeing flames coming from the old abandoned barn. They got on their radios and called in for a fire team right away all while Bobby, Styles and the other officers that followed heard what was going on through the radio communications.

“Anyone seem to be there?” Bobby asks, the radio letting out a bit of static as he gets off the line. Styles stares ahead, wanting to get there as fast as he can because he just knew in his gut that something was wrong and he wanted to find out what it was before it was too late.

“I’m not sure. I’m approaching the entrance now. Hold on.” The seconds between that and the next call out was torture. It was so quiet in Eddie’s car, he didn’t even have the radio on. He kept looking from the road to the clock on his dash, minutes just kept ticking by and he didn’t understand why they weren’t coming back. Was Cassidy still there? Were they hurt? So many questions ran through his head.

It wasn’t until about five long minutes later that static picked up on the radio and Rocky, the main officer's voice came through, finally.

“We need immediate medical assistance! Officer down! I repeat, officer down! Requesting air support!” Styles stumbled with the radio, trying to lift it from the holder in a frenzy.

“Rocky! Who is it!?” he lets go of the button for a second to readjust the device in his hand. “Is it Winchester!?” Again, some silence goes by, making Styles want to scream, but then the confirmation comes through. 

“Affirmative! Detective Winchester is clear of the building but is in serious condition! We need to….” At the sudden cutoff, Styles begins to panic.

“Rocky!?”

“Rocky? What’s going on?” Bobby then chimes in and Styles holds his breath.

“Sorry. Winchester says that Cassidy took off. Not sure which direction he went though.”

“Does he have his car!?” Styles is praying that the answer is yes knowing that he can trace the squad car.

“No. Winchester is shaking his head. He…he’s not doing good though, guys.”

“Air support is on the way. Tell him to hold on.” Bobby was always someone that held himself together, but for the first time ever, Styles heard emotion in his voice. “What type of injuries are we looking at?”

“Uh…Three GSW’s, two to the chest and one to the thigh. It looks like he has a nasty laceration on his head too.” Styles instantly feels sick. Seeing him shot in the shoulder was enough, but this…this was so much worse.

“Is Captain Singer on this line?” A new voice comes through, getting everyone confused on what was going on now.

“I’m here. What is it?”

“Well, I know one of your detectives has a pretty distinct car, just wanted to check with you and see if you knew where he was tonight. You know, the one who owns the Impala?” All their hearts stop in that second.

“What about him?”

“Well, I just pulled one over for running a red light. License plate, Kilo, Alpha, Zulu, Two, Yankee, Five. But it didn’t look like your guy, so…thought I’d check.”

“That’s his plate, Bobby!” Styles screams into the radio, the anger he’s feeling because of this entire situation making it hard to keep his officer mindset. This was personal and he was going to make sure he finished this. “Where was he headed!?”

“Well, when I let him go he was heading south on Gilpin, just off of Blackwood.”

“Thank you, officer.” Bobby sends through, hoping that the officer will switch channels.

“No problem.”

“I’m going after him, Bobby.” Styles puts through, practically an order as he was more than ready to flip his car in the other direction whether Bobby was okay with it or not. It’s only silent for a few beats before the Captain clicks on.

“Okay. I need two other units to go with him. Don’t care who.”

“You got it, boss.” One patrol unit confirmed and seconds later, another. Styles slowed down and then turned back to see if he could cut off Cassidy from another direction, the two other patrol cars mirroring his movements and keeping up with no issues.

-

Bobby’s tires spat up the dirt as he pulled up to the barn. He barely got the patrol car in park when he was jumping out of his seat and rushing over to where the EMT’s were hovered.

“Dean!” As he gets closer, he starts pushing people out of his way. “Move! Move! Dean!?” They had him on a stretcher and were just about to lift him and move him to the helicopter a couple yards away, so he made it just in time. “Oh, son…” Dean opens his mouth to speak, but only gurgled whispers come out. Yet he doesn’t quit until Bobby catches at least one word.

“Y/N?” The detective nods, grateful that he understood. “Where is she?” When Dean’s eyes close, Bobby takes the hint. “She’s with him?” That’s when Dean opens his eyes again, tears pooling quickly and overflowing without a sound being made. “Okay. Well, Styles is on his way to cut him off. He’ll get her, alright?” There does seem to be a relief that washes over the man, but it’s not enough to heal him unfortunately.

“We need to get him out of here.”

“Right. Yes, go ahead.” The paramedics lift the stretcher then, but before they can wheel him away, Dean reaches out and grabs Bobby’s arm and in return he places his hand over his. “We’ll get him.” he tells him, squeezing his hand. “I promise.” More tears slipped from Dean’s eyes, the salty liquid mixing with the blood stains on his face.

While Bobby watches them load up his non-blood related son, he gets on his radio and calls out for Styles, wondering if he found Cassidy or not.

Thankfully, luck seems to be on their side.

-

“It’s over, Cassidy! Drop the knife!” You shook in his arms, the knife to your throat even pinching your neck a bit. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had nicked some skin at this point. “You’re surrounded and we’re not letting you leave here unless you’re in one of these patrol cars, so you mine as well give it up.”

“Man, you and Dean are so optimistic. But I can tell you right now that that isn’t happening.” 

Styles knew right then and there that Cassidy wasn't going to give in. He might not make it out of this alive, but he sure as hell will take as many of them out along with him and his first priority? Y/N. He knew that no matter what happened in the next few minutes, he had to protect you at all costs. For Dean.

Without drawing too much attention to himself, Styles glances at the officers to his right. They’re just out of sight for Cassidy and they may have the advantage of getting the drop on him without you getting caught in the crossfire. But he forgot how good Cassidy really was.

Seeing this, Cassidy’s eyes sneak a peek to his left, but they don’t waste too much time on looking for the threats. He’s as quick as a cat. With you still in his hold, he drops the knife and whips out Dean’s gun, sending off two shots and taking down the two officers advancing on him. In that time, Styles sends off a shot of his own but Cassidy drops to his knees, tearing you down with him.

But at least that worked to their advantage. With that motion, you were able to get free. Knowing it wasn’t safe to be within shooting range of Cassidy, you took off towards the woods just off the road. It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to run for your life, so it wasn’t a hard decision to make.

In retaliation, Cassidy sent a shot off towards Styles before turning and shooting the remaining two officers with him and then he took off into the trees after you. 

Grateful, Styles was able to dodge the bullet that went flying at him and when he realized that, he too took off into the tree line, hoping that he could find you before Cassidy did.

-

You had heard the other shots go off when you took off running. At first you were afraid that those bullets were meant for you, but when you heard boots shuffling through the brush behind you, the more you started thinking the worst.

The thought of all those officers, including Eddie, dying because they were there to save you caused you to choke up as you made your way through the trees. You only made it a few more feet in when you had to stop. Between the running and your emotions heightening, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

Finding a large tree, you leaned up against it, peeking around the trunk and trying to listen for any movement around you. When everything seemed to be clear, you rested back against the bark, taking calming breaths as best as you could.

Your eyes dropped to the handcuffs locking your wrists together and the pessimist in you seemed to seep out. Dark thoughts instantly clouded your thoughts and your emotions rose even more.

You thought about how you were stuck out here with Cassidy. Dean was gone, and if not, he was probably going to be soon because Cassidy was a good shot. For all you knew, Eddie and the other officers were laying out in the road, bleeding to death and if there was another unit coming, the odds of them making it to you before Cassidy does was very slim.

You were screwed.

Tears fell to the ground below you, your hands shaking as you let yourself break down. The heaviness of the situation was crippling and you were terrified that you weren’t going to make it out of this.

The thought of losing Dean was the worst of all. You couldn’t stop picturing him on the ground, bleeding everywhere as you were pulled away from him. But the more you stood there and thought about him, the more you were reminded that he wouldn’t want this. He wouldn’t want you crying over him when your own life was still on the line. You could even picture him there in front of you, trying to get you to move your ass. Sweet but firm, of course.

For how much your subconscious fought back and told him to shove it, you knew you needed to stop. You needed to get out of this and if anyone was capable of doing that, it would be you. You escaped hell once before, who's to say you can’t do it again? 

Taking another moment for yourself, you looked down at the ring on your finger, letting a few more quiet sobs shake you before lifting your hands and kissing the object that connected you and Dean. Then, cautiously, you peeked around the trunk again. You couldn’t hear anything but that meant nothing with this guy. He was good and you had to remember that.

Taking a chance, you slowly made your way further into the trees, keeping your eyes peeled and your ears on full alert. You were terrified. You were trembling, but you knew you needed to keep going.

After making it a few more feet, you heard a twig snap somewhere behind you. Out of reflex, you spun around, your eyes darting all over the place as you tried to find what made the noise. But there was nothing. Of course you knew better, but you couldn’t see anything which only made you more scared. 

Carefully, you kept moving. Slow but steady as you tried to make it to the next huge tree so that you could get some cover again. 

You were only a few feet away when you were swept off your feet, a hand going over your mouth as you were flying forward. Just as you were shoved up against a tree trunk, you started flailing your arms, trying to hit anywhere and everywhere you could, refusing to be taken prisoner again. Heavy breathing and panicked noises were kept muffled by the man in front of you and it wasn’t until he was able to pin your arms against your chest that your eyes widened.

“Shhh.” Getting you to calm down a little, Eddie then peered around the tree, hoping he was covered enough to keep himself safe but exposed enough to where he could spot Cassidy. But just like you, he sees nothing. “Okay. When I say so, we’re going to head that way.” he nods to his right. “Try to keep low and stay close to me. Alright?” You nod against his hand and he finally peels it away from your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” you answer as quietly as you can, tears still falling from your eyes. “Dean.” you choke. “He…”

“He’s getting help.” Your eyes widen, your breathing becoming shaky again from the shock.

“He’s….”

“For now.” Hearing that, a sob slips from your lips and Eddie pulls you close, whispering ‘I know’ into your hair. “But we need to get you out of here, alright?” You nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and get to Dean. “Alright…” he peeks around the tree once again, his eyes sharp before he pushes you a bit to get you moving.

Like Eddie, you keep an eye out still, looking for any movement and listening for any sound, but thankfully it seems to be clear for now. You followed his orders, keeping low and making sure he was right behind you the entire time. If anything, it brought you comfort to have him so close.

But for what happened next, it only reminded you of how much better at this Eddie was than you.

“Y/N!” His loud voice caused you to flinch forward, but the sound of a gun going off made you collapse onto the ground. You fell face first into the dirt and when the shock wore off, you frantically felt yourself up, wondering if you were shot.

Grateful that you didn’t feel anything, bullet hole or blood, you flipped over onto your back, keeping close to the ground since you knew now that Cassidy was close. You looked into the distance, still not seeing anything and it honestly pissed you off that he was this good. But it’s when you look to your feet, to where Eddie should be right behind you when your panic comes back.

“Eddie?” you cry out in a shaky voice, but he doesn’t move. “Eddie?” you call out again, just a little louder this time. When you hear a low moan you scramble to his side, not caring if you’re seen.

Once you’re over him, you see that he’s in pain and that’s when you look down to his chest. Blood was starting to soak into the side of his shirt telling you he was hit.

“Eddie.” you cry, trying to keep yourself together, but you just couldn’t do it. “Hang on, please? Please.” you melt a bit more, your hand pushing on his wound to help stop the bleeding.

“Well, well, well.” Hearing Cassidy makes you freeze, but you don’t move from your position. You refuse to let go of Eddie. “This wasn’t my plan but I guess it’ll have to do.” You finally look over your shoulder to see him standing over you both, the gun pointing in your direction. But you can tell by the angle that he’s pointing it at Eddie. A kill shot for sure, right to his head.

Taking Eddie’s hand, despite how weak he may feel, you place it on his wound and tell him to press down as much as he can and that’s when you turn around and block the bullet's path to its indicated victim. Cassidy of course gets that smug smirk and to your surprise, that’s when he shifts the barrel, the kill shot now intended for you.

“Seems my plan has already been fucked, so I guess there’s no reason to keep you around any longer.” he states as he gets a better grip on the gun. “Say hi to Dean for me.” Your entire body shakes, your fear of death front and center as he starts to pull the trigger back.

“Drop the gun, Cassidy!” 

“Drop it!” Multiple people start screaming at the man to drop his weapon and you take a second to look around. The three of you are surrounded by officers and you even spot Bobby in the crowd.

“Now, Cassidy! Drop it!” He clearly doesn’t want to follow orders, not that you expected him to. You figured that he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

You have no idea where it came from or why, but somehow in that moment, surrounded by all of Dean’s fellow officers, you got up the courage to stand up to Cassidy. Getting up from your knees, you stood right in front of him, holding your head high as you challenged him to shoot you without saying a word.

“Cassidy! Now! Drop the gun!”

“Drop it, Cassidy!”

“Drop it!”

While everyone around you yelled at him to surrender, you just kept your eyes locked with his, your gaze hard and unwavering. Then, as some more time passed without any movement on his part, you closed your eyes, practically giving yourself up to him.

You don’t know what had calmed you so much, but you were suddenly unafraid. You were expecting him to shoot and you were waiting to hear the echo of the shot before peace took you over. But all you kept hearing was the officers screaming at him to drop the gun.

For a brief second you could hear Eddie behind you, calling out for you to move. But before you could react to him, it happened.

The gun went off.

[soaringeag1e]

Here you go again, making me smile uncontrollably and wishing I could hug you. But, yeah, this is a big chapter and I know I shoved a lot into it. Despite the cliffhanger, I was back and forth on ending it earlier but then realized that no matter what I did, there would be some type of cliffhanger hahaha

As for Dean...yeah. I wrote it and yet I get a bit emotional thinking about how they found him on the ground in that barn, the place burning down around him and him just being so helpless with his injuries...ugh.

But I am definitely a sucker for thrillers, and I have found that I really enjoy writing those intense moments. So, Eddie grabbing the reader but for it to take a moment to be revealed just pleases me so much hahaha *insert evil laughing gif* And I guess that explains why I ended it the way I did. Just more intensity and confusion and making people scream for answers.

On that note and to answer your final question up there, my sadistic, thriller loving self has a bit more torture left.

Sorry, not sorry.

Love you, Becky!!

Escape {67}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Threats, Guns, Blood, Injuries, Lots of Angst

Words: 3,578

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First of all, sorry this is so late. Second, I'm missing a few chapters on the Escape Masterlist, but if you're behind more than those few, you should be able to find them on my page if you scroll down. There shouldn't be much in the way of finding them.

Enjoy guys! Happy Saturday!

Squad cars surrounded the house. Flashing lights just spinning in circles and lighting up the neighborhood while officers searched Cassidy’s residents. Bobby was out front with a team, looking over a map and trying to think of where they should look next. 

They went through evidence and any clues that they could come up with that might help find where he was hiding, but they continued to come up with nothing.

There was one lead that they had a team looking into, but they haven’t heard back from that unit yet. Bobby had sent a few officers out to the house that Paul and, to whom they know now as Cassidy kept their victims and he was anxiously waiting to hear from them.

“I can’t get a hold of Dean.” Styles stressed, hanging up the phone for what felt like the hundredth time. “I texted Sam to see if he could go check on them, but…” When Styles sighs, Bobby looks up. “I don’t have a good feeling, Bobby.”

“Me neither.” Hoping that he would already have an answer, Styles looks down at his phone, but of course there’s nothing yet. “Alright, let's see what we can do.” As Bobby crosses off a few spots on the map, his radio goes off, getting the attention of every officer standing by.

“Captain?”

“I’m here. What do you got?” 

“Well, the house is empty. Doesn’t look like anyone has been here for a while. But, we got a call from someone claiming they heard gunshots not too far up the road from here, so we’re going to go check it out.”

“Gunshots? What direction?” Frantic, Bobby looks over the map to find where the house was located.

“Just a few miles East.” Bobby slides his finger along the road, looking to see if anything shows up on the map that could look like something.

“It looks like it’s all farmland. But there might be a residence up that way. Check it out, watch your backs.”

“You got it” By the time the team clicked off, Bobby looked up to see that Styles was looking at his phone again, his thumb clicking on the screen every now and again. 

“I don’t think you’ll hear back from Sam for at least another fifteen minutes.”

“That’s not what I’m doing.” Looking confused, Bobby listens to his detective. “I’m looking into the land up that way. We know that serials not only like to take trophies, but they also like to feel safe. Comfortable.”

“Right.” Bobby agrees, still a little confused.

“I’m trying to see if there’s anything up that way that could be connected to Cassidy.” Bobby’s a little frustrated that he didn’t think of that earlier, but he was grateful that he had a team heading that way and that he had someone with a brain looking into it.

“The land belonged to the Vanderbelts for decades…” Styles shakes his head, hating that it didn’t sound like it was connected to their guy.

“Wait! Vanderbelt?” At Bobby’s excitement though, it gives him some hope.

“Yeah.”

“That was Cassidy’s wifes maiden name. That land must have belonged to her family.” Their eyes said it all and they knew they needed to move. “Alright! I need you, you and you to stay here in case he comes back! The rest of you, follow us!”

-

The first set of officers came upon the scene, seeing flames coming from the old abandoned barn. They got on their radios and called in for a fire team right away all while Bobby, Styles and the other officers that followed heard what was going on through the radio communications.

“Anyone seem to be there?” Bobby asks, the radio letting out a bit of static as he gets off the line. Styles stares ahead, wanting to get there as fast as he can because he just knew in his gut that something was wrong and he wanted to find out what it was before it was too late.

“I’m not sure. I’m approaching the entrance now. Hold on.” The seconds between that and the next call out was torture. It was so quiet in Eddie’s car, he didn’t even have the radio on. He kept looking from the road to the clock on his dash, minutes just kept ticking by and he didn’t understand why they weren’t coming back. Was Cassidy still there? Were they hurt? So many questions ran through his head.

It wasn’t until about five long minutes later that static picked up on the radio and Rocky, the main officer's voice came through, finally.

“We need immediate medical assistance! Officer down! I repeat, officer down! Requesting air support!” Styles stumbled with the radio, trying to lift it from the holder in a frenzy.

“Rocky! Who is it!?” he lets go of the button for a second to readjust the device in his hand. “Is it Winchester!?” Again, some silence goes by, making Styles want to scream, but then the confirmation comes through. 

“Affirmative! Detective Winchester is clear of the building but is in serious condition! We need to….” At the sudden cutoff, Styles begins to panic.

“Rocky!?”

“Rocky? What’s going on?” Bobby then chimes in and Styles holds his breath.

“Sorry. Winchester says that Cassidy took off. Not sure which direction he went though.”

“Does he have his car!?” Styles is praying that the answer is yes knowing that he can trace the squad car.

“No. Winchester is shaking his head. He…he’s not doing good though, guys.”

“Air support is on the way. Tell him to hold on.” Bobby was always someone that held himself together, but for the first time ever, Styles heard emotion in his voice. “What type of injuries are we looking at?”

“Uh…Three GSW’s, two to the chest and one to the thigh. It looks like he has a nasty laceration on his head too.” Styles instantly feels sick. Seeing him shot in the shoulder was enough, but this…this was so much worse.

“Is Captain Singer on this line?” A new voice comes through, getting everyone confused on what was going on now.

“I’m here. What is it?”

“Well, I know one of your detectives has a pretty distinct car, just wanted to check with you and see if you knew where he was tonight. You know, the one who owns the Impala?” All their hearts stop in that second.

“What about him?”

“Well, I just pulled one over for running a red light. License plate, Kilo, Alpha, Zulu, Two, Yankee, Five. But it didn’t look like your guy, so…thought I’d check.”

“That’s his plate, Bobby!” Styles screams into the radio, the anger he’s feeling because of this entire situation making it hard to keep his officer mindset. This was personal and he was going to make sure he finished this. “Where was he headed!?”

“Well, when I let him go he was heading south on Gilpin, just off of Blackwood.”

“Thank you, officer.” Bobby sends through, hoping that the officer will switch channels.

“No problem.”

“I’m going after him, Bobby.” Styles puts through, practically an order as he was more than ready to flip his car in the other direction whether Bobby was okay with it or not. It’s only silent for a few beats before the Captain clicks on.

“Okay. I need two other units to go with him. Don’t care who.”

“You got it, boss.” One patrol unit confirmed and seconds later, another. Styles slowed down and then turned back to see if he could cut off Cassidy from another direction, the two other patrol cars mirroring his movements and keeping up with no issues.

-

Bobby’s tires spat up the dirt as he pulled up to the barn. He barely got the patrol car in park when he was jumping out of his seat and rushing over to where the EMT’s were hovered.

“Dean!” As he gets closer, he starts pushing people out of his way. “Move! Move! Dean!?” They had him on a stretcher and were just about to lift him and move him to the helicopter a couple yards away, so he made it just in time. “Oh, son…” Dean opens his mouth to speak, but only gurgled whispers come out. Yet he doesn’t quit until Bobby catches at least one word.

“Y/N?” The detective nods, grateful that he understood. “Where is she?” When Dean’s eyes close, Bobby takes the hint. “She’s with him?” That’s when Dean opens his eyes again, tears pooling quickly and overflowing without a sound being made. “Okay. Well, Styles is on his way to cut him off. He’ll get her, alright?” There does seem to be a relief that washes over the man, but it’s not enough to heal him unfortunately.

“We need to get him out of here.”

“Right. Yes, go ahead.” The paramedics lift the stretcher then, but before they can wheel him away, Dean reaches out and grabs Bobby’s arm and in return he places his hand over his. “We’ll get him.” he tells him, squeezing his hand. “I promise.” More tears slipped from Dean’s eyes, the salty liquid mixing with the blood stains on his face.

While Bobby watches them load up his non-blood related son, he gets on his radio and calls out for Styles, wondering if he found Cassidy or not.

Thankfully, luck seems to be on their side.

-

“It’s over, Cassidy! Drop the knife!” You shook in his arms, the knife to your throat even pinching your neck a bit. You wouldn’t be surprised if he had nicked some skin at this point. “You’re surrounded and we’re not letting you leave here unless you’re in one of these patrol cars, so you mine as well give it up.”

“Man, you and Dean are so optimistic. But I can tell you right now that that isn’t happening.” 

Styles knew right then and there that Cassidy wasn't going to give in. He might not make it out of this alive, but he sure as hell will take as many of them out along with him and his first priority? Y/N. He knew that no matter what happened in the next few minutes, he had to protect you at all costs. For Dean.

Without drawing too much attention to himself, Styles glances at the officers to his right. They’re just out of sight for Cassidy and they may have the advantage of getting the drop on him without you getting caught in the crossfire. But he forgot how good Cassidy really was.

Seeing this, Cassidy’s eyes sneak a peek to his left, but they don’t waste too much time on looking for the threats. He’s as quick as a cat. With you still in his hold, he drops the knife and whips out Dean’s gun, sending off two shots and taking down the two officers advancing on him. In that time, Styles sends off a shot of his own but Cassidy drops to his knees, tearing you down with him.

But at least that worked to their advantage. With that motion, you were able to get free. Knowing it wasn’t safe to be within shooting range of Cassidy, you took off towards the woods just off the road. It wasn’t the first time you’ve had to run for your life, so it wasn’t a hard decision to make.

In retaliation, Cassidy sent a shot off towards Styles before turning and shooting the remaining two officers with him and then he took off into the trees after you. 

Grateful, Styles was able to dodge the bullet that went flying at him and when he realized that, he too took off into the tree line, hoping that he could find you before Cassidy did.

-

You had heard the other shots go off when you took off running. At first you were afraid that those bullets were meant for you, but when you heard boots shuffling through the brush behind you, the more you started thinking the worst.

The thought of all those officers, including Eddie, dying because they were there to save you caused you to choke up as you made your way through the trees. You only made it a few more feet in when you had to stop. Between the running and your emotions heightening, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. 

Finding a large tree, you leaned up against it, peeking around the trunk and trying to listen for any movement around you. When everything seemed to be clear, you rested back against the bark, taking calming breaths as best as you could.

Your eyes dropped to the handcuffs locking your wrists together and the pessimist in you seemed to seep out. Dark thoughts instantly clouded your thoughts and your emotions rose even more.

You thought about how you were stuck out here with Cassidy. Dean was gone, and if not, he was probably going to be soon because Cassidy was a good shot. For all you knew, Eddie and the other officers were laying out in the road, bleeding to death and if there was another unit coming, the odds of them making it to you before Cassidy does was very slim.

You were screwed.

Tears fell to the ground below you, your hands shaking as you let yourself break down. The heaviness of the situation was crippling and you were terrified that you weren’t going to make it out of this.

The thought of losing Dean was the worst of all. You couldn’t stop picturing him on the ground, bleeding everywhere as you were pulled away from him. But the more you stood there and thought about him, the more you were reminded that he wouldn’t want this. He wouldn’t want you crying over him when your own life was still on the line. You could even picture him there in front of you, trying to get you to move your ass. Sweet but firm, of course.

For how much your subconscious fought back and told him to shove it, you knew you needed to stop. You needed to get out of this and if anyone was capable of doing that, it would be you. You escaped hell once before, who's to say you can’t do it again? 

Taking another moment for yourself, you looked down at the ring on your finger, letting a few more quiet sobs shake you before lifting your hands and kissing the object that connected you and Dean. Then, cautiously, you peeked around the trunk again. You couldn’t hear anything but that meant nothing with this guy. He was good and you had to remember that.

Taking a chance, you slowly made your way further into the trees, keeping your eyes peeled and your ears on full alert. You were terrified. You were trembling, but you knew you needed to keep going.

After making it a few more feet, you heard a twig snap somewhere behind you. Out of reflex, you spun around, your eyes darting all over the place as you tried to find what made the noise. But there was nothing. Of course you knew better, but you couldn’t see anything which only made you more scared. 

Carefully, you kept moving. Slow but steady as you tried to make it to the next huge tree so that you could get some cover again. 

You were only a few feet away when you were swept off your feet, a hand going over your mouth as you were flying forward. Just as you were shoved up against a tree trunk, you started flailing your arms, trying to hit anywhere and everywhere you could, refusing to be taken prisoner again. Heavy breathing and panicked noises were kept muffled by the man in front of you and it wasn’t until he was able to pin your arms against your chest that your eyes widened.

“Shhh.” Getting you to calm down a little, Eddie then peered around the tree, hoping he was covered enough to keep himself safe but exposed enough to where he could spot Cassidy. But just like you, he sees nothing. “Okay. When I say so, we’re going to head that way.” he nods to his right. “Try to keep low and stay close to me. Alright?” You nod against his hand and he finally peels it away from your face. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” you answer as quietly as you can, tears still falling from your eyes. “Dean.” you choke. “He…”

“He’s getting help.” Your eyes widen, your breathing becoming shaky again from the shock.

“He’s….”

“For now.” Hearing that, a sob slips from your lips and Eddie pulls you close, whispering ‘I know’ into your hair. “But we need to get you out of here, alright?” You nod frantically, wanting nothing more than to get out of there and get to Dean. “Alright…” he peeks around the tree once again, his eyes sharp before he pushes you a bit to get you moving.

Like Eddie, you keep an eye out still, looking for any movement and listening for any sound, but thankfully it seems to be clear for now. You followed his orders, keeping low and making sure he was right behind you the entire time. If anything, it brought you comfort to have him so close.

But for what happened next, it only reminded you of how much better at this Eddie was than you.

“Y/N!” His loud voice caused you to flinch forward, but the sound of a gun going off made you collapse onto the ground. You fell face first into the dirt and when the shock wore off, you frantically felt yourself up, wondering if you were shot.

Grateful that you didn’t feel anything, bullet hole or blood, you flipped over onto your back, keeping close to the ground since you knew now that Cassidy was close. You looked into the distance, still not seeing anything and it honestly pissed you off that he was this good. But it’s when you look to your feet, to where Eddie should be right behind you when your panic comes back.

“Eddie?” you cry out in a shaky voice, but he doesn’t move. “Eddie?” you call out again, just a little louder this time. When you hear a low moan you scramble to his side, not caring if you’re seen.

Once you’re over him, you see that he’s in pain and that’s when you look down to his chest. Blood was starting to soak into the side of his shirt telling you he was hit.

“Eddie.” you cry, trying to keep yourself together, but you just couldn’t do it. “Hang on, please? Please.” you melt a bit more, your hand pushing on his wound to help stop the bleeding.

“Well, well, well.” Hearing Cassidy makes you freeze, but you don’t move from your position. You refuse to let go of Eddie. “This wasn’t my plan but I guess it’ll have to do.” You finally look over your shoulder to see him standing over you both, the gun pointing in your direction. But you can tell by the angle that he’s pointing it at Eddie. A kill shot for sure, right to his head.

Taking Eddie’s hand, despite how weak he may feel, you place it on his wound and tell him to press down as much as he can and that’s when you turn around and block the bullet's path to its indicated victim. Cassidy of course gets that smug smirk and to your surprise, that’s when he shifts the barrel, the kill shot now intended for you.

“Seems my plan has already been fucked, so I guess there’s no reason to keep you around any longer.” he states as he gets a better grip on the gun. “Say hi to Dean for me.” Your entire body shakes, your fear of death front and center as he starts to pull the trigger back.

“Drop the gun, Cassidy!” 

“Drop it!” Multiple people start screaming at the man to drop his weapon and you take a second to look around. The three of you are surrounded by officers and you even spot Bobby in the crowd.

“Now, Cassidy! Drop it!” He clearly doesn’t want to follow orders, not that you expected him to. You figured that he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

You have no idea where it came from or why, but somehow in that moment, surrounded by all of Dean’s fellow officers, you got up the courage to stand up to Cassidy. Getting up from your knees, you stood right in front of him, holding your head high as you challenged him to shoot you without saying a word.

“Cassidy! Now! Drop the gun!”

“Drop it, Cassidy!”

“Drop it!”

While everyone around you yelled at him to surrender, you just kept your eyes locked with his, your gaze hard and unwavering. Then, as some more time passed without any movement on his part, you closed your eyes, practically giving yourself up to him.

You don’t know what had calmed you so much, but you were suddenly unafraid. You were expecting him to shoot and you were waiting to hear the echo of the shot before peace took you over. But all you kept hearing was the officers screaming at him to drop the gun.

For a brief second you could hear Eddie behind you, calling out for you to move. But before you could react to him, it happened.

The gun went off.