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moonlight-rider25 · 1 year

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Winchester Girl. Chapter 1

Warnings: Rated PG13, swearing, smoking, fluff, angst

Present day, Massachusetts 11:49pm.

…"Well, aren't you two a sight for sore eyes."

You take a deep breath and swing the door open for the two towering men to slip in between. Latching it behind you, you exhale heavily and slowly turn towards them, they both stand with a solemn look on their face as they stare back at you.

"Glad to see your two smiling faces…" You say sarcastically as you cross your arms over your chest.

"...So what's the occasion, boys?"

Sam wipes his hand over his mouth and begins to stir anxiously before you. Dean keeps his eyes set on you, hands deep in his pocket with his usual stoic face resting in place. You roll your eyes and turn towards the doorway of the small kitchen; adjacent to the living room.

It wasn't much and it sure wasn’t fancy, but it was yours and you were proud of it. Left to you by your gran, you couldn't complain of the slightly run down two bedroom home you had once grown up in with your mom and sister. Strutting over to the fridge, you swing the door open and closed with a smack. Returning only a moment later with two beers in hand. You cautiously extend them out towards the boys and they take them without a word while you seat yourself down against the fake leather sofa. They pop the covers off, resting them on the China cabinet nearby, and take long sips; still refusing to utter a word. You peer towards the TV and grasp your vodka soda, from the side table. You take a long sip from the cracked, repurposed KFC straw facing away from them.

"..Gonna make me drink alone?" You ask coyly, still looking towards the small flat screen.

Finally you hear their footsteps approach from the back of the sofa and watch Sam ease into the old, tan, oversize recliner, somehow still making it seem small. Leaving Dean to perch uneasily at the opposite end of the sofa by your feet.

You sip from the straw without meeting their precarious looks and clear your throat.

"Look I got a 9 to 5 to get to in the morning, and PTA after school, can we please skip the guessing games, and get to the point?"

Sam rubs his brow as Dean stares blankly down towards the coffee table and they stir anxiously.

"We didn't mean to intrude, Y/N, we just need a little help on this one.." Sam finally utters apologetically.

"No shit, I assumed that much. Why else would you two lumberjacks show up unannounced at my door?"

You state coldly reaching down towards the coffee table for your pack of L&M reds. You pluck one from the pack and toss it back on the table. You place the slim white cigarette between your lips and feel around your pants pockets for your lighter. Fishing down into the crease of the couch, only coming up with stale goldfish and matchbox cars; you sit up and reach further into the gritty couch crevice. Finally hitting a familiar feeling with your fingertips, you peer up to spy Dean's hand extended with his shiny metal zippo lighter ready, inches from your cigarette. You reach over and puff eagerly, lighting it on the flame and peer up into his glimmer green eyes for a brief second before sitting back against the couch crossing your legs again and exhaling slowly.

"When are you gonna quit those, Y/N?..." Dean asks, snapping the lighter closed and dropping it back in his jacket pocket.

"Oh, save it.." You say after taking another long inhale. "...100% of non-smokers die too… especially in this line of work."

Dean stares daggers at you as you flick the end of the cigarette into the ashtray. You boldly meet his look again, bringing the butt of the cigarette to your lips and sucking at it again.

"Vamp nest." He says coldly in his deep intimidating voice. "A big one…" He says craning his head over to eye Sammy.

"They, uhh, apparently have been targeting young women…" Sam adds, once meeting Dean's look.

He swallows and brushes the stray hairs from his face as he stutters to get the words out.

"Where?" You ask, exhaling a vast white cloud of smoke from your mouth directly towards; Dean who grimaces.

"About a day's drive from here.." Sam answers with a nod.

You flick the ash into the ashtray beside you again and turn back towards the TV.

"..Think it can wait till tomorrow morning?" You ask with another puff thick in your throat.

It was Thursday night, you were mom free Friday after 8am to Sunday at 5pm. Sam and Dean both know and most of the time, respectfully understand this; after all, it was obviously the biggest reason you weren't as active in hunting, as you wanted to be.

Sam remains silent, nodding in his seat after taking a long sip of his Bud Weiser. Dean looks back towards you, and you slowly meet his eye, taking a sip from your straw.

"It'll have to be, won't it?" He says with a devilish look in his eyes.

You crack a sarcastic smile through the straw in your mouth and roll your eyes as you turn back towards the TV.

You finish your butt and stub it out, leaning forward on the couch before getting up and making your way towards the linen closet to grab sheets, pillows, and blankets for them. You hear them mumble low in their thick deep voices, not as quietly as they probably imagine; and make sure to slam the closet door shut, signaling your return. Your arms full of bedding for them, you see Dean relaxed against the back of the couch with his feet kicked up on the coffee table. His arm outstretched against the top of the plush sofa where you had just been. They both turn towards you with curious looks on their faces.

"So, one in the recliner, one on the pullout…" you say slowly, rounding the couch. "...That or you can share the pullout…" you add through a smile, placing the bundle of blankets on the couch.

They both crack a smile and you look around trying to make sure everything is in order for them.

Dean eyes you again with a daring look; “...Sammy can’t bunk with you?” He says with a snicker.

You glare towards him with a warning look.

"Feel free to use the shower…help yourself to snacks.." You gesture towards the kitchen.

"You uhh… you got any of those little foil wrapped things? …come in a two pack?" Dean asks with a smirk.

You exhale a quiet sigh, biting back a smirk, and watch as Sam tries to hide his own smile creeping across his face.

"Pop Tarts?" You ask through a snicker.

Dean's face lightens up as he allows his smile to grow across his lips.

"Yeah! Those little devils are delicious!" He tells you, straightening up against the couch a bit.

You allow the laugh to linger in the air as you stride towards the kitchen. You reach up into the cabinet and grab the two boxes perched on the faded painted shelf; brown sugar for Sam and Chery for Dean. You swing the cabinet shut and walk back out into the living room, kicking a few action figures to the side in the process. You hold up the two foil covered packages and they both beam a smile in your direction. You toss them their pop tarts, hearing them eagerly tear into their packages as you head for the bolt lock on the front door. You fasten it and dip back into the kitchen against the doorway swatting at the light switch on the wall. You hear Dean's eager hum as he indulges into the breakfast snacks; while reaching for the metal cord on the lamp beside the couch. You grab the remote from the coffee table and toss it in Sam's lap, who's also enjoying the child's snack.

"Don't stay up too late," you tell them, brushing your fingers through Sam's thick head of hair as you trek back towards the hall to your room. "Finns an…"

"..An early riser, I know… we know!" Dean remarks through his mouthful.

“...God, you need a haircut..” You joke towards Sam.

You walk past your doorway and stand quietly for a moment watching Finley sleep soundly, with the gentle blue hue of his dinosaur nightling on his bed stand. You pace back towards your room and quietly shut your door behind you before slipping into an old oversized tee shirt, and drop your bottoms to the floor. You plug your phone in, and place it on your nightstand before rotating the little knob on your lamp; the room growing dark. The hushed murmur from the TV in the living room, fills the air as you roll over in bed and sigh a deep exhale of relief.

He chuckles a bit and you trail away from the two down the hall.

As much as you hate to admit it, there is a huge sense of relief knowing the two Winchester brothers sit out in your living room tonight. Not a goddamn thing to fear; burglar, ax murderer, or the creatures that haunt most people's nightmares; would be getting very far into your house tonight. You recall a time where you spent every night with that kind of reassurance… but it had been years since then. Regardless of how many nights alone you spent in your bed reminding yourself not to worry of things that may go bump in the night…your past had a funny way of always showing back up at your worn out New England door. Little did those tall handsome Winchester boys know that a little part of you each night was always hoping they would...

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The sun peeks through the faded shades as you hear the little peppering footsteps tear down the wooden hallway. You roll over in your bed peering at the alarm clock 5:12 am glows back at you. You sigh, turning back over and groaning against your pillow.

“Oh nice, he let me sleep in 12 minutes today..”

You pull the blankets up over your head and sigh again trying to shake the sleep from your head…then your heart drops into your stomach

"Ahhhh!"

The blood curdling scream that haunts your nightmares. You burst from your bed and rush towards the living room, completely forgetting your attire and the fact that the two Winchester boys are…were still sleeping in the living room.

"Uncle Dean!" Finn yells, sprinting across the living room floor.

"Finn! No!" You shout rushing towards him, but it's too late; he lands feet first in the middle of the pull out, where Dean's limp half covered body lays. Dean jumps, as Finn's body lands in the middle of him.

He grunts and coughs rolling over and sitting up, eyeing you who stands in nothing more than your old tee shirt, barely covering your butt.

"...Sorry!" You say lifting Finn off of the impressively gorgeous looking man and placing him on the floor beside you.

Sam, hearing the commotion stirs awake from his rest and tosses the blankets from his huge torso sitting up in the beaten up recliner. His bare chest and giant shoulders, glistening as he reaches over for Finn.

"Heeey, buddy!" Sam says through his sleep ridden voice.

Finn scampers over and crawls up into Sam's lap, perching himself on the large flat arm of the old tan chair.

"Oh, jeeze, watch your feet bud…" Sam says adjusting the blankets over his lap.

You curl your lips up into a tightly pinched smirk and cover your mouth realizing how exposed you are standing with your back to Dean.

"What are you guys doing here?" Finn asks in his innocent little voice.

"Uhhhg.. were, we uhhh…" Sam stutters looking from yours and Dean's face for an answer.

Dean rolls over in his spot sitting up and batting his eyes, still not sure as to what the hell is going on around him.

"Uncle Sam and Dean are just in town on business, so they stopped by to say hello!" You lie coyly through your best mom face.

Finns face peers up at you with a slight scowl.

"Why can't they ever visit when I'm not in school?" He asks with a frown.

"Uncle Sam and Dean's work is everyday, buddy.” You try to console the sad little face peering up at you. “They don’t get weekends and vacations like you do..." You add, turning on your feet to head towards the kitchen. You grab a pillow from Dean's bed and playfully smack him with it as you walk by.

"Why don't you go get dressed and let Uncle Sam and Dean clean up the living room. You call over your shoulder heading towards the kitchen.

You turn the faucet on, and dump the coffee grounds from the day before. You hear Finn's footsteps putter back up the hall and hear the groans of the men stirring.

"You guys got about 90 seconds to make yourself decent before he's back out here…" you call from the kitchen.

The water trickles into the dingy coffee maker and you grab the hand towel nearby, eyeing the many empty beer bottles placed on the counter..

"..We're decent.." You hear Dean argue in a slurred groan.

"Mmmm… I'm sure.." You mumble to yourself through a smile, tossing handfuls of empties into the recycling.

They clink against each other and you hang the hand towel back up on the slim metal rack before shutting the cabinet door.

"...More decent that you are…’mommy’…" a deep growl of a voice echoes from behind you.

Spinning around, you see Dean standing in the kitchen doorway in his jeans and Grey t shirt; his hair messed a bit from sleeping. You scowl at him backing up against the kitchen sink and flash him a sarcastic smirk.

"Sorry, I was too busy saving your.. ‘pitched tents’ from major injury…" you tell him, biting back a cackle. "...my bad!" You snicker.

He looks you up and down leaning against the wooden doorway with a thick smirk on his face. Crossing his arms, he allows his eyes to linger up and down your long legs. You spin around choking on your laughter a bit and reach up on your toes towards the cabinets quickly realizing your oversized tee... is not over sized enough. You lower yourself back down, inching carefully towards him before standing directly between him and the small space between him and the door frame.

"...Cups are up there.." You tell him, reaching up and ruffling his bed head. “..Help yourself.."

You mutter quickly walking behind the back of the couch by Sam who's buttoning up his flannel.

You hear Dean mutter something under his breath, as you pass by Finn in the hall who's proudly wearing a superman cape over his ninja turtle housecoat.

"Is she wearing pants?!" Sam asks surprised.

"Nah..nope.." Dean answers before he's greeted by Finn's wonderful outfit choice.

You pop a pair of loose Nike shorts on and fly back out past the couch again. Dean still propped up against the doorway of the kitchen.

"You make a better door than a window.." you tell him, slipping again between him and the wooden frame.

He snickers but says nothing else as you reach into the freezer and pluck a couple frozen Waffles from the box. You plug the toaster in and drop them down into the metal slats before pressing down the handle. Out in the living room you hear the giant plastic tote of action figures; crash onto the floor.

"Finn!" You sigh heavily, reaching up in the cabinets for three mugs. "You need to make sure to clean all those up before school today, hear me?"

You grab the still dripping coffee pot and pour the mugs full. A small 'mmmhmm' coming from the living room as you wipe up the coffee splatter. You hand Dean his brimming cup of black coffee and grab the cream from the fridge adding a dash to yours and Sam's mug.

"Uhg, thanks..Y/N…you didn’t have to do..." Sam says with a slight smile as you hand him his mug.

You sip eagerly from your own cup and swipe your pack of cigs off the coffee table from last night, shooting him a knowing look. He smiles and nods as you pop a cigarette between your lips and peer around the living room for the remote you tossed in Sam's lap. He nods with a grunt through his mouthful of coffee and reaches beside the recliner, handing the small black TV control to you.

"Thanks!"

You aim it at the small screen and flash on Finns current favorite Netflix show. You swipe the butt out of your mouth and step over towards Finn who's all too busy with ‘Thor’ at the moment.

"Keep it down, babe. It’s still early for Uncle Sam and Dean, okay?" You tell him, pressing a kiss on the top of his golden brown hair.

He nods and begins clashing the plastic action figure into an unwilling opponent and you pop the butt back in your mouth. You realize once again your without a lighter;

"Fuck!" You blurt out.

"That's a bad word, mommy." Finn tells you plainly.

"Yes, it is baby, I'm sorry.." You rush back towards the kitchen where Dean has moved enough out of the way of the door and light the propane stove. It ticks a few times before igniting and you crane your head down towards the flame inhaling to light your cigarette on the hot blue wave.

"Yeah…that seems safe.." Dean sarcastically remarks watching you.

He takes a long sip of coffee and you remember the Waffles in the toaster. As if on instinct; they pop up and you grab a plastic superhero plate from the clean dish rack and plop the Waffles onto the plate. Along with a cup of apple juice and the smallest fork you can find in the utensil drawer; you place them at the table and call over to Finn for breakfast.

Finley darts through the kitchen with Iron man and Thor battling midair. He scoots sideways into his seat, making sure to prop them up and watch him as he eats.

You turn towards the counter, cigarette in hand gulping back the rest of your coffee and pour another cup.

"Mommy!"

"Right, syrup…"

You turn back towards the fridge and grasp onto the sticky bottle of 'real Vermont syrup' clanking it onto the table next to Finn.

"Not too much!" You remind him as you strut back out of the kitchen.

Dean takes a seat at the kitchen table with Finn and you hear a muffled; "Whoa buddy, that's enough..don't ya think?"

Sam folds the bedding up and meets your eye.

"Oh, don't worry about that!" You tell him, taking a long puff. "I gotta throw it in the wash first."

You hold the cigarette between your teeth and reach out over Dean's pull out filling your arms with the mismatched linens. Sam hesitantly hands you the 'neatly folded' sheet and you smile through your cigarette.

"You guys hungry?" You ask as you exhale making your way up towards the hall, throwing the pile of laundry in your arms onto the floor in front of the washing machine.

"Uhhh, no were…were fine, thanks Y/N.." Sam says shyly.

"I got more poptarts." You say walking back out to the living room.

Sam chuckles a bit, shaking his head; you both turn towards the kitchen hearing Dean's chair screech against the floor as he hears you mention 'pop tarts'.

"Well…I'm fine.." Sam adds with a chuckle.

You take a final long puff from your L&M and snuff it out in the ashtray.

"Sorry Sam, I'd make you an omelet or something if I had the time.." You tell him apologetically.

You stop for a moment, crossing your arms and stare up at the tall man before you; taking in all the little details you remember…

His brown hair framing his face, his eyebrows flustered up when he talks, his little thin lips puckered as he listens to you speak, and the faint stubble trying desperately to grow in around his mouth and chin. He's got a few more pronounced wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, but other than that all you can see is the man you once fell in love with.

Sam's eyes dart back and forth as his smile falls away from his face then reappears again.

"It's fine, seriously Y/N..were fine."

He tries to meet your eye, showing his sincerity.

"Fine, and dandy!" Dean mutters loudly through a mouthful of pop tarts from the kitchen.

Both you and Sam laugh a bit hearing Dean in the other room. Sam clears his throat a bit and sets his mug down on the coffee table and exhales with a slight rock in his step before meeting your eyes again.

“Well you look, uh, good.. Been taking care of yourself?” he asks hesitantly, stuffing his hands down into his jeans pockets.

You pause a moment, craning your head to the side a bit as you watch him shift uncomfortably.

“...Trying to..” You tell him with a playful scoff.

He smiles and meets your eyes again for a moment, before shifting away quickly. You sigh and turn your face down to the floor, spying his hands anxiously fidgeting within his pockets. You look back up holding your gaze on him for a moment.

“You don’t gotta be nervous Sam…” you tell him, shaking your head a bit. “...It's just me…”

He scoffs with a quick smirk, plucking his hands out from his pockets and planting them firmly at his waist. Finally he sighs and meets your look, without darting in different directions.

“You look good too, Sam. I’m glad to see it..” You add still watching him from your spot.

You sigh and shake your head a bit glancing at the clock on the wall beside the door.

"Shit!” You gasp frantically, “I gotta hop in the shower!"

"Bad word mommy!" Finn reminds you from the kitchen.

"You're right, I'm sorry baby!" You call trailing back down the hallway.

“Help yourselves to whatever!” You call out down the hall, spinning the dial of the shower on.

~~~~

Some time later you dash back out towards the living room, your hair flung up in a towel. You pick up Finn's sticky Waffles plate and drop it into the sink before grabbing a third cup of coffee. …Or you would have, but you spy the empty pot instead.

You dump the dripping coffee grounds into the trash, and start a new pot before dashing back out to the living room for your pack of cigarettes. Finn sits on the floor in front of Dean and Sam who are both fully dressed now and sipping their coffee.

"It's fine, I'm making a new pot.." You say reaching down between the couch cushions for your lost lighter.

"Sorry…" Dean calls from behind his mug. "...didn't mean to finish it on you."

Dean takes a long dramatic sip with a long smack at the end and Sam chuckles in his seat, clearly amused with the cartoons playing on the TV.

"Oh here.." Dean says, patting himself up searching for something in his jacket.

He extends his hand out, with his treasured vintage zippo extended towards you.

"Oh…thanks, but.." You stand before him with your finally recovered; plastic pink lighter in hand.

You light your cigarette and pull down the towel from your head marching back off towards your bedroom.

"Finn, try and use the bathroom before we go, please!" You shout from your room. “And change…you cant wear pjs to school!”

You slick some mascara on your lashes and dollop your armpits in some cheap ladies antiperspirant. You smear on some chapstick and brush through your hair just in time for Finn to appear at your doorway; eager and ready for the day as usual. You crouch down a bit, and plant a big sloppy kiss on his cheek before ruffling his hair into place.

"Alright, you ready!?" You ask gleefully.

Back out towards the living room yet again you snatch Finn's lunchbox and stuff a snack pack, some knock off veggie chips, an apple, and a tiny water bottle into the black and yellow batman lunch box.

Sam and Dean stand, looking towards you as you throw your purse over your shoulder and step into your flip flops. You help Finn with his backpack and turn back to face the two men.

"I'll be back in like 30..." You say, remembering to grab your pack of cigarettes and lighter off the coffee table.

"Y/N…do you…is there anything we can do?..."

"No you're fine, I'll be right back!" You tell them frantically, peering down at your phone.

Sam elbows Dean, who tries to hold back the scoff, turning towards you.

"..I can take the kid.." Dean says as he clears his throat.

"...In ‘baby’!?" You ask with a snicker.

They peer out the window, then back towards each other.

"..No, we'll be fine, don't worry about it." You tell them again.

They both sigh and you turn towards the door ushering Finn out.

"Y/N, we can help, just tell us what to do.." Sam says calmly in his reassuring tone.

The door is only ajar when you stop; sighing a deep breath before closing your eyes for a quick moment.

"Okay, fine.. go do the…dishes or something.." You reply before shutting the door behind you.

"Dude, I don't remember her being this…this.."

"Give her a break, Dean." Sam says with a long exhale. "She's a mom, now, and, …she's doing the best she can.."

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You bite your lip sitting at the red traffic light watching the clock tick onward in the dash.

"Come on…Friday…you can do this.." You mumble under your breath through a deep sigh.

You dig your nails into the back of the pleather steering wheel as you sit agitated in your seat.

"Mom?" Finn asks from the back seat.

"Yeah, bud?" You reply, peering towards him in the rear view.

"...where's my homework folder?"

You roll your eyes as another deep breath courses through you.

"..probably on the kitchen floor where you left it…" You reply regrettably.

The light finally blinks green and you roll out through the intersection. The crossing guard waves you on into the line up beside the school, and you park the car before jumping out and opening the back door for Finn.

"It's alright, it's Friday we'll get your homework to Mrs. Barnes Monday morning, okay?"

Finn hops out with a frown on his face. You straighten his hair once again and help him loop his arms through the straps of his backpack. You kneel down eye level to him and peer up into his bright little blue eyes.

"It's Friday!" You cheer quietly to him.

He casts you a small, meek smile.

“Mom, can I stay with you this weekend?” Finn asks with a slight heartbreaking frown.

“No, babe, it's daddy's weekend, you know that..” You tell him apologetically.

“Just tonight then?” he pleads. “Just to say bye to Uncle Sam and Dean?”

You sigh, unable to give him an answer you or he wants to hear.

“Please?”

You bite back your bottom lip peering up into his sad little blue eyes.

“...We’ll see them again. We always do..” you huff in a regrettable tone.

“It’s not fair!” Finn protests angrily. “Why does dad have to ruin everything!?”

“Hey, come on…it’s not his fault…”

You stand back up pecking a kiss on top of his head and usher him down the sidewalk towards the front of the school.

"I'll see you Sunday!" You call cheerfully, as he angrily strides towards the front door.

You stand with your arms crossed watching, making sure he disappears between the two giant blue doors before you allow your gaze to drop.

You sigh as you regrettably sulk back towards the car, recalling what you told him; ‘we’ll see them again..’ hopefully…

You shake the thought from your head. The sun is already beating down at full force under the bright blue skies as you pluck the doors handle and seat yourself against the driver's seat. You turn the key and flip the AC on; its cool air blasts against your face as you shift the car into reverse. You back out and head towards the wretched red light that never allows you a free pass. You stare off into the opposite direction of traffic and wait patiently; when your phone rings. You fish around in the passenger side seat for the vibrating brick and click the green answer button.

"Hello?..."

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moonlight-rider25 · 1 year

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Winchester Girl Chapter 4

Warnings: RatedR, swearing, smoking, angst, fluff, smut, violence

New York, present day.

You realize most of your weapons were left in the bar on the counter with your purse, however not being your first rodeo; far from your first, you think about the things you have on you and what steps you should take next. You try and plot out the way from the bar to the nest they must be bringing you to. Their clearly young vamps, their campsite not far from the hub of the nightlife in the town, a rookie move if nothing else.

They pull into the deserted shopping plaza and drive around back to a dark tree covered alley along the fence line. They stop and drag you out of the car, you manage to make a dramatic performance of spitting the dingy rag from your mouth out in the process, and the blonde vamp picks it up and stuffs it back in unapologetically. You feel the little bits of gravel on the rag and try your best to ignore it as any normal person being kidnapped would do. They walk you into the guarded doors and you're greeted by a few more vamps from their nest.

One thin kid, and two older looking adults. Clearly the leaders of the pack; you do your best to act accordingly.

“Well, well, well..what do we have here…?” The older man approaches you, walking circles around, and taking in the full view of you. You cry slightly, trying to impress him with your fear. He grabs a handful of your hair and whips your head back craning his head down to your neck. He takes a long dramatic inhale smelling you and chuckles eyeing the others.

“I love the way they smell when they're scared…” he says with his laughter.

Any moment now, they should be tying you up and leaving you for the night, perhaps even venture back out to try and kidnap some more recruits.

Unfortunately, your thought is wrong; as they gather the most recent, and clearly starving recruits to begin feasting on you. You whine and cry against the gravel covered rag in your mouth., in actual panic this time. The hungry, and clearly novice recruits circle you. You try to count them, two..three…four!

You quickly try to think through the plan in your head again as you watch them circle you; ravaged with hunger.

You know there's a vial of dead man's blood in your waistband; but while being tied up, you have no way of getting to it. A small silver dagger strapped to the inside band of your bra…again renders useless without the use of your hands. One of the rookies jumps eagerly on you and you collapse under the weight of her. She sits, ravenously shaking on top of you and you pant through the rag as you try to pry your hand from the ties. The other three begin surrounding you and your eyes dart watching and counting carefully how many foes you’ll have to defend yourself from.

The ravenous girl on top opens her mouth, exposing her newly erupted fangs ready to take a bite into you. The other starving newbies begin to pull at your shoulders from opposite sides. Regardless of the pain, it does help loosen the rope around your wrists. You feel your ties finally break away, and instantly punch the unknowing vamp to your left, square in the jaw. You knock the quaking vamp off from you and grasp the silver dagger from your bra. The quaking vamp rolls across the dirty floor a few times, before looking up and seeing you’ve stabbed another one of her friends.

She snarls on the floor, watching as you slice through the rope at your legs you jump up and aim it at the three remaining baby vamps cornering you. The elder vamps of the nest notice the racket and emerge from the shadows; forming a tighter wall around you.

(Fuck!)

The door bursts open; Dean armed and ready to clear the nest in a few moments. You breath in a deep breath and lunge at one of the new baby vamps; his fangs aimed for your throat. You stab him in the chest and he falls to the ground instantly. Another newly transitioned vamp nearby leaps from the darkness towards you. You duck and roll to the opposite corner and stand quickly to find yourself face to face with the elder member of the nest.

Dean yells out your name from the other side of the room. He makes his way over to you slicing and slaughtering through vamps in the process. The leader backs you against the wall, knocking the little silver dagger out of your hands in the process. His fangs outstretched ready to turn you, not just drink you…

You hear the plunge as Dean stabs him through the back; straight into his fast beating heart and watches as a small stream of blood begins to pool out the side of his mouth. He falls against the floor at your feet and you stand facing Dean; panting and shivering a bit. The vial of dead man's blood falls from your hand to the ground between the two of you and it's only then you notice the massive pile of dead bodies laid around you.

“..Thanks…” You utter through breaths.

Dean, breathless as well, crouches down wiping the blood from his knife on a nearby t-shirt from a fallen vamp.

“Don’t mention it..”

~~~~

“That was a really stupid move Y/N!” Dean yells trailing in long strides out towards ‘baby’.

“Oh, come on! Neither one of us knew they'd attack in the bathroom!” You cry from behind him. “I was fine!..”

“You know the drill!” Dean shouts angrily. “Stay put and keep your head down till we get there…till I get there! …I knew this was a bad idea!”

“Dean, stop it. I was fine, and you know I’m not completely useless!” You try to plead to him.

“Something could have happened!” He yells.

“But it didn't!” you scream back.

“Well it would have, if I hadn't shown up!”

“Oh, just shut up!”

You angrily rip the door open the passenger side door of the impala, which is stopped by Dean’s huge angry hand. He slams it closed; pinning you between him and the car as his eyes burn down against yours. You pant as you stare back up with anger as your eyes begin to blur a bit with tears well up.

“You don’t know a damn thing about what I’m capable of!” You shout at him.

“Oh yeah!? That's what you think, Y/N?” He screams back.

“Yeah! I could have taken each and every one of those assholes out!”

“Oh, really!?”

“I could have wiped out that whole nest, without you or Sam riding along and getting in the way!”

“You think so?” He yells through a sarcastic chuckle.

“I know so!”

“The hell you could! You’re such an idiot Y/N, Who the hell are you trying to kid here! I know you better than you know you; and we both know you never could have done that!”

“Oh you think so?!” You spat against him, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Yeah! I sure do!”

“If you know me so well, then why the hell aren't you kissing me yet!?...”

Dean’s arm swoops down around you lifting you up against the car before colliding his huge soft lips with yours. You drink in his flavor and gasp against him. Your arms wrapped up around his neck as your fingers dance through his hair against his scalp. His tongue invades your mouth and you moan against him a bit. He pulls back; your hands dancing in his hair.

“No!” You gasp, pulling him by the neck back against your lips.

Dean sucks at your bottom lip as his hands grip your waist. He slides his hands up your little black satin dress, exploring the curves along your sides. You pant against him, eagerly sucking his tongue into your mouth and devouring his taste.

“Dean..” You say biting back your mouth as you press your forehead against his in a breathless voice.

He cranes his head up, wiping the faint tear marks on your cheek, and stares at you with a dangerous smirk.

“Bratt..”

“Asshole…” You reply, smirking back at him.

“Get your ass in the damn car!” Dean hollars through a smirk, as he walks around the back of ‘baby’.

“Quit telling me what to do already!” You say trying your best to hold back a giggle.

‘Road to nowhere’ by Ozzy starts playing in ‘baby’ as you peer out into the darkness through your window. You pull your legs up and lean against the door and perch your chin on your hand as you feel the wave of tiredness blanket itself over you. Dean taps his thumb against the steering wheel as he stares out onto the headlights against the pavement.

“I still find it all a mystery

Could it be a dream?..”

As your eyes flutter open and closed you decide not to try and shake the memories of Sam's huge arms clutching around you while you drift off to sleep..

“The road to nowhere...

Leads to me..”

Kansas; the Bunker 7 years ago

You turn the corner down the bankers hall towards Sam's room with a load of freshly folded laundry in your arms, halting at his doorway, when you spy the huge man standing over something near the side of the bed.

“What’re you up to..?” You ask, placing the basket of laundry on the end of the bed.

Sam turns around and clears his throat after stumbling over the jumbled words in his mouth. He smiles and moves aside a bit, showing off the cute little bedside table. The tan little stand fully equipped with a lamp, a picture of the two of you framed, and your current folk lore book.

“I uhh, I got you your own so you don’t have to keep your phone and books on the floor anymore…” He says with a faint embarrassed smile. “I know it's not much, but..”

“I love it!” you say with a giggle; walking over and inspecting the easy open drawer.

You peer up at him and smile, he stands uncomfortably smiling back at you. He reaches up and rubs at the back of his neck.

“Yeah?.. I don’t want you to feel like you have too..you know keep it..or…”

You giggle watching him clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed that you caught him in the middle of setting up the kind gesture.

“Relax Sam..” You tell him with a scoff; while reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

He seats himself down on the side of the bed cradling you in his arms as you press your lips against his.

“It's perfect. Thank you..” You tell him running your fingers up his huge broad neck to his scalp and through his thick long hair.

“Yeah…” he says with a smile as he pulls you down on top of him.

Ozzy's voice booms from Dean's bedroom as you straddle Sam's lap, trailing kisses down his huge broad neck. He hums beneath you and you quickly begin stripping him of his many layers. Your hands trace down his huge chest and you lean in against him; invading his mouth with your tongue, his massive hands stroke your sides as he pulls your shirt from over your head. He breaks his mouth from yours and sucks at your neck as you grind against him moaning.

He flips you over onto your back against the bed, fumbling with the buttons of your pants as you moan eyeing him. He strips off your pants, then thong; onto the floor and you arch your back with your legs up, bracing for his touch. He grabs you by your waist and slides you down the bed towards the edge towards him. The basket of clean folded laundry tumbling to the floor in the process. His mouth instantly at your center, his huge hot tongue curling around your sensitive bud as you groan against the sheets. He grips your asscheeks with his giant hands and holds you still against him. His tongue dances and weaves around all the sensitive nerves at your core.

“Fuck Sam!” you cry out.

He groans against you as you feel his huge fingers release your ass and reach in between your soaked, aching folds. You gasp as the pleasure washes over you. He curls his fingers up inside you and you wrap your legs around his neck as your body tenses and the waves begin to build up inside you.

“Sam!” You pant as you buck up towards him.

“Yeah, that's it, isn't it” he says, pulling his head away and watching you squirm as your high washes over you.

“No, come here!” You pant as he edges you on.

He holds you down against the bed; circling his huge thumb around your sensitive bud and curls his fingers in and out as you come undone on the bed before him.

“Sam!” You squeal.

He groans watching you as you cry out; finally succumbing to the incredible orgasm he prys from you.

“Right there, come on Y/N, cum for me…” he says as his hands gyrate between your legs.

Sam sucks at your core again, lapping you up as you come undone beneath him.

He stands and tosses his shirt to the ground as you pant on the bed under him,

“Come here..” You giggle as he leans down meeting your mouth with his.

He devours your taste and you moan against him still riding out your high. He pulls back with a giant grin across his face and you hear the Ozzy lyrics echo louder down the hallway.

“Oh shit…” Sam gasps, grasping at the blankets and wrapping them over your exposed half. You lay breathless beside Sam on the bed and roll on your side.

‘..You got to, you got to, you got to lead to me..’

The giant footsteps striding down the hallway stopping at Sam's doorway as you bury your head in the blankets next to Sam's giant chest.

“Dude…shut the frickin door!” Dean says slamming the door shut.

“Sorry!” Sammy replies, wiping the glistening juices from his mouth.

You cackle under the blankets as Sam rolls over and pulls you on top of him…

New York, present day.

The car rumbles low and you awake startled as it rolls into the rundown looking motel with a half broken flashing sigh. Dean hops out and strides off towards the office as you try to shake the steamy memory of Sam's magic hands and what they were capable of making you do. You stretch your arms out as a yawn escapes you. Peering at your phone the screen flashes 2:03 AM.

(Must have tried to drive all through the night..) You assume with another yawn.

Dean returns and hands you the key to the motel room, he grabs your bags from the back and follows behind you towards the dank looking motel door. You jiggle the key and the door creaks open, you reach around and flip on the light switch teetering in towards the bed in the middle of the room. You hear Dean drop your bags and dart for the bathroom. It's only then you open your still sleep ridden eyes and see there's only one bed in the room.

Dean reappears a few moments later and grabs a beer from the pile of bags. You rub your eyes a bit and see his arm outstretched towards you; a capless cold beer hovering before your face. You sit up on your elbows and take long meaningful sips.

“One bed?” You say after a few sips.

“It's 2 in the morning Y/N, you're lucky I even got this.” he replies before slugging the rest of the beer down.

You roll your eyes and set your half drank beer on the floor before regrettably getting up and sleepily heading towards the bathroom to shower.

There's nothing you want to do more right now than slip into a hot steamy shower and rinse the remnants of vamp blood from your body. You lean against the sink and peer into the mirror, shaking your head, you laugh a bit to yourself. You reach up and allow your hair to cascade down over your shoulders, rubbing a bit at your scalp where it was held before.

You start the shower and slip out of your shoes and dress, allowing it to fall to the floor around your feet. Pull back the shower curtain and slip behind it. The hot water instantly settles your body's pains and aches. You allow the water to wash over you and soak your hair. Peering down you realize you forgot your bag out in the other room. Of all nights, tonight you are not going to skip actually washing your body for creature blood; 2am or not. You sigh heavily and pull back the curtain just enough for your face to peek out into the steamy bathroom.

“...Dean?” You shout over the running water.

You wait a moment then finally hear his reply.

“Can you grab my shower stuff out of my bag?... Please?..” You ask, waiting for a delayed response again.

Finally the door knob turns and through the thick steam drifting around the bathroom, you spy his gleaming green eyes peering back at you. He smirks and licks his lips before stepping in a few feet reaching out and handing you your bottles of soap. You grip the shower curtain in your hand and carefully reach out trying not to expose anything more than needed to him.

“Thanks..” you tell him kindly.

“You, know…this is more soap than Sammy and I use in a year..” he says, passing your shower bag over to you through the doorway.

“Oh, come on, this ain't even half of what I got at home..” you reply with a snicker.

He shakes his head as he passes bottle, after bottle over to you.

“Yeah… I remember…” he says, backing away towards the door.

Hearing the click of the door latching shut, you quickly lather yourself up and try to breathe deeply through the steam, unable to stop the memories spiraling around in your mind…

Me too…

Kansas Bunker, 4 years ago

You were just finishing cleaning up breakfast, almost an entire package of Bacon and 4 eggs over easy with 3 pieces of toast smothered in butter for Dean; heart attack special you called it as you placed it in front of him. Along with 2 ham and veggie omelets for yourself and Sam. While Dean denied ever needing cream in his motor oil thick coffee, Sam was pleasantly surprised at the difference a splash of cream could make and soon, he took you up each time you offered it to him. Grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning was the least you could do while they allowed you and Finn to stay.

Your ex; Finns dad, had ran off on a drug bender for the last time and you decided to abandon the disgusting run down trailer he had inherited from his deadbeat father. You hit the road the first chance you got and never looked back…ending up in Kansas knocking on the bunker door within a few days; unsure of where else to go. Before you could even open your mouth to get a ‘hello’ out, they had carried yours and Finns bags down to your own room. It was dim and the only ‘homey’ touch was a bedside table with an old dusty lamp between the two twin beds. It smelt damp and musty and you sighed a bit, sitting down on the end of one of the beds.

“Thanks guys…” You say as Finn, less than 2 at the time; toddles his hardest up against the side of the bed where you were sitting.

You picked up the crying toddler, who was eyeing Dean and Sam. You tried your hardest to hush him and soon Sam squatted down and began talking in a lighter tone to him. Finn, still unsure and only knowing of men that yelled and cursed in a drunken fit of rage, hid his face into your chest as you patted his back.

“You’re okay, Finn, you're safe..” You said pecking a little kiss on the top of his golden head.

“Muum..” He cooed a bit against you.

You patted his back and realized he had not eaten anything besides a bag of goldfish a few hours prior.

“So uhh.. Are you guys hungry?”

The kitchen hadn’t changed in the slightest; besides being messier than you left it. You started frying up a whole package of bacon, cooking eggs, making omelets, and toasting toast. Just like that, it was almost as if you had never left. Besides the addition of Finn, you all fell back quickly into the routines of life before…

Sam never called the two of you anything a proper name (per usual), and he didn’t have to. Within the first week of your arrival, you found the unfamiliar walls too much and asked him to sleep in bed with you. He did, even if he barely fit on the little twin mattress with you… And you slept better than you had in years wrapped in those huge muscular arms clutching you so perfectly. In the morning, you woke in a daze unaware as to where he had gone. Finn was curled up next to you in his playpen; which the boys had gone out and gotten for you after they realized the bunker was far from baby friendly.

They came home with arms full of huge boxes and a car load of everything imaginable, some far too small for Finn, some too big; a highchair, changing table, toys, walkers, playpen, baby gates, a stroller, car seats, baby monitors, bibs, kid silverware and place settings, a tiny ride on car (Chevy of course) diapers, bath soap, you name it. It was honestly shocking, as much as it was a surprise, and even more of a shock when Sam later confessed most of it was from Dean's well rounded knowledge of parenting; not Sam’s.

Sam remained a gentleman through the years, and allowed you to take it slow as you had just gotten out of a pretty rough relationship and were trying to navigate the single mom life. He never made a move or pressured you through the nights you asked him to lay next to you in the cold bunkers room. However, after about a month of barely being able to keep himself up on the tiny twin size mattress next to you, you moved Finn's playpen into his room next to your side of the bed.

You sat down on the side of it and propped the receiver end of the baby monitor on the side table next to the bed… It took you a moment but you realized; it was the same side table he had brought home for you all that time ago. You ran your fingers across the top of it and smiled to yourself. Finn babbled in his playpen beside you, and you listened intently as the long striding footsteps approached the doorway from the hallway. You pulled the singing toy hanging on the side of the playpen for Finn and smiled up at Sam. He shoved his huge hands down into his pockets and smiled back, watching you two in his room.

“This is…so… such a strange thing to see..” he says softly with a chuckle.

You sit back on the side of the bed and pat the side next to you. Sam hesitated for a moment before sitting down next to you and reached down into the playpen to pull the toy for Finn again.

“You kept the table..” You say quietly pointing to the side table you remember him being so embarrassed about.

“Yeah… I uhh.. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away…” He says anxiously.

You reach over and pull the little silver knob open, spying a bunch of condoms from different boxes.

“Uhhh…”

You turn and see his face of fear as he reaches over and closes it carefully. You laugh to yourself as you watch the redness build up in his face.

“Sam, it's fine!” you cackle watching him grow redder by the second.

He laughs uncomfortably with you and you grab his hand in yours. You hold it in your own for a moment looking at it; the calluses that have only grown more pronounced, the huge weathered knuckles that must have punched countless monsters in the face…and humans. The lines running in different directions on his palm…You remember laying in bed with his arm over you comparing the lines on your palm to his. You both had a ‘v’ in the middle that met at another line and then abruptly stopped… It was still there; yours and his.

You peer up into his glimmering eyes as he watches you examine his hand in confusion. You smile at him with a giggle in your mouth..

“Your hands haven't changed…”

He eyes you suspiciously and you both allow a laugh to fill the air for a moment. Finn coos and Sam reaches down pulling the singing toy for him again. He sits back up meeting your look again and you allow a long silent moment to pass as you stare at his sweet familiar face. His little drawn up lips sitting right above his chiseled chin, the stubble forming around the curves of his upper lip and on the sides of his cheeks. His hair framing his toned jaw and his eyes peer back down at you the same way they once did…

“You haven't changed a bit..” You say through a smile.

“Is that a good thing..?” he asks sarcastically.

You reach up and place your hand softly against his cheek and pat at his soft skin..

“It's whatever you think it should be..” You say before pulling him down towards you and your lips finally meeting at last. You breathe in his scent as he kisses you back tenderly but cautiously. You reach up your other arm and pull him closer to you, then he finally wraps his huge arm around your waist and pulls you up towards him. You moan against him and allow your hands to linger at his neck when you finally break the kiss. He presses his huge forehead against yours and you lean back towards him.

“...Y/N… I gotta tell… you something..before I…”

Finn fusses in his playpen and you sigh, releasing your hands from around his huge neck. You lean over and pluck Finn from his spot resting him on your hip bouncing him a bit as you try to hush him.

“I gotta go change him..” You say heading towards the doorway.

Sam sits and nods with his signature fake smile on his face as you head towards the hallway. You stop and turn back towards Sam who's pouting at the edge of the bed.

“Well, I guess Ozzy was right…” You say waiting for him to meet your eye. “The road to nowhere lead to you…” You tell him bravely before disappearing back out towards the hallway.

Was it love? It had to be love. Whole heartedly and entirely since the moment he saved you. But you couldn't deny the fact that your heart was never truly just his and his alone… No matter the distance, the amount or time, and now even a kid… You loved him…but not just him…

New York, present day.

You walk out from the bathroom, your hair in a towel and sit on the edge of the bed; Dean grabs his bag heading towards the still steaming bathroom and closes the door behind him. You sprawl out on the blankets and pull your phone out; 2:37am. You climb under the covers and hold your phone screen close to your face scrolling through the nonsense of your facebook timeline; reading about people's joyful adventures and weekends they're having. Most of the people you had known before meeting the Winchester brothers probably assumed you fell off the face of the planet… How were you supposed to make a post about slaying a vamp nest on a Friday night?

You locked your phone and set it on the nearby side table just as you hear the 'click' to the bathroom door. Turning in your spot, you spy Dean approaching from the steamy bathroom. In a white tee shirt and a faded pair of pj pants. His hair; still sexy as all hell, sticking up on end from being wet. He drops his bag and rummages around the bottom of it for a charger. You roll back over facing away from him and try to suppress the dangerous memories that make your core throb.

You hear him curse at the side table as he struggles to plug the phone charger in, then he makes his way around the room hitting all the light switches off. He locks the door and draws the blinds, securing every other entry into the motel room before making his way back over to the other side of the bed. He pulls back the blankets beside you and you turn over on your side towards him, eyeing him with a concerned look.

“I think we’re past being concerned about cooties, don’t ya think?..” He says climbing under the blankets next to you.

You chuckle to yourself and throw a pillow between the two of you. Dean scoffs and reaches up towards the light switch next to him and turns it off.

“I won't try anything if you don’t.. He says with a smirk.

“Oh please, Dean Winchester on his best behavior…that's a first…” You say with sarcasm thick in your throat.

You lean back against your pillow and pull the covers up over your shoulder.

“Oh come on, you've slept in the passenger's seat next to me, a hundred times..” he says with some sincerity in his tone.. “Never tried anything then, did I?”

Dean lets out a long sigh as you raise an eyebrow, even though he can't see you. Thinking back on the realization of most of those times was likely because Sam was in the back seat.. But also recall, on the rare occasion he wasn’t. Hell, at times, you had hoped he would reach an arm over between your thighs and keep it there…just long enough…

You shake off the thoughts and nestle your head down into the pillow and try to drift off to sleep besides the wicked man inches…fucking inches from you. In the same bed as you nonetheless! You squirm a bit and try to empty your mind before drifting off to sleep…

“You don't want me to try anything…do you?” He asks in a rugged whisper.

“Goodnight Dean!” you call sternly from your place.

…try anything no… perhaps just do what you will with me…well thats another story…

Kansas Bunker 4 years earlier

“Pour some sugar on me…

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah…

…Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

The lyrics belt out on Dean's stereo as you walk past the closed door towards the bathroom; towels in hand. You bobbed your head to the beat unbeknownst to what was lurking on the other side.

In the shower ‘hall’ you liked to call it; you turned the water red hot and began to undress. You comb through your hair with a wide tooth comb and peer over at Finn's baby monitor on the counter. Hoping the water was warm by now, you slide in behind the foggy plastic curtain and allow the water to soak deep into your hair, along with the pains from living with the two Winchester boys for so long untouched…

You had been staying with the boys for almost six months now, and were grateful neither of them ever tried to pry deeper into the depths as to why you showed up on their doorstep. Your main priority was Finn, and the boys respected and understood that without you having to ever put words to it. Even with sharing a bed with Sam every night, he refrained from making any moves; most of the time you appreciated and admired the personal restraint he had, but you did have your suspicions as to why he never, not even once, tried to push his luck with you…

Deep into your conditioner cycle, leaning over in the narrow stall with a pink razor in hand at your leg lathered in shaving cream; you hear the bathroom door creak open.

“Just a few more minutes..” you call out over the tall shower stall.

You peek out behind the shower curtain and wonder if Finn had awoken from his nap or anything of the sorts. The monitor on the sink tells you he's still asleep; logically, one of the guys must have just not known you were in the shower. You continue on your long cream covered leg and rinse the remnants off.

Dipping your face into the hot water a few more times making sure you got a complete full rise of everything off. You hear the shower curtain jingle as it's being pulled back. You freeze momentarily, unsure of what you hear and bite back the smile growing across your face.

(Jesus Christ, took you long enough!) You think as you remain still for a moment longer, taking your time allowing the hot water to fall over your face a few more times.

“Well, Sam...” You say with a giggle.

Wiping the water from your face, you turn around cautiously spying Dean approaching you slowly with his eyes set on you, filled with lust, want, and seemingly not about to back down. You wipe your eyes again, making sure it is in fact who you think is walking towards you. His green eyes glimmering as you wrap your arms up around his huge shoulders in the foggy stall; he reaches out towards you and effortlessly picks you up pinning you against the shower stall. You moan out against him as his lips meet yours. He's eager and ready, you feel his hard cock pressed up under your butt and groan as he slams his palm against the shower stall holding you with one arm.

Your tongues collide and he invades your mouth ready and eager as you moan with him. You can't help but buck towards him with your aching core as you groan against him. He pulls away, still pinning you against the cold shower wall, breathless as he stares at you.

“...I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have..”

“Don’t you dare!” You gasp, pulling his face back towards yours.

Dean devours your mouth with his, his fingertips digging into your waist as he holds you up against the shower wall. You wrap your legs around his waist and dig your hands through his soft wet hair. He sucks at your neck trailing down your chest. He grasps your breast with his huge calloused hand. And you grab a fist full of his hair, pulling his head back and meeting his eyes. You buck against him as he pins you against the shower wall, lining himself up with your aching core. You whine anticipating the sensation of him filling you.

Your eyes flutter as you feel his throbbing tip caress against your sensitive core, and he groans watching you take him in inch by inch. You can't help but cry out when you feel him pressed up against you; he reaches his hand up and covers your mouth, muffling your cries of pleasure a bit. He sucks at your neck as he slowly pumps in and out of you, your legs locked around him as you shudder with each thrust. Your stomach coiling as you buck against him, he finally captures your mouth with his again and you suck eagerly as your orgasm builds in your center.

He grunts against you, biting your bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth as you try to hush the rhythmic moans spilling from your mouth.

“Y/N!”

“Dean!” you moan against him as you uncurl in his arms, filled with him as he pants, still holding your tingeing body in his arms.

~~~~

The next day, Sam and Dean are packing for their hunt in Indiana; you stand in the hallway peering in towards both boys packing up their necessities for the hunt; guns, clean underwear and socks. Dean meets your eye and your breath catches in your throat. He strides towards you with a faint look of sorrow and lust in his eyes. He extends his arms out and you carefully pass Finn over to him, trying your best to clear the gasp caught in your throat. Sam; only a step behind him, comes in and wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him with a long, meaningful hug. You swallow back the lump in your throat and breathe in his familiar scent with your face pressed against his chest. He pecks a quick kiss on the top of your hair and releases you, taking Finn in his arms and talking in a cutesy voice to him. Dean stands back against the giant dining table, eyeing you with a pained look on his face and regardless of the thoughts or conversations that may lead; hold your head steady as you walk over towards him and embrace him in a hug. The room grows quiet from Sam's cutesy tone talking to Finn, and you allow yourself a long, deep breath of Dean as well.

He feels so much like his brother, but also so different at the same time. You breathe in the same scents of their shared laundry detergent and soap, but it’s not the same, not better or worse, but also not the same. You feel Dean's face nestled in your hair and you try your best to avoid his look when you finally release him from your embrace. You smile at Sam and he hands Finn back to you with a precarious smile on his face.

No one says a word, as they gather their bags and make their way towards the door of the bunker. You stand bouncing Finn on your hip as you watch them walk out the door.

“We love you guys..” You call faintly to them both.

Sam stops and smiles back towards you as he closes the door and you allow a huge long awaited breath to escape you. At that moment, you made a decision. You figured at the time, it was what was best for everyone.

“Well, Finley…I guess we should start packing as well…”

On the next chapter of Winchester Girl

Tags: @nancymcl @123passwort

"New York, present day.

You hear Dean's alarm buzzing on the side table next to him and roll over. He seems to be snoozing peacefully through it; you try to flatten the thin pillows over your head. Finally, it gives up and you settle back into your spot and doze back off to sleep. Only to be awoken 9 mins later by the buzzing again.

"God damnit!" You curse under your breath."

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