#Sam Winchester is the boy you waited for millions of years to be understood by and he can't look at you without wanting to throw up

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Hey does anyone still think about the thematic differences between Supernatural and the Wayward Sisters and how self-isolating male hunters are compared to community-building female hunters and how this was shown from the Harvelles to even arguably Missouri Mosely and even Samuel Campbell who is his daughter's father almost more than a man himself (especially in Season 6) is not immune to this?

And how the Wayward Sisters could have been built not on sacrificing yourself to this singular all-consuming relationship with your brother and sacrificing yourself for the world second or in name only, but instead on what it takes to cut yourself into useful and digestible pieces for the sake of keeping your place in that community because you're almost certain that it's This Community or Solitude Forever (Alex you can never escape the life no matter how much you don't want it you've gotta pitch in do you want your family to die on this hunt Claire you know you'll never find anyone to love you unless you make yourself softer and then are they really loving you are you even worthy of love anymore Jody your husband and son would still be alive if you listened and learned you can't lose another child in every sense you can't quite let your children be defenseless children either and you know so well how sick this fear makes you and how you're dealing with it the wrong way your son got to be a child but your daughters can't be that vulnerable Even Donna you have Your Role to play here you're not good enough as a hunter but you're funny and happy and you don't take up that much space so that's exactly how much space you're given to exist in).

And yes, a lot of these things are echoes of Kripke Supernatural but instead of too-intimate and dark and quiet confessions that the Winchesters share and know that no one else could ever have the context to fully understand it's Community it's All Our Problems the humiliation and shame is all-encompassing because there is no privacy Everyone Sees You Everyone Knows You Everyone Wants To Fix Help You.

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—  GIMME HALF

REQUEST : “hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap (legal obv) with female!reader × dean winchester where the reader is like in her 20s and dean's in his 40s :) just some rough smut with choking and hair pulling and spitting (if you're comfortable with it) and dean being like super "hungry" for her, like he's waited a long time for it to happen. also lots of dirty talks cause i absolutely love them hahah :) anyways im in love with your writing and all your stories! thanks a lot! <3” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x professor!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS : miracle, sam winchester

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, enemies to lovers, age gap, voyeurism, smut, oral sex, p in v, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, rough sex, spitting

WORD COUNT : 8.4k

A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — chair sex and food play. I wrote this half-asleep while listening to ASMR, like… that’s how I write most of my stories, plus, they’re always written between 00.00-02.40. Doctor Who references, ‘cause I’m a nerd. I got carried away…. Cliffhanger bc I’m cruel.

There were countless pros and cons to having houses built so close together with windows facing the same direction. 

Pros: Accidentally seeing your hot neighbour walk around naked in the living room and kitchen. Accidentally catching your hot neighbour jerk off when they think that everyone’s asleep.

Yup, she’s seen all of that and more. All from that nameless, freckled, green-eyed man next door. 

Even wholesome things, like him playing with his cute dog, babying the little rascal and spoiling it. Him cooking and baking, being wholeheartedly content with feeding it to the tall, Hazel-eyed puppy dog of a man, the tall man’s gorgeous deaf wife, and his tiny adorable son; the blue-eyed, dreamy dude in a trench coat; and that endearing young boy with blue eyes who looked like a combination of all three of the men. 

There were times where she’d seen the green-eyed man dressed as a cowboy and even a princess to entertain the little baby boy—his nephew. For sleepovers with him, he’d read him bedtime stories while being completely animated. He’d build a bunch of forts, with sheets, the couch, pillows, and some Christmas lights. He'd talk to the little boy and hold serious conversations despite neither of them being able to understand each other. He’d teach the young boy and the baby boy how to fix cars—at least he tried to. He’d pack his best friends' lunches every morning with his hair unkempt, half asleep, while sipping on some coffee. He’d even take naps with the baby, treating him as his own son. 

He’d do ridiculously endearing things, too, such as baking bread at night when he couldn’t sleep. He'd read books only when he was alone, as if he’d be made fun of by his friends, and she finally understood why. They were either romantic, erotic, or completely nerdy and abstract. He had range. He’d watch cheesy soap operas and rom-com k-dramas when he did chores. He loved to collect things such as Pokémon cards and even legos. 

There were a million things he did that she thought were cute. The windows into his house were like the screens of a television, like her favourite character, she got to see him when he’s relaxed and surrounded only by those who love him 

As for the cons, we’ll get to that…

When they first moved in, it was about three and a half years ago. She’d been visiting her family in Kansas City for her oldest brother’s birthday in June. 

When she returned to Lebanon, they had already settled down. There was a brown and beige Ford pickup truck, a black Subaru—both parked in the front, and a sleek black Impala in the driveway.

The youngest, Jack, waved at her one day when he returned with Cas after buying groceries. Then, Cas awkwardly introduced himself and Jack, and gave her the names of the other two men who were brothers, Sam is the tall one and Dean was the freckled one. 

Sam was the most social one. He’d spark up conversation with her whenever he saw her, dropping bits and pieces of information about himself, his brother, his fiancée, Cas, Jack, and Dean’s loyal dog, Miracle. 

After seven months of living together, Sam moved out with his wife, Eileen. They’d just gotten married, and they both invited her. She’d gone, the wedding was pretty, cute, and modest. Y/n had spoken to a few of their close family and friends. Dean, however, kept to himself the whole night as if he were grieving. He’d smile occasionally if any of his friends came to him, he was enthusiastic, and then he'd go back into himself.

Four months later, Sam and EIleen returned; she was pregnant. It was a boy, he’d planned on naming him after his big brother, which Y/n thought was adorable. He hadn’t told his brother, but planned on telling him the day his son was born.

Y/n could tell Dean had mixed feelings about his brother’s departure, mostly negative feelings. He loved Eileen and his nephew. But when it was just him, Cas, and Jack, he'd often drink, despite concerned, useless interventions with Cas. Unless Sam, Eileen, and his nephew were there. He’d never even glance at that top-shelf cupboard.

The good thing was that at least Dean was a happy drunk.

The first time she interacted with Dean was a few weeks after she’d returned from Kansas City, she assumed two things: his heart was closed off to new people, and he’s one hot, irritating, grumpy, sour, old man.

It was the spring semester at Kansas University. Y/n was grading her students’ creative, personal essays in the office downstairs. She was perplexed by the small percentage of her students and their inability to use proper grammar or follow the thorough, detailed checklist she created to get them to pass easily. 

Just when she thought she’d gotten great at making their lives easy, they return the shittiest, half-assed essays. She felt bad for the bad grades, but since the rest of her students managed to get perfect scores or at least proficient scores, she couldn’t just let them pass. 

Loud banging on the door startled her from reading an impressive essay. Her blood ran cold and she scrambled up from her rolling chair, ignoring that she pushed it halfway across the room. 

Her socked feet were quiet on the wooden floor, making her way quickly down the hallway until she got to the shelf where she kept her gun. She pressed it against the door and looked through the peephole, then relaxed when she saw Dean.

She was irritated by the loud knocking, though, regardless of how cute he looked when he was clearly pissed off. She opened the door and set the gun down on the table where she usually placed her keys.

“Lady, have you seen the mess you made outside?” Dean asked her, pointing behind him. She stared at him, stunned by how much prettier he looked up close. Her cheeks turned hot, but she looked past him trying to see whatever he was pointing at. 

She looked at her red Mustang parked in the front as a reminder to restock the kitchen, then looked close to where his house was. She winced at the mud and the running water from her hose going into his nice lawn.

“Shit,” she murmured, toeing her socks off before moving past Dean to turn the hose off. She got distracted by the mud and the puddles as she pulled the hose, and coiled it back where it should have been. It’s been a while since she last let her bare feet feel this beneath, the smell of wet dirt was amazing, even when it wasn’t caused by rainfall.

“Do you always do shit like this?” He asked from behind, his tone harsh. 

She frowned when she turned to look at his furious face, careful to not touch her forehead with her muddy hands when she used her wrist to move hair away from her face.  

“I’m sorry,” she apologised, tilting her head at him. He just rolled his eyes at her, then he stared at his lawn, and ran his hand down his face. “Did I do somethin’ else to piss you off?” She asked, looking around to see if there’s anything else she may have forgotten.

“One, your cat’s too damn loud, crying and meowing for my damn dog when you let him out,” he started, which made her blink in confusion. She didn’t expect something like that to get on his nerves. “And B, why the hell do you have cameras facing my place?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her ego being injured fueled her anger and defensiveness. “Okay, listen, Doctor Who, I said I was sorry, okay?” She could tell her words stunned him by the furrowing of his brows in bewilderment, disarming him and shutting him up. “It’s not my fault your dog likes my cat, too. And the cameras are off, they’re there to scare people, so fuck off,” she snapped before she stop herself. 

Dean scoffed at her, “fuck you.” She rolled her eyes at him this time, staring daggers into his back when he turned around to get to his home.

“If you’d fuck me, maybe you wouldnt be such an asshole.” Her snide words made him freeze. He laughed dryly and he turned to face her once more, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Pretty sure I’d still hate you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, crossing his own arms. That stung, even if she didn’t know him personally and half the time she spent romanticising him based on the little bit of information she had. “And I’d rather go fuck some other chick.” She clenched her jaw and breathed in slowly, angry heat began rising up her neck the faster her heart started to beat.

Entirely unintended, she venomously spat, “according to your brother, you haven’t been lucky enough, and you’re not going to be.”

“You talking to my brother about my sex life?” He stepped closer to her, his nostril flaring in anger. Betrayal and hurt crossed his features and she realised her mistake.

“No, just overheard him ‘cause you’re an overbearing douchebag,” she lied smoothly. Truth was, Sam and Eileen did accidentally—drunkenly—tell her how hard it was for Dean to maintain a serious relationship for more than three months. They don’t remember sharing that information. It was easy for her to casually ask about Dean’s love life and availability, masking her attraction to Dean as mere surprise as to how the younger brother got married before the older one. “Makes sense now why no one will sleep with you,” she laughed mockingly, stepping closer to him defiantly.

His face was red now, too. Angry, offended, he rolled his eyes at her smug face and body language. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Sure, yeah, if that makes you feel better,” she snorted, patting his very nice, broad shoulder with her muddy hand as she made her back into her house. Preoccupied by the small mud-print on his beige Henley, he couldn’t get the last word in or stop her from leaving him flustered in her swampy driveway.

That was the start of a horrible relationship with her neighbour. The neighbour she had a crush on. 

He found all kinds of reasons to complain. Big and small. And she secretly did things to piss him off, occasionally sabotaging his plans. 

The thing was that deep down, she still liked him, but he made her so angry and frustrated. And it felt good to see him angry and frustrated by things she caused either on purpose or accidentally. Any attention was better than no attention.

Eventually, that all changed. The fun, the it’s-better-than-nothing feeling, it didn’t last. Fourteen months later, she stopped the cruel games and decided to avoid him completely. 

When her friends offered to take her out, she agreed, even if she wanted to stay home. If Dean was home, she made sure to never say no to them, and sometimes she’d offer to take them out. Wherever.

She’d started to grade at the cafe, library, or the diner, even if Dean went to all those places often. At least he wouldn’t say anything there around all those people. 

When she grew closer to Sam, Cas, and Jack, she’d find excuses not to go over to Dean’s when they offered either food, game nights, movie nights, or random hangouts. They started to notice too—the tension, the avoidance, the hostility—and they’d go over to her place instead, often without Dean, who’d choose to go out to avoid staying home alone.

It was awful. The rejection started to hurt, yet, he had her heart in the palm of his hand. Deep down, she knew that Dean wasn’t a bad person; he just didn’t like her.

Eventually, Dean ended his animosity, too, and everything went back to ‘normal’. She slowly started to reject offers from her friends to test the water, stayed home to grade, and didn't permit her cat to leave even if it cried for an escape. If she took him out, it was with a leash she eventually got him to get used to.

They ignored each other when they crossed paths—in the driveway, at the grocery store, at diners, at the cafe. They acted like complete strangers. She’d keep her curtains closed, at least she did for the windows that face his house. She made her presence as unnoticeable and as invisible as she could to prevent causing more damage to each other.

Then, about two months ago, on Halloween, Sam, Eileen, Cas, and Jack went to her house to collect candy. Sam made a point of staying back while the rest of them walked to where Dean was waiting—looking anywhere but at her house—to convince her to go to his and Eileen’s place for Thanksgiving. 

He was honest, cute, wide hazel eyes attempting to convince her to try and make amends with Dean. She didn’t doubt it, when he told her that Dean felt guilty, but her pride was bruised, and her heart was broken. She told Sam she would be visiting her own family for that holiday. She omitted that she’d be going to her mother’s house a few miles away, still in Lebanon. And she easily convinced her mother to let her stay the rest of the week until she had to go back to work.

Now, Christmas was near—in four days, to be exact. It wasn’t the holiday spirit that made her change her mind, it was the hurt and the exhaustion of planning her life around avoiding Dean. 

So, she called Sam, she asked if he could do anything to get Dean alone tomorrow. 

For the rest of the day, she would start to prepare everything—even though it was Dean who created the mess—she was willing to make the first move and hopefully meet him halfway. 

She couldn’t lie that she felt embarrassed by how excited she was to see Dean. She couldn't even differentiate the meaning of the butterflies in her stomach, but she powered through her fluttering heart and her shaking hands as she prepared everything before going to see him.

She considered not doing it at all, calling it quits—but the consequences of that quickly made her miserable. That would just mean more avoidance, more hiding, more changing everything about herself to make him happy.

All of this over one little misunderstanding. One bad day where her mouth ran without consulting her brain first ruined what could have otherwise been a good friendship—perhaps even a romantic relationship.

She was twenty-six and just like Dean, she hadn’t had a serious relationship since… Well, ever. The last time someone convinced her to date them was in highschool, and even before that, it took her a month—or less—to figure out she wanted nothing to do with them. She didn’t like the people she dated. She realised quickly that she didn’t even want a future with them, she didn’t even allow them to kiss her or touch her. So she figured that if she didn’t want to marry them, what was the point of wasting her time?

For so long, the first thing she thought of when she felt attracted to someone was: can I stand the thought of their touch? Can I see myself kissing them, letting them kiss me? Can I stand the thought of the fights and staying with them through thick and thin? Can I picture myself with them in the future, permanently?

The answer was always ‘no’ and the attraction died immediately after the realisation. 

With Dean, the answer was different. Not for some stupid reason, like fate, or the boy-next-door trope. No. This was reality, and the real reason was the fact that she got to see who he was before she was attracted to him. 

It was the selflessness, the love in everything that he did, the gentleness of his heart, the kindness that radiated from him, and the ease in the way he did chores, the way he made his friends laugh, his playfulness, the loyalty, the way he was clearly protective. 

It was the open windows of her house into his open windows that let her see through him, down to his very beautiful core. It was the lack of hidden things, the openness of his soul because he felt safe, unwatched. It was real because Cas, Jack, and Sam were proof that even though Dean wasn’t perfect, he was worth it.

The Doctor did say once: the good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. 

For the first time, she was willing to take a chance.

She smoothed down the silky emerald-green dress. It was pretty, flowing down her body perfectly, stopping at the middle of her calves…. Actually, now that she looked at herself in the mirror, her curls perfectly maintained, the light touch of makeup, the heels… was it too much?

She ignored those anxious thoughts and made sure she had everything she needed and everything that she prepared before stepping out into the cold.

The spaghetti straps didn’t stop the cold, but the heat of her nervousness at least did something as she walked up to his door and waited after knocking gently. 

When he opened the door, he was stunned to see her.

“What?” He asked bluntly. 

She could tell that the way she was dressed caught him off guard. His eyes moved from her face, up to her hair, back down to the boxes in her hands, and lower to her feet. 

“I’ve got pie,” she said the first thing her mind thought of. Yes, it was blunt, yes, it disarmed him further… It was not smooth, but Dean looked behind him, and then he looked at her once more while biting his lip before opening the door wider, and stepping out of the way for her to enter. 

She exhaled shakily as he scratched the back of his neck. Out of habit, she slipped out of her heels before stepping inside his home, planting her bare feet on the soft, long rug he had. He kindly, wordlessly, took her heels from outside and placed them on the shoe rack he had inside before shutting the door behind her.

She felt so… warm. Finally, she was inside the place she longed to be in. Right where Dean was. Along the walls there were dozens of pictures, but she didn’t go too far, she waited for him.

She felt his presence behind her and it made her shiver, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him. Instead, she stared at photos of him with Cas, Sam, Jack, and other people she hadn’t met. Women and Men. Dean was smiling in all of them. And in a large majority of them, they were looking at him while he looked at the camera. 

What a funny thing. 

“Here,” he said from behind her, his deep voice sounded soft, gentle, unlike the last time they spoke to each other. It made her shudder. “Let me help.” She slowly braced herself when she turned around, staring into his beautiful green eyes, illuminated magically by Christmas lights. 

“Thanks,” she whispered, carefully loosening her grip on the objects in her hand for him to take what he wanted—which was everything. 

She stepped to the side when he murmured, “no problem,” and started to walk off to the kitchen. She followed him slowly, took a look around, respectfully, curiously, just when she heard the clicking of nails and the thump of paws on wooden floors, and the bark of his dog headed in their direction. 

“Miracle,” Dean grunted, setting everything down on the table, “not inside.” While the fluffy dog did stop its excited running, his enthusiasm was not lost as he wagged his tail, and playfully got down on his stomach in front of her feet. Still on his belly, Miracle approached Y/n slowly, paws and tongue at her toes, as if testing the waters. 

“Hey,” she greeted softly as she squatted slowly and laughed quietly, gently scratching Miracle’s head as he nudged her hand with his wet nose, staring up at her with adorably wide eyes—much like Sam did. “You’re so cute,” she cooed, her heart warming up when Miracle barked quietly.

He then jumped up and turned towards Dean, who was watching them—perplexed, happy, conflicted. 

“You were asleep,” Dean scolded, but sweetly took Miracle’s head in his hands and kissed him between his ears. Miracle whined and stepped away, sitting in front of Dean as if saying ‘I’ll be good if you let me stay’. “Whatever,” Dean groaned with a smile, which made Miracle happy, because he laid his cheek on his paw and stared up at Dean, resting.

Now, it was awkward. 

Dean caught her staring at him, her expression inquisitive. She cleared her throat awkwardly, but she couldn’t form words. She only now noticed that he was wearing a faded black shirt and hotdog pyjama pants. 

“So…” Dean began instead, “pie.” It wasn’t any better, but it’s as she always said: it was better than nothing. 

“Yes,” she confirmed, “strawberry… you weren’t getting ready for bed…?” She inquired, tipping her chin in the direction of his attire. 

“Not to sleep,” he reassured her, taking a few steps toward the cupboards to pull out two plates, glass cups, and then some utensils from the lower drawer. “Why are you doing this?” Dean asked quietly from where he was across the kitchen, everything still in his hands.

“I deserve better that’s why,” she snapped. He blinked at her, guilty, but she paused and took a deeper breath. Careful to not smear her eyeliner, she rubbed her temples instead. She reached behind her to wrap her ankle around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit down. “Sorry, I don’t like… being angry,” she breathed out, looking out his kitchen window into her dark living room. She switched the Christmas lights off. “It's very stressful because I…” She turned to look at him and forgot her words as he came closer. 

He looked cuter in person and prettier, still. Three years and nothing has changed, he still had her heart right in his hand. 

“Why?” He pressed, placing everything down on the table in front of her. Looking up at him felt intimidating, so she averted her gaze. He was much older than she was… it made her… feel dumb. See-through. Like he could figure her out in seconds. 

“Because I’m friends with your friends,” she admitted without looking at him, then she reached out to arrange the plates, cups, and utensils. He sat down thoughtfully, and watched her unstack the small boxes she brought over. 

“You’re doing this for them,” he laid out flatly, but he took a seat next to her and stared at her. His eyes on her made her self-conscious, flustered. She bet he could see everything, all the ugly and the weird in her.

“I’m doing this for me,” she corrected him gently, “I just want to be happy,” she sighed, removing the plastic wrap she placed over the pie she baked. “Is that selfish?” She wondered out loud, taking the knife, she stared at it. 

“No,” Dean sighed, wrapping his hand around hers to take the knife. She inhaled sharply at the warmth of his touch, his calloused palms brushing against the back of her hand, sending warmth over her chest, pressing into her wrist with her heart excitedly pounding against her ribs.

She released the knife into his hold, trying to hide how much he affected her, but she doubted she could fully do that with the Christmas lights exposing the blush she could feel on her face. She could feel her veins pumping blood faster, caught up with the heavy beating of her heart. If he looked down at her neck, he could probably see it in her veins.

She looked away, down at Miracle who was still peacefully laying on his belly, and Dean looked away towards the beautiful pie to start slicing into it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, taking her plate to give her the first slice. She looked up at Dean, taking the plate with a generous slice of strawberry pie. 

“I wanted to be the first to say it…” She complained playfully, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but his beauty was intimidating, forcing her to look away, “soon as my ego stopped being sensitive,” she added. 

Dean laughed softly, placing his own slice on his plate. The sound of his laugh made her smile, her stomach flipped with elation, at the crinkles by his eyes. Her breathy exhale made him look at her.

“Well, I’m forty-four, my ego’s been bruised enough times,” he told her, “I don’t care much for it when…” he trailed off and chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. She bit her lip, too, trying not to stare too long at his pretty mouth. 

“Well, thanks,” she murmured, her jaw twitching as she looked away from him. 

“I’d consider all this an apology,” he told her, gazing at her as she opened two rectangular boxes. She smiled, shaking her head. She pulled out a bottle of homemade eggnog along with a decorated jar filled with white frosting, and a small container with crushed peppermint candy. “This isn’t… poisoned, right?” He teased, still watching her while she opened the bottle of rum eggnog, she tilted her head at him, amused. “Just making sure… you did make all this…” he trailed off, impressed.

“Taste the pie,” she encouraged as she started making the drinks.

“You’re just trying to shut me up,” he chuckled gruffly, but he picked up his fork and started to dig in. The strawberry filling barely touched his tongue when he moaned, she watched him not even begin to chew. His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes, savouring the pie. 

It made her blush, but she focused on covering the rim of the cups he brought with the whiskey frosting she made and the peppermint candy shavings before filling it with eggnog.

“You made the frosting, too?” He asked, tipping his head towards the jar. His mouth was full, some strawberry filling dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he picked it up with his tongue. She licked her lips, trying to stop herself from breathing airily, and passed him the eggnog with a nod and slid the jar of frosting towards him to serve herself some eggnog. 

Dean dipped his finger into the frosting, collecting a large amount before wrapping his lips around his finger to suck the frosting off. She forced herself to look away from how hot he looked and ate her own slice of pie instead.

“I’ve seriously been missing out,” he murmured regretfully. “I was real childish,” he told her, “I never should’ve gotten pissed over… everything-”

“Dean,” she interrupted him, giving him a sheepish smile, “you already apologised and I forgive you. Besides, I did things, too.. on purpose… so, I’m sorry.” She pursed her lips and took a sip from her eggnog, swiping her tongue along the sweet frosting.

“You did things on purpose?” He repeated, a smirk on his face. She breathed out a laugh and nodded bashfully. “Why?” he wondered, leaning into her curiously, subtly moving his plate of food towards her. She considered being blunt, but she chose to test him instead.

“Probably the same reason you got pissed at everything I did and didn’t do,” she laughed, pulling a piece of strawberry out of the pie to put it in her mouth.

“I doubt that,” Dean muttered, picking up his own drink, and taking a large gulp. She eyed him closely, her eyes becoming hooded when he licked across his lips after drinking to collect the thin layer of sweetened alcohol on his mouth. 

“What was your reason then?” She wondered flirtatiously, her voice low and seductive. She pushed her plate away with her arm., and mimicked his body language, scooting forward in the chair. 

She watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his hand tightening around his fork before he dropped it. She’d never quite been stared at that way before, but it suddenly—almost, made her laugh. Her legs felt weak, her stomach heavy, almost fooling her into thinking she couldn’t get up, but she did.

With a rapid heart and shaky knees, she pushed her chair back, and Miracle lifted his head in alarm. Dean leaned back in his chair, sliding his palms up his thighs, and watched hungrily as she lifted her dress up her legs, squeezing in front of him and part of the table to sit on his lap. 

“Seems like we’ve both been missing out on a lot of stuff,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering for a variety of reasons, but mostly from excitement. He bit his lip, eyes twinkling as he placed his hands slowly on her thighs. She sank her teeth down on her lip, too, breathing heavily when his hands began sliding up her thighs, lifting her dress higher, and higher.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, continuing to move her dress up until his hands were wrapped around her hips where he could realise she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I thought I should tell you, before I ruin you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on her hips.

“Fuck,” she moaned, moving forward in his lap until their hips were pressed together. She brought her hands into his hair, and pulled it gently, bringing her mouth close to his, but she never kissed him. She breathed against his lips and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly.

“You’re seriously gonna make me wait?” He whispered, slowly rolling his hips up into her, his hard cock pressing into her wet core. She gasped softly against his mouth and laughed breathlessly.

“You feel good,” she praised, flushing as she ground against him harder.

“I’d feel better inside you,” he smirked, sliding one of his hands farther up her dress, his warm palm flattening up her stomach reverently, stopping beneath her breasts..

“I bet,” she moaned, arching into his touch before finally pressing her tinted lips against his. Dean moaned softly against her mouth, pressing against her hungrily, then lifted her up, carefully moving his plate and cup aside to lay her down on the table. 

“Miracle, bed,” Dean ordered when he pulled away from her lips. The dog obediently stood up and excitedly made his way to where Dean’s room was. Dean kissed her once more, drawing her attention away from Miracle and back to him.

She’d never been kissed the way Dean kissed her or touched the way Dean touched her. His hands were everywhere, testing, learning, skillful. He scratched her skin sending sparks down to her already soaked core, kneading her body roughly until she moaned against his mouth. He squeezed her and made her wet. He dug his blunt nails into her and made her nerves ignite. His hands smoothed across her, sailing over her body like she were an ocean and he was a sailor. 

He was desperate, devouring her mouth with his tongue and his teeth, putting his all into the kiss, licking her lips, teasing the inside of her mouth, brushing against her warm tongue. He yearned to memorise the taste of her mouth, to feel close to her, pressing and moaning against her the way he’d done when he ate the pie and frosting. He nibbled on her lips, tugging, biting, claiming, taking the air from her lungs and pulling away at the perfect time. 

He rolled his hips into her frantically and finally started to move away from her now-swollen lips, the colour of her raspberry tint robbed and replaced by the redness of his kiss. 

He dragged his teeth teasingly along her jaw and licked his way down her neck, pressing his stubbled face into her neck, kissing and sucking softly, searching. She rolled her head to the side, giving him all the access he needed, until finally, she moaned loudly when he sucked into her sweetspot. He smiled against her throat, feeling her take handfuls of his shirt, her hips wiggling impatiently beneath him.

He kissed lower still, then back up to the other side of her neck, and bit her collarbones, kissing every inch of her skin, her shoulders and her sternum. She loved every second of it and slipped her hands beneath his shirt, touching and scratching his skin, pulling him closer as he bucked into her bare core.

“Did you know your shirt was see-through when we first met?” He whispered into her cleavage. She laughed and replied with a breathless ‘no’. “Well.. your tits on display, legs bare in those tiny shorts, all pissed as hell… it was hot,” he chuckled, lowering the thin straps of her dress until the top started to reveal her breasts. 

“Is that why you jerked off that night?” She asked, gripping his hair and tugging hard. He grunted and laughed, staring into her lustful eyes.

“You saw?” He teased, bringing his hand to her breast, squeezing roughly. “The answer’s yes.. And everytime after that, it was also ‘cause of you,” Dean confessed, “couldn’t stop thinking about you, every day and every night. I thought I hated you, but I guess I just needed to fuck you.” 

She chuckled, gripping the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body as he latched onto her nipple. She hummed softly, tugging hard at his hair, in complete bliss as he wrapped his mouth around the bud, licking, sucking, and biting until she whimpered for him to give her more—which was impossible. He moved onto her other breast, savouring her warm skin with his hotter mouth, tugging her neglected nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching. 

“Please,” she moaned, yanking his hair so he’d pull away. Dean growled against her flesh and bit down hard on her breast, before pulling away, drawing a mewl from her of his name. 

“You could be nicer,” he muttered, allowing her to lift his shirt up off his body, but he continued to kiss her breasts, sucking gently around the flesh to leave red marks. He lifted her feet up on the table and pressed her thighs close to her chest, opening her up to admire her soaked sex.

“We’re long past nice, pretty boy,” she teased blushing and biting her lip when he stood up straight. She didn’t look at him, too insecure to watch him as he brought his hand to the inside of her thighs, teasing her vulva.

“You think I’m pretty?” He grinned, circling her entrance, moaning at copious amounts of arousal on his fingers. “So wet… you that needy for my cock inside you?” He asked smugly. 

She looked at him now, heat flooding up her face at his obscene words. Before she could say anything about it, the tattoo on his chest drew her attention away from the adorable pride on his face.

“You’re a hunter,” she stated, stunned, blinking at him with a smile. He looked down at himself then at her, speechless. She lifted her hips and hitched her dress up higher to reveal her ribcage where she had the same tattoo, twice as small.

“You’re a professor,” he remarked with arousal on his face, pushing his finger into her. He lowered himself down her body and wrapped his arm around her legs, holding her open as he breathed warmly against her wet cunt.

Before she could close her legs to him demurely, Dean dove in, his mouth hot on her pussy. He ate her out the same way he kissed her, teeth making her whimper, his tongue parting and tasting, picking up the flavour of her wetness as she moaned. 

He salivated on her, humming in satisfaction while he sucked her clit into his mouth while he fingered her. Her hands found his hair once more, pulling hard and almost painfully, but his cock jumped each time inside the thin material of his pyjamas. Dean added a second finger as he moaned against her swollen clit, knuckles deep, pressing against the front of her textured walls, drawing silent moans from her, making her squirm more and more. 

“Fuck,” she panted, “you’re so good,” she praised, flexing her hand above his head before gripping at the honey strands. He slurped lewdly, devouring her pussy, squeezing her hips desperately holding her close to his face while she pushed him harder against her cunt. “Dean… I’m close,” she moaned, closing her legs around his head. 

He moaned again, adding another finger, shoving deep as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue, drawing figures on her clit possessively. She gasped loudly and cried out his name, tensing up when she orgasmed, her walls clamping down on his three fingers. The rapture of her orgasm seemed endless as he continued to tongue at her clit, it made her writhe uncontrollably, and he smirked against her pussy.

Her whiny laugh and the way she squeezed his head to stop him made him chuckle, and he tapped her thigh once he pulled his fingers from within her pulsing walls. She released him, melting into the table while he licked his fingers clean of her release.

“You taste good,” he told her earnestly, “so fucking good.” She bit her lip, giving him a look of disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her, leaning down to lick a long stripe up her pussy, then down, pushing his tongue past her clenching, wet hole. 

“Dean, fucking…” she moaned, “oh, God, why does that feel good?” She snickered, then he pulled away hovering above her. She opened her eyes to his smug face, his clean fingers squeezed her cheeks roughly until she opened her mouth. She furrowed her brows, whining out with her hands around his wrist so he’d release, but she shut up when he spit in her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, licking his lips. Her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes, the tangy taste of herself made her mouth water and she swallowed. “D’you know how hot you are?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her roughly once more, ravenous and stopped only when he felt her hands pushing his pants down his legs.

“I want you, Dean,” she whispered against his mouth, biting his lip before returning the passion of his kiss.

“Where?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arm around her waist, he sat her up on the table and gently held her face in his hands, before releasing her to strip completely. 

“I want you inside me,” she told him coquettishly, hopping off the table to slowly let her dress pool around her feet. “I want to ride you, to feel you stretch me open…” she walked towards him, watching him completely aroused, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, “I want you to fill me up, and make me cum on your cock…” she licked her lips, staring down at his cock, erect and leaking precum. “... I’ve never seen a dick this nice,” she told him, wrapping her hand around the base and stepping closer to him.

He grunted, “suck it then.” She laughed through her nose, releasing his cock to fondle his balls. He moaned, stumbling slightly.  “I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my cock in your mouth,” he told her, a smirk on his face, “now, I’m just thinking how pretty you’ll look with your lips wrapped around me.” Dean reached up and curled his fingers around the back of her neck. 

She looked behind him, removed her hand, and tipped her head to the chair, “sit.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kicking the chair towards him like she had earlier, then he sat, legs wide and tempting. “You’re sexier than you were in my imagination,” he told her, watching her get down between his legs, kissing his thighs while looking up at him through her curled lashes. 

“Keep talkin’,” she grinned up at him, taking his heavy cock in her hand once more. Dean gave her a sexy look, smug and aroused.

“I wanna finish in your mouth,” he told her, “want to see you swallow my load.” Pleased, she moved forward and began kissing and licking the length of his cock, teasingly and experimentally feeling the velvety, veiny texture against her hand, tongue, and lips. “I want to hear you choke on my cock, and see what you look like with tears in your eyes as I fuck your pretty face.” She moaned softly, intrigued by the description of his fantasy. 

She dipped her tongue into the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum, drooling over the soft head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. She slowly took him deeper, pulling him out of her hot mouth teasingly, then swallowing inch by inch of his hard cock. “You’re so good at that, baby,” he panted, letting her take her time at her own pace, but he gripped her hair tightly. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, staring into her eyes as she continued to take his cock, bobbing her head, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he bucked his hips up, releasing a whispered curse, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch her suck him off.

She got comfortable between his legs, taking his freehand to put it in her hair. He took her hair, put it together, and waited for her permission before slowly lifting his hips, pushing his cock slowly into her throat. When she gagged, he slowly pulled back, then pushed back into her, lips parted, releasing quick breaths. 

Eventually, he started to fuck her face in earnest, lifting his hip up off the chair, pulling her hair hard to guide her on and off his dick. Her spit dribbled down her chin in a mixture of his precum. She swallowed as much as she could, moaning and blinking tears that tickled her eyes and her jaw. 

“You look so fucking…” he chocked on a moan, “so damn sexy.” 

She ignored the soreness of her jaw, relaxing it as best as she could as he fucked her near mercilessly. Her pussy throbbed with every sound of his pleasure, clit aching for attention at the way he gazed down at her with burning desire, but she refused to touch herself, enjoying the build-up, the desperation for another orgasm, for his touch. 

He throbbed in her mouth, turning to mush beneath her mouth. He even began to whimper and moan her name, praises and dirty words becoming scarce in attempts to hold back his orgasm, edging himself with her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to hold her with her nose against his pelvis breathlessly. 

He pulled her off his cock, and released her hair to wipe tears tenderly from her hot cheeks with his thumbs, trying to get his mind off the near-pleasure of her mouth around his cock while catching his breath. 

“Yummy,” she rasped, pulling a breathless laugh from him. She wiped her chin with her shoulder and smiled up at him, slowly getting up on her knees to get rid of the ache of sitting on her legs.

She got up, leaning back against the table, admiring him in his red, flushed, somewhat sweaty state. His hair was a mess from her hands and he had a blush around his neck to his ears. She knew the hardness of his body accounted for the fact that he was a hunter, as well as the scars she felt beneath her soft hands, bite marks, bullet wounds, and healed slashes.

“Come closer,” she told him and he laughed, bringing himself and the chair closer, stopping when she sat on his thighs, fixing herself over his strong thighs. “Gonna cum if I tease you?” She asked, tapping the head of his cock. It twitched instantly and he moaned.

“Depends,” he replied breathily, sliding his hands up her body. She hummed softly, spreading her legs, positioning his cock near her soppy folds.

“On what?” She cackled playfully, parting her folds with one hand, circling her clit with her fingers. He watched her lustfully, the wetness that made her pussy shine coated her fingers.

“How wet and warm you feel on my cock,” he replied truthfully. He grabbed her hand and moved it out of the way anyway, taking his cock to push it between her folds, pressing the tip against her clit. 

“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned softly, grasping his shoulders, “you feel… I need you,” she whimpered, rolling her hips along the length of his cock. He moaned with her, moving her hips closer to him, her wetness coating his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart…” Dean moaned, watching her lean back against the table, positioning the soft head of his cock to her entrance. Completely enthralled, he watched himself slip inside her, and she watched him, biting her lip hard in concentration, the stretch of her walls around him almost painful. “Fuck… I can feel how bad you need me… I need you just as bad,” he panted, flexing his hands on her thighs, desperately trying not to thrust up into her warmth. He dug his nails into her flesh, his head tipping back, his hips rolling up.

“Dean,” she moaned again, starting to lift herself up and down his cock, reaching up to cup her breast. “Shit, you feel amazing,” she breathed out, grinding her hips against his until he was fully inside her. 

“You okay?” He asked, one of hands drifting up to knead her breast comfortingly. She nodded, buried her fingers in his hair and brought him in for a kiss as she bent her knees, and tucked her feet in between his thighs.

“I could cum like this,” she mumbled against his lips. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and he shook his head, her pussy clenched at the sound and she started to lift herself up again.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, sucking on his lip momentarily. “I’ll make you cum so hard…” He paused to moan, thrusting up into her slowly, meeting her hip. “...you’ll never want to fuck anyone else,” he promised her, building up the pace of his thrusts until she stopped moving with him altogether, letting him fuck up into her needy cunt. 

“You’ll only wanna be fucked by me,” he continued, watching her lean back with her elbow on the table, her hands roaming his warm body, “and I’ll be there, ready to fuck you hard.” He looked over her shoulder, at the jar of frosting. “Pounding into your sweet cunt,” he swore breathlessly, reaching behind her, dipping his fingers to gather frosting, “makin’ you beg, makin’ you impossibly wet.” He smeared frosting over her nipples, over her collarbone, her sternum, until he had no more while she moaned his name needily. 

“Makin’ you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He gripped her hip with frosting-coated fingers, leaning forward to lick and suck the whiskey frosting from her body. “I’ll fill you up as many times as you want,” he vowed, smoothing her hand up her back, into her hair once more, pulling until she whined his name. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”

Her pussy continued to gush over Dean’s cock the more he talked—his breathless, husky voice taking her over the edge. Each rough pull of her hair made her mewl and whimper as she rolled her hips desperately against his. 

“Dean, please,” she whispered, scratching down his back, digging marks into his skin the harder and faster he thrusted into her. Loud skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated, with every push of his cock in and out of her, squelching and driving her crazy. She dug her nails into her palm, making obscene sounds that made her self-conscious.

“I’ll fuck you all over your house, all over mine.” Another moan of his name, another rough pull of her hair. “I’ll fuck you in my car, in your car, anywhere and all over town.” He pulled away from her sticky chest, licked his lips at the sight of her, so she screwed her eyes shut. She felt a warm pool of wetness on her pelvic bone, opened her eyes to him spitting between their bodies, watching his saliva drip down her folds to her clit. 

She’d never heard of or experienced sex quite this raw and dirty.

“I’ll make you scream my name, make you forget how to talk, how to walk…” She leaned back into him, panting into his ear, keeping him close while rubbing her clit. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. 

“Dean…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, closing his eyes, he breathed against her lips, “and I want you forever.”

As he promised, she cried out his name when she came, squeezing his cock hard, coating him in her release. He grunted her name, cursing loudly as he came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her, filling her as he said he would. 

He circled his arms around her as she writhed once more, releasing her hair as she put her arms around his neck, panting and catching her breath until the pleasure subsided.

“I want all of that,” she murmured after a few moments of silence, kissing his cheek. He squeezed her and moved back, bewildered. He moved hair from her face and tilted his head at her, drawn to her nakedness, her flushed beauty. “First, I want to shower…” Slowly, carefully, she climbed off his lap, her legs shaky, her pussy releasing the mixture of their pleasure. 

“That’s a good start,” he told her softly. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled when he stood up from the chair and looked around at the mess in the kitchen. “No one’s coming home anytime soon… thanks to Sammy…” Dean trailed off, smoothing his hand over his head to fix his hair.

“Thanks to me,” she came clean with a shy smile, bringing his gaze up to hers. His eyes twinkled and he laughed loudly, tugging her towards him again by her arm, his lips pressing against hers.

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Robbing the Cradle

Dean Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1932 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Dean falls in love with a younger reader, and really struggles with it.

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Dean had put up a huge fight when it came to you, at least at first. 

He didn’t want to be in love with you, and he didn’t want to admit how happy you made him. He didn’t want to but clearly that didn’t change the fact that he had fallen so deeply in love with you that he couldn’t dig himself out.

You were nothing more than a child, at least as far as he was concerned. You were only twenty-two years old, practically still in pampers and he felt weird about it.

After all, why didn’t you want to be with a man your own age? Didn’t you want to have a normal relationship? Why would you want to be with someone like him when someone better was right around the corner. 

Dean wasn’t the most thoughtful, or well adjusted man in the world, and that wasn’t a secret. 

He knew that there was someone who could be better for you.

Still, you showed no interest in anyone other than him. It shocked the man to his core, that you never once talked about what you were missing out on, or wanting to do anything other than what you were doing. 

He just didn’t get it.

From Dean’s point of view, you should have been desperate to get out and experience life but who better to show it to you than Dean? That was the only thing that you ever said when he brought it up. 

You just didn’t understand how he could ever worry about something like that. After all, how many guys your age were going state-to-state, hunting monsters and saving lives?

Dean Winchester was one in a million...whether he chose to believe it or not.

Take today for example, you had tagged along with Sam and Dean to track down a poltergeist that was committing a series of gory murders in a small town. 

It had been a ridiculously stressful hunt, and it could have been dangerous but you had never felt more alive. You were obsessed with the thrill of the hunt. In fact, there was only one thing you liked more.

...And that was drinking. 

You had learned early on that going to the bar with the guys after a hard case was the best way to unwind. There was honestly nothing like it and you had never passed up a chance to go after everything was over. 

Which was good, considering the fact that Dean also really liked to hit the bar when he was stressed. 

...But he wasn’t the only one. 

There were a ton of guys with really hard lives and things they’re running from. Everyone had things they were trying to forget and liquor just aided in that journey. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing liquor did. 

It also made some men lose their tact, which with a beautiful woman around, was never good. It was a bad combo and Dean was really figuring that out tonight. 

“What’s wrong Dean?” you wondered, in a sing-song tone, even going so far as to throw your arm over his shoulder casually. 

The action was a little goofy with the slight drinking you’d been doing but you were in no way drunk. 

You had just been trying to get him to play pool for an hour now and tonight he was practically a bump on a log. 

...It was no fun at all. 

Especially not considering how much fun Dean was when he was in a good mood. You just missed it tonight, and you had no idea what was on his mind.

  “Nothing’s wrong, just got a lot on my mind” he tried, but you knew better. 

He may have been older than you but sometimes his pouting made you doubt it. You and Dean had been together for too long for that to work. 

The two of you had nearly died today and all he could think about was the hunt. It was kind of unbelievable. 

However, you were missing the biggest part of this whole thing. You had no idea but you and Dean weren’t alone in your casual affection. At some point, you had caught the attention of a group of strangers. 

...But you hadn’t noticed yet. 

You thought that there was something wrong with you, or that he was bored of your company. 

“Please Dean? Can’t we just play? I wanna have a good time and forget about the monsters” you begged, your voice nothing more than a purr in his ear. You were desperate for a little fun, especially after such a long and stressful day.

Though, you still didn’t know that across the bar stood that group of younger guys, not much older than you are. 

They’d had their eyes on you since you two walked in, and it was really starting to bother Dean.

He couldn’t stand it. 

Dean had been around the block before, and he had been that sort of guy. He knew that they were talking about him, and that they were weighing their options about what their chances were with you. 

They thought that he had robbed the cradle, and they were planning on taking you away from him...and why wouldn’t you go?  They were young, and built and they could offer you the world.  

How was he supposed to compete with that?

“I’m not really in the mood tonight, why don’t you play without me?” he suggested, waving over to the table begrudgingly. He felt bad about it but he just couldn’t fake it tonight. 

These were the sorts of things that really got to him about the age gap that you two had. Other people constantly had their eyes on you, as if you didn’t know what you were missing out on. 

Though, you both knew that wasn’t the case. 

As far as you were concerned, you weren’t missing out on anything, and Dean didn’t ever get that far. He was fully in love with you, and as long as you wanted to be with him, he would take it. 

...But not tonight. 

Tonight, he just needed to sit by himself and stew over everything that was bothering him. 

It was the way the Winchester men dealt with things, and there was nothing he could do to change that. 

You nodded, taking the hint and heading over to the table. Luckily, you were able to reach out to a few people at the pool table and join their game. They were nice, but you found it really hard to take the distraction. 

You were just worried about Dean. 

So worried, in fact, that you completely missed the one brave guy out of the pack who approached you. He had just chugged an entire beer can, and he was feeling on top of the world.

Clearly, that had led him to believe that you wanted anything to do with him. Even if you were putting out every single signal telling him that wasn’t the case.

As far as you were concerned, it didn’t matter if this guy was David Beckham or the queen of England. 

The last thing you wanted right now was for some average Joe to bother you. 

Not that your very clear body language kept him from coming. 

Before you could say or do anything about it, his arm was slung around your shoulder, a clumsy stumble following. He wasn’t smooth by any means, but weren’t too worried about it.

You were a literal monster hunter. You could handle a handsy frat boy that was too far out of his depth. 

Both you and Dean had handled worse. 

“Can I help you?” you wondered, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you shrugged him off, not even bothering to drop your pool cue. You didn’t imagine this would take too much time at all.

The Bozo to your right only laughed, smiling at you with a lopsided grin. “I was thinking more along the lines of how I could help you” he suggested, the words leaving his throat in a sick tone.

It made you want to be ill. 

This guy was a creep and you knew for a fact that he had nothing to offer you. Though, before you could inform him of that simple fact, an all too familiar hand fell down on his shoulder. 

...Because as it would turn out, Dean couldn’t just sit by and watch.

He knew that you could handle it, but he couldn’t help himself. As much as he tried to stay out of it, it made his blood boil to watch someone paw at you like that. 

It wasn’t in his nature. 

“Is there a problem man?” the younger guy wondered, looking at Dean as if he’d committed some sort of serious offense. If only he knew what he was getting himself into.

You could tell that Dean was doing his best to keep calm, which was good. However, you couldn’t be sure how long that patience would last. 

If you knew anything, it wouldn’t be long at all.

Dean Winchester was a lot of things, but patient wasn’t one of them. 

“No, there’s no problem at all...except for the fact that you’ve got your hands on my girl” he started, his jaw tensed slightly as he addressed the frat boy by your side. 

He seemed just as upset as you could have expected, though he was doing a pretty good job of keeping it hidden. 

“Wait, hold up, this is your girl? Is that what you’re telling me?” the stranger laughed, looking between the two of you with a grin on his face. 

...Obviously that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, but you didn’t get it.

There was nothing funny about it and as soon as he said it, you found yourself getting angry. Not only was this guy a creep, but he was also gonna question a man like Dean? 

He must have been an idiot. 

However, before you could step up and make that point, Dean stopped you with a calm glance. 

You hadn’t been prepared for that reaction, but Dean had. From the moment that you two started doing this whole thing, he had been waiting for these kinds of reactions. 

A guy like him had no business being with a woman like you, and he knew that. 

“Look man, I get it...but yes, this is my girlfriend and I’d appreciate it if you backed off” he suggested, knowing it wouldn’t go down that easily. Though, he wanted to give this kid a chance. 

After all, he was just a young guy trying to have a good time and Dean understood that, not that he was going to let this whole thing slide if he kept it up. 

...And of course he kept it up. 

“Oh yeah? You’d appreciate it?” he scoffed, glancing down at you. “Can you believe this guy, honey?” he just kept going, laughing. 

You could have killed him. 

There was only one thing that you knew in this moment, and that was that this wasn’t going to end well.

*Bonus* 

“Are you alright baby?” Dean checked, smiling at you in a tired sort of way. It had been a long day, but you nodded, anyway. 

“I’m fine, are you okay though?” you hummed, returning the favor. He seemed alright, but the bruise blooming on his cheek proved potentially different. 

That jerk had got one lick in before Dean knocked him out. 

Little did you know, but in that moment, Dean had actually never been better.

[bamby0304]

Her Saviours- Ch.9

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Summary: During an odd case, the Winchesters came across Y/N, a scared young Omega girl who had been used as a lure for a nest of vampires. After rescuing her from the monsters, John and his sons took her in knowing she was in no state to live among ordinary people. But three Alphas and one Omega is a mixture bound for disaster.

A/N: Thank your @sculptorofbeginnings for helping fix some stuff in this chapter :):)

Warnings: Explicit language. ABO dynamics. Angst. Fluff. Violence. Slight attempted/mentions of assault.

Bamby

“No, I haven’t heard from her, sorry boys,” Bobby sighed. “Yeah, of course. I’ll call you the second I know something. You two be careful,” he told them before hanging up. Shaking his head, Bobby turned to stare at you as you sat on the cot in his study. “Those boys are worried sick.”

“They’re only worried because they don’t know where I am. If they knew I was here, with you, they’d stop calling. They’d stop caring.” Slamming your book shut, you unfolded your legs and stood, moving into the kitchen. “I’m just extra baggage they have to lug around.”

He was hot on your tail, storming into the kitchen. “We both know that ain’t true. Those boys love you.”

“Sam tolerates me for Dean’s sake, and Dean likes the convenience of a nearby Omega,” you stated plainly, reaching into the fridge to pull out a beer.

When you’d shown up on Bobby’s doorstep almost a week ago, the old Beta had questions. Of course he had questions. You were an Omega and you were by yourself, which was odd enough, but the fact you’d been glued to a Winchester since they’d found you… he’d known something was wrong in an instant.

You’d had to admit a few truths. You had to explain that things were awkward now that Sam was back and John was gone. That having one Alpha replaced by another felt weird. You had to explain your relationship with Dean, and the toll it was taking on you. You had to explain the fact you were legally allowed to bond with someone, but no one was willing to do it.

“I can’t believe that boy has been using you like that.” Bobby shook his head. “I won’t believe it.”

“Don’t then.” You shrugged. “Doesn’t change the fact I’m not going anywhere,” you noted before starting towards the study again.

Before you could get far, Bobby reached over and snatched the beer out of your hand. As you spun around to glare at him, he cut off anything you might’ve said, “Those boys are worried about you, and they’re gonna keep worrying until you’re back by their side. So we’ve got two options here… either I call them and tell them you’re here, which will cut their case short and annoy both of them. Or you can get your bags and go find them.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re kicking me out?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, and you know that. I’m not kicking you out, I’m telling you to stop running from your problems,” he corrected.

Scoffing and shaking your head, you turned and continued towards the study. “No. No, I’m not going back. I can’t just go back. If I go back this has been for nothing. They would have learned nothing. If I go back now, I’m going back to what I left behind.”

“Left behind. Left behind,” he scoffed. “You say that like you’re done with them.”

“Maybe I am.” You shrugged as you dropped back onto the cot and grabbed your book again.

Marching into the room, he glared down at you. “Those boys are your family.” When you just looked up at him indifferently, he pushed, “Those boys have dragged you around all these years, because they care about you. They want you around. You just wanna turn your back on them? After everything they’ve done for you and you’ve done for them?”

“Yes,” you answered shortly.

“Bullshit.” He stood his ground. “I love you like you’re my own, Y/N, but I know you, too. I know you’re as stubborn as a Winchester, and as tough as one, too. You might be pissed, but you miss them.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything. Like I said, those boys are your family, you need each other. So, grab your things and get goin’.” He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. “I’m giving you an hour before I call Dean and let him know you’re here.”

Driving along, you were only half focused on the road as you headed in the direction Bobby had told you to go. Apparently, he’d been keeping up with the brothers’ whereabouts, waiting for you to ask where they might be so you could go to them. Instead, he used it to shoo you away.

It hurt, thinking he didn’t want you around, but deep down you understood. You didn’t want to understand, though. You wanted to be mad… it was easier.

He was right, which is why you’d feel guilty if you gave in. You did miss the brothers, and you knew they didn’t actually think you were extra baggage. You were all family, you’d just forgotten with all the drama going on.

Rolling down the road, you were pulled out of your thoughts as your car started sputtering.

“Shit,” you groaned.

You barely made it to the nearest gas station before the car stopped running.

Getting out and slamming the door, you stormed over to check the hood. Truth be told, though, you had no idea what you were looking at. Staring down at the engine, you had no clue where to start. Dean and John were always the ones to fix the cars.

“Need a hand?”

Spinning on your heels, you took in a deep breath and tried not to gag as the strong stench of stale cigarettes and Alpha filled your nose.

The man standing a few feet away from you was big and burly… you stood very little chance against him without a weapon. He stunk like he hadn’t had a shower in a week but had stuck his dick in at least three things since then. One look and you got the feeling any action he’d gotten hadn’t been consensual.

Unfortunately, you’d gotten out of the car empty handed, leaving you vulnerable.

His lips twitched up into a chilling grin as he took a step forward. “Why don’t you let me take a look under that hood of yours?” His eyes dragged over you, making it clear he wasn’t talking about your car.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you answered shortly, straightening your back.

That did nothing to deter him, though. In fact, he seemed more interested now. “Oh, don’t be like that. Pretty little Omega girl like you… you’ve gotta be real close to legal, huh? What are you doin’, all out here alone… looking for an Alpha to take real good care of you?”

The shudder that rolled through you just made his grin grow.

“I’ve got somethin’ that could help you.” His hand grabbed at his crotch as he adjusted the bulge growing there.

He was still moving closer, but you had nowhere to go. You were pressed against your car. One move and he would lunge for you, that was obvious, and by the size of him you wouldn’t get far. Out running an Alpha on the prowl was practically impossible.

Moving in closer, he left hardly a foot of space between you as he leered down, staring straight at your breasts. “Bend over, and I’ll give you what you need.”

You were shaking now. Despite the confident look on your face, and your tough posture, you were practically shitting yourself. There was nothing you could do, nowhere to go… your life was about to be ruined.

The sound of a shotgun being pumped had both of you whipping your heads over to the truck parked a little ways away.

A man stood by the truck, holding the shotgun. “You’re gonna leave her alone, or you won’t be walkin’ again,” he warned.

Huffing, the Alpha pulled away slightly. “This is none of your damned business.”

Keeping his eyes on the Alpha, the truck driver spoke to you, “Darlin’, you know this man?”

“N-no sir.”

“He botherin’ you?”

“Yes sir.”

He shrugged. “You heard the lady. Now get out of here, ‘fore I put you in a coffin.”

Quickly measuring his odds, the Alpha made the best decision he could and high tailed it out of there. You didn’t move a muscle until he was in his pickup and speeding down the road.

Once it was just the two of you, the man walked towards you. Still tense and waiting for something to happen, you jumped away from him.

He raised his hand- the one that wasn’t still holding his gun- to show you he meant no harm. “I’m a beta, darlin’, and I’m happily married with kids. I got no reason to hurt ya.” His eyes dropped to your open hood. “She doesn’t look good, and you ain’t gonna get any help ‘til morning.” Dragging his gaze back up to yours, he asked, “Where you headed?”

“Toledo. Ohio.”

“I can get you there if you don’t mind ditchin’ the car.”

Without missing a beat, you walked around to the back door, reached in, and pulled out your bag. When he looked at you, shocked, you shrugged. “It’s just a car. I’m not sentimental.”

Nodding, not having any reason to respond, he gestured for you to follow. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.”

Taking one last look at the car, you didn’t think twice before jogging after the man. He might be a stranger, but so far he’d shown you no reason not to trust him. To be honest, your odds were better with him than if you slept in your car by yourself all night.

Frank. Frank Thompson, that was the name of the man who had saved your life. The man married to a Beta woman who was waiting for him back home, which was somewhere in Oklahoma. He was headed to Detroit right now… well, after he dropped you off, of course.

The man seemed nice. You’d talked a little, mostly because he wanted to fill in the quiet moments with some chit chat, thinking it would put you at ease. He was polite, didn’t press for too much information, and let you just listen when that was all you wanted.

Mostly, you wanted to sit in silence. You were trying to figure out what you were going to do and say when you got to Dean and Sam. Were they going to be pissed, or relieved? Were you going to get defensive, or explode? There were a million this that could happen, a million things you could end up doing.

“So, you runnin’ to or from somethin’?”

You turned away from the window to Frank. “What makes you think I’m running?”

“Girl like you, and an Omega no less, doesn’t just get in a car and start drivin’ if she doesn’t have a reason. You’re runnin’, I just can’t figure out why.”

“And what makes you so sure you’re right?”

“‘Cause you remind me of my daughter… before she ran.”

Your heart sank and eyes went wide as you watched the man continue to focus on the road.

“She was headstrong and determined, like you are. Would kick anyone’s ass if she knew she could beat ‘em. My girl, she was an Omega, and her mama and me didn’t know what that would mean. Not really. Didn’t know how to raise her. So when a handsome Alpha boy came ‘round, she fell head over heels.”

“What happened next?”

“Her Daddy happened,” he sighed. “Didn’t understand her, all I knew was that I didn’t want my baby girl ‘round some hot headed Alpha, so I moved us out of town. Dragged her across states. Did whatever I could to keep my baby girl at home.”

“She ran back to him, didn’t she?”

He gave a short nod. “They’re married and got three pups, now.”

You weren’t expecting the happy ending, but then you weren’t used to happy anything. The short bouts of ease you experienced in life were laced with uncertainties and boundaries. Even being with Dean, or Sam, or John, while they might make you feel good, you never knew where you stood.

There was no happy ending in sight for you. None of the Alphas you loved were willing to commit. The life you led wasn’t exactly pup friendly. You were an Omega stuck in the least domestic life and it grated against your instincts like nails on a chalkboard.

“So, you runnin’ to, or from?” Frank asked again.

Pausing a moment, you gave it a thought before answering, “Both. I was taken in by a family of Alphas when I was a young teen, and I grew… attached to some of them. Thing is, none of them can claim me.”

Glancing in your direction, he gave you a quick once over before turning back to the road. “You even old enough to be claimed, yet?”

“By a few months, yeah. That’s not the point.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“The father, the head Alpha, he’s missing and without his permission his son won’t claim me.”

“Boy don’t have a thought of his own?”

You chuckled lightly, knowing Dean had plenty of his own thoughts but that he was also the perfect soldier. It was very contradictory. “He has his own thoughts, it’s just complicated. I’m guessing you don’t know much about Alphas?”

“Can’t say I do.”

“Well, they’re headstrong and stubborn, but they’re loyal.”

“So what about the other one?”

“Huh?”

“You said you grew attached to some of ‘em, but then you said the son won’t claim you. One son, one person. So, what about the other one?”

“Oh…” you turned back to look out the window then, “he’s even more complicated.”

That was the easiest answer you had, and the only one you could actually say. Anything else would get caught in your throat. The thought and reminder of what you once had with Sam, and what he had with Jess, was still enough to cause a pain that brought tears to your eyes.

“You love ‘em?”

Tearing you eyes from the window one last time, you looked to Frank again. “Hmm?”

“Do you love ‘em? The boys?”

“I don’t know if it’s love... or habit. Or if I’m holding onto the hope of the young girl whose life they saved.”

“You sure you’re gonna be alright?” Frank asked as he looked down at you from up in the truck.

Tugging the strap of your bag on onto your shoulder, you gave a short nod. “I’ll be fine.”

Sighing, he looked at the dingy motel and shook his head. “I’m gonna trust you, darlin’, but if you change your mind and need another ride, you call me.” Reaching down, he offered you a piece of paper.

“Don’t you have a route you have to stick to?” you asked as you took the paper and looked down at the number.

“My boss is an Omega. They hear I’m takin’ a detour to help you out and I’ll probably get a raise.” He grinned and offered you a wink.

You chuckled lightly. “Thanks, Mr Thompson.”

“You take care, Miss Y/L/N.” Giving you a short nod, he then pulled himself back into the truck before starting down the road, leaving you standing there and watching him roll away.

Once there were no sign of the truck, you turned on your heels and headed towards the motel. It was the only one in town, which meant if Sam and Dean were still on the same hunt they’d be staying here. The Impala was nowhere to be seen, though, which meant you were going to have to wait for them to show up.

Taking a deep breath, you trekked towards the vending machines and wooden bench outside of the reception. Taking a seat, you dropped your bag next to you and settled in, keeping your eyes peeled for any sign of the Winchesters.

When the Impala sped into the parking lot, you jumped to your feet and looked at it with wide eyes. Three doors opened, the brothers and a young girl stepping out. Sam was by the girl’s side in an instant as she kept her eyes squeezed shut and her fists clenched against them.

Dean, on the other hand, froze as his gaze landed on you.

Sam paused and followed his brother’s line of sight, spotting you as you stood there awkwardly. “I’m taking Charlie inside,” he told his brother before turning away from you.

Once Sam and the girl disappeared into their room, Dean was heading towards him as you did the same. You were tense, waiting for him to blow up as his jaw ticked and eyes glared into yours.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked, still on the other side of the parking lot. He practically had to yell for you to hear him.

“Bobby’s,” you answered honestly, not seeing any point in protecting the man considering he’d kicked you out.

Your answer just made Dean’s jaw clench harder. “He lied to us?”

“No, he lied for me,” you countered.

“Same thing.”

“What do you expect him to do? I show up on his doorstep, bawling my eyes out, and he’s just gonna call and lead you back to me. He’s a father to me, Dean, he would neve-”

Reaching you, finally, Dean grabbed your arm and pulled you to him, crashing his lip to yours. You fell silent and froze as he kissed you deeply, holding your arm with one hand and the back of your head with the other.

When he pulled back, you sucked in a breath your lungs had been screaming for.

“I was scared out of my brain, worrying about you.” His eyes bore into yours as he looked down at you. “Worried you might be dead in some ditch or claimed by some knothead.”

“I was at Bobby’s,” you repeated, still breathless and recovering.

“Why? Why did you leave?”

Looking into his eyes, seeing the truth fear in them, you knew nothing but the truth would fix your problems. “Because I didn’t think you’d care if I left.”

“How could you think I wouldn’t care?” A fire grew in his gaze, flickering amongst the fear. “You’re family, of course I’d care about you.”

“I know that. Which is why I knew that if you did care, you’d hurt… like I was.”

Searching your gaze, he frowned. “What does that mean?”

���It means I can’t do this for much longer, Dean.” Pulling away from him, you sighed and gestured to his room. “Who’s the girl?”

“If you think you can just change the subject like that-”

Knowing he wasn’t finished talking about the two of you, but also knowing there was a job to be done, you cut him off, “She’s freaking out and you left Sam all alone with her. You’re in the middle of the case. We can do the chick flick crap later. Who is the girl, Dean?”

The girl was Charlie, a high school Omega who was caught in the middle of a bloody Mary case. As in the real bloody Mary. You never thought the myth had any facts behind it, but according to what Sam and Dean had stumbled across, it was true.

Inside the motel room, you knelt in front of the whimpering and terrified Omega as the brothers worked on covering every reflective surface there was. When they were done, Sam came over to sit  next to her.

“Hey, hey it's ok. Hey, you can open up your eyes Charlie,” he assured her. “It's okay, all right?”

Slowly, she lifted her head away from her hands and looked around before her gaze fell on you.

“This is Y/N,” Sam started. “She’s our-”

“Sister,” you finished for him, with a slight bite to your tone.

It was a bitch move, but you still weren’t over that.

Flinching at the word slightly, Sam didn’t correct you before he moved on, “Now listen. You're gonna stay right here on this bed, and you're not gonna look at glass, or anything else that has a reflection, okay? And as long as you do that, she cannot get you.”

“But I can't keep that up forever.” Charlie looked at him with scared eyes. “I'm gonna die, aren't I?”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “No. Not anytime soon.”

Dean came over to kneel beside you and looked up at her. “All right Charlie. We need to know what happened.”

“We were in the bathroom. Donna said it,” she explained.

The brother shared a look before Dean tried again,  “That's not what we're talking about. Something happened, didn't it? In your life… a secret… where someone got hurt. Can you tell us about it?”

Charlie took a deep breath before telling him what he needed to know, “I had this boyfriend. I loved him. But he kind of scared me too, you know? And one night, at his house, we got in this fight. Then I broke up with him, and he got upset, and he said he needed me and he loved me, and he said, ‘Charlie, if you walk out that door right now, I'm gonna kill myself’. And you know what I said?” She looked to each of you. “I said, ‘Go ahead’, And I left.” Tears began streaming down her face. “How could I say that? How could I leave him like that? I just… I didn't believe him, you know? I should have.”

Burying her face in her hands, she started crying. She sobbed so hard her shoulders shook. Instinct took over, and as the brothers watched, you reached up and wrapped your arms around her.

“We’re gonna take care of you,” you promised.

With your promise, she crumbled onto the floor and into your arms as she started crying harder.

Getting Charlie to let you go had been hard, but you weren’t about to let the brothers head off without you. They were a bit reluctant to let you join them in the first place, but one look at Dean and that’s all it had taken.

He knew then that if they left you behind you wouldn’t be there when they returned.

So, with the help of the brothers, you managed to get Charlie to calmed down and explained that you were going to help your ‘brothers’ help her. Eventually she let you go.

“You know her boyfriend killing himself, that's not really Charlie's fault,” Dean noted as he drove down the road.

“You know as well as I do spirits don't exactly see shades of grey, Dean,” Sam countered. “Charlie had a secret, someone died, that's good enough for Mary.”

Dean sighed, “I guess.”

“You know, I've been thinking,” Sam started. “It might not be enough to just smash that mirror.”

“Why, what do you mean?” Dean asked.

You watched Sam closely as a bad feeling started to tug on your stomach.

“Well Mary's hard to pin down, right? I mean she moves around from mirror to mirror so who's to say that she's not just gonna keep hiding in them forever? So maybe we should try to pin her down, you know, summon her to her mirror and then smash it.”

Shifting in your seat, you leaned forward and against the back of the seat, poking your head between the brothers. “I thought you said she only comes if you have a secret that led to a death. You said the first victim’s daughter was the one to say the words. What if we don’t have any secrets juicy enough for Mary?”

“She’s got a point.” Dean nodded. “We know some stuff, but I don’t think any of it counts.”

But Sam didn’t seem to agree. “She'll come after me.”

Everything in the car froze.

Dean looked from the road, to his brother, and then back before shaking his head.  “You know what, that's it.”

He pulled the car over, slamming on the brakes. You had to hold on to keep yourself from flying into the front seat with them.

Not missing a beat, Dean turned to glare at his brother. “This is about Jessica, isn't it? You think that's your dirty little secret that you killed her somehow?”

Sam just ignore him, though, keeping his gaze on the window in front of him.

“Sam, this has got to stop, man.” Dean’s concern was growing with every word. “I mean, the nightmares and calling her name out in the middle of the night, it's gonna kill you. Now listen to me, it wasn't your fault. If you wanna blame something, then blame the thing that killed her. Or hell, why don't you take a swing at me? I mean I'm the one that dragged you away from her in the first place.”

Sam shook his head. “I don't blame you. Either of you.”

“Well you shouldn't blame yourself,” Dean told him, “because there's nothing you could've done.”

Looking away from the window then, Sam turned to his brother. “I could've warned her.”

“About what? You didn't know what was gonna happen! And besides, all of this isn't a secret, we mean I know all about it.” Dean gestured to himself and you. “It's not gonna work with Mary anyway.”

“No you don't.”

“I don't what?”

“You don't know all about it,” Sam answered simply. “I haven't told you everything.”

Your blood ran cold.

Dean’s eyes went wide. “What are you talking about?”

“Well it wouldn't really be a secret if I told you, would it?”

Before you knew what you were doing, you threw your door open and stepped out of the car and into the rain.

Walking away from the car, shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes shut and looked up at the sky. Letting the rain fall on your face, you took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the panic raging inside of you.

“Y/N!”

Spinning on your heels, you turned to Dean as he hurried towards you. Sam stood by his door, watching with this look on his face that made you want to scream, cry, and punch him in the nose.

“Hey.” Dean stopped in front of you, searching your eyes worriedly. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t lose him again. I can’t lose anyone again. I can’t do it, Dean.”

“He’s not going anywhere. You think I’d let him go that easily?” he asked, trying to reassure you.

You shook your head, not trusting him. “You said that before. You all said you’d never leave. Everyone’s left,” your voice broke, and just like that he knew it wasn’t just rain rolling down your face.

Grabbing your arm, he pulled you to him. “I haven’t left, and I’m not going to.” Leaning back, he cupped the side of your face and tilted your head until your eyes met his. “Neither is Sam.” Running the pad of his thumb along your cheek, he held your gaze. “Do you trust me?”

Looking into his eyes, you quickly nodded. “I trust you.”

“Now come on, let’s get out of the run.” Letting his hand fall to yours, he intertwined your fingers before leading you back to the car. “Better not ruin the upholstery,” he grumbled under his breath as you slid back into your seat.

For the short second or two where it was just you and Sam in the car, the two of you met each other’s gaze in the rear view mirror. You were still worried, and he was still guilty, but neither of you said anything. You wanted to, though.

You missed being able to talk to Sam as easily as you talked to Dean, but things had changed over the years. Knowing he was about to put his life on the line, and every thought of his would be of Jess… you couldn’t deny that it hurt to think what you’d once had with him years ago was well and truly gone.

You were stuck in the car. The brothers had headed into the store while you were stuck in the car.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, though. It was the middle of the night, in the middle of a case, and the brothers were breaking in. Somewhere in that store was the mirror Mary was connected to, and the plan was to end it all. With so many things that could go wrong, you really shouldn’t have been surprised when Dean ordered you to stay in the car.

Didn’t mean you couldn’t be pissed.

As you sat there, drumming your fingers on the front seat as you leaned against it, you suddenly sat up right as a car rolled into the parking lot beside the Impala.

It was the cops.

“Fuck.”

Two officers stepped out, one of which had spotted you in an instant. With their torch shining into the window of the Impala, they stepped up and gave the glass a knock.

“Come on out,” he ordered.

Swallowing the nothing that had gathered in your throat, you slid across the seat and did as he said, getting out of the car. Stepping to the side, you watched the two officers with wide eyes as they looked you over.

“Wanna explain what you’re doing here, sweetheart?” the one who had knocked on the window asked.

Before you could answer, the store’s door opened as Dean stepped out.

“Hold it!” the other cop ordered Dean.

He raised his hands in defense. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, guys. False alarm. I tripped the system.”

“Who are you?” the cop that knocked asked.

“I’m the boss’s kid,” Dean lied. “And that’s my girl. She was just waiting for me while I grabbed something from the office.”

“You’re Mr. Yamashiro’s kid?”

Crap…

Dean chuckled lightly. “I know, the resemblance isn’t really there. Got my mum’s looks,” he joked. When neither cop responded, he went on, “I was adopted.”

“Really?” the cops clearly didn’t believe him.

Glancing over at the store windows, Dean sighed, “You know, I just… I really don’t have time for this right now.” Before the officer in front of him could blink, Dean threw a punch and clocked him right in the jaw.

The other officer was quick to react, but you were faster and prepared. Reaching out, you snatched the flashlight from his hold. The officer rounded on you, but wasn’t prepared as you slammed the large, heavy, metal torch into his face. The sickening crack that sounded told you that his nose was well a truly broken.

Both officers fell to the ground like two sacks of potato.

“I was handling it,” Dean stated defensively.

Sighing, you stepped over the officer in front of you, and shoved the torch into Dean’s chest. “You’re welcome.” Without giving him a glance, you walked right by and headed into the store.

Dean was hot on your tail, grabbing the crow bar he’d ditched before heading outside. He led you through the store, even though you knew he’d prefer it if you were outside. But you were just as stubborn as he was, so there was no way you were going to to sitting on your ass and twiddling your thumbs.

As you rounded the corner you found Sam… kneeling on the floor and grunting in pain.

Hurrying forward, Dean threw the crowbar at the mirror his brother was in front of, smashing it to pieces.

“Sammy?” Dean reached down and grabbed his brother, lifting his face to look at him. “Sammy!”

“It's Sam,” he groaned back.

Dropping to your knees next to the brothers, you let out a sigh of relief as you took Sam’s face from Dean to check him over yourself. Taking in the sight of the blood rolling from his eyes, you choked on a sob.

“You scared the crap out of me.” Letting him go, you slapped at his chest. “Don’t you ever do that again.”

He chuckled lightly. “I’ll try.”

Dean took Sam’s face back. “God, are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Come on.” Dean grabbed his brother and pulled him to his feet. “Come on.” He tossed Sam’s arm over his shoulder.

The three of you started to walk out when the sound of glass crunching had you all freezing on the spot.

Slowly, you all turned and what you found had fear coursing through your veins, thick and cold. Mary was crawling out of the broken mirror like something from a horror movie. Pulling herself to her feet, she took one look at the three of you, and you were falling to your knees.

It felt like your head was being squeeze. Like your brain was under so much pressure and the only way to ease it was to pop. Blood trickled from your eyes as you cried out in pain. Everything hurt, every bone, every muscle. What was going on in your head rippled through your body, making you curl into yourself as a pain like no other took over.

Then it was gone.

Dean let out a groan before you heard the sound of another mirror smashing.

“Hey. Hey, Y/N.” Sam was right there, reaching for you, turning you over onto your back until you were looking up at him. “You okay?”

Holding in a sob, you nodded. “I-I’m okay.”

“Guys?” Dean looked over his shoulder at you and his brother. “This has got to be like...what? 600 years of bad luck?”

Pulling yourself up so you were sitting, you looked around at the dozens of broken mirrors throughout the store. “I hate you so much right now.”

Sam chuckled lightly beside you.

Grinning, Dean got to his feet and turned to you, offering his hand. You took it and let him pull you to his feet. “Nice to have you back, sweetheart.”

“So this is really over?” Charlie asked from where she sat beside you in the Impala, which was now parked outside of her house.

Dean turned and rested his arm along the back of his seat before giving her a short nod. “Yeah, it's over.”

A wide smile spread across her face as she looked to the three of you “Thank you.” Taking a deep breath, she slid out of the car and started towards her home.

“Charlie?” Sam called before she could get far. When she turned back to him he went on, “Your boyfriend's death...you really should try to forgive yourself. No matter what you did, you probably couldn't have stopped it. Sometimes bad things just happen.”

She simply gave a faint smile before turning back around and continuing on.

Once she was gone, Dean gave his brother a playful punching, making Sam turn to him. “That's good advice,” he noted before driving off. You were almost out of town when he spoke up again, “Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Now that this is all over, I want you to tell me what that secret is.”

You sunk down into your seat and turned to the window. Part of you wanted to know, you wanted Sam to let you back in. You wanted to be the one he turned to, the one he shared all his secrets with.

Another part of you didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to think about him and Jessica, didn’t want to prolong his pain or cause yourself any more. Didn’t want to risk letting him back in when he could still leave you again.

Sam sighed, “Look...you're my brother and I'd die for you, but there are some things I need to keep to myself.”

You doubted you’d ever have Sam back… not completely… not truly.

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Chuck ~ Cold As It Gets

Cold as it Gets by Patty Griffin

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Words: 1934

Warnings: Depression.  Talk of death.

Chuck had always thought that everything had to have a balance, that the world worked in a 50/50 split, as soon as one thing would happen it would correct itself in another way.

It was part of his reasoning behind what happened to Lucifer.

However, even after all that, he began to watch the human race more, and through sheer stubbornness alone, they seemed to just destroy the illusion of that balance.

It frustrated him really, that they didn't seem to be bound by the same laws he was, even though he technically wrote those laws in the first place.

He eventually guessed that's what led him down the path of writing, wanting to interact with his creation on a level that he could start to try and understand what it all meant and why it seemed so different.

For a long time, he thought it was working, that he was starting to understand things more and more, even with small spanners in the works that kept creeping up on him, like the Winchester’s.  He still wasn’t sure what made him start writing their adventures, but he found it somewhat therapeutic to do.

Then you came along.

Out of all his creations, you suddenly stood out to him, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.  He watched as you became good friends with Sam and Dean, moving with ease in and out of their lives as you made your own path in the word.  He was actually late on a couple of book deadlines due to him following you and not the brothers, which led him to question what he was doing.

You were human, at least, that’s what you seemed to be?

He tried to shake off those doubts and for some time, he managed to force himself to ignore you.

Then, you rocked up on his doorstep with Sam and Dean, and it took all of his effort not to stare at you.

Chuck didn’t want to admit that he was smitten, but he was.

He was God, he wasn’t mean to feel like this, not towards a human.  Yes, he’d been in a few relationships over his time on earth, but never had he felt something quite like this.

Only, something was wrong, your soul was pure, but there was an air of sadness about you, one that he couldn’t pin point, and in the short time that he got to know you, he tried everything he could to get you to smile and laugh.

It made his heart soar when you did.

He hated that he felt he had to leave so quickly, that he couldn’t tell you who he was just because of what it would mean for the world.  He swore though, that he would keep an eye on you from you afar, where it was safer.

At least that was what he told himself.  That was what he told himself until you died.

Selfishness made him put you back, much to your confusion and the confusion of Sam, Dean and Castiel, who had tried to save you even though it was too late.  No of them understood what had happened and Chuck planned on leaving it that way.

Until you burst into tears.

It shocked him, he could feel the pain radiating through you, even from where he was, and it was in that moment that he realised what he was feeling within you.

He forced himself to wait, to watch as the boys got you away from the scene, thinking that you were just in shocked relief, Castiel the only one having some idea of what was happening. They left you alone in your motel room, to your insistence, promising to come back and check on you later.

It was there, that Chuck knew that he had to do something.

Once they had disappeared to the bar, well away from you, Chuck made his decision.

Cautiously, he approached your door and knocked gently.

Your voice called out him, broken and alone, and while you were no longer crying, everything was still very close to the surface.

Chuck opened the door slowly.  “It’s not who you think it is.”

You squealed and run to him, a million questions following, your heart racing as fast as his own as you practically dragged him in and forced him to sit.

Eventually, he got you to calm down and so you just stared at him with wide eyes.

“First things first Y/N,” He said calmly.  “You can’t tell Sam or Dean or Castiel about me.”

He knew that you instantly wanted to ask why, but you refrained and nodded.

“It’s…complicated.” He said slowly and he realised in that moment that he would have to tell you everything and that, for once, he didn’t actually mind.  “About as complicated as you coming back to life today.”

Your face fell and a wave of emotions went through you, breaking away from his gaze for a moment before returning to him with a frown.  “How did you know?”

Chuck gives a small smile. “Because I’m the one that brought you back.”

“You…what?”

“I brought you back. I…found myself suddenly unable to not have you there, I’d gotten so used to you, probably a little too attached to you…” He trailed off rubbing his neck.

But you were suddenly looking terrified.  “Chuck, you didn’t make a deal for me, did you?”

He shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like that. It’s…well, it’s a lot easier to explain than that, but you’re reaction may make it more complicated.”

You stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Finally, he sighs. “I’m God, Y/N.”

After a moments silent, this started a whole new rant and set of questions which eventually ended when you told him to prove it.

With a snap of his fingers, the two of you were now in a quiet bar and he was behind the counter, pouring you your favourite drink.

“Proof enough?”  He asked as you stared wide eyed around.  “I’m sure you can understand the complexity of why I had to leave when I did.”

You sat at one of the bar stools as emotions fought themselves within you, making Chuck frown as he pushed a drink towards you.  “Are you alright Y/N?”

Your glance is quick, but it was enough to see that you didn’t like that question.  “Well, it’s a lot to take in.”

He moves around the bar and sits next to you.  “That’s not what I meant.”

You refused to meet his gaze.  “I just…I’m fine, just let me deal with it.”

Chuck moved slowly, not wanting to scare you, gently bringing your chin up so you would meet his gaze.  “Most people would be happy if they were brought back to life, but I felt you Y/N, I felt the devastation at coming back.  Surely you aren’t eager to die?”

He watched as you blinked tears furiously away, moving your head again so your grab your drink and take a sip, turning away from him.  “I…don’t, not on my own terms.  In that moment I’d made peace that I wasn’t coming back, that it was finally over. To find it wasn’t, was a hell of a shock.”

“Talk to me.”

You chuckled weakly. “You realise how strange this is, don’t you?”

“I’m your friend, what’s strange about that?”

You shook your head though, fingers running over the moisture on the glass.  “When I turned 18, my friends booked me in for a psychic session as a joke, they knew that I didn’t believe in that type of thing, especially when those type of places always dress it up so much and-” You shook your head.  “Anyway, I went along with it and sat down with this psychic, laughing away the false readings she was giving me and already planning a move back on my friends for their own 18th’s.  It was as I was thanking her and getting ready to leave that it happened, the whole air in the room changed and just like that, I knew the world was a lot stranger than what I knew.”

A shudder left you. “She told me that great tragedy was about to befall me, that I was about to lose everything and enter a world that I never knew, and, in doing so, I would meet the one being that could ever complete me.  It was going to be a long road though, and that, even then, if I didn’t meet the right people, it would never happen, if I died early, it would never happened, and with that I would never get what I really sought in life.”

Chuck watched you, watched as you fought to find the next words.

“I know a cold, as cold as it gets.”  Your voice broke so you cleared your throat.  “I fled from that place quicker than what my feet could carry me, her words sitting heavily with me and knowing that there was no one I could tell.  By the time I reached home, it was already too late.  They were planning on throwing me a surprise party, everyone was there, including a few uninvited guests that had somehow snuck in and decided to kill everyone.”  You swallowed.  “Two hunters came along, Bobby and Rufus, and once they sorted it out, I forced them to take me with them.  I had nothing left after all.”

“In those years, my heart grew heavier and heavier, never knowing whether I was in the right place, talking to the right people, and while I became a damned good hunter, there was always that key element missing.”  You sighed and rubbed the tears away from your eyes.  “That was until I met you.”

He was confused, but remained silent.

“I knew as soon as I saw you that it you who I’d been missing, you made the loneliness and drowning I’d been feeling for years, ease away.”  You finally looked at him.  “But I knew that, even though you were clearly trying to make me feel better, there was still something holding you back.  Now that I know what it was, the psychics last words finally make sense.”

Chuck didn’t want to ask, but he knew that he had to.  “What were the last words?”

“That even when I find you, it won’t be what I expect, that, depending on what choice you made, I could still be lonely forever.”  Your voice was no more than a whisper, your eyes asking the question that you didn’t dare voice.

Chuck found himself smiling and taking your hands in his.  “Y/N…if I had known how much you were going through…of what you’d been through, then I would have never have allowed this to go on for so long, I would have told you from the start and never let you go.”

You returned his smile and Chuck felt the sadness that was once engulfing you starting to slip away. “I thought you were meant to know everything?”

He chuckles and shakes his head.  “Just because I can, doesn’t mean I should.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips to his and in that moment, Chuck knew that he had still been right about balance.  Both of you had spent so many years alone, him not really knowing what he was searching for and you fearful that you would never find it, and now, as he deepened the kiss, he knew he was going to do everything within his power to ensure that this lasted for eternity.

[menalliha]

Dancing with Demons

Summary: A fight with Dean turns sour. Being left alone in a motel room with a demon demanding answers doesn’t make a fun night.

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Angst, body issues, mentions of violence and killing, also implied cheating. 

A/N: This is going to be a two part mini series. It was supposed to be an angsty one shot but the more I typed, the more word vomit came out and the idea sprang to life! 

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The scene that was unfolding in front of you was one you never thought you would imagine. Sam stared at you in shock while his older brother wasn’t paying any attention. He was too busy trying to devour the hot blondes face next to him. While it was obvious he has a few too many drinks in his system.

You felt your heart break into a million tiny pieces and tears stream down your cheeks. You didn’t even realize you were crying till some of the tears landed on your hand. It was a small fight that lead to this. Him making out with another girl while you were left back at the hotel to wallow in self pity. Yes, you admit the fight was stupid and your fault and that was the main reason you were here.

You made a mistake on a hunt that could have killed you and yet it didn’t. You were alive and well with only a minor scratch. But you understood where he was coming from. It just took you longer to actually understand. Plus the walk here to the local bar.

Your boyfriend was coping with this in the wrong way. Usually when he was mad, he would either just down drink after drink or play pool. But no.. he decided to try and hook up for the night. Sam was trying to silently plead with you and keep you from losing your cool.

The best you could think of was turning on your heels, you took off fast towards the door. Not wanting to ruin his moment which was soon shattered. You kept your eyes closed from crying anymore and ran into a waitress, knocking the drinks from her hand and all over your. Still you never screamed, just quietly apologized and tried to leave.

“Watch where you’re going next time, fatty.” The waitress’ words only numbed the pain more. She peaked over your shoulder and saw the table you walked away from. “Don’t blame him for moving on. Anyone could do a whole hell of a lot better than you.” A wicked smirk played on her lips.

Your face heated up from embarrassment. All eyes were on you and your over sized body. The one thing you were always insecure about and Dean knew it. He and Sam had to witness you take this verbal abuse this time and many times over. Dean was always the first one to complement you and defend you.

Running out of the bar, you heard Sam call or you but you didn’t stop. Your silent anger is what scared the boys the most. They knew you could just blow any moment. Sadly, this wasn’t that time. Instead of wanting to slash Baby’s tired or the car’s windows, you trucked it back to the hotel to hide on foot and maybe die from everything that just happened.

Dean looked over to his brother then the girl next to him. What was he doing? This wasn’t him. He would never break Y/N’s heart. You meant to much. You put up with his bullshit and broke down his walls while he tried to help you rebuild yours. Spending countless years feeling like second best and not worth anyone’s time. While he spent the last two years making you feel loved and safe. Nights of endless love making and promises. That all shattered tonight and he knew it. He was beating himself up mentally about what he did. He knew he couldn’t blame the alcohol.

Tossing the keys to Baby on the table, Dean hurried up from the table and tried to chase you down. “Don’t wait up Sam.” He yelled over his shoulder as he left the bar.

Hurrying down the road, he saw you walking fast back to the motel. You kept your head down and arms crossed over your chest. You wrecked of alcohol from running into that waitress, your self esteem was at rock bottom and to make it all worse, your boyfriend was sucking face with another woman.

“Y/N!” Dean yelled as he caught up to you. He turned you towards him and saw how tear stained and blotchy your face was. It was like a kick to the gut for him. He was supposed to prevent this from happening not cause it. “God… sweetheart… I-I am so sorry…”

Pushing him away, you wiped your face. “No… no you don’t get to sweet talk me. I saw you… I saw you making out with that beautiful woman. She… She has what I don’t… smaller everythings. Probably doesn’t have stretch marks on her stomach or boobs…”

“I don’t deserve to be easily forgiven but you sure as hell don’t deserve to be so degraded. Don’t think of yourself like that. You want the truth,” Dean licked his lips and started at you with his striking emerald eyes. “That happened mere moments before you walked in and she kissed me! Sammy is my witness. I would never go that far. Trust me I blame myself for being so vulnerable to that. But please… yell at me, scream… get mad please. This silent anger is what worries me the most.”

“You expect me to believe that Dean Winchester didn’t invite a stunning woman over to make out with her? Get the feeling of what skinny girls feel like since his own girlfriend is the size of a beached whale!” Your throat burned from screaming the last part. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands, leaving small crescent shape.

Dean swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. “Yes to the first half. Sam is my witness! Baby, you're not the size of a beached whale. Don’t make me drag you to the motel to prove that.”

A growl escaped your lip. “Don’t you dare use your charm on me! You are sleeping with Sam tonight! I need time to think about all of this. Us.” You knew the last word hurt him. It wasn’t meant to hurt anyone. You truly needed time to yourself.

Turning on your heels, you walked the rest of the way back to the motel, tossing Dean’s duffle bag to the room next to yours. Slamming your door, you locked it. You knew he always has a way of weaseling his way into your room after fights. Tonight was not that night.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you chugged down your second beer and heard the door slam next door. Indicating Sam was back and Dean was with him. You heard them mumbling, making out certain words. Mainly him saying he was an idiot and he really screwed up.

“Maybe I was too harsh on him. All I really have to do is ask Sam. He kept saying he was his eye witness.” Sighing, you got up and walked around the messy room and kicked the clothes out of the way. Reminded you of the first time you and Dean ever had to share a room together.

Sam won the pool game against Dean and got to room with bigger bed. Said the two of you could figure out the sleeping arrangement. The thought brought a small smile to your face. You were so insecure then. You tried to force Dean to look away while you walked out of the bathroom in a barely big enough towel while you looked for your sleep clothes. You didn’t need them that night. Dean showed you an amazing time and was yours since.

You started to unlock the door when you heard a faint chuckle behind you. It stopped you dead in your tracks and made your blood run cold. “How did you find me?” With your hand on the doorknob, you were sure you could yank the door open and barge to the boys room. Or you could scream. That would definitely get them over here.

“Remove your hand from the doorknob and if you scream, I will take your knife and plunge it into your heart myself. Have a seat darling, we have some catching up to do.” Gentle you let go of the doorknob and turned to face a demon. His eyes so black, it almost matched the night sky. “You really made an idiot of yourself at the bar. Not that hard to find you when that happened. Plus the old car out front. But where’s the old Dean boy at? Boot him out and on to his brother for the night for lip wrestling with another?”

“What do you want? You denied my deal. You clearly have a death wish.” You carefully sat on your bed and watched him carefully.

The demon chuckled and stared at you with his evil eyes. “You have information I need. You will either give it to me willingly, or I torture it out of you. Where is your older brother?” You watched as his eye flashed back to normal for a split second.

“There is no way in hell I am telling you that sensitive of information. I would never rat my family out.” A growl left the demon’s lips as his eyes flashed black again.

He grabbed you by the neck, trying hard to cut off your air supply. He knew he was succeeding when you were gasping for air. “Now listen here… I asked nice once, I’ll ask one more time. Tell me where he is or I will force it out of you with torture. I don’t care if the Winchester’s are next door or not. I will leave cuts, bruises or even possess you to get this information. Now one last time princess. Where. Is. Your. Brother?”

You felt him loosen his grip on your neck. “No chance in hell.” You spat and clawed at his hand.

“I tried to be the nice guy. Now I have to turn ugly.” Sighing, he doubled his fist and punched you hard, knocking you out.

Only to wake up hours later tied to a chair, a gag in your mouth and your knife in his hand. All while a wicked grin played on his lips and his soulless black eyes stared back at you.

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[waywardwboys]

I’ve got you - Part two.

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, random demon (just mentioned)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: mentions of pain and wounds, a lot of self-doubts, low self-esteem, unconscious reader, ending with so much fluff it’s even overemotional but anyway.

A/N: so this fic was going to be just a two-shot, but the ending is a bit open-ended so I thought that I’d probably write a third part. If you read it and agree with that just let me know! English is not my first language so I apologize if you read any nonsense. Hope you like it :) xx

You can read part one here.

Feedback is always appreciated!

The smell of coffee got to Sam from downstairs. His stomach growled because he hadn’t eaten a thing since last night, but he wasn’t in the position to eat at that moment. It’s only been a few hours since the demon of his nightmares attacked Y/N, but they felt like days to him.

He knew the girl would be fine sooner or later. She was now breathing normally and her skin wasn’t that pale. She could wake up any moment now, and he knew she could probably be mad at him. Yes, Y/N told him that it wasn’t his fault before she got unconscious. But a part of him couldn’t help but still blame himself for everything that had happened. And no matter how many times people told him otherwise, he’d still feel the same way. He just couldn’t pull that thought out of his mind.

Sam had thanked his brother a million times for healing her when he just held her hand and cried. That was the only thing he could do at that time. He blamed himself for that too, for not being able to react faster, for staying quiet doing nothing. If Dean hadn’t got there in time, maybe Y/N wouldn’t have survived. And if that happened, he would never forgive himself. He’d have that on his conscience for the rest of his life.

And it was over, Dean took her very carefully in his arms, went to her room and softly lied her down on her bed. Meanwhile, what was Sam doing? He just followed him to Y/N’s bedroom, waiting for her to wake up. Hoping she’d wake up.

He had acted like a complete inexperienced hunter, to the extent that it had to be Dean who stitched her wound and not him. Everything was his fault, he should have healed her. Not his brother, he hadn’t done anything. More precisely, he did everything. Dean made sure she was okay, while Sam just cried and sat next to her. He was useless. Those were the only things he could think about.

But his brother hadn’t reproached for it. Dean deeply understood what Sam was going through. He had always imagined that those two loved each other. The oldest Winchester loved her too. He loved her as his little sister, he fully protected him from anything, he constantly watched her and asked her what she was in need of. But he didn’t hug her as much as Sam did, nor shared everything with her. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard his brother knocking on her door last night. He was shouting like a madman. Dean put his head out her door the next morning and got really surprised when he saw them holding each other, sleeping like kids. He knew they hadn’t done nothing special, just sleeping in each other’s arms. But the supposition of their love was completely confirmed when Sam stayed paralyzed after the demon’s attack to Y/N. It was absolutely understandable that he felt miserable. Even Dean, who was practically a big brother to the girl, was really concerned. Not only about the girl’s health after the attack, but for how bad his brother might be feeling right now.

When the oldest Winchester carried her to her bed upstairs and Sam sat down next to her with a worried look, he told him something.

“Sammy, it’s not your fault. What she needs right now is some company. Stay next to her until she wakes up. Will you?” his brother nodded with his eyes still laid on her.

Dean got out of the room and closed the door after him, leaving alone the two people he most cared about in this world.

Two hours had passed since the Winchester left the room, and Sam started to believe she’d never wake up. He’d lose her forever. Why wasn’t she waking up? Maybe her wound was more serious than they thought, after all.

No. That can’t be happening. She’ll wake up, I just need to wait a bit more, he thought again and again.

There were so many things he wanted to tell her… He thought for a moment that he could never tell her, so, he hoped she could somehow listen to him and Sam started talking.

“Y/N… You don’t know how sorry I am. It was all my fault, Y/N. And even though you told me it wasn’t, I still feel like it. And even though Dean tells me that too, I can’t stop blaming myself, not even if you wake up and laugh again. And you’re going to have a huge scar on your abdomen and it’s my fault too. And you may take your time to wake up, and it’ll be my fault too. I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything that’s happened to you.”

The boy paused for a moment so that he could dry his tears and continued talking.

“I’m a mess, Y/N. I’m sorry this happened to you because I’m a mess. I dreamed everything that happened four times, Y/N, and I didn’t protect you. I didn’t even move a finger. I didn’t stay by your side all the time to avoid it. To avoid the attack you suffered. And I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

“And when Dean healed you, the only thing I could think about was how useless I was for not protecting you. I thought you’d be mad at me, even when you were unconscious. I thought you’d never want something as useless as me in your life, Y/N. But the truth is” he paused again, “that I love you. I love you the way I loved Jessica so many years ago. I love you with all my heart and with all my being. I’ve always loved you, but I never told you because I was afraid of being rejected. And maybe our friendship would be broken if I messed things up like that. But, Y/N, I’ll never stop loving you that way. I’ll love you until every star of this fucking universe dies, Y/N. I’ll love you until I die. And if there’s a life until this one, then I’ll keep loving you, sweetheart."

“But it’s obvious that you don’t feel the same. What you said before was just something to make me feel better, I know. I can’t get any idea, not when I might lose you forever, not when you might be in that limbo you can’t get out of right now. If it’s true, Y/N, if you’re trapped and you don’t know how to come back, just hear my voice. Please, I’m begging you. Follow my voice and come back to me. We’ll sleep next to each other again, and I’ll make breakfast for you this time. I’ll cook anything you want, baby. I’ll serve you breakfast in bed, and it’ll bring a tear to my eye to see you so happy because you have a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. I know how much you like it, Y/N. I’ll give you a quick kiss hooping you don’t notice, because I’ll think you don’t love me the way I do. I’ll caress your hair until you fall asleep in my arms again. We’ll spend all day long in bed, Y/N. I don’t care what we do, baby, as long as I’m next to you.”

Sam was crying so much he though his words weren't understandable. He thought he was just babbling nonsense, but he hoped she was hearing him somehow. And if she wasn’t, he’ll repeat it when she woke up.

“I’m sorry, my dear. I’m so sorry. I know you’d never love someone like me. I know you don’t like me, Y/N. And the worst of it is that I’ll never be what you expect me to be. I don’t get how useless I can be sometimes, neither why you’re still by my side. I don’t know why I’m your best friend, I don’t know which are the good things that I give you because it seems like it’s only you who give me good things. You change my world, Y/N. Every time I’m next to you I think better, I speak better, I do things better. You bring out the best in me, baby. And you don’t know how thankful I am.”

“I don’t even know if you’re listening to this, but I don’t care, honey. I just needed to tell you. It was necessary. And if you wake up, if you come back to me, baby, I’ll tell you again. Because I need you to see that, I need you to understand it. Even though I say it a thousand times, I don’t care. The only thing I want is for you to know it, and to be okay, of course.”

Sam dried his tears one more time and sighed. He needed her so much it even hurt.

But, suddenly, he heard a noise. It was like if someone was moving his body under the sheets of a bed. He looked down and looked at the girl, who softly took his hand. She slowly squeezed it but it seemed like she hadn’t got enough strength to do it properly.

Sam was euphoric. Did she just wake up? Did she really wake up? More tears got out of his eyes while he held her hand between his.

“Y/N? Oh, my God. Y/N, you’re awake.”

“Sam… I’ve never been so happy to see you as I’m right now,” she said with a hoarse voice. She moved slowly and sat up a little, but a pain expression was drawn on her face and her eyes were immediately closed.

“Y/N, baby. Does it still hurt? Don’t move, I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you” he approached her even more, gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and looked into her eyes. “How are you feeling?"

“I feel like I was run over by a truck and then stepped on by an elephant.”

He laughed a little and kissed her forehead again.

“You’ll be okay, I promise. Everything’ll be fine.”

“I heard you, Sam.”

Sam was petrified.

“W-what? Did you hear everything I said before?” she nodded and smiled.

“It was strange. It was like having a dream. We were inside of the Impala and you were talking to me but I couldn’t answer to you. I wanted to but I was mute. Literally.”

“What would you… have answered?” he blushed.

The girl took Sam’s hand between hers and took her to her lips, she placed a kiss on his palm and smiled again, ignoring the intense pain in her stomach.

“It’s not true, Sam. There are some things you said that are not true. You’re not a mess, Sammy. You’re not useless. You know what? You’re my idol, Sam. I adore you, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. When I met you, my world simply broke. I didn’t know why I felt those butterflies on my stomach every time you touched my hair or smiled at me. I didn’t get what was happening to me, Sam. But when I did, I felt pretty happy. I felt happy about falling in love with such a great man like you because you’re my first love, honey. Falling for you was something marvelous, and I didn’t care that you didn’t know. Because, until I had strength enough to tell you, your friendship was such a treasure for me, and it still is. Having you by my side it’s so much worth it than anything you can imagine. And what I told you the other day when I woke up is totally true. I’d do anything for you, Sammy. Anything. I’d die for you, Sam. Just imagine how much I love you” Y/N sat up a bit more and caressed his cheek. “You’re my life, Sam. As a best friend, as something more, I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I’m deeply in love with you and I want to spend the rest of my days next to you. And I know you probably won’t believe this words, but it’s the truth. And I’ll tell you every day if that’s how I get you to believe it. I love you, Sam. I love you so much.”

Sam was uncontrollably crying, she felt the same. Y/N loved him, she had just said it. The boy stood up, rounded the bed and lied down next to her. He carefully laid an arm under his neck and kissed her head.

“You don’t know how happy I am right now. I’ve always felt happy with you, Y/N, but now… Now I’m the happiest man in the world.”

She turned to him and kissed his cheek.

“You’re my world, Sam. Thank you.”

“Thank me for what?"

“For being you, for loving me, for protecting me, for driving me crazy, Sam. Thank you for every and each of the things you do for me.”

“I didn’t protect you, Y/N.”

“Yes, you did. I haven’t felt alone at any moment since that demon attacked me, Sam. Because you were next to me. And I felt that somehow. I felt you. And that was what made me want to come back to you. You did protect me, Sam. You always do.”

Then, someone knocked on the door.

“Can I come in?” a voice was heard from the other side of the door.

“Dean?” Y/N asked.

“Y/N? Did she wake up?” Dean opened the door and almost tripped over a floor tile because of the surprise. He left something he held on his hand on the bedside table and walked to the girl. “Oh my God, Y/N. You scared the hell out of us. The house is very quiet without you, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Dean. Thank you for killing that demon and healing me, you’re the best big brother in the world” the oldest Winchester smiled and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“I made you a hot chocolate” he pointed at the mug he had left on the table.

“Oh my God, Dean. I love you” she sat up a bit more and held the mug in her hands. When she took a sip, she quickly left her at the table again. “Shit, it burns.”

Sam and Dean burst out laughing.

“By the way, lovebirds. What happened between you two?” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“Well, we have discovered something about our relationship” she smiled.

“Come to think of it, I haven’t officially asked” Sam sat up and turned to her. He held her hand and kissed it. “Y/N, would you make me the happiest man alive and accept a date with me?” he asked then, with that irresistible puppy eyes.

“I can’t say no to those eyes, Sammy. Of course” she smiled.

“Damn it. This is so beautiful I even want to cry. What did you do to me, you miserable bastards?” asked Dean.

“I love you, Dean,” she said drying her falling tears.

“I love you too, little sister. You’ll make my brother very happy.”

“She already does, Dean. I could not be happier.”

"I’ll leave you two alone, kids” the oldest brother smiled and got out of the room, winking at her before closing the door.

Y/N felt now much better. The wound still hurt, but the mere thought of having a date with Sam drove her crazy. She turned to him again and kissed his cheek one more time.

“You know what? I’d love a kiss on my… you know…” Sam touched his lips several times and smiled a bit.

“Maybe we should wait for the date.”

“Oh, I don’t think so.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Okay, then I’ve got an idea.”

Y/N approached him even more. Her lips slid across his neck’s skin until they reached his jawline. She went a little more up until she touched the corner of his lips. Finally, their lips touched. It was a slow kiss, no movement. Sam’s lips were softer than Y/N had imagined. She put a hand on the back of his neck and tangled her fingers on his hair, pulling him towards him to keep on with the kiss. He caressed her cheek while he felt the heat inside of his body because of the passionate kiss his girl was giving him. That girl drove him crazy.

When they finished the kiss, they slowly opened their eyes and their eyes met.

“That was… It was…” Sam smiled and caressed her cheek again, wanting to kiss her one more time.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that, Sam.”

“I love you with all my being. We’re going to have the best date in history. I promise you, baby.”

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Layers of Fear ↔Crowley x Reader↔

Summary: Based on the Psychedelic horror game ‘Layers of Fear’. Rowena narrates the story of her son Fergus and his wife Y/N to the Winchester Brothers when he yet hadn’t sold his soul and eventually became the king of hell. She highlights the day of her death and what followed after Fergus had lost the love of his life and left behind their little son, Gavin, driving him to insanity, depression and a dellusional alcoholic addiction.

Warnings: Angst, Major Character death, Mentions of Alcohol Addiction and Depression, Blood

Taking a sip of her hot beverage, Rowena sat at one of the century old armchairs in the now Winchester household, the Men of Letters Bunker. Humming, the powerful redheaded witch admired the atmosphere in the library, reminiscing the old times, almost 500 hundred years earlier. It was only when the youngest of the brothers occupied the sit accross from her and cleared his throat, taking her back to reality.

“What are you thinking about?” Sam questioned Rowena as she smirked, not realizing Dean Winchester had also joined the duo in the room with an ice cold beer in hand, sitting right next to his little brother he loved dearly.

“Probably about how she can live a hundred or more years in addition. What now? Drink goat’s blood Martinis?” Dean joked, chuckling to himself. Rowena ignored his remark and rolled her eyes.

“Nothing. Just thinking about the old days.” She replied to Sam’s question with her beautiful accent that never failed to impress when she met new faces. He nodded, thinking a bit before moving to a second question.

“H-How was Crowley before he became a demon? And with whom did he have Gavin with?” Rowena almost spit the cinnamon biscuit she was chewing. She tensed up and with wide eyes she stared into Sam’s hazel orbs before relaxing.

“And why would you like to know, Sammy dearest?”

“Moments before the angels fell we held Crowley captive in a barn and he said some…Sensitive things. About how he deserved to be loved and that there was only one person in the world that completely understood and loved him and that she was taken away by our god. He also mentioned that he hated everything.” Sam hesitated but admitted, at least.

“Typical.” Dean groaned and downed the golden liquid in the glass bottle that rested at the wooden table.

“Then, why don’t you ask him?”

“He won’t open up”

“Hmmm…I’ll tell you” She smiled and wiggled in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. “Get comfy gentlemen, it’s gonna be a long talk.” She cleared her throat and begun analyzing her son’s story. “So, a while back…”

“Mother there is no way this looks good” The young woman spoke as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Apparently, her aunt’s birthday present was oversized for her body, making it impossible for it to stay in place and look classy or comfortable for the girl to wear.

“Aunt Gertrude must have thought you needed the bigger size”

“Aunt Gertrude can go and..”

“Easy there. What did I tell you? We do not swear for the sake of this family. Honey what will the people think if they hear you, a person of the high class talking like that?” Her mother asked.

Scoffing, Y/N ignored her mother’s lecture and brought up the problem she had with her dress. “Do you maybe know any tailor that can fix it?”

“Of course. There is a new shop downtown. Minka and Vallerie told me that he did a good work on their wedding dresses.” She listened carefully. “William will get you there with his carriage.“

“No, no. I would rather walk”

And so she did. With a smile she faced the world. She found many friends on her way to the tailor. If you could call them friends of course. Maybe they were just acquaintances. Or maybe she was the victim of their lies and their snarky remarks.

Finally she reached her destination. Her face fell when she came across the ‘close’ sign on the glass door. Though she could still make the figure of a man through the window. So she knocked.

“Hello” She spoke in a small voice. Even though her rich and aristocratic inheritance, the almost 25 year old woman could not help but feel shy most of the time. She was surely a kind girl. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering sir.”

“No, it is alright. Come in. My name is Fergus Macleod and you must be?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. Pleasure to meet you sir.” He was awestruck by her beauty and kindness. In his eyes, he had never seen such a beautiful person before him.

“From the Y/L/N family? What can I do for you M'Lady?”

“My aunt is a b- Sorry, I mean, she wanted to buy me a dress and got the wrong size so, is there anything you can do to help me? “ He nodded and gently smiled at the young woman .

“Sounds like a bitch” He winked and she chuckled. “I will make it perfect for the perfect girl”

Something about Fergus lit a spark inside her. He was something different than the oh so classy fake men she met. He was kind and funny to her. He made up for every friend she never had and soon, she found herself visiting his little shop more and more often.

“My son fell in love and it ruined him. It was worth it. She was the only good thing that has happened in his doomed life.” Said Rowena.

“No way! Crowley actually fell in love! What happened then, mommy and daddy wouldn’t let their little girl get married to the poor tailor? Aw poor Ferg-”

“Dean! Shut up!” Sam scowled his older brother. “Rowena, go on”

“Not quite. They were pretty fond of my son and maybe a year after they had met, they got married. I’ve never seen someone love so much as Crowley did Y/N and vice versa.” Dean and Sam were shocked to learn that centuries ago, Crowley, the man that almost killed and tortured thousand souls without any mercy was head over heels for someone. Dean was intrigued but Sam already knew it would end in a tragedy. They couldn’t imagine how much pain Y/N’s death costed to Crowley.

Y/N and Fergus had a big wedding and her parents gave the couple as a present a huge mansion over the hills they could use as a home. Fergus at first insisted that they didn’t need to spend that much money and that he would be okay, even with a small cabin as soon as he was with the love of his life but Mr and Mrs Y/L/N wouldn’t have any of that.

So they moved in and had a fresh start. Their love for each other only grew with them and it gave them a son they both adored so much. Little Gavin Macleod.

Nothing lasts forever.

“Daddy where is Mommy?” A three year old Gavin asked Fergus as he sat in his lap in the couch of the one of the many luxurious living rooms in the mansion.

“Mommy is out getting you treats for being such a good boy” The little boy cheered and Fergus’ heart swelled. He had everything he needed. A family. “It is late, little man. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I wanna wait for mommy. She is gonna be home soon, right daddy?”

“Course she will. She’s been really stressed lately so why don’t you go ahead and sleep on your time? She’s gonna be so proud of her responsible little man” The little boy nodded and kissed his father’s cheek before hurrying to find his bedroom excitingly.

No more than an hour later, Y/N joined him in the living room carrying heavy bags. He rushed to her and helped her, kissing her cheek in the process.

“Gavin is a big boy, my love. He went to sleep early tonight with his own accord” He told her, chuckling to himself and winking to his wife. It was then when he started to notice that something had changed. The poor woman looked like she had seen a ghost. He ran to catch her as he realized she was about to fall. “Hey, hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you,okay? I’m gonna get you to our room.” He whispered to her ear before picking her up bridal style and carrying her up the never ending stairway.

“I don’t feel good, baby, not at all. It hurts so much.” She tried to say as her breathing unevened and cold sweat covered her sweet face.

“You’re gonna be okay, my darling, you are gonna be fine. Where does it hurt?” She closed her eyes and tried to focus on eliminating the pain, even though she had no success.

“E-everywhere, baby. It’s s-so cold and I’m in so much pain i-I just want it to stop please m-make it stop” A tear escaped his eye as he watched the woman he loved with all his heart hurt. He couldn’t do anything.

“I-I’m sorry Y/N, I can’t. I promise it’ll go away. I promise”

“I love you so much” she said. “You and Gavin. So so so much” She sobbed. He never got to say it back. The last thing he heard her say was his name. It was the most painful sound he ever heard. It came out as a choked sob. Nothing in the world compared to the pain he felt the very moment he felt her last breath against his lips.

“Fergus changed his name to Crowley. He despised that her last words came out so painful.“ Rowena sighed and the boys stared at her in shock. They could have never guessed the true, tragic story of the deadly King of Hell they met years ago.

“Wow…” There was a pause in the room. Sam and Dean were taken aback by the shocking story they were just learning about. They felt a sudden pity for Crowley. Of course, that wasn’t a reason to kill millions of people and corrupt thousand homes throughout the years that he held his title.“Did he sell his soul to bring her back?”

Rowena shook her head in order to show her negativity. “My son is crazy. He knew that it would just offer him 10 years of life and those weren’t enough to spend with her and maybe after his death, he dreaded the thought that Y/N would be able to find someone better than him and forget him. He needed her all by himself. He was hers and she was his.. He is hers and she is his.“

After his beautiful Y/N’s death Fergus fell victim to the world of alcoholism and depression. He never got out of their shared room for months. The only reason for him to exit his room or the house was in order to buy more liquor. He completely forgot about his son who was asking for his mama all the time. He did not take care of him after what happened. He had been a father to him, now he was nothing. So Gavin learned to take care of himself. He learned to make simple meals alone, wash his clothes by hand and clean his room. Y/N wouldn’t be proud though. That was not a way for a child to grow up. Sure thing, she would be happy that her son is a responsible little man. Nevertheless she would absolutely hate the distance between her beloved son and husband.

Sometimes the Macleod household would receive letters by many friends and relatives sending their sympathy. He didn’t need their sympathy. He needed her, and pieces of paper with meaningless words wouldn’t bring her back.

The house was even worse. It was a mess. Scattered empty bottles of whiskey and wine were everywhere littering the what it used to be a welcoming house, broken furniture were everywhere and some paintings had fallen from the wall to the floor.

Crowley had melancholic illusions cause by his alcohol addiction and they mostly involved Y/N. Sometimes he would see her being there next to him, humming an unknown anthem and other times he would see her dead body looking broken and fragile crying and spasming in the distance. It was a scary sight. It broke his heart.

“Does he still think about her? Why hasn’t he brought her back?” Rowena shrugged her shoulders. Only if she knew the answer… Deep in her cold heart she believed that he thought of Y/N every passing day.

“I do” A voice echoed through the walls of the bunker. “I do think about her every day of this damn life. I still have visions of her.” Crowley announced catching everyone off guard. “Mother, I see you haven’t revealed all of my personal life to Animal Kingdom. Wanna say more?” He said sarcastically.

“I’m sorry” Sam attempted to comfort the King but he only received a death glare.

“Sorry isn’t going to bring her back”

And then, he vanished.

A month later

“Moose. Not Moose. Meet my beautiful queen Y/N Y/L/N. I believe you’ve already heard of her” Crowley admitted proudly, wrapping an arm around the woman dressed in obviously expensive clothing as she smiled brightly. The Winchesters just shared a confused look.

Cause they saw noone but the King standing in front of them, all alone.

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Hey Brother

A/N: well it’s May 2nd which is Sammy’s birthday!!!... And I felt this terrible urge to do something about it and voila! This fic was born. It was a rushed up thing and it’s raw and unbeta-ed, so all crap is my fault. I was inspired by the coke advertisement – idk... I find it way too cute. 

and Happie Birthday lil Sammy!!! Warnings: none... its fluff, but there’s a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ mention of abuse and bullying, does that count? Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, John Winchester (mentioned) Word Count: 1k odd

Sam was at the nearby diner that evening, all alone for once. The latest hunt they’d wound up had taken them back to a place of their childhood, bringing back a million memories. Sam had felt very nostalgic, and had wanted to spend his birthday with his brother, reliving those good old days. He’d even tried to persuade Dean to join him, but that lazy arse refused to even stir from his afternoon slumber. It kinda hurt, but the younger one understood – it had been an exhausting hunt and his brother definitely needed the rest. So here he was, at the self service counter waiting for his meal. The teen behind the counter held up two glass bottles “Coke or Beer?” Sam couldn’t stop himself. “Coke,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips. He sat himself in the corner booth, his mind lost in time as he reminisced his childhood. Their childhood hadn’t been the greatest, but it didn’t lack good memories either. Life on the road was hard, but Dean seemed to always make the constant moving around seem fun.

The first sip of his drink reminded him of his first coke. Back then, the boys had nothing – the only roof over their head being the impala’s. There was no pocket money either; at least not for Sam. But his brother always had something – be it from dad’s wallet or some random strangers’. But whatever cash they had, wasn’t enough for luxury. So, the dark fizzy coke simply remained a dream drink. However, on the night of his seventh birthday, his brother had woken him from his slumber.  “Hey Sammy, wake up!” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake his father up. His bright green eyes twinkled in the dark as he held up a can of coke. “Happy birthday kiddo” And Sam finally got to taste his dream drink. It was the best thing he’d had – it’s cool, refreshing taste burning ecstasy down his throat while the sweetness lingered on his tongue. It was heavenly. It didn’t last long though, as Dean flicked the end of the can, toppling it and spilling half the can onto the boy’s lap. Chuckling, he went to sleep. Sam was pretty annoyed, but he didn’t act on it; it was the best birthday after all. Over the years he did get to drink his favourite drink another two or three times; but every time it ended with half the drink spilt on himself and Dean casually walking away, a huge grin on his face. Dean tormented him all the time, in one way or the other. But when the other kids came after his little brother, he always came to the rescue.

Sam simply smiled at the memories of Dean grabbing the bully who was twice his size and slamming him into the lockers; or how he shielded the younger one from his father’s drunken wrath. In all these years of hunting, Dean had always had his back, making sure that no creature got to him. And then the other days when the two of them simply loafed around together – the fireworks they burst on July 4th; even bigger and badasser ones that went off on his birthday; the time they went to watch a street car race and almost got arrested... he list went on forever.

Sam shook his head thinking of the good old days; Dean was one of a kind, and the best brother he could ask for. He finished the last of his coke and set off homewards. Over the years the coke had been replaced by beer and the ‘flicking bottles’ had stopped. He no more had to worry about spilling his drink anymore. But for some reason, he wished it hadn’t; he missed those days ad kinda wished his brother hadn’t ever stopped the torments.

Dean waited for the bunker’s door to close before springing into action. He had planned something special for his brother’s birthday. An hour of rock music, hands deep in flour and two or three burns later, he had the perfect pie ready. If there was one thing that screamed celebration, it was definitely pie. He brought the package that held his gift; it had taken him forever but he had finally managed to get the right thing. With everything ready, all he had to do was wait for the birthday boy.

Sam walked in to the welcoming aroma of freshly baked pie. He found Dean waiting at the library, a piece of pie in one hand, a brown package in the other. “Happy Birthday Sammy” he said, handing him the plate. It took just a few minutes for Sam to literally inhale the pie. “Dean... that was amazing! Thanks man!” he commented, his mouth still full. A familiar tug of excitement bubbled up in the pit of his stomach when his older brother handed him the package. It didn’t matter if the gift was tacky, or cheesy or outright silly; they always made Sam giddy with joy. He’d never mention that aloud though. He dipped his hand in, pulling out a... hairbrush? “Dude seriously?!” Dean simply shrugged, “you’ll thank me on bad hair days.” “Dean! It’s hot pink!” The older one laughed at that. “No one will judge you based on your colour preferences princess.” Giving him his best bitchface, Sam dumped the brush back in. The package was way too heavy for just a brush, so he dug his hand in deeper and pulled out a black velvet box. It contained a set of three leather bound books – the first editions of the lore book he had been hunting for since forever. The giddy feeling was back.” Dean... I... it must have been cost a lot.” He just shrugged. “Beer?” “Huh? Um... yea... sure.” Sam was currently too astound to speak. He turned the book over and over admiring it.

The boys were on the couch, a bottle of beer in their hands."Hey Dean?” Sam started. Dean simply raised his eyebrow in question, his mouth too full to speak at the moment. “Thanks man. This was perfect.” Chuckling, his brother got up, the bottle in his hand empty. “I need another. You want one Sammy? “ “Nah man, I’m cool” he replied, bringing the half filled bottle to his lips. Smiling, the older Winchester passed by him, flicking Sam’s bottle as he went, making it slosh the remainder beer all over his shirt, drenching him to the core. “Dean!!!” His brother only guffawed, bending to pull out two new ones from the fridge, one of which he offered to the birthday boy. Switching on the TV, he settled back into the couch and wished his brother one last time before turning his attention to the game. “Happy birthday Sammy.”

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[Dean x Reader] - Jealousy

Imagine Dean getting jealous when he sees you flirting with a guy in a bar while working on a case.

(Y/N) - Your Name eg. Tiffany

(Y/H/L) - Your Hair Length eg. Short/Long/Shoulder Length

(Y/H/C) - You Hair Colour eg. Brown

__________

You and Dean both decided to head to the nearby bar and have a drink or two. You knew you needed them to keep your mind off hunting, even if it was for just a split second.

Sam decided not to tag along but instead, stay in the motel and research more about the current case you three were currently working on. It a was a pain in the ass, while, at least in your opinion because it was supposed to be an easy hunt but a week has passed and you still haven't found much leads. All you knew was victims, more specifically, females, in their 20's, with (Y/H/L) and (Y/H/C) were reported missing. All were last seen at the bar that you and Dean were just about to head to but you've pretty much given all hope that there would be any more leads at the bar. You've been there a million times, interviewing various bartenders and customers over there but none of them seems to have any idea about it. They were either too busy, being high, that none of them seems to know what is happening around their surroundings or because they just simply couldn't care less. You were starting to doubt this case, thinking it could just simply be a psychopath behind all this and not any supernatural entity.

You were wearing...

and you were just about to head out to the bar with Dean and was about to step out of the room when Sam stopped the both you.  

"Wait!" Sam shouted.

You both turned your head in unison to see Sam's back still facing towards the both of you, his eyes not leaving the screen of his laptop. "What do you want now?" Dean said, a little annoyed.

Sam motioned his hand, telling us the both of you to come here and said, "I think I might have just found a lead." You couldn't help but groan, thinking that the idea of heading to bar was soon going to be destroyed. You and Dean, both reluctantly strolled towards Sam, each taking a hold of his chair with one hand and bending down, so you could meet the laptop's screen at eye level.

Sam had given you and Dean a brief understanding of what he had found. A vampire apparently. He was able to gather all the clues you all have found (which was not that much) and was able to conclude that it was a vampire, taking female victims and turning them into one of them, bringing them into their nest.

"But why specifically girls in their 20's with  (Y/H/L) and (Y/H/C)?" You asked, out of curiosity.

"For his own pleasure, I guess?" Sam said, not knowing the reason why too.

"That is just sick..." You thought to yourself.

"Well, what are waiting for? Let's go!" Dean said enthusiastically like a four-year-old boy while breaking your thoughts as he straightened his back.

"Where?" You and Sam both asked, confused while turning your head to look at Dean

"To the bar." Dean said as though as it was the most logic thing to do right now.

"But we don't even know how the vampire looks like, Dean." Sam said as a matter of fact.

"Who said anything about hunting?" Dean asked, tilting his head to the side. "All that stuff could wait till tomorrow, me and (Y/N) are gonna head to the bar and have some fun." Dean said, sending you a cheeky wink. You couldn't help but chuckle at his childishness but at the same time the feeling in your stomach as though as it was tying itself in knots when he said that. You knew what he said wasn't suppose to mean anything, how could it be? He would often flirt with you playfully like he always does, that is the Dean Winchester you knew but it still upsets you thinking that he could actually play it off after messing up with your feelings.

"But Dean, people lives are at stake right now. And this case has been going on for longer than we're supposed to." You said, knowing how much you actually wanted a break but saving people, keeping them safe was always your first priority.

Dean knew you were right but at the same time, he really needed a time off. He hasn't been sleeping for days and going to the bar could really make him feel the weight on his shoulder off, temporarily, at least.

Sam knew Dean clearly. He knew how much he did for the case and how many sleepless nights he managed to endure. Sam thought that Dean deserved a break. "It's ok (Y/N), you and Dean can go ahead, I'll just continue on the research, if I found anything, I'll just call." Sam said, waving the both of you off before turning his back to the both of you again.

"Hear that? Come'on, let's go." Dean said, walking ahead of you, you following behind.

- In the bar-

You were being ditched again. Yep. Again. It became a habit. What do you expect? Dean to sit beside, talking to you while drinking a beer? Nope. The moment you and Dean went into the bar, you both went to your separate ways. Dean, like always, would flirt with any hot chick that caught his eyes while you would be sitting alone, hoping to drink yourself to sleep which doesn't happen, even if you tried. How could you blame Dean? Even to you, those girls were really really pretty. It would be a huge margin if you were to compare yourself to anyone of them. Perfect hair, hips, body, legs and more that would catch any man's eyes. But it was killing you inside, seeing how Dean was with other girls. He would never pay any attention to you, not even a glance. Well, that is probably his way of relaxing and keeping his mind off work. by flirting. But you knew you weren't going to be like him nor that girl that is willing to get herself wasted with some random guy she met a few hours ago. But tonight, you didn't care. You didn't know what the hell is wrong with you. Jealous? Angry? Not good enough? Pissed?

Usually, when a guy or two would come up to you, wanting to buy you a drink, you would usually wave them off and if they were really persistent or you were just having a bad mood, you would usually send them a threat so they won't continue to disturb you. That usually does the trick. Having them all scared and horrified while backing away. Priceless. But tonight, you couldn't take the sight of Dean anymore. A guy came up to you as usual. You thought he was going to introduce himself to you even though you don't actually care and trying to make small talks with you. But you've got to admit, he was different and also surprisingly handsome. He was about 6 foot tall, with brown hair combed to the back, showing his broad forehead. And damn his cheekbones. The black leather jacket that suited him so well.

"Hey. You ok?" He said, taking a seat beside yours. He actually seemed concern. He had a British accent and deep voice. He wasn't like the other type of guys. He didn't start with something cheesy and cliché like, "What is a pretty girl like you doing around here."

"Yea." You said. Not looking up to him but instead, looking at your empty shot glass that you had been holding.

"Noisy here, ain't it?" He said with a light chuckle.

You just simply nodded, still not looking at him.

"Not much of a talker, I see... You don't seem like those that likes to be around this type of places, huh?" He said while turning his seat to the front, signally the bartender a drink.

"Needed a drink to get my mind off something." You said. You had no idea why you were still talking to him.

He nodded as though he understood how that felt.

"And you?" You asked, finally turning to look at him.

"The same." He replied, with a smile.

There was a moment of silence. A good one actually until you...

Teased him by leaning towards him, whispering in his ears. "Wanna get out of here?" You asked out of nowhere, apparently. That was not like you, but you felt the need to show Dean this. If he was even looking?

He looked a little taken aback, his eyes widened in surprise. "W-what? I don't think...y-you sure?"

"I didn't mean it that way." You said, trying to back hold your laughter, while you back away and took your seat. You needed to get out of here. The sight of Dean and the feeling of your heart being shattered was unbearable. You thought this could be your getaway place but it seems like you were wrong about it today. You just thought that this guy could probably be someone you could talk to, someone that was probably able to get your mind off Dean. Even it was really a vampire? Who cares?

"Oh..." He said, he himself trying to hold back his laughter and stupidity.

"Come on, let's go." You said, taking a hold of his hand and dragging him out the bar, taking him my surprise.

While you were talking to that stranger, Dean was just a few seats behind you, out of your prevail vision. He was looking at you, or another word to put it, spying? He stopped flirting with the bartender after seeing a guy walked up to you. He stopped the conversation with that beautiful bartender and sat down, somewhere near you. He thought your motive for coming to the bar was because you needed some alone time. Yes, he would often flirt and all but all but for some odd reason, that doesn't interest him anymore, well not as much. He simply played an act for you so that you could be alone and take the time you needed alone but he couldn't help but steal glances at you to make sure you were ok. He knew what type of women you are. A strong, independent women. Guys would try to flirt their way through you but you wouldn't allow them to touch a hair. But today, it's different. You were talking to a guy. You seem to be a little preserve at first, answering the guy with short and simple answers as though you were not into the conversation but you started to look at him, smile, talk to him. Dean was confused. That's not you. He thought you would just wave the guy off. He couldn't help but hear the conversation and look at your every movement. He was furious. He doesn't know why but he was mad. He wanted to punch that guy right in the face. Was he...jealous? And when you took hold of the guy's hand and walked out of the bar. He snapped. Out of his instincts, he followed close behind you.

-----

You found a bench and started to let go of his hand, taking a sit on one of the sides of the bench. Him taking the one beside you.

"What was that for?" He asked, with a light chuckle.

You simply shrugged. You not knowing why either. You just needed someone to talk to. Someone to distract you.

"Well, I'm here to listen, so just spill it, if you want to." He said, giving you his 100% attention.

You shook your head. "Can't we just about other stuff?" You asked, finally turning to look at him.

What you didn't knew was close you both were. The moment you turned your head, you face were just inches apart from his. You couldn't help but look at his eyes. That blueish, greenish eyes that just mesmerizes you. You were about to pull away but his lips slightly brush yours. Dean had already came rushing in before the both of you could continue whatever you both were doing and pulled the guy off you.

"Dean!" You said, shocked. As Dean pulled the guy off the bench and throws a punch at him. "Stop it!" You yelled, running towards the guy that had fallen on the ground, kneeling down beside him, helping him up to see the corner of lips bruised and cut, his hands that were scraped on the floor, bloody. "I'm ok..."He said, trying to keep up a smile while wiping off the blood on his lips. You told him to walk away before things got worse. He nodded understandingly and walked off, reassuring you that everything was ok.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Winchester?!" You shouted, turning your head to look at Dean. He just stood there, his face was filled with anger, his chest heaved rapidly with heavy panting. "He was taking advantage of you!" Dean yelled back. You stomped towards Dean. "And why the hell would you care?" You said, the last word with venom. "So, having you with flirting and having a one night stand with some random chick is fine but I can't? What kind of logic is that?" You asked. "I don't see you caring about me when I was alone at the bar or upset. I guess you were just too busy flirting, huh? So, having me making out with at least a decent guy that actually cared about me and not play around is wrong? Then what makes you think what you're doing is right? Do you know how much it hurts to see you over there with some random girl?" You asked. You were angry, you spilled out all our anger and frustrations towards Dean. He just stood there bewildered after your confession that you just spilled out. You were right, you were all right. He had never thought about your feelings. He was stubborn. He thought that what he was doing were all for the best. Just when he was about to open up his mouth to talk to you, you stopped him. You were at the verge tearing up.

"Forget it, Dean." You said, turning your back and was about to walk away when you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist while planting his face on the crook of your neck. "I'm sorry..." He muffled out in your neck as he tightened the grip. "I just didn't want to lose you. I can't afford to do that. I love you. I love you so damn freaking much that I can't  afford to lose you...." Dean said. "Please don't go... Don't leave me..." He said as he turned you around and brought his hand up to grab your chin so you were looking at him. "I love you. I truly do. Don't you every doubt that." He said, bringing his lips up to yours.

A/N: Yay! :D A Imagine that isn't that short XD My first Gif Imagine >< I've been wanting to do this Imagine for so long, so here it is :)

The outfit idea was not fully mine, well, the tank top and jacket wasn't my idea. I just simply took it from the internet and edit some things of my own. So feel free to take it.

And for those who didn't notice, the random guy at the bar that I was trying described was actually Benedict Cumberbatch XD I COULDN'T HELP IT but add him inside :p HAHAHA so I hope you guys enjoy it.

https://www.wattpad.com/359875874-supernatural-imagines-dean-x-reader-jealousy

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Part Four: Trust is Earned, Not Given. (Fallen Idols S05E05)

Useful Links: Last Part | All Episodes Word Count: 4,273. A/N: Finally, we're done with this episode! I honestly didn't mean for updates to get so slow. But I have to be honest, out of all the episodes I've written for this show, I think this might be one of the weirdest/interesting parts yet. I hope you guys have enjoyed this episode. More soon!

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Scratching sounds, it was the first thing you recognized after coming back around, and you didn’t realize how annoying the noise could be with your pounding headache after someone decided it was a smart idea to kick you in the head. Your body was pressed one of the trees, which had impeccable detail, because you could feel the rough bark dig into your back in an uncomfortable manner, not to mention your hands were tied behind you. You slowly opened your eyes to see a sight that wasn’t what you would have expected to come of tonight. The pagan god you’d been hunting for the past several days, who had made at least a handful of costume changes, decided that the skin he was wearing was good as any. The scratching sounds you were hearing had been of Paris, she sat on a tree stub and began nonchalantly filing her nails with one of the blades she'd picked out from a set. She glanced over at you and the boys, her lips stretching into a smile at the sight of everyone finally coming back around.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re awake for this.” She greeted you all with a smirk, knowing well enough all of you were in her clutches. You were finding it rather hard to take this monster seriously, for the mannerisms of the iconic reality star were down to a science. She wasn't exactly threatening, even with the knife in her hand and others spread out for display, but she was sure as hell happy. And you knew the reason why, she was having a feast tonight after capturing her prey. “This is gonna be huge.”

"Super." Dean remarked with his infamous sarcasm, he looked away as he rolled his eyes. "Sure wouldn't want to miss this."

Without anyone noticing, you began to try your hardest on tugging at the rope, somehow hoping you could slip yourself out of this before anyone could become the first course. You had a feeling with how it was tied, you could easily make a break for it, sometimes being smaller than the boys had its perks. "I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do to the ritual right," Paris continued on talking, having no clue of what you were trying to do, for she was too caught up on her gluttonous urges. "Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change.”

“Just like the good old days, huh?” Sam asked, pretending to be focused solely on her.

“You have no idea. People adored me.” She said, stressing the word as she scraped her nails once again across the blade to make sure it was perfectly sharp to cut through flesh. “They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces.”

"Yeah," You pretended to agree with her as you kept your facial expression neutral when you tugged on the rope, hoping it would somehow become loose. But all you got in return was frustration, so you lashed out at the monster to put it to good use. "I guess these days, nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods-forest god, huh?"

"No, not since they cut down my forest to build a yugo plant." Paris said, admitting why she had been forced into hunting down her meals just to keep her hunger satisfied. Dean didn't seem to feel empathetic, he shrugged off her excuse, saying something about the march of progress. "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scoundering for scraps. So not sexy." There it was, the personality you would have expected from the real Paris Hilton, but it only lasted for a moment before she continued on. "But then, the best thing ever happened—someone tripped the apocalypse. And then I thought, what the hell—I'm tired of watching what I eat. I want to pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans walk straight in the door.”

“Yeah, but they’re not your fans.” Sam corrected the woman.

Paris shrugged her shoulders, not seeming to understand where the problem was. "So? They worship Lincoln, Paul, Hilton...I can see your idol is Gandhi. You people think who you look up to are great and inspiring, but they're all just human. They're nothing like me. I'll take what I can get."

"You know, I got to tell you, you are not the first god we've met," Dean said to her, "but you are the nuttiest."

"No. You. You people. You used to worship gods. And you, I know you idolize strong characters, but I can see deeper, and you're just like everyone else." Paris pointed her index finger at you, deciding to use you as an example from her knowledge. You furrowed your brow, not quite what she was accusing you of. "You idolize celebrities, too. Maybe not Paris here, but I know you've got a thing for that actor—Ryan Reynolds. You think looking up to people nobody's ever heard of makes you superior, but you're not. You're just like all the little sheep obsessed with people that have nothing more than fake tans and tiny dogs."

"Wait, wait, wait—Wait a minute, sister." Dean jumped into the conversation, making you turn your head to look at him when you heard him laughing. He let out a few chuckles, seeming to find this new found information nothing short of amusing. "You're telling me Y/N is obsessed with that douche, Ryan Reynolds? The one who's always in chick flicks? That dude was terrible in that new X-Men movie. Wasn’t he Deadpool?”

"What? He's a good actor...it was just the movie that portrayed Deadpool all wrong. He's not this dark and mysterious character. He's a sarcastic and loudmouth antihero who loves to break the fourth wall. He really deserves his own movie. I think Ryan Reynolds would be perfect for the role." You said, somehow finding yourself talking about a celebrity you had secretly harbored a crush on over the past year. Dean looked at you with a confused expression, probably wondering how you had known all that information, and why you liked the actor. "Josh was really big into comic books when we were teenagers. He would always talk about them and stuff when he tutored me in high school. And what can I say about Ryan Reynolds? He was pretty hot in 'The Proposal.' I guess I have a thing for handsome men with humorous personalities."

"See? That's my point." Paris said, seeming to think your excuse was proving only what she had started to despise of what humans had become. You used it as a way to distract her long enough to start loosening your bonds when you felt the rope beginning to loosen the slightest. "You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly."

"I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Form man, myself." Dean thought it would be funny to give a wink at her, as if he didn't prove enough that he liked to run his mouth in times of being backed into a corner.

"Maybe...But," Paris pushed herself to her feet, deciding to have a little fun for herself as she began to approach Dean, who she only viewed more as her first course as she began to look at him up and down. "There's still a lot of meat on those bones, boy."

"Well, I hate to break it to you sister, but, uh, you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF." Dean said, knowing there was a little loophole that was at least stalling for the three of you. "I've never seen 'House of Wax.'"

Paris fell silent, while she understood that the hunter was right as she began shaking her head, there was something else that he almost forgot about. "No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?" She curiously asked, the man remained silent. Paris chuckled to herself as she turned around to face the ax stuck in the tree, you watched as she began walking to it. "And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up!"

Before you could see a reincarnation of John Winchester, you felt the rope finally become free, setting you loose and giving you a chance at payback. Paris made the wrong choice of turning her back on you to touch the ax, she didn't see it coming when you dashed across the floor, and tackled her to the ground before she had a chance. You swung up your arm to take the opportunity to punch her, but she was faster, sending an unexpected blow, making you stumble to the ground. You wouldn't have thought in a million years you would be lying on the ground, having a cat fight with a pagan god that was impersonating Paris Hilton, but this job had its twists and turns. She might have been winning this fight, but you could see a blurry figure come out from the corner of your eye going straight for the ax, making Paris distracted just a second longer than you.

You took the opportunity when it arised, you swung a punch at her, making the woman fall to the ground. You managed to get out of the way when Sam jumped into the fight. With the ax in his hands, you watched as he took a swing directly at her neck, but it took five whacks all together to see her head roll off to the ground. You laid in the grass and let out a sigh of relief, happy to know this case was done once and for all. When you looked up to see Sam, holding the ax that was covered in blood, you noticed his face had a fine mist that made him look like Patrick Bateman from "American Psycho" at the angle you were looking at him.

You decided to have a bit of fun, so when you spoke, it was in a high-pitch, mocking an infamous line the true Paris would say. “That’s hot.”

+ + +

The next morning you were happily packing your bags again and grabbing the remaining amount of things you still had in the motel room. You gotten off the phone with the sheriff a little while ago, while you were overjoyed for another life saved, it stalled a bit on you packing. The boys had been ready an hour ago, but you were taking your sweet time. After everything they had been putting you through with this fighting, they could wait until you were done. You reached for your blouse that was discarded on the floor after coming back to the motel yesterday afternoon, as you bent down to grab it, you heard the motel door open after someone knocked twice. Dean announced his arrival when you heard a whistle come from him, you rolled your eyes and tossed the shirt into the duffel bag. "Now, there's a sight I never get tired of seeing." Dean was always cheeky with you, and you returned it with a disapproving shake of the head. He stepped inside your motel room with two cups of hot coffee, and from the smell coming from the brown paper crumpled in his right hand, breakfast for the go. You automatically reached out a hand to take the cup from his grip, but he quickly pulled away, you furrowed your brow in anger, it wasn't exactly smart for him to test you without caffeine. "Hey, hey, hey. Get your grubby hands away. We're not a case anymore. Which means..." "I don't know. What does it mean?" You asked him, pretending not to get what he was hinting around. Dean didn't seem to like your answer, you quickly made your move, snatching the warm cup out of his grip and the paper bag before he could react. Your lips stretched into a smile when he realized what you had done. Before he could become upset, you leaned forward and gave him a peck on the lips, knowing it was a rule for the both of you to keep relationship things on hold during hunts for safety. But now that you were free, things could go back to normal for a little while. "Thanks."

“You're welcome, sweetheart. It's the least I could do. I mean, these past few weeks have been pretty crazy, huh? I wanted a moment alone with you, just to see how things are." Dean said. You weren't exactly listening to what Dean was saying right now, but you nodded your head and mumbled a few words to make it seem like you were. Your main focus was packing up the remaining of your things as you sipped on your coffee. Dean watched as you put the cup down and reached for the blouse you had previously abandoned when he came in. But he knew from how your eyes jumped right on him you were fully back into the conversation after what he brought up. "Especially after dealing with future me. I sure was a dick, wasn't I?"

It seemed that you were caught off guard from the change of topic. Neither one of you had spoken about what you had seen after being thrown forward into time to see five years ahead, mostly it was something you were desperately trying to forget after seeing people become the versions of themselves that was your worst fear. But you had a feeling from the growing smirk that was settling on Dean’s mouth, he wasn't talking about the gritty details, it was something much more. You wanted to forget the memory that he was forcing back into your mind the most, and before you could try and change the subject, your guilt for the situation came bubbling to the surface.

“I’m sorry, okay? I'm sorry for kissing him...or you. I don't know. Whatever. It was a stupid mistake and it should have never happened. And despite how it you, only five years in the future, does that make the situation okay? Obviously, not—” Before you could finish your thoughts that were turning into a jumble of rambles, you were cut off at the feeling of someone pressing their lips against yours. You taste lingering elements of fresh mint and coffee, not the whiskey flavor and different things you had remembered from 2014 Dean, this one felt right, it always felt like home. “I’m guessing you're not mad at me?”

“Well, to be honest, I was at first, but then it got me thinking.” Dean said. You could see a smirk starting to crawl at the edge of his lips from what he was about to say next. “Do I still got it even five years into the future?”

“Hmm, I don't know. I think I need to refresh my memory just one more time.” You leaned forward to him as you reached up your arms, letting them wrap around his neck as he pulled you close, both of you shared another quick, yet passionate kiss to tear this hypothesis. Minute or so later, you pulled away, a little breathless, but your stomach felt the same way when you kissed him the first time. He always made it feel special. “You know, since I got my chance at a freebie, I guess it's only fair.”

Dean raised his brows from what you were trying to say, “You telling me, at any given chance, I can kiss another other girl I want? Well, I did see a pretty cute girl at the front desk…” He was being a bit of a bastard, making you laugh slightly, but you could see that he was only joking when you pulled on his leather jacket, making him close as you could possibly be. “Please, Y/N. I would never.  Nobody compares to you, sweetheart.”

You felt his hands wrap around your waist as he bent down to your level, about to give you another kiss as you let you a quiet giggle for how the both of you were acting. But the moment was soon interrupted when you heard someone softly knocking on the parted open motel door. You pull away from Dean to see that it was Sam, he quietly stood outside with his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Hey, I just got off the phone with the sheriff. He told me Danielle was gonna be okay.” Sam said, giving the both of you some good news. You gave him a smile of appreciation as you stepped away from Dean. As you reach for your bag, Dean found himself falling silent, he avoided any eye contact with his brother, you didn't seem to notice the behavior until the younger Winchester spoke up, this time, in a much awkward tone. “Um, I’m just gonna wait in the Impala, okay?”

You looked up to see Sam walking away, leaving you and his brother alone once more, but there wasn't something right from the look on Dean’s face. You placed your hands on the duffel bag you were once trying to zip and let out a quiet sigh, knowing things were still awkward between the boys, and it was only going to show now there wasn't anything to distract them with. “You two are gonna have to get over this little tiff one day.” You said to the older Winchester. Dean rolled his eyes from what you mentioned, he knew it was true, but the both of them would only keep this going until it was too late. “Dean, if you keep thinking about the past, it's not going to change the future. We’re all going to turn into...that.”

The mention of it made Dean flinch at the memory, it wasn't just seeing his future self pulling the colt on you that made him upset, it was more that he thought you didn't see. To this day, he wondered what made his brother say yes to the Devil. “‘The moment there is suspicion about a person’s motives, everything he does becomes tainted.’” You brought him back into reality when you spoke again. Dean furrowed his brow from what you said, you let out a soft chuckle and walked over to him with your bag strap over your shoulder. “It's a quote from Gandhi. The more you keep Sam on a leash, the closer we’re all damned to repeat history. You gotta let it go, Dean. I mean, there was a time I didn't trust you.”

Dean thought about what you mentioned, his facial expression softened when he remembered what he did to you last year. Between lying to you about what he did in Hell for months and listening to a demon himself, perhaps he wasn't better than his brother. “Look, I understand you can't trust Sam all the way just yet. But you gotta try, Dean.” You said to him. You reached out your arm and intertwined your fingers with his. “You’ll get there eventually.”

The both of you exchanged a look before deciding it was time to head out. You shut the motel room door and began heading down the path where the Impala was parked, and a patient Sam leaning against the passenger side door until his brother would open up the trunk. You gave the younger man a smile as you adjusted the strap on your shoulder, you complained to Dean that he needed to hurry up. He mocked you in a playful tone as he grabbed the keys from his jacket and opened up the trunk, allowing you first to toss in your duffel bag first, for some reason it felt like it weighed a ton. Dean was silent as he watched his brother do the same thing, you nudged him in the side with your elbow to give him the courage.

“Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you.” Dean stared off the conversation. He was a bit awkward at first, he shoved his hands inside his pocket as Sam looked up at him, wondering what this was about. The older Winchester found himself glancing over at you for a second. “Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal.”

“You didn't know.” Sam said, thinking he was fully only at fault for everything that was happening.

“Yeah, well, neither did you.” Dean said. Sam looked down at the ground, obviously not comforted by the thought about how all of you played a heavy part in this mess. “I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith.”

“And start the apocalypse.” Sam added.

“Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?” Dean asked. The man found himself at a pause, almost as if he was trying his hardest to get the words out of his mouth. But he knew you were right, him and his brother needed to be on the same page for this to work. “Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you. So, for that I’m sorry.”

Sam looked at the man directly in the eye from what he heard, “Thanks.”

Dean nodded his head, deciding this picture perfect moment wasn't going to last forever, he said his grief, now it was time to get back on the road. He reached up and slammed the trunk shut, while he kept himself occupied by looking for the keys to the Impala, there was a question lingering in his mind. "Where do we go from here?"

"I don't know about you guys, but the way I see it, we've got one shot at surviving this." You said. Dean looked over at you, wondering what you were going to say. "Maybe the Devil wants to wear Sammy like a cheap suit. Maybe the same with you and Michael. Maybe there's no changing that."

"Well," Dean let out a bitter chuckle from what you were saying, "That's encouraging, Y/N."

"But we can stop wringing our hands over it. We got to just grab on to whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting." You said. If all of you thought the fight was trouble before, you were just getting started. The boys seemed to have agreed with your plan, but you weren’t done speaking. “Look, if we really want to survive this, you gotta have each other’s backs. Both of you are gonna have to be on the same level. Because if you think the fight for you is hard, I have a feeling it’s gonna be twice as hard for me, if you know what I mean.”

The boys nodded their head, knowing well enough what you were speaking about, without addressing further details everyone knew, but pretended as if it wasn't real. You placed your hands on your hips and let out a sigh of relief. "What do you say we get the hell out of here?" Dean asked the both of you. You were more than happy to agree with that plan. Sam headed for the passenger's side as you began walking to the backseat, like always. Dean turned around to head for the driver's side, but he stopped in his tracks, he decided to change things up a bit.

Dean turned around to face his little brother with an outstretched hand, you noticed the keys were dangling from his index finger. "You wanna drive, Sammy?"

Sam was a bit hesitant at first about taking the offer. It was the first time his brother asked him to drive since the apocalypse started. "You sure?"

Dean glanced over at you for a moment, you stood there with your arms crossed over your chest, and the smallest smile starting to spread across your lips at what he was doing. The Impala was like Dean's baby, his prized possession, and seeing him being brave enough to let his little brother drive, you had a feeling this was the step in the right direction. "Yeah. I could, uh—I could use a nap." Dean said as he looked back over at his brother. "That is, if Y/N will let me crash in the back."

You didn't have a problem with that at all. You looked over at Sam, the both of you gave each other a quick smile, all before you were running around the car, going in the opposite of where you were comfortable with. Sam got himself in the driver's side as you slipped yourself into the passenger seat, Dean didn't seem to complain when he got the entire backseat to himself. The engine turned over just a short moment later, and before Sam could put his foot on the gas, Dean already was complaining about not wanting to too much chatter from you and his brother. You looked at Sam from the corner of your eye, and for some reason, the both of you shared an expression of gleefulness, like you were sharing some secret. Maybe, for the first time since being back together, you had your best friend again, there was no awkward tension between the both of you. And for the first time, you couldn't wait to share a moment of normalcy with the younger Winchester.