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Sunshine (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: Bucky interacts with you here and there and finds himself feeling more connected to you. Driving him to want to see your soulmate mark even more.

Warnings: none

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He hadn't been able to sleep that night.

You were right across the hall. Two doors separated you from him. And it drove him crazy knowing that you, his possible soulmate, were so close yet just out of reach.

He had dozed in and out of consciousness through the night, but found himself wide awake when he heard shuffling coming from your room. Super soldier hearing meant he heard you get out of bed and pad to your closet. What were you doing?

He heard your door shut quietly, and you make your way down the hall, and, after a few moments, the ding of the elevator door.

His mind raced, wondering what you could be doing. The next thing he knew he was tugging on a hoodie over his tank top and sweats over his boxers. He padded down the hall to the elevator, the little number above lit up saying the elevator was stopped at the floor right underneath him. The training room.

That made sense. From the way you'd spoken about your time in the military yesterday, you were highly trained and a huge asset, you likely had gotten up this early to train for years. He stood there for a moment, debating on going down as well.

The thought that maybe he'd get to see your soulmate mark was enough to have him going back to his room to get his shoes, water bottle, and towel. He wanted to make sure he looked like he was actually down there to train.

Hey, maybe he'd even get to spar with you, get to see what you were capable of.

The elevator moved only one floor, but it felt like it was taking forever. The doors opened to the small lobby and he pushed open the doors to the training room. You were doing some stretches, warming yourself up, and you looked up when he entered.

"Mornin!"

He mumbled the greeting back, now suddenly extremely nervous and starting to wonder why exactly he thought this would be a good idea.

"Didn't think I'd catch anyone this early." You seemed unbothered, warm smile despite the fact that it was so early you could still see the stars in the dark sky if you looked out the window.

He grunted in response, not being able to find the words to respond. He stood there for a moment, watching you, before walking off to start his own warmup. Which consisted of lifting more weight than you could even dream of getting even an inch over your chest. But it was light work for him.

You continued stretching but subtly watched him. You were a little disappointed he was wearing a hoodie, it did kind of obscure everything. Though you could imagine how good his muscles looked lifting that weight. Your face warmed a bit at the thought and you tried to force yourself to focus on the light burn in your calves as you stretched.

After a bit, you moved to wrap your hands and feet, wanting to practice on one of the dozen punching bags Tony had in there. He'd offhandedly mentioned he had to design a lot of the equipment himself so they could withstand the beating of the two super soldiers living in this place.

You focused on the swaying bag in front of you, vaguely aware of Bucky doing things behind you, but not paying him too much mind. Your mind was on getting out that pent up energy. Working with the Avengers was going to be very different from your previous work, and you knew there'd be a lot less for you to do on the daily. You had a feeling you'd probably be spending a lot of time in here.

You barely registered Bucky saying your name from behind you. When it did you paused your beating on the punching bag and turned to him.

"Whats up?"

"Spar?"

"Huh?"

Bucky gestured to the mat meant for sparring a little ways away. It was a little padding so whoever got dropped on their ass only hurt their pride.

"Oh! Yeah, sure." You grinned, you had to admit the idea was exciting. You were curious to see how you'd fare against one of these two.

The two of you settled into stances on the mat and you gave him a teasing grin, "I'm not gonna go easy on you."

You saw the corner of his mouth twitch with amusement as he raised a brow.

"Oh?"

"I don't have to be as worried about breaking you."

His eyes lit with curiosity, just what exactly were you capable of.

He watched you closely as you circled each other before lunging, swinging his non-metal arm at you. You blocked the hit easily and returned it with a swing of your own, which landed. His head snapped to the side as your fist connected with his jaw.

He took a step back, rubbing where you'd hit him. He hadn't expected you to hit that hard. Hell, Steve was one of the few people who's hits actually made his body ache. You packed some heat he was not expecting.

He squared up again and the two of you traded some blows back and forth before he realized you were barely flinching at the hits he landed. So he decided to turn it up a notch, striking harder than he had before. You reciprocated that.

As the two of you sparred, his eyes narrowed, and Bucky's focus turned to seeing how far he could push you. His blows struck hard, one particular hit to your abdomen forced the air from your lungs, and you stepped back gasping.

He pushed forward, though, and despite the lack of air, you fended him off well. To anyone watching, it would seem like a friendly sparring match had turned malicious. However, both yours and Bucky's eyes were lit with delight at the fact that you'd found an equal opponent.

You finally decided to end the session with a swift attack to knock him to the ground and taking the opportunity to pin him, his arm twisted behind his back.

"I surrender." He chuckled. You released him quickly and offered a hand to help him up, which he took.

"Youre...tougher than I expected."

You tilted your head, "Did Tony not tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He asked.

"I'm also a weird military experiment. Except they aimed more for stealth than brute strength with me, still gave me that enhanced strength though." You explained as you used your towel to dab the sweat from your neck.

"You haven't been particularly stealthy."

You laughed, "Haven't been trying. Tell you what, turn off the light and see if you can find me in the dark."

Bucky's eyes scanned you curiously before walking over and flicking off the lights. When he turned back, he tried to peer through the darkness to find you. He even tried to listen for your breathing and heartbeat, but the room was dead silent.

It was unnerving as he stepped further into the room as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He slowly turned in a circle, hoping to spot you.

He thought he'd spotted you in a corner of the room until he felt a kick to the back of his knees, knocking him down. Suddenly, there was a hand gently resting around his throat and two fingertips pressed against his head in a mock figure of a gun.

"Surprise." You giggled and released him and went over to turn on the lights as Bucky stood up in a daze.

"How?" He demanded.

"My special serum gave me the ability to slow my heart and breath rate to the point where it's imperceptible, even to you. And I can move lightly so you can't even hear me walk. I can see in the dark, and all other senses are enhanced. Plus, the whole strength and pain tolerance thing. Literally, you just stealthy."

Bucky stared at you as you explained. He slowly realized you weren't really an equal. In fact, you were probably "better" than him in a sense. You had the ability to be completely imperceptible, even to him. You'd just proven you could have killed him easily, and he wouldn't have even seen it coming. It half scared him, and half had his heart racing with attraction.

"You ok?" You asked. He'd been staring at you silently for a good few seconds.

"I've just never met someone who could take me down like that."

"We're good though right?" Your expression had changed to one of nervousness.

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"Some men have a tendency to feel threatened or emasculated."

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.

"Don't gotta worry about that here."

"Good." You smiled softly at him before it turned into a mischievous grin, "Wanna see who can squat the most weight?"

His mouth quirked up in a half smile as he followed you. The next two hours consisted of you challenging him to see who could handle more. Endurance wise, you did better. However, in terms of raw strength, he did better than you.

Bucky found himself feeling amused, you were so different from him and Steve. They had a tendency to be a bit more reserved. Quieter. But you were bubbly and all over the place, all smiles and energy. It was strange knowing that you'd come from the military.

After a while, the two of you headed upstairs to eat breakfast. By then, most of the others were already awake and were surprised to see Bucky willingly hanging out with you.

It was amusing in a sense. You were like a living ray of sunshine, and Bucky was like a living storm cloud. Polar opposites. However right about now Bucky didn't seem to be as "rainy" as he usually was. The look on his face was more relaxed, and he nodded attentively as you spoke. He was genuinely interested in whatever you were saying.

The second you excused yourself for a shower, the teasing began.

"Seems Bucky has taken an interest in our new teammate." Natasha said slyly.

Bucky shot her a glare and busied himself with a cup of coffee.

"Can you blame him? She's a cute little thing." Sam chuckled.

"I heard she's a great warrior. That makes her even more attractive." Thor said from his seat.

Bucky gritted his teeth and sat down on the couch by Steve with his cup of coffee. He didn't want to tell them exactly why he was so interested. He knew if he did they'd want to get involved and it would just ruin everything.

So for now, he'd deal with the teasing and hope it wouldn't be long until he found out if it was his name marked on your arm.

He stared down into his mug, ignoring the joking going on around him. He barely knew you, and yet he was practically praying that you were his soulmate. That the name he had on his arm was written in your writing. That the name on your arm was his written in his messy chicken scratch.

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Sunshine

Female reader. Sparse use of y/n.

Summary: Growing up, Bucky never thought he'd find his soulmate. Years and years and years of searching. Even Steve had found his. But you were nowhere to be found. Until he was living in the Avengers Tower. Until you happened to join the team.

Warnings: none

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Bucky was irritated. He didn't see why there had to be this big deal about a new team member. And he didn't understand why he had to be there. They hadn't been told much about you. All Tony had said was you were ex-military, and that everyone typically called you Grim. As in Grim Reaper. Bucky had to admit he was curious to know what earned you that nickname.

With a callsign like that, you had to be ruthless. Cold blooded. So he wasn't expecting this cute bubbly thing to practically skip in alongside Tony with a huge grin. Though he could tell that belt buckle you had on was hiding a knife.

He was immediately taken with you. He'd been a heartthrob in his younger years, had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. Though he hadn't really been with anyone since being freed from Hydra, though he'd seen pretty women. You, however, were completely different.

The warmth of your smile and twinkle in your eyes made his chest warm. He admired the shape of your lips and the way your jaw curved. Even the little glimpse of your collarbone had him tingling with an unfamiliar excitement.

"Alright, everyone this is our new teammate. I'll let you introduce yourself." I gestured for you to step forward.

"Hi, nice to meet you all. Name's y/n but most just call me Grim." You offered a bright smile.

Bucky felt his heart skip a beat when you spoke your name. Hell everytime he heard that name he got his hopes up, and without fail they'd been dashed. There was no way it was you. You were technically a lot younger than him, it'd be ridiculous if you were his soulmate.

Right?

Everyone else immediately greeted you warmly, your sunshiney demeanor immediately brought a feeling of ease to everyone around you. It didn't take long before you and Steve were swapping combat stories. Bucky sat quietly the entire time, taking you in. He was hoping to get a glimpse of your soulmate mark, wondering if it'd be his name written in his messy writing. But your damned long sleeves obscured even the tiniest glimpse of it.

Your laugh was like music to his ears. He felt breathless hearing that beautiful sound and watching the way your face changed. You were gorgeous. Even the way you blinked had him enamored.

He swallowed hard as you giggled and playfully nudged Natasha when she made a joke. You hadn't even directly spoken to him yet and he was already absolutely whipped for you.

After a while, everyone dispersed, and Tony led you to your room. Which coincidentally was right across from Buckys.

He awkwardly stood in his doorway as he watched someone bring two duffels and a box into your room. You didn't have much. He had a feeling you had tactical gear in those duffels and a few sets of fatigues. He had to admit he was a bit surprised considering your bubbly personality. He thought you'd be the type to have a bunch of cutesy clothes to wear when you were off duty. And some pretty things to decorate your room.

Though to be fair you'd basically come straight here from the military. You'd hinted at having enhanced abilities, but Bucky doubted you'd been given the same serum as him or Steve. He had to admit he was excited to see what you were capable of.

You'd dropped the box on your bed and noticed Bucky across the hall.

"Hey! You're Bucky right?"

A bit embarrassed to have been caught watching, he just silently nodded.

"You're also a super soldier, yeah?"

He nodded again and you offered a soft smile.

"Steve's more the talker huh?"

Bucky huffed out a chuckle.

"Definitely." He responded.

It was the first time you'd heard him speak and it sent shivers down your spine and a heat between your legs. He'd caught your eye the moment you entered the common room, and now his room was straight across from his. If you had to describe the situation in one word it'd have to be "fucked." It woukd be heaven and torture to have such a gorgeous man living mere feet away from you.

"Well I look forward to spending more time together. I don't mind silence." You offered a sweet smile. You couldn't help but notice the way his cheeks tinged red at that, which you found incredibly adorable.

This was going to be an interesting experience.

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Not as Bullshit as I Thought

Summary: World where your soulmates first name is written on your right arm in their handwriting. Dean however thinks the whole concept is ridiculous. That is until he actually meets his soulmate.

Warnings: cursing (duh), brief mention of violence

Dean hated the concept of having a soulmate. With how much Chuck had fucked up the world he found it ridiculous that he'd somehow be able to decide that two people were perfect for each other. The idea was obscene, so he'd made the effort to always cover that name scrawled on his arm. He never went looking for you.

You felt much the same. A soulmate seemed like a stupid concept. There was no way in hell there was another person out there who was absolutely perfect for you. You didn't bother covering your mark, but you also never made any effort to find this mysterious "Dean."

Dean was hunting a vampire that had been terrorizing a small town. He'd already questioned the victim's partners, friends, and anyone else of interest. And he'd managed to figure out where this vamp could possibly be hiding.

He was coming back to his motel room after a late lunch to change out of his fed suit and into proper hunting clothes, and you were doing the same. You didn't see him but boy did he see you.

It was like you hit him with a truck. He froze in place as he watched you get out of your classic Ford Landau, your suit fit you perfectly. He felt like he'd never seen a woman so beautiful. The curve of your jaw and shape of your lips. It made his heart pound. He watched as you walked to your motel room door, swiftly unlocking it and stepping inside.

The moment you were out of sight he shook himself from his stupor. You were definitely hot, but right now wasn't the time to get distracted. He had a hunt to finish.

He prepped his gear and waited til the sun began to set, when he got back outside your car was gone. He didn't think anything of it, assuming you'd gone out for dinner. Maybe you were a business woman. He grinned at the thought, he liked the idea of someone as gorgeous as you being in power.

He drove to the abandoned cabin a few miles out of town, parking a little ways away so he could take them by surprise. He crept through the woods, machete in hand. But as he got closer to the cabin he heard the sounds of crashing and yelling.

Dean took off running toward the cabin, had the vamp already grabbed another victim? And they weren't dead yet.

He burst through the door in time to see you kick the vamp in the chest, causing it to stumble back. You were baring your teeth and there was a feral look in your eyes as you swiftly brought your machete down to behead the monster.

You looked over at Dean with blood sprayed over your face. You glanced him up and down, a slight smirk on your face.

"Seems like I beat you to it."

Dean stared at you in surprise for a moment, that bloodthirstiness he'd seen in you just two seconds ago had left him feeling things he'd never felt. He cleared his throat.

"Guess so."

You chuckled and wiped the blood on your face.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you."

Dean froze the moment you spoke your name. There was absolutely no way it was really you. But at the same time, he'd met others with that same name and never had he felt the way he was now. He stared at you, jaw dropped.

"Uh..hello?" You looked at him slightly amused.

"Dean." His voice was rough and gravelly.

Your eyes widened. The moment you'd seen him you knew there was something off. But you hadn't been expecting this.

"You're fucking with me."

"Afraid not."

The two of you stood there staring for a moment, unsure of how to go about this.

"Let...let me see your mark. Maybe it's a different y/n for you and a different Dean for me." Your voice sounded desperate. You really didn't want to be stuck with a soulmate.

Dean stepped forward and rolled up his sleeve, exposing his soulmate mark. Sure enough it was your name, in your handwriting. He looked at yours too. The both of you sighed.

"Damnit." He grumbled.

"You're telling me."

You both stood there in silence, just staring at the others mark. Neither of you had expected this. Neither of you wanted this. Yet here you were. Seems the universe ensured you'd at least meet each other.

"So...what do we do from here?" You asked and looked up at him.

He really was attractive. A strong jaw, defined lips that looked incredibly kissable, and pretty green eyes. You hadn't met a guy this hot in...well ever really.

"Hell if I know. I didn't mean to ever meet you. Never believed in this whole soulmate bullshit." He grumbled as he made eye contact with you.

"Yeah me neither."

You two stared at each other for a few moments before you sighed.

"I don't expect anything from you but I think at the very least I should treat you to dinner. For hijacking your hunt and all." A small smile tugged at your lips.

He couldn't help but chuckle at that and nodded I'm agreement, "I could get behind a free meal."

The two of you walked to your respective cars to meet at a diner back in town, you'd wiped your face off with a towel and changed into a new shirt before driving off.

When you got to the diner he was leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for you. His eyes grazed over your car as you pulled up.

"You've got a sweet ride." He says as you get out.

"You do too. 67?"

"Yes ma'am." He couldn't help but grin.

"Dinner time?" You gestured to the doors of the diner and he nodded, following you inside.

The two of you sat down at a booth, ordering some food before awkwardly sitting there.

"So...Dean Winchester I'm assuming?"

He chuckled, "Yep. And you're also a hunter."

"Sure am."

"How long you been doing the job?" He was genuinely curious.

"Since I was a kid. My parents were hunters."

He nodded, that explained why you took down that vamp on your own so easily.

There was another few moments of uncomfortable small talk until the conversation started flowing. It felt natural. Easy. Right.

Dean had the ability to make you laugh like no one else had. And your giggle and smile made his heart flutter for the first time in his life. He was having a hard time not immediately falling for you. He kept trying to remind himself that the concept of soulmates was absurd, but it was hard to believe that when sitting in that crappy diner with you felt like home. He couldn't remember feeling this comfortable with anyone. He found himself hoping you were also feeling this connection.

Eventually it had gotten late, you had both long finished your food and had been talking until closing. Eventually he walked you to your car.

"You goin back to your motel?"

"Nah, I'm taking off. Got a new case."

He seemed disappointed by your answer, but nodded.

"I could give you my number? Maybe we can meet up again after." You offered a shy smile.

"That'd be great." He had a huge grin as he offered up his phone.

You type your number in and sent yourself a text before handing it back.

"Got it. I'll uh...see you around, soulmate." You grinned back at him.

"Yeah, I'll see you."

The two of you stood staring at each other for a moment, neither wanted to leave. Dean took a hesitant step closer, you were mere inches from each other now. You felt your heart pounding. You'd never felt so at ease around someone.

"Could I...could I um..." Dean's tone was nervous, wanting to ask that question but not really sure if he should.

"Could you what?" You teased and chuckled as Dean's cheeks flushed red.

"Ah damnit nevermind." He grumbled and looked away.

You smiled and reached up to cup his cheek and turn his face to you.

"Yes. You can."

Dean's face lit up and his hands moved to your waist as he leaned in to gently press his lips to yours. He kissed you tenderly, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his. It gave him butterflies. It didn't take long for you to part your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth with a groan.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and raised his other hand to run his fingers through your hair, the action had you melting.

The jingle of the diner door opening as the staff left finally made you pull apart. You looked back at each other as a waitress shot you an amused glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"Maybe this soulmate stuff isn't as bullshit as I thought." He chuckled.

"I was gonna say the same."

You stood there in each other's arms for a moment before you leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips again and stepped back.

"I've gotta get going, but I'll talk to you soon Dean."

"Drive safe sweetheart." He said with a soft smile, hands stuff in his pockets while he watched you get in your car.

"Will do." You blew him a kiss as you backed up and pulled out of the parking lot.

Dean watched you leave with a goofy grin on his face. Maybe this soulmate thing wasn't so bad. After all, he seemed to have gotten a pretty damn good one.

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Chapter 4

Dean winchester x fem reader

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

Summary: A case takes you to your hometown where you have the displeasure of running into a very shitty ex boyfriend. Dean doesn't seem to take this too well.

Warnings: cursing, violence, suggestions of domestic violence, suggestions of sexual assault

You were in your room reading a book when Dean knocked on your door and peaked his head in.

"We got a case."

"I'll start packing." You grinned.

You still mostly did cases on your own, but every now and again you and Dean would team up. You enjoyed spending time with him, he was funny and charming, though he could be a tad immature at times. And he was an excellent hunter, you two seemed to read each other's minds, working together seamlessly.

You'd been on the road for half an hour before you asked Dean the details of the case.

"Definitely a werewolf. Three people dead, all missing their hearts."

"Pretty cut and dry. Where exactly are we going?"

"Greer, Arizona."

You felt yourself tense. If you'd known that's where the case was you'd have never agreed to go.

Dean glanced at you, "Whats the deal?"

You bit your lip, it was a small town so there was no way you wouldn't run into people you knew. You could only hope he had moved on.

"That's uh-thats my hometown. So people will recognize me."

"That may make things a little more complicated but we can handle it. You might need a new badge though." He frowned.

"Not to worry, I have one with my real name on it. You never know when you'd need it."

"Smart girl."

You grinned. Dean had gotten more comfortable with you the last few months, hed even started using pet names with you. Itd been a little strange at first, but you didnt mind it. Actually, it seemed they'd all started to accept you as part of the family. It made you feel good, to have people who cared.

The two of you talked for awhile during the drive, you made the mistake of asking about that doctor TV show he loved so much. He went on and on about Dr. Sexy.

Soon enough you'd reached Greer, you looked out the window, familiar sights passing you. The memories were coming back.

Sneaking out into the woods at night with your friends, seeing who'd get scared first. Spending your Friday nights at the diner. You tried to push away the bad memories that kept trying to pop up, but it was hard to forget the things he'd done.

You pulled into the parking lot of one of the local cabin places. The town didn't really have a motel, so you'd have to rent a cabin. Dean approached the man at the front desk and you turned to browse some pamphlets by the front door.

"Checking in?" He asked, offering a smile.

"Ah no, we wanted to ask if there was a cabin we could have for a couple days." Dean answered.

"Oh I'm sorry we don't really do last minute reservations. Maybe try another place?"

You recognized that voice, you turned around.

"Jessie?"

"Holy shit, y/n. Is that really you?"

"Uh yeah. Wow it's been forever."

"No kidding. What? Eight, nine years now?"

"Yeah, how are you?"

"Its been...mixed. Mom's letting me run this place now. But uh, Des, Minnie, and Robin. Well...they were killed."

"Wait the deaths are them? Oh my god. Me and my partner are working that case right now. I had no idea."

"Partner? Case? You a fed now?"

"Yeah. FBI."

"Thats...wild. I knew you'd wind up doing something cool. You weren't suited to staying here in this tiny town."

You smiled, "It's mostly paperwork honestly. But I enjoy it."

"Well it's good to see you. Let me see what I can do for you."

"You're a lifesaver Jay."

"The only one available is a one bedroom. Everything is booked up, you know how it is this time of year."

"That's fine. We'll figure it out. Seriously, thank you."

"No problem. Let me know if I can help with anything. Oh, and Liz is working at the police station now so she'll probably be the one to talk to for the case."

"Sounds good. I'll see you later."

"Sure thing." He said, handing you to the key.

"You know where the Eagle Cabin is right?"

"Yup."

"Good luck then."

"Thanks!"

You and Dean made your way out to the car and back to the cabin, "Guess I'm glad I took you and not one of the others."

You chuckled, "Guess so."

The two of you made your way into the cabin, dropping your things on the kitchen table and then taking out your suits.

"Dibs on the bathroom!" You called behind you as you rushed into the bedroom and then into the bathroom.

"You little minx!" He shouted, but you could hear the grin in his voice.

A few minutes later the two of you were ready to go, on your way to the police station.

"Desmond Jones, Minnie Smith, and Robin Elward. All of them found dead, with their hearts ripped out."

Liz gave you a list of where the crime scenes were, as well as the addresses of the families and of the victims.

You and Dean interviewed the families, as well as Robin's roommate. None of them could really give you anything of use, except for Robin's roommate, Alyssa. She said something about them all falling out with Jessie, but she didn't know why.

"So, you think it's this Jessie guy?" Dean asked.

"I want to say no, he was such a sweet guy when we were younger. Kind and considerate. But being turned changes you, it's entirely possible he's a completely different person now."

You bit your lip, "It's getting late. Why don't we get some food and pick it up in the morning. We can interrogate Jessie and his girlfriend."

"Sounds like a plan."

The two of you returned to your cabin and changed back into your everyday clothes before heading to the diner.

At the diner you were recognized by a few of the staff and other patrons, chatting with them before sitting down at a booth.

"I remember their burgers being pretty good. Their country fried steak ain't too bad either."

"Both sound pretty good. I think I might get-"

"Hey y/n."

The voice made your stomach drop. You looked up, and there he was. Evan. The boyfriend you'd left behind when you'd ditched this town.

"I see you're back. You didn't come see me." His voice was cold, his eyes were blank.

"I uhm-"

"It was pretty bitchy of you to leave like you did."

"My parents had just died-"

"Do I look like I give a shit?"

You swallowed and stared down at your hands in your lap. Suddenly you were back to your 20 year old self, terrified and submissive.

Dean looked between the two of you.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same question. Are you her new boyfriend? You know she's not worth shit right?"

Dean's jaw clenched, "I think you need to walk away now."

"Or what?" Evan sneered.

Dean stood, getting right up into Evans personal space, "Or I'll take you outside and kick your ass so hard you'll wish you were dead."

Evan stared at him for a second before backing down, he turned to you.

"Watch yourself y/n. Wouldn't want something to happen to you." He hissed.

Once Evan was out the door Dean say back down and looked at you.

"Y/n who the hell was that?"

"My um-he was my boyfriend back when I still lived here."

"What'd he do to you?" His tone was hard.

"Nothing." You answered quickly. Too quickly.

"Bullshit it was nothing. You're shaking and I've never seen you so...scared. You can talk to me sweetheart."

He was right, you were shaking. Your anxiety had risen astronomically since Evan had shown up.

You looked about at Dean, you could see the concern in his eyes as he looked at you. You took a deep breath.

"He um. He got kind of physical when we fought or if I did something wrong. And...and he was um touchy."

"I'll kill him." Dean stood, ready to stalk out the door after Evan. You stood and grabbed his arm.

"No! Don't. Please. It was a long time ago."

"He still did it. And he should be punished."

"Dean." You pleaded, he turned to look at you, "Please."

He frowned, "Fine. But if he shows up again I'm beating his ass."

You sighed in relief as you both sat back down. Soon enough your waitress came by and you ordered.

You were fiddling with your straw wrapper while you waited, carefully avoiding eye contact with the man across from you. You were ashamed and embarrassed. You didn't want him to think of you as weak.

"Hey." Dean cleared his throat.

"I know you can take care of yourself, but if something like that ever happens again you tell me alright? I'll handle it."

You gave him a half-hearted smile and nodded. That seemed to be enough for him as he nodded and sat back in his seat.

When your food came you two were quiet at first, until Dean asked you about that movie you'd tried to get him to watch the other night.

It quickly pulled you out of your funk, telling him about the characters and how well written it was and how much you loved the costumes the actors wore.

Dean was relieved to see you smiling again, to see your eyes lit up. The you he'd seen when Evan approached you was a you he never wanted to see again.

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Au of dean reciprocating cas' confession

This is not an au this is actually what happened you guys are just misremembering obviously.

Reciprocation

Dean Winchester x Castiel

Summary: What actually happened when Cas confessed his love to Dean

Warnings: I mean it's the confession scene so it's a little angsty

"And she's gonna kill you, and then she's gonna kill me."

Dean and Cas exchange a look, the situation seemed hopeless.

"I'm sorry." There was a pain in Dean's voice, regret.

"Wait, there is...there's one thing she's afraid of. There's one thing strong enough to stop her. When Jack was dying, I made a deal to save him."

"You what?"

"The price was my life. When I experienced a moment of true happiness, The Empty would be summoned, and it would take me forever." Cas explained.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

Cas could hear the suspicion and rising anxiety in Dean's voice. Cas started to tear up.

"I always wondered, ever since I took that burden, that curse, I wondered what it could be? What my true happiness could even look like. I never found an answer because the one thing I want...It's something I know I can't have. But I think I know...I think I know now. Happiness isn't in the having, it's in just being. It's in just saying it."

"What are you talking about man?" Dean felt his stomach drop. He felt like he knew what Cas was saying but he hoped he didnt. He didn't want it to end like this.

"I know. I know how you see yourself Dean. You see yourself the same way our enemies see you. You're destructive and you're angry and you're broken. You're 'daddy's blunt instrument.' And you think that hate and anger thats...that's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not. And everyone who knows you sees it. Everything you have ever done, the good and the bad, you have done for love. You raised your little brother for love. You fought for this whole world for love. That is who you are. You're the most caring man on Earth. You are the most selfless, loving human being I will ever know."

Cas smiles, and though tears are beginning to stream down his cheeks, it's full of love and joy and relief. Relief that he's finally getting to express the feelings that he'd kept hidden for so long.

"You know, ever since we met, ever since I pulled you out of Hell... Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. I cared about you. I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack... I cared about the whole world because of you." Cas laughs, the tears are still falling.

"You changed me Dean."

"Why does this sound like a goodbye?" Dean asks quietly. Inside he's praying. Praying that it's not a goodbye. That it's not the end.

"Because it is."

Dean takes a breath, wanting to say something, wanting to beg Cas to stay.

"I love you." And Cas smiles at him. Smiles brighter than he ever has, a weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Don't do this Cas."

Dean hears a wet sound behind him and turns to see the black goo of the empty squeezing in through the walls. He turns back tearfully.

"Cas..."

Cas puts his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Goodbye Dean."

"What?"

And Cas shoves him aside, allowing the empty to come forward, to take him.

"Cas!" Dean calls out, pleading.

Cas looks at him and smiles.

"I love you too." Dean screams, pain evident in his voice.

He sees Cas' eyes widen before he's swallowed by the empty, taking Billie right along with him.

He'd finally gotten what he'd wanted. He'd finally gotten the thing that would make up for everything, the pain and the struggles and the loss he's experienced his entire life. He'd gotten the love of the angel, the love that would make him feel whole again. And it was ripped from him. Stolen, before he could even have a second to enjoy it.

He sits back against the bunker wall, processing what had just happened. He feels his phone buzz, a call from Sam, and he presses ignore. Dean drops his face into his hands, shoulders shaking with sobs. He'd lost what he'd always wanted.

It's only a few weeks later when Dean dies in that barn, hand clutching Sam's.

He opens his eyes to a country road. He grins.

"At least I made it to heaven."

"Yep."

Dean whips his head to where the voice came from, seeing Bobby sitting in a chair on the wooden porch of Harvelle's Roadhouse.

"What memory is this?"

"It ain't ya idjit."

"Yeah it is. Cause the last I heard you...you were in heavens lockup."

"Was. Now I'm not."

Bobby pauses before continuing.

"That kid of yours, before he went...wherever, made some changes here. Busted my ass out. And then he..."

Dean sits down on the chair next to Bobby.

"Well, he set some things right. Tore down all the walls up here. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies anymore. It's what it always should have been. Everyone happy. Everyone together. Rufus lives about 5 miles that way... With Aretha," Bobby gestures up the road, "Thought she'd have better taste. And your mom and dad... they got a place over yonder." He gestures in another direction, "It ain't just Heaven, Dean. It's the Heaven you deserve. And we've been waiting for you."

Bobby takes out a beer for Dean and himself while Dean smiles proudly.

"So Jack did all that?"

"Well...Cas helped. It's a big new world out there. You'll see."

"Cas? He's around?"

Bobby grins, "Yeah he's around. He's been waitin for you too."

"Where?" Dean's voice is filled with nervous anticipation.

Bobby gestures to the door, "Inside. Go see your angel."

Dean sets his beer on the table and gets up from his chair, standing in front of the bar door for a moment before pushing it open.

It takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the light difference of the bar, but when he does he spots that familiar trenchcoat and messy head of hair sitting at the bar.

His breath catches in his throat.

"Cas?"

Castiels head turns toward Dean, and he smiles, swiveling around on the bar stool and standing up.

"Hey Dean."

Dean stands there for a moment, taking him in, before rushing forward and wrapping one arm around the angels waist and using his other hand to cup his cheek before pulling Cas into a kiss.

He pulls back, staring into Castiels eyes. Tears were forming in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks.

"I've wanted to do that for so long."

Cas smiles softly and wipes away Dean's tears.

"I have too."

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Wine and Secrets

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summary: A rich kid au where the two of you have grown up closely together with your dad's being business partners. You're best friends and both of you harbor secret crushes. What happens when the two of you get drunk together in your room?

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing

You absolutely despised attending the parties your parents hosted. The only upside was that since your dad and John Winchester were business partners, they were always invited. Which means you had an excuse to see his son and your best friend, Dean. It also meant you got an excuse to see Dean in a suit.

You'd been harboring feelings for your best friend for the last few years. It'd been entirely frustrating. You never intended on making a move. Dean was really your only friend, or rather your only friend you could be yourself with. So you appreciated him and didn't want to risk losing him.

You sighed and swirled your glass of champagne. Currently you stood alone, Dean had yet to arrive. You'd texted him, and he'd said he was on his way, but that was twenty minutes ago. You couldn't say you were surprised, Dean wasn't known for being on time. But it still annoyed you to no end.

"Whats a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"

You whirled around to see a grinning Dean standing before you. He took the champagne glass from your hands and took a sip, gazing at you over the rim.

You raised a brow, "What took you so long?"

"I had to make sure I looked my best for you sweetheart." He said with a wink.

You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered nonetheless. That pet name always made you feel like that. If only he knew the effect he had on you.

You took your champagne back from him, finishing it off.

"So how's the party so far?" He asked.

"As boring as ever. The people are so annoying. Elizabeth tried to talk to me."

"Seriously?"

"I walked away. I didn't even want to entertain her." You snorted.

"That's my girl. Take no shit." He grinned proudly.

My girl. God you wanted to be his girl. His.

You smiled in response. Your eyes glanced down and noticed his tie was crooked.

"Dean, again? Seriously, you'd think you'd know how to tie a tie by now." You grumbled.

"Maybe I do it wrong just so you'll fix it." He flirted.

You rolled your eyes but set your glass down and stepped forward and reached up to adjust his tie. When you finished you brushed off his shoulders and stepped back.

"Now you look civilized."

"Boring."

"The price you have to pay for being the heir to a company."

"A company I don't even want." He grumbled.

You sighed, it was a bit of a sore spot for the both of you. The two of you were set up to inherit the company and run it together, but frankly, neither of you wanted it.

"What do you say we sneak off and forget we're heirs for the night?"

His raised his eyes to meet yours, "Really?"

"Mhm."

You stepped back and held your hand out for him to take. He grinned and took your hand, letting you lead him out of the ballroom and up to your room.

He'd been in your room before, bunches of times, but that still didn't stop him from wandering over to your dresser to admire the little trinkets you'd collected over the years. Most of them from him.

"You've had to have looked at those at least a million times." You said, amused.

"I like to look."

"Uh huh. Quit snooping and cmere." You said as you pulled a bottle of wine out from under your bed, along with two glasses. Dean sat next to you in your bed, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his suit jacket.

"Oooo. You're hiding alcohol in your room? What would your father say?" He said in a scandalized tone.

"Probably something similar to what he'd say if he knew you were up here alone with me." You winked.

"Mmm because I'm so big and bad."

"You're a boy."

"Excuse you. I am a man."

You started to giggle.

"Whyre you laughing? Stop laughing." He tried to act angry but he couldn't help the smile that stretched across his face.

"Just shut up and drink." You said as you shoved a glass of wine towards him.

Over the next hour you and Dean drank and talked. Telling stories you'd told hundreds of times before. Teasing each other. And then gossiping about the kids of the other businessmen and women.

"Cindy is dating a different dude. Some guy named Leo."

"Seriously? She was dating someone else like a month ago."

"She's got a more exciting love life than I do." You groaned.

Dean chuckled, "You're so dramatic."

"I'm not though. Either people just aren't interested or the guys that are get too scared of my dad. No one is willing to brave him to date me. I'm not worth it." You complained, flopping onto your back.

"Of course you're worth it."

"Dean you're legally required to say that."

"I mean it."

You looked at him, you could only see the back of his head, but you could hear the anger in his voice.

"What're you getting so tense for?"

"I just..."

You sat up, "You just what?"

"I just wish you knew how special you are."

"Dean..."

"You are special y/n. You're amazing. You're smart and beautiful and funny and kind."

Your heart sped up, there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite place, but you wanted to ease it.

"Careful Dean, you're gonna make me think you're in love with me." You teased.

"So what if I am?"

You froze, your breath caught in your throat.

"What?"

"So what if I am in love with you?" He growled out, finally turning to look you in the eye. His face was unreadable.

"Dean you've had too much wine you don't know what you're saying."

"I know exactly what I'm saying. Wine or not."

"I..." Your brain way too hazy to formulate a proper response.

You'd wanted this for you didn't even know how long. And suddenly he was there in front of you and it was happening.

But Dean took your lack of response as a rejection.

"Forget it." He grumbled, gathering his stuff and heading out the door.

It wasn't until he'd left the room that you realized what was going on.

"Dean! Wait!" You called out to him. But he didn't turn around. You chased him down the stairs, stumbling a bit. But he was out the front door and didn't turn around.

"Dean! Please!" You pleaded, but he got into the backseat of his car and drove off.

"Damnit damnit damnit!" You shouted, tears coming to your eyes.

It had finally happened. He was there. In front of you. He'd said exactly what you wanted to hear. And you just let that slip through your fingers. He'd left.

The next few days were incredibly frustrating. Your dad had you doing work in the financial department of the company, so you couldn't go find Dean. Instead you texted. And called. But he never answered.

You were desperate, you'd left voicemail after voicemail pleading for him to talk to you. But they remained ignored.

Finally on your days off you opted for showing up at the places you knew he'd be. Or at least you thought you knew. He was nowhere to be found. So, you went to his house.

His maid, Gina, answered the door. She greeted you warmly.

"Gina can I ask you a favor?"

"What is it dear?"

"When Dean gets here can you please not tell him I'm waiting in his room?"

"Did you two have a falling out? Is he avoiding you? I ought to give that brat a whipping." She narrowed her eyes.

You chuckled, "Something like that. Thanks Gina. I owe you one."

"Not a problem dear."

When you got into his room it was just as messy as usual. Clothes tossed on the floor, books and papers scattered on his desk. You smiled softly, he'd never been tidy. It was endearing.

You sat on the bed, playing on your phone while you waited. An hour later, the door creaked open. You looked up, Dean was staring at his phone. You could see the eyebags, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple days. He looked rough.

You stood, waiting for him to notice you. He kicked the door shut and finally looked up, eyes widening when he realized you were there.

"Dean-"

"No. You need to leave."

"Dean please-"

"No, y/n. I can't. I can't do this. I can't sit here and listen to you tell me you're sorry that you don't feel the same. I can't listen to you say we can still be friends. I can't just-"

"Will you fucking listen to me damnit!" You interrupted him. He looked shocked, you'd never raised your voice at him before.

"God Dean you're so fucking infuriating. You sit there and you get all in your head that you have the right idea without listening to what other people have to say."

"I-"

"No. I'm not done. You've been ignoring me for five god damn days and it pissed me off. You didn't return my calls or texts or anything. You even avoided going to places you usually do because you knew I'd be there. Did you even listen to my voicemails? Did you?"

"Yes." He whispered, he was staring at the ground, avoiding your fiery gaze.

"Then how could you not come see me? At the very least call me back? After everything. After all these years how could you not give me the opportunity to respond to that?" You'd started to tear up.

"I'm sorry."

"God Dean. I just. I've been sitting here the last few days beside myself because my best friend, the person I rely on and care about the most won't talk to me."

You hadn't even intended on yelling at him and scolding him like this. You'd thought it'd be a tearful reunion, one full of love and kisses and affection. But the hurt and the anger and frustration you'd felt over the last few days had built up into this big cloud of pain and anger and it needed to be released.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice was painfully tense.

"How could you not give me the opportunity to tell you that I love you too? That I feel the same way?" The tears were falling now.

His head flew up, staring at you in shock.

"Wait you-you do?"

"Yes Dean. Yes."

The coat in his hand fell to the floor as he stepped towards you, taking your face into his hands and kissing your tears away. Your own hands came up to hold his, sobs shaking your body.

"I'm so so sorry sweetheart. I'm sorry that my idiocy came between us and hurt you like that. I never should have left that night."

He kissed your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. You kissed him back hungrily, desperately.

You kissed him until you ran out of breath, pulling back, panting.

"You're such a fucking dumbass Dean Winchester."

"I know."

"You ready to brave my dad then loverboy?"

"Absolutely. I'm gonna marry your pretty little ass, I swear it."

"I'm holding you to that."

"Good."

And he leaned down to kiss you again.

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Chapter 3

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Chapter 1

Previous chapter

Summary: Wanting to see you in action again, Dean tags along on a hunt

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

A few days had passed since you'd started staying at the bunker. It was an interesting experience, living with people after being on your own for so long. Despite the largeness of the bunker it seemed like someone was always nearby.

You'd made a grocery run with Cas, offering to tag along with the angel. He intrigued you. You'd seen plenty of strange creatures during your time as a hunter, but never an angel. He was gruff, quiet, and very straightforward.

Though he looked relatively harmless, his rumpled clothes and messy hair made him seem like a little kid, you could sense that he was a dangerous person. You wondered if you could beat him in a fight if it came down to it. Probably not.

He was kind to you, a bit awkward, but he'd tried to make you feel welcome. He let you pick out a cereal for yourself, insisting that since you were a part of the crew then you should have your own food. It'd made you smile. You supposed it was Mary's influence that had made him feel more open to accepting you. He'd probably be more reserved if she hadn't talked you up so much since you'd met her and Bobby.

Speaking of Bobby, he'd returned the day after you and Mary and the boys did. He was delighted that you'd be staying with them, clapping you on the shoulder and grinning at you. You must've made a good impression with him as well. You had mostly kept in touch with Mary, but he'd check in on you every now and again. And you'd called him a few times with lore questions and to ask for advice.

You were all sitting in the main room, you were reading a very interesting book on hellhounds, a creature you'd never seen before, when Sam spoke up.

"Looks like we've got a case, Kent, Ohio. A girl was found in an alley by a bar, throat ripped out. Third one this week."

"I'll take it!" You piped up.

"Mind if I tag along?" Dean asked.

"Uh not at all." You said, giving him a smile.

You didn't typically want or need a partner on a straightforward case like this, but it felt kind of weird to say no. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to get to know your housemate right?

Within a few hours you were packed up and loaded into Baby and on the road. Dean had put on some music, which you recognized as Metallica.

"Alright, Metallica, you've got good taste."

"Finally, someone who appreciates my great taste in music." Dean grinned.

"Don't tell me Sam doesn't like the classics."

"Despises them. He prefers to listen to podcasts on the 95 theses or whatever."

"Your brother has no taste." You chuckled.

"You're tellin me."

The drive to Kent was pleasant. Dean's music and the scenery kept you entertained. He wasn't much for small talk, which you appreciated. A quiet drive was one of your favorite things, a peaceful moment in this chaotic mess of a job.

You arrived at a motel near the center of town when Dean parked and turned to you.

"Do you want your own room? Me and Sammy usually share, two beds, but seeing as you're a lady and you don't know me very well..."

"Nah its fine. Get one room. I'm not worried about you trying anything, Mary would have your ass." You winked.

Dean grinned, "That she would. Sit tight, I'll be out in a minute."

After a few minutes Dean cane back out, moving the car to a spot in front of your reserved room.

You went and dropped your stuff on one of the beds, stretching your legs after being in the car for so long. You'd been in the car for longer, but a 15 hour drive still left you feeling stiff.

You decided to take the rest of the night to sleep, and get an early start tomorrow. Dean was asleep within minutes, you could hear his light snores.

You turned over to look at him, he looked softer when he slept. Not as cocky and definitely not as tense. Seemed he held onto a lot more stress than he probably realized.

You sighed and turned to lay on your back. You hoped this hunt would go well. You didn't like working with someone else, but you were determined to make a good impression on Dean. You wanted him to be willing to let you stick around.

Eventually, you fell asleep. Dreaming of an old life.

The next morning the two of you made a quick breakfast run, stuffing your faces at a diner across the street. The pancakes were pretty decent, and the coffee was strong. It was a good start.

When you returned to the motel, you and Dean changed into some suits, ready to go talk to the local police about the crime scene.

You had changed in the bathroom while Dean changed out in the room, when you walked out, you were taken aback by just how good he looked in a suit.

It made him look good, though suits really just had a tendency to make any man look good. You couldn't help but rake your eyes down his form, admiring the way the shirt stretched over his biceps.

"Like what you see?" He had a cocky grin on his face as he winked at you.

"I like suits." You shrugged.

"You like men in suits." He corrected.

"What can I say? I've always liked a cleaned up man."

"Fair enough. Ready to go?"

"Yup."

The police really hadn't given you much. What they had given you was that all the victims had been seen at the same bar the night of their deaths. All women. You and Dean figured it was a male vamp, flirting his way into a meal. You'd decided you'd go in as bait.

You hadn't thought to bring anything to try and seduce a vamp so you had to make a quick shopping trip. You were in some small boutique in town, going through their dresses.

"How about this one?" You held up a white dress with floral print, it was cute, innocent.

"Nah, the victims were all wearing sexier stuff. Short. Tight...like this." He held up a small black dress, it had a plunging neckline. Definitely a lot sexier.

"Alright, let's ring it up."

"Not gonna try it on?"

"It's my size isn't it? It's fine. Besides if it's a little small it'll just add to the look."

Dean shrugged, "Alright."

When you came out of the bathroom in that tight dress and your hair done up in an elegant style, Dean wolf whistled.

"Damn, I'd eat you up too." He grinned.

You snorted, "Whatever. Let's go."

When you arrived at the bar you sat alone at a table, a whiskey in hand. Dean sat a little ways away, when you looked over in his direction he winked at you, causing you to smile a bit. You had to admit, he was cute.

Eventually, a man approached you. Arm around the back of your chair.

"Mind if I buy you a drink?" He stared down at you hungrily. You figured this was the vamp, no one else had approached you tonight, and he had that predatory look in his eyes that you'd come to recognize after years on the job.

"That'd be great." You said, pretending to check him out. He really wasn't your type. A bit scrawny for your tastes.

He disappeared for a moment before bringing you another whiskey, you'd made eye contact with Dean and had given him a nod. He was ready and waiting.

You were suspicious of the drink, all the girls autopsy reports showed that they'd been roofied. You bit the inside of your cheek, the only way to avoid this was to fake a few sips and start acting woozy. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.

And he didn't. 15 minutes later he was leading you out of the bar, you were stumbling after him. He led you to the alleyway, the same one all the other girls had been killed in.

He pressed you up against the wall, getting ready to bite when Dean turned the corner.

"Hey bloodsucker!"

The vamp whipped his head around and took a step back, growling at Dean. Dean tossed you a machete, which you easily perked up and caught.

"You stupid bitch." It hissed.

"Au contraire my friend. It seems you're the stupid bitch, taking a hunter into an alley." You grinned. The vamp saw the shift in your demeanor, a look of shock overtaking it's features.

Dean lunged at it, but it pushed him away. Then you lunged at it, slashing at its abdomen. It cried out in pain, clutching it's side. You pushed forward, blocking the punches it tried to throw before swiftly decapitating it, blood spraying in your face.

You turned to Dean, grinning. He just stared at you.

"I think that's the fastest I've ever seen someone take down one of those things."

"I'm just another breed of hunter." You winked.

Dean hadn't missed the feral look in your eyes once you got your hands on a weapon. You'd been delighted to have the opportunity to take down the pest. He liked it a little more than he'd like to admit.

You returned to the motel and cleaned up. You'd managed to get the case solved in less than a day. That was a record even for you.

You and Dean made a pretty good team you supposed. You wouldn't mind going on more hunts with him in the future, he didn't hold you back or slow you down. He managed to keep pace with you the entire time.

The drive back was nice, Dean even let you pick a tape to play. You chatted a bit here and there, he told you about what Sam was like growing up. A scrawny little kid until suddenly he shot up and was taller than Dean.

"So what were you like then?"

"A real ladies man," he grinned, "I had girls all over. Left some heartbroken. I hunted with my dad sometimes but usually took care of Sammy. How bout you?"

"I was pretty normal honestly. I did well in school, snuck out to see my friends at night. Bit of rebelling here and there but nothing too wild."

"Sounds nice."

You smiled softly, "It was. I miss it sometimes. The simpler days. But nothing really compares to the life I have now."

"Hunting really is it's own thing."

You hummed in agreement.

You really did miss your old life sometimes. You missed working a regular job, you missed going out with friends. You missed your parents. You enjoyed what you had now, but you couldn't help but wonder what would have become of you if you hadn't gotten into hunting.

Jack and Cas were there to greet you when you and Dean returned. Mary and Sam had left on another case. You greeted them and talked about the hunt before retreating to your room.

You pulled the dress out of your bag as you were unpacking and held it up.

"Might as well keep it. Could come in handy one day." You murmured before folding it and placing it in one of your drawers.

You heard a knock on your door and opened it to find Dean.

"Whats up?"

"Just wanted to say good job on the hunt. You did well."

"Thanks, so did you." You smiled.

"Uh, we were gonna go watch a movie if you wanted to join us. Beer and popcorn, and Cas bought some candy earlier." He offered.

"I'll be there in a moment."

"Great." He nodded and walked off.

You smiled, you appreciated that they wanted to include you. Maybe it wouldn't be too difficult to fit in here.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Next chapter

Summary: When a hunt starts to get tough, you call in Mary for help. Dean tags along, interested in meeting this hunter his mom won't stop talking about.

Warnings: violence, blood, cursing

Sidenote: crocottas are monsters that appear human and are said to lure their victims into the woods by mimicking the voices of their loved ones so that they can consume their soul.

You'd been investigating this case the last two days. The first day you figured out it was a crocotta. The second day you figured out it was actually two.

After just barely making it out of the forest, you made your way back to your motel room and bandaged your wounds. You'd tripped while trying to escape in the dark and had a nasty scrape on your forearm, and there was a nasty bite on your neck. They'd almost gotten you, you were lucky to be able to fight them off.

You sighed, you would not be able to do this alone. You were a good hunter. A great one even. But even you couldn't take on two crocottas without help.

You turned on your phone and scrolled through your short list of contacts before finding the one you wanted.

The phone rang three times before she picked up.

"Hey y/n."

"Hey Mary, I'm having some trouble on a case and could use yours and Bobby's help."

"Yeah sure! Fill me in."

"Two crocottas."

"Two? You're sure?"

"Considering they both tried to eat my soul, yes I'm sure."

"Bobby's out on a case with a different hunter, so I'll have to bring one of my sons."

"Bring whoever you want. We could use plenty of hands on this one."

"You got it. Text me where you are and we'll leave as soon as we can."

"You're a lifesaver Mary, thank you."

A few hours later and there was a knock on your door. You opened it to be greeted by Mary and two men standing behind her.

"Mary! Thank you so much for coming!" You said as you moved in for a hug. Mary hugged you tightly before you stepped aside to let them in.

"These are my boys, the tall one is Sam and the other is Dean."

"Nice to meet you." You smiled at them, looking them up and down.

Sam's long hair was tucked behind his ears and he offered you a kind smile.

Deans chiseled jaw and nice build certainly caught your eye. He was definitely your type. However, you didn't really think it was a great idea to try and hook up with your friends son.

"So, two crocottas?" Dean asked.

"Yup."

"They usually hunt on their own. Strange to have two in one spot, let alone to have them work together."

"You're telling me," you responded, "I've never seen anything like it."

"Alright, we've got our gear, ready to go?"

"Dean she's injured we should wait until tomorrow." Sam argued.

"No no it's fine. I'm ready to go."

"Honey are you sure? We can wait." Mary murmured to you.

"Yes, I'm good. I want those fuckers dead." You grinned.

The four of you practically fell into the motel room when you'd gotten back. The fight with the two wendigos had been brutal, and everyone had injuries. You pulled out your first aid kit, first tending to yours and Mary's wounds before turning to Dean while she helped Sam.

"Nah I'm ok." He said trying to wave you off.

"Dude, just let me see your arm. You definitely need stitches, that thing cut you pretty good."

"Listen to her Dean." Mary scolded.

Dean sighed and peeled off his flannel, leaving him in a black short sleeve, which you rolled up over his shoulder. You were right, it had cut him pretty good. Three jagged slashes adorned his bicep, though they weren't bleeding anymore.

You wet a cloth to clean up the blood around the area, then disinfected the wounds. Dean hissed in response.

"Sorry. The stitches are gonna hurt too." You muttered.

"Just get it over with."

You carefully stitched up his wounds, ensuring that they wouldn't come undone unless he really exerted himself.

Dean took this opportunity to really get a look at you. You had a small cut on your cheek, probably from running into a branch or a bush. Your eyes were focused, glued to his arm. He looked at the way your jaw curved and the way the strands of hair that'd come out of your ponytail framed your face. You were beautiful, he thought.

You'd been very sweet and encouraging since he'd met you, joking around in the car on the drive to the forest edge. You'd even teased Sam a bit. You had watched their backs out there, and had actually saved his ass. Seeing the difference between the kind and caring you right now and the bloodthirsty ruthless you he'd seen taking down those crocottas gave him whiplash. It was like you were a completely different person.

"Done!" You sat back and admired your handiwork, giving Dean a smile.

"Thanks."

"Anytime." You said as you began packing your stuff up.

"So...where you off to next?" Sam asked.

"Not sure yet," you replied, "I'll probably stay here a few more days until I find another case and then hit the road."

"Well, if you wanted, you could come stay with us." He offered.

"Huh?"

"We've got plenty of room in the bunker, and I'm sure it'd be nice to have a home base. A bed to call your own." Mary piped up.

"And we could use skill like yours on the regular."

"I don't know, I'm more of a lone wolf type of girl." You chuckled.

"That's fine, we're not asking you to go with us on every hunt. Just come join us so we can ask you for help if needed." Sam explained.

You hesitated. Sure, it would be nice to actually have your own room. A place you could call home. A safe place you could go to. But at the same time, you hadn't relied on anyone in years. Not to mention, you really weren't going to be around for a whole lot longer.

"Please, y/n?" Mary whispered.

You looked up at her.

"I worry about you. You're on your own, no one to rely on. It's less likely for something to happen if you come stay with us."

You sighed. She wasn't going to let up on this, and she'd gotten her boys in on it too. And from what you'd heard, they were more stubborn than she was.

"Fine. I'll go."

Mary's face lit up and she pulled you into a hug. Sam grinned and Dean looked pleased.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

You'd chosen a room at random, not realizing yours was right next to Dean's. You put your stuff away, you didn't have much so it didn't take very long. Then went and showered before joining the others in the main room.

"There you are," Mary said as you walked in, "I want you to meet Castiel and Jack."

"The angel and the nephilim." You said, looking between the gruff man and the bright blond boy. They both eyed you curiously.

"Mary talks about you all a lot." You shrugged.

"Well it's nice to meet you. She talks about you a lot too." Jack said.

"She does?" You blinked.

"All the damn time," Dean chuckled, "You'd think she's your mother."

You laughed and sat down at the table, taking a sip of the beer Dean passed to you.

"It's a nice place. How the hell did ya find it?"

"Long story. Used to belong to this group called the Men of Letters. Pretty useful stuff in here. Has all the lore you could ask for." Sam explained.

"Cool." You nodded.

"So how'd you get into hunting?" Jack asked.

"Yeah I was wondering," Sam said, "Mom talks about you a lot but she never mentioned how you got into this life."

"Ah...yeah. Well about 8 years back a werewolf broke into my parent's house and killed them. He was one of a long string of deaths in town so obviously some hunters came to investigate. Long story short they gave me the talk and took me in and taught me everything they knew. They were killed during a case a few years ago."

"I'm sorry, that's a tough way to get into it."

You shrugged, "It's alright. Keeps me sane honestly. I don't think I could just go around living a normal life knowing that there's things out there like that killing people."

"I get that." Sam murmured.

The table went quiet. You bit the inside of your cheek before standing.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed. Thank you guys for having me out here. Night."

A chorus of goodnights sounded in the room and you walked off to yours. You cuddled up in bed and waited to fall asleep. Not too long later you heard the door of the room next to yours shut.

Maybe it would be nice having actually friends. If they were anything like Mary, you'd definitely treasure them.

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Enough

Dean x fem reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Summary: While on a hunt, you meet two other hunters working the same case.

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing

You kicked back the vamp who'd rushed at you, it fell into a table breaking it. It hissed at you, quickly standing and eyeing you angrily. It's four friends had already been decapitated, their bodies lying dead on the floor.

The thing began to circle you, you watched it carefully, looking for an opportunity to strike. You were about to lunge when the front door of the house you were in burst open.

Two people, a man and a woman came running in armed with machetes. The temporary distraction allowed for the vampire to lunge at you, knocking your own machete from your grip.

"Fuck!" You shouted, you raised your arms trying to keep the thing from biting you.

While trying to fend it off the man tackled it off of you, struggling with it for a moment. You scrambled to grab your machete but when you looked up the woman had already cut off its head.

The woman turned to you, "Are you alright?"

"Uh yeah. I would thank you but I also wouldn't have been put into that position if you two hadn't burst your way in."

"Sorry bout that. We were going to come in quietly but we heard a crash."

"Fair enough."

"I'm Mary, and this is Bobby. How about we buy you a drink to make up for it?"

"Y/n. And I guess I could accept that." You said, smile tugging at your lips.

Fifteen minutes later the three of you were sitting at a table at a bar sharing a plate of nachos and drinking some beer.

"Youre tellin me you tool out four, nearly five vamps all by yourself?" Bobby asked, shocked.

You shrugged sheepishly, "It's not a big deal."

"Do you normally hunt by yourself?" Mary asked.

"Yeah. I've only every met a few other hunters and they were paired up already."

"Well shit. You must be pretty good then."

"I'd like to think I am." You grinned.

The three of you shared some hunting stories, talking until the bar began to close.

"Where ya stayin?" Bobby asked.

"Mickeys Motel over on Orange Street."

"Oh us too! You wanna get breakfast before we head out of town?"

"I'd love to!" You grinned.

The next morning you all met up in the motel parking lot.

"Yall got any ideas?" Bobby asked

"There's this sweet little place near the center of town I went to yesterday, it's pretty good." You offered.

"Alright. Let's go then. We'll follow you." Mary said.

You smiled to yourself on the way to the restaurant. It wasn't common to meet other hunters, and when you did they were friendly, but not friendly enough to want to spend more than an evening talking to you.

You hoped that Mary and Bobby would be your friends, they were a bit older than you, but they were easy to get along with. Even Bobby, with his gruff nature. He reminded you of your dad.

"No Bobby it was so funny. He was literally wearing those cartoon heart boxers. It was straight out of a Looney Toons episode." You cackled.

"I can't believe it. What an idjit." He chuckled.

Mary turned to you, "What do you say we trade numbers. You being on your own like that, it might come in handy to have some backup."

"That would be great!"

You passed Bobby your phone and he put in his number and passed it to Mary.

"I'm also going to put in my son Dean's number, in case you can't reach either of us."

"There's no way you have a son old enough to hunt." You said, shocked.

Mary chuckled, "It's a long story."

You just nodded in response.

The three of you talked for a bit before parting ways.

It would be awhile before you saw each other again.

When Mary and Bobby returned to the bunker, Dean and Cas were there to greet them.

"Hunt went well?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, we actually didn't have to do much. Another hunter took care of it. We came in at the end." Mary explained.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. Sweet kid. Think she's a bit younger than you."

"Nearly took out an entire vamp nest on her own." Bobby said.

Dean raised his brows, "Shit. You got her number right? She'd be a good resource."

"Of course we did. We're not idjits." Bobby snorted.

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Early Mornings

Dean Winchester x gn reader

Fluff

Summary: Morning Dean is your favorite Dean

Warnings: none

It was early when you woke up, the bunker was dead silent, aside from the sound of Dean's light snores in your room.

You smiled softly, face buried in his chest as you inhaled deeply, Dean's spicy soap filling your senses.

You didn't usually love waking up early, but when you were snuggled up next to Dean with his arms holding you close, you loved it.

Usually whenever you stared at Dean he teased you, a cocky grin spread on his face as he raised his brows and teased you. It never failed to embarrass you. But in the quiet of the mornings, you could stare as long as you wanted.

Your eyes trailed over his sleeping face. He looked so soft when he was asleep. The stresses of the job seemingly nonexistent. You lifted your hand to trace the shape of his lips, you loved his lips. You loved the way they moved when he was speaking, you loved the way they grinned proudly at you after a successful hunt, and you loved the way they kissed you so lovingly when the two of you were alone.

You sighed contentedly. Dean was so much more than you ever thought you'd have. He adored you. He was strong and resilient, determined and courageous. And he loved with all his heart when he allowed himself to. He was protective and brave and so, so kind.

Your hand trailed down to trace his jaw. That jawline had killed you when you first saw it. It was perfect. He was perfect. To you.

Dean's eyes cracked open and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Good morning sweetheart."

"Morning Dean."

"I will never get over the feeling of waking up to that pretty face of yours."

"I could say the same handsome." You murmured as you kissed him.

"Mmm morning kisses. My favorite."

His voice was heavy and rough with sleep. It always gave you butterflies. You loved sleepy morning Dean.

"You're a sap." You teased.

"Uh huh." He said, kissing you again.

He pulled back a little to look at your face, raising a hand to stroke your cheek.

"I'm the luckiest man in the world."

"And I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

"Well aren't we a pair." He murmured as he pulled you close again.

The two of you laid there for awhile, tangled up in each other as the time ticked on. Occasionally you'd tilt your head to kiss his neck, an action that caused him to hum happily and kiss your head in return.

Eventually you could hear the sounds of the others in the bunker waking up, soft footsteps went passed your room that you could recognize as Mary's.

"We should get up." You whispered.

"Just a little longer baby. We don't get to do this enough."

"Mkay."

After awhile longer someone came knocking at your door, Mary peeked her head in.

"I'd wondered where Dean had gone off to. He wasn't in his room. Breakfast is ready if you want it. Pancakes." She smiled at the two of you.

She'd been your number one supporter from the beginning. She was the first person you told about your feelings for Dean. If it weren't for her encouragement, you likely wouldn't be snuggled in bed with him like you are now.

"Bacon?" Dean asked.

"What do you take me for? Of course there's bacon."

"We'll be there in a moment, thanks Mary."

"No problem honey." She said with a smile, before shutting the door and heading back to the kitchen.

You looked up at your lover, "Breakfast?"

He sighed and kissed your forehead, "Yeah alright."

He stood and pulled on the shirt he'd discarded on the floor the night before. You liked the feeling of laying on his bare chest, so you'd demanded he take his shirt off before getting in bed with you.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed and put on some socks, the bunker floors were cold in the winter mornings.

Dean took your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours as you walked to the kitchen. You smiled warmly at him and he smiled back.

What more could you possibly ask for?

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I'm Not Jealous

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Fluff with a sprinkling of angst

Summary: While on a hunt, you and the boys bumped into another hunter working the same case. You decide to join forces, but you and this new hunter get along too well for Dean's liking.

Warnings: descriptions of violence, blood, little bit of angst, implication of sex

Dean watched as you giggled at something that hunter, Ian, had said. His jaw clenched when you touched Ian's arm and moved in closer to him.

He huffed as he turned his attention back to his array of weapons as Sam gave him a knowing look.

"You know she wouldn't be flirting with someone else if you'd made a move sooner."

"What the hell are you talkin about?"

"Come on man, it's obvious how you feel about her." Sam pushed.

"She's our friend, Sam. I just don't want her to get taken advantage of."

"Uh huh."

You were hunting a werewolf, it had killed four people in the last few days and you all intended on putting an end to it.

You'd tracked it to an abandoned farmhouse a few miles outside of town, and were preparing to make a move.

"Y/n! You ready?"

You turned to face Dean, giving him a bright smile and a thumbs up.

"Alright, let's move!"

The four of you walked back out to your cars, the werewolf having been taken down without too much trouble. There would definitely be some bruises but nothing too serious.

You were leaning back against Ian's car, chatting. Dean watched, brows furrowed as he put away his weapons. His blood boiled when Ian reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Dean, you can't keep angrily staring at them."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He grumbled, averting his eyes and slamming the trunk shut.

"Hey! Ian and I are gonna go grab some dinner. I'll see you guys back at the motel, kay?"

"Yeah...whatever." Dean grumbled, not sparing you a glance.

Sam side eyed him before turning to you, "Yeah no problem. Be safe, call if you need anything."

"Will do Sam." You smiled and turned back towards Ian's car.

"You just cannot stand the thought of her with someone else." Sam chuckled.

"I just...shes never been the type. She doesn't do one night stands."

"What makes you think it's a one night stand?" Sam raised a brow.

"You can't have relationships with this job Sammy. It just doesn't work."

"Maybe not with a normal person. But two hunters? That would work better."

"You don't think she's seriously considering dating that...that...prick?"

"Ian's a nice guy Dean."

"He's not good enough for her."

"You don't think anyone's good enough for her." Sam snorted.

Dean glared at him.

"You are seriously oblivious to how much you like her, aren't you?"

"What're you on about?"

"Do you not see the way that you look at her? The way you light up when she walks into the kitchen in the mornings? How she's always the one you check on after a hunt? You've always guarded her against guys at bars. You've always taken care of her Dean."

"She's family Sam. We take care of family." He growled.

Sam sighed, "Whatever you say."

When you returned later that night, Dean was sitting up in bed watching TV next to a sleeping Sam.

"Hey!" You whispered.

Dean glanced at you, "You have fun?"

You smiled, "Yeah, Ian's great."

He grunted in response, shutting off the TV and sliding under the covers. You bit your lip, you'd kinda hoped he'd have more of a reaction to you going out with someone.

You'd had feelings for Dean for years, but either he didn't notice or he chose not to. Eventually you'd resigned yourself to being his friend, his hunting partner. But you'd always wished for me. Maybe that was why you never pursued someone, you'd always kinda hoped something would happen.

But Ian was funny and cute, and you figured maybe it was time to move on. You'd tried to have a good time tonight, but all you could think about was what it'd be like to be with Dean. You'd come clean about it to Ian, not wanting him to get too involved with someone who was in love with another man. But he'd said it was okay, he was willing to wait for you to fall for him instead. He'd even asked you out again next week. It felt good to be wanted, to have someone want to be with you.

A week later and you're getting ready for your date with Ian. He'd invited you out to this nicer restaurant. Definitely a lot nicer than you were used to. You'd put on a form fitting black dress that came down to the mid thigh and accentuated your curves, the neckline plunged, showing off your chest a bit. You'd left your hair down for once, letting it frame your face nicely. And youd put on some nice perfume Mary had gifted you awhile back. You felt good and you looked good.

You walked out into the main room and the boys looked up as you did, Sam and Cas raised their brows and Dean choked on his beer.

"You look nice." Cas said.

"Really nice. I think I've seen your hair down like...twice." Sam said.

You grinned, "Thanks guys. Its definitely a change from what I'm used to but Ian's taking me to some fancy place in town so the usual jeans and t-shirt weren't an option."

Dean was staring at you, looking you up and down, seemingly in shock.

You heard a knock at the door, and shouted for him to come in. Ian came in, a bouquet of flowers in hand. He came down the stairs and his eyes widened when he saw you.

"Wow."

"Thanks." You smiled at him.

He wordlessly handed you the flowers, still staring. You left the room to try and hunt down a vase.

"You better treat her right." Dean said. Not even looking at Ian.

"Oh like you have?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean growled, standing and whipping around to face him.

Ian had a look of contempt on his face, like he was disgusted by the mere sight of Dean, "Nothing."

"No what the fuck-"

"I found a vase," You said as you entered the room again, "Put them in my-what's going on in here?"

"Nothing! You ready to go?"

"Uh yeah, sure." You said, eyes on Dean's clearly irritated face.

The evening was wonderful, Ian was lovely to be around. And the food was great. You entered the bunker again later that night with a smile on your face, which was quickly gone when you saw the pissed off look on Dean's.

"Dean? You ok?"

"Why are you going out with him?"

"Because I like him? What do you mean?"

"You've only ever needed us. Why has that suddenly changed? What could he possibly give you that me and Sam and Cas and Jack can't?"

You looked at him, shocked. He had stood and turned to face you.

"You can't have seriously expected this to never happen?"

"Why not? We've given you everything you need. A home, protection, family. What else is there?"

You blinked, "What?"

"What does he give you that we cant?" He growled.

You shook your head, "I want to be loved, Dean. I want to be held and kissed," your voice rising, "I want to be taken on dates and brought flowers. And God damnit I want to have sex!"

He just looked at you in shock.

"Listen," you continued, "I love you guys. You mean the world to me. But you all can't give me that. You can't give me what I want." Your voice broke.

"Why not?"

Your face contorted in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Dean's jaw clenched, "Why cant I be the one to give you that?"

"What?"

"Why not me y/n? I know I'm not the ideal partner, I drink a lot, I'm not the most emotional, and I know I don't deserve you, but I can try. I want to try. I want to give you that. I want you to smile at me the way you smiled at that schmuck."

You took a step back, ran your hands through your hair. You'd wanted this for so long. You'd imagined it, imagined what he'd say, what you'd say. But suddenly it was actually happening and you didn't know what to do.

Dean stepped forward and took your hands into his rough ones.

"Can't you give me a chance to do that for you?" He pleaded.

"God damnit Dean. I finally try to move on from you and you drag me right back in."

He drew in a breath as you looked up at him, teary eyed.

You stepped forward and leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

Dean felt his heart flutter at the small action, he stared at you wide eyed.

"You just...you..."

"I kissed you Dean." You said with an amused look on your face.

He broke out in a wide grin, "Wow."

"Wow?" You snorted.

"Shut up." Though you could tell he really didn't mean it.

"So are you gonna just stand there grinning like an idiot or are you gonna kiss me?"

"I'm gonna kiss you." He said as he leaned down, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his body, and kissed you.

You sighed happily, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him like you'd been waiting to for thousands of years. And in some ways, it felt like you had.

He pulled back and began pressing kisses to your jaw and neck, you giggled. The feeling of his stubble brushing against your neck sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach. His lips moved down your neck nipping and sucking, leaving marks along the way.

"Dean..." You breathed, your hands gently tugging at his hair.

"You're mine now. And I'm gonna make sure everyone knows it. Especially that wussy little prick you went out with tonight."

"He's not wussy and hes not a prick." You snorted.

"Seriously?"

"At least he was open about his feelings from the beginning. It didn't take him years to realize how much of a catch I am." You grinned.

Dean groaned, "You're not gonna let that go are you?"

"Oh definitely not. It took you three years to finally tell me you wanted me. Three years and me dressing up to go out with someone else."

"God when you walked in...I just couldn't believe it. I'd never seen you like that. Most beautiful woman I've ever seen. And then when I realized it was for that pr-" He paused when you gave him a look, "For that man. It pissed me off. I wanted you to dress like that for me."

"Oh Dean, you lovely oblivious idiot." You cooed.

"An oblivious idiot that you fell for." He teased.

"Damn right I did." You said and pulled him down to press little kisses all over his face.

As you moved to kiss his cheek he turned his head to catch your lips.

"Now, let me show you something Ian definitely can't do." He grinned, picking you up and carrying you off to his room.

The next morning you wandered out sleepily in one of Dean's t-shirts. Sam looked up at you, taking in the way you looked before grinning.

"Finally figured out his feelings huh?"

"Took him long enough." You laughed.

"Damn right it did. I've been watching you two pine after each other for way too long."

"It only took that long because he's an idiot."

"Who's an idiot?" Dean asked, walking into the kitchen and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"No one." You said as you and Sam shared a knowing look.

Dean narrowed his eyes, "Uh huh."

"Nothing to worry about love, eat your bacon." You chuckled.

Dean shrugged and sat at the table, loading his plate with eggs and bacon.

You smiled, a cup of coffee in your hand. You felt satisfied. And happy, and you knew you'd only feel happier as time went on.

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Hugs and Kisses

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summmary: Dean's just smitten with you and finally gets up the confidence to tell you those three special words.

Warnings: none

You were chopping some vegetables when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

"Dean, I'm cooking."

"I know." He murmured.

He began to gently press light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

"Stop, that tickles." You said, though a smile was evident in your voice.

He grunted in response and continued to kiss you, nipping at your skin a bit.

"You're very distracting." You said as you set the knife down and turned to face him, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"Mhm." He was giving you that look that was reserved only for you.

It was soft, his face wasn't tense or frowning like it usually was. A smile graced his features, and his eyes were full of love.

"Do you want something, my love?"

"Maybe." His eyes flicked down to your lips.

"And what could that possibly be?"

You liked to make him ask outright. He always got a little sheepish about it, not used to wanting affection, let alone that type of affection. It made your heart flutter to see him shy and flustered.

"I think you know princess."

"Do I?" You grinned. You definitely did.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a few moments passed.

"Can I-can I kiss you?"

You grinned, "Yes Dean, you can kiss me."

Eagerly he leaned forward, lifting one hand to cup your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Dean loved kissing you, it was intoxicating. He loved feeling you smile against his lips, he loved feeling you kiss back. He loved holding you while he did, feeling you so close to him. There was a time when he never thought he'd be able to do this.

You hummed in contentment as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Your hands moved to run through his hair, he loved when you touched him so freely and lovingly.

Before, anytime he was touched by a woman it was sexual, they only want to get in his pants. But with you, you just wanted to touch him, to memorize the planes of his body and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He loved feeling your fingers run through his hair.

He gently pulled back, eyes taking in your face. The way you looked at him so adoringly.

"I love you." He said.

Both your eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

"Wait, shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-its too soon isn't it? Fuck y/n-"

"I love you too." You said quickly, before he could lose himself in his worries.

"Really?"

"Yes Dean. Really. I love you." You said softly.

You stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed in relief, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for awhile, content with standing in each other's arms.

"You're my world ya know," he finally said, lifting his head to meet your eyes, "You're my light, my life. You've given me so much and asked so little in return and I just...I'd do anything for you."

"Dean..."

"You don't have to say anything. You love me too, and that's made me happier than I've ever been. I don't think I could get much happier than this."

He was smiling so hard, his eyes were full of love, and he was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered.

And he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"Now," he said as he pulled back, "Why don't I help you finish up dinner?"