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This isn't a problem. Pt2

Synopsis: Dean and the reader were preparing to become parents, but when Lisa and Ben are kidnapped, Dean leaves to rescue them — a decision that might change their plans for the future."

Bobby let the Winchesters and me stay with him full-time, even though I insisted on finding a place of our own. Dean didn’t want to leave me alone during hunts, but he refused to let me tag along too. So, staying at Bobby’s was the only compromise we could live with. I know pregnancy is supposed to be a blessing, but don’t be fooled—it’s not easy. I had to give up so much to keep this baby safe. And the moment everyone found out, it was like my body finally gave itself permission to unleash every possible symptom.

The nausea hit every morning like clockwork. I was constantly exhausted, like I’d just gotten back from a hunt that had gone sideways. Dean, for all his rough edges, had been incredible. He took care of me as best he could. That’s why, while I was laid out on the couch researching a lead on the door to Purgatory, he was sitting at my feet, massaging them with that same tenderness he tried to pretend he didn’t have.

Then his phone rang.

I caught the name on the screen: Lisa.

My stomach turned. Jealousy is ugly, but so is honesty. A few seconds into the call, though, it was clear—it wasn’t Lisa. It was Ben. And he was in trouble.

I sat up, heart pounding, as Dean barked instructions over the phone. Something was wrong—very wrong. Moments later, he handed me the phone, face pale, and told me Crowley had them.

“I have to go after them,” he said, voice tight with guilt and panic.

“Okay,” I said softly. But he didn’t move.

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you, but—”

“Dean,” I interrupted, “it’s okay. I don’t care that she’s your ex. They’re innocent, and Ben is just a kid. Go. Do what you have to do.”

He kissed my forehead and thanked me in his own quiet way. Then he and Sam started arguing about the plan. Dean wanted to go alone. Sam refused. In the end, Bobby and I stayed behind to work the case.

Dean gave me clear instructions before leaving: stay inside. Do desk work. Nothing more. He hated the idea of me being in danger. Bobby went out to dig for leads, leaving me behind with nothing but Lovecraft books and a growing pit of anxiety.

They didn't come inside that night.

I woke up on the couch surrounded by papers. The sun had already risen, and no sign of the boys. I got up to look for them—just to check. I wasn’t going far. Just wanted to make sure they were okay... maybe bring them food.

The salvage yard was quiet—too quiet. I heard raised voices near the tool shed and followed them.

Dean’s voice cut through the air: “Lisa and Ben, wherever they are… it’s my fault. And if they get hurt…”

He stopped when he saw me standing in the doorway. A demon, possessed and bleeding, was tied up in the center of the shed. The stench of sulfur clung to the walls.

“What are you doing here?” Dean snapped.

“I came to see if you needed anything.”

“What’s the one thing I asked you? Huh? To stay in the damn house! Is it really that hard to follow a simple order?” His voice was sharp, cutting deep.

Dean had never yelled at me before.

I stared at him, something inside me snapping. “Listen here, Winchester. You don’t get to give me orders. I do what I want. And if you ever yell at me like that again, I’ll rip that damn tongue right out of your mouth.”

I didn’t wait for his reply. I turned on my heel and walked out, tears burning my eyes.

Sam followed me, catching my arm gently.

“He didn’t mean it,” he said, voice soft.

“But he did,” I replied.

“He’s scared. He thinks he’s failing everyone, and you being here—safe—it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.”

“No, Sam. Every time Lisa’s involved, I come second. I thought this time would be different…”

Sam sighed and hugged me. There was nothing else to say.

Later that day, after I’d tried and failed to focus on research, Sam came back with news:

"How are you feeling?"

"Great." I muttered, clearly in a bad mood.

"Why don't you go up, take a shower and rest? Bobby found a few things and he'll be back to fill us in." He suggested.

"Why do you Winchesters think you can tell me what to do?" I snapped again. The hormones weren’t helping.

"Hey! I'm not telling you what to do, just trying to help." He replied offended.

"I..I know. Sorry Sam. You're right, I need a break." I apologized and dragged myself upstairs.

A hot shower. Pajamas. A bed that didn’t feel like mine. I drifted off to sleep to the muffled voices of Sam and Dean downstairs—along with someone else. I didn’t ask.

A noise woke me.

Glass shattering.

I reached for the gun in the nightstand and crept through the hallway. Something was wrong. The air was too still, too cold. The window was broken. The boys were nowhere in sight.

Then I smelled it. Sulfur.

They were here.

Four demons surrounded me before I could run. I screamed—my only defense. A fist met the side of my head, and the world went black.

I came back in front of what looked like a warehouse or factory, restrained by a tall, strong man, a blade pressed to my throat.

Dean, Sam, Ben… and a wounded Lisa were just inside. Dean’s eyes locked with mine—and I saw him break.

“You better let her go,” Sam warned, his voice pure steel.

The demon just smiled and pressed harder. Blood trickled down my skin.

“Crowley warned you, Dean. You don’t listen. So now? You learn the hard way.”

Dean raised his hands. “Take me. Just let them go.”

But the demon only laughed. “Oh no. You’re going to suffer first.”

The blade moved—and I felt it. Fire in my throat. Blood pouring out. I couldn’t breathe. I choked, helpless, as the world tilted.

When I tried to breathe, air wouldn’t come — only blood sprayed from my mouth with every desperate cough.

I didn’t see what happened next. Everything became a blur. Dean’s desperate screams were distant, like I was underwater. The demon dropped me, but I didn’t hit the ground. Instead, the arms of the man I love caught me protectively.

As I choked on my own blood, I felt Dean’s hands at my neck, trying to stop the bleeding. He knew it was pointless, but desperation drives us to irrational actions.

When I met Dean’s stormy eyes as my vision faded, I could only think of our baby — that innocent life that wouldn’t even get the chance to be born.

And then—light. Air filled my lungs like I’d been drowning. Instead of warm blood, I taste the cool rush of fresh air. My body trembled with relief — The pain vanished. I opened my eyes to find Castiel there, his hand gently resting on my forehead, his expression unreadable.

“Cas,” I whispered. “Thank you.”

He only nodded—and was gone. Castiel is our friend, and working with Crowley or not, he still saved me.

Dean pulled me to his chest, his body wracked with sobs. His face was red and wet with tears. I’d never seen him like that.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered with that broken voice, and I hugged him back.

“You didn’t,” I replied, clinging to him.

We looked over—Lisa and Ben were standing, safe. Healed. Castiel had saved them too. Sam stood beside the demon’s lifeless body, watching us with a mix of concern and relief.

“They’re okay,” Dean said, helping me up. “I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to yell at you earlier.” He looked so disappointed at himself.

“It’s okay, baby.”

"No. It’s not okay. I shouldn’t have left you alone. I was an idiot, and I almost got you killed. I don’t know what I’d do if you had…”

“Dean, I’m alive.”

“I know. I know,” he said, pulling me into him again.

“Dean,” Sam called, and only then did Dean let go of me, kissing my forehead before walking over to his brother. Apparently, they needed to find a car to get us out of there.

Then Lisa approached me.

"Hi,” I greeted.

“Hi,” she replied, just as awkwardly.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s not your fault.”

“No, but I feel guilty. I kinda wished Dean wouldn’t go after you. I wanted you gone.”

Lisa blinked, then smiled sadly. “I used to wish something bad would happen to you too. Back when I was with Dean.”

“Why?” That confused me.

“Because even then, he never stopped talking about you. You were always there. I dated that man for a year and lost count of how many times I had to hear about you. No matter the situation. If we tried a new burger place, Dean had to mention how you’d love it. If we were out with friends, he had to talk about how funny you are and share your jokes — which honestly weren’t even that funny, but he’d laugh like you were there telling them in person.” I was speechless. All that time, I thought Dean had forgotten about me and moved on. "He’d tell me you would just his best friend, but deep down I knew that wasn’t it. You weren’t just some ex who stayed around as a friend. “I hoped one day he’d forget you. But after today — the way he reacted when he almost lost you — I know I could wait an eternity and he’d still love you.”

I didn’t know what to say. My eyes filled with tears and we hugged. Maybe not as friends—but as two women who finally understood each other.

“Thank you, Lisa. For telling me all that.”

“It’s okay. You deserve to know the truth and I'm I grown up, I know how to lose.”

Sam and Dean returned with a white pickup and looked at us, confused.

“Everything okay here?” Sam asked, glancing between us. I nodded, wiping away my tears.

"Yeah. We're okay." I told him. They both accept the answer even if the still looked confused.

“Just a bunch of girls talk,” Ben muttered as he climbed into the truck, making me laugh.

We took Lisa and Ben home, and Dean apologized a million times for everything. He said he’d never show up in their lives again, and Lisa didn’t argue. When Dean returned from dropping them off, I expected him to be destroyed.

Instead, he smiled.

"You know... I think we can start looking for that house you wanted.”

"Really? What about the whole 'not leaving me alone' thing?”

“I was wrong. We need a space. For the baby. For us.”

Sam appeared in the doorway. “And me.”

Dean smirked. “You’re staying in the doghouse.”

“We’re getting a dog?” I asked, laughing.

Dean grinned like a kid again. The boy I met so many years ago, before Hell and all the madness that came after. Our life will always be uncertain — we can only make the most of each moment.

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Just a little chapter inspired by this song I was listening 🎧 (I'm coming back for editing latter, promise)

Hips don't lie (Dean Winchester x reader)

Being a hunter was never easy, and Y/N had always known that. Hunting had been part of her upbringing. But life got a little more bearable when she joined the Winchester brothers. They were fun and great company, most of the time. Dean had been her favorite since day one — he had that look that could knock a woman off her feet without even trying, and every inch of her body ached to be in his arms. But romantic relationships complicated even normal lives — let alone theirs. So, she settled for his friendship and moved on. She was grown enough to deal with her feelings.

Dean felt the same, but unlike her, he didn’t care much about complicating things. He had tried for weeks — flirting, throwing compliments, seductive glances — until he finally gave up, thinking maybe she just wasn’t interested.

That night, the hunt had gone well. A vengeful spirit had been laid to rest, and, as tradition demanded, Y/N, Dean, and Sam headed to the nearest pub to enjoy a night like normal people. That was the reward for saving lives.

The pub was packed, music blasting through the walls. Y/N lit up the moment she heard the signature beats of Latin music — her favorite for dancing. But it was only when the first notes of Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira filled the air that she lost control. Closing her eyes, she let her body move with the rhythm.

Dean usually avoided watching her dance like that — as if in another life she’d been a stripper instead of a hunter. But this time, he couldn’t look away. He was mesmerized by the way her hips swayed to the Colombian beat.

He wasn’t the only one. People slowly moved aside, making room for her to dance freely, while she stayed lost in the music, her body moving as it pleased.

When a man tried to approach her, Dean couldn’t help his protective instinct — he stepped in, his hand resting firmly on her waist.

Y/N opened her eyes and found his. She felt like she was on another planet, so she didn’t question it — instead, she moved closer to him, still swaying with the music.

Dean wasn’t a dancer, but he was enjoying every second of it, even standing nearly still with her body pressed to his.

“You dance way too well for someone who keeps a shotgun in the trunk,” he murmured in her ear, his voice low and rough.

She smirked, eyes still locked with his. “And you stare way too much for someone who said he gave up.”

Dean chuckled, leaning in. “Maybe I was just taking a strategic break.”

She tilted her head, lips almost brushing his. “And is that break over?”

“Completely.”

The kiss happened like time had been waiting for it. It wasn’t rushed or clumsy, but full of everything that had been held back for too long — desire, curiosity, tension built up between glances and teasing words.

Sam saw them from across the room and simply rolled his eyes with a smile. Finally.

When the song ended, Y/N was still in his arms. Dean rested his forehead against hers and murmured:

“So... are we really gonna complicate things now?”

She looked at him, a playful glint in her eyes. “Complicating things is what we do best, Dean Winchester.”

Dean took her hand and gently pulled her off the dance floor, leading her to a quieter corner of the bar. The flashing lights still blinked in the background, but everything felt distant now — like they were in a bubble made just for them.

“You know what this means, right?” he asked, fingers still laced with hers.

“That everything's gonna get a lot messier?” she raised an eyebrow.

“That I’m not pretending I don’t want you anymore,” he said, voice firm, eyes blazing with truth.

Y/N felt her stomach flip — not out of fear, but anticipation. She knew the risks. Lived with them every day. But right now, with Dean looking at her like that, it all seemed worth it.

“Then stop talking and kiss me again,” she whispered.

And he did.

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This isn't a problem

Prologue:Amid end-of-the-world chaos and supernatural threats, a very human problem unexpectedly arises. How will Dean and the reader face something so normal—and yet so life-changing?

After Sam and Dean stopped the apocalypse, I really believed we’d finally get some peace. I mean, without the father of all evil around, who could possibly torment us? If you guessed “the mother,” you’re right.

“The Mother of All,” as we came to know her, started out as just a rumor. We didn’t even know if she was real—or even possible. But the string of strange events that followed proved otherwise.

It all happened so fast. It wasn’t like Lucifer’s rise, carefully planned and executed. No, she hit like a tidal wave, no warning, just pure destruction for anyone in her path. Which meant... we had work to do.

Whenever something threatens humanity, we’re the ones called in. Especially Sam and Dean. I don’t usually get involved in the physical stuff—I’m much better at finding things no one else can. A photographic memory kind of makes me a walking encyclopedia of all things supernatural. But hand-to-hand combat? Not exactly my strong suit.

Still, I’d never let the boys face something that dangerous alone. Especially not after what I found out last week.

Dean and I were together for nearly five years. It started with banter and teasing, but eventually, we got tired of the games and gave in. We had our ups and downs—he wanted out of the hunting life at one point, and I knew I was too tied to it to ever really let go.

Then came Lisa. That broke me. While he played house with her, I worked alongside soulless Sam for almost a year. Dean had left the life behind, and I told myself I didn’t tell him Sam was alive because I was respecting his wishes—but honestly? It was payback. I wanted him to feel the same betrayal I did when I watched him move on so quickly after Sam "died."

When Dean finally found out Sam was alive, things slowly returned to normal—well, except for the whole “missing soul” issue. I was one of the first to notice something was off. I tried talking to Grandpa Samuel, but he brushed me off, saying hell changes people. But I knew better. Dean had been to hell too, and he never lost who he was.

It took time—and a lot of sacrifice—but we got Sam’s soul back. And during all that, Dean and I found our way back to each other. He admitted his time with Lisa wasn’t just a fling; he cared about her. But he also knew it was more about escaping and keeping a promise than building a life.

When we reconnected, I decided to take things slow. No labels. My heart was still bruised, and only I knew how much I’d suffered after our breakup. Dean was understanding, though he thought it was silly to waste more time when we both knew we were meant to be.

After the chaos that came with Eve, I thought things couldn’t get more complicated. Then I saw the positive result on the pregnancy test I’d taken just to be sure.

This couldn’t be happening. I’d been with Dean for five years and never got pregnant—why now?

It’s been two days since the positive, and I still haven’t told him. Maybe now isn’t the right time. Dean’s already got enough on his plate. Apparently, so do I—because we’re all gathered in Bobby’s living room, and I only snapped back to reality when Sam raised his voice.

“Hey. You okay? You kind of zoned out.” My friend—and future baby uncle—asked with concern in his eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good, Sam. Go on.”

“Now that we have the phoenix ash, we need to find Eve,” Sam continued.

“Right. I’ll start digging.” I agreed and left the room to grab my laptop from the guest room.

“Hey, beautiful. Are you really okay?” Dean asked from the doorway. I hadn’t even noticed he’d followed me.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

“Why don’t you get some sleep and start researching later?” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“We don’t have time for that, Dean. While we sit here talking, who knows what that psycho’s up to out there.”

“Well, once we deal with her, I’ll give you a full-body massage as a reward,” he said with that cocky grin.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you, Winchester?”

Dean smiled and kissed me gently before pulling away.

“I’ll let you work. I know I’m not great for focus.”

“You know what I love most about you, Dean? Your modesty,” I teased as he left the room laughing.

Dean Winchester has a way of making all the weight on my shoulders vanish with just a few words. I started digging into the research, but frustration quickly took over. After almost an hour of getting nowhere, I slammed the laptop shut. For the first time in years, I found nothing. No leads. I felt useless. This was the one thing I was supposed to be good at—finding what no one else could—and I hit a wall.

I went down to the basement where everyone else was. Dean was fussing with shotgun shells filled with phoenix ash. As soon as I stepped in, all eyes turned to me.

“Got nothing,” I said sharply, catching them off guard. “I have an idea though... but we’ll need Cas.”

We usually only called Castiel when things were truly out of human hands. But this time, I just couldn’t find the answers.

“All right,” Sam said gently, resting a hand on my shoulder.

“Maybe it’s time you call him,” Bobby told Dean.

“Why is it always me? It’s not like he’s always breathing down my neck or—” Before Dean could finish, Castiel appeared right behind him, absolutely crushing his personal space. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Cas! Personal space, man!” Dean jumped.

“I wasn’t—” Castiel looked genuinely confused, which made it even funnier.

Then, suddenly, Castiel’s expression shifted as he looked directly at me. His head tilted slightly, confusion giving way to realization. He stepped closer, his gaze narrowing. “Hi, Cas,” I greeted.

He looked straight at me and leaned in close to whisper, “Do they know?”

“Shut up,” I muttered back.

No one noticed our little exchange—except Bobby, who raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

“Any leads on Eve?” Cas asked the group.

“No. I tried everything. She’s hiding,” I admitted.

“She’s hidden from all the angels too,” Cas added.

“Great,” Dean muttered.

Honestly? That made me feel better. If even the angels couldn’t find her, I didn’t feel so useless. I suggested we reach out to some of the more “friendly” monsters we’d met over the years—Eve was reaching out to all her “children,” after all. Maybe they’d know something.

It took a while, but Cas brought us Lenore, a vampire girl Sam and Dean had once saved. She looked awful—filthy and terrified.

She told us Eve was in Oregon—and that she knew we were coming. After helping us, Lenore asked the boys to kill her. None of us were okay with it. Except Cas, who touched her forehead and let her lifeless, twisted body drop to the floor.

It was disturbing—but we had to keep moving.

Once we reached the town, Cas lost his powers. Apparently, being near the Mother of All blocked him. Things just kept getting worse. People were going missing. The boys found corpses—tons of them—including a pile of duplicate bodies of a missing boy. One "copy" of the boy was still alive, but barely. Seeing him sick, surrounded by corpses of himself, coughing like he’d shatter, made me run out and throw up.

Cas followed and put a hand on my back as I sat on the curb, shaking.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his eyes piercing through me, even powerless.

“I have to be here, Cas. I’m part of this.”

“You’re pregnant. If Eve finds out, she’ll use that against you.”

“She won’t—if you keep your mouth shut.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but the boys came out of the house, and he held back.

The kid’s info led us to a bar, where Dean called the creatures we fought “Jefferson Starships”—a stupid name for some really nasty monsters.

Somehow, we ended up cuffed—everyone but Dean. At the station, Sam noticed the eyes of the officers shining on the security cams. “Jefferson Starships!” he shouted, and he and Bobby jumped into action. I was taken down in ten seconds flat, crashing into a desk with a sharp pain in my back. My first thought wasn’t even the pain—it was the baby.

Dean showed up just in time to help them kill two creatures and capture the third for interrogation. I sat in silence, still shaken.

“You okay? I saw you get hurt,” Cas said, coming over.

“I suck at this fighting stuff, you know that.”

“That’s not why you’re worried.”

“You think something happened?” I whispered.

“If I had my powers, I’d know. But right now—I don’t.”

While Bobby interrogated the Starship, Sam and Dean returned with two boys. One of them wasn’t talking at all. The guys decided to drop them with their only known relative. I agreed. Cas hated the idea. Bobby didn’t argue—he knew it was pointless.

While we waited, Cas tortured the creature until it gave up Eve’s location. Turned out it was the same diner we’d stopped at when we arrived.

“Look, there’s gonna be a fight in there. You should stay in the car,” Dean said.

I wanted to argue—but after what happened at the station, something shifted in me. Nothing mattered more than protecting that baby now.

“Okay,” I said simply.

Dean looked surprised. Usually I’d fight him on it. He didn’t question it though—just kissed me and joined the others.

I listened as they talked, then watched Sam and Dean go inside. A few minutes later, the windows were covered, and my stomach dropped.

Cas and Bobby were ready to go in when we were ambushed by demons. I tried to hide, but they knew I was there. Two dragged me out of the car. There was nothing I could do.

They forced us into the diner. Sam and Dean sat inside, tense. The woman—Eve—looked like their mom now. She smiled at us.

“Well, there goes your Plan B.”

She kept pushing them, trying to get them to work for her. Dean refused every time.

“I’ll kill everyone you love, Dean. Including your girl—and the little Winchester she’s carrying.” She smiled as Dean’s eyes filled with confusion. “Oh? Did I spoil the surprise?”

Dean was stunned. I could see the panic. I locked eyes with him.

“Do what you have to do, Dean. We trust you.”

Suddenly, her hand was around my neck, choking me.

Dean snapped. Everything happened so fast—Eve bit him. It should’ve been a disaster—but it was the answer. She started to die. Dean smirked, telling her he drank phoenix ash in his whiskey.

Once she was gone, Cas regained his powers, wiped out the demons, and healed Dean. Then he flew us to the boys’ relatives’ house—only to find everyone murdered by demons. Crawley might still be alive.

It had been a brutal night. I could barely stand when we got back to Bobby’s. He let us crash there to recover.

Dean was silent the whole way back, but I could feel the questions boiling inside him. Before he could say anything, I went to the guest room and sat on the bed. It didn’t take long before he followed and closed the door behind him.

“Is it true?” he whispered. I nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying to process it. I didn’t even know how I felt—how could I handle your reaction?”

“What reaction were you expecting?”

“I don’t know, Dean. You’ve already got enough to worry about.”

“Yeah, but this? This isn’t a problem.”

“A baby in the middle of all this? It is a problem. I’m scared out of my mind!”

Dean sighed and sat next to me, pulling me into his arms.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll protect this kid.”

“I don’t even know if it’s okay, Dean.”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t see it. Those things—Starships—they threw me across the station.”

Dean’s eyes widened. He hadn’t seen it happen.

Then Cas appeared in the middle of the room.

“The baby’s fine,” he said calmly. “I can see now. I just wanted to give you two a moment.”

And just like that—he vanished.

I exhaled in relief, finally meeting Dean’s eyes. He had a small smile on his lips.

“I always wanted to be a dad.”

“Well, I hope you remember that when it’s your turn for 3 a.m. diaper duty,” I teased.

Dean laughed, the sound a little rough but genuine.

“See? You’re already getting your humor back. Told you—we’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out.”

I let myself lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, grounding me in a world that rarely gave us solid ground.

“For the first time in a long time,” I whispered, “I actually believe that.”

He kissed the top of my head, arms tightening around me like he never wanted to let go.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because this kid’s already got one hell of a family.”

Outside the door, the world was still dangerous, uncertain. But in that room—in that moment—it felt like maybe, just maybe, we had a future worth fighting for.

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Hey thanks for reading. I was thinking about writing a part two, let me know if you're interested.

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Hi, that's the first time I post something here so there goes a little introduction. English is not my first language so you're invited to let me know if I wrote something wrong. I have some old stories on Wattpad too if you're interested.

Half of You Is Not Enough

by Luna

Synopsis:

After ending a love defined by late nights and sudden goodbyes, she never expected Dean Winchester to return—bloody, broken, and needing her again. But this time, she won’t settle for just half of him.

Warnings: Just a bunch of fluffy and a little angst

It was around three in the morning when I heard someone knocking on my door. I got out of bed, a little hesitant—clearly, this couldn’t be good news. When someone shows up that late, it usually means one of two things: someone you love is in trouble, or a killer is about to break in and try to murder you.

I figured a killer probably wouldn’t knock, but I still grabbed the first object I could find for protection—just in case.

I finally opened the door, cautiously. And there he was. The last person I ever expected to see.

Dean Winchester.

He’s somehow managed to be both my sweetest dream and worst nightmare. But the reason his presence shocked me was that he’s now my ex—well, something like that.

Dean and I had a thing. It lasted two years and was always the same cycle: he'd show up, we'd spend time together, talk about life, have mind-blowing sex, and then by morning, he’d vanish with some excuse about an emergency. Then silence. No calls, no texts. Weeks, sometimes months. Until he showed up again. And again, I let him in.

But not anymore. The last time he came, two months ago, I told him I couldn’t do it anymore. I ended whatever it was we had. And he walked away.

And yet here he was—standing at my door, covered in blood and bruises, those familiar eyes begging me to let him in.

—Come inside, Dean. You’re gonna freeze out there.

—Thanks. I’ll try not to mess up the rug.

He walked in, wincing, and sat down on the couch.

—What the hell happened to you?

—Well, you know. Work.

—Right. I sometimes forget you almost die three times a week.

I grabbed my first aid kit from the cabinet.

—Is Sam okay?

—Yeah. He’s fine. I told him to wait for me at the hotel.

—You know, you could’ve gone to a hospital.

—I knew you weren’t on call tonight.

—I’m not the only doctor who can stitch a wound, Dean.

I set everything on the coffee table and approached him.

—I need you to take off your shirt.

—That fast? Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore.

—Shut up and do as I say.

He laughed—probably at my reaction, or maybe the blush that hit my cheeks—but he obeyed.

I sat beside him, cleaning his wounds to see which needed stitches.

—You look beautiful when you’re focused — he whispered.

—Dean. Please.

—Okay. Sorry. It’s just hard seeing you like this, pretending you barely know me. I was trying to break the ice.

—I’m not pretending anything. You came here because you need a doctor. I’m being professional.

—I came here because I miss you. Sam could’ve stitched me up. But I was nearby, and I needed to see you. It felt like the perfect excuse.

—I’m not letting you do this again — I said, trying to hold back the anger rising in my chest.

—Do what?

—Come here. Act like I matter. Then disappear again.

His face shifted.

—You do matter. You're one of the most important people in my life. That’s why I leave. I’m selfish enough to come here because I can’t stand being away from you—but not enough to drag you into my world.

—Look... I’m going to stitch you up. And then I want you to leave. And don’t come back.

I barely held the tears. But I’d suffered enough. I wasn’t going to settle for half of someone anymore.

He stayed silent. I took the chance to start working. I stitched what I could and bandaged the rest. It took about thirty minutes. Finally, everything was done.

—I never wanted to hurt you — he said quietly.

—I know. But you did. A lot. I spent sleepless nights wondering if you were alive, if I’d ever see you again. And when you showed up, I couldn’t resist. I tried to make every second count because... because I love you. And all the pain seemed worth it when you were here.

—You... what?

—Dean, you should go.

—No. Did you say you love me?

—It doesn’t matter anymore.

—Yes, it does. You said you love me.

—Fine, Dean. I love you. I do. But I can’t keep doing this. I can’t love just half of you.

He swallowed hard.

—I love you too. But I know you wouldn’t like the whole me. I’m a mess. My life is violent and chaotic. I don’t want you tangled in that.

—That should be my decision.

—I can’t put you at risk just because I want you.

—Dean, do you know how rare it is to find real love? That once-in-a-lifetime kind of love that makes time stand still. People spend their lives searching and die without finding it. But we found it. And you're willing to throw it away because you're scared?

—I’m just afraid of losing you.

—You will lose me if you don’t make the right choice.

Silence. Heavy and suffocating.

I reached out, cupped his face, and kissed him softly. Just a touch. But it was enough to bring him back to the moment.

—Dean, I know you want to protect me. God knows I wish you weren’t in the line of fire either, but you are. We can’t always keep the people we love safe. It’s not just monsters and demons that kill. I could be hit by a car tomorrow on my way to work. We can’t rob ourselves of today just because we’re afraid of tomorrow.

—You really think this is worth it? Stepping into the mess?

—Oh, Dean Winchester, you underestimate yourself. I’d go to hell for you.

He laughed, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes.

—You’re absolutely crazy. But I think we can try.

A smile spread across my face. Being away from him had been a nightmare. But now... now, I could finally call him mine.

—I love you, idiot.

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