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Smoke Eater - Part 11

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real.

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

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Word Count: 5,400 Tags/Warnings: Major angst warning. But also major hurt/comfort.

Part 11: “Heart of the Home”

You sat very still.

Your hands were gripped together in your lap when the doctor entered. He was tall and lean and blonde, and he would’ve reminded you of your boss, except this man had a kinder face.

You were sitting on the edge of your grandfather’s bed, hoping the doctor would say the bloodwork and scans came back fine. That they wouldn’t need to admit George into the hospital for further testing. That he could go home in the morning.

But your life had never been quite that easy.

“Okay, George. I’m sorry, but we need to admit you,” said the doctor.

He explained that while the malignant tumor of his cancer had been removed last year, the scans that had been done last month hadn’t been able to detect the bright spots now formed on George’s lungs and lymph nodes.

The oncologist would have to confirm, but you all knew where this was headed. Likely those “bright spots” were tumors.

George nodded slowly at first, taking it all in. He asked what his options were, as far as treatment.

“Your oncologist will go over those options with you,” the doctor replied. “We’re going to move you up to Oncology shortly.”

George thanked him.

And you sat very still.

A hand fell on your arm, finally earning your gaze. George’s face was oddly calm, though the worry in his eyes was for you. You realized that he’d gently called your name, though you hadn’t heard him. Your ears were ringing.

His mouth parted to tell you something, but nothing came out. So instead, he tugged you into his arms, and he heaved a long sigh.

“I guess we’re here again,” he admitted. He let out a chuckle. “The Lord does like his tests…but maybe that car accident was a blessing in disguise, huh?”

You heard his voice, but your mind was buzzing—mainly with the doctor’s words, and with a bone-deep feeling that threatened to consume you.

Your car, your fault. Options, again. Here again.

Your fault.

When you didn’t answer, George pulled away a bit to give you a questioning look.

“Sweetheart?” he tried. You laid a hand on his arm.

“You still haven’t eaten dinner, have you?” you asked. Neither had you, for that matter. “I’ll get us something that isn’t rubbery turkey.”

George blinked at you, confused, with a growing edge of worry.

“Isn’t Dean getting your meds? Why don’t you wait for him to—”

“I’m fine,” you said, already getting up to grab your purse. “I’ll be back.”

George called your name again, but the ringing in your ears was now pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

You made your way down the hall to the lobby at a brusque clip, even with your neck brace on. You didn’t see Dean, but he certainly saw you as he was walking back into the hospital. Frowning, he followed and called out to you.

You slowed when you saw him, and he soon caught up with you. He rested a hand on your back.

“Hey, where you goin’?" he asked.

“We haven’t eaten in a while. I’m going to the cafeteria,” you said. Though you seemed distracted, your eyes meeting his only briefly. It triggered a small spidey sense running up Dean’s spine.

He gave you your prescription pain medication, which you took with a small “thank you.”

“Everything okay?” he asked. “How’s George doing?”

“Fine. He’s resting,” you said. And by the look of you, that seemed to be true. But he spotted the tremble in your hands when you took the pill bottle package from him. It made him stop you when you tried to keep walking down to the cafeteria.

“Okay, you wanna run that by me again?” Dean asked.

You frowned, and your brows knit together. “What?”

“Is there something going on?” he pressed.

You sighed, but you didn’t answer him. You looked exhausted, and like you’d rather swallow your own tongue than speak. You shook your head and laid a hand on his wrist.

“I’m fine. Dean, thank you for everything you did tonight, but you still have to work tomorrow. Go home, get some rest,” you said.

You turned from him again. That was your first mistake. He reached out and grasped your hand to stop you.

“Hey, wait a minute,” he said.

“What?” you said in irritation. Your second mistake was not being able to look at him.

Dean was frowning in earnest now. Worry clawed in his gut, which was also telling him not to let you walk away from him. His grip shifted to hold both of your arms and move directly in front of you. He dipped his chin, trying to get you to meet his eyes.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said gently. “I need you to talk to me.”

You inhaled a shuddering breath. A wave was rising inside you, threatening to pull you into its undertow. Your eyes burned, red and shining. Dean finally saw it when you raised your head, what little you could. Your mouth began to quiver, looking into his eyes. And it was done.

You could no longer be still.

Dean held you when you fell apart in the hallway.

Dean called out of work the next day to stay with you and George. Gordon would be acting Lieutenant until his next shift, and Dean was sure the man would take full enjoyment out of it.

He couldn’t care about that right now though. He felt that his place was here, being your quiet wall of support while you and George and the oncologist talked about treatment options.

“Normally, at the stage we’re in, I would be recommending chemotherapy,” said Dr. Benton.

“Normally?” you echoed.

“At the rate this is progressing, the treatment would have to be aggressive,” he said. His gaze focused on George. “However, at your age, and the current state of your overall health…at this point, I don’t think the rigors of treatment would be worth diminishing your quality of life.”

“What are you saying?” you asked. Your voice cut like a whip, earning the other men’s gazes.

George was the first one to lay a hand on your arm. “You know what it means, honey…he’s saying it ain’t worth it.”

“Of course, it’s worth it,” you retorted. With your brows furrowed and lips pursed, your eyes went from him to the doctor. “Just because he’s older, we shouldn’t even try? Is that what you’re saying, doctor?”

At that, even Dean drew closer to lay a hand on your back. Meanwhile, George squeezed your arm.

Benton shook his head gravely. “That’s certainly not what I’m saying.”

“How much time would I get, if I started treatment,” George asked, before you could volley further with the doctor.

Benton met the other man’s gaze.

“I’m going to be honest with you, George. You may get a few more weeks, or even a few months. But that is a best-case scenario.”

Dean drove you all home that day, after George decided to formally waive treatment. Both men knew you were angry in your silence, but neither one wanted to press you. Dean was too wary, and George was too tired.

Once he was settled in bed, you hadn’t even left his room yet before you grabbed a notepad off his desk and wandered into the hall. You started to make a list of things you still needed from the grocery store, among other things. Dean took that piece of paper out of your hands.

“Good. I’ll handle this,” he said. “Meanwhile, you can get upstairs, take a shower, take your meds, and get some sleep.”

You frowned at him. “You haven’t slept either, Dean.”

“I’m used to it,” he said, giving you a wink and a slight smile. Overnight shifts could be a bitch at a firehouse, but Dean was no stranger to having his sleep interrupted.

“Listen to him, honey. He’s speaking sense,” George called from inside his room. The bedroom door was still open. He was settling into his bed while trying to stifle a cough. He sipped at a cup of water you’d brought for him.

Still, you looked reluctant. Dean held your arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on,” he said. “You were in an accident yesterday. You’ve had one hell of a night. You need your rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone.”

And if you pushed yourself much more, he worried that he’d have to take you right back to the hospital. Dean would rather not have that scare so close to the last one.

He brushed your cheek with gentle fingers. With the limited mobility your neck brace provided, you did your best to look up at him. Your eyes were softer.

“Okay,” you breathed.

“Okay? All right, good,” Dean said. You held onto his jacket for a moment, leaning against him.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You felt the burn of tears behind your closed eyelids. A few of them squeezed past and slipped down your cheeks. Dean held your face, brushing the tears away with his thumbs.

“Hey, I’m here, all right? Just let me help you,” he said. “You can lean on me when you need to.”

“I haven’t had that in a long time,” you admitted. “Part of me doesn’t know how to lean.”

“I get that,” Dean said. But you both knew that there was a long and difficult road ahead. He knew he didn’t have to remind you of it. “Whatever you need, you just tell me, okay? If nothing else, I’ve got a strong pair of shoulders.”

Somehow, you smiled. You pressed your forehead against his chest and inhaled deeply, to steady yourself.

“That you do, Lieutenant.”

You left for your room soon after, but not before you brought him down to you for one more tearful kiss.

Dean then watched you climb up the stairs to your room and nearly went up to help you, but he heard George call his name. Dean ventured back into George’s room and heeded his beckoning hand.

“You hungry? I can scramble some eggs or something before I hit the store. I think I saw two more left in the carton,” Dean said. George shook his head.

“Come ‘ere a sec.”

Dean took the hint and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I just wanna thank you for everything you did yesterday. Everything you’re still doing for us,” George said. He looked exhausted, but whatever he wanted to say was important enough to fight off sleep. He clasped a hand on Dean’s arm.

“You don’t have to,” Dean replied.

George huffed. A smile made his eyes gleam brighter.

“I knew you were a special one, Dean Winchester. Knew it the night I met ya, on your very first date with her.”

Dean blinked, but his pause drifted into a reserved smile.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be honest. When I heard that black Chevy rumble like hell’s wheels onto the driveway, I thought I might have to worry about you,” George chuckled.

Dean’s lips quirked.

“But no, it wasn’t that. It wasn’t the pretty flowers, or our mutual love of killer sharks,” George quipped, making Dean’s smile more genuine. “It isn’t your job either, or the fact that you saved her. I just believe that you can see a man’s mettle in his eyes…and I saw it in you when I shook your hand that night.”

Dean took that in for a moment. His hand flexed over his knee. Then he met George’s gaze, though he didn’t know what to say. Sometimes though, honestly was the best bet.

“I’m sorry for what you’re going through,” he said at last. “I can’t imagine…”

George let out a breath through his nose. “I’ll tell you a secret.”

He pointed to a picture frame on his bedside. It was of him and his wife, Sophie, when they were around your age and Dean’s. The couple were sitting on a pier that hung over the edge of the lake in their hometown.

She held him from behind, with her arms wrapped around his neck. Her long hair was being carried by the wind, getting swept into George’s eyes. He was smiling too hard to care.

“I’m ready to smile like that again,” he said. He had tears in his eyes, but he was already lighter at the thought. “I know it’s selfish…but I think I’ve missed her long enough.”

Dean paused. Then he cleared his throat past a small well of something he couldn’t name. He wondered if his dad ever had thoughts like that.

“Well, I’ll let you get your rest,” he said. “I’ll be back.”

George nodded and gave Dean’s arm a squeeze. “All right. Drive safe. Don’t hit any goddamn trees.”

He shot Dean a knowing wink, and it almost had the younger man laughing. George’s sense of humor was something else.

Dean then left George to rest. He made sure he had his wallet, keys, and your grocery list before he left your house and went back to the car. He checked his phone and saw a missed call…from Cas.

Dean was reminded again about Azazel, the kingpin who might’ve ordered a hit on his family. Along with the recent murders and arsons, and the connection from one of the victims to your company, Savage & Co.

Dean returned the call as he climbed into the Impala.

“Dean. Everything all right?” Cas asked. “Sam filled me in about the accident.”

“Yeah, everyone’s okay…well, not really. I’ll explain later,” Dean replied. “Listen, about what we talked about at the bar.”

“Yes.” Cas said gravely. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go to your father about this yet.”

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing.” Dean sighed. “My girl just got some real bad news. I know you gotta keep digging into Savage & Co., but can you keep her out of it?”

“Is she all right?”

“Yeah, more or less…it’s her grandfather.”

“Ah, I see,” Cas said. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks, man. I’d rather her just focus on what she needs to do right now, you know?”

“I get it. And believe me, we’re keeping the investigation of Nick Savage quiet for now,” Cas said. “But if we find something, or worse, if I can’t…I’ll likely need to question her. She works directly with Savage, and from what I can tell, she’s instrumental in bringing in and maintaining several of his major accounts.”

Dean stopped at a red light and took a moment to rub a hand over his tired face, rubbing his eyes. “You don’t really think she’s got any idea of what that asshole’s into.”

“I’m not saying she does. But in working so closely with him, perhaps she’s noticed things about her boss, and the company. Things she’s kept to herself, out of self-preservation.”

Dean frowned. He didn’t want to think about shit like that. It made his stomach churn at the thought of you working for someone who might be doing business with a crime lord, let alone Azazel.

“Well, when that day comes, give me a heads up, okay?”

“Will do.”

“Thanks, Cas.”

Dean offered to take another day off to help you, but you wouldn’t let him. He needed to go back to work, and you were able to arrange working from home for the next few weeks.

Even Nick couldn’t refuse to accommodate you in a situation like this. He knew very well that if he pushed you too hard, you’d go directly to HR.

So he backed off, and told you to take as much time at home as you needed. It allowed you to put him, and that afternoon in his office, away from your mind to focus on taking care of your grandfather.

Though you called your best friend the day you got home from the hospital, Andréa didn’t come by your house to see you and George until the end of the week. She cited mounting projects at work and some kind of tiff with her cousin Meg, but it all sounded like excuses to you.

However, she was gracious enough to bring dinner for the three of you on a Friday night. She cut up with George like normal, and even got him laughing, until a coughing fit forced him to stop. It also took most of the joy out of the rest of the evening.

While George went up to his room to rest, Andréa later joined you in the kitchen. You were washing the dishes, trying to focus on what you were doing. But your mind was buzzing continuously with future tasks and worries. Always, tasks and worries.

“How are you holding up?” Andréa asked. She rubbed your back, and you gave her a slight smile.

“All I can do is make him comfortable, for as long as possible,” you replied. There were tears in your friend’s eyes, but she dabbed them away with the back of her hand.

“What do you need? Anything, you just tell me,” she said.

It was a little easier for you to contemplate leaning on Andréa. You had been friends with her for years, and she was like another daughter to George.

On the other hand, asking Dean for help always made you hesitate. What you two had was still so new. You worried that this was too much for your relationship, too fast.

“Well,” you sighed as you wiped your hands dry on a kitchen towel. You didn’t exactly want to talk about it, but there were things you had to start planning, even if you didn’t know the exact timeframe.

However, as soon as you opened your mouth to reply, Andréa’s cell phone rang. She held up a finger to you and checked it. To your surprise, she actually answered it.

“Hey, babe,” she replied with a smile. You heard Benny’s deep voice on the line, asking a question. “Yeah, I’m still here. I’m probably leaving soon though.”

She continued her conversation for a few more minutes, but you didn’t hear anything after that. A tension headache was sharp behind your eyes, while anger (yes, anger) rolled hot under your skin. Your lips pursed. You busied yourself with straightening up the kitchen until she continued her call for another few minutes.

“Sorry about that,” she said, finally turning her attention back to you. “So what do you need?”

You put away the last dry dish and turned to her coolly.

“Nothing.”

Andréa frowned. She knew there was something off with you, but her furrowed brows betrayed her confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” you repeated. “Don’t you need to head out, anyway?”

“No, I was just…what’s up with you?” she asked.

“What’s up with me is my grandfather’s dying!” you snapped. You left her in the kitchen, precisely so that she’d follow you out. You grabbed her purse for her and went to the front door, where you stepped out.

Andréa was dismayed and confused as she followed you out onto the porch. She raised her brows at you when you shut the door and crossed your arms at her.

“I know you, and this isn’t just about that. What’s the problem?” she asked.

“You can’t seem to detach from your boyfriend for more than five minutes to just be my friend. That’s the problem,” you replied. “But why should I be surprised? Like always, you’re too wrapped up in yourself to consider anyone else.”

Her brows knitted together; she looked hurt by your words, but also defensive.

“How can you say that when you’ve been exactly the same way?” she accused. “Since you met Dean, I’d be lucky to see you once a week—”

“I call you every week,” you began, counting the list with your fingers. “You’re always busy, but you never give me a day that works for you. And when we do make plans, you usually cancel. Why? Because you’re going sailing with Benny. You’re going to a restaurant, hours away, just to try the new sushi bar beer garden, or whatever the hell. Or you’re going on an impromptu road trip, or you’re planning a summer trip to Greece. Give me fucking break, Dre.”

By now she was frowning angrily, her arms crossed. “You’re mad at me because I have a life?”

“No. I’m happy for you that you found someone. I really am,” you said. “But we clearly live in two different versions of reality. I just don’t have the time or the energy to entertain yours.”

You knew you were being too harsh. You felt incredible guilt as soon as it all left your mouth…but part of you also felt like a weight had been lifted off your chest. The problem was, you still felt heavy. Just in a different way.

Both of you were crying when Andréa left your house.

All too soon, a week became a month. In that time, Dean called you every day to check on you. He spent most of his evenings with you and George when he wasn’t on shift. And when he was, sometimes Meg would drop in.

She understood your argument with Andréa, and she respected you for taking a stand when you needed to. She even confided you that she’d had similar frustrations with her cousin lately.

But Meg wasn’t your only visitor. Ellen had come a few times to bring you lunch and dinner, even breakfast, though you hadn’t asked her to. You realized then how close Dean must be to his friends at the firehouse, along with the Harvelles; Ellen also refused to take any money from you for the food.

By the end of the month, George mainly spent his days sleeping. Pain medication made his days nearly painless, but not without struggle. You were doing your best to care for him while continuing to work full-time from home. You were also exhausted, though you refused to admit it.

Today was a better day, however, because George was awake. He was also more aware of his surroundings than usual.

He stopped you from adjusting his pillow so you would sit down on the edge of his bed. He took your hand in his, brushing a thumb over the back of it.

“I’m okay with this, you know,” he said. You pursed your lips, but he stopped you from whatever you were going to say. “I don’t want to leave you. You know that…but I’m so damn proud of you. Your Gram was, and still is…”

Your lower lip wobbled as you tried and failed to keep your tears at bay. They stung in your eyes and slipped past your defenses, down your face.

“The house is yours. But if that’s too hard for you, just sell it,” he said, heaving a deep breath. “It’s just the bones. You’re the heart. And you always have been.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but not a sound would come out. You held his hand with both of yours and stared down at them. Until his voice once again commanded your attention.

“I always thought…moving to the city ruined my daughter. That we should’ve stayed in Lebanon. That maybe I gave her too much freedom, and I failed her somehow along the way,” George said. His eyes were heavy with old heartache. And yet, they soon began to lighten.

“But the day we lost a daughter, we gained one too,” he said. Then, he chuckled a little. “And I know I never failed with you, sweetheart.”

That proved to be too much for you. He pulled you into his arms like you were still a child, and he held you for a long time while you cried yourself out.

Though he eventually spotted Dean hesitating in the doorway. He’d probably let himself in with the spare key you’d given him.

George raised a hand from your back and silently beckoned Dean inside his room. He was getting tired, drifting off thanks to the morphine.

“Hey, lookie there. The boyfriend’s here,” George whispered with a bit of cheek. You sucked in a breath and raised your head, wiping at your eyes before you turned around. Dean met you with an attempt at a smile and a gentle hand on your back.

“Just got out of work?” you asked. He’d been on a 24-hour shift, and you’d missed him. You stood and stepped into his welcoming embrace. He dropped a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah. I’ve got the next couple of days off,” Dean said. He greeted George next and asked him if he needed anything.

“Just some water,” the older man replied.

“I’ll get it,” you said with a sniff. “Need to start dinner too.”

“I already brought some food. You like Italian, right?” Dean said, with a subtle smile. It earned your sigh and a grateful smile. He knew very well that it was now one of your favorites. Italian meatballs always reminded you both of your first date.

“Thank you,” you said, grasping his hand. He squeezed yours with a nod, before he let you go.

When you were out of earshot, George cleared his throat past a wet cough. Dean reached over and grabbed him a tissue. George took it with a nod. Again, he encouraged Dean to come closer.

“I’m not worried,” George said, between deep breaths. “You know why?”

Dean just stared back for a moment. He genuinely had no idea what the man might say next.

“Tell me,” he said.

“My granddaughter’s strong. Always has been, because she had to be,” said George. “But you’re gonna be there when she’s not.”

Dean considered the weight of that charge. The anxiety in his chest felt familiar; like the day he got his badge at the Fire Academy, knowing then the responsibility he held in his hands.

That’s a lot to put on just three months of knowing this girl, came a more selfish thought. It sounded a lot like the guy he used to be, not too long before he met you.

But when Dean thought about you, and what you’d begun to mean to him…

He realized that he only had one answer.

“Yes, sir. I am,” said Dean.

George gave a tired smile. “Good man.”

And that night, an agreement was made.

In the morning, your grandfather was gone.

Dean held you through what he thought was the worst of your heartbreak. But after that dour morning, it was like a switch flipped inside you.

In the days after George’s death, your shutters came up. You threw yourself into checklists and task after task—in funeral arrangements and planning and contacting distant relatives and friends.

This was your failsafe. Your version of “autopilot.” And these things needed to get done, after all.

But Dean worried when he no longer saw the softer side of you. Like your heart had been wrung dry.

He inevitably had to go back to work, but in between the demanding hours of his schedule, he tried to get you to slow down. He saw the warning signs of you running yourself into the ground. He just didn’t know how to help you land.

So Dean picked up slack where he saw it, often without you asking him to. He began fixing the house, one section at a time. He enlisted Benny’s help, since he actually had a small construction business. Dean even paid for the materials himself without you knowing.

And one sunny afternoon, he took a break from repaving part of the cracked and uneven driveway to grab a beer inside. You were sitting at the kitchen table with stacks of papers all around you, your cellphone on speaker as some kind of elevator music continued to ring on a loop.

“Can you believe I’ve been on hold with the funeral director for 20 minutes?” you told him in irritation. But you didn’t truly take sight of him until he came back from the kitchen.

He wore a familiar ensemble of jeans and black undershirt with a plaid shirt, rolled up to his elbows. He was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and his hands were dusty and stained from his work on the driveway. Dean looked tired, and that made you feel guilty.

Meanwhile, he frowned and popped open a beer. “You want one of these? Looks like you could use one.”

You shook your head. With a sigh, you hung up the phone. You’d try calling again later. Instead, you focused on the next item of your checklist for today.

“Food. Because we’re gonna need to eat after the service,” you inclined your head. “Okay, still need to come up with a list of caterers, because I don’t think I can cook for that many people.”

Dean nodded at that. “Let me talk to Ellen. She’ll give you a good price, and her food is good.”

You looked up from your notepad and considered him thoughtfully. You wouldn’t have thought to cater from a bar, but he was right. Ellen had great food at the Roadhouse.

“Okay, I’ll call her,” you said.

“No, I’ll call her,” Dean insisted. He set down the beer on the table and leaned his palms flat on its surface. “Sweetheart, I told you I’d help you with all this. You don’t have to do it by yourself.”

“Dean, you’ve done enough,” you replied. Your brows drew together stubbornly. “You’re paving my driveway right now, for God’s sake! This is my responsibility, not yours.”

Dean frowned, making you sigh. You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms.

“Look, we’ve only been dating for three months,” you said. And in your mind, a good chunk of that time had been spent in the worst hell of your life. “This right here? It’s a lot. I’m not expecting you to deal with all this…”

You bit your lip, and your gaze fell away from his as your insecurities took hold. The thoughts that had been plaguing you every night since this all began, on the night of the car accident.

“And…if you’d rather take a break from us for a while, I’d understand,” you said.

Your voice was more collected than you felt. But that didn’t make it any easier when Dean stared back at you, mostly incredulous. You even thought you saw a thread of hurt there, and it made your heartache worsen.

Dean came around to your side of the table. He dragged a chair back and sunk into it, facing you directly.

“You think that’s the kind of guy I am?” he asked.

You immediately shook your head. You weren’t trying to upset him, or imply that he wasn’t reliable, or trustworthy, or whatever was running through his head. You were just trying to be realistic.

You’re so pragmatic it hurts, as Andréa had often told you.

“Dean, it’s not that…” you began, a bit helplessly. “I just—”

“Just, nothin’.” His chair scraped toward you as he reached out for your hand. He made sure you looked him in the eyes when he said this next part.

“I’m not leaving you with this.”

Your gaze met his, though you desperately tried to keep your heart from rising into your throat.

“I’m not leaving you,” Dean said. His tone, his eyes, his hold on your hand was firm.

For a moment, you stared at him, unblinking, even as tears swam in your eyes.

He’s not leaving you.

Not like everyone else in your life.

You were grateful. Too grateful, even, for words.

When you finally broke down into tears, Dean realized what an idiot he’d been. Your wall of stoicism had been just that—a flimsy wall. Now it was shattered, and so were you.

It scared him just how much, as he gathered you onto his lap and into his arms. You didn’t seem to care that he was dirty and covered with sweat. You clung to him strong, and he held you back just as tightly.

“No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough,” you confessed. “You save people all the time. I couldn’t save anyone in my life.”

Dean frowned. He cupped the back of your head, and he felt your tears sliding down his neck. His voice was thick with emotion when he was able to reply.

“Oh, baby. It’s not your fault.”

“I can’t…I can’t do anything. Anything that matters.” Your voice was a broken whisper. It damn near broke his heart.

“Now you know that’s not true,” he said. “I’m not gonna let you lie to yourself like that.”

You trembled and heaved with sobs, and he continued to hold you.

Just be there, Sam had told him, when Dean had called him from the hospital. Sam reminded him again last week, when George finally passed.

Is that all I’m supposed to do? Dean thought. His brows furrowed, but he tried to hide his frustration.

He was used to people depending on him. He led a team. Before then, he’d looked out for Sam all his life. Dean had never had to help someone get through this kind of grief though. He just wanted to help you, in whatever way he could.

Because he was worrying, just like you. That whatever he did, it wouldn’t be enough.

But he couldn’t leave you.

I can’t, and I won’t, he thought. So he took a breath, and he said the first true thing that came to mind.

“You’re the strongest woman I know, you know that?” Dean said. He spoke low and steady, but with the conviction he felt. “And that’s a tall order, considering some of the badass ladies I’ve got in my life.”

A smile tugged at his lips when he considered people like Ellen and Jo, Jody and Donna. He might’ve lost his mom, but he and Sam hadn’t lacked when it came to influential women in their lives.

“But I saw it the day we met. I see it every time we’re together,” he continued. “You work hard as hell. You take care of everyone around you…”

You were still quiet, trying to stifle your crying.

Dean let out a breath. “Man, if you only knew how much you’ve been helping me. Keeping my damn feet on the ground with this whole…arsonist mess my dad’s been investigating. Digging up the past, my mom, the whole damn thing.”

With a sniffle, you uncurled from him, just enough to reveal your face. Your grip on his shirt loosened, your palm flattening on his chest. He held your hand there and turned his lips to your forehead. He sensed that you were calming down. That you were listening.

“That matters to me,” he told you.

You nodded and tightened your hand on his. “Me too.”

Your voice was still shaky, but it sounded a little stronger.

“See? You might as well face it.” Dean grinned. “You’re a badass chick with a big heart.”

You snorted in response. Your lips even twitched at a smile. He spied it when he looked down at you. And you rested easier against him as your tears subsided.

“Thank you,” you whispered. He dried your cheek with a brush of his hand.

“For what?” he asked.

“For staying.”

AN: So first off, I'm sorry for the gritty "reality" of this one. It's just where the story took me, though it serves a purpose narratively and for both the reader and Dean's character development.

But also, I think this has just been on my mind, since both my grandmother and great uncle (brother and sister) died within a year of one another due to different forms of cancer. My great uncle passed in May of this year, and my grandmother two years this past October.

Again, I'm sorry if this one was too heavy, but art does imitate life and this was probably my brain trying to express those emotions I couldn't fully make sense of at the time. George will be missed, but will still be felt in the rest of this story, as I'm sure any of you who've lost close family members will understand. 💙

Next Time:

The identity of Azazel will finally be revealed in Part 12. But first...

You nodded. “By the way, it was nice of Sam and Eileen to come. And Meg and Cas.”

Dean smiled.

“They can be your people too,” he said. “If you want ‘em to be.”

You couldn’t help it. Your tears brewed and bubbled over. And you moved slowly across the couch to twine your arms around his neck. Dean’s lips tugged at a smile, and he welcomed you with an arm wrapping around your waist.

Both of you were still wearing the same clothes you’d been wearing all day; you in your black dress and Dean in his slacks and white buttoned-down shirt, though by now without the jacket, and the shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

You were infinitely exhausted. But one thing had become clear to you over the past few weeks.

“Thank you. Thank you for today, and for every day since we met,” you said shakily.

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Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 17

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 17 🥰🐞

A/N:Enjoy this one, its just wowzy, its fluffy for sure. 🐞💕

Side Note: Thank you for all the love and support, please do note I am open for requests. Much Love My Bugsies.💕🐞🥰

Warnings: Just pure fluff, if there's anything else, please let me know.🤭

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Morning sweetheart, his fruity voice takes you by surprise, Morning babe, you sound so joyful this morning, your eyes still puffy from last night's sleep.

Dean lightly kisses your forehead, want to know what today is?

Babe she whined, I'm not in the mood for guessing games, glancing over to the alarm clock, its 4 in the morning.

Oh come on sleepyhead, he said mockingly, get that pretty little behind out of the bed.

Crinkling her nose, I just want to stay in bed today, she pouted.

Ha! Like my girl is going to spend her birthday in bed, he purred, we can do that later he smirked.

Not what I meant she mumbled!

Sweetheart I have a surprise for you he breathed in her ear, while kissing her neck softly.

Oh really, she laughed, what will that be? Her eyes filled with excitement.

Why would I tell you, if I can show you, his voice sounded smoky. I'll make us some breakfast while you get ready.

What should I wear?, she beamed.

You look good in anything sweetheart, but nothing will be just fine too, he cheered.

Throwing Dean with a pillow as he walks out of the room, made the both of you laugh.

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The last eight months, has been a rollercoaster of emotions, mostly happy ones, some bad ones, like how you lost a good friend in Lisa, when she found out that, Dean's gotten back together with you, you felt horrible, knowing the two of you hurt her so much, but what could you do, after that day you realized you have never stopped loving Dean.

It was hard at first, to mend what was broken between you and Dean, but the two of you have gotten into this , easy going - doing life together cycle. Of course the two of you talked about the hard stuff as well, but for once in your life's, it was just easy, no fighting, no heartbreak, just happiness, it actually kind of felt you lived in some fantasy. Reviewing the way you look in the mirror, your eyes are brightly filled with joy, hair hanging loosely over your shoulders, light makeup covering your face. Grabbing your favorite pair of boots to round off the blue jeans, with a zeppelin shirt, sitting on the bed, pulling up the shoe's zipper, inspecting at last night's clothes scattered all across the floor, this back and forth between our houses, is driving you nuts.

Sweetheart, breakfast is ready Dean howled.

Walking in seeing Dean in a plain black t-shirt that's now slightly flour-stained, scraping out the last pieces of bacon, spikes your heart rate.

Sit down m'lady he mocked.

Thank you good sir, you teased back.

His face lit up with this big ole grin, giving you the plate, a stack of blueberry pancakes with a candle on top, and of course a side of bacon he laughed.

Your eyes welled up, babe, this is amazing thank you, squeezing his hand.

Glad you like it sweetheart, now eat, we've got a big day ahead he stated.

Overjoyed and very curious, you start digging into your breakfast.

.......

Where are we going Dean? Please tell me, she requested! Oh sweetheart would you just stop being so nosy, we are almost there, just a few more miles, Dean responded with his mischievous smile.

Folding your arms giving Dean a pouted look, mumbling its not fair. He stops the car, abruptly. Get Out! he ordered.

Confused and wide-eyed you get out, taking in the view its really beautiful, but way out of town. What are we doing here Babe?

Dean walks up to were your standing, with a smirk he says, time to close your eyes, covering your eyes with a bandana, whispering, are you ready? Helping you back in the car, you just laugh at him being all mysterious, I can't wait to see the surprise.

After a few minutes the car comes to a stop. Helping her out, he can feel the excitement, pulsing through her body, hoping she likes the surprise, he chews on his bottom lip. Okay you can look now.

Babe, she exclaimed this is beyond beautiful, taking in the sunrise, drawing in from the mountains, displaying, yellow and orange across the green trees, pulling him in for a hug, hearing his heart beating so fast.

Looking up at him, the way the orange dances in his emerald eyes, awakening every sense of her very being, thinking, this can't get any more perfect than this, Dean holding you tightly, breathtaking view..

Your thoughts gets interrupted, by his husky voice. I wanted us to share our first sunrise here sweetheart. Confusing on her face, first?

Yes sweetheart, this is our home, our own place, no more going back and forth, no more forgetting things, okay who am I kidding, my girl is an artist and a bit all over the place, you'll always forget stuff, he laughs.

Not true, you scold. Okay, lets agree to disagree, he says mockingly, interlacing his fingers through yours, leaning in, his lips inches away from yours, whispering I love you, then brushing his lips against yours, slowly, taking his time, like there's no other place he'd rather be, pulling away for an instant, admiring the look in his eyes, you replying in a hushed undertone, I love you too.

The corners of his mouth turning up and slightly crooked, let's go check out the house baby, in a swift motion he picks you up, cradling you in a bridal position, walking across the open field, towards the rustic house, adjusting her slightly so that he doesn't let her fall, opening the door knob, before walking over the threshold hearing him say, I know this isn't the traditional way to do it, but babe we have never done anything in the tradition, normal couple sense, he exclaimed.

Laughing, into his neck, placing little kisses till you finally reached his lips. Breathy, he pulls back, a nervous look on his face. Everything okay babe? concern visible in her soft voice.

Sweetheart, he clears his throat, going down on one knee, removing the chain around his neck, sliding the ring off, between his fingers, forever ain't long, and if you will let me, I would cherish you for as long as I live, loving you day after day, breathing air into your lungs when days are dark, carrying you when your legs are giving in because of the weight on your shoulders, baby since the first day, I couldn't take my eyes off of you, you took my breath away, and ever since then if your not close by, I can't breath, so will you and your paintbrushes come and color my life, making me the happiest man alive.

Standing there looking at him, clear nervousness visible, listening to his smoky voice, not fighting back the tears, emotion clear as you say, YES! a million times Yes.

Sliding the diamond ring over your finger, it fits perfectly he exclaimed, picking you up, swirling you around, placing a heartfelt kiss against your lips.

Its not until he puts you down, that you take a glance at the room, there's flowers, scattered in little heart shapes, like a million candles and fairy lights draping from the rustic wooden structures, turning around to take in the sight of the man your going to spend the rest of your life with, exclaiming this is the most perfect day ever.

He cups your face, giving you a small kiss, pulling away for an instant to admire your beautiful features , then like gravity pulling the two of you closer, you start to devour each other, he grabs the back of your legs, you wrapping around him, running your fingers through his hair, he starts walking to the kitchen counter.

Creak! What was that? the two of you breathed into each others lips, Bang! Dean's feet goes through the wooden floor, bringing the both of you two, to a fall, staring at each other wide-eyed, breaking into laughter, we might want to fix that first. Dean's eyes catches yours, he whispered underneath his breath, but first, pulling you in for yet another kiss.

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Halloween 2022: A monster that considers himself God ( Supernatural x The Void (2016) AU )

After a long period of estrangement, Elizabeth decides to attempt to reconnect with Benny and ask for his help with some weird phenomena that occur around the hospital she’s been working at. Knowing that the supernatural exists, she can't rule out the possibility of something sinister lurking around. Benny takes Elizabeth's concerns into account and turns to the Winchesters for some extra help. As Benny, the Winchesters and Ellie arrive at the hospital, Sheriff Deputy Daniel Carter, Elizabeth’s fiance, rushes there with an injured man he found at the side of the road. What started out as an uneventful night turns into a nightmare as cult-like cloaked figures surround the hospital preventing anyone inside from getting out. Moreover, those trapped inside are slowly slipping into insanity and hunted by otherworldly creatures. Daniel in particular, after getting injured by the cult like figures, is haunted by visions of a dark world beyond earth. Trying to get to the bottom of the mystery and keep everyone safe, Daniel and the Winchesters are lead into the depths of the hospital where they discover a getaway to the very bowels of a dark dimension, that might be worse than Hell even.....

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Benny Lafitte Masterlist

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The One That Got Away Timestamp: Adopting Miracle

Summary: Dean has found a friend in Miracle, the dog whose owner perished in a fire. Unable to find a suitable owner, he reluctantly takes the pup to a shelter. Can Dean leave him there to wait for his forever home, or will he have a lot of making up to do with Y/N?

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Rating: General

Bingo Square(s): Adopting a Pet for @j3bingo and “Guess I’m just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys.” for @jacklesversebingo

Warnings: Fire, dog licks and slobber, implied smut, ruined shoes, ruined roast dinners, a little bit of angst, fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: You thought it was over for these two, didn’t you? I did, too, but when I finished TOTGA, looked at my J3 bingo card to see what was next, and saw “Adopting a Pet, " I knew I had to expand on how Miracle came into their lives. I hope you enjoy this fluffy little timestamp! 💖

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This wasn’t a fire; it was an inferno, and Dean knew they’d be lucky to get anyone out of this alive. They didn’t have long to sweep the building and listened intently for Bobby’s voice on their radios telling them to get out.

“Can you hear that?” Dean asked Benny, who shook his head.

“I can’t hear shit, Captain,” Benny responded.

Dean nodded but kept inching to where he thought he heard a whine. With the roar of the flames and the creaking wood and cracking walls, it was possible what he heard was just part of the fire. Then he heard a bark and saw movement ahead of him.

“Lafitte! Over here!” Dean approached the dog, faithfully standing by his owner, barking to raise the alarm.

“Hey, buddy. It’s alright. I’ve gotcha now,” he said, crouching to be closer to the dog.

“I’ll get him, Cap. You get the dog,” Benny said, and Dean nodded, picking up the dog and making his way out of the building before it crumbled.

“We need a medic over here!” Dean yells as he exits the building, Benny not far behind with the injured man over his shoulder. As Jack and Jo ran towards them with a gurney, Dean put the soot-covered dog down and held him close while the paramedics cared for the patient.

“It’s alright, buddy. They’re gonna take care of him. I gotcha.” The whining, distressed dog broke Dean’s heart, knowing his owner would be lucky to survive the journey to the hospital, let alone recover from his injuries.

“There’s a good boy,” Dean soothed. “I’ll get you a new home, bud. A real good one where they’ll take care of you. I promise.

As hard as he tried, Dean couldn’t find Miracle a home. Bobby had been kind enough to let the dog stay at the firehouse for the past few days. Still, none of his colleagues could take him because they either already had a pet or lived alone and didn’t have someone to look after him when they were on a twenty-four-hour shift. He’d asked friends, too, and no one was willing to take on the responsibility. After five days, Dean took the dog to a shelter, and his microchip at least gave him a name: Miracle. It was an apt name for him, considering how they met.

It’d be hard to leave him at the shelter, but there was no other option. With both he and Y/N working shifts, he couldn’t see a way to make having a dog work. Sure, he only did two or three twenty-four-hour shifts a week, so having a dog would usually be fine. Still, there would be an issue when they were working the same day or night because leaving him alone for at least fourteen hours would be cruel.

But as soon as a handler reached for Miracle’s leash, the poor dog whimpered and cowered behind Dean’s legs.

“He seems to have a good bond with you,” the handler smiled. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you to adopt him?”

“I wish I could. My girlfriend and I,” it still sounded strange to say and made him grin stupidly every time he called Y/N his girlfriend. “We work shifts. It wouldn’t be fair on him.”

“We have flyers on the desk with highly rated dog walkers, and if you have family or friends who could take him when you’re working?”

“We sometimes work nights. I’m not sure we’d find a dog walker willing to do that. And my brother and sister-in-law just had a baby, so that wouldn’t work. My parents might, though.”

“Sounds like you have something to think about,” the handler chuckled.

“A dog, Dean. Really?” He’d be terrified at the look on Y/N’s face if it wasn't for Miracle licking and drooling all over her. “We work shifts. What are we—no, you know what? You. What are you gonna do when you’re working, and I’m on nights? Did you even stop to think about that?” Taking her seriously while covered in slobber and scratching behind Miracle’s ears was hard.

“I spoke to Mom and Dad, and they’re happy to come by and walk him when we’re working and take him overnight when we’re both on nights. Come on, Y/N! You think I don’t know you love dogs, that you’re literally on the floor showering him with love right this second?”

“It’s not the point, Dean! The point is, this is a huge commitment, and we’ve only been living together for two months, and suddenly we’ve, no, I’m sorry, you got a dog? What if it’s too much? What if it—”

“It won’t. I promise. If this doesn’t work out, I’ll take him back to the shelter, okay, Princess?”

“Alright, fine,” Y/N huffed. “He can stay,” she put on her best high-pitched doggy voice while pouting her lips and letting the dog lick her face, and Dean grinned, knowing he’d won this particular battle.

“Uh, you sure about that, sweetheart? You’ve gone from hating the idea to letting a strange dog lick your face in record time!” he teased. Knowing how much she loved dogs, he knew Miracle would win her over quickly.

“Guess I’m just a sucker for stray dogs and naked guys,” Y/N winked, and he frowned. Did she mean the dog? Or—

“Get your clothes off, Dean!” she chuckled. “You’ve got a lot of making up to do for bringing a dog home without talking to me first, and I’m going to start collecting. Bedroom. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, the sound muffled as he spoke while pulling his shirt over his head.

Y/N had spent hours in the kitchen cooking family dinner. She loved these when she was younger. It was the one day of the week she could let everything with her father go and just be herself. Be a kid. At least until she got home. She wouldn’t go down that rabbit hole tonight, though, not when she had a house full of people to feed.

Grabbing dishes filled with potatoes and other side dishes, she walked from the kitchen into the dining room to put them on the table. “Dinner’s ready,” she called into the living room. Dean, John, and Sam were watching the football game, and Mary and Jess fussed over Matthew.

Smiling, Y/N walked back into the kitchen, and her stomach hit the floor. “Miracle, stop that right now!” she yelled, seeing the dog on his hind legs, front paws on the counter and eating the roast chicken. “Stop it!” she yelled again and walked over to pull the dog away. “Get down from—Dean! Get in here!”

“Bad dog!” Dean said, pointing at Miracle. “No treats for you!”

“No treats, Dean. Really? That’s all you got?” Y/N huffed and directed her attention to the offending pup. “Why is it always me, huh? Why do you never do this to your dad? You just love pissing me off, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re cute,” Y/N scowled at the dog while scratching his head. Miracle whined and put his head on her knee. “And cuddly,” she grumbled.

“Who wants pizza?” Dean clapped his hands and chuckled, trying to ignore the death stare his girlfriend was throwing his way.

“Dean!” Y/N screamed, and he ran upstairs and into the bedroom. Seeing the scowl on her face, he dreaded to think what Miracle had done now. The dog seemed to love tormenting her for some reason.

“These are Louboutin’s, Dean! My favourite pair of shoes, and he’s just chewed them to shreds!”

“Sweetheart, they’re just shoes. I can get you new—”

“These are not just shoes! These are eight hundred dollar shoes!”

“Eight hun—who in their right mind needs an eight hundred dollar pair of shoes?” It slipped out before he could think about it, and as he met Y/N’s gaze, tears swam in her eyes, and her arms dropped to her sides, each hand holding the remnants of a shoe. Dean swore she’d never looked more defeated than right now.

With tears rolling down her cheeks, she stormed past him and out of the bedroom, fleeing faster than he’d ever seen her move.

“Y/N. Princess, come on! Let’s talk about this!” he pleaded, running after her. “Bad dog!” he yelled behind him at Miracle, sitting in the corner of their bedroom, looking all innocent and cute.

He got to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see her throw the shoes in the trash, pick up her purse and car keys and slam the front door behind her.

Dean sighed when he felt Miracle’s fur tickle his fingers. “What am I gonna do with you, huh? Couldn’t go for a cheap pair, could ya? You know I’m going to have to replace those, right? Eight hundred bucks for shoes! Lost her damn mind...” he mumbled as he grabbed the lead, Miracle trotting happily beside him, knowing it was walk time.

She’d had her worst shift in a while. There had been a gas explosion near the elementary school that had sent multiple casualties to the hospital. The incident has been truly horrific and spawned multiple fatalities. These kinds of accidents were the worst part of her job.

Getting home a few hours later than usual and exhausted, Y/N went straight to bed. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but dealing with those types of injuries made her lose her appetite.

Slipping out of her shoes and pulling her scrubs and bra off, Y/N moved to her side of the bed, ignoring her usual sleepwear in favour of her underwear and the vest she wore under her scrub top.

Sighing at the golden lump sprawled out on her side of the bed, she sighed, not in any mood to have this fight with him again. Encouraging him to move with a gentle shake, Miracle raised his head to look at her.

“Time to move, bud,” she said, nudging him to get him moving, but Miracle put his head back down on the mattress, ignoring her completely, and she sighed, tears welling in her eyes.

“Dean,” she whispered, nudging him instead. Miracle might not listen to her, but she knows he’ll listen to Dean. He always does.

“Dean!” she says a little louder, and he jumps awake.

“Hey, baby,” Dean rasped sleepily.

“Can you get him to move so I can get into this damned bed?” Y/N asked, defeated.

“Alright, buddy. Time to get down,” Dean said to the dog, who immediately obeyed the command. Y/N sighed, and her shoulders sank, unable to stop the tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Dean asked, noticing her slumped figure and wet eyes.

“Yeah. Bad shift,” Y/N replied, climbing into bed and wrapping herself in the duvet.

“I saw the explosion on the news. Do you want to talk about it?” Dean asked, and Y/N smiled slightly at the kindness of his gesture.

“No. I just want to sleep.”

“Come here,” Dean murmured as he pulled her into his body and wrapped his arms around her.

Miracle jumped back onto the bed and tried to settle in between them again, but Y/N knew if she let him, he’d shove her out of the bed.

“Miracle, down!” she commanded, and of course, he ignored her and began stretching his paws out, trying to push her to the edge of the bed.

“Miracle, get down!” Dean said sternly, and once again, the pup immediately obeyed and jumped off the bed and out of their bedroom; hopefully, Y/N thought, to spend the rest of the night in his own bed downstairs.

“That dog hates me,” Y/N huffed, and Dean chuckled before kissing her forehead.

“He does not,” Dean tried, but Y/N only scoffed.

“Alright, buddy. I can’t live like this anymore. It’s getting us nowhere,” Y/N said to Miracle, and Dean tried to hold his laughter as his girlfriend tried to level with a dog. “We need to call a truce so we can live our best lives and coexist without me yelling at you all the time and you chewing up all my shoes and eating the Sunday roast.”

Dean looked on, amused, as Y/N crouched in front of Miracle. “What d’ya say, huh? You think we can be friends?” she said, scratching behind his ear, and Miracle barked in return.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes! Now, let’s shake on it.” Holding her hand out, Miracle quickly lifted his paw and placed it in her hand. “Good boy!” Y/N said and scratched his chin, prompting Miracle to step forward and lick her cheek.

As Y/N walked Miracle in the park, she made a mental note to herself to find another route for the winter months. It was getting darker earlier, and she’d worked in hospitals long enough to know what could happen to women walking through parks alone in the dark.

Suddenly, Miracle took off running, pulling his lead right out of her hand, and sped off towards the bushes where he’d undoubtedly torment the life out of a poor squirrel or five.

“Stupid dog,” she mumbled as she briskly walked to catch up with him. “Would never do that to Dean, would you? No, because he’s your buddy, and I’m just… I don’t even know what I am to you. A pushover, probably.”

Walking over to the bushes, Y/N hears rustling and is about to call Miracle, but a man’s voice startled her.

“Well, hey there. What’s a pretty girl like you doing here alone in the dark?” The stench of alcohol almost made her reel back in disgust, but she knew the worst thing she could do was show weakness to the stranger.

Before she could answer, she heard the patter of feet and Miracle barking as he ran from the bushes and stood before her, protecting her from the man with vicious snarls and barks.

Y/N was about to attempt as swift an exit from the park as Miracle’s scare tactics didn’t seem to be working. The dog seemed to come to the same conclusion and lunged at him.

Finally getting the drunk to back off, she wasted no more time getting them both out of there quickly. “Good boy,” Y/N praised with ear scratches. “Let’s go home, buddy.”

For the first time since she’d walked Miracle alone—because he was always on his best behaviour for Dean, he didn’t pull ahead of her. Instead, he walked calmly right by her side all the way home.

“Well, it looks like you two are getting along better,” Dean said when he came home later that night, seeing Y/N and Miracle snuggled up on the couch together.

“We had a traumatic night, and I think we’ve finally buried the hatchet. Ain’t that right, my good boy!”

Dean climbed the stairs quietly, not wanting to wake Y/N. She was supposed to finish her shift at seven last night but had to stay on until the wee hours of the morning.

He walked into the bedroom and smiled at the sight before him. Despite constant protests about the dog being on the bed, Y/N was curled on her side, sound asleep, snuggled into Miracle’s back with a small smile curving her lips.

“Hey, buddy,” Dean whispered, scratching behind his ears. “Were you a good boy for Grandma and Grandpa?”

“He’s always a good boy.” Y/N’s voice was heavy with sleep, and she smiled hazily at him. “Your dad dropped him off at about eleven. He would’ve kept him all night, but I thought I was getting home earlier than I did.”

“Sorry I woke you, baby. Go back to sleep. I was coming up to take Miracle for a walk,” Dean glanced at the pup and frowned when he remained where he was, not even his tail wagging. Walks were his favourite thing, and usually, he couldn’t wait to get outside and cause mischief.

“It’s okay,” Y/N yawned, “I should probably get up anyway.”

“Uh, no. Absolutely not!” Dean placed his hands on his hips, trying to show her he meant business. “It’s only gone seven. I got off shift early. When did you get home?”

“Four,” Y/N yawned again. “Then I took him for a walk.”

Dean nodded, now understanding why Miracle wasn’t keen to go out again. Then again, he wouldn’t leave the bed with Y/N cuddling into him like that, either. “So you went to bed when?”

“About five-thirty,” she answered.

“Nuh-uh, nope. Not a chance in hell you’re getting up right now,” Dean huffed as he shrugged out of his flannel, unfastened his jeans, kicked them off and pulled off his socks. “We are going to sleep for a few more hours.” Dean insisted before directing his attention to the dog. “Daddy’s home now, so you’re gonna have to move, buddy.”

With a huff, Miracle stood from his spot and walked to the bottom of the bed, dropping down heavily on Y/N’s feet. “Did he just give you sass? Oh, how the tables have turned!” Y/N chuckled, and Dean shook his head in disbelief.

“Apparently,” Dean huffed as he climbed into bed. “Now, come here, baby. I need some sugar!”

“Sugar?” Y/N chuckled sleepily.

“Yeah. I want some of my girl’s sugar,” he grinned, shuffling as close as he could and opening his arms to invite her into his embrace. “Come here, Princess.”

Y/N gladly accepted Dean’s invitation, shifting as much as she could with a dog on her feet, and rested her head on his chest. She hummed contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her, and she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

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#j3bingo #jacklesversebingo #the one that got away #timestamp #firefighter!dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #firefighter!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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deanwinchesterswitch · 1 year

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May 2023 Fic Rec List

May was a good month for reading for me. I found some more new-to-me authors, re-read a few of my favorites, and even stumbled across a couple of wonderful original stories.

Lots of genres and a variety of fandoms to choose from too!

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~Crossover~

Mess ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. You learn the side effects of sex pollen first hand. Bucky doesn’t know what to do. But Dean does. (MCU/SPN; Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader)

~Miscellaneous~

No Title ~ @eversea143. Author's Summary: None (Original Short Story)

No Title ~ @ofgeography. Author's Summary: None (Original Short Story)

Power Play ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: Ransom invites you to some charity event and you refuse to go. He doesn’t like being told ‘no.’ You don’t like being told what to do. (Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader)

~MCU~

imagine walking in on Bucky changing ~ @imamotherfuckingstar-lord. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet)

No Title ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Steve Rogers x Reader)

No Title ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~RPF~

Beg For It ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Jensen and Y/N have been apart for a while and there’s one thing they’ve both missed.

In Front Of The Fireplace ~ @waywardbaby. Author's Summary: A lovely evening in front of the fireplace. With reading and other activities. (Jensen x Reader)

My Beautiful Boy ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Jensen is curious about something his wife said she used to do back in the day and works up the courage to give it a try… (Jensen Ackles x wife!Reader)

Need ~ @wayward-dreamer. Author's Summary: After a busy day on set, Jensen needs a little time with Y/N, even if they’re miles apart.

Summer Lovin' ~ @kittenofdoomage. Author's Summary: It was supposed to be a romantic getaway to recover from a tumultuous couple of years, except things hadn’t gone to plan. Can Jensen make it up to you?

You Should Probably Leave ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Jensen and Y/N run lines at his apartment and the sparks begin to fly

~Supernatural~

11x17 Drabble ~ @rizlowwritessortof. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

An Exceptional Distraction ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Stake outs can be extremely boring. Distractions are welcomed, and even helpful in the long run…

Broken Heels I, II, III ~ @trexrambling. Author's Summary: None (3-part series; Dean x Reader)

Dog Days ~ @sunlightdances. Author's Summary: Dean rescues a dog and ends up being the one rescued. (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

God Only Knows ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: One weekend, years ago, lives rent-free in both of their minds. Three-part mini-series. (AU; Dean Winchester x female reader)

Iron Chef ~ @agenthellcat. Author's Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean Winchester)

nothing lasts forever ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sam Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: AU in which Dean personifies Rules and Reader personifies Roses. (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @lipstickandwhiskey. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Benny LaFitte x Reader)

No Title ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester)

Now and Then ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.

Prettiest One ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean's leg is broken and they've given him lots of morphine for the pain. What secrets will he reveal to Y/N?

Should I stay or should I go? ~ @daisythekitty. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Show Me What You're Hiding ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Y/N gets a glimpse of Dean, and is desperate to see even more.

Sit and Stare ~ @impalapossible. Author’s Summary: None (Ficlet; Dean x Reader)

Taste ~ @wingedcatninja. Author's Summary: Two dumbasses who are ‘just friends’ get snowed in and there is only one bed. Friends to lovers. (Dean x Reader)

Waiting ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Restaurant AU. Y/N and Dean are always at loggerheads regarding the restaurant, however, in a bid to reconcile their competing visions, Y/N agrees to give Dean one night to change her mind and convince her to come around to his way of thinking. One night that is supposed to be about food but ends up taking her down Memory Lane into the complicated history that the both of them share. A history that started when they were a lot younger, that took them all the way to Paris, and has somehow ended up here, tonight.

What Actually Happened... ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Dean and Y/N finally confess their feelings and spend a long, perfect night together.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Flowers of Fate ~ @princessmisery666. Author’s Summary: Serendipity, luck, coincidence – call it what you will, but Bradley is sure his parents may have had a hand in his good fortune. (Rooster x OFC)

On AO3

~Supernatural~

Smokes and Sex Toys ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author’s Summary: Dean is killing time in a porn store while Sam has some alone time. The case has been long, and the brothers have been getting on each other’s nerves. Even the vastness of the bunker was too close for them. Dean, losing the round of roshambo, doesn’t feel like another night in the bar.

Tip Top ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Complete PWP. Not even a HINT of a plot. Hotel room, bed, shower, and the partner of choice. (Pick your Winchester)

Years Between ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: A man walks into a bar. And sees someone from his past that he never thought he would see again.

On Patreon

~Supernatural~

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Captives of the Court-Chapters Twelve and Thirteen ~ Author's Series Summary: Strange things are brewing in Connecticut, so Dean and Y/N go check it out. After stumbling through town, they fall into something that’s been going on a very, very long time. Can they put an end to the bloodshed and make it out unscathed or will they need a little help this time?

Dream On ~ Author's Summary: During a break in her convention schedule, Y/N seeks some peace and quiet but ends up with far more than planned. (Drake Rodger x Fem!Reader)

Everything Has Changed ~ Author's Summary: Sometimes, the person you fight alongside is also the person you with the most. And sometimes all that fighting is hiding other feelings, other desires... (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader)

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 17 & 18 ~ Author's Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #may 2023 #060523

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minefield-of-a-ninja · 1 year

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Voyeurism + Exhibitionism

Combat Baby - Dean Winchester x Jo Harvelle

Summary: canon divergent - Dean’s sweet, but Jo likes him nasty

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, brief name-calling, exhibitionism, role play, squirting

Words: IN PROGRESS

Fall Away Into - Dean Winchester x Ruby 2.0 x female reader (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Prompt: “Dean x reader x Ruby 2.0 with Sam watching from the corner.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY drug-induced sex, OOC Dean, mff spit roast, use of the word bitch during sex, rough sex, hate sex, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 480

The Prerogative To Have A Little Fun - Donna Hanscum x Jody Mills x Winchester brothers (kinda)

Prompt: Donna’s visiting Jody for the weekend and the boys swing by on their way home from a hunt. Dean mows the lawn, Sam fixes a leaky shower head, Dean makes dinner, and they both do the dishes. Meanwhile, the ladies sit back and enjoy the domestic display.

Warnings/tags: mature, men doing manly things, inspired by Shania Twain’s song “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 950

When We Fall Then We’ll Know Each Other - Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte (voyeur Castiel)

Prompt: “There’s nothing wrong with women, but a woman can’t hold you down and fuck you like I can.”

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, cum and spit as lube, anal sex, voyeurism

Words: 1,330

Where Is My Shiny Gun? - Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum (voyeur Sam Winchester)

Summary: canon divergent - Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, Sam directing while masturbating, brief spanking + breast slapping, brief knife play - no blood, W*ncest adjacent

Words: 7,800

#master list shuffle 2023

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ao3feed-gadreel · 2 years

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Stranger Things Have Happened In Hawkins

by angstkingsfanfic

Summary: Castiel drops the reader into 1984 to protect her from an angel who wants to kill her. she ends up trapped there and in the middle of a (not so) love triangle between her, Steve, and Billy.

Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington Dean Winchester x Castiel Minor Gabriel x Rowena Minor Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler [ Later Installment: Billy Hargrove x Winchester!reader x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson ]

Words: 9983, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016), Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Reader, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Jim "Chief" Hopper, The Party (Stranger Things), Demo-Dogs (Stranger Things), Nephilim Character(s), Gabriel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Impala (Supernatural), Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Benny Lafitte, Gadreel (Supernatural), Metatron (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler

Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Reader, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Reader/Eddie Munson, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Rowena MacLeod, Jonathan Byers & Reader

Additional Tags: Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Reader-Insert, Reader is a Winchester (Supernatural), Dean Winchester is Protective of Reader, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Protective Parent Castiel (Supernatural), Protective Dean Winchester, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexuality, Bisexual Billy Hargrove, Queer Themes, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Strong Female Characters, Hurt Dean Winchester, Soulless Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Kevin Tran Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Hunter Kevin Tran (Supernatural), Soft Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove Redemption, Billy Hargrove Needs a Hug, Billy Hargrove Tries to Be a Better Person, Billy Hargrove & Maxine "Max" Mayfield Have a Good Relationship, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Billy Hargrove is Soft for Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove Being an Asshole, Minor Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Minor Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Character Death Fix, Soft Eddie Munson, Characters Play Dungeons & Dragons, Dungeons & Dragons References, Angel/Human Relationships, Angel Healing, Gay Will Byers, Minor Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Minor Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JG05z4C

#gadreel #spn fanfic #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic

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feirceangel · 2 years

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Imagine Purgatory | (Benny Lafitte)

Imagine meeting Benny for the first time.

Word Count: 928

A/n: I do not own the gif!

Leviathan, as it turns out, and super hard to kill.

Of course, you already know this seeing as you've been fighting them for a whole year ever since Cas let them out of Purgatory.

What you don't know is that when you finally succeed in killing a leviathan, you shouldn't be standing too close.

Too bad you, Dean, and Cas are standing too close.

Dean just stabbed Dick through the neck, and now it looks like Dick is about to explode.

And he does, sending you and your two friends straight to Purgatory.

Purgatory is not how you pictured it at all. Instead, you're greeted with dark forest and no monsters in sight.

You turn to Dean in confusion. He looks at you briefly before turning to Castiel. A sudden sound pierces your eardrums as monsters howl and scream.

Sharing a look of horror with your companions, you fumble for your knife. You sigh as your fingers wrap around the familiar handle. It's comforting to know that you have a weapon to use.

You look up again only to find that Cas has disappeared.

"Dean, where'd he go?" You squint into the dark, trying to find the angel.

He moves closer to you, "I don't know, Y/n."

Shuddering, you hand Dean your spare knife and prepare to face the oncoming horde.

It's been a few days since you arrived in Purgatory. Oddly enough, neither you nor Dean is hungry or thirsty. It's a good thing though because you haven't managed to find any food or water sources.

There's still no sign of Cas, even though you and Dean have been interrogating every monster that you can find. You've killed so many monsters, and you're so tired, but you haven't been able to sleep yet. The monsters just keep attacking, leaving you no time to rest.

"Dean, can we take a break," you plead, feet dragging on the forest floor.

He shakes his head, determined to find Cas, "No, not yet. We have to find him first."

"Dean, please. I can barely keep my eyes open."

"I said no!" He yells, shocking you.

You clamp your mouth shut and keep walking behind Dean. He's never yelled at you like that before, and you know that he's just worried for Cas. But you can't help but feel wounded by his harsh tone.

He sighs, "I'm sorry, Y/n. Why don't we take a quick break? I'll keep watch and you can try to sleep, okay?"

You nod thankfully, collapsing down to your knees before laying against a moss-covered tree. Fluttering closed, your eyes welcome the break from the harsh light.

Knife secure in your hand, you start to nod off. Before the bliss of sleep comes your way, though, Dean suddenly shouts.

Your eyes pop open and you see four vampires about to attack. Dean's fighting one off and you instantly go into attack mode.

Lunging for the nearest vamp, you hack at his head until it falls to the ground. Unfortunately, the other vamp takes advantage of your distraction and punches you from behind.

You fall backwards, dizzy. He approaches and you turn to see Dean fighting off the other two. The vampire bares its fangs and is about to finish you off before something bizarre happens.

Instead of feeling the sweet sting of death, you see another vampire run from nowhere and behead the one above you.

Head still reeling, you swiftly stand to your feet and watch as he beheads the other two that were attacking Dean.

The newcomer has short light brown hair and a beard, and he wears old ragged clothes. A white undershirt and a scraggly black coat with large black buttons adorn his chest, with some black pants held by a brown belt adorning his legs.

You stare slack-jawed at the stranger. Dean leaps to his feet and comes next to you as the bearded vamp circles you.

"You’re welcome," he says, and you detect a southern accent.

He smiles at you directly, before addressing Dean, who has his weapon pointed right at the newcomer.

"Who are you?" Dean questions in a steely voice.

"Benny Lafitte. Don't worry, I know all about you two, so you don't need to introduce yourselves."

You realize that you've been staring rather rudely at Benny, so you avert your gaze and fiddle with your knife.

"Why'd you help us?"

Benny smirks, "Let's just say I was helping you in order to help myself."

"Explain."

"I know a way out of this place."

Your eyes snap back to Benny as you register the words he just spoke, "Seriously?"

"Yes ma'am," he smiles at you again causing your face to heat up.

"Liar, if you knew a way out then you'd be gone already," Dean argues.

"Well, that's the thing. The portal was only made for humans, and, as you can see, that I am not."

"Only made for humans?" You echo.

He nods, "Apparently whoever made this here Purgatory didn't want humans to be in it. So, he made a back door - a way for humans to escape back to Earth."

"So what, we go to this portal and take you with us?" Comes Dean's condescending voice.

"Yes, that about sums it up."

You look to Dean and whisper, "What other choice do we have?"

"We're not leaving Cas."

"I never suggested that. First, we find Cas, and then this whole portal business, okay?"

He nods, "Okay. But I don't trust him."

"Well, he did save our lives. Maybe he's not all that bad." You say before turning back to Benny.

You stick your hand out, "We have a deal."

His eyes meet yours and his face alights with a flattering smile, "Terrific."

#benny #benny lafitte #benny lafitte x reader #benny x reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #female reader #spn #dean

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apocalypseornaw · 10 months

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Chance to Be

Follow up to Could Have Been

Years have passed since you lost Benny. Neither of you ever gave up the love you had for the other and well when Dean Winchester sees a chance to help people he loves there is no bounds.

Ask and you shall receive @123passwort

Benny knew the moment the other vampires caught his scent. That mixed with the smell of a human in purgatory would be a beacon. His only hope was to get Sam and Bobby to the portal and hold off anyone else long enough for the youngest Winchester to make it topside.

"Tell Dean I said goodbye and you two take care of Y/N for me" was the last thing he told Sam before taking the obsidian blade he offered and facing the vamps that were out for blood due to the simple fact that he was still working with the Winchesters, still choosing humans over his own kind.

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He knew this was going to hurt you. You cared for him, that much he was certain but this had been the only way to ensure Sam made it out of purgatory free and clear.

He hadn't gone into detail of the last year of his life with Dean but he'd made him promise to look after you if something happened. He knew he could trust Dean to keep that promise.

He'd at least gotten to tell you he loved you even if it had been a voicemail and those witches had swore to him that the protections on that pendant would make you harder to injure and make you heal easier. His one hope now was that you lived as long of a life as a hunter was capable. Out of everyone he'd ever met you were one of very few people he was certain deserved a happily ever after and he never would have been able to give it to you.

Word would've gotten out that you were sleeping with a vampire. You would've been ostracized from other hunters and wouldn't have been in much better shape than him. He'd had you and Dean, that'd been it. He knew two people that mattered to him was still breathing and you'd long since gotten in the habit of checking in on Elizabeth as well so as long as he knew that he could exist in purgatory. He could reacquaint himself with the never ending fight just to know you still had the Winchesters and that the man who had raised you to be the amazing woman you were had made it to heaven instead of being stuck in hell.

You hadn't been able to make a kill for months after Benny. The thought of you possibly sending the monster there that could end him? You couldn't deal with it.

What snapped you out of that mindset was Dean almost being hurt on a hunt because of your hesitation.

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After taking out three vamps back to back you realized you were barely winded and they'd put up a decent fight. "Damn Y/N that was impressive" Dean noted and you shrugged "I honestly don't know what that was. I mean I've been a hunter most of my life so my stamina is pretty good but it seems like I'm able to keep in step with you and Sam nowadays"

Sam's eyes flicked towards the necklace around your neck "Could it have something to do with the protection charms on that?" You tentatively touched the rose, you hadn't taken it off since the day you pulled it out of the drawer at the cabin. "Maybe?" You said with a light laugh "Leave it up to him to find a way to make me take care of myself rather he's here or not"

Dean shot you a small smile. You knew he missed Benny too even if they'd gotten distant before that day. Benny was one of the few friends Dean had made in his life that never judged him for any decision he ever made. Sam cleared his throat then smiled "He loved you. He wanted to make sure to protect you, makes sense. Wish I would've thought to do something like that for Jess"

Dean shook his head "Fuck, we're depressing. Get in baby, both of you. I'm buying the first round we all need it"

"Never knew there was a woman Winchester" Benny heard the chatter a few months after he'd been back in purgatory. Hearing chatter about Dean and Sam weren't anything unusual, them boys were a menace to monsters but hearing about what clearly had to be you pulled a smile to his face "I'm telling you man, she was damn near as fast as Dean and hard as hell to keep down. She's as sturdy as one of em"

A big part of him couldn't help but have a sense of pride at knowing you were building quite a name for yourself in purgatory, not to mention he had the peace of mind that if you were with Sam and Dean they would at least half ass make sure you were taking care of yourself.

He knew he'd probably never see you again, exit routes from purgatory were few and far between. He'd keep fighting regardless, he hadn't laid down and died the original fifty years he'd been in this place he wasn't about to now with memories of you fueling his mind.

Time never stood still for anyone and you were no exception. Rather you wanted it to or not the weeks turned to months then the months turned into years.

You ended up moving into the men of letters bunker somewhere along the line. Sam and Dean had offered you one of the many vacant bedrooms and you took it. You'd gotten used to hunting with them and you had to admit it was easier but it was a lot better hunting with people to have your back. You no longer pushed yourself to the point of exhaustion, Dean was ever the mother hen and Sam would taunt you into self care if it came to it.

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You missed Benny. You had meant what you told Dean all that time ago, you could've loved him. Had he told you, had he put that option on the table. If only he'd not waited until moments before he was ripped away to tell you he loved you. You had managed to recover the photo of him and Liz so it resided on your nightstand, along with a photo of your uncle and Bobby and one of you and the boys. You never left the bunker without wearing your necklace and rarely took it off for that matter.

There were times you could close your eyes and almost feel his touch, almost hear his voice but you knew it was just memories. Being haunted by a vampire was impossible, the worse part was knowing that if he was to be killed in purgatory you'd never know. He very well could've been dead before Sam made it topside.

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So much had occurred between that day and the present it felt longer than the three years that had passed. The trials were a failure, you nor Dean letting Sam finish the last one. You lost Benny to save Sam, you'd be damned if you were losing him and Dean of course wasn't letting his little brother go that easy.

Between angels falling, Dean taking the mark of Cain and killing a knight of hell only to end up a demon himself...you weren't sure you were even the same woman Benny had loved. There were days you looked in the mirror and barely recognized the eyes looking back at you. You'd never been what you would describe as gentle or naive but the years of hunting and losing so many people were starting to wear on you in moments.

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Jody and the girls were a saving grace. You loved Sam and Dean, they were family to you but Jody, Donna and the rest of the Sioux Falls crew helped to soothe a part of your soul that felt ragged.

With the last fight against Amara and Chuck had come to a draw you felt like you could finally catch your breath. You'd headed to spend the weekend with Claire and Alex when Sam had called while you were on the road saying Dean had disappeared.

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The worse thoughts went through your mind. Every possibility that flashed through your brain being worse than the last until he called you late that sunday night "Hey sweetheart. Um I'm working a case near Maine. Think you can head this way?"

You were a bit confused to say the least "Dean? Sam said you disappeared two days ago. Is everything ok?" He chuckled lightly "I promise I'm fine. Call Sam if you want, bring backup if you want but I really need you for this case" "You'll do the usual tests when I get there?" You asked hesitantly and could practically hear his grin "Of course. Now hit the road and get here"

"Send me the location and I'll be there as soon as I can but remember I don't drive like you"

Benny could feel the electricity in the air. Something big was about to land and he had no fucking clue what. Years had passed since he'd been back in purgatory, years of blood and fighting.

Maybe it was the most recent big bad you and the boys had took down or maybe something another hunter had killed even. He didn't think another set of hunters were capable of slicing down whatever was causing such a stir but there was always that possibility.

The moment a portal opened not far from him he thought he'd finally snapped, that his sanity had slipped away without him even realizing it. That was until the moment none other than Dean Winchester stepped out the portal. "How in the hell?" He muttered and saw a grin slip onto Dean's face "Not a lot of time to explain here but let's get you the hell outta here"

You pulled up to the location of the motel Dean had told you to meet him at. You parked next to the impala and before you could call he was walking out of the room and headed for your car. He flopped down in the passenger seat and pulled your vial of holy water you kept in the glove box out and took a swig before holding his hand out so you passed him the silver blade that always rode at your ankle. He slid it across his arm and a line of blood blossomed up.

"Satisfied?" You nodded so he smiled and passed the knife back "Then follow me. I need to get you up to speed" you eyed him as you climbed out your car because he was acting a bit off. You couldn't explain it but there was something going on and you knew it.

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You walked into the room behind Dean but clocked another presence before the door closed. You lunged for the figure before your mind could catch up with your actions and had it not been for the agility of the other body you probably would've plunged a blade into it.

Dean grabbed you, forcing the blade out of your hand as he held you back against his chest despite your struggles. You knew your eyes were wide and you probably looked nothing short of a wild animal at the moment with the way you were struggling against Dean but there was no way this was reality. There was no way your eyes weren't playing tricks on you, because Benny stood against the wall watching you carefully, bright blue eyes tracking your every movment.

"What the fuck is that Dean?" You struggled harder but Dean simply tightened his grip "Y/N! C'mon now like I'd put you in danger! Sweetheart, take a breath! It's him!"

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Your movements stopped suddenly and you felt every ounce of fight seep from your body as your eyes finally allowed themselves to roam over the figure standing a few feet away from you "How?" You asked in a whisper and Dean having realized you were no longer a threat released you "Amara owed me a favor and she couldn't bring back anyone from heaven so I used it for you"

You looked from Dean to Benny "It's really you?" He nodded slowly, that smile you always loved slipping onto his face "In the flesh darling" you took a step towards him before simply flinging yourself into his arms. He pulled you against his chest and you closed your eyes, waiting to wake up but when you opened your eyes you were still in his arms "I'm gonna go call Sam and check in then I'm going to the bar down the road. You kids catch up" Dean said before you heard the door shut.

It took you a moment to realize there was something different and when it hit you your eyes widened even further "You're human" he nodded "Amara let me keep the vampiric strength and stamina but yeah I'm human"

Every injury you, Dean or Sam had ever endured flash through your memory "What if you get hurt? Or sick? Please tell me you didn't choose it because of me, I loved you when you were a vampire I would've continued to love you as a vampire.." you were rambling and didn't even realize what you let slip until the smile that spread across Benny's face gave you a hint "You love me huh?"

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You shoved his chest playfully "Of course I love you Benny. I've waited three years to tell you I love you. Hell,I thought I'd never get the chance!"

He chuckled lightly "It was worth the wait to hear it and just so you know I didn't choose to be a human just for you even if you were a big deciding feature. I can move onto heaven or hell when I die now, I can be a hunter or something to help people and I can have a future with the woman I love"

You pulled him down into a kiss and it was like no time had passed. The electricity that shot through you was just like every other time his lips met yours but this was something that you thought was just possible in a dream. When you pulled away to let both of you catch your breath he leaned his head over on your shoulder "Damn I've missed you woman" you laughed lightly "I've missed you too"

He leaned back to let his eyes meet yours and smiled again "You are so damn beautiful" you shook your head "Always the sweet talker aren't ya Lafitte?" He brushed his lips against yours in another kiss. This one wasn't as urgent but full emotion. You ran your hands up to hook around his neck, deepening the kiss.

His hands slipped down to your thighs, easily picking you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. He walked towards the bed , laying you down gently. You pulled him down with you but broke the kiss before it could get any more heated than it already was.

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"Wait..wait a second" the moment the words left your mouth Benny halted his actions pulling back to look at you. Was he moving too fast after so long?

"What's wrong Y/N?" He asked and when you grinned he could tell you were biting back a laugh "What if I hurt you now? I'm used to you having vampiric healing" he narrowed his eyes slightly then leaned down to kiss your neck and when he nipped your pulse point the whine that left you was enough to make pull a groan from his lips "I think I can handle you darlin"

He laughed as he pulled you closer. He was back with you in his arms and had a chance to have a life with you. How the hell he'd gotten that lucky he wasn't sure but he knew better than to question it.

@123passwort

#benny lafitte x female!reader #benny lafitte x reader #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction

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Smoke Eater - Part 3

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: Ready for some more ridiculous flirting? lol

🔥 Series Masterlist

Song Inspo: “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie (of Fleetwood Mac) Word Count: 5,800 Tags/Warnings: Mutual pining, fluff, first encounters and first dates

Part 3: “Got a Hold on Me”

Your gaze drew a path onwards, eventually reaching the other end of the bar.

There you caught sight of red flannel over a black undershirt, familiar broad shoulders, and an even more familiar face. Your eyes widened a fraction as his met yours, gleaming with recognition…and interest.

That slow smile of his was familiar too. It made a lance of heat run down your spine. You gripped the counter, mostly to steady yourself as you let out a breath.

Lieutenant Winchester.

You couldn’t help but smile back as you met the man’s gaze across the bar.

You recognized his bearded friend, Benny, who leaned over and said something to Dean. You couldn’t hear him, of course, but maybe he was asking a question. Because Dean nodded and said something in reply before he picked up his glass of what looked like whiskey. And he smoothly got up out of his seat.

Anticipation and nerves coiled together in your lower belly. You turned to your friend, who was already sipping at her vodka cranberry.

“Dre, help me,” you pleaded.

Andréa discreetly followed the path of your gaze, and her brows raised. A smirk curved her lips.

“Oh, babe. You need to help yourself,” she replied.

“I haven’t done that in a while,” you admitted. Your dating life had been sorely lacking, between the demands of your job and taking care of things at home. “I’m gonna say something demented.”

Andréa huffed in amusement.

“So? That’s half the fun,” she said. A smile curved her lips. “I think I’m going to go play some pool.”

And with that, your friend abandoned you. She slid off her seat and patted your ass on her way over to one of the pool tables. You watched her go with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“There you go, hun,” said Jo. She slid your drink in front of you. It came in a deep round glass on a stem, with a straw on the side.

“Thanks,” you replied.

You opened the straw and took a small sip to steady yourself, as you saw Dean coming out of the corner of your eye.

You even pretended not to notice the handsome man sliding into the seat next to you. His elbows rested on the counter next to yours, and you finally glanced over at him.

“Can I help you, sir?” you asked. A coquettish smile played at your lips, but you even surprised yourself with your smooth delivery. Inside, you had butterflies.

You didn’t notice the way Jo’s gaze lingered on you and Dean, a frown marring her features. Though she soon moved on to another patron.

And Dean’s attention was solely on you. He gave you a handsome smile, full of charm. You gave him expectant brows.

“Well, we’ll see. I’ve got a question for you,” he said.

You indulged him with a nod. “Okay. What’s your question, Lieutenant?”

“Why Girl Scout cookies?” he asked, speaking of the baked goods you’d brought by the firehouse yesterday. “I mean, we’ve gotten cakes, muffins, Krispy Kreme donuts. But I gotta say, we’ve never gotten some bakery-style Trefoils.”

Your smile brightened a bit.

“Who doesn’t like ‘em?” you asked. “I mean, you can walk by their table and be all coy and pretend you’re not going to buy anything, but then you walk away with half a dozen boxes of Thin Mints.”

Dean chuckled, and you enjoyed the way it crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Or is that just me?” you added, and once again sipped at your drink.

Meanwhile, Andréa felt a hot gaze on her as she set up the cue balls on the pool table. She allowed it with a subtle smile. If it was the same one she’d crossed paths with earlier when she walked in with you, then she didn’t mind.

She was, however, getting impatient.

“Mind if I join you?”

The pleasant drawl of the man’s voice licked up her spine. When she glanced over her shoulder, her smile widened a fraction. Finally.

“For a game?” she asked. She straightened, brushing a smooth wave of dark hair off her shoulder.

And she turned to meet the bearded man standing casually behind her, resting his glass on the edge of the pool table. The gray of his rolled up, buttoned-down shirt brought out the vivid blue of his eyes. But even though he was tall and broad, he didn’t seem intimidating.

“To start with,” he said. His lips quirked at a smile. “But first, I think it’d be a damn shame if I didn’t ask for your name.”

Andréa’s head tipped to one side as she considered him. She picked up the second pool stick and handed it to him.

“Are you going to ask?” she replied. Her fingers curled around her own stick as she leaned a hip against the table.

It made him smile. Those eyes of his considered her dress, an earthy green that brought out the hazel in her eyes, warm against her tan skin. But he lingered on her face, full lips and long, dark lashes.

“What’s your name, beautiful?” he asked.

“Andréa,” she answered, and gestured to the pyramid of cue balls. “I’ll even let you go first, if I get your name.”

His smile deepened, and he leaned over beside her to line up his shot. He glanced over and found the challenge in her eyes was more than welcome.

“I’m Benny,” he said. He took the shot without looking at his target, breaking the pyramid and scattering cue balls across the table.

Back at the bar, your drink and your conversation were both bringing a pleasant buzz to your brain. You nodded along with the music when “Got a Hold on Me” by Christine McVie replaced Boston.

“You’re liftin’ me up,” she sang through the speakers. “Never let me down…and I smile whenever you’re around.”

Dean glanced at you with a small grin, shaking his head.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “What?”

“Nothin’,” he said. “I just didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”

Your brows furrowed. “Someone like me?”

He caught the look on your face, and his turned apologetic.

“Nah, I just mean…this doesn’t seem like your usual vibe,” he said.

You weren’t quite sure how to take that, but you eventually shrugged.

“To be honest, I don’t go out all that much,” you replied. “I like it here though. Good music, good drinks—”

“And good company, I hope,” Dean added in. You allowed that with a smile.

All the while, Christine kept singing.

“I’ve been down. I’ve been used. Now I know, I know, I know, I just can’t lose…”

“So did you guys like the cookies? Or did the Girl Scout thing put you off,” you teased. Dean’s lips quirked.

“Sweetheart, those delectables were gone by end of shift. I’m talking that afternoon. They were easily some of the best cookies I’ve ever tasted…I’m serious,” he said, when you became a bit bashful, and maybe disbelieving.

“I’m tellin’ you, if you had your own bakery, I’d be lining up every damn day,” he said. He then sent you a playfully suspicious look. “Matter of fact, you didn’t just buy those, did you?”

Your smiled warmed as you considered your half-empty glass. Your fingers traced the rim.

“Well, don’t laugh but…I actually went to culinary school,” you said. Dean’s brows rose high at the confession.

“Why would I laugh about that? That’s awesome!” he said. “Why didn’t you become a chef or something?”

Your gaze drifted downwards. “Well…let’s just say, life got in the way.”

His face dimmed a little at that. But you noticed, and you tried to perk up.

“So yes, sir. I baked all five dozen of those cookies with my own two hands,” you said more cheerfully. You raised waving fingers. “I’ve got the burns to prove it.”

You’d actually made a rookie move, trying to move one of the trays before it had sufficiently cooled down. It was bad enough that you had to apply some aloe last night.

Dean made a show of furrowing his brows, with playful concern.

“Let me see,” he said. He straightened in his seat, acting more “Lieutenant Winchester” as he took your hands and examined your palms and fingers. You blushed, and you bit your lip against a smile as his larger hands handled yours with care.

He did notice the redness on your fingertips, and part of your right palm. He glanced up at you.

“Do they hurt?” he asked.

You blinked at the genuine note in his question.

“Oh, not really,” you said. But you smiled at the fractional raise of his brows. “Well, maybe they still sting a bit, but it’s nothing. I had worse in school, believe me.”

Dean hummed as he considered your hands. Your face heated up further as you tried to get a read on what he was thinking. Was he about to do the cheesy thing and kiss it better? (Though you probably wouldn’t mind, even if he did.)

Instead, Dean reached into his own glass and grabbed an ice cube. After shaking off some excess water droplets, he moved the ice against the pads of your fingers, then down the fading red mark on your palm.

“That feel better?” he asked.

If possible, your blush intensified as your insides warmed and melted like hot butter. It was a sweet, and seemingly earnest gesture that plucked at your heartstrings.

And that was how Dean Winchester got your number before “Got a Hold on Me” ended.

Andréa was still chatting away at the bar with Benny by the time you decided to call it a night. She understood why you wanted to get home, to check on your grandfather.

You saw a bit of disappointment in Dean’s eyes when you said you needed to go, but he graciously offered to walk you to your car. It was pretty late, after all, and you had more than one reason to agree as he stepped out with you into the night.

You didn’t know if it was the evening chill, or his presence burning beside you that made a small shiver run through you. But once the two of you reached your car, you hesitated and looked up at Dean. You realized that you were reluctant to end this, whatever it was.

He quirked a smile down at you and tucked a wily strand of hair behind your ear.

“It was good to see you,” he said.

“Likewise, Lieutenant,” you replied, with a teasing gleam in your eyes. His were drawn to your face, lowering to your lips.

“Can I see you again?” he asked.

Again, your face warmed. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

His smile grew with his huff of amusement.

“Okay, how about I pick you up tomorrow night?” he offered. “That’s, uh…if you don’t got any plans.”

Your heart was hammering in your chest. Play it cool, for the love of God. Just say yes.

You didn’t usually agree to let a man pick you up on the first date, but something about Dean felt intrinsically trustworthy. Maybe it was the fact that he’d already saved you once this week.

“Sure,” you agreed, sounding more casual than you felt. “What did you have in mind?”

Dean considered that with a thoughtful look.

“Tell you what, let me take you to dinner. Somewhere nice,” he said. His hand raised to thumb at your warm cheek. He couldn’t see your blush, but you were sure he could feel it.

“I like dinner,” you admitted. Though you immediately wanted to slap yourself. Idiot!

Dean just laughed, and your blush turned to one of embarrassment.

“All right. Something we can agree on,” he said in amusement. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Get home safe, okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, though you paused, looking up at the indecision on his face. His gaze roamed your face, once again falling to your lips. Nervousness trilled down your spine, though you didn’t know why.

Maybe you were just a coward, but you didn’t wait for him to decide. You just gave him one last smile before you turned from him, unlocking your car with a press of a button on your keys.

“Well, goodnight,” you told him. “See you tomorrow.”

He nodded, stepping back from you. “See you soon.”

Well, it was tomorrow. And you were trying not to freak the hell out.

“That’s it,” Andréa said. “That’s the one.”

You had her on FaceTime, with your phone propped up on your dresser as you raided your closet.

Your hair was pinned up, your makeup done, and now, she’d helped you find the right outfit—a dress in vibrant emerald green that hugged your curves and fell to about mid-thigh. You smoothed out the straps and twisted to see yourself in the mirror.

“Why’re you frowning. This is perfect!” Andréa said.

“I just…” You sighed, once again trying to tug up the neckline. It was a bit lower than you preferred, but if you remembered right, your friend had encouraged this purchase a while back.

“It isn’t too much, is it?” you asked.

“Not for a first date with a smokin’ hot firefighter, mind the pun,” Andréa teased. “You’re a knockout, babe. He won’t be able to pick up his tongue off the floor…but I’m sure you can find a place for him to put it.”

You spluttered laughing, even after you made a scandalized sound. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, you knew you could always count on Andréa to hype you up. You appreciated that about her; she was confident without being petty or prideful. And while she never begrudged you for your more cautious approach to things, she did try to get you out of your comfortable shell when you needed it. This, apparently, was one of those times.

You chose a pair of black suede heels Dean hadn’t seen before, along with a few spritzes of perfume in strategic locations on your body.

“Okay, Dean’s supposed to get here at 8:00. Until then, regale me with more about your night with Captain Benjamin Lafitte,” you said, drawing out each word of the man’s name with a suggestive flourish.

Andréa gave a dreamy sigh. She smiled as she sat back against her headboard in bed.

“He was just so…” she trailed, like she was sorting through a collection of memories, savoring each one, all while trying to find a way to distill it all into a simple sentence. She had an artist’s mind, and so tended to romanticize. But you enjoyed the way she spun her stories.

“Earthy, and real, while still being charming,” she said. “I’m pretty sure he let me win the pool game. Which ordinarily would annoy the shit out of me, but when he offered to buy me another drink, I couldn’t say no, and…we talked until the bar closed.”

“Wow.” Your eyes widened as you made the finishing touches on your clipped up hair.

“Right? I’ve never had an experience like that with a perfect stranger,” she said. “I think…I think it was like, one of those connections you hear about, see on TV but never think it happens in real life. I’ll tell you, when we walked into the bar, his eyes were the first thing I saw. And they were the last thing I remember from that night, after he kissed me goodnight…well, more like made out against my car, but you get the idea.”

She smiled as her face became lost in thought. Meanwhile, you tried not to be envious that she’d had more courage than you.

“Are you going to see him again soon?” you asked. Andréa seemed to come back down to Earth at the question, meeting your gaze.

“I think so,” she said. “We’re trying to plan something for next week. He’s also a construction contractor.”

You nodded. “Yeah, Dean was telling me that a lot of them have part-time jobs when they’re not on shift.”

“Does he do anything on the side?” she asked.

“If I remember right, he said he fixes cars sometimes, but I’m not sure if he’s a certified mechanic,” you replied.

“Well, maybe he can spruce up your old-ass Toyota Camry. How long have you had that thing?” she asked.

You scoffed. “Since college. And it was old then, since I got it used…I think I’ve racked up about 200,000 miles on it.”

Andréa grimaced. “Oh God. You really need a new car, before that thing breaks down on you.”

“That’s what I keep tellin’ her,” said Grandpa George. He appeared in the doorway with a mug of tea. He waved at Andréa on your phone screen. “Hey there, sweetheart.”

“Hey, George. What’re your plans this evening? Go-karting or roller blading?” she teased with a grin.

George matched it with a hearty laugh. Andréa was his favorite.

“Well, I think I’ll start at the roller disco and see where my heart takes me,” he replied. Though he had fond stars in his eyes, and you smiled, knowing what memory he was about to recall.

“Ah, my wife and I met at one of those cheesy-ass places in the ‘70s,” he said. “She was a regular there, had the knee-high socks, the shiny skirt, her long hair whipping around like a rope… I remember she skated past me and knocked me clean onto my ass. I watched her skate away, that little skirt swishing. I think I was half in love right there.”

Your heart twinged, both for yourself and for him, as you could see the sting of melancholy in his eyes. Your grandmother had passed away a few years ago, but it was still deeply painful for both of you.

George shook his head, as if clearing the ghosts of memory from his mind. He looked over at you with a fond smile.

“Well, don’t you look beautiful?” he said. And he reached out for your hand, playfully raising it above your head and twirling you around as you smiled. “Reminds me of when your grandma helped you get ready for the senior prom.”

You snorted at that. “You mean when she almost glued my eyes shut, trying to get those fake lashes on?”

You’d rather pluck out your own eyes than have to ever again go through the “de-gluing process,” as she’d called it.

“It’s a shame we don’t have any pictures of you that night,” George considered. A knowing smile crossed his face. “You looked adorable.”

“I looked like I had a wonky eye,” you retorted. “Why do you think I burned all the evidence?”

Andréa tried not to, but she chortled at your expense. You shot her a narrowed look.

“Careful,” she teased. “Don’t strain yourself, Wonky. You’ve got a better night than prom ahead of you.”

“Speaking of, when’s that boy supposed to pick you up?” George asked.

You let out a breath, slightly nervous as you checked the time on your phone.

“In about ten minutes.”

“Okay, for the third time,” Sam said, trying his best to be patient. He sat on Dean’s bed while the man stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He was debating the age-old question: tie, or no tie?

“Red wine goes with red meat. White wine goes with chicken and fish,” Sam reminded him. “If you get red, you want to order a bottle of merlot. It’s full bodied without being dry as hell.”

“Yeah, merlot with meat. Got it,” Dean nodded. “What’s white again?”

“Everything else,” Sam said, once again. “If you order white, I’d say go with a pinot grigio. It’s light, can be dry or can be fruity. It all depends on personal preference, but I really like—”

“Well, I’m probably getting steak, so no to pinot,” Dean said. He finally decided on no tie, just a black suit jacket over the dark blue shirt, with a couple of buttons left open at the top.

Sam sighed and gestured at his brother. “And what if she wants fish? What if she hates red wine?”

Dean frowned. “Right. Okay. Pinot or merlot, got it.”

“Always ask to try it first,” Sam added. “Or here’s a thought. You could just be yourself. Order a beer and let her get whatever she wants.”

His frown deepening, Dean shook his head and left his bathroom. He crossed his bedroom to find his shoes—the nice black ones he only wore for weddings and funerals.

“Nah. This girl’s classy, Sam. Can’t half-ass this,” he said. A bit of unease coiled in his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it.

He couldn’t remember the last time he got nervous to meet a girl…maybe because he hadn’t gone out on an actual “dinner and conversation” date in a while.

Or at least, he didn’t think he could count his dates as real ones.

“You’ll be fine,” Sam said. He could see plainly what his brother didn’t want to admit, only because they knew each other so well.

Dean glanced over at Sam and flickered at a smile. He grabbed his keys, his wallet, and didn’t think he was missing anything…

“Dean,” Sam said. He nodded over at the bundle on the dresser. Dean reached for it and shot his brother a wink.

“Hold the fort, Sammy.”

His car rumbled to a stop in front of your house just a few minutes late. Dean took a moment to admire the nice-looking beige house with its dark trim, old but still in good condition. And he wondered if you had roommates, or if you lived alone. Maybe you even owned this place.

He wasn’t sure, as he could only see one car in the driveway (your car, he recognized). He knew he’d need about two or three other roommates to be able to afford this two-story house.

He straightened his collar and blew out a breath. Get it together, asshole. You’re going on a date, not running into a burning building.

Funny, he’d probably be less nervous with the latter.

You’re not nervous, he reminded himself. You like her, that’s all…yeah.

Rolling his eyes at himself, Dean turned off the car and grabbed his key out of the ignition on his way out. He walked up the red brick path up to the porch and knocked on your door.

His pulse picked up a bit when he heard a pair of heels approaching the door. Soon enough, it opened, and Dean was greeted with a sight. Namely your face, and a smile spreading across it.

Beautiful, he couldn’t help but think, as his gaze dipped to take in the rest of you. He liked the color of your pretty green dress, the soft and classy makeup, the goddamn sexy heels, and the way your hair was pinned up. (Even though it looked so soft, he wanted to see it loose.)

He liked it all, especially that you seemed happy to see him.

“Hey there,” you said, a little breathy, like you’d been hastening down the stairs.

Dean gave you a smile, along with the small bouquet of flowers he’d been hiding behind his back.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. His smile deepened when you uttered a gasp at the modest bundle of red tulips. “Feel like I should’a gone with something more impressive to match you. You look beautiful.”

You glanced up at him with a sweet smile, but you took the flowers and shook your head.

“No, these are gorgeous. I…can’t remember the last time someone gave me flowers,” you admitted.

It was a bit old-fashioned, but one of Dean’s earliest memories as a kid was seeing his dad come home, late from work as he so often was. But he’d stopped along the way at his mom’s favorite flower shop. He brought her red tulips rather than red roses.

Dean didn’t know why. Maybe that was her favorite flower, or maybe the roses were all out. In his memory though, his mom’s upset faded whenever she saw those flowers.

“Thank you,” you said warmly, taking Dean out of his thoughts. He flashed you a smile touched with slight embarrassment. He drew a hand through his short hair at the back of his head.

“Well, uh, are you ready?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yep! Just need to grab my purse and put these in some water.”

You welcomed him inside the house while he waited for you to find a vase. Dean took the opportunity to look around from where he stood in the hall. It looked big on the outside, but inside, it looked like a cozy family home. He took in the wood furniture, a paisley couch in the living room, family pictures on the wall and in a China cabinet rather than actual fine China.

It didn’t exactly scream high-powered saleswoman, but maybe you’d inherited it from your family. Or you were going to have it fixed up before you sold it, like some Property Brothers-type action. Or he was reading too much into it entirely, and should just focus on the fact that you’d agreed to go out with him to begin with.

Dean perked up when you returned with your purse on your shoulder and the tulips in a vase, which you set down on the living room coffee table for now. You greeted him again with smile.

“I’ll find a better place for those later, just didn’t want to keep you waiting,” you said.

“You’re good,” he said. He offered you his hand, along with a grin. “I hope you’re hungry though. I know how much you like dinner.”

You giggled, ducking your head in embarrassment. You followed him out the front door.

“If we can forget about that tipsy foot-in-mouth moment, that’d be great,” you said. Dean shook his head.

“Sorry, my mind’s like a steel trap,” he teased, even as he led you down the few steps of your porch in your heels.

“Oh, really?” Your brow raised. “Okay, I’ll remember you said that.”

Dean smirked. “Uh oh. Why do I feel like that one’s gonna bite me in the ass someday?”

“We’ll see,” you replied in amusement. “Future dinners might be on the line here.”

Your eyes widened when you finally saw his car parked behind yours in the driveway. Big and black and sleek and Chevrolet.

“Wow. That’s your car?”

Dean shot you a grin that was somehow proud without being smug.

“You like her?” he asked. He unlocked the car and even opened the passenger side door for you.

Wow again. A rare gentleman. You smiled and obliged him by climbing in.

“I think I do,” you said. Dean got in on his side after closing your door. The doors creaked and the engine rumbled when he turned the ignition. He looked over at you in a way that made your insides both flutter and melt. Anticipation and warmth.

“Think she likes you too,” he said.

Shit, what did Sam say? Dean stared down the wine menu, which may as well have been a Chinese grocery list, for all he knew.

Red was what? What the hell is a Malbec? Sounds like a kind of fish. That can’t be red wine.

He discreetly raised his gaze above the menu. You were sitting there, pretty much perfect while you looked over the appetizer menu. This was an Italian restaurant. A nice one, and a cut above Dean’s usual dining spots. Neither of you had eaten here before, but you looked vastly more comfortable than he felt.

“What sounds better to you, clams or bruschetta?” you asked. Your eyes flicked up to his thoughtfully. “You don’t strike me as a clammy kinda guy.”

A smile tugged at his lips. There was a “clam” joke in there somewhere, but he wasn’t sure you’d appreciate it.

“Bruschetta is the toast with little tomatoes, right?” he asked.

“Yep,” you nodded, but then your head tilted as you looked down at the menu again. “Or we could do meatballs. Comes with two—a ball each.”

You bit your lip over a smile, tinged with embarrassment, like you didn't realize what you were saying until you said it.

Dean smirked. Maybe your sense of humor was more in line with his than he expected.

“Well, I don’t typically go for balls, meaty or otherwise. But whatever you want, sweetheart,” he teased. Truth be told, he loved Italian meatballs, but right now, he liked your snort of amusement even more.

By the time the server, Liam, came to the table, you seemed to know what you wanted, while Dean was still looking over the wine list like it was Calculus homework.

“Would you like something to drink?” Liam asked.

Dean paused, unsure of how to respond. He glanced at you on reflex. You were waiting for him to say something, he knew. He just wasn’t sure what he could say that didn’t make him look like an idiot.

“I’ll have a glass of this Cabernet Sauvignon,” you replied to the server, and pointed out the name of the wine on the list. He nodded and wrote that down, then turned to Dean next.

“And for you, sir?” Liam asked.

Again, Dean had a conundrum.

He decided to play it safe. “I’ll have the same.”

You eyed him a moment, before you turned back to Liam.

“Can we try it first? See if we like it,” you said.

“Certainly,” he nodded. “Do you want to start with an appetizer?”

“Yes. The meatballs, please,” you replied, glancing at Dean with secret amusement. His lips hinted at a smirk.

When the server left to put in the order, you rested your elbows on the table and folded your hands under your chin.

“Something tells me you’re not big on wine,” you said.

Dean’s smile became more self-deprecating as he tapped a finger on the table.

“That obvious, huh? …Well, can’t say I didn’t try.”

“Dean Winchester.” Your head tilted as you considered him. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“Trying, maybe. Doubt I’m succeeding,” he admitted with a short laugh.

You let out a small sigh, but you didn’t look disappointed.

“I just want to get to know you,” you said. “You don’t have to woo me or anything.”

His brow rose in a subtle challenge. “What if you deserve a bit of wooing?”

You glanced down then, with a pretty blush beginning to dust your cheeks. He could still spot it in the dim lamplight, and it made him smile.

“I get what you’re saying,” he inclined his head. “I just have a feeling the guys you go out with know how to order a bottle of wine, at least.”

You met his gaze at that. Your brows drew together, and it wasn’t until that that you realized what Dean seemed to be thinking. Like you were somehow better than him, or out of his league. While that was incredibly flattering (and downright surprising), it just wasn’t true, you felt.

You’d been nervous as hell up until this point, convinced that this man’s interest was half because he’d saved you. Because really, between the cut of that jaw, that smile, and those eyes, he could have anyone. And yet, he’d noticed you.

So now, you gained enough courage to reach across the table and rest your hand over his. It earned his attention.

“Look, Dean,” you said. “You don’t know anything about the kind of guys I go out with, so why don’t you just try to get to know me, instead of being whatever you think I want?”

There was a challenge in your eyes, but your smile softened it, along with your hand in his. Dean curled his fingers around your hand, and he nodded.

“That’s fair,” he said. His thumb drew across the back of your hand as he considered what you’d said. He realized he wasn’t being fair…

“See, women tend to like the firefighter thing, until they don’t,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Well, after a little while, it’s like the shine wears off,” Dean admitted. “Between the long, sometimes inconsistent hours, the weight of the job… It’s either too much, or not enough, you know?”

As much as that disheartened you to hear, you kind of understood what he was saying. First responders led challenging lives, and you could imagine how hard it would be to maintain relationships—from family and friends to lovers. And when he met your eyes, you had a feeling you knew what he was really saying underneath.

It’s not enough…or he’s not enough?

You frowned and squeezed his hand.

“That must make it hard to find a real connection with someone,” you said.

Dean read the look in your eyes: sympathetic, but not pitying. He appreciated that, and you right now. But he was also getting a bit embarrassed. Good job, Mr. Overshare.

He let go of your hand just to lean back in his seat and card his fingers through his hair. He blew out a breath.

“Sorry. Don’t know why I’m saying all this crap,” he said with a chuckle.

You smiled and crossed your arms on the table. “It’s not crap.”

He gave you a wry smile.

This Dean is not what I expected, you thought. He was all panty-dropping smiles and one-liners, until he wasn’t. Behold, the softie underneath.

Liam soon returned with two glasses with a sample of the wine you’d requested. Dean took his glass, but waited a moment to watch you bring yours up to your face. You inhaled first before you took an experimental sip. You smiled and hummed at the taste. It led Dean to sip his as well.

He immediately made a face at the bitter, strong taste that razed across his tastebuds. He was used to the burn of alcohol, but this was just gross.

That’s when he caught that look on your face—a small smile as you gauged his reaction.

“Refreshing,” Dean quipped. And dry as hell.

“You want a beer instead?” you asked.

“Definitely,” Dean nodded, looking up at Liam. “Heineken, if you please.”

“That I can do.” The other man quirked a smile. “And for you, miss?”

You tapped on the rim of your wine glass. “A glass of this please. Thank you.”

“Absolutely,” Liam replied. “I’ll bring those shortly.”

Dean watched you with a smile. You caught him at it and smiled back questioningly.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nothin’.”

He liked the way you carried yourself. Smart and classy, without being a snob. Confident and sexy at times, while shy and freakin’ adorable at others…

Damn, Dean thought. He liked you. He did.

And he didn’t want to admit it, but that kind of scared him.

AN: Hohoo, so believe it or not, this is just part 1 of the first date! The rest is to come in the next chapter. But how did you like this so far?

Next Time:

You watched him curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket. He wrapped it around your shoulders, like this was some kind of Hallmark moment.

Heh. Can’t believe Meg had it right, he thought, as he caught your blush.

“Thanks,” you said softly.

“Can’t let you catch cold in this little dress,” Dean reasoned.

He gently tugged you in closer by the ends of his jacket. Once again, his gaze was drawn to your face, your eyes, and finally your lips. You still held both ice cream cones between you two, but he could be careful enough to sample something else.

He started to lean in…

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writethelifeyouwant · 2 years

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

Bad guy

Summary: MoC!Dean needs to get out and let off some steam, and Donny’s bar serves up the perfect girl. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: MOC!Dean, rough sex, d/s vibes, slut shaming, light bondage, daddy!Dean, daddy kink Word Count: 5.2k (oneshot)

Be thankful

Summary: Thanksgiving at Jody’s house sported a pretty impressive spread, but when Dean walks in on Claire enjoying a different kind of spread, he can’t resist joining in and reminding her just what she has to be thankful for this year. Pairing: Dean x Claire x Kaia Rating: 18+ Tags: M/F/F threesome, age gap, bisexual threesome, dom/sub themes, degradation, dirty talk, oral sex (f rec), fingering, orgasms Word Count: 817 (drabble)

Birthday Surprise

Summary: When Y/N is hurt on a hunt, it’s not major, but she still decides to stay home in the Bunker to recover instead of joining Sam and Dean on the next one. Down a person, and needing some magical assistance, the boys enlist the help of Rowena. Dean is brooding the entire hunt, blaming himself for Y/N’s injury, and nearly getting himself hurt due to his distraction. Rowena, fed up with Dean’s baggage, decides to give the man an early birthday present in the hopes of making him feel better about everything. Pairing: Dean x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: brooding Dean, Dean’s self-loathing, Sam & Rowena bromance, the gift of knowledge, the consequences of knowledge, unintended consequences, masturbation, public masturbation (kind of), simultaneous orgasms, kissing, implied oral sex, surprise fluff Word Count: 5.2k (oneshot)

Caught In A Trap

Summary: On the night of the transformation, Dean stumbles into a snare, ending his night’s frivolities injured and trapped. Y/N comes across the Alpha and offers to let him recover in her cabin nearby, but Dean doesn’t want help from some little Omega; he doesn’t need it. Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: Dub Con, shifter Alpha, a little more werewolf-y than normal A/B/O, Dean’s an asshole, Omega heat, hate sex, rough sex, claws / scratching, oral (f rec), fingering, p in v, knotting, hint of praise kink, bit of dirty talk Word Count: 3.1k (oneshot)

Good Influence (Part 1)

Summary: Jody thinks having Sam and Dean around is a good influence on Claire and Alex. Claire has stopped acting so aggressively and Alex is starting to come out of her shell a little more; if only she knew the real reason why… Pairing: Dean x Claire Tags: teenage angst, dirty talk, Daddy kink, female masturbation, pussy spanking Word Count: 2.1k (mini series part)

Lost

Summary: When Dean finally finds Castiel in Purgatory, their reunion is all consuming. Pairing: Dean x Castiel Rating: 18+ Warnings: Non Con/Withdrawn Consent, Major Character Death Tags: Destiel, hint of Denny, Lovers to Enemies, Erotic Cannibalism kinda… IDEK ok Word Count: 1.1k (oneshot)

Monsterfucking

Summary: Hi, my name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and monsterfucking. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Benny Lafitte Rating: 18 Tags: Omegaverse, Purgatory, Monsterfucking, Alpha!Benny, Alpha!Dean, Top!Benny, Bottom!Dean, Bi!Benny, Bi!Dean, Outdoor Sex, Oral Sex, Brief Blood Kink (he’s a vampire guys, what did you expect) Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Knotting Word Count: 2.3k (oneshot)

Thanks for the Pie

Summary: Random drabble to fill this bingo square, not to be taken too seriously 😂 Pairing: Dean x Jody Rating: 18+ Tags: non hunting AU, friends with benefits, oral (f rec), sex in the kitchen, bad puns Word Count: 604 (drabble)

The Levee Broke

Summary: Dean and Cas have been dancing around this for as long as Cas could remember, he's just been waiting for the levee to break. Pairing: Dean x Castiel Rating: 18+ Tags: pining!Cas, first times are awkward, making out, car sex Word Count: 2k

Wait For Me

Summary: Dean wants to blow off a bit of steam on his own, so he leaves Sam to his research and hits up the local watering hole. Pairing: Dean x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: one night stand, bar hookup, semi-public sex, attentive lover, mutual comfort, touch starved, volume control, dirty talk, praise kink, orgasm control, a teensy bit of breath play Word Count: 4k

#dean winchester #dean #supernatural #dean x reader #dean x claire #dean x cas #dean x benny #dean x jody

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thebiggerbear · 15 days

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thebiggerbear Upcoming Works List

Dragons & Cake (Rhaenyra x Alicent)

i still don't know what you're thinking (when you look at me) (Beau x Jenny)

Just A Little Longer (Jacob Black x Female!Reader)

No Warning (Beau x Cassie)

nothing to win and nothing left to lose (Jake Gray x Female!Reader)

One Last Time (Buck x Eddie)

One More Ride For Me (Beau x Cassie)

Santa Beau (Beau x Cassie)

Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy (Beau x Cassie)

Show Me What I Only Know the Limits Of (Edward Cullen x Female!Reader)

standing in the dust of what's left of us (Jon x Daenerys)

Take What You Need (Jacob x Bella)

Three Inches (Eleven x Max)

Traditions (Beau x Cassie)

we won’t always be far from home (Cassie x Jenny)

What Happened Last Night (Beau x Cassie)

Worse Than Our Hearts Believe (Beau x Cassie)

your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth (Daenerys x Tyrion)

Current Upcoming Works For:

Characters: Arya Stark ● Daenerys Targaryen ● Jon Snow ● Robb Stark ● Margaery Tyrell ● Jason Teague ● Clark Kent ● CJ Braxton ● Boaz Priestly ● Tish M ● Jake Gray ● Rachel Gatina ● Tom Hanniger ● Alec McDowell ● Beau Arlen ● Jenny Hoyt ● Cassie Dewell ● Dean Winchester ● Sam Winchester ● John Winchester ● Castiel ● Anael ● Bela Talbot ● Benny Lafitte ● Soldier Boy ● Billy Butcher ● Ominis Gaunt ● Professor Mirabel Garlick ● Sebastian Sallow ● Harry Potter ● Hermione Granger ● Draco Malfoy ● Davina Claire ● John Grimm ● Sam Uley ● Rosalie Hale ● Carlisle Cullen ● Carine Cullen ● Edythe Cullen ● Jessamine Hale ● Natasha Romanoff ● Bobby Reyes ● Jamie Whelan ● Joe Velasco ● Terry Bruno ● Rip Wheeler ● Sam Carpenter ● John Tate ● Sarah Connor ● Alicia Clark ● Negan Smith ● Maggie Greene Rhee ● Lexa Kom Triku ● SDV Leah ● SDV Haley ● SDV Shane ● HM Ann ● HM Karen ● Tom Davidson ● Miles Upshur ● Eddie Gluskin ● Lucy Donato ● Optimus ● Goliath ● Bane ● Livia|Eve

Ships: Destiel ● Dela ● Sam x Sarah ● Anael x Castiel ● Anna x Mary ● Anna x Ruby ● Anael x Ruby ● BuckTommy ● Buddie ● Jonsa ● Daensa ● Jason x Lana ● CJ x Jen ● Tom x Sarah ● Priestly x Tish ● Jake x Dakota ● Max x Alec ● Daenerys x Tyrion ● Daenerys x Margaery ● Clexa ● Octavia x Niylah ● Norman x Emma ● Samuel x Liz ● Belward ● Jenesmee ● Jacob x Bella ● Jalice ● Sam x Bella ● Sam x Renesmee ● Leah x Renesmee ● Edward x Esme ● Esme x Leah ● Carlisle x Bella ● Seth x Bree ● Harmione ● Dramione ● Fleurmione ● Harry x Luna ● Cedric x Hermione ● Luce x Rachel ● John x Sam ● Clary x Luke ● Liz x Tess ● Michael x Liz ● Wildwin ● Bloom x Reynolds ● Eli x Cornelia

Crossover Ships: Dean x Bella ● Dean x Buffy ● Dean x Cassie ● Dean x Jenny ● Jenny x Soldier Boy ● Edythe x Bella ● Edythe x Jacob

#upcoming projects list #thebiggerbear #thebiggerbear upcoming projects list #as of right now

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August 2023 Fic Rec List

A variety of fandoms. A bit of angst and smut, and a good amount of comfort and fluff.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~DCU~

No Title ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Rick Flag x Reader)

~MCU~

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Will You? ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~Star Trek~

Sweet Emotions ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jim Kirk x Reader)

~Supernatural~

All I Need is You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: A terrible day has stolen Y/N's joy, can Dean bring it back?

All In or All Out? ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean needs an answer.

All That Matters ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

Black Hole ~ @jay-and-dean. Author's Summary: She saved his life, and since then, she doesn’t want to live anymore… That doesn’t make sense… (Dean x Reader)

Brick by Brick ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Cracks In The Plaster ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After a long day in the car, Dean’s got plans to relieve a little tension…

Devour Me-Part 1 ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

Hotel California Masterlist ~ @muchamusedaboutnothing. Author's Summary: What first appears to be a reprieve on a long stretch of desert road turns out to be more than the Winchesters bargained for.

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Jody Mills)

Now and Then Masterlist ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.

Sam Is Wearing Green Today ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sam Winchester x Reader)

The Sweet Things ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Washed Away ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.

On AO3

Gone Too Long ~ @wayward-and-worn Drabble Series

Beau Arlen x Reader ~ Author's Summary: What happens when Beau is away from her for too long.

Benny Lafitte & Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when you keep them from their lover.

Dean Winchester/Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when he's away from her too long.

Soldier Boy x Reader ~ Author's Summary: Set in the same timeline as “Old Habits�� but taking place in the time before Soldier Boy’s “disappearance.” He’s back from a mission and he doesn’t want Countess. He wants her.

On Patreon

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Another War ~ Author's Summary: Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering... even in the bedroom. (Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader)

Keep Watching ~ Author's Summary: The journey is a long one and Y/N is tired of waiting for some fun... (Dean x F!Reader, Sam)

Stay With Me ~ Author’s Summary: Dean is into his second bottle of whiskey, desperate to drive his problems away. But he knows deep down, the booze isn't what he truly needs... (Dean Winchester x F!Reader)

Tremble Like a Flower ~ Author’s Summary: Soldier Boy likes to keep you for himself, using you whenever he feels the need to release a little extra tension... (Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader)

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 23 & 24 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #august 2023 #090423

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xicarcalii · 2 years

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2194 Kripke Lane

Chapter I: Hurdy Gurdy Man.

Summary: Can one man change the rest of the reader's whole day? A friendship maybe or even more. After the reader's car has a leak she pulls into Singer's car service and repair. Meeting a very handsome green-eyed mechanic named Dean.

Series Warnings: Angst, language, fluffy stuff yall, slow-burn...ish I guess? Awkward! Dean but he's still a cutie, drinking, mentions of sex, more angst, ex-boyfriend dick bags, hospital situations, mentions of domestic violence, death? I think that's it but if not ill just sneak more warnings in there.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Waitress!Reader (eventually)

Other Characters: Reader x OFC (eventually), Bobby Singer, Mary Winchester, Lisa Braedon (mentioned), Benny Lafitte, Sarah Blake, Jo Harvelle.

Divider by: @holylulusworld

“Stay with us!”

A Muffled voice faded in and out of earshot, your eyelids twitched as they squirmed against the bright white light. Your head swam, feeling too nauseous to even open your eyes. Frantically someone forced your head up and pressed an oxygen mask securely around your mouth. “Cher, I need you to try and stay still for me, I'm inserting an IV.” His voice instructed urgently, out of breath. “Any pain?” You tried to roll your head to the side but the neck brace restricted you from doing so. Your panic-filled breaths fogged the plastic mask up making you rip it off. “Jaxson? Where’s my son, he was in the car with me – is he – is he okay, he’s not hurt, is he?” The EMT moved your hand away, to secure the mask once more. His partner glanced down at you with a soft reassuring smile. “He’s okay, he’s in an ambulance a few cars ahead of us, he’s going to the pediatric unit.” You couldn’t comprehend what she was saying, too focused on how it felt like you were suffocating, rapidly breathing from the shock. She gently stroked your damp hair which was most likely blood. “Dispatch, Lafitte, and Blake. McKennan North Central Alpha 1-0-1"

First Responder- “Unit call Mckennan go ahead with the report.”

“Avera McKennan, North Central Alpha 1-0-1 enroute with a priority-3, 22-year-old female, two zero- two-two. The patient was restrained in a motor vehicle accident. States her car was sputtering at an intersection when she was T-boned by another car that went through a red light; the hit and run was traveling approximately 55 to 75 miles per hour. The patient has chest and neck injuries; says she was hit with a front airbag – side airbag not deployed... loss of consciousness. Blood pressure 137/83, pulse and heart rate irregular – most likely in shock. IV is inserted but no fluids yet. Sates 8/10 pain. We're pulling into your facility right now. Do you require anything further?”

First Responder- “Nope see you on arrival.”

You woke up in the hospital, the last thing you remembered was driving back home after Jax’s baseball game. You’d soon find out that after the car accident, you had a broken leg, fractured arm, and a concussion. The doctor gently knocked on the door before entering your room. “You’re finally up, you gave us quite the scare young lady.” He looked away from his clipboard and glanced up at you through his eyelashes. “How do you feel?” You shrugged, “okay I guess.” You looked around the room, expecting for your gaze to fall on Jax but it never did.

“Where’s my son? Can I see him?” He gave you a light-tipped smile. “Dr. Castillo suggested he stay in his room and rest for now. But he’s doing just fine. No broken bones just a deep cut on his forehead; the little dude should be out of the unit by tomorrow.” You slowly closed your eyes; sighing in relief.

“Son, I gotta go pick up a hit and run. We got our work cut out for us.” Dean nodded, pursing his lips, reaching for a rag in the back of his pocket. “Alright, how long will it take? I can try and finish up this leak and get to work on the car when you bring it back.” He said while wiping the grease off his hands. Bobby gave him a dismissive wave, don’t worry about it. “I doubt we’ll be able to save it anyways.”

“Then what’s the point? Why not just use it for scrap?”

“Your mom’s really close with the girl and teaches her little boy. She wanted me to at least try and fix it.”

“I’ll see ya in a bit.”

Bobby rubbed the back of his neck. “Mary, I – I I don’t know about this one.”

“Bobby, please. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you guys could do it.”

“Is that her boy?” Jax sat on a wooden bench, kicking his little legs as they swung back and forth. The five-year-old looked a lot younger than he actually was. He had dirty blonde hair; styled a lot like Dean’s. Dark jeans with a striped green and white shirt and black and white converse. He even had a Superman cape on top of his black jacket. The little boy was too damn cute for Bobby to say no. He looked too vulnerable than most, and he felt sorry for him. No kid – no one, should have to endure that kind of trauma. “Balls…Alright, alright.”

“Thank you, Bobby. And do you think you could maybe take him back with you?” Mary said with a tight smile. “Please?” Bobby was quiet, rubbing a hand over his face. “I would bring him to school with me, but the doctor wants him to stay home for a week or so, to make sure he’s okay. And you know how Lisa is…”

The ride to the garage for Bobby was longer than expected. He loved kids, but it was downright weird for Mary to have sprung this random little boy on him. He caught Jax turning to look at him every so often and sometimes he would look at the five-year-old too. “Thank you,” Jax mumbled as he wrapped his arms tighter around his Superman toy. “You’re welcome, son.” Bobby hopped out, walking towards the back of the tow. Hearing the passenger door slam shut, made Bobby halt and peer over the side of the car. Jax shuffled his way over to the older man.

“Hey, uh, Bob-” Dean broke off after walking outside, over to the tow truck. He immediately stopped in place, eyebrows raising in confusion. “Who’s this?”

Bobby kept his undivided attention on the task at hand when answering Dean. “This is Jaxson. Your mom told me to look after him until she gets off work.”

Jax jumped at the sudden barks coming from the garage. A 10-month-old Zeppelin wriggled happily when he got a small glimpse of Jax. He stood and stared at Dean a second. It had looked like the little boy wanted to ask him something, but was too shy to muster anything. Bobby nudged his thumb towards his nephew. “Jaxson this is Dean, my nephew.” The mechanic took a step closer and gave the five-year-old a quick wave. “Wanna know something cool?” Jax fidgeted slightly with his toy, not looking at Dean. “What?” He squatted down to Jax’s level, letting his elbows rest on his knees. Dean held up his index finger while pointing to the band-aid that Jax had on his cheek, and smiled.

“We have matching band-aids!” He slowly looked up at the mechanic through his eyelashes. A small duchenne smile began to appear on his face as he nodded. “I got mines from Mrs. Winchester. She said that the scooby doo band-aids look cooler than ones I got from the hospitsal.”

“She’s not wrong, it looks a lot cooler now. And it's hospital bud.”

“That’s what I said,” he sassed. “But why did she give you one?”

“I cut my finger when I was fixing a car.”

“Jaxson, you know that Mrs. Winchester is Dean's mom, right?” Bobby said, looking up at the boys for a moment. Jax looked between the two men with his jaw slacked and eyes widen. “She is?” He asserted. “Yeah, and she has a lot of the scooby doo band-aids cause they’re my favorite.”

“I like the superman ones she has but I think these are cool too.”

Dean chuckled to himself before peering up at Bobby then over to his dog. “Why don’t you go over and keep Zeppelin some company.” Jax hesitated but he was reminded by the two men how nice the puppy was. He wagged his little tail and looked up at him with his deep dark brown eyes. When Jax got on his knees, the Labrador rolled onto his back. The dog's leg shook frantically when he rubbed his stomach. Casually, the dog did not once, take his eyes off the newest guest. Zeppelin licked his cheek as Jax softly laughed, giddy at the happiness that radiated off of the dog. Dean couldn’t believe some dick would just drive off after doing that kind of damage to a car; let alone a young woman with her son in the backseat. On top of that, he was too curious as to what exactly happened anyways. The driver's side of the car was completely smashed in; he was surprised you were still alive. Dean looked over his shoulder to make sure Jax was distracted enough before he spoke up. "So, what happened?” He asked as he crossed his arms, stepping closer to Bobby. The older man hung his head, "the car was sputtering. Some jackass ran a red light, t-boning the girl.” Bobby’s features softened when he glanced over at the little boy. “The kid was in the backseat. He ended up with just some stitches but his mom, she took a bigger hit of it. She’s still in the hospital.” Dean was lost in thought; Bobby’s voice becoming muffled. He had a hunch but he didn’t want that hunch to be true. Bobby waved his hand in his face, snapping him back into reality. “Dean, you listening?”

“I – I I’ve seen this car before. I fixed a flat and the engine not even two weeks ago.”

The older man squinted at him in superstition, “this wouldn’t be the same car I think it is, would it?”

He suppressed a laugh, “maybe?”

To avoid any more confrontation between the two, Dean suggested that he take Jax out for some breakfast because he too, could use some food. However, he wanted to also rid himself of the longing tension between him and his uncle after what had been discussed when it came to your car payment situation.

“You did what?” Bobby hollered when throwing the Rench on the floor. “I cut the price down,” Dean began while his eye squinted between the small space he made with his thumb and index finger. “Just a bit.”

“A bit! Boy, you cut the price down by another 100 and 60 bucks. We're not a charity case, Dean this is my job.”

“She did give me 100 dollars Bobby. I mean at least she didn’t give me like 30 dollars or something.”

“Yeah, but after you had already cut the price down to 70 dollars!” Bobby stalked closer to his nephew, “this ain’t a joke boy. This is how I put food on the table for my family.” He put his finger in Dean’s face, “and I'll be dammed if you screw that up.” Bobby spat. He held his hands up in defense, “alright, alright I’ll fix it.”

Slowly the older man's finger descended from Dean’s face. "You better, or I'll let your daddy handle this one. And I think we both don’t want that to happen now do we?” He looked down at his shoes, avoiding the glare from his uncle. “No sir.”

When the two made it to the Roadhouse, Dean let Jax lead the way over to a booth before they both plopped down in their seat. The both of them stayed silent until a waitress came over to the table. “Hey, Dean!” Perking his head up, his green eyes lit up to who they fell upon. It was Joanna Singer. The two of them grew up together since their dad’s being so close. They had parties together, holidays, birthday parties, and cookouts. A time did come where the two did go out a few times to see if their relationship could blossom into something more, but it never did. That didn’t stop her from batting her eyes at him every so often or replying with a few flirty remarks.

“Hey, Jo.”

“Didn't expect to see you here so early.”

“Yeah well, I had to get outta there before your dad put me 6 feet under.”

“What happened? Are you okay? I mean, I can talk to him if you want me to.” Dean gave a dismissive wave. “Nah, don’t worry about it, it’ll blow over soon.” She tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, “let me know if you need my help.” She said, smiling at him nervously. Dean gave her a tight smile before she brushed off the awkward silence and looked over at Jax. “Who’s this?”

“This is Jaxson. His mom, she got –” Dean shot a quick glance over to Jax, before correcting himself. “My mom teaches him.”

“Oh well, it’s nice to meet you, Jaxson!”

The little boy gave the young woman a small pleased smile.

“Can I get you guys something to drink?”

“I’ll have a coffee, and what about you bud?”

He shrugged lightly, looking down at his lap. “How about some orange juice for our little superhero today?” Jax peered up at her for a second. “Apple juice, please.” He said, pulling out his coloring book and crayons to keep himself busy until his food came. Dean thanked the blonde as she left with a longing smile that meant more behind it than Dean thought it did. His eyebrows shot up for a moment before reaching for the menu. But when he caught a glimpse of what Jax was coloring, he became too invested in the picture instead. “Jaxson, what’s with Elmo? He’s not blue.” Jax snorted, "I know.” He said while continuing to carelessly color. “Last time I checked kids normally color him red.” The five-year-old crinkled his nose and gave the man a quick glance. “Yeah, but Elmo’s red, and I don’t like red. Grover's way better because he’s blue.” Dean threw his hands up, “fair enough. Elmo’s voice is weird anyway.” Jax nodded, “I tell mama that all the time, but she says that’s not nice to say because it would hurt his feelings.” He began to scribble around the edges of the page as Dean took a bite of his bacon. “Also, it’s Jax, not Jaxson.” He said as his small arms reached for his apple juice. “My bad little man.”

“It’s no biggie.” Dean studied the little boy for a moment. He could notice Jax’s drooping eyelids and the inner corners of his lips pulling into a small frown. “You feeling okay today?” He shrugged nonchalantly, before taking a bite of his pancakes. “Alright,” he brushed his hands together, ridding of any bacon crumbs. “What’s wrong? You should be excited. You get to see your mom later!” Jax wiped the syrup from around his mouth using his sleeve as a napkin. “It's not that.” He put his head in his hands. “Then what’s up?” He popped his head back up, “everyone at school is gonna make fun of me.” Aggressively, he pointed to the giant butterfly band-aid that went across his forehead; making his statement valid. “I look rediclous.” He exclaimed through gritted teeth. “Ridiculous,” Dean corrected when taking a long sip of his coffee. “Dude that’s what I just said, rediclous.”

Things were quiet between them for a few minutes. Dean was never really around kids and he didn’t have friends who had any either. So, trying to comfort a little boy was foreign to him. He took a fork full of eggs.

“You know.” He began with his mouth still full, “that scar is gonna look badass.”

Jax furrowed a brow. “How? I’m gonna look weird.” Dean swallowed his food before disagreeing with him. “No way dude. It’s gonna look awesome! Girls love scars, you’re gonna be a chick magnet.” Jax sat still and quiet for a moment, before sliding back further into the booth. “What’s that mean?” Dean pondered for a moment, trying to make his explanation sound as appropriate as possible.

“It means, all the girls at school are gonna like you.”

“You think so?”

He asked, tilting his head to the side. “I know so little man.” Jax’s face lit up from the boost of confidence. Ruffling the little boy’s hair, Dean convinced him to eat the rest of his lunch and if he did, as a reward, he’d get a giant cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and whipped cream.

A thousand thoughts began to fill your head when lying in bed. Mary mentioned earlier that her son was going to bring Jax in later on today but for now; you’d be drowning in your own thoughts until then. You couldn’t help but wonder if Clint knew where you were. He was an asshole but, he was too smart for his own good. He hung out with sketchy people and with the close friends he had in the police force; you never knew what he’d pull out from under his sleeve. A graduate from Clemson University, finishing his MD degree within four years tops. He was even recognized by the AMA Foundation, who would award Doctors and Surgeons the recognition they deserved. You felt as if you were a bird in a cage. You had your doubts that he knew absolutely nothing, and that he had moved on. But you couldn’t just assume that’s what he did, so you needed to play it safe. A soft knock filled the room, breaking you from your thoughts.

The door slowly creaked open as Mary peaked her head in from behind the door.

“Hi, sweetie!”

She cooed, as you gave her a weary smile. “Hey.”

“How ya feeling?” You shrugged, not even sure yourself. “I’m okay, I guess. But how’s Jax?”

“Ask him yourself.” You heard the faint sound of pitter-pattered footsteps quickly approaching the room. “Mama!” Jax let his backpack fall to the ground, sprinting towards you. "Hi, baby!” You cried, pulling him up into a hug. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and that’s when you broke down. You closed your eyes for a few seconds; holding him desperately in your arms. The moment Dean laid eyes on you; his heart skipped a beat. You opened your eyes to meet the mechanic that helped you two weeks ago. Small world, you thought to yourself. Of course, he was Mary’s son. He looked just like her, now that you saw them standing side by side. You mouthed a thank you to Dean, him doing the same, saying you're welcome. Whoever her son was, even if it wasn’t Dean, you would’ve said thank you either way. Not needing to have brought Jax back to the hospital but did anyway.

Mary looked between the two of you; familiarity obvious in both of your eyes. A smile tugged at her lips, “do you two know each other?” Dean’s stomach backflipped, but his voice remained steady. “I fixed her car not too long ago.” For a stupid moment, Dean was surprised his mom took notice of the lingering looks between the two of you. Yet his eyes showed no surprise to the way you looked right now; it only showed relief. She let out a breath and cleared her throat. “Well, I’m glad you feel a little better, (Y/N),” she began while fixing the strap of her purse on her shoulder. She looked from you to Dean as her mouth twitched. “But I have to get back to work, the assembly is almost over.” Dean looked from Mary to dropping his head to the tile floor.

“Yeah, I should head out too.”

The little boy looked between the two Winchesters as he sat upon the edge of the bed. “Can’t you stay a little longer?” Dean looked over his shoulder at his mom; who was pursing her lips into a tight smile when closing the door. He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Jax – I – I don’t know about that; your mom might just want to hang out with you, she hasn’t seen you since yesterday afternoon.” Jax hopped off the bed and ran over to him. “No no no, we can all hang out together!” He pleaded. Dean looked between the two of you. With no response, Jax made his way back over to you. “Mama please!” You looked up at the man, a little unsure If he himself wanted to stay. He shrugged with a tight smile. “I got nowhere to be, but, only if it’s okay with you.”

He was hoping you’d say yes. He wanted to know the woman who raised this 3-foot 7-inch, fireball of a little boy. But He didn’t want to be a pushover and freak you out, so he waited for your answer instead. “You can sit down if you want to.” Dean slowly moved further into the room and sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. And for some time, remained silent. “Mama look!” Jax ran over to his backpack and pulled out his coloring book. “You colored Elmo and Miss Piggy?”

“Actually,” Dean interjected; holding up a finger, “that was me.”

“Dean wanted to color Miss Piggy. I said it was okay because he told me he likes bacon.”

Looking forward to lunch, given you had missed breakfast, you had hoped the hospital food at least improved. But that all changed when you saw the tray that sat in front of you. Dean offered to go down the Jamison’s Diner and grab you up some real food since you only ate the chocolate pudding, they gave you. “Alright sweetheart, what do ya want? A Burger? Steak maybe? Or even better, chili cheese fries?” You shrugged, “just a house salad is fine.” Dean's smile faded into a blank expression. “I’m – I’m, I’m sorry. A what, now?” He asked, dumbfounded by your answer. “A salad?” You answered calmly, oblivious to Dean’s disgust. “I’m not going there to get you rabbit food.” He pressed, wanting to get his point across. You rolled your eyes, “fine get me a burger!” Dean pointed a finger at you, clicking his tongue. “You got it.” You couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t perhaps fate, but that it was just expected long hours of boredom that turned to – well, friendship. It was nice because even given the limited time together, you were enjoying his company. Jax, who was standing by the door, caught a glimpse of his new favorite Dr., who was standing by the front desk; looking through a patient’s papers. He smiled brightly and ran up to the tall man. “Dr. Castillo!” He hid the papers under his clipboard; trying to be as discreet as possible. The Dr. cleared his throat, his elbow leaning onto the desk.

“Hey, buddy! How are you?” Jax put two thumbs up, “never better!” He exclaimed, hopping a little in place from the excitement. “And what about your mom?”

“She’s a lot better now. Me and Dean are going to get us all some real food and we’re gonna surprise her with apple pie. Dean told me the pie helps the healing process.”

“Dean?” The Dr. questioned. Jax strictly nodded with a lopsided smile. “He’s going to watch me until mama gets better.” "When the Dr. noticed a younger man approach the two of them, he stood up straighter; trying to show dominance.

Excuse me?” He trailed and squinted down at the man’s badge with the Dr. rolling his eyes at this so-called Dean’s unintelligence. “Dr. Castillo,” he sneered with a glare. Dean’s face lit up as he chuckled to himself, mumbling that he already knew that.

“How do you get outta here again?”

“Go down to the main elevator, go to floor three, use the escalator and then make a right to the double doors. You won’t miss it.” Dean patted the Dr. on the shoulder. “Appreciate it, doc.” As they brushed past the man, he kept his undivided attention on the two while they made their way down the hall. Just one more person to worry about now, he thought to himself. Catching Dean off guard, Jax grabbed a hold of his hand; making him glance down for a second, a little shocked. “What was his deal?”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t know? Maybe he’s just jealous of how awesome you look right now.”

Jax made a not so bad expression, “or maybe it’s because I’m a chick magnet.”

Dean gave the five-year-old a sly grin. “Atta – boy.”

After eating lunch, you were more than satisfied. A full stomach, a shit ton of pain meds, and amazing company. You had to say, that the day did go by a lot faster than it would’ve been. Probably just because you had to sit in a room, finding ways to entertain yourself. Around 7:30, Jax ended up on the bed with you, with his head resting on your chest as you played with his hair. He was fighting to stay awake; he would butt into a conversation you and Dean were having, only to mumble incoherent things that made no sense. Just then, he murmured something you were waiting for him to ask. “Could you please sing our song mama?” Nodding and stroking your fingers through his hair, you began to sing the song you dedicated to Jax the day you brought him home. “Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you.” Jax always told you that you had a pretty voice. Some parents would turn the radio on for their kids at night; like a lullaby. That’s what your dad did for you. When you’d keep your mom up all hours of the night, he would take over. Letting the soft ambiance of the KTEQ station filling your nursery with the greatest 70’s hits as he stood in the middle of the room; rocking you back and forth in his arms until you fell asleep. He began humming along with you as his body became heavy. “On the day that you were born the angels got together, and decided to create a dream come true. So, they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold And starlight in your eyes of blue.” You continued to sing a little lower this time. “That is why all the girls in town, follow you all around. Just like me, they long to be, Close to you.” Dean rose a brow. “The Carpenters?” A shy smile crossed your lips. “Yeah, I couldn’t get him to stop crying the night I brought him home from the hospital.” You paused for a second, furtive glances in Dean’s direction every now and then. You cleared your throat, “anyway, I – I didn’t know what to do, and I didn’t have my parents or his dad to help me. I thought I could maybe sing to him; thinking that might help, and believe it or not, it did.”

His green eyes gleamed at you, which made you suppress a laugh, “It’s stupid I know.” He chuckled amusedly, “no, not really.” You paused to look back at him. “My mom used to sing Hey Jude for me, so I’m not one to judge. I think it's pretty cool.” You both took advantage that Jax was in a dreamless sleep. Beginning to muse about almost anything; listening to one another. It was a great way to take your mind off the pain in your leg.

For the rest of the afternoon, Dean would talk as you listened in silence, vice versa. You went on to talk about what you would expect on your wedding day when you were young, how you felt after Jax was born, and your rule to never listen to Styx for personal reasons. Dean would go on about the embarrassing stories he had on his baby brother. To his favorite classic rock bands; songs included or The Untouchable's most iconic lines.

In the end, Dean was glad that he hadn't passed up staying with the two of you.

“I should get going, it's getting late.”

“Yeah, you're right.”

You shot him a knowing smile. “Didn't mean to talk your ear off.” Dean grinned, shaking his head. He would've said the opposite, considering the obvious chemistry, he wanted to understand you better. He wanted to know what he might be getting himself into. He found you extremely easy to get along with, so he didn’t mind. Dean ambled along over to you, pulling you in for a meaningful hug. “Thank you,” you said in a hushed tone. He could feel your breath up against his ear, and the smell of your perfume, that still lingered from yesterday when you had put it on. Something aromatically sweet. “Anytime sweetheart.” He couldn’t see your face, but he heard your sigh of relief to make up for it. You were absolutely positive that your heart was going to explode out of your chest from the way he made you feel. Giddy and weak in the knees, or like a cat on a hot tin roof. You pulled away slightly as your faces were merely inches apart from one another; lingering looks before completely breaking the embrace. You being the first to look away, was a shy reaction; enough to get Dean smiling with a bit of pride.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow morning.” He said, taking out his car keys. You gave him a weary smile, “see ya tomorrow morning.” Dean peered over behind his shoulder, to see Jax cuddled up into your side and you slowly giving into sleep with your arms wrapped securely around him. He smiled to himself before ever so gently, shutting the door.

Dr. Castillo peered from around the corner, glowering at Dean as he made his way to the elevator. He knew the five-year-old would be okay, that was what he hoped for. But with you? He had his eyes on you constantly; making sure you were okay. I mean, why would he not? He was the one who put you in the hospital in the first place.

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