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Meet Me At The Beach

A Supernatural Story

~ Texting and emails can feel so impersonal. There's nothing quite like exchanging tangible, handwritten letters with someone you love...~

Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

4,025 Words

Warnings: Bittersweet Angst. SFW.

A/N: This is for @jacklesversebingo "Writing Letters To Each Other" was the prompt. I hope you enjoy...

June 2

Dear Dean,

This feels so weird. Do people really write letters anymore? Am I going to get strange looks at the post office when I go to buy a stamp? Will they even know what to do with this tiny envelope and folded piece of loose-leaf paper? I almost don’t know how to write anymore. My script looks kinda like chicken scratch, huh? Hopefully it’ll get better. It is weird not typing though. But emails just seem like work. Impersonal, ya know? Besides, it gives us something to look forward to when we hit the mailbox. Nice to open something that’s not a delinquent credit card bill, huh?

Speaking of which- how the fuck do you do it? I just got another card canceled. My credit is non-existent. Fuck, I need to get a job. Could you imagine me in an office? High heels and panty hose and my hair tucked into a neat, matronly bun? I shudder to think!

OK, this is weird. I just wanted to write “LOL” but it’s not an email. Or a text. Why are we doing this again? Oh, yeah, see above.

Anyhoo- - - - I don’t even know what to say! Umm… I’m in New Orleans for a bit. Not working, just hanging out. My friend Emily from high school tracked me down online and we’ve been chatty. She’s in a band. They’re not bad. Not great, but not bad. So yeah, I took a drive down to see a show and I’m just lingering. Drinking too much, sleeping past noon. It’s fun. Nice little vacation.

Which - ahem - you should be taking. When are you gonna get your ass out of that dusty old bunker and stick your toes in the sand? I already told you I’d meet you in Pensacola with sunscreen and a cooler of beer. You know you want to. Or are you just scared to show off your ugly toes in flip flops? Your boots might actually cry if you ever took them off, so I guess it’s just as well.

Hey, do you remember that night in Richmond when it started pouring and your boots sank into the mud puddle? God, that was a mess. We were soaked to the bone. Nice way to warm up, though - cuddled in the back of the Impala. I miss that car. Sometimes, I think I can hear it at night when the world is quiet and the wind is still. It’s like the engine roars in the back of my mind and I start thinking about all our adventures, all the time we spent driving into the sunset.

I miss you. Is that wrong? I probably shouldn’t. Or at least, I shouldn’t tell you that I do. But I do. I miss you so bad sometimes that it hurts. Like someone has punched me right in the chest. Maybe we can end up in the same town soon. Grab some tacos and sit on the hood. Make a mess. I’d like that.

OK, before I get too emotional and start asking you to run away with me, I think I’ll end this ranting scribble of horrid handwriting.

Write me back soon.

Love, Y/N

June 21

Y/N-

Your handwriting does not look like chicken scratch. I like it. Mine is like some toddler just learning his letters. Whatever. I never learned that fancy shit. I can sign my name and make a grocery list. That’s all I need.

This is weird, yeah. But it’s kinda nice. Feels more… like you’re here. Does that make sense? Like seeing your handwriting, the dents in the paper- I don’t know. Just feels more real. Like you’re not just some computer talking back at me. Also there’s something strange about answering questions weeks later. I meant to write this sooner, but I got a little distracted. There was a Kung Fu marathon on and I just lost track of time. Too much pizza, not enough Carradine. Ya know? You know.

Remember that horrible motel in Raleigh when we both caught that nasty stomach bug and stayed up all night watching old tv shows? Saltines and Little House. I’ll never forget it. You were so sick that day. Shit, I was sure I was gonna end up taking you to the hospital. Sure, I was puking too, but you looked like death. I hated that. Hated that I couldn’t help you, make you feel better. I did cook up a mean chicken noodle soup though, didn’t I? Not that it stayed down for long.

Thank god for that yellow Gatorade. And yes- it’s fucking yellow. Not green.

Anyway- I miss you too. I try not to, I really do. Not all the time, no offense, but sometimes I’m just fucking insane with shit going on. But at night, especially, I miss having you beside me. I miss rolling over and seeing you there, or hearing you snore. I miss feeling your freezing feet under the blanket. I don’t know, I just-

What can I say? I’m sorry. I’m an asshole. I’m the biggest piece of shit in the universe. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.

Can’t change the past. Just gotta move on.

Maybe someday you’ll forgive me. I hope so anyway.

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t dump that all out in a letter. I almost ripped this all up and started over. I actually let it sit for a day before I came back to it. But, fuck it- we said we were gonna write to each other and be honest, and here I am, being honest.

Fuck, I’m so tired. That kinda tired when sleeping for ten days wouldn’t even put a dent in it. Yeah, OK, so things are getting a little better. Chuck’s gone for good this time. Jack’s got things back in place, even made a few improvements. Sam’s- well, he’s Sam. He’s fine, doing his thing. The dog is- did I tell you we have a dog now? Yeah, I know. Me and a dog- yeah right. But we do. Miracle. He’s a good boy. I’ll send you a picture soon.

Never thought I could slow down like this. Feels like for the first time we can just - work. I mean, I’m never gonna give up hunting, not totally, but- feels like I could just ease back a bit. Been looking at some jobs in town- nothing crazy, fixing engines and stuff like that. Don’t know if you remember, but I’m pretty good with my hands.

Did you blush?

You did.

OK. I guess- that’s it for now. I have no fucking idea how to end this so - bye?

~ Dean

P.S. I’ll meet you at the beach soon. I promise.

Fifteenth of July

To Whom It May Concern:

Re: Beach Vacation

Dear Mr. Winchester,

I am very pleased to hear that you are agreeable to meeting me at the beach. It should be delightful fun to run through the surf and hunt for sea glass with you.

Oh shit! Do you remember that new age shop in… where the fuck was that? With the sea glass necklaces in the window that I said were so pretty and the witch inside said they were blessed to give the wearer riches or some shit like that. Where was that? Who knows.

Feels like we’ve been all over the world together. Well, this country at least. Lord knows I could never get you on an airplane. If only you could drive to Paris. Did I ever tell you about my trip to France? God, it was beautiful. Rained the whole time, but it was this beautiful, warm spring rain that made everything smell like dust and petals. Not rose petals, but those little white ones that grow on trees, ya know? It was so beautiful. Fuck it. I’m taking you one day. You need to see more than the dash of your car and the backroads of America. Time to travel!

Speaking of- I’m glad you’re slowing down a bit. I know that won’t be easy for you but if you think about it, you’ve spent the last forty years running from problem to problem like a damned bomb-sniffing dog.

A DOG?! Dean Winchester, I never thought the day would come. I can’t wait to see a picture. Don’t forget it next time.

I think you’d be a great mechanic. It was always very hot seeing you covered in sweat and grease especially if you had those damned coveralls on. I mean… what? I don’t think about you like that anymore, you know. It’s over and done with and we’re just friends. We are friends, aren’t we? Maybe something more than friends, I guess. Ex lovers? Ew. I hate that word. Lovers. So gross. Well, then what are we? Just two souls swimming in a fish bowl…

Year after year. Day after day. Do you know that I put nearly a hundred thousand miles on my poor truck this year? Back and forth, up and down the country. I don’t have to tell you how exhausting it is. Fun, but exhausting. Rewarding, but not. I wonder how many people remember me after I leave? Does that family in New Haven think about me whenever they go into the basement and it’s no longer haunted? Is there a photo of me on a fridge in Wilmington where I saved that guy’s fiance from the vamp nest? Probably not. I’m sure people remember you - The Great Dean Winchester. The sexy hunter with the green eyes and the giant black car. You’re hard to forget. Also, you hang out with a giant. Tell Sam I said hi.

I do remember that puke fest! And it’s green. It’s literally neon green. Fight me.

We could probably write a book, you and me. ‘Winchester & Y/L/N Do America’. It’s a coffee table book with pictures of random diner signs and gas station bathrooms. Maybe a list of the country’s best french fry places. Shit like that. Let’s do it. I’ll call my literary agent in the morning. Ha!

SPARTA!! That’s where that damned sea glass shop was. It just hit me! Stupid brain. I swear, I’ve been hit in the head way too many times. Broken too many bones. I’m getting too old for this shit. Did you know that my left knee pops whenever I stand up now? Like, how old am I?? I can’t stand it. I need a month at a spa somewhere in the desert. That’d be nice.

Damnit. I just got a call from Vinnie Alverez. Do you know him? Hunter out of Pittsburg. Anyway- he needs help on a job. Guess I’ll cut this letter short. Hopefully I’ll find a box to drop this in on the way to PA!

Miss you.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N

P.S. - I do forgive you, Dean. Of course I do. Things were just too hard back then. Life didn’t want to cooperate for us. It’s not your fault. Not my fault. It just was. Please don’t carry that guilt in your heart. You deserve better than that.

August 2

Dear Y/N-

You’re a real character, you know that? Love the corporate letter. I’m in for the book by the way. Could be awesome. We do need a full chapter on onion rings though. Make a note.

I heard about your hunt in Pittsburgh. Came through the grapevine that you kicked some serious wolf ass. Nice job, kid. Hope you’re being careful. I know how bullheaded and impulsive you can get when you’re in the zone. Just watch your back, OK? Promise me. Last thing I wanna hear is that you got your heart clawed out or you’re walking around with a demon in your ass.

Demons. Haven’t seen so many running around lately. Queen Rowena’s been keeping them in check. So fucking weird that she’s in charge now. Not that I’m surprised- she’s a badass bitch. If I had a nickel for every ruler of hell I was friends with, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. The kids still say that, don’t they? See, I’m not old. I keep up with pop culture and shit. Started watching the tik toks. I still don’t get it, but I like the woodturning stuff. Thinking about taking up whittling. Maybe carve you a keychain so you stop losing them.

I got a call for a job interview. Chickened out though. I don’t know if I’m ready to start all that, ya know? Start a real life in the real world- just seems- I don’t know, scary. Yeah, I’ve faced every deadly thing on this and other worlds but the idea of getting a 9 to 5 civilian job scares me. I’m some kinda fucked up, huh?

I think about it a lot though. Getting a job, finding a little house somewhere, settling down. A little fenced in yard so Miracle can run around and dig up dirt. Might put a rocking chair on the porch and watch the clouds, some shit like that. Would you come visit me in my Barbie dream house? I’ll cook you breakfast every morning and you can rub my feet at night. Real cozy couple stuff.

OK, so maybe I’m thinking about you more and more these days. Maybe I’m regretting leaving. Maybe I’m just an idiot daydreaming about meeting you somewhere in the middle and sweeping you off your feet. One of those running hugs that hurts when you collide but ends in a kiss that makes everything feel better. I’m a real romantic fuck, huh? I was digging through my drawers yesterday and I found a pair of your socks. Those tiny ones that barely covered your ankle. I don’t know why they were stuffed in the back of the dresser, but there they were. Dingy white socks with the pink threads on the toes. I’ll bring them to the beach when we meet up.

Oh, Sam says hi and he hopes you’re good and he wants you to shoot him a text when you can. You can do what you want, but you better not mail him a letter. That’s just for me. God, my hand is cramping up. I’m not used to this. Oh, and you’re not alone. My knee creaks like a haunted house when I go up stairs now. And my right wrist pops, and my neck makes this weird almost squeaking sound, and my ass- well, I could go on, but just know you’re not alone. Kinda weird to think that we lived long enough to be this old, ain’t it? I never thought I’d live to be thirty and here I am staring down 42. Forty Fucking Two. Can you believe that shit? Goddamnit I got old. Let’s go find a nursing home together. Maybe we can get a double room- or a king sized bed?

Think about it. We could be cranky old people together. Losing our memories and shuffling around with walkers and shit. You’d look cute with white hair. And fuck, my beard’s already going gray. Should I grow out my beard?

Write back soon. I really like seeing your letters in the box.

Dean x

My dearest Dean Winchester, it is with great happiness that I write this letter to you and I do hope that it finds you well and happy and all good things and I can’t keep this formal shit up. Ha!

Anyway- but yeah, things are good. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written, but I was on a little trip around the continent. Headed up to Montreal for a bit. Killed some nasties, salted some bones, generally fucked around. My beloved truck crapped out in Burlington, Vermont, so I had to hang out there for a while and gather my resources to get a new vehicle. I think you’d like her. Green Ford Explorer from ‘94. OK, she’s not as sexy as the Impala, but she gets me where I need to go. Which, apparently, was Maine! I met up with some friends in Greenville. Cute little town full of witchcraft. So much fun. Also had a lobster roll on a pier… I swear to god, they plucked this thing right out of the water and slapped it on a buttered roll. You’d LOVE it. I’m gonna take you there someday.

Speaking of- We need to make plans for Florida. I picked up a little bikini on my travels and I think I really need to show it off. Maybe you could be my bodyguard and keep the creeps away while I’m sunbathing? To repay you for your services, I’ll gladly let you take it off me at night…

Oh, and I’ve thought about this extensively, and I believe that you should, in fact, grow your beard out. Like, full on, bushy lumberjack beard. I can’t wait to see all that gray. You know I have a thing for older men… and you’ll always be older than me, Dean Winchester and don’t you forget it!

And for your information, I don’t lose my keys anymore! I got one of those… apple taggy things. Now I know where they are at all times. Can’t find my phone to find them sometimes, but that’s another issue.

Two weeks later, I’m picking up my pen again. Sorry this is taking forever. Things are stupid busy. I wish I could just… put this fucking gun down and go live with you on a farm somewhere. Not a working farm, we wouldn’t keep pigs or anything because gross, but a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. Big white house with a giant tree in the yard and a tire swing and a picket fence and a kid chasing the dog around and -

Shit. Do you ever think about it? I do. A lot. More than I’d like to and it fucking cuts me up inside every time. I know we could never have kept it, and life- I mean- it just wasn’t meant to be. But I do think about it sometimes. Imagine if we’d just walked away from the life and tried to be a family? Impossible, I know. Maybe in another life.

Shit, I’m sorry. Fuck. Ignore me. I haven’t slept in a while and I just

I want to see you. Can we meet somewhere? Wherever you want. I’ll come to you.

~ Y/N

Dear Dean,

This is my second attempt at writing this. Crumpled up the first one because I’m an idiot. Am I an idiot? Did I piss you off with the last letter? I honestly didn’t mean to. I just- we said we’d be honest, and you’ve been so open in your letters that I thought it was ok to talk about, but I guess not. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have dug that stuff up.

I’m so tired and stressed and I miss you so much. Since we’ve been writing back and forth it’s almost like I can’t stop thinking about you. I get so fucking excited to check the mail whenever I roll back into town. It’s like… I don’t know, it’s like Christmas every time I see your handwriting in my box. Remember the time you wrote your name on my thigh in Sharpie? That stayed on for like a week. I shoulda gotten it inked on. That’d be something, huh? Branded by a Winchester.

Fuck, Dean, I really hope you’re not mad at me. I really want to call you, but we said we wouldn’t. Just write me back, please.

I’ll be in your neck of the woods next week. Got turned onto a haunting up in Abilene. Maybe we can meet on the road somewhere? Please?

Hey, did you know there’s a Hunter, Kansas? Wonder why they didn’t build the bunker there. I don’t know, made me laugh when I was looking at the map.

Anyway- Please write me back. Or call. Or text. Or send a damned pigeon with a tiny letter taped to its foot. I don’t care, how, just do it please. Even if you’re mad at me and don’t want to talk anymore, I get it. But please. Just let me know, OK?

I’m sorry.

Love, Y/N

Dear Y/N,

I didn’t know you and my brother were writing to each other like this, but I found your last few letters to him in his private P.O. Box. I didn’t even know he had one of his own, but I guess we all keep secrets from those we love. I hope you don’t mind that I read your letters. Not all of them, but the last two that came through. Please know that Dean would have responded if he could have, I know he would have. He talked about you a lot recently. Said you two were in contact and that he was hoping to find some time to meet you for a vacation. I don’t know where you guys were planning on going, but I found a new Hawiian shirt in his closet with the tags still on it.

I know we spoke on the phone after he passed, but I wanted to send this to you. I was cleaning up his stuff and found his notepad. Looks like he’d started a letter before we left for Canton. I think he’d want you to have it.

I’m closing up the Bunker soon. I don’t really know where I’ll go, but I can’t be here right now. Not without my brother.

I’ll always be around if you need anything or want to talk. I’ll always answer the phone for you, Y/N.

Be well,

Sam Winchester

Y/N/N,

If I could take it back I would. Every fucking word. I think about it now and I know we made the wrong choice. I know we could have made it work if we tried. But we are both total fuck ups who can’t be normal. We just can’t.

Forgive me

That’s dog slobber up there, not tears. Just fyi. Definitely not tears. I think I might have been a little drunk when I started writing and then well-

Anyway- Maine sounds awesome. We were there once but no time for lobster rolls. Guess I missed out.

Not much to report since the last letter. Been kinda quiet here. But… I did apply for a job. Well, I filled out the application. Well, I started filling it out. It’s actually underneath this notepad right now. I’ll get to it. I will. I just need a good kick in the ass. Or maybe a pinch… wink wink

I absolutely think we need to get together. Pick some place stupid like the World’s Largest Frying Pan or South of The Border. I’ll meet you. Just say when.

Guess this letter will take a little longer to finish. We’re leaving for Ohio in a little bit. There’s a buncha vampire dicks making a mess. Gonna take ‘em to batting practice. Show them my machete swing. I’ll give a full report when we’re back home

Dean Dean,

I made it to the beach. It’s hot, like stupid hot. Had to stand in the water just to keep my toes from burning. I’ve been sitting here for hours trying to think of something to say, but all I can say is I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish things had been different. I wish and wish and wish.

If I throw this into the ocean will it get to you somehow or will my words just wash away like the sand?

I’ll see you again someday. I hope so, anyway. Let’s just pretend I’m destined for Heaven. I know you’re up there. You were too good not to be. You sacrificed so much, cared so much, saved so many people. I know you made it. If there’s any mercy in this universe, I’ll be up there someday too. Just don’t have too much fun without me.

I love you, Dean. Always.

Y/N

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𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

dean fic, but if you want, i can switch some things up and change it to sam. (poll at end.)

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You were a very close friend to Sammy in college; he was like a brother to you. You told him everything, and he told you everything, and I mean everything. the monsters, the hunting, and what happened to his mom and Jess. You didn’t believe a word he said at first, but as time went on, you knew he was telling the truth, especially when he left.

He left college randomly after the night with Jess and fell off the face of the earth. You didn’t hear one word from him—no emails, no texts, not even a little beep from the phone. You knew something was up, but that wasn’t any of your business. after many months of waiting, you decided you’d contact one of Sam’s old friends, Amy Pond. She had a thing with him in middle school, so you thought she’d be the best to go to. You were right. once you contacted her, she sent you an address:

As soon as you sent that last message, you were on your way. After days and days of driving, you finally made it. You walked up to the door and knocked. A man with short, light brown hair opened the door. I could see a gun for a brief moment before he placed it on his back.

“What’s a beautiful girl like you doing at the bunker door?” He removed his hand from the door, placing it in the front pocket of his jeans.

“Uh, does Sam Winchester live here?” I look down at the address on my phone. He glances at my phone and then back at me, making eye contact.

“Yeah, Sammy lives here. Are you his girlfriend or something?”

“Oh no, no, I went to college with him; he kind of just jumped off the face of the earth.” I chuckle nervously.

He then looks at you puzzled. “college friend. he tell you anything?”

“If you mean hunting, yes, I know it all.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, “That boy” " He moves out of the way and motions you in. “Sam’s room is the last one down that hall," he points down the hall, “you can go wait on him in there if you want.”

I glance down the hall and then back at the man. “Where is he?”.

“He’s on a hunt; he should be back by downfall.” he closes the door behind me. “just make yourself at home; I’m dean, by the way.”

“Y/n, nice to meet you... Wait, oh my god, you're Sam’s brother.”

He chuckles, “So you know about me? all bad, huh?”

“Not all bad,” I chuckle. he grins, enjoying your company. “Oh, and by the way, Sam doesn’t know I'm here.”

“So you just showed up unannounced?”

“Well, I contacted one of his old friends, Amy Well; he had a thing with her in middle school.”

“How do you know Amy?”

“Well, me and her became acquaintances through Sam, and she told me she saw Sam around and gave me the address of this place.”

Dean looks shocked and surprised. “Amy’s alive? he and I… we thought she was-” he stopped himself before spilling information you didn’t need to know. He took a breath. “I haven’t heard from her in a while. She’s alive… and well?”

“Yeah, she told me she had some hormonal issues, which Sam helped her with. I don’t believe it one bit, but what can I say?” I shrug. “Anyways, you said Sam’s going to be here around downfall?”

Dean looks out the window, the sky growing darker by the second. “I'd say he’s going to be here any minute now.”

“Why didn’t you go hunting with him?”

“I'm on lockdown.” he chuckles, and I nod. The door then suddenly flies open. There stands Sam, joined by a man in a trench coat, both covered in vampire blood and dirt. His eyes widen when he sees you standing in the entrance hall. I raise my eyebrows in shock, and I look him up and down. Sam stands there in disbelief, not sure he understands what he’s seeing. “y/n? What're you doing here?”

I let out a nervous chuckle. “I uh thought I’d come see you.”

Dean chuckles, his grin growing wider. clearly, he’s enjoying the shock looks. Sam runs his hand through his hair, trying to hide how flustered he is as he approaches you, not wanting to look too relieved at the fact that you're here. “Maybe this was a mistake.” I glance at Sam, then to the ground.

Sam stops just before you, looking down at himself and grimacing as he takes note of the vampire blood staining his hands and clothes. “I should go shower; I must look a mess.” He walks past you, heading towards his room, with his head down. still embarrassed that you were here to see him looking the way he does. Dean shakes his head, unable to contain his laughter as he looks at you.

I glance back at Dean. “Maybe I should go.”

Dean shakes his head, refusing to let you leave now. “Oh no, you’re staying here. do you have any idea how long it’s been since Sam had a pretty girl around here? I’m not letting you go so soon.”

“It’s not like that, Dean.”

He grins. “Oh, sure, because you don’t find my brother attractive one bit?“

“No, absolutely not.”

“Don’t blame you,” he chuckles. “But really, I’m surprised—muscles and good hair. you're not swooning?” He can’t help but smile.

“He’s cute, just not in that way. He’s like a brother to me, and I’m starting to think coming here wasn’t a good idea.”

He laughs, finding the fact that you think of his brother as a ‘brother’ amusing. “Oh, cmon, don’t leave. you’ve only been here for 20 minutes. you should wait till Sam’s out of the shower; he’ll want to see you. I’ll grab us some beers. You go sit on the couch and put something on TV.”

I nod and follow his instructions, walking to the couch and sitting down. I grab the remote and find something to watch on TV. dean soon returns from the kitchen, beers in hand. he sits down beside you, not leaving much space between you two, and hands you a beer. “So you said you went to school with Sammy?” he takes a swig of beer, waiting for a response.

I look at him, watching as he sits down, and I take a beer from his hand. “Yeah, we were both in law school.”.

He almost spits out his beer in shock, hearing what you say. He grins at you in surprise, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “law school? You and Sam? two lawyers.” He lets out an amused laugh at the thought of the two of you in suits, carrying briefcases.

I smile warmly while watching him laugh. “Well, I wasn’t going to be a lawyer; I just had to go through law school to be a detective.”

“A detective, eh?” he grins, taking another sip of his beer, and shifts slightly so his body is facing yours. “And what did you find so interesting about being a detective?” Dean can’t stop smiling as he looks at you, intrigued and captivated by your company.

“It’s just fun, you know? seeing what’s crazy behind people.” I smiled slightly.

He nods in agreement, loving the conversation you've started. He raises his beer suddenly and holds it out towards you, beckoning for you to do likewise. He holds his up to yours for a 'cheers'. You do the same, lifting your glass. “to the mystery behind all the crazies in the world.”

You smile slightly and say, "Cheers.” he then clinks the glasses together and takes a big gulp, never taking his eyes off yours. you then also take a drink. he removes the glass from his lips and licks them with a smile. he was pleased with the way the evening was going. he leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable resting his heYouon the back of it. he turns his head towards you, trying not to get lost in your eyes. his curiosity piques even further as he continues to talk with you. “So, tell me something else about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?” he takes another swig of his beer, taking note of the way you smile and the way your eyes sparkle every time you talk to him.

“Well, I don’t know; I'm always in college, so I don't have much free time.” You rub the top of your beer bottle. You look down. “But when I am free, I read books.” You then meet Dean's gaze.

“Books? What kind? I used to love comics as a kid. Batman, Iron Man, the whole superhero thing. I could stay immersed in a comic all day.” He smiles warmly.

I admire the way he talks about something he enjoys and loves. the way his eyes sparkle and his voice changes as he gets excited. I chuckle. “I was more of a Berenstain Bears and Geronimo Stilton girl, but Batman was good too, and Superman.” I smile. “But now I'm more of a romance and fantasy girl.”

He looks amused. “romance huh? you like the sappy stuff with the hero who swoops in and saves the damsel in distress?” he grins, taking another swig of beer.

“Actually quite the opposite.”

He raises an eyebrow, surprised by your answer. “Oh, so you're into the bad boys then?” he can’t help but smile at the thought of you with a bad boy, with him. I grin, but suddenly he and I both hear the bathroom door open. sam emerges in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. sam suddenly stops, noticing you sitting there sipping a beer as if nothing is wrong. he looks from you to his brother. “y/n, can we speak alone?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah, of course.” I put my beer bottle on the table and stood up, walking around the couch and to Sam. We both walked down the hallway. “yeah?”

Sam leans against the wall, gazing at you, still utterly confused by your unexpected visit. “Can you explain why, on earth, you're here?”

“I told you, Sam, I wanted to come see you.”

Sam lets out a sigh, still not quite able to process what's happening. he smiles warmly at you, a mixture of amazement and surprise evident on his face. “It's great to see you; don't get me wrong, but you have no idea how insane this is. just shows up out of the blue. what were you thinking?”

“I was thinking you’d be thrilled to see me, you know after you fell off the face of the earth.”

He lets out a small sigh, realizing that his disappearing act might not have been the best way to handle things. “yeah, not the smartest move on my part...but still”. he steps closer and reaches out a hand to touch your arm slightly. “You really should have given me a warning.”

“I tried, Sam.”

He looks at you with a sheepish grin, clearly embarrassed at the thought of ignoring your calls. “You got me there. I might have deleted your number...” he sees the look on your face, realizing his mistake, and quickly looks away. “Not because I didn't want to hear from you, but, uh, we've been on the road a lot; things have been hectic.”

I listen to his words, but I can’t help but feel a little hurt and disappointed. “yeah”.

He senses the change in your mood and immediately regrets his words. he takes a deep breath and steps closer, gently lifting your chin up to look at him. you look up at him, listening to his every word. “Hey, listen, I'm sorry, ok? I know I should have kept in touch; it was a shitty thing to just drop off the radar. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just trying to protect you, you know.” he looks at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.

“I know, but a simple message would have been nice.”

He lets out a small chuckle at the thought of how difficult he's been. he speaks softly, his tone sincere and filled with regret. “you're right. I should have let you know I was alive; I was just...” he hesitates for a moment, struggling to find the right words. “I was worried that if I reached out to you, it would just put you in danger.”

I give him a slight smile. “Awe, you care about me.” I tease.

He laughs at the tease; he runs his thumb across your chin softly and smiles down at you, his eyes full of care. “Of course, I care about you. maybe more than I care about myself. I would do anything to keep you safe; I hope you know that.”

I sigh. “I know.”

He pulls away a little as sudden steps are heard further in the hallway. his eyes look away for a moment, and he lets go of your chin. “How long will you be staying for?”

I was a little confused when he pulled away, but as steps were heard and a face was shown, I soon got distracted as the man in the trench coat from earlier passed by, giving an awkward smile. I smile slightly and give my attention back to Sam. “I wasn't planning on staying, just stopping by.”

Sam smiles warmly, happy that you're here, but his smile quickly fades as he realizes. “Do you have somewhere to go afterward? a place to stay?” he tries to make the question sound as innocent as possible, but you notice the hint of concern in his eyes.

“Not really; I was just going to go back home.”

He looks over at you, clearly surprised that you could travel all the way here with nowhere to spend the night. he rubs the back of his neck, feeling sorry for you. he turns away for a moment, thinking about what to do. he bites his lip, hesitant to say what he is thinking, but then turns back to you. “Listen, if you want, you can stay here. we have a few spare rooms, one of which you can have.”

“No, no, I don’t want to intrude.”

He quickly shakes his head, not wanting you to refuse the offer. “You won't be intruding at all, trust me. besides, it's already getting dark out, and I don't want you staying at some hotel when you can stay here, no problem.”

“You sure?”

He grins, his eyes soft and inviting. “of course. you can stay here as long as you need to; we'd love to have you. and I'm sure that my brother would be more than happy to have you here too.”

I chuckle. “Your brother is a flirt, you know?”

He laughs and smiles, knowing exactly what you're talking about. “Oh, believe me, I know. the whole womanizing thing is pretty much how the guy operates. you have to excuse him for that; it's all harmless. there's no harm in a little flirting now and then, is there?”

“Eh, I think it's cute.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your choice of description. “cute, huh? well, I guess there's something endearing about his bad-boy charm and cheesy lines. I'm pretty sure he's been hitting on you since the moment you walked through the door.”

"100%, but I don’t mind.”

He chuckles, enjoying the conversation. “He's quite a charmer, isn't he? he's got that whole thing going on—the hair, the scruff, the charm. but trust me, he's a good guy underneath all that swagger.”

I chuckle. “the swagger?”

He chuckles along with you, clearly enjoying the lighthearted conversation. “Yeah, that's right. that confident, almost cocky way he carries himself. it's the Winchester charm, or as I like to call it, "the swagger".”

“Hou can't blame the girls for falling for it, really.” I laugh. “Okay, well, you probably had a long night, so get in bed.”

He smiles warmly at you, appreciating your concern despite his exhaustion. he takes a deep breath and nods slightly, still feeling the weight of fatigue from the hunt. “yeah, it's been a long night. a hunt that went on a bit too long, but we got the job done, and that's all that matters.” he pauses for a moment, looking at you with a soft expression. “If you need anything, anything at all, just let me know, okay? I want you to feel welcome here.”

I nod. “will do,” I say, giving him a hug “Goodnight, Sam.”

He smiles and hugs you back, appreciating your kind words and warm embrace. "goodnight, y/n. sweet dreams. and seriously, if you need anything, I'm just down the hall. don't hesitate to ask."

I nod and pull away. “I know I'll be with your brother, so” I walk backward slightly.

He turns back to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Be careful around my brother, will you? I know he's charming, and you probably think he's quite the ladies' man, just remember what I said earlier. it's all harmless—just some good old-fashioned flirting. he's a great guy, and I trust him, but just keep an eye on him, alright?”

“Oh, I will,” I tease with a wink.

He chuckles at your teasing wink, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. he watches you as you head off down the hallway, a mix of exhaustion and contentment on his face, grateful for the company and the lighthearted conversation.

I turn around and walk back into the living room, sitting on the couch with a sleeping dean. I smile. “hey Dean.”

Dean stirs slightly at the sound of your voice, pulling his weary body up into a sitting position and blinking slowly as he adjusts to being woken up. he looks slightly disheveled, his hair a mess, and his eyes flickering open as he tries to shake off the last remnants of sleep. he looks up at you with a smile, clearly happy to find you still here. “hey.”

I smile. “hey.”

He stretches his arms above his head, letting out a yawn as he tries to wake up fully. he gazes up at you with a warm smile, admiring your beauty even in his sleepy state. “What are you still doing here? I thought you would have left by now.”

“Sammy and I were talking. I'm going to stay the night; I just wanted to check up on you before heading to bed.”

He smiles, clearly impressed by your thoughtfulness. "Ah, so you're checking up on me now? how sweet." he playfully raises an eyebrow, teasing you with a smirk on his lips.

I playfully roll my eyes. “Well, get yourself to bed; I'm going to mine. goodnight.”

He chuckles at your feigned annoyance. "alright, alright. but before you go..." he moves closer to you, putting his hand on your shoulder and bringing his face closer, his tone now softer and more sincere. "thank you. for stopping by and for checking up on Sammy. it means a lot."

“No, yeah, of course.” I smile.

He smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and appreciation. he's about to say something else, but a loud snore from his brother interrupts him, and he shakes his head, both chuckling at the irony of it all. "well, if that's not a sign, I don't know what is," he laughs, nodding towards his sleeping brother. "I guess it's time to hit the hay.”

“Goodnight Dean.”

He smiles at you one more time, his eyes filled with affection and admiration. he leans in closer and whispers quietly. “Good night, gorgeous.” he reaches out hesitantly and gently touches your chin, his fingers brushing against your skin with a soft touch. he gazes at you for a moment longer, savoring the moment before pulling away and then walking towards his room, a faint smile still lingering on his lips. he takes a deep breath and feels a sense of contentment wash over him. for a moment, he forgets about all the chaos, the monsters, and life on the road. it's just him, you, and the comforting presence of the bunker. before disappearing into his room, he takes one last glance down the hallway towards you, his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration, affection, and a hint of something more.

A few weeks go by

And life was sweet. sam somehow convinced you to stay a few weeks, and today is supposed to be the day you leave to go home. you felt some sort of comfort being here. you've grown closer to the boys and even Castiel, who you’ve learned was an angel. sassy one at that. you’ve shared meals, stories, and beer, and Dean even taught you a little self-defense. Speaking of Dean, you try your best to deny it, but you can't help but notice the way Dean's eyes linger on you. that familiar heat simmering beneath the surface. and sometimes, when you catch him staring, you notice a fleeting hint of vulnerability in his gaze, a glimpse of something more than just flirtation.

This evening, you decide to retreat to the library, a room adorned with countless leather-bound books and manuscripts. you quietly find a corner to relax, surrounded by the comforting silence. it quickly becomes noticeable that you're not alone; from the bookshelf nearest you, a pair of eyes intently observe you with intrigue. “Dean,” I smile, knowing he's approaching from behind.

With a chuckle, Dean steps closer, his footsteps soft against the floor. he leans on the bookshelf next to you, his eyes fixed on yours as he grins. "Hey there, gorgeous. Sorry, I startled you."

“You didn’t startle me.” I turn my head to face him.

He smiles, amused by your nonchalance. “oh really? so you knew I was here the whole time, huh?” he raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

“Either you or a ghost.”

He looks at you with mock offense, a hand dramatically moving to his chest. “A ghost, huh? ouch. you really think I blend in with the supernatural world that much?" he chuckles.

I chuckle as well. “I mean, apparently you’ve died like a million times.”

He grins, amused by your comment. “touché. I guess you have a point there. I can't deny that I've cheated death more times than I care to count. but if you're comparing me to a ghost, that's a new one. most people just call me a "sexy beast."

I laugh. “Dean, no one calls you that, and no one will.”

He looks at you with mock indignation. “oh yeah? Well, maybe they should. I mean, I've got the scars to prove it.” he jokingly lifts his shirt, revealing a few old battle scars and chuckles.

When he lifts his shirt, you lick your lips, right before looking into his eyes. “Still, no one’s going to call you ‘a sexy beast’.”

He quickly drops his shirt back down, pretending he didn't notice your reaction. he tries to hide his amusement and play it cool, but a hint of a smile betrays his attempt at aloofness. “Are you sure about that? I mean, I've got the charm, the looks, the whole package.” he grows a cheeky smile.

“That you do,” I mumble, looking down at my book.

He chuckles softly, noting your mumbled agreement. he leans in closer, intrigued by your sudden attention to the book in front of him. His curiosity piques. “What are you reading, beautiful? something spicy?”

“Maybe,” I smile.

He raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider at your cheeky response. he moves behind you, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper as he leans in even closer to you, his breath gently brushing against your skin. "Is that so? I wonder if I can make my way onto those pages then. I have a feeling I'd be a pretty good candidate for the lead role." your breath slightly hitches. he smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words have on you. "I have a feeling we'd make quite the duo on those pages. what do you say? care to be my co-star in this little book of yours?"

“Dean”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What are you doing?”

He moves from behind you so he can look you in the eyes. he gazes deeply into your eyes, his voice dropping to a mere whisper as he reaches out and gently cups your face, his fingers tracing the contours of your cheek gently. "I’m tired of playing games, sweetheart. I'm tired of denying myself what I really want. and right now, all I want is you. I’m tired of pretending and holding back."

I lean into his touch, my heart pounding against my chest like a drum. I look up at him, his desire mirrored in my eyes. "then don't play games, Dean. don't hold back. take what you want."

Dean grins and his breath catches at your words. “You sure? because once I start, there’s no going back.”

I nod.

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His thumb gently grazing my bottom lip. his gaze intensifies once more, a fire burning within his eyes. he takes my hand in his and leads me to his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. “Fuck, you're so goddamn gorgeous, you know that?" he says almost desperately, pulling you closer, his lips claiming yours in a hungry, needy kiss. his hands roam over your body, desperate to touch every inch of you. Dean grins, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pushes you against the wall, his body pinning yours tightly. he trails hot, messy kisses along your neck and shoulder, your breath hitching. He then kisses you again, his hands traveling lower over your body. he pauses, his fingers hovering over the waistband of your pants, before he looks up at you, almost questioning. "You want me to stop?" I shake my head no. "good girl," he murmurs, a husky tone to his voice. his fingers dip inside the waistband of your pants before he pulls them down, along with your underwear, in one swift motion. he kneels between your legs, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of your folds before he takes you in his mouth. "Fuck, you taste so good." his tongue swirls around your sensitive clit before he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking and stabbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves. your back arches as your body tenses up. you run your hands through his hair as his fingers work magic on your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. he pulls his mouth away from your clit, licking at the juices that have pooled around his lips. he looks up at you, his eyes soft with concern.

“What?”

“You're tightening; I don’t want to hurt you.”

I smile. “Honey, take me.”

He smiles and picks you up laying you on the bed, taking his pants and underwear off. "I'm not gonna hurt you, baby. I promise. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." he gives you a quick kiss before positioning himself between your legs, his cock leaking pre-cum. he slowly pushes himself inside you, your eyes locked. he goes slow at first. You let out subtle moans, letting your body adjust to the feeling of him inside you before he starts moving, his strokes are deep and hard. his eyes never leave yours as he increases his pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. he reaches down to play with your clit, rubbing it in circles with his thumb as he continues to fuck you. at this point, you're a moaning mess. he keeps stroking in and out, causing your legs to twitch slightly, he slowly pulls out. You meet each other's gaze, up,h sweating and panting. "you alright, princess?" he asks with concern as he looks at the mess he made between your legs, his cock still hard and leaking.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

“Good," he says before he leans down and kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he hovers over top of you. he then falls beside you, grabbing your hips and motioning for you to sit on his lap. You follow his instructions. "put your legs on the outside, baby.” he says, guiding your legs to straddle him, his hard cock pointing up. he looks up at you, your eyes locked with his. he’s still hard and leaking pre-cum from earlier. you slowly lower yourself onto him, feeling his cock slide into your pussy. you bite your lip as your breath hitches. his hands wander to your hips as he pulls you down harder onto him, causing both to gasp. he starts to throb inside of you, forcing the precum out as he continues to thrust.

“Dean.” I attempt to get off.

He grabs your hips, pulling you back onto his cock. his thrusts are now harder and deeper than before, causing you to moan with pleasure as you struggle to keep balance. you rest my hands on his chest keeping your balance. his cock hits a new spot inside of you, causing you to gasp as he pounds into you from below. he lets out a moan as he continues to fuck you harder and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you again and again. you slowly fall into his bare chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. he groans as he feels his cock hit that sweet spot again. he pounds into you relentlessly, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he gets closer to his climax. his cock twitches inside of you as he lets out a low, animalistic growl.

“Dean you going to have to pull out.”

He lets out a grunt as he pulls out of you, his cock still rock hard and dripping. he reaches over and grabs a condom from his bedside table, quickly slipping it on. he lines himself back up with you and slowly thrusts, his hands roaming your body.

I lift myself back up my arms holding me up on his chest. “finish me off” I smile and kiss him. I start moving my hips while he is inside.

He groans as he feels your tight, wet pussy clenching around his cock. he thrusts up into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you. his hands move to your ass, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh. “fuck.” he groans as he feels your walls start to clench around his cock. he thrusts deeper and faster inside of you, causing him to twitch as he gets closer to his climax. he groans as he feels you move your hips against his, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. he reaches down and starts to play with your clit, his fingers skillfully rubbing and tugging on your sensitive nub. he continues to thrust into you, him sliding in and out of you with ease. he groans loudly as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his climax. his thrusts become more erratic and rough, his hips smacking against your ass with each thrust. you rest yourself back on his chest again, kissing his neck. he moans as you start to kiss and nibble on his neck. your hot breath against his skin is sending him closer and closer to the edge. his hips move with a mind of their own now, he's slamming deep inside you over and over again. he pulls out and flips you over on the bed, thrusting himself inside of you again, but this time his hips are at a different angle. he wraps his arms around you, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you. you moan in pleasure, as you feel him throbbing again. he continues to pound into you, he feels your walls clenching around him again, but he can't hold back any longer. he thrusts deeply inside of you one last time, his cock pulsing as he releases. ‘thank god he had that condom’ I think to myself.

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I turn myself over to face him, and he just stares. his eyes locked. he leans down and kisses your lips passionately. he then moves down to your neck, leaving behind a trail of soft kisses and gentle bites. he takes his time to make sure your body is covered with attention and affection, making sure you feel loved and cherished in every way possible. he lifts his head from your neck and gazes deeply into your eyes, a mix of desire and affection visible in his expression. “you’re so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine admiration and adoration.

“And your damn near sexy.” I smile with a teasing tone.

He chuckles, his cheeks flushing pink as he playfully taps your nose. “watch it, love. that teasing tone of yours is going to get you in trouble. who knows what I might do."

THE END

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That Feeling Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader (eventual), OFC Tyler

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, unwanted kissing.

Trigger Warning: This fic contains unwanted kissing, if that could be triggering for you I would skip out on this one. It is based on some experiences I have had in real life.

*All mistakes are my own!

Sorry for being gone for so long! Had a lot going on. This is going to be part one of a new series. I have no plan of when I am posting and I don't want to make promises I may not be able to keep. Thank you all for your support and love.

-Layla

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“And where are you off to this evening?” Dean asked me while sitting in the library.

I went in there to grab my jacket. I figured he would be in his room or out at this point.

“Going to meet up with a friend, you don’t know them.” I looked at him with a smile on my face.

Ok, there is a good chance he is going to ask who, what, when, and where. He would never admit it but he was a little over protective of me as I was of him. He and Sam were the first people I had bonded with in forever when we had met two years ago. Sam was a loveable teddy bear, the big brother I had always dreamed of having. Dean….he was different. His cocky attitude, his smile, I knew I was doomed. I knew he would never see me as anything more than a friend so I hid my feelings deep down. I tried to find other ways to occupy my mind instead of dreaming of the perfect life with the older Winchester. That was hard.

“How did you meet them and where are you going?” Dean didn’t look up from his book.

“Well it’s a long story but we grew up in the same town and he knew I was living in Kansas now so he wanted to meet up. He’s in town on a business trip. I haven’t talked to anyone from there since I was 16 so I thought it might do me some good to see an old friend. We are meeting at the bar not too far from here but far enough.” I felt like I had to justify myself. Why does he make me nervous?

“Do you need me to go with you?” He finally looked at me. God those eyes.

“No, I’m a big girl plus I have my knife in my purse if things go sideways which I highly doubt they will. He’s a good guy Dean, don't worry.” I grabbed my jacket and patted him on the shoulder.

“Sweetheart I will always worry especially when I know you always try to see the good in people.” He went to stand.

I rolled my eyes. “I promise I will be careful, my location is on and you know I will leave if he tries anything.” I grabbed my purse and started heading to the door.

He grabbed my arm. “Please be careful.”

“You know I will.” I smiled at him.

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I was waiting in the bar. I wasn’t nervous before but now I am. The fact that Dean was worried about me was nothing new but it gave me a weird feeling. Nothing bad of course, just a feeling that maybe he does care for me as more than a friend.

My thinking was distracted when I heard my name called. “Y/N?”

“Hey, Tyler! How are you?” I stood to give the man a hug.

“I’m doing great, damn you look good.” He winked at me.

I smiled awkwardly, “Well thanks!” I moved to sit down again.

“So how have you been?” Tyler asked.

“You know, same old same old, still same job nothing new going on really. What about you?” I suddenly felt nervous.

“Oh nothing new with me either, hey do you want to get out of here we could drive around for a bit. It’s kinda loud in here.” Tyler moved to stand.

“I guess we can.” I moved to stand as well.

It wasn’t until we were outside and getting into his car that I felt more nervous than I did before. He drove around and we talked for a bit. Then he pulled off into a field.

My hunter senses were going off now. What is happening?

“Y/N” Tyler said.

I looked at him, the next thing I knew he was kissing me. What the actual hell.

“Please don’t” I said as I pushed him off of me. I got out of the car.

“Woah hey where ya going?” He got out after me.

“Listen I don’t know if I gave you the wrong impression or something but I was not ok with that. I thought we were friends?” I asked. I was holding it together fairly well and trying not to cry.

“Well I just figured since we have known each other for a while now and you were kinda flirty in some of our messages this is where we were headed.” He smiled at me.

“I’m sorry if I gave you that impression but that was not my intention. I would really like it if you could take me back to my car now.” I hugged my jacket together around me.

“I’m sorry for doing that. I figured it would be no big deal to you.” He moved closer to me.

I backed up.

“It was. You can go, I’ll walk to the road and call an uber.” I am scared now.

“Y/N please I’m sorry, let’s just talk about this.”

“It’s ok, just please go ok? I’ll message you later.” I started walking towards the road.

He got in his car and peeled out of there. Thank the Lord he left.

Oh God, what happened? How could I be so stupid? Dean is going to be pissed at me.

I pulled my phone out of my purse. Dean had texted me.

Dean:

Why are you in a field?

Are you ok?

I’m on my way.

I sat down to wait. I never expected that to happen….

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I had been sitting there for around five minutes when I heard the roar of Baby.

My head was down when he got out of the car.

“Sweetheart?” Dean approached me slowly.

He knelt down to me. “Hey, what happened?”

I broke. I leapt into his arms and began to sob. I am such an idiot.

I looked up at him, “I’m so sorry.” I continued to cry.

“Hey hey, you have nothing to be sorry for. Look at me Y/N.”

I looked at him. He had tears in his eyes.

“Let’s go home ok?” He stood back up. He reached his arm out to help me stand.

We drove back to the bunker in silence. He held my hand the whole time. I had stopped crying at this point and went into auto pilot mode.

We walked into the bunker. “How about you go get changed and I’ll meet you in my room, ok?”

I nodded at him.

I went down the hallway and to the bathroom. I decided a shower was a good idea to wash away the shame I had. What girl doesn’t realize when a guy is going to come onto her, what girl freaks out when a guy kisses her. I guess this girl.

I was drying off when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I heard Dean speak “Hey I left your pj’s and stuff out here. I’ll head to my room while you get changed.”

He was being sweet. Of course he was. He knew I needed him right now. How he could always tell, I don’t know how.

I got changed then headed to his room. He was sitting on his bed, he moved over when he saw me and opened his arms.

I laid down and let him hold me. I began to cry again.

“He kissed me Dean.” I cried into his chest.

He knew why I had issues, we had discussed that before.

“It’s ok sweetheart, I’m here.” He kissed my head.

“I just don’t understand, we were friends, we had never discussed anything more. Hell, I've only talked to him for a few months now. I should have known better when he wanted to meet up randomly. God I’m an idiot.”

“You are not an idiot Y/N. You didn’t know. He’s the one at fault, not you.”

“Who freaks out over someone kissing them, that’s not normal!” I looked up at him.

“Y/N, it shocked you. You weren’t expecting it and he should have asked in my opinion. Especially if there was no hint of the night going in that direction.”

“I’m just crazy. No one is ever going to love me and at this point I don’t even know if I could handle it. I’m a mess.”

“You are not crazy! Don’t say that about yourself. You are going to find the guy of your dreams some day, someone who takes it one day at a time on your terms, I promise. And if you are a mess, what am I?” He looked down at me.

“You are my amazing best friend. I should have taken your talk as a hint of how the night was going to go.” I sighed.

“You didn’t know sweetheart, and like I said you always try to see the good in people even when I don’t think you should. I was so worried. Especially when I saw you were in some random ass field. That guy is an ass and I would like to punch the son of a bitch in the face. I’m just thankful he didn’t try to do anything more. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you Y/N.”

“I know Dean and I’m sorry. I am going to look into talking to a counselor. I think that could help. Thank you for coming, for saving me.” I sat up and kissed his cheek.

He looked at me. Really looked at me. There it was, that feeling. The feeling of being scared about how much I cared about him. What scared me even more was how much I needed him.

“I will always save you sweetheart, always.”

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