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internalsealpanic · 4 years

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Respectful Cannibalism

Summary: Watching mystery movie with a bunch of detective was a bad idea

A/n: While this is part 3 to my Space Case series, you’re not required to read Art Gallery Smile or Cosmonauts to understand the context to this. The only note I do have is that Dick and Steph are friends with Reader much to Tim’s everlasting horror. Special thanks to @littleredwing89 and @glorified-red for proof reading this mess.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff and a confusing amount of batkids in one scene.

Main Masterlist

Tim Drake Masterlist

Tim coughs, loud and ragged into the speaker. You find yourself wincing at the phone tucked against your ear. Tim sounds like he’s dying or, at the very least, he’s on his way there.

“I’m so-”

“Fucking tired of saying sorry that you decided to go skinny dipping in Gotham Harbor? Yeah. Great, I’m sick of hearing it too. Glad, we’re on the same page, Space Cadet.” You exasperate, pulling on your jeans violently enough for Tim to hear the angry shuffling of fabric.

“Skinny dipping?” Tim huffs, a fond smile playing on his lips as he drinks in the timber of your voice. Even when you were absolutely exasperated, your voice was still soothing or maybe he just misses your company. God, he’s such a sap.

You shake your head in disbelief. That was his take away? “Yes, Timmy, Buck-ass skinny dipping,” you laugh, coming out derisive and sharp. Tim groans this time filled with guilt. The first few sounds of another ‘I’m sorry’ form in the back of his throat as he runs his hand through his bed head. For once, you’re thankful that you’re nowhere near Tim because you are one apology away from decking him and you’re pretty sure that that’s a terrible thing to do to a sick person, especially one with no brain cells to spare.

“I- You were really looking forward to this (Y/n), don’t try to deny it.” You weren’t going to. He was right. You were looking forward to this date. You were impossibly, unreasonably giddy over the prospect of going to the planetarium with Tim this afternoon. WITH Tim. Sure, you’re pretty down about it but you were the tiniest bit more concerned about the fact that your boyfriend had water in his lungs and almost died of hypothermia for a hot second. You pinch the bridge of your nose, hoping that worry and murder radiate off of you in equal measure. “I was also looking forward to my letter from Hogwarts,” you sneer, pausing dramatically to look at your watch, “and it’s been roughly a decade.” You hear Tim swallow and the hairs on your neck bristle in petty satisfaction.

Tim chortles, a lively sound that startles you, then coughs but the sound comes out somehow sounding doubtful and teasing. Embarrassment flares up in you. “You were too!” you protest, hackles drawn to full height. A short breathy laugh leaves Tim and you feel the flush on your face ease into something softer and more rounded. All the sharpness in your veins dissipates as the flash of fondness for that stupid laugh takes over. You can imagine him warm under the covers smiling at the phone at your blunder. “Please, (y/n), my hopes were dashed when I was 4 and still not in the Jedi order.”

“Bullshit, you were never a child,” you snort, sharpening the grin on your face into something vicious. “I refuse to believe you were ever a child! You probably sprang out of a textbook fully formed- Wait, I’m getting off-topic. ” Tim hums innocently and you narrow your eyes at the phone, hoping he can feel the ‘I am revoking your breathing privileges’ look. “You always are.” Tim says before falling into a coughing fit.

“Sorry, Cosmo, I just keep getting lost in your eyes,” you whisper, pitching your voice rich and caramel smooth. There’s a sound on the other line. Tim is babbling you realize. You hear a shuffle of fabric and a body rising. Tim sucks in a breath, red-faced and caught off guard by the sudden shift in tone. He can practically see the cocky grin playing on your face, the light of the sun reflecting as golden flecks in your eyes. “You can’t even see them!” Tim stammers, glowering at you through the phone. You cackle at him as if sensing the venomous look he’s giving you. “You can barely open them!” Tim rolls his, very much, open eyes, falling back into an unnecessarily large pile of pillows that Alfred insisted was necessary for bed rest with a loud ‘fwoof’. “Yes, I can,” Tim mumbles, sounding young for once. You do your level best to smother a grin on your face. “I’m just really drowsy from the chamomile tea Alfie gave me.” You stop dead in your tracks, one hand half in your coat the other on the doorknob. You blink. “You’re at the Manor?”

Tim pauses, making a frustrated noise. He shouldn’t have said that. “Dick and B… insisted.” This draws another one of your sharp laughs. He says insisted as if it was ever negotiable. “Did they ‘insist’ before or after they blow-dried and hung you out to dry?” Tim squawks and you hear shuffling again. Tim tries to remember why he doesn’t hate you. “Tell me again how you found out about me getting sick? Steph? Cass?”

“Hmmmmmm, Dick.”

“THAT TRAITOR”

“Funny way to pronounce older brother,” you hum smug. You can feel Tim glaring daggers at you. “You-”

“There’s a home theater, yeah?”

Tim pauses, this time longer. “I don’t like where this is going.”

“Answer the question, Space Case.”

He sighs. “Yes.”

“Great! It’s a date then,” you say, mentally preparing a route to the Manor from the vague directions Steph told you once. You could just use the maps app-

“NO!” You freeze. Tim flinches at the volume of his own voice. He whispers an indiscernible ‘I’m sorry’. You turn it over in your mind before speaking. “No?” You ask, trying your best to sound hurt instead of amused. Maybe you should have pitched your voice higher, more shaky. “Look, Tim, I-” Tim heaves a loud sigh. “-(Y/n), you’re fine-” Well, you aren’t, you think. You bite your tongue, physically to make sure you don’t say anything unnecessary. “-It’s got nothing to do with you. It’s- It’s just my siblings...” Tim knows that his siblings have been talking about you.

“Timmy, I can take whatever shovel talk they can give me,” you say with the confidence of someone who has never been dangled over the edge of a roof top. Ok, to be fair, YOU had nothing to worry about. Tim, on the other hand, was going to get roasted alive. Maybe he can persuade you into not- Tim hears the tell tale sputtering of your bike’s engine and he feels his blood pressure spike. The engine genuinely sounds like a death rattle.

“You’ll get sick.”

You swear and he hears another sputter of the engine. “You’ll get sick,” he croaks again, louder this time hopefully over the dying engine. Maybe if your engine dies right now, he’ll be spared from a slow agonizing death via siblings. “Relax Cosmo, I have the strongest ward against whatever you got,” you say, giving the engine a light kick. Tim hears a few metallic clunks then the engine stutters to life. Tim looks up past the ceiling trying to glare at whatever cosmic being resurrected your engine.

“Which is...”

“Being broke. It does wonders for your health.”

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s how it works,” Tim says, shifting burying his head against the too soft pillows. The soft fabric makes his eyes feel heavy. He yawns. He hears the sputter or your laugh. It’s hard to tell from the sudden drowsiness making his head swim.

“I promise I’ll explain to your typical rich kid ass when I get there, Tim.”

“That’s not how it works,” Tim slurs, face pressed into a pillow.

You laugh, he’s sure this time.

“I’m-” Tim’s mind unfocuses and the words you say garble together ”-Tim. ”

Tim blinks, mouth moving to ask you to repeat that but the last thing he hears is a soft click.

On the bright side, it would just be him and Alfred at the manor.

_________________________________________________________

Batmanisfake: I heard (y/n)'s coming over😶

Nightwingingit:👀 How do you even know that?

Batmanisfake: What are you? A cop?

Nightwingingit: say that again but slowly 🙄

Batmanisfake: ...

Damian: He bugged Drake's phone. For blackmail purposes, of course.

Nightwingingit: JASON

The Cool One: Shush Dick! He's onto something

Batmanisfake: Thank you

The Adult: I for once had nothing to do with it😌

Theactualbatman: I'm assuming we're all coming home tonight?

The Cool One: I'll bring popcorn

Damian: Nonsense Pennyworth will likely have some prepared

The Cool One:😭 We really do not deserve that man

Nightwingingit: Definitely

thesaneone: We're recording Tim's face when he sees us, right?

Batmanisfake: From all angles

The Adult: You're all horrible

Batmanisfake: Please like you're not hacking into the cameras as we speak, Babs

The Adult: You have no proof👀

_________________________________________________________

Tim’s head felt thick and gooey like one of Alfred’s custards. He feels like he’s floating, like he’s in a fish tank. There’s a sickly Chlorine smell clogging his nostrils; it smells powdery and sterile and reminds him vaguely of aspirin. Tim blinks. His eyes hurt; they feel puffy and sore and hot. His vision is further obscured by a thick layer of fleece blankets Alfred had piled high over him. He shuts his eyes still feeling too overwhelmed by the low light coming from the window.

Tim thinks he hears his window open with a soft click. Tim quiets his breathing. His hearing is too muddled to process anything beyond it. There’s a soft thud of heavy boots in the room; it’s imperceptible and dreamlike the way it reaches his ears that it has him shifting under the covers trying his best to discern the sound. A dozen lighter footsteps follow it and he can sense 6 shapeless bodies hovering over him.

“Should we wake him up?” asks a voice that vaguely sounds like Cass.

There’s a shuffling sound. Leather, he thinks. “Wait, lemme take a picture.”

“Red, why? It’s not like you can blackmail him with pictures of him sleeping.”

“Because, flashlight, I need proof that Timbo sleeps. ”

“Because?”

“Ok, how many times have you seen him asleep?”

“Uh...”

“Exactly!”

Tim hears a laugh that distinctly sounds like Dick. “Does it count if Alfie drugged him?”

“Maybe?” Steph says, shrugging.

“It doesn’t, Brown.”

“Damn it.”

“Does that mean B doesn’t sleep?”

“Nope.”

Maybe if Tim keeps sleeping, they’ll go away on their own. Tim wraps the sheets tightly around himself, hoping the large stack of fleece would be enough to muffle his siblings.

“I’m pretty sure I have dibs on waking him for opening the window for you shits.”

“Red, anyone could have opened that,” Duke laughs, stepping slightly behind Cass, who at the moment was paying more attention to the moving pile of fabric. Maybe if Tim stays really still she’ll turn her attention to something else.

“Cass and Dickface would have just broken it.‘

“I would not!”

“Sorry, Cass, you would.”

“Steph, whose side are you on?”

“Why is no one defending me?” Dick sighs.

“No one cares, Dickface. And Blondie’s clearly playing for the right team-” Steph cackles. “-none of you have any finesse.”

“Not all of us can be drama queens, Todd.”

“You’re like the third to the last person I wanna hear this from.”

“Third? You’re ranking us now? Who gave you the right?”

“Alfred,” Jason deadpans, “And yeah. Bruce and Dick are first and second.”

“Hey!”

“Can it Mr. Pretty Man Down.”

“That was one-”

“What rank am I?”

“uh … fifth.”

“Fifth?!”

“Sorry, Blondie, Cass has you beat with that ballet kick thingy.”

“Ok, yeah I can accept that. What about Babs?”

“What about Babs? The woman can kick my ass six ways to Sunday. ”

Tim’s head throbs all over. There are soft pin pricks pressing on the sole of his left foot; his leg jerks involuntarily. He wants to scream. Tim swears under his breath. A gloved hand pries the covers away from Tim’s face. Tim squints his eyes open only to be greeted by Dick’s kind, but still very punchable, face. Tim takes a long rasp, pinching his features in a mix of annoyance and despair. “Why are you-” Cough! “-here?”

There’s a slight quirk to Dick’s smile.“They wanted to meet (y/n),” Dick explains in a sweeping theatrical motion of his hand across the room directing Tim’s attention to the expressions on his sibling’s expressions which were all a variation of devious scheming.

“How did-” cough. “- you even know-” cough. “-(y/n) was coming?” Tim asks, shooting up from his pile of pillows causing a couple of blankets to topple to the floor to the ground. Tim’s lightheaded. He suddenly feels a shift in his balance, a feeling of vertigo. He nearly topples to the ground, his blood not quite catching up to his movements, when feels hands wrap around his shoulders. “Woah there Baby Bird, slowdown.”

“Answer-” Cough!

“It was Todd.”

“You mutant sperm!”

“Jay, aren’t we all mutant sperm?” Steph laughs, slinging one arm over an irate Damian’s shoulders and another over a fuming Jason’s shoulders. Tim groans, sounding pained. “How much do I need to pay each of you to get all of you to go away?”

“A lifetime of IOUs,” Dick says, casually.

“NO!”

“All of your share in W.E.,” Duke says, laughing. Steph elbows him lightly, also laughing. “You’re shooting prelow there, Slick,” Steph teases. Duke shrugs still grinning. “Gotta keep it realistic, yanno?” Steph and Duke keep bickering.

“Drake, kindly, pay with your life.”

Tim scrunches his nose. “I’m already on my deathbed, you know, dying. What else do you want from me?”

“A more agonizing death.”

Jason grins, tilting his chin. “C’mon, Timbo, we can help with your little impromptu date.” Tim groans, placing his face in his hands. “Please just help me dig my own grave.”

“What would be the fun in that, Timbo?”

“For you or for me?”

“Come on, Tim, it’ll be fine,” Cass says, clearly not believing the words herself. All seven of them dissolve into another round bickering. Damian, Jason, and Steph hellbent on giving Tim an aneurysm. Duke and Cass playing at being neutral; Duke leaning on Tim’s side but laughing way too hard at Steph’s well placed jabs; Cass is only mildly siding with Tim to spite Jason. Why this time? Tim has no clue.

The string of banter is broken up by the echoing the doorbell. Tim’s heart seizes as they all fall silent, enraptured by the odd sound of a doorbell filling the hallowed halls of Wayne Manor. The chiming of bells ends with the creaking of the large oak doors in the front of the manor.

Before Tim’s sluggish brain could even formulate a thought, all of his siblings are all bounding towards the door, bouncing off the walls and flipping over obstacles. Tim scrambles, lagging, after the hoard of vigilantes barrelling towards you. Tim tries to shout after his siblings but his voice is drowned out by raucous laughter and bickering.

You stand at the door, head haloed by the pale afternoon light as the sky catches fire, flecks of snow sparkling in your hair. You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as you sheepishly thank Alfred as he takes your coat.

Tim struggles to breathe an he genuinely doesn’t know if it’s because of his lungs, you, or the fact that of all his siblings, Babs was the one who got there first and Tim genuinely doesn’t know if Babs is there to hold off the gaggle of vigilantes or to scare you off. From the jovial grin wrinkling your features, Tim’s pretty sure Babs just gave you some blackmail material instead of putting you through the ringer- an equally scary outcome. For your part, you don’t look even slightly phased by the fact that Babs is in a wheelchair or even by the way she’s clearly sizing you up. All of this rolls off of you with an easy motion of your shoulders as you answer her questions in the most frustratingly oblique way based off of Babs’s expression. Tim can’t help the curve on his lip as you blatantly dodge another of Babs’s questions with a smile. You spot him, winking, and the tips of Tim’s ears flush.

Your cocky demeanor fades when a gaggle of batbrats crowd you; nervousness creeps into your form, ironing out your posture into something unnatural and defensive. “Is this a bad time?” You ask through a tight lipped smile. Babs glares at them but doesn’t make any effort to hide the satisfaction at your shaken demeanor. “Don’t mind them, Sweetie,” Babs says, patting your back and guiding you away from the gaggle. You shuffle awkwardly, trying to coax your spine back into a more natural curve.

“(Y/n)!” Tim manages between gasps for air. Making a person with non functioning lungs run has to be some sort of human rights violation. His voice is louder than he anticipated. He realizes, but the apprehension in his body flits away when you beam at him-a wide cheeky smile that has his body vibrating with delight. He made you smile like that, Tim thinks, heart swelling almost enough to soften the impact of the next few words. “Hey, Duckie!” you chirp tilting your face in a cute lopsided smile.

“Duckie?” Jason sniggers.

Duke’s face passess from confusion, realization, then amusement in a matter of three seconds.“Duckie? As in ‘quack quack’?” Duke asks, pretending to still be dumbstruck.

“Yes, Duckie, Tommy Terrific,” you say, the lopsided smile curving into a playful grin. The dumb nicknames earn you a loud, surprisingly nonthreatening, approving laugh from Jason who then says “We’ll keep those nicknames in mind” which just drags pained looks from both Tim and Duke. Dick and Damian on the other hand look absolutely delighted.

“(Y/n), tell them about the other nicknames,” Steph says, grinning savagely. Your eyes widen and you wrinkle your nose, mouth twitching from side to side, trying to pretend away the heat rising from your cheeks. “Not on your life, Stephie.”

“Aaaaaw! Not even for lil ol’ me?” Dick pouts, throwing his arms around you. The familiarity of the action has Tim bristling. “Pleeeeeaaase,” Dick whines; a smile hidden in your hair, “not even for Alfred’s cookies?” You make a noise caught between a laugh and a groan. “Hmmmm… maybe? Throw in some candy.”

“Deal.”

Tim blinks. “You’d betray me for sugar?”

“Cus I ain’t getting any while you’re sick,” you cackle, grinning along with Dick who looks way too pleased with the outcome of the conversation. Tim desperately wants to melt into the floor. Looking at all his siblings who are eagerly awaiting for the litany of nicknames, Tim cuts in. “Let’s just go watch that film.”

“What are we watching?” Cass asks, leaning to look over your shoulder, clearly shoving Dick out of the way. Dick does his best to not budge.

“What do you mean ‘we’?”

“We are under a communist regime, Timbo. We’re all watching it together,” Jason says, slinging Tim over his shoulder.

“Have a heart, Drake. We only want to spend family time together,” Damian says, somehow still looking imperious even from where Tim is dangling. A dull ache starts spreading across Tim’s like his skull is being squeezed.

“Hope you guys like Clue,” you say, fishing it out of your cornucopia of unhealthy junk food. “I figured you detectives would like a good mystery.” Dick snorts taking the disc from you and reading over the contents efficiently. “Bet you I can get the ending even before any of you.”

“No, you won’t,” Jason barks, setting off a long winded argument about who the best detective is.

“Didn’t you say you would eat me if I spoiled another mystery movie for you? Are you planning to eat my entire family?” Tim croaks quietly. You scrunch your nose, twitching your mouth four times to the left and four and a half times to the right. “Technically, what I said was ‘I’ll respectfully go back to juvie for cannibalism if you spoil another movie that night’,” you hiss low, trying not to draw attention to your conversation. Unfortunately for you, his siblings have good hearing.

“And this is different how?” Tim asks, this time not bothering to control his volume.

“You’ll never figure out the ending,” You say smiling innocently. Tim rolls his eyes and huffs a ‘we’ll see’. It doesn’t wipe the smile off of your face.

As it turns out, the Wayne Manor theater is less of a theater and more of a bean bag storage closet with a large screen. Jason tosses Tim unceremoniously into one of the random bean bags in front of the couch before gracefully pirouetting into the couch. You chuckle and continue your search for something to put your Bluray in, just now realizing that you should have probably just asked for their Netflix password or something. Alfred appears out of nowhere handing Jason and Cass each a bowl of buttery popcorn and scolding Jason about manhandling his brother in front of a guest. Jason looks unrepentant. No surprises there. With a swat on the back of Jason’s head, Alfred turns to you, gloved hands extended out to you. “I can take that."

“Oh… Uh thanks- Thank you,” you stammer. To your left, Tim snickers and your hand slip, somehow the blanket Babs handed you finds its way to Tim’s face. “Shut up, Ducktective. He’s practically your grandpa and I kinda wanna make a good impression,” you hiss, cheeks warming. Tim coughs, a little dumbfounded. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to him that you were nervous about this.

Tim checks if his brain is on straight before speaking. “Relax, you haven’t physically assaulted me or any of my family yet so you’re immediately at the top of Alfie’s list.” You open your mouth to speak then curl it into a frown, looking appalled and concerned. Apparently, his brain wasn't on as straight as Tim thought. "Am I going to have to fight your exes? At some point?"

"No!"

"Yes!" Steph says, handing you a red bean bag. Tim scowls at Steph as he watches the color drain from your face. She just shrugs and goes off to annoy Dick.

“Mr. Boddy?” Damian asks incredulously, reading the box summary again. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you laugh, setting your bean bag next to the one Jason dropped Tim in. Damian rolls his eyes. “This is a stupid movie. Do people really consume this drivel?”

You scrunch your nose but don’t put too much heart into glaring. Thankfully, color is now returning to your face. “The movie hasn’t even started yet!”

“Relax (y/n), the tiny mutant sperm is just playing elitist,” Steph says, plopping next to Jason and eyeing his bowlful of buttery popcorn.

“As long as it isn’t as bad as the Happening-”

“Dude, you live in a city with Poison Ivy. That thing is pretty much a documentary,” Duke says hesitantly taking the spot between Steph and Cass.

"Please, for the love of Alfie, please, talk about something else," Dick whines, plopping a bean bag next to Tim. Jason’s face twists in confusions before his eyes light up and untwists into an expression with amusement. "Is it because of the-" Dick hits him square in the face with a pillow, all the while screeching "Think of the children!"

"Where, Dickface?" Jason ask, prompting Dick to point(jazz hands) at Damian who rolls his eyes. Jason does the same, looking younger than the toughened exterior suggested. "That's a gremlin, Dickface. Not a child."

"He is-"

"SHUSH! The movie is starting!"

You giggle, curling into Tim's side and placing your head in the crook of his neck where you usually like to put it. Tim's insides shiver from the contact and his hands automatically coil around you, pressing his nose into your hair.

"Jeez, her melons are big," Babs says flatly taking another handful of Dick's popcorn from Damian. Cass snorts and Tim feels embarrassment creep into his skin. He flicks his eyes to you, only to find you smiling into his side.

"They're almost as big as Dick's," you chuckle.

"Nah, Jason is bigger," Cass pipes.

You eye Jason openly which makes the large man cross his arms over his chest. "Huh, you're right," you note with more confusion than anything.

"Bruce has moobs too!" Jason protests, red-faced.

"Son, why?"

The chatter falls silent when the figure at the edge of the room settles itself into the large leather recliner in one corner of the room. You squint your eyes to distinguish its features from the rest of the shadows in the room; only to be greeted by the solemn features of Bruce Wayne. Your breath catches and you feel your skin jump twenty feet in the air. Everyone else in the room seems to have about the same reaction even as he pulls a lever to raise the foot rest. You all follow his movements with interest.

“Is Bruce trying to relax?” Duke whispers to Cass who shrugs in response. Steph rolls her eyes, reaching over Duke to try and snatch some popcorn from Jason who just raises his bowl higher. “Shhhhh, Duke, let the B man try to play human,” she says, snatching at the popcorn til the bowl just falls on Jason’s head.

“He’s trying I guess.” This draws a startled chuckle out of you that you try to press in Tim’s neck. The vibrations against his skin has him shivering.

“B, are you ok?” Dick asks. This makes Bruce’s features move in a slightly concerned fashion which in Bruce speak is very concerned. “Yes, why?”

“Ooooh, no reason, old man.” He turns to Babs. “Yeah that’s not Bruce. Five bucks says it’s a robot.” Babs snickers, grabbing a ten from her purse. “Ten says it’s an alien.” You twist to look at them, taking out a twenty. “Twenty says it’s just Mr.Wayne.” Jason sneers at you, taking your money. “You clearly don’t know the old man.”

“Can we please just watch this film in peace?” Bruce groans, running a hand over his face, finally looking more like the long suffering single dad of eight kids that he should be. Babs looks over her shoulder, slinging Bruce an absolutely disbelieving look. “Do you even know your children?”

“Yes, father, have you even watched us bond?” Damian asks, using his free hand to do air quotes for the word ‘bond’ while using the other to try and swipe some popcorn from Cass. It doesn’t work.

“That definitely isn’t Bruce,” Dick hisses, trying to shield his own bowl of popcorn from an irate Damian.

“SHHHHHH! I can’t hear the movie!”

“It’s definitely the butler,” Dick declares. Damian scowls, throwing a pillow at him which Dick catches with ease. “Grayson, the movie has barely started.”

“It’s definitely the butler. It’s gotta be. It’s always the butler.”

“That’s very offensive to Alfred, Dick,” Cass says, grinning. Alfred sniffs poshly in his own recliner. Dick recoils but Jason piles on. “Very classist of you, Dickiebird.”

Duke snorts. “Nah, I think he’s just saying it because Tim Curry was Pennywise the Clown.”

“Why would you trust a clown?”

“Oh my god, why are you guys comparing Alfred to a clown?”

“We are not!”

“This conversation is a trainwreck,” Tim groans into your hair. “Dunno, Tim, it sounds like a success,” you laugh, pressing closer. His eyes flick between you and his siblings. “You planned this.” You look up at him, failing to flatten a smile. “Nope.”

“I say it’s Ms. Scarlett,” Bruce says, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

“You’re just saying that cus she reminds you of Selina,” Tim huff, grinning and you’re half tempted to pinch his cheeks. Bruce cuts him a scathing look that has you shrinking; the grin on Tim’s face just broadens which just makes the playful scowl on Bruce’s face deepen. “Need I remind you who pays for the internet?”

“Alfred?” Tim asks, innocently.

“Careful Tim, B man might actually do it. Hell, he’ll probably do it if he finds out what you did last Thursday.”

“Do you mean the explosion on Fifth?” you ask, turning to Steph. Steph gives you a firm nod; in the corner of your eye, you can see Bruce arching a brow. Tim gapes at you looking absolutely gutted. “What happened to snitches get stitches?” Tim protests.

You shrug, grinning. “Sorry, Duckie, I stand by my cookie dealer. Who do you think sneaks Duke and me cheetos in Western Civilization? I stand by my fellow barbarian.”

“You know Duke?”

“I pay him to-”

“Shhhhh!”

“You guys are talking too!”

“At least, it’s movie related!” Damian hisses.

You throw up your hands with an exaggerated flail. “Fine!”

“I say it’s the shifty looking lady,” Jason declares, reaching over Duke and Steph to try and snatch some popcorn from Cass. You wonder why Jason doesn’t just snatch some from Alfred since he’s closer. You try to ask Tim but he just shakes his head at you. “Ms.Peacock?” Cass asks, shoving Jason’s face away with butter covered fingers. Duke tries to snatch a few kernels in the confusion only to get his hand swatted. “I think he means Mrs. White,” he says, waving his hand. “Yeah that one.”

“It’s the butler! It’s always butler!” Dick protests.

“I will fucking riot if it’s the butler!” Steph shoots back.

“It can’t be the butler.”

“Why not, Dami? He has motive.”

Damian rolls his eyes.“Gordon, why are you siding with Grayson?-” Babs opens her mouth to answer but Damain continues before she can get another syllable out “-nevermind. He doesn’t have as much motive as the rest of them. Besides, does he really look competent enough to hold a gun left alone with a knife?”

Tim raises his chin from your head. “Demon Spawn, your standards for butlers is too high. Alfred is-”

“You say this like you have plenty of references.”

“Oh, Tommy Terrific, Duckie here is a posh bastard,” Jason sneers ruffling Tim’s hair. From the way, some of his hairs stick up you could guess that he still had some butter in his hand. Tim makes a face of disgust; you try your best to help him with his hair. “Jay, you say that but you’re like Mr. I need the correct type of wood for my bookshelves,” Steph laughs. “Just because I’m not a slob like the rest of you walking disasters doesn’t mean I’m posh.”

“Yes, it does. You lived here. Yanno with Alfie,” Dick says, pulling out another pack of snacks he’d managed to snag from your bag. You’re not gonna ask at this point. Tim gives you a look which roughly translates to ‘I am very sorry for my trainwreck of a family’. You snort at him before turning towards his sibling. “I mean look at Cass. She’s still feral.” If looks could kill, the look Cass give you would melt your bones. Thankfully, Damian opens his mouth. “They’re all feral.” You have a sense that you’ve also been insulted. You hear Babs to your right laugh derisively. “You say this like you’re any less feral than the rest of us.”

“I am-”

“Are any of you still watching the movie?” Bruce asks and for the second time that night, your body tries to divorce your soul. You had almost forgotten that yes, you are watching Clue with the fucking Batman. You shift in your seat suddenly feeling a twinge of nervousness. Before the discomfort could nestle in you, Jason speaks up. “No, Bruce, we’re just watching Cass vacuum the popcorn into her stomach. What do you think?”

“You guys didn’t ask,” Cass says through a mouthful of popcorn knowing full well that’s a lie.

“How can any of you be watching it? All you’ve done is talk over the dialogue.” You almost laugh at how exasperated he sounds. Beside you, Tim just snickers and shakes his head.

Damian just looks at his father from his bean bag next to Dick. “Father, we can talk and listen. ” Dick, like the mature adult that he is, slaps his knee laughing. “I don’t think B is capable of that.”

“PREACH” was followed by a chorus of AMENs.

"Alfred, what have I done to turn my children against me?" Bruce asks, tiredly leaning back into his recliner.

"Master Bruce, how would you like me to list it?"

"Alfred not you too," Bruce groans, putting his hands in his eyes.

"Yeah! Alfie's on our side!" Jason cheers.

"Quite."

"Alfie is always the sensible one," Cass chuckles sensibly between bites. You hear varying noises of agreement and Bruce ages from suave debonair to extremely tired single dad.

"I assume Alfred is actually the boss here."

"Yeah, Bruce is actually on the bottom of the food chain here," Tim says. You tilt your head in contemplation. "Yanno that makes Batman so much less scary."

"B-man's just a giant softie," Steph chirps, slinging her legs over Duke and Cass's laps narrowly missing the nearly empty bowl of popcorn.

Dick turns to you winking. "Yeah, just give him the puppy eyes and he'll get you anything you want in 2 seconds flat."

"Dick…"

"It's true!"

"Even a carnival?"

"Can we please just watch the movie?" Bruce says, in an almost pleading voice.

"I wouldn't hold my breath, old man," Jason chuckles, earning a glare from both Bruce and Damian. "It's not like you know how to shut up, Todd."

"Sorry, I don’t speak gremlin."

"That's bull Jay!"

"MOVIE IS STILL GOING ON! SHUT YOUR CAKE HOLES."

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS THE BUTLER.”

“Yes, yes, it has been publiced and noted, Birdie,” you giggle into Tim’s side, shaking your head. He wraps his arm around you, pressing a kiss into your hair, winking at you. “Does it count?” Tim asks over his shoulder. A look passes between him and Cass. “I don’t think so,” she says grinning.

“It so does! It’s one of the endings,” Dick protests vehemently. Jason’s mouth flattens then curls into a grin. “By that logic, the old man is right too.”

Dick thinks for a moment, tapping his chin. “Well, we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” Bruce protests.

"I'm still sticking with the butler. I'm sorry this is the only logical conclusion."

"He wasn't even an actual butler you butter brain!" Steph protests, throwing a pillow at Dick.

"I'm sorry but can we address why you're all mounting a mutiny against me?"

"Teenage rebellion!" Dick answers.

"Chum, you're not even a teenager."

"Father's right. At most, Grayson is five years old," Damian pipes from beside Dick seemingly unaffected by his brother's pout.

"Alfred, you're going to have to check my blood pressure before patrol."

"Quite, sir."

“They’re all so dramatic just like you said,” you whisper into Tim’s shoulder.

“I AM NOT DRAMATIC”

“Ah, yes, because the pretty man pose is so pragmatic.” Damian deadpan.

"That was one time, you assholes!"

"Hey, what else did Timmy say?"

"Well he- Oh wait!" You fish out your phone and Tim snacthes it away faster than you can blink. "No-" cough "-you don't." Cough.

Jason snatches it from him, snickering at the photo of Tim kissing you on the cheek. You're pretty sure Tim has a matching photo with you kissing him on the cheek. "Nice lockscreen, (y/n)."

"Oh, you should see the homescreen!"

"No. Please don't. You might need eye bleach."

"Relax Space Cadet, it’s not that one."

"Ohohoho, what didn't you want big daddy bats to see? Haaa, Timbo?"

Tim turns every shade of red before settling on fire hydrant red. "None of your business!"

Bruce clears his throat, looking at a stupidly expensive watch. “It’s time.” Dick springs up, stretching and showing off. “Is it really that time already?” Steph asks in almost a whine. Duke and Cass take the opportunity to shove her off and sadly, she lands with a loud thud and a mangled curse. You wince but laugh unsympathetically which simply earns you a face full of dust covered popcorn. You frown at her and she grins at you as Jason hauls her up by her hoodie. “C’mon Blondie. Let’s leave the love birds alone.”

“It’s not like they’re actually gonna be alone. Alfie’s here. So is Babs.”

“I’m going back to my place. You people give me a headache.”

“You say that like you weren’t having fun,” Dick teases, walking after her.

“I’ll be down in the cave if you need me,” Alfred says waving at both of you. “Will do, Alf,” Tim yawns, nuzzling into your hair.

Cass pops her head back in. “Make sure Tim doesn’t do anything stupid,” She calls back. You grin, bright and wolfish. “Don’t worry! He can’t do me while he’s sick.” You hear Bruce choke in the hall and you just know that you’ll mentally kick yourself for that later. Luckily for you, Tim physically kicks you now. “What the hell?!” Cough. “Sorry, got caught in the moment.” You huff, trying to look a little sorry. Tim just glares more. “You’re not even close to sorry.”

“Ok. Yeah.”

“I have no idea why I love you sometimes.”

“My amazing personality?”

“Sure.”

“Love you too, Tim,” you chirp, kissing him. Tim’s lips feel hot after the quick peck and he pulls you closer. “I love you but I was pretty sure my family was gonna eat you alive.”

“They would have done it,” you hum, pausing before adding, “respectfully.”

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Stories to Awaken Terror Part 1: Bloody Bones

Dean Winchester x Reader

1500 Words

Story Summary: As a couple of kids read a scary book, Sam, Dean and Y/N live those scary tales. Will they be able to figure out what’s causing the hunts before it’s too late?

Warnings: Creepy monster?? Taken from an old version of the Boogeyman

“The boogeyman?” You questioned breathlessly. “I just thought he was a childhood nightmare, not something real!”

Sam glanced quickly your way, as the two of you continued to back up the darkened stairs, your heart beating in time with each loud footstep following you. “Seriously Y/N? In this line of work you still thought something could be fake?”

“Do you guys have to talk about this now?” Dean muttered on the other side of the door, the door your backs were currently up against. “How about a little help on that side Sammy?”

Sam turned around to help unlock the door, while you kept your flashlight pointed straight ahead, watching as it bobbed up and down with the shaking of your hand.

Down below you, two red eyes peered out of the darkness, out of the reach of the beam of your flashlight. You swore you heard teeth gnashing together, as each wooden step creaked with the monster’s boney footsteps.

“I’m on the first step,” the monster voice, cackling and high giggled from below you, more terrifying than you would have ever thought. “You naughty children, I’m coming for you.”

“Sam,” you whispered, turning to your best friend, hoping that by now the door would be open and you could tumble into Dean’s waiting arms.

“Y/N, this door is magically sealed. We can’t get out, Dean can’t get in,” he muttered the words you hated to hear.

“Sam, what are we going to do? There’s only one way out and it’s that door. If we go down below, we’re lunch for bloody bones,” you cried, as loud pounding came from the other side.

“Damn it guys, I can’t get it open!! I’ll figure something out, you just need to hold on!” Dean yelled.

“I’m on the second step,” Bloody bones, otherwise known as the boogeyman teased you, his boney fingers creeping into the beam of your flashlight. Blood dripped from each bone, and you couldn’t control the gag that escaped your lips.

“What are we going to do?” You whispered, pressed against the door, Sam at your side. You could still hear Dean scrambling about the other side, and you wanted him by your side.

“You naughty children,” Bloody bones continued to cackle. “You’ve been so bad, coming in here and ruining my hunting chances.”

“Shut up!” You screamed at the monster. “You’ve been killing innocent children. You need to be taken care of!”

“Those children deserved it,” Bloody Bones muttered, another step closer, his face coming into view. His eyes were huge, blank as they stared up at you. His face was nothing more than a skull, muscle and tissue hanging grotesquely off, blood turning the skull a shiny red. It was one of the most disgusting things you had ever seen, and you had seen a lot.

Sam raised his gun, pulling the trigger, and shooting Bloody Bones square in the forehead. The monster acted as if nothing had happened, taking another step. “I’m on the fifth step,” it taunted, opening its mouth and showing it’s sharp teeth.

“Damn it,” Sam muttered, before Dean yelled through the door. “I’m going for help! Don't’ get eaten!”

As his side of the door turned to silence, you turned back, screaming when you noticed Bloody Bones was only a step away from you now, his bloody hand reaching out to you.

Sam stepped in front of you, attempting to push the monster down the stairs, but it was surprisingly strong, picking Sam up as if it weighed nothing. “You will be punished,” it told Sam before tossing him behind him.

Screaming for Sam as he tumbled down the stairs, you raised your gun, firing off another shot, although it did no good.

Searching for anything to beat the monster with, you screamed in terror as it lifted you up by the neck, his eyes a void as it stared at you, your fight faltering as your lungs ached for air. “You will be punished,” it promised you before you knew no more.

“What happened to the girl?” His sister, Sophia asked, clutching her pillow tight to her chest. “I don’t want her to die!”

“Hey, what about the guy?” His best friend Tyler asked, trying to stay calm even though his face was pale. “Dude that monster is creepy!”

Zach was trying to stay brave, trying to show his friend and kid sister that there was nothing to be afraid of. After all, it was just a stupid book, and a fake scary story. “Guys it’s just a story.”

“But where did you even find that book?” His sister asked.

“At this yard sale,” he muttered. “Listen Sophia, if this is too scary, why don’t you crawl back to the house and sleep with Mom and Dad.”

“No, I want to stay here,” she whispered.

“But hey Zach. Doesn’t this seem like a weird book?” Tyler asked him. Zach stared down at the book, having to agree with his friend. It was an old book, with no date written inside. Words had been written on the cover page, words that were in a different language. Symbols were drawn throughout, one or two written in a dark red ink. It had sat on the table, buried under other books, but it called to him. He had pleaded with his mother for the money, holding the book tight to him when it became his. That had been over a month ago, and with each passing story, Zach found himself getting more and more obsessed with the book. It was torture waiting for the weekly sleepover, and often times he found himself bringing it to bed with him, cuddling the book to his chest.

“Let’s continue,” he insisted, opening the book back to his bookmark, his heart already accelerating, wanting to know what was going to happen next.

Your mouth dry like it was full of cotton, your throat sore, you came to suddenly, thrashing about on the floor. Your mouth was covered with a dirty thread of fabric, and you didn’t even want to imagine where it had been before. “Sam?” You mumbled, making no sense through the fabric.

Training your eyes to see in the dark, you noticed Sam hanging from his arms in the corner, his shirt ripped open, Bloody Bones dancing around him in glee.

“You’re tougher and leaner than my usual children, but you’ll do nicely, yes you will,” it kept muttering over and over, reaching out and running it’s hand along Sam’s chest. Sam tried to pull away, but he was weak, and could only groan as the monster’s claws cut into his skin.

“Leave him alone!” You screamed, turning those creepy, lifeless eyes your way.

“Ooh, the naughty girl is awake. I’ll save her for later,” he muttered to himself. “Maybe as a stew.”

“You’ll leave her alone!” Dean yelled from the top of the stairs, but with the way you were laying you couldn’t see him.

“Dean?” You called out, trying to fight your bindings as Bloody Bone’s ran his claws against Sam’s arm as if he hadn’t heard Dean at all.

“This arm will do nicely,” he mumbled, his tongue darting out to lick at his absent lips. “I’m so hungry. Those three children weren’t enough.”

“I warned you,” Dean spoke low, holding his flame launcher low, ready to take out the monster as soon as it stepped away from his brother. Bloody Bones took a step towards Dean, his teeth bared, and Dean took that at his opportunity, lighting the monster on fire.

It’s screams hurt your ears, and if your arms had been free you would have covered them. You could only watch as the Monster turned into a pile of ash, and it was only then that Dean stopped, panting heavily.

“Are you two okay?” Dean asked, glancing at his brother before coming over to help you. Undoing the rope, he gently picked you up, holding you steady as he stared down at you.

“I’m okay, but Sam took the biggest beating,” you told Dean, who kept you close to his side.

“I was so worried,” Dean spoke softly, surprising you when he he cupped your cheek. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted, pushing him away so he could go help his brother, even though you liked being held close to him.

As Dean helped his brother up the stairs, you followed behind, wondering how this hunt had even happened in the first place. Boogeyman, or Bloody Bones as he had been called, wasn’t supposed to exist. Only in nightmares to scare young children, and yet you had been literally shoved into this small town, right into the case about small children disappearing. It felt wrong, and for a moment you wondered if Gabriel was back, tricking you with these weird hunts. What other explanation could there be?

Dean Tags: @acreativelydifferentlove @a-girl-who-loves-disney @akshi8278 @anokhi07 @aubreystilinski @bebravekeeponfighting @colette2537 @crusadedean @deanwinchesters-impala67 @haelyn @horsegirly99 @ikeneasul11 @its-not-a-tulpa @just-another-winchester @librarygeekery @msimpala67 @lenaabs @love-charmer-sketch @ria132love @ruprecht0420 @shadowhunter7 @sizzlingbearpolice @sleep-silent-angel @sortaathief @superseejay721517 @thesaneone @torn-and-frayed @wonderfulworldofwinchester

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Friday Recs! Week 31 (ptss I know It’s saturday)

PREVIOUS WEEKS

Feel free to tag me in your SPN related fics and remember to ALWAYS LEAVE FEEDBACK AFTER YOU READ, drop and ask with a few encouraging words (why you liked the story, what your favorite part was), reblog using a reaction gif, use funny tags!! Feedback is the best way to show your love and appreciation!

I got tagged in so many stories this past week, and I mean sooo many -about 100- which makes me super happy but at the same time it’s impossible for me to read all of them and give them the love they deserve and these lists take plenty of time to put together. That said, unforturately I won’t be adding every single one because I don’t have 3 or so hours to collent and tag 70 people.

I apologize if you tagged me and your story is not on the list or if you tagged me in a couple and I’m only adding 1. Also there’s so many nurber of tags allowed per post...

I think I’ll never catch up with my reading :/

Drabbles

The Visit by @wayward-mirage

Raicing Hearts by @plaidstiel-wormstache

Gif Drabble by @thegreatficmaster

Imagines

Imagine dragging Dean to bed when he’s had too much to drink by @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious

One Shots

Monster of the Week by @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname

Clean Up On Aisle Four by @winsister91

Your True Mate by @roxy-davenport

The Backside Closed by @kdfrqqg

Keeping Up Appearances by @pinknerdpanda

Witches Curse by @queen-of-deans-booty

The Bet by @revwinchester

I’ll Find Him by @docharleythegeekqueen

Plastic by @dancingalone21

Beautiful Music by @justanotherdeangirl

Goodbye, Dean by @chelsea072498

The Garden by @angelcollinsmisha

What Happens In Moondor by @emilywritesaboutdean

A Guilty Heart by @thesaneone

The Winchester Weekend Camp for Wayward Hunters by @emilyymichelle

17 Days by @roxyspearing

S’mores and Skinny-Dippin’ by @wi-deangirl77

Troubles by @plaid-lover-bay25

Woof by @uniquewerewolfsuit

Hypothesis by @kleineaholic

Series

Come Back Down - part 16 by @hollygopossum

Unspoken - chapter thirteen by @wheresthekillswitch

Hands off - part 3 by @soopranatural

On The Ropes - part 6 by @atc74

Even Better Than The Real Thing - chapter 2 on AO3 by @rachelladytietjens

Changing Directions - part 2 - Surprises and Revenge by @thinkwritexpress-official

Not What He Expected - part 2 by @winchesterprincessbride

Our Little Secret - part 10 by @sis-tafics

Listening At Keyholes - part 2 by @supernaturallymarvellous

Yes Sir - part 9 by @evansrogerskitten

Brother vs Brother - part 3 by @one-more-spn-fan-girl

I’m Here - final part by @samwinjarpad

Happy Birthday Omega - part 4 by @wwe-spn-twd

Us - part 1 - Not a Beta by @deanwinchester-smut

How I Met Your Brother - part 1 by @purgatoan

Heart of a Hunter - Act II - Part 6 by @muchamusedaboutnothing

Ride With Me - part 9 by @getyourrocksalt

As It Seems - chapter 9 by @imagining-supernatural

#friday recs!#notnaturalanahi's rec list #Friday I'm in love... with your writing!#week 31

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@thesaneone responded to your post:

I am loving this story. Its full of fluff, angst, feels…all the good ones and some of the bads, but that’s what makes the story great!

Thank you so much sweetheart. I’m glad it takes you through the whole range.

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Beauty beyond sight

Dean Winchester x Reader AU

1000 Words

Written for @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo

Square Filled: Florist AU/Flowershop AU

Story Summary: As the owner of the town’s flower shop, Dean watches Y/N pass by his shop daily. Finally getting up the nerve to talk to her.

A/N: Blind Reader, fluff

Tying the apron around my waist, I watched out the window, waiting for the exact moment she would walk by. It had been the same schedule for almost a month, and I looked forward to it each and every day. I would arrive to work at exactly seven fourty five, standing in the front of my small business, tying on my apron for a long, messy day of work. At exactly eight she would walk by, a smile on her face, her head tilted up to the sun as her golden dog guided her down the street, her sunglasses gleaming with the reflection of the sun.

The sun gleamed over her beautiful hair, more often than not cascading down her shoulders. She was always dressed the same, a pair of faded denim jeans, a flowly tank top, and converse sneakers. She was enchanting, and I kept hoping that someday she would grace my tiny little flower shop. If she even stepped inside, I knew I would shower her with as many free flowers as I could.

But it never happened, and I could only watch as she would once again walk past at ten o’clock on the dot. Today however, I had a plan. The weather was finally nice enough that I could have a display outside. My assistant had already shown up for work, and I had her running the deliveries today. It was perfect, I would finally get the opportunity to talk to this beautiful woman, maybe even schedule a date.

“Why are you in such a chipper mood today?” My assistant Karen asked as she pulled a couple of premade bouquets from the cooler.

“It’s just a beautiful day,” I answered, helping her finish her job before turning to the display’s I had ready to place outside. As she left through the back door, I pulled one wooden wagon out, full of tulips and daffodils, bright yellows and whites, their perfume tickling my nose.

Placing them in the shade of the overhang, I turned to stare proudly at my store. I had never imagined owning a flower shop, but it had come to me through the Father I had never known, and I had fallen in love with the place. Dealing with the beauitul, pungent flowers on a daily basis, knowing that the bouquets we sold would make someone’s day. I loved when we worked with weddings, making their day that much more special with our special arrangments.

Pulling out the other cart full of sunflowers and daisies, I stood by the door, a single red rose in my hand waiting for her to walk by. I was nervous, but I couldn’t wait to see her, finally get to talk to her.

I could see her rounding the corner, her faithful companion by her side, and I was surprised to see the vest on her dog. I had never noticed it before, always caught up in the woman’s beauty, never noticing that she had her own service animal. It didn’t deter me, and I stepped out to wait for her to pass.

“Good morning,” I spoke clearly, trying to hide away my nerves. The dog pulled to a stop, and she stopped a handful of steps away from me.

“Hello, do I know you?” She asked, her voice just as beautiful as I imagined it would be.

“The name’s Dean, and we’ve never met. But I’ve noticed you walking in front of my shop for a while now, and I wanted to say hi. Here, I have this for you.”

I watched as she nervously reached out, her hand coming about halfway, never exactly towards the rose, her sunglasses focused straight. After a minute of watching her, the realization came to my mind, and I pressed the flower into her hand. She was blind, and now I felt foolish handing her something that was meant to be seen and admired. “Listen, I didn’t realize…,” I stuttered, feeling like a fool. “I just wanted to give you something nice, maybe ask you on a date. I didn’t realize you wouldn’t be able to see it.”

“Ah, but flowers are meant to be smelled as well,” she answered me, taking a step closer, her hand reaching up. It took her a moment but she placed her hand on arm, squeezing softly. “I’ve always loved flowers. And my name’s Y/N.”

Before I could offically ask her on a date, she was off, being guided down the street by her service dog, and I could only watch, even more amazed by this beautiful strong woman.

The next morning I came to work in a rush, already behind in my schedule. We had a bunch of bouquets to transport today, along with a meeting for a wedding. As I quickly turned the sign to open, I saw Y/N standing there, a cup of coffee in her hand, her dog sitting beside her.

“Good morning!” I exclaimed, opening the door and stepping outside.

“Good morning Dean,” she smiled, before holding the coffee out. “I hope you like coffee. Repayment for the beautiful flower yesterday.”

“Thank you,” I answered, “Can you wait here for a moment?”

Racing into the flower shop, I opened our cooler, pulling out my favorite flower. It had a deep scent, almost musky instead of sweet. Heading back to the door, I placed it in her hand, along with a broken off daisy in her hair. “There, that’s perfect.”

“Dean, you don’t have to keep giving me flowers. But this one smells heavenly.”

“Do you want to have dinner sometime?” I blurted out.

“Really?” She seemed surprised. “But are you sure?”

“More than sure. I’ve been wanting to ask you out since the moment I saw you, but I was too nervous.”

“I’d love that,” she agreed, holding the flower up to her nose. And at that moment I knew I would be forever showering this beautiful woman in as many flowers as possible. The richest smelling flowers I could find.

Dean/Jensen Tags:@acreativelydifferentlove @a-girl-who-loves-disney @akshi8278 @anokhi07 @aubreystilinski @bebravekeeponfighting @colette2537 @crusadedean @deanwinchesters-impala67 @haelyn @horsegirly99 @ikeneasul11 @its-not-a-tulpa @just-another-winchester @librarygeekery @msimpala67 @lenaabs @love-charmer-sketch @ria132love @ruprecht0420 @shadowhunter7 @sizzlingbearpolice @sleep-silent-angel @sortaathief @superseejay721517 @thesaneone @torn-and-frayed @wonderfulworldofwinchester

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katymacsupernatural · 7 years

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Should Have Been Faster

Dean X Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: After receiving a call, Dean drives as fast as he can, needing to be by Y/N’s side as quickly as possible.

Written for the Fabulous Fake Title Challenge hosted by @just-another-winchester and I. Requested by @clairese1980

Written in Dean’s POV

Four little words running through my mind, over and over as I pushed the Impala to the max. Should have been faster, I kept reminding myself, knowing that there was still so much distance between Y/N and I. Too much time, too many miles before I had her by my side once again.

“Dean, you’ll know we’ll be there in time,” Sam tried assuring me, but my jaw stayed clenched, my eyes on the road as I sped at least fifteen miles over the speed limit. I shouldn’t have let her go, not by herself. I knew what could have happened, but when she turned those beautiful eyes my way, I couldn’t say no. It had seemed so simple at the beginning, just a girl’s weekend with her, Jody and Donna. Sitting around Jody’s house, maybe going out to the spa, or whatever else girl’s did. She had pleaded with me, saying she needed time with women, and I had given in. Knowing that I would do anything to make her happy.

Never had I imagined that someone would mean so much to me like Y/N did. She was my everything, and I knew I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. When I received the phone call this morning, I had pulled Sam to the car without a word, needing to leave as fast as possible. To be by her side when she needed me the most.

“Sam, I shouldn’t have let her go,” I muttered, my hands tight on the steering wheel. “What if something goes wrong? What if…,”

“Dean, she’s with Jody and Donna. They aren’t going to let anything happen to her,” Sam tried to say, sighing when I didn’t seem to relax at all. “We’re only an hour out.”

“I know. Too long,” I muttered, wishing the Impala would go faster.

The road never seemed to end, each mileage sign seeming to say the same amount of miles until I was next to Y/N. Stopping for gas, I pulled out my phone, trying to call her, my chest tightening when there was no answer. Without taking the time to call Jody, I climbed back into the Impala, impatiently waiting for Sam to return from the bathroom. He hadn’t even clicked his seatbelt before I was pulling out onto the highway, once again speeding down the cracked road.

The sun was starting to set by the time Sioux Falls appeared. Tension had my shoulders straight, my jaw clenched, my knuckles sore from holding tight to the steering wheel. Sam had stayed silent the last hour of the ride, often checking his phone for messages from Jody. But whatever she had said he didn’t pass on, instead letting me sit there and fret.

I drove straight past Jody’s, not even slowing to see if her truck was still in the driveway. I knew where Y/N was, and I hated the thought of her being there without me. She shouldn’t have to be going through this without me by her side.

“Dean, why don’t you pull up to the front, and I’ll switch spots,” Sam suggested, and I gave him a slight nod. Sliding to a stop in front of the main doors, I placed the car in park, climbing out and leaving it behind with Sam. Racing through the front door, I went immediately to the front desk, asking for Y/N.

The nurse glanced patiently at me, no doubt used to tense and fearful people at her desk all the time. “She’s on floor three. The elevator’s around the corner.”

Without even thanking her, I rushed around the corner, hating the feel of the hospital. This is why I tended to stay away from them as much as possible. Too much white everywhere, reminders of death and illnesses everywhere. Not to mention all of my bad memories of hospitals that made me weary of them.

Tapping my foot impatiently, I waited for the elevator to slowly make it’s climb to the third floor, thinking it would have been better to take the stairs. As soon as the doors opened, I spotted Jody standing off to the side, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Jody!” I exclaimed, rushing forward.

Looking tired, she smiled up at me. “You made it!”

“I drove as fast as I could,” I admitted. “But where’s Y/N? How is she?”

“Come with me,” Jody insisted, taking my hand and pulling me along with her. Sitting down on a couple of chairs, she placed her coffee down before turning to me. “Y/N had a hard time,” she started to explain, my hands clenching more with each word. “It was long, and hard, and the doctor’s were worried about her for quite some time.”

“But now?” I whispered, hoping for good news.

“Now she’s sleeping, and the baby is fine. Congratulations, your a father,” Jody beamed. “You have a beautiful little girl.”

“A girl?” I breathed, even though I still couldn’t get past the fact that Y/N had to go through all of this alone. “Oh Jody, I should have been faster. I should have been here when she needed me the most. How is she ever going to forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive!” Jody exclaimed. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Why don’t you go in there, see if she’s awake yet. I know she would love to see you.”

On shaking legs I made my way to the door marked with Y/N’s name, pulling it open and stepping inside. Y/N was asleep on the bed, her hair spread out, dark circles under her eyes. Pulling the chair up beside her, I took her hand in mine, staring at her, killing myself for not being there for her.

It was only a couple minutes later before she started to stir, her eyes blinking before she peered tiredly up at me. “Dean, you’re here?” She mumbled.

Reaching up and brushing the hair from her cheek, I nodded. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I heard it wasn’t an easy labor.”

“It was long, and exhausting, but it’s over now, and we have a beautiful baby girl. I can’t wait for you to see her,” she told me, smiling up at me as if I hadn’t messed up and missed it all.

“Y/N, how can you be happy with me? I wasn’t here for you,” I asked, surprised when she squeezed my hand.

“Dean, it was my decision to come up here for a girl’s night. You tried to keep me home. But I don’t think it’s your fault, or mine. Babies come when they’re ready, and I guess she wanted to be up here to meet her aunt Jody, and aunt Donna. Please don’t beat yourself up over this. Please Dean,” she pleaded, and I nodded.

“I’m just glad both you and the baby are safe,” I answered, leaning over the bed so I could capture her lips with mine.

“Oh, this must be the father!” The nurse exclaimed, coming through the door just as I pulled away. In her arms was a tiny bundle, wrapped in pink. “Would you like to see your daughter?”

My heart beating fast, I carefully took my baby girl from the nurse, holding her gently in my arms, afraid I would squish the precious girl. “Y/N, she’s perfect,” I whispered, staring down at her in amazement.

“Yeah, she is. I’m so glad you’re here,” Y/N whispered as I came to stand next to her. Realizing that even though I had wanted to be there earlier, I was just glad I was there now. To be a part of my family, to see the happiness in Y/N’s eyes as I held our little girl for the first time.

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You’re the Voice

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Written for @like-a-bag-of-potatoes Power Ballad Challenge. I had the song You’re the Voice by John Farnham

Warnings: Angst!!

Witches. You hated the spell throwing, foul smelling things almost as much as Dean did. They always seemed to cause the most trouble, their attitudes worse than a badger. They were the worst type of hunts.

Yet again, it seemed like a witch was going to get the better of you. Never suspecting the witch was a part of the police force, the three of you had stepped right into her trap, and her waiting spell. It had taken almost twenty four hours to take affect, and by then she was long gone, leaving you to fend for yourselves.

Doing nothing more than simply touching Dean upon the shoulder, she changed not only his world, but yours as well. Turning him against himself, away from the man you had grown to love.

It hadn’t been noticeable at first. Leaving the police office behind, heading back to the hotel room. The two of you joking about the horrible bar at the end of town, arguing about where to go for dinner. Dean had seemed calm and his normal self as you pulled up to the hotel, ready to change out of your annoying FBI gear and into something a little more comfortable.

“Y/N, I…,” he started to exclaim as the two of you climbed out of the Impala. You were already pulling your key out of your pocket.

“I call dibs on shower first!” You beat him to it, sprinting to the door before he even finished his sentence. You wanted the hot water, wanted it to pound away on the sore muscles left by the lumpy mattress.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered from being you, making you smile.

Shutting the bathroom door, you stripped out of your pencil skirt and white blouse, turning the water on as you hummed quietly to yourself. You could barely hear Dean moving about the room on the other side of the thin wall, and you couldn’t help but think about what might be to come. With Sam staying behind, it gave you and Dean a chance to finally be alone, and you could finally tell him how you felt. Tonight, at dinner, you promised yourself, stepping under the scalding spray, closing your eyes, trying to calm your nerves.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in there, but you finally forced yourself to step out before all the hot water was gone, knowing you would never hear the end of it from Dean if you didn’t. With a towel wrapped around your hair, along with another wrapped around your body, you began applying makeup, wanting to look your best for tonight.

As you worked, you began to notice how quiet it was on the other side of the door. Normally Dean would be listening to music, or watching the newest episode of Dr. Sexy. But nothing came from the main room, and you wondered if he had stepped out for a moment.

“Dean?” You called out, getting no response.

Slipping on your jeans and long sleeve shirt, you tossed the towels onto the rack before stepping out into the room.

Dean had his back to you, standing in front of the beds. His arm was raised, and in horror you realized that he had his precious gun pointed to his temple. “Dean, what the hell is going on?” You asked, coming forward into the room. Turning to face you, you could see the blank look in his eyes, completely unfocused as he looked your way. “There’s no other way,” he spoke, his voice monotone, his hand shaky as he tried to fight.

“Dean, there’s always another way. You told me that,” you tried to tell him, but he shook his head.

“No, this time there’s not. Our book is finished, our author’s done. It’s time to write The End,” he insisted, using sentences that sounded foreign coming from his mouth. But it was enough to tell you that this wasn’t his doing. The witch, no doubt had to be someone working at the police station, and you had no idea how to fix this.

With tears in your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to find a way to calm Dean. “Dean, please. Give me the gun.”

“I can’t. She won’t let me,” he answered, smiling sadly at me. “But Y/N, think of it this way. By doing this we won’t be living in fear any longer. It will make the world a better place.”

“No it won’t!” You cried. “Dean, you make the world a better place. You’re the voice that brings people back from the edge. You save people, giving them another chance. Doing this isn’t going to fix things.”

“I can’t stop it,” was all he said, a tear slipping down his cheek, and you knew what had to be done. “One of us needs to die. A life for a life.”

Taking a step closer, you kept his gaze on yours, talking to keep him from pulling the trigger. “Dean, you’ve always been there for me. Always been the voice of reason when I needed it the most. Reminding me that we write our own stories, that we have the chance to turn the pages over. Because of you I’m still alive, and I’ve never been able to repay you for that. Until now.”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, his hand still trembling as he fought the spell.

“What needs to be done,” you whispered, only a step away from him now. “Dean, you’ve saved so many people. You, are the hero, the one that needs to continue on. To save more people, to fight against all the evil in the world. To be the voice of those who need it. Please, let me help you.”

“But you can’t,” he cried, as your hand reached up for his. Your eyes staring straight into his agony filled green eyes, you stood on your tiptoes.

“Dean, we can make this better. You can make this better. But you have to let me help,” you pleaded, your lips ghosting over his as your hand turned his, bringing it down.

Closing your eyes, you tasted his lips, wanting to commit everything to memory. It was your first kiss with Dean, and even though he was still under the spell, it was more than you could have hoped for. “Dean, I’ve always loved you,” you whispered against his lips, the cold barrel of the gun now pressing against your skin. Dean was lost in your kiss, in your touch, missing the fact that you had pulled the gun away.

“Dean, be the voice,” you insisted, “Be the voice for both of us.” As the words slipped from your lips, you squeezed his finger against the trigger, his eyes widening in horror the last thing you saw before you fell limp in his arms.

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I Promise You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 900 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo and the Birthday Backstreet Boys Bash hosted by @kayteonline and @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid My song is I Promise You

Square Filled: Free Space

A/N: Super cheesy fluff!!

Wrapped in a towel and nothing else, you sat on the edge of the bed, staring in wonder at the picture in front of you. It had been Dean’s gift to you exactly a year ago, and had easily become your favorite decoration in the entire room.

He had handmade the frame, using some of the wood surrounding the bunker, carving your initials into it, much like his initials were carved into the Impala. The picture was of you and Dean, the day of your wedding. And while it might not look like much to most people, it was absolutely perfect to you. Dean had you draped over his arm, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips as Sam and Cas stood in the background. Cas had overseen your wedding, which had seemed perfect. What better way to be married than in front of an actual Angel?

Smiling as you stood up, you made your way over to your phone, swiping through your songs, trying to find something fitting your mood that evening as you got dressed. Dean was taking you out for dinner, for your anniversary, and you were in a great mood.

Finding one of your favorite songs, you pressed play, the melodic tunes of the Backstreet Boys soon filling your room. The Backstreet boys had been your guilty pleasure in high school, and even to this day you loved playing their songs when you needed a lift.

Smiling as you pulled out the only dress you had, you began singing along to the song, amazed at how well it seemed to fit your love for Dean.

I promise you

From the bottom of my heart

I will love you til death do us part

I promise you

As a lover and a friend

I will love you like I'll never love again

With everything I am

So lost in singing along with the song, you didn’t hear the door open as you lathered lotion over your legs. “Y/N, Backstreet boys? Again?” Dean teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Dean,” you pouted. “It’s the perfect song for today. Just try to listen to something besides classic rock occasionally.”

Rolling his eyes, he stayed silent, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling out his nicer button down shirt, dressing up for your dinner. Slipping on your black bra, you began singing along once again, turning to catch Dean’s gaze on your every move.

I see you look at me When you think I'm not aware You're searching for clues Of just how deep my feelings are How do you prove the sky is blue The ocean's wide All I know is what I feel When I look into your eyes

Striding back over to you, he wrapped you in his arms, gently swaying to the music, him only in his jeans, you in your panties and bra. It made the moment all the more intimate as the two of you swayed across the privacy of your bedroom, Dean’s emerald eyes shining with nothing but love for you. “Dean, aren't’ we going to be late?” You asked him, but he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I’d rather hold my wife in my arms, in the privacy of our room, dancing to her favorite cheesy boy band then sit in some stuffy restaurant,” he insisted, surprising you as he twirled you around the room. “Especially when she’s dressed like this.”

“Dean, you’re such a goof,” you teased him, as his hands slid down your back, cupping your scantily clad bottom.

“But that’s why you love me,” he answered quickly, pulling you tighter against him. “And this just might become my favorite song.”

“Why?” You asked as he moved his hips with yours.

“Because you love it,” he told you. “But also because it seems to mirror my feelings, almost perfectly. Y/N, I’m never good with words. But I love you more than I ever thought possible, and being here with you now, makes me fall even deeper into love with you.”

“Dean,” you sighed, reaching up and cupping his cheek. “I love you too.”

“That’s all you can say?” He exclaimed in pretend shock. “I just lay my heart out there, and you just come back with those three simple words.”

“Well, it was four. Unless you count your name, then five. But what else can I say? I married you, didn’t I? I’m dancing here, in my underwear, in your arms, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Dean’s gaze darkened as he stared down at you, before his foot got caught in the towel laying on the floor. Squealing as you felt him tip forward, you couldn’t stop either of your movements as you fell backwards, onto the bed, Dean on top of you.

Both of you laughing hysterically, Dean rolled to his side, pulling you tight up against him. “Now this is the perfect way to spend our anniversary,” he said, and you had to agree with him. There was no other place you would rather be.

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The Comfort of a Touch

Dean Winchester x Reader

500 Words

A/N: Just a little drabble for those that might need it.

Warnings: Mentions of sadness/depression, lack of self worth. Angsty

Days like today were the worst. You could feel your mood start to settle in, and no matter how hard you tried, there was no shaking it. No way to turn off this sadness that seemed to slither inside you, turning your normal smile into a frown, making tears rise up, a feeling of unease and disappointment settle deep into your stomach.

All these thoughts flooded to your mind, reminding you of every little mistake you made, of how you weren't’ good enough, or never would be. It was hard, feeling as if your entire being was being shattered into a million pieces while no one around you seemed to notice. Everyone kept on their normal schedule, missing the fact that you were screaming on the inside, wishing there was someone you could talk to, anyone. But you couldn’t burden your friends or family, and truthfully, you weren’t sure if they cared enough to begin with.

So instead, you settled onto your bed, trying to keep the thoughts at bay. Trying to keep the feelings underwrap, the tears from falling, but as the time passed, you could slowly feel your resistance fading, and you wanted nothing more than to have someone hold you, whisper in your ear that everything would be alright. You needed contact, needed to know that someone out there cared enough about you to be with you when you needed them the most.

It was hard, sitting here, locked in your room in the bunker, knowing that Sam and Dean were just down the hallway, but had no idea how you truly felt. How you knew there was nothing but a dead end to this life. No happiness, no chance at a family. No chance at love. You were going to die alone, and probably at the hands of some Monster, and that thought scared you more than you wanted to admit to anyone.

It was then you let the tears finally fall, curling up on your side, watching the door, wishing it would open, with Dean stepping inside to see if you were okay. Wanting him to wrap you in those strong arms, whispering that everything would be okay. But the door remained shut, and you remained by yourself. Alone, always alone. It hurt, knowing that you would always be by yourself, with no one there when you needed them the most. Thinking that something must be wrong with you, knowing it was the only logical reason why people left you alone, or left all together. You were broken, and there was no chance at being fixed.

Your head pounding from the tears, your heart shattered from the thoughts running through your mind, you rolled over onto your side, pulling your pillow to your chest, a cheap replacement to the contact you truly needed. Missing the fact that Dean stood just outside your door, his forehead against the wood, wishing that he was brave enough to step inside and comfort you when you needed it the most.

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Take Me Out to the Ballgame

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

Written For: @spnfluffbingo

Square Filled: Going to a Baseball Game

Word Count: 1200 Words

Dean was usually very good at hiding his emotions. More often than not his face was a mask, letting no one know how he truly felt. Including you, who knew him better than probably anyone. But you could still see the utter disappointment on his face when he listened to his half brother talking about the things his father did with him. Things that he never offered to do with Dean. Normal things, like going to a baseball game. Dean had immediately closed up, his face turning back into a mask, but you could still see the way his jaw clenched, his eyes hardened. His hands were curled in fists, and you weren’t surprised when he suddenly walked out of the room, leaving you there with Sam and his half brother. It was just another glimpse of how horrid his childhood had been, how fast he had to grow up.

Your heart hurting for the man you loved, you tugged on Sam’s sleeve, making the tall man bend down so you could whisper in his ear. “Sam, has Dean ever been to a baseball game?”

“Not that I know of,” Sam answered. “Dad took us to a couple of cheesy wrestling tournaments, but that was it.”

Sam’s affirmation of your words made you immediately start planning. Sure, it wouldn’t be the same, but maybe it would make Dean feel just a little bit better. Going to find Dean, to give him a shoulder if he needed it, you knew you had a little bit of time to put your plan in place.

Dean’s birthday was a couple of months away, giving you plenty of time to get your plan in place. As the day of his birthday finally rolled around, you finished placing his presents in the birthday bag. With it secure in your hands, you went to find Dean, knowing he would probably be at his usual spot, and you were right. Lounging back in one of the wooden chairs, his feet propped up on the table, he was sipping a glass of whiskey. “Happy Birthday sweetheart,” you said as you plopped the bag down in his lap.

Raising an eyebrow, he peered down at the bag in surprise. “Since when do we do gifts?” He asked, as you sat down next to him.

“Since now,” you argued, before nodding towards the bag. “Now open it.”

Doing as he was told, Dean opened the bag, pulling out a bag of peanuts, a foam finger, a shirt and two paper tickets. “What is this?” He asked, staring down at the gifts in confusion. “Wait, are these tickets to a baseball game?”

“Yep,” you answered, waiting for his reaction. He seemed curious, but excited all the same, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek as thanks. “Now, I know the game isn’t for a while, but I wanted to do something fun. Something different. I saw how disappointed you looked when Adam spoke about the game, and I know I’m not your Dad. But it will still be fun.”

“I can’t wait,” he assured you, smiling up at you. “Thank you sweetheart.”

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It was almost two and a half months later before it was time to use the tickets. You smiled everytime you passed them, placed in honor on his nightstand. When it was finally game day, you woke to see Dean was already out of bed, the tickets and shirt gone from the nightstand. Quickly getting dressed in your own sports shirt, you went to find him. He was already in the garage, making sure Baby was ready for the trip, smiling up at you when he saw you standing there. “Ready?” He asked, opening the passenger door, and you nodded.

You could feel his excitement the entire trip to the stadium as he mumbled along to the music, pulling up to the stadium parking lot, parking at the end so his precious car stayed safe. Threading his fingers through yours, you stood in line at the ticket gate, Dean curiously staring at the crowd of people. “Don’t worry,” you whispered to him. “I don’t think we’re going to get ambushed by any monsters here.”

Rolling his eyes at you, he handed over the tickets, the two of you finally in the stadium. Dean’s eyes widened at all the food vendors, licking his lips in anticipation. “There’s so much food!” He exclaimed, before you took his hand once again, pulling him away from the food and towards the field.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get plenty of food, but I want to see the rest of the stadium!” You insisted, watching as the home team started warming up. People had already started to fill the seats, while others shopped the merchandise booth. Giving in to Dean’s stomach, you went back to the food line, settling for popcorn while Dean went all out. Buying a hot dog, nachos and a pretzel, along with beers for the both of you, he struggled to carry it all down to your seats.

With your fake credit card, you had got tickets close to the field, but down the line. It was the perfect day for a game, and you could have just sat there, your eyes closed, enjoying the sun all day.

Wrapping his arm around you, he munched happily away on his hot dog as the game started. You could see the huge smile on his face, the way his shoulders were relaxed, and you knew this was the right thing to do. He needed this, the relaxation, the chance to be a normal person without saving the world hanging over his head.

He caught you staring at him instead of the game, his hot dog halfway to his lips. “What? Do I have mustard on my face?”

“No,” you assured him. “It’s just nice. Seeing you carefree and happy.”

Pulling you to him, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. “This was the best gift you could have given me. Thank you sweetheart.”

Leaning back against him, you couldn’t stop smiling, when a ball was hit your way. Sitting up, you watched as it came closer, worried that it might actually hit you. Dean moved his arm, easily reaching up and grabbing the ball before it crashed into you, chuckling as he handed you the ball. “As a hunter I thought your reflexes would be better.”

“Hey, I’m good with vampires and werewolves, and throwing knives. But I’ve never had the chance to catch a baseball before,” you argued.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he said as he picked up his beer. “Including going to a baseball game. This has been perfect. And truthfully, I would rather my first baseball experience be with you, and not my Dad.”

“Really?” You exclaimed, and he nodded. “This wouldn’t have seemed right with my Dad. But being here, with you by my side. This is right, and I love that we have a new memory to share.”

“Dean, you’re just a hopeless romantic,” you teased, before reaching over and stealing a nacho.

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Love Ever After

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary: Eavesdropping when she shouldn’t, Y/N overhears Dean talking about being in love with someone.

This is for my Fabulous Fake Title Challenge run by myself and @just-another-winchester. This fic is for @amanda-teaches

Yawning widely, you climbed out of bed, the smell of coffee driving you from it’s warmth, knowing it was past time to get up. Glancing at your clock, you winced when you saw the time, realizing you had been asleep a lot longer than you had realized. Slipping a pair of jeans on and a sweatshirt, you couldn’t ignore the hint of coffee any longer, needing the jolt of caffeine to get you going.

Stumbling down the hallway, you could hear Sam and Dean talking in the kitchen, sounding extremely serious for this hour of the day. Rounding the hallway, you were almost to the kitchen when your name was said.

“How are you going to tell Y/N?” Sam asked his brother, raising your interest. You knew eavesdropping wasn’t nice, but you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to hear what they were saying.

“I have no idea,” Dean muttered. “I have no idea how she’ll take it, and truthfully I’m a little nervous.”

“Dean, you’re the one that’s in love,” Sam continued. “And Y/N needs to know.”

“Don’t you think I don’t know that!” Dean exclaimed, as you stood there, your hand over your mouth. Dean had been acting a little weird the past couple of weeks. Awkward, acting nervous around you. There had been times you had caught him staring at you, his eyes hooded, and know you were wondering if he had been trying to tell you each time.

You were heartbroken. You hadn’t realized that Dean had been seeing anyone, let alone long enough to fall in love. He had always seemed so sweet to you, and you had hoped that maybe one day he would become more than the friend he was now.

You considered running, away from the heartbreak you knew to wait you inside. But that wasn’t who you were. You always faced things head on, even when it was something as disheartening as this.

“Dean, just don’t wait too long. You know how things can get turned around when you do,” Sam muttered, as you forced yourself to move forward, to step into the kitchen.

Dean’s gaze landed on you straight away, his eyes huge, as Sam smiled at you. “Didn’t think you’d be up yet,” Dean muttered.

“The smell of coffee woke me up,” you muttered, stepping into the room, trying to paste a smile on your face but failing miserably.

“I’m out of here,” Sam exclaimed, leaving you alone with Dean.

Smiling up at you, Dean handed you your favorite mug, already filled with coffee exactly how you liked it. “So Y/N, I was wondering if you and I could have dinner tonight? I have something I want to tell you.”

He seemed nervous, almost shuffling his feet as he waited for your answer. “Sure,” you grumbled, knowing what he wanted to talk about, wishing he would get it out of the way.

“Great!” He exclaimed. “I’ll do everything, just meet me in the war room, around six?”

Nodding, you took your coffee, escaping to your room so you could finally stop hiding the misery that you felt.

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It was almost six by the time you forced yourself out of your room, your eyes still red and puffy from your earlier bout of crying. But you were ready now. Your shoulders were straight, your heart pounding as you made your way into the main rooms of the bunker.

Dean already had the place set up nicely. Some of the emergency candles lit in the middle, the finer china placed on each side, towards the end of the table. There were even folded napkins, with the silverware placed on top, fancier than anything you had ever seen in the bunker. He had gone through a lot of trouble, especially if this was to let you know he had fallen in love with someone else.

Confused and out of sorts, you stood there, tracing the edge of the plate with your finger when his footsteps startled you. “There you are!” He exclaimed, a large tray in his hands. Expecting his usual burger, you were surprised to see some sort of chicken dish, along with a salad and breadsticks. Wine was off to the side instead of the usual beer, confusing you even more.

Pulling the chair out for you, he waited until you were sitting, sliding it in.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” You asked him, watching as he swallowed heavily, his eyes wide.

“Let’s eat first, then we can talk. I even made pie,” he stuttered, effectively evading your question. Humoring him at first, you took a bite.

“Dean, this is amazing!” You exclaimed. “But where’s Sam? Is he gonna be joining us?”

“No, Sam’s gone out for the evening,” Dean explained, “I just wanted it to be you and me tonight. Like a date.”

Almost choking on the meal in front of you, you took a sip of wine, staring up at him. “But how can it be a date when you’re in love with someone else?”

“What?” He exclaimed, looking even more shocked than you. “What gave you that ridiculous idea.”

“I heard you and Sam talking this morning. About you being in love. Figuring out how to tell me. Well, I’d rather you’d just get it up and over with and we can go back to being friends.” You spoke fast, trying to keep the heartbreak from your voice.

“Damn it, I didn’t want you to hear it like that,” he muttered, running his hand along his mouth. “Y/N, I set it up this way to make it special.”

“Why would I want it to be special?” You asked, standing up, ready to leave. “Why would hearing you love someone else need to have a special occasion?”

Ready to race out of the room, Dean reached up, stopping you. “Y/N, damn it. That isn’t what’s happening! I set this up so I could tell you I’m in love with you!”

“What?” You cried, turning to see the truth etched on his face. “But, Dean, I never expected this.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m horrible at letting people know how I feel. At first, I didn’t want to tell you because I was afraid. Afraid that you would leave me. That something bad would happen because of it. Then, I couldn’t figure out the right time to tell you.”

Relieved beyond a doubt, you threw yourself into Dean’s arms, happy that things had turned out better than expected. “I hope that means you feel the same?” He asked, his arms tight around you.

“Of course!” You assured him. “Dean, do you know the moment I feel for you? It was on that freezing cold night, coming back from that hunt in Colorado. My coat had been ripped, and you gave me your leather coat, placing it over my shoulders. It smelled amazing, and I couldn’t help but fall for the man who had wrapped me in it.”

“Really?” He seemed surprised. “I can’t tell you how nervous I was.”

“Dean, you should have listened to your brother along time ago. Then I could have been enjoying more of your cooking. But I am ready for that pie now.”

“See, I knew you were the girl of my dreams.” Dean smiled, placing a soft kiss on your lips before moving on to get the pie.”

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