#cassidy's trying a little too hard to make up for the anger that sammy SHOULD feel

[askgoldenduo]

SAMMY: When Charlie died, everyone changed... SAMMY: I don't blame Mike for what he did, but...I'm sad that he'll always blame himself. I know Cassidy wants to make him pay, b-but...I really don't want that. SAMMY: I just wish I could tell him it's okay.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Night Moves (Part 4)

Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences...

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: au!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: This one was a fast write but tons of fun to come up with!...

Being civil was a lot easier than you thought it would be. You and Dean pretended like nothing happened during the wedding, focusing on Sam and Jess instead. It was going really well in fact. Until you had to take stupid pictures.

You pretended like Dean was someone else when you had to take some together, like you were some happy person. No one made any comments that you looked grumpy though so at least that was a good sign. Eventually that slow torture ended and you gave your toast, Dean giving his, the dancing starting again.

“Hey Y/N? Can you do me a favor?” asked Sam, looking happier than you’d ever seen him in his life. 

“Anything for the groom, what’s up?” you asked, Sam pulling you away from the reception and out through one of the hotel halls.

“I can’t find Dean. They were looking for a family photo,” said Sam. “Can you help me find him?” 

“Put those puppy dog eyes away, of course I’ll help Sammy,” you said, seeing the relief wash over his face. You followed him down the hall, Sam checking on one side, you the other until you came to the back balcony deck. “Found him.”

Dean was holding a drink, leaning over the railing, staring out at nothing in particular. Sam opened up the back door, bringing you with him.

“Hey Dean,” said Sam. You felt a light shove on your back that made you stumble into Dean. By the time you were spun around, Sam was closing the door back up.

“Sammy what are you-”

“You two are allowed to come back to the wedding when you talk this out,” he said through the door. You saw Jess come down the hall, waving for Sam.

“Jess unlock-”

“Talk you two!” she said, smiling as she and Sam left you there with Dean. You looked around. There was no other way off the balcony. You grumbled and moved to the railing, looking over and knowing it was too far of a drop.

“Here,” said Dean, offering you his glass. “You look like you could use one.”

You stepped to the side, putting some space between you. Dean took one to match and held out his drink again. 

“It’s your favorite,” he said. You shook your head but took a small sip anyways. “Yeah, I fucked up big time.”

“Was I just sex to you?” you asked, doing your best to keep your voice light. It really was an honest question. You wanted it out in the open for good though.

“I told you the truth last night. You were the worst decision of my life,” said Dean. 

“Oh,” you said, feeling small and throwing away that ‘you liked him’ speech you had in the back of your head. You looked down, pretending to be distracted by the lawn below, something to make the awkward tension pass.

“That probably came out a lot worse than I meant it to,” he said, pushing his glass to the side. 

“How’d you mean it to come out,” you said, picking at a petal on your corsage.

“It’s pretty. You shouldn’t break it,” said Dean, gently pushing your hand to the side. “Jess and Sam cornered me a little while ago, told me to stop breaking pretty things myself.”

“What-”

“She’s your best friend. He’s mine. We weren’t fooling them,” said Dean. You turned your body away, long fingers interlacing themselves with yours. “Ever act a certain way because you’re scared? Do some really stupid shit because you don’t know how to grow up?”

“Yeah, I do,” you said, twisting your body back, looking down at his hand in yours.

“Ever have sex in the back of ‘67 Chevy and regret it?” he asked. “Wish you could go back and talk instead? Do things the right way?”

“I was the one that flirted first,” you said, risking a glance in those green eyes. None of the hard anger from the night before was there. Just…a sad calmness that made you tilt your head.

“I saw you first,” he said. “I could have said we’ll do this another time. I can take you to lunch. I could have done a million things different instead of kissing you but damn I wanted to. I still do.”

“I’m the worst decision of your life,” you said, a pang of hurt crossing his face.

“Worst, best, one in the same. That mean stuff, yeah, that was a lie to try and make you feel as bad as I did. I’m sorry about that,” he said, bumping into your arm. “I liked you. I don’t like women. I have sex with them and then go off and brood. You though…I don’t know what the Hell it is but you just…God I wanted to know your name so badly, try and find you again, just to say hi or something. I wasn’t expecting to find out you were sleeping across the hall.”

“We’re kind of dumb. Worrying about Sam and Jess, taking away from their day when Butch & Cassidy in there are trying to get us together,” you said. He hummed, softly, and you knew he was hurting from your words last night. “You were a mistake.”

“Yeah, I got that,” he said, trying to let go of your hand, snapping his head down when you held on tight. “Um you got to-”

“It’s like…you were…like water in the desert if you want to go with crappy analogies. I don’t know. But it was just…everyone after you…I was going to compare them to you, to how easy it was, how good it felt. Nothing’s going to be as good,” you said, the resistance in his hand falling away.

“Can I keep you?” he asked, smiling. You couldn’t keep down a laugh and he took a step closer, turning his body so you were facing one another. “I’m serious. I always blow off that feel good stuff when someone says it but I actually believe you which is kind of amazing for me.”

“I like you,” you said, lighter and happier than you’d been all day.

“I like you too sweetheart,” said Dean. “Look at that, not so hard after all.”

“Nope,” you said, taking a small step forward. “Are you really going to call me sweetheart?”

“I recall someone losing a bet and getting to be my sweetheart for all eternity,” said Dean, moving your hands up to wrap around the back of his neck, his coming down to rest on your hips.

“Eh, whatever you say baby,” you said, feeling Dean burst out laughing. “What! You liked it in the car!”

“It was also hot as Hell in that backseat. You’re kind of rocking sweet girl next door right now in that dress,” he said. “I was expecting a ‘honey’ or something-”

“Girl next door? Remind me of that the next time you’re naked and under me,” you said, Dean moving to the faint music coming through an open window somewhere. “You look good in a tux by the way.”

“Isn’t sex what got us into trouble in the first place?” he asked, spinning you around, pulling you back into his body.

“I think the us being stupid got us in trouble. The sex was the easy part,” you said. “We should try to behave. This is a wedding after all.”

“Wouldn’t be a wedding if the man of honor didn’t get together with the maid of honor,” said Dean. You laughed and he cocked his head.

“Alright, man of honor,” you said, feeling his groan vibrate through his chest. 

“Shut up. You make me nervous,” he said. You raised an eyebrow and he gave you a smirk in return. “In a good way.”

“I understand completely,” you said, moving your hips slower, letting yourselves enjoy it like you’d wanted to the night before.

“You don’t think they’ll forget we’re out here, right?” asked Dean. 

“Knowing Sam and Jess and how busy they are, I’d say we’ve got a fifty percent chance they completely forget,” you said.

“I hope not. Our time out can’t last forever,” said Dean. “Not that I mind the company I’m with.”

“We got a glass of bourbon and some music on a nice summer night,” you said, Dean getting riskier and moving the two of you around more.

“You’re right. This is better,” he said, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You would have loved to make it longer but the sound of a creaky door and two grunts from the door caught your attention.

“I think they worked it out,” said Jess, holding up her hand and getting a fist bump from Sam.

“Got their heads out of their asses you mean?” said Sam. “You’d think they’d remember how we couldn’t stand each other when we met.”

“You two were gah gah for each other the second you met. Everyone knew it,” said Dean shaking his head at them.

“Wow. Huh, you guys wouldn’t know anything about it seeming different on the other side now, would you?” asked Sam with a smirk. “Did you not think we’d approve?”

“We tried to get you two together years ago! We were kind of obvious we thought,” said Jess, your face flush but you didn’t mind.

“You’re cute when you blush,” said Dean, eyes scanning over your cheeks. 

“Shut up baby,” you said, a snort bursting out of him that made you smile. “Are we allowed to come back? We won’t be grumpy anymore, promise.”

“Sure but first we want one more thing,” said Sam, taking off down the hall. He was back a minute later with the photographer. 

“Of course,” you said, waddling back with Dean’s arms around your waist. You smiled, a genuine one. You didn’t hear the camera go off and looked up at Dean, seeing him look down at you. You heard a shudder snap and laughed.

“Oh you fucking assholes doing that cutesy shit on purpose,” said Dean, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. You heard a few more photos go off as you settled down and took a few more of the two of you and then with Sam and Jess. “Can you get just one of her?”

“I think someone likes you,” said Jess in your ear. You pursed your lips together but Dean shook his head as they stepped away.

“Relax, like the camera isn’t there,” said Dean. You cocked your head, like how was that possible. He went over to the camera guy and he left. “He’ll do it later.”

“Alright, let’s get back to this wedding.”

“Where’s your shoe?” you asked when you got up the next morning, giggling as you leaned over the bed, trying to wrap your sheets around yourself from the chill in the room.

“Where’s your bra? I distinctly remember enjoying removing that from your body,” said Dean, laying lazily on his stomach, a tiny sliver of sheet covering his bare ass.

“I enjoyed that too,” you said, plopping down next to him, touching your side against his, tugging his sheet away and stealing it for yourself. 

“You just like me naked,” he said, throwing an arm over you. You hummed.

“Yes I do. I like you too,” you said, resting your head in your arms as you turned to face him. “Such a cute butt and freckles. I couldn’t see those freckles in the dark.”

“If you want to talk about cute butts…” said Dean, pinching your sheet between his fingers and pulling it away. “I know a gal with a cute little one,” he said, trailing his finger over one of the cheeks.

“Ugh, I want to stay in this bed with you,” you said, whining when he nodded and sighed.

“You’ve got your flight soon. Not to mention pack and everything before I drop you off,” he said, moving his hand up your back and giving you a quick kiss. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you said, catching his eyebrow raise. “Sorry, not used to having a boyfriend.”

“The few times I was one, I was shitty at it,” he said, rolling out of bed with a groan. “Shit, I thought you were gonna be the one that couldn’t walk straight. You know how to treat a man good.”

“Just a little tease for you to bide you over,” you said. You watched him gather up the articles of clothing he could see. “We’ll be okay Dean. Long distance is going to take some getting used to though.”

“We’ll make it work. Call everyday, get our Netflix on at night, visit when we can,” said Dean.

“I found your shoe,” you said with a grin, staring up at the top of the dresser when it sat with your bra nearby.

“Visit very often,” said Dean with a grin, handing it over to you. “It’s only a seven hour drive.”

“We can work with it.”

It’d been a week since Dean dropped you off at the airport and you already knew you couldn’t live with it. You wanted him there. Especially when there was a bug on the wall that one night and you really didn’t want to have to deal with it yourself.

You were sitting on your couch with your laptop up, looking for jobs in Kansas, thinking how ridiculous you were being at thinking about moving after only a week of dating. Dean would tell you that you were rushing too fast, probably say something like you were being clingy. Well, he wouldn’t say that, he was too nice to say that. You didn’t want to be clingy though, you just wanted to be near him. 

“I need takeout,” you said, pulling out a menu from your everything drawer and ordering way too much. You were stuffed and thought you’d found a few good options when Dean’s face lit up on your phone for your nightly call. “Hey.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said. “How you doing?”

“Okay. Eating some Chinese food,” you said.

“Order enough for two?” he asked. You spun around in your seat just in time to hear your doorbell ring.

“You drove all the way down here on a Tuesday?” you asked, running over to the door.

“Sure did. I had a job interview,” he said when you opened the door. You looked him over, wearing his normals jeans and plaid you’d seen him in during the wedding only slightly dirtier. “My buddy Benny opened up a new garage in town a few months ago. He could use an extra set of hands around there.”

“Wait, so you’re-”

“Yup. I’m staying with him for a while. He’s only a ten minute drive. A lot better than seven hours,” he said, smiling wide. “Sorry but that smells amazing and I’m starving,” he said, walking inside, kicking off his boots.

“There’s plenty,” you said, waving him over to your table as he looked around. “What?”

“Are you…are you listening to Zeppelin?” he asked, hearing the low music playing from your computer.

“Uh, yes? You don’t like rock?” you asked, positive you must have talked about music at some point during your short relationship.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said, scooping you up in his arms.

“I think I just might be too,” you said, laughing as he sat you down. You grabbed a plate for him and handed it over, spotting him hang up his phone and set it down but not without catching the picture in the background. “Is that me?”

“Mhm,” said Dean, sliding his phone over. It was from the wedding, one of you alone, definitely candid as you gave someone a soft smile. 

“It’s pretty,” you said, normally not one for liking pictures of yourself. 

“I thought so,” he said, munching down on his dinner. “Sam texted me a few more.”

“I like this one,” you said, flipping it around, one of you and Dean hanging out on the back deck again, the string lights on, sitting on top of the railing talking. The way he was looking at you and you were giving it right back…

“Apparently we’re very deeply in love. Why are we so stupid again?” asked Dean, laughing to himself as you picked up your computer and put it on the table. “What’s that?”

“I was job hunting but you beat me to it,” you said. “Apparently we’re very deeply in love.”

“Zeppelin, take out for dinner, makes me feel good, down for car sex…yeah I’m about you in one of my band tees away from being in love with you,” he said, catching your smile.

“What was that sweet thing in there? The feeling good?” you teased, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re gonna feel amazing in about an hour after I eat and this food settles,” said Dean.

“Oh you better,” you said. “And uh baby?”

“Yes?” he asked, no laugh this time.

“Where can we find one of those band tees you were talking about?” you asked, whispering in his ear.

“I’ve got one in my duffle in the back of Baby,” he said. 

“Did you have plans with Benny?” you asked, watching his head nod. “After dinner then, why don’t you go grab your bag and you can spend the night, see if you can get me in one of those shirts.”

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

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