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cheynovak · 2 months

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A Demon's Kiss

Demon Dean x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: Anger, Jealousy, a little aggression maybe, nothing too bad.

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Does not follow The SPN storyline *

Dean turned in to a knight of hell, on one of his karaoke/ bar adventures he see's an old flame from way back, Y/N the daughter of a hunter, he and Sam met years ago. Seeing her enjoying her time with a new man made him feel wel... something.

His new found edgy self-confidence made him walk up to her.

In the dimly lit bar, the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the murmur of conversations. Dean Winchester, now a demon, a knight of hell, sat at the far end of the counter, nursing a glass of whiskey. His eyes scanned the room, seeing a familiar face he hadn't seen in years.

He spotted her. Y/N. His old girlfriend. She was sitting at a table near the back, her laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Dean's heart twisted painfully at the sight of her. He hadn't expected to run into her here, of all places.

She was stunning, as always. Her hair cascaded in waves down her shoulders, and her smile lit up the room. But what caught Dean's attention was the man sitting across from her. Some guy. He was leaning in close, his hand grazing her arm as he whispered something in her ear. Dean's jaw clenched with jealousy.

He couldn't bear to watch her with someone else. Without a second thought, he downed the rest of his drink and made his way over to her table. As he approached, Y/N looked up, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Dean?" she breathed, disbelief evident in her voice.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dean said, forcing a smirk. "Long time no see."

Y/N's date eyed Dean warily, sensing the tension in the air. "Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with caution. Dean ignored him, his focus solely on Y/N. "Mind if I join you?"

Y/N hesitated, glancing between Dean and her date. "Um, I'm actually..." Dean slid into the seat next to her, not giving her time to protest. His presence casting a shadow over the table. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting nervously between Dean and her date.

"So, who's your friend?" Dean asked casually, his gaze never leaving Y/N's face. Y/N swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing pink. "This is... uh, this is Alex," she stammered, gesturing to her date.

Alex nodded short, his expression guarded. "Nice to meet you," he said, though his tone lacked sincerity. Dean smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So, how do you two know each other?" he asked, his voice dripping with faux innocence.

Y/N shot Dean a warning look, but he ignored it, revelling in her discomfort. "We... we met through a mutual friend," she said, her voice tight. Dean raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "A mutual friend, huh? Funny, I don't remember you having friends, sweetheart."

“In our job it’s hard to keep any relation.” He clarified over his shoulder to Alex. Y/N's cheeks grew even redder, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "It's... it's complicated, but can be done." she muttered, avoiding Dean's gaze.

Dean leaned in closer to her, his hand on her thigh, voice low and husky. "You know, I've been thinking about you a lot lately," he said, his breath brushing against her ear.

Y/N shivered at the proximity, her heart racing in her chest. "Dean, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the bar.

But Dean ignored her protests, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered words of seduction. He knew he was playing a dangerous game, but he couldn't resist the temptation.

Meanwhile, Alex watched the exchange with growing unease, his fists clenched beneath the table. He could sense the tension between Y/N and Dean, and he didn't like it one bit.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private," Dean murmured, his eyes smouldering with desire.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her head spinning with conflicting emotions. She knew she should resist Dean's advances, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

Before she could respond, Alex stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I think it's time I leave," he said, his voice tight with anger. Y/N glanced up at him, torn between relief and disappointment. "Alex, wait," she said, reaching out to him.

But Alex shook his head, his eyes blazing with fury. "I'm done playing games, I don’t think this will work." he spat, before storming out of the bar without another word.

Y/N watched him go, her heart sinking in her chest. She knew he was hurt, but she couldn't deny the spark of excitement that Dean's presence had ignited within her.

Dean watched Alex leave with a satisfied smirk, knowing that he had won this round. Turning back to Y/N, he reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

"Looks like it's just you and me now, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she looked into Dean's eyes, knowing that she was about to cross a line from which there was no turning back. And as Dean leaned in to capture her lips in a searing kiss, Y/N surrendered herself.

As Y/N felt Dean's lips pressing against hers, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swept through her. Breaking away from the kiss, she searched his eyes, her voice trembling as she spoke. "Dean... w-what happened to you? You're so... different."

Dean pulled back slightly, his gaze darkening as he studied her. "Different how?" he asked, his voice low, flirty.

Y/N hesitated, her mind racing with memories of the man Dean used to be. "You used to be... kinder," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the bar. "Softer. This... this isn't you."

Dean's jaw tensed at her words, his expression hardening. "People change, Y/N," he said, his voice cold and distant as he tried to kiss her again. "It's called survival."

Y/N shook her head, pushing her hand against his chest, refusing to accept his explanation. "But this isn't just change, Dean," she insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "This is... dark. I can see it."

She looked around, “Where is Sam?”

Dean's gaze flickered with something akin to regret, but it was quickly masked by a steely resolve. "Maybe you just didn't know me as well as you thought you did, Sweetheart" he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Y/N felt a pang of sadness at his words, realizing that the man she had once loved was slipping further and further away from her grasp. "After all we’ve been through. I don't believe that." she said firmly.

Y/N reached out to touch his arm, her fingers trembling with uncertainty. "Please, Dean," she pleaded, "What's wrong? I want to help you."

"It's too late for that, Y/N," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "You should go. It's not safe for you to be around me." As Y/N watched Dean leave the bar, a sense of despair washed over her.

Ignoring the warning bells ringing in her mind, she followed him, determination burning in her chest. "Dean, wait, Dean! I dealt with not safe before. What happened?" she called out, her voice echoing in the empty hallway outside the bar.

Dean stopped in his tracks, his back still turned to her. "I told you to go, Y/N," he said, his voice rough with emotion. Y/N took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't just walk away, Dean, not when you clearly need help" she said, her voice trembling.

"FUCK Y/N!" he growled, pushing her against the wall with a strength she knew wasn’t normal, his voice sending shivers down Y/N's spine. "I told you to leave. Can't you take a hint?" Y/N recoiled at the venom in his voice, her heart pounding with fear.

"Dean, this isn’t you.," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper. "Who, what are you." Dean’s beautiful green eyes turned pitch black, Y/N’s heart stopped for a second. "I don't understand, how?"

Dean spat. "I'm not the man you once knew. And you... you're just a pathetic reminder of that past."

Y/N felt her heart shatter at his words, tears stinging her eyes. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Too scared to speak out loud but he heard her. His eyes changed back, looking her up and down.

In a blur of motion, he closed the distance between them, his hands gripping her shoulders with a bruising force. Y/N gasped as she felt his lips crashing down on hers, his kiss fierce and possessive.

She tried to push him away, but Dean's hold on her was unyielding, his kiss a cruel, different from the ones they shared before. As he finally pulled away, Y/N saw a flicker of regret in his gaze. But it was quickly replaced by a cold, empty stare.

“Ay, Romeo, ready yet?” A strange short man in a black coat appeared behind them. Dean looked over his shoulder before turning back to her.

"Leave, Y/N," he said, his voice a low growl. "Before I do something we'll both regret."

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ladyrandombox · 10 months

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The 1st chapter of Followyourenergy's new fic, "Love is a Meat Loaf Song" is out!! OH and it's also featuring some of my art (including the banner). 😁 Click the link to check out the fic!

Check it out⤵️: archiveofourown.org/works/49082314…

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wierdartistmarcell · 6 months

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The crossroads were dim and deserted, as Dean Winchester stood beneath a single, flickering lamp post. The man's green eyes appeared near black from the shadows, which his brows cast down over them. The air was heavy with the weight of his past and the souls his decisions had ripped early from earth in his wake. A figure emerged from the dark, barely visible, as he wore a suit and coat as black as the abyss itself. The mischevious smirk revealing a set of pearl white teeth announced that the figure was none other than the king of Hell himself, Crowley. He was impeccably dressed, as always.

Crowley smirked as his slightly shorter form entered the sparce light circle from the dying lamp-post above Dean.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't a lost little squirrel, far away from his moose and giraffe, all alone on a dark crossroad. You best be weary, poppet. They say the king of demons wanders this road at night." Crowley teased.

Dean gritted his teeth at the vaguely flirtatious but mainly infuriating comment from the smug scot. But his annoyance was soon replaced by a defeated expression. One which weighed his resolve down with desperation and defeat. His chest felt heavy, clogged even, as he spoke the words he had mulled over in his brain for so long.

"I need your help, Crowley. I have to become a demon again."

Crowley's reaction to this revelation. This conession that weighed down the elder winchester so greatly was insultingly minimal. The crossroads demon merely raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean, the teasing hint of a sly grin toying at the corners of his mouth.

The silence between the two was deafening, and the seconds stretched infinitely, akin to the way time moved in Hell. But finally, Crowley spoke up, his deep voice draped in the elegance of a british dialect, dripped with mocking contention with every thorn-pricked word.

"My, my, my. The infamous Dean Winchester, the man who danced within darkness, whilst claiming to merely stand at her edge, comes crawling back to lick the boots of the king." Crowley's words and voice hardened before he spat the next words, accusation and broken trust clear in every syllable. Gone was the teasing, the flirtatious tone which the demon was infamous for. "What's the catch this time?"

Dean was taken aback by the jagged cliffside he metaphorically found himself at. The abyss at his back, the king of Hell at his front. The weight of the demon's question finally dawned upon him. He let the words truly sink in before he even attempted to open his mouth to speak.

With a sincerity Dean didn't know he posessed, he stepped towards Crowley, further from the dying light, from the abyss clawing at his spine

"I can't shake the darkness inside me. The things I've done..." his voice faltered with a broken sob as Dean blinked back the first tears that threatened to escape. "I need that power back to protect the ones I care about."

A lie.

The air was charged, heavy with the electricity between the two men. Dean found it hard to breathe as Crowley leaned in, the demon's flirtatious charm making the thick air weigh deeply in Dean's chest.

"Protecting the ones you care about, or is there perhaps a more selfish reason? A reason you fear to utter. Surely there must be a more personal reason for this little soul searching of yours?" Crowley teased, his aloofless replaced with his ususal, gregarious nature.

The air grew frigid from the cold, hard fury, which radiated from Dean as his jaw clenched. The bold insinuation from Crowley caught him off guard

"This isn't a joke, Crowley." Dean barked, voice hoarse with the guilt which kept compounding upon his shoulders, as Crowley kept on reminding him of his own selfishness.

Dean glanced back up at Crowley, who was smirking devilishly at him.

"Oh, I assure you, darling, I am deadly serious. There's always room, however, for a bit of..." He paused and waved his hand unceremoniously. "Entertainment."

Crowley let his flirtatious, one-sided banter continue, toying with theories around why Dean would want to become a demon once more. Amongst his theories were delighted accusations of sadism and hedonistic urges beyond moral good.

The crossroads themselves seemed to echo the burdens that Dean carried upon his mortal shoulders. His soul struggled in a dance with the crossroads. An union that unfolded the darkness within his tainted soul, yet hidden from any onlookers, on the dimly lit road.

Dean gritted his teeth as he accepted the humiliation he knew he would face for this request.

"I'll do whatever it takes, Crowley. I'll owe you whatever you desire. My loyalty, my services-in any way-just make me a demon again."

Crowley leaned back on his heels at that, amused. His smirk widened as he let out a chuckle.

"Oh, goodie. Dean Winchester, offering up his undying loyalty to little old me. That is a tempting proposition." He shook his head, and his expression turned unreadable. "But you see, loyalty has a way of shifting like the sands. I will need to make certain that you will make good on your promise. I know you Winchesters tend to be slippery like eels, so are you certain. Absolutely so, that you are ready to make such a commitment?"

Dean's jaw tightened with frustration, and it was clear he was thinking over the deal.

"I don't care much for your games, Crowley, I need your help." He hissed.

Crowley started to stalk in circles around Dean, like a panther in the dark, his coat and black hair hiding him in the shadows. His eyes gleamed with mischief.

"Oh, but Deanie, life is just one big game." He teased. He stopped behind Dean and purred into his ear. "And here you are, ready to play on the dark side. The sword of Michael's loyalty, service. All offered up to me, the king of Hell... it's all so...biblical, don't you think?"

Dean turned around and shot Crowley a hard look, unamused by the demon's playful banter.

"Cut the crap, Crowley. Im not here for your amusement. I am being serious." Dean growled, his voice gruff.

"Ah, but Squirrel, you always provide the most delicious of entertainment. I am considering our deal, but there is no need to rush into things. I'm a third date kind of guy." His voice turned more serious as he stopped circling Dean and stopped beneath the flickering street lamp. "Loyalty is a fickle beast. Especially amongst demons. Plus, I do love a good cliffhanger. What fun is it to give you all you want without a bit of cockteasing?"

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youchangedmedestiel · 4 months

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idk what i'm supposed to be asking you (as in if you do fics, drawing, short prompts, or some combo), but perhaps Dean-mon seeing Castiel's wings and preening them cause even if he's a demon he still cares for Cass deep down

I don't draw but I used to a long time ago. I'm not comfortable enough with my skills to draw anything and post it here yet, though I do have ideas. And I wish I could draw them as well as I picture them in my mind.

Anyway, I do write fics, that you can find on my AO3 (same name as my Tumblr). But I already have a looooooot of ideas. By that I mean that I have a list that fills at least 4 pages on a word file and so little time to write. I usually start writing a fic based on those ideas or an idea that I had recently because inspiration just came to me.

Though I agree with you, Dean-mon would still care about Cas deep down. Maybe some people could suggest you a fic that has the same idea as yours, I'm sure someone already wrote that or at least something similar.

Thanks for your ask, maybe it's confusing and maybe I should rename my mailbox with "let's talk" or "talk to me" something like that.

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Demon In Love

Summary; Dean Winchester x OC (Maeve Luna)

They have known each other for 14 years and have been in love just as long. Only, now that Dean is a demon, what will they do?

Angst, mentions of death (season 9), Demon Dean, fluff, Sam being a little dickish, violence, Metatron, hint of smut if you squint.

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Maeve’s blood ran cold.

She had faught almost everything. Seen almost everything. Vampires, werewolves, djinn, dragons, gods, godesses, titans. You name it, she’s probably seen it. And killed it....most likely.

And she had never been scared. Not once.

Until now.

Metatron pushed the angel blade as far as he could through Dean’s body. And it was like she could feel it happening to herself.

Every pulse, every nerve...just everything; it all seemed to either slow down or heighten to the point where she thought she had just died.

She was the only one there. Sam was after Metatron and Cas was still looking for the tablet. She was the only one there.

“Dean!”

It felt like slow motion. She could see the change in his eyes. From him being able to fight, to him feeling the mark to him...being Dean. Her Dean.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.” Maeve ran down the metal stairs, his eyes still on her. “Hey, Dean. Dean.”

Maeve was now by his side. He was beaten and bruised and bloodied. And dying.

“Leave - leave before he comes back. Go. It’s better this way. I’m better this way.”

Maeve shook her head. “No, no. Don’t say that. We’ll find something to stop the mark. Come on, we’ve got to get you to a hospital.”

“It’s better this way.”

Maeve shook her head, holding Dean’s up. “No. Don’t start that. Come on.”

Maeve helped him up. She kept one hand on the front of his chest where his wound was. They needed a hospital five minutes ago.

“Whoa-wait, wait a second. I-I’ve got to say something.”

“Dean-”

Dean leaned against a pile of bricks. “I’ve got to say something-” Dean swallowed, looking into Maeve’s eyes.

“I love you.”

Maeve’s blood nearly stopped pumping around her body.

“And I’m proud of us. Tell Sam that, for me. Tell him I’m proud of us. But it’s better this way.”

“N-No. Dean. You can tell him yourself. Please.”

“I love you.”

After that, Dean’s head dropped.

He was gone.

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Hours later, Maeve sat in the library staring at her glass of whiskey. She should have drunk it by now. But she hadn’t.

It just didn’t seem right.

Nothing would seem right now. Not without him.

The moment his head dropped on her shoulder, she cried. The tears and everything she had been holding back, it all came out.

“I love you.” She had told him. She knew it was too late, but she hoped he heard her.

She had told Sam what Dean had told her. Not everything, but what Dean wanted Sam to know. And he hadn’t come out of his room since he lay his brother’s body on his bed.

“Mae.”

Maeve didn’t react at frist when Sam came rushing inside.

“Look at this.”

“Sam, I swear, if this is a hunt-”

Sam cut her off and showed her the piece of paper.

Sammy let me go.

“Wha-”

Maeve didn’t finish her sentence because within a few seconds she had shoved the note into Sam’s chest and ran straight down the hall, skidding to Dean’s room.

The only thing left was the dents his body had made on top of the bed sheets and pillow.

“I’m going to find him.”

“Sam-”

Sam turned around. “No. You’re not stopping me. I’ll call Cas rom the road. You stay here in case he comes back. He can’t have gone far.”

“Sam. I don’t think he’s coming back. He said to let him go.” Maeve told him. “And he didn’t even pass me to get out. I didn’t hear the door open or close. Sam, he’s gone.”

“How can you be so calm?”

She wasn’t calm. She was numb.

“Sam-”

“No. Tell me.” Sam pushed. “You’ve been in love with him since the beginning.”

“Wha-”

“Don’t give me that look. I’ve seen the way you look at him. So, tell me why. Tell me why I shouldn’t do this!?”

Maeve couldn’t think of an answer. Dean could be a ghost if he wanted. Sam wasn’t going to find him so easily. Especially if Dean doesn’t want him to find him.

“Sam-” Maeve’s voice broke. Her arms wrapped around her own body for some sort of comfort.

“I’m leaving.”

Half an hour later, Sam was gone. Cas was called but it would be a while before he could get to the bunker.

So Maeve was left alone.

She got it. Sam wanted his brother back. She wanted Dean back, too. But she was beat.

Clearly, it wasn’t but something felt perminant about this. That Dean wouldn’t be coming back this time. She saw the blade go through him. She saw the life drain from his eyes. She saw him go from Mark Dean to just Dean. Her Dean.

And yes, she had seen this a thousand times before. Worried and terrified that she was left alone. Even when he went to Hell, a small part of her still hoped. Still believed that he’d come back. Even if he was a Demon.

But this time...it felt real.

Why hadn’t she said it sooner? Why were their lives like this? Why, for once, couldn’t they just win and live normally? No string attached to the deal for their lives?

A few months would pass before Maeve heard from Sam again. Properly, anyway.

Usually he’d just send her a text once a month to let her know he was still alive. But it wasn’t until she got a call from him that she was fully let in to what he had been doing.

“He’s a demon.”

“What? Wait, who is this?”

“Mae. It’s me.”

“Sam?”

Only recently had she begun to go out on hunts again. Her and Cas kept in touch regularly but the only people who were there to see her were Jody Mills and Alex.

That was where she had just come from, too.

A Djinn hunt. Two of them.

She had gotten back to the bunker early hours of the morning and had fallen asleep the moment she got inside.

“Yes, it’s me. Look, Dean...he’s a demon. The mark, it must have..gotten ahold of him somehow.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.”

“What’s your problem?” Sam asked.

Both were frustrated.

Maeve sighed, sitting up in the dark. “Nothing. What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know yet.”

It took a while but eventually time passed and Maeve woke up to another phone call from Sam.

“I’ve got him, but Maeve...he’s not him.”

“How so?”

“He said Baby’s just a car.”

Even Maeve could feel the hurt hit her like a freight train.

“Look, I’ve called Cas. He’s on his way to the bunker now. I don’t know how long he’ll be. I have Dean in the cuffs but I don’t know how long they’ll hold him.”

“He can’t be exercised, can he?”

“No.” Sam admitted. “I’ll drop by the hospital.”

“I’ll call a priest.” Maeve told him.

An hour later, Sam had arrived inside the bunker with a knocked out Dean.

“So he’s a demon.”

It was more of a statement than a question. Somehow none of this felt real. Usually they would be hunting the same thing that Dean currently was.

“How do you know we’re not killing him?” Maeve asked as she sat on the metal table across from Dean.

“We’re just gonna have to hope.”

Sam woke Dean up with a couple of splashes of holy water.

Dean looked around, holding Maeve’s eye contact a little too long before spotting the blood in its carrier.

“Really?”

“For what it’s worth I got your blood type.” Sam replied.

“Sam, I know you think you’re try’na fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don’t wanna be fixed?” Dean questioned. “Just let me go live my life. I won’t bother you.”

Dean now looked to Maeve. “What do you care?”

“What do we care?” Sam asked.

A moment of silence passed, Maeve and Dean still locked in eye contact. Clearly, he was trying to read her thoughts but she was just looking. Judging what had happened to him. Why they hadn’t spotted it earlier, that this was how it was going to end.

“You really think I’m gonna sit here like Crowley, getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Well, screw that. I don’t want this!”

Maeve finally spoke. “Yeah, well, right now you don’t get a say in that.”

“You don’t even know if this is gonna work.” Dean told her. “I’ve got a helluva lot more running through me than just run-of-the-mill demon juice.”

“Mark of Cain. Got it.” Sam replied. “Buckle up.”

“Sammy…you know I hate shots.”

“I hate demons.”

Sam splashed him with holy water when his eyes flicked black, jabbing the needle into his arm.

“Look, you’ve got a bunch more of these to go.” Maeve told him. “You could make this a whole lot easier on yourself.”

Suddenly, something began to happen. Whatever it was…it didn’t look good. Grunt and growls came from Dean as the purified blood went through him.

A while passed before Maeve went back into the dungeon and shot Dean with more human blood.

Sam had done the first few but it was getting harder for him to see his brother like this.

So, as much as it pained her too…she took over.

“For all you know, you could be killing me.”

“Sam says the lore has no exceptions to the cure-“

“The lore.” Dean’s voice poured like whiskey. “Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of crap it all is.”

“Oh, you got nothin’?”

Maeve turned around and lent against the metal table, crossing her ankles in front of her.

“You want me to debate you? You and I both know that’s Sam’s field.”

“So what’s yours? Pining to the point of heartbreak?”

Maeve didn’t know what to say.

“This isn’t the real you who’s talking.” Maeve said although it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

“Oh, it’s the real me alright.” Dean told her. “The New Real Me - the me that sees things for what they really are.”

“Hunters…fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something - guys like me, we are the natural order.”

“Why? Because you were one of the first created? This isn’t you, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Listen sweetheart, there ain’t much difference from what I turned into and what you and Sam are.”

“What exactly do you mean by that? Because I say there’s two very clear differences right off the bat?”

“I’d say you can die but, we’ve seen the history books.”

Maeve gave a hard stare.

“I know how you felt.”

Maeve didn’t answer.

“I’d heard people tell me about it before. Hell, even a few demons asked if we’d been a thing before the mark.” Dean explained. “Maybe even I thought we could have been a thing but…oh, you thought so as well.”

Dean could see the change in her body. The shifting, the hurt yet hopeful distant look in her eyes.

There has been so many ‘maybe almost’ moments over the years.

Like when they first met. She was 20, he was 22. They had met on a hunt. She was running through a barn when a vamp nest came out from the shadows. From hiding behind a tractor, her back had bumped against another.

She was ready to take his head clean off his shoulders.

“Whoa, hey - I’m not one of them, okay?”

She had pulled a small silver knife from her shoe, scratched Deans skin. No reaction other that.

“Ow! Hey!”

“That’ll do. Shall we?”

She replaced the knife and they finished the hunt. Afterwards, they had gone to a diner to get some food.

It had been a normal conversation but at the end of dinner, they had held eye contact.

“I better get going. It was nice to meet you…”

“Dean. Dean Winchester.”

He shook her hand. “An you?”

“Maeve. Maeve Luna.”

Their hands didn’t let go at first. “She who rules…the moon.”

Maeve nodded and dropped her hand. “Oddly, I’m an early bird.”

It would be a year before they would run into one another again. And the rest was history.

“That line that we both thought was so clear on the other side has never been that clear, has it?” Dean questioned her.

Maeve said nothing as he spoke. She just walked over, jamming the needling into the back of his neck.

“If this doesn’t work…we both know what Sammy’s gonna have to do to me, right? Or will it be you?”

Maeve didn’t even want to think about that.

“You got the stomach for that, Sweetheart?”

Two hours later, Maeve strolled back inside to find Sam kneeling in front of Dean, slapping him across the face to wake him up.

“Sure, if you call drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils okay.”

Sam looked to Maeve who had worry painted across her face.

“We’ve got to keep going. We can’t stop.”

“Sure you can. Just stop.” Dean told him. “There’s not point in trying to bring your brother back now.”

“Oh, I’m bring him back. We both are.”

“In fact, your - uh - guilt-ridden, weight of the world bro has been MIA for quite some time now. In fact, he’s been gone since he uttered those last three little words to…you.”

Dean pointed his finger towards Maeve.

“You notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible?” Dean began, looking to Sam. “Away from your whining, your complaining. I chose the King if Hell over you.” He looked to Maeve. “Over both of you.”

“Maybe I was just tired…of baby sitting you and of your pathetic pining.”

“Or maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for you.”

“He doesn’t mean that Sam.” Maeve assured him.

“That your very existence sucked the life out of my life.”

“This isn’t my brother talking.”

“You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. But guess what? I quit.”

This continued for a while longer all until Maeve walked back in and found the dungeon empty.

“Shit.”

“Mae! Maeve!”

Sam came around the corner, demon knife in his hand.

“Where-“

“Come on, Sammy!”

Both of them looked towards the kitchen entrance. Oh, crap.

“Spend a little quality time?”

“Try and keep him busy.” Sam told her. “I can put the place on lockdown.”

And so she did.

Maeve followed Dean’s footsteps - Hell, she’s known him long enough by now to know the difference between his and Sam’s footsteps.

She managed to bang a door closed door a few corridors. She could already hear him drawing closer, breaking down each door with his foot along the way.

“Sammy! Mae!”

Suddenly everything went dark and red.

“Smart Sam, locking the place down.” Dean called out. “Doors won’t open. I get it. But here’s the thing! I don’t wanna leave! Maybe I’ll kill you first and leave Sweetheart Maeve until later. See if I can make her fall in love with the New Me.”

Dean continued to search around, calling out to them.

“Oh, and you can blame yourself for me getting loose! All that blood that made me human, well…the more human I was the less the cuffs worked! And that devils trap? Just walked right over it.”

Eventually, Dean made his way into the basement room.

And Sam locked the door on him.

“That’s your big move?”

“I know your still in there somewhere Dean.”

Dean began to knock the door down with his hammer. “You act like I wanna be cured.”

Maeve came running around the corner. “I swear — he better not say ‘Here’s Johnny.’”

“Personally, I like the disease!”

Maeve now called out. “Dean! Stop!”

“I don��t wanna use this blade on you.” Sam called out to him.

“Oh, that sucks for you doesn’t it?”

“You come out of that room, I won’t have a choice!”

“Sure you will! And I know which one you’ll make. Isn’t that right, Sammy?”

“…Hell I’m blessed, ‘cause there’s enough demon left in me that killing you ain’t no choice at all.”

Dean continued to hammer the door until he could finally kick it in.

“Come on, let’s have a beer. Let’s talk about our feelings! I’m tired of this unspoken thing between us! Let’s finish this game!”

“Sam!” Maeve called out just as the hammer swung above his head and into the wall.

As much as Dean as a demon was terrifying…he was still hot.

Dean let go of the hammer. “Well…look at you. Do it. It’s all on you. Unless you wanna take a swing, darlin’” Dean said, his eyes flicking to Maeve with a small wink.

Thankfully, as Sam lowered the knife, Cas popped from behind him, his eyes glowing.

“It’s over, now. It’s over.”

…

“Even after all that blood, he still said he didn’t want to be cured.”

“I get it. Only humans can feel real joy and…love. But also such profound pain and suffering. This is easier.”

Maeve could feel her heart breaking. He carried so much on his shoulders and for so many years…if the mark was on the other arm…she’d probably be the same. Feel the same way.

Suddenly, Dean began to stir.

She could see it in his eyes…

Her Dean.

He’s back.

“You look worried.”

Sam threw holy water on him, yet again. Nothing. No reaction. Other than that if Dean being…tired.

“Welcome back, Dean.”

Hours passed before Maeve could face Dean again. The moment she untied him, them sharing a look - Dean more so than Maeve. His eyes looked...scared. And not oh-shit-i'm-gonna-be-killed-by-a-vamp scared. This was...shit-what-am-i-meant-to-say scared.

"I'll go and make coffee." Those had been the only words Maeve had said as Dean stood up. She could barely make eye contact with him.

It wasn't until two days later that Dean finally got Maeve to speak to him.

She had been in the garage, washing one of the cars. She was still in mechanic overalls. Patches of her skin were soaked beneath the cover, suds now soaking into her skin.

"Hey, Sam's thinking of making egg white omelatte for dinner, you want any?"

"Sure, whatever."

Maeve continued to clean as Dean watched her. She could feel his eyes burning the back of her head, yet she still didn't turn around.

"Alright."

Maeve thought he had left, but instead, he walked to the other end of the garage and turned off the tap, unltimately stopping the water running through the hose.

"Wh- What the hell?"

"We need to talk."

Maeve sighed, "About what?"

"I think you know what." Dean told her. He was never one for talking about his feelings, but hell, her ignoring and avoiding him was worse.

"What do you want me to say, Dean?"

"Something! Anything! You've been avoiding me for the past two days. Whenever we're in the same room together you can't even make eye contact with me! I get that I was a demon and you don't trust me because of the mark but-"

"You think that's why I can't look at you? Because you became the thing that we've hunted for the past...10 years?! Dean-"

"I know what I said, okay. I was there."

Maeve let out a heavy sigh. "Dean. I watched you die."

The words rung loud in his ears and, with her emotion, lay heavy on his heart.

"I watched Metatron drive an angel blade, through your heart." Maeve began to walk slowly towards him, tears glossing her eyes. "I get it was painful for you and, yeah, sure, you've died like, a thousand times over the years...but I watched you die. Even when you went to Hell...a part of me still thought you might come back. But that night?...." Maeve tried her hardest to stop the tears from falling and her voice from breaking. "That night I watched the man, who I have been in love with for 14 years, get stabbed in the heart by the biggest asshole I have ever come across and I had to carry your dying body across a wearhouse and hear his final words to me be 'I love you'. After all this time, I heard you say the words I have been wanting to hear for the longest time...but as much as that should have given me hope, it didn't. A part of me died that night, when you got stabbed. When you died. When Sam carried your body back into this god-damn bunker and lay you down on your bed. And I knew there was not a Single Thing that I could do to bring you back. I just had to sit here, your words echoing constantly in my head to the point where I thought 'Maybe I imagined it. Dean doesn't like me like that. He's never liked me like that'." Maeve forced a smile as she recounted her thought, but then it dropped again. "And then Sam came running back in and showed me your note. You had disappeared and said nothing. Left nothing but four words in your place. God, Sam was so persistant in leaving to find you. He yelled at me, asking why I was so calm. But I wasn't. I was numb. Completely numb. I thought you were dead and wasn't going to come back. That this time, you had finally been finished off. But, you weren't." Maeve forced a short smile again. "You were out there, as a demon having the time of your life with Crowley. So forgive me for not knowing what to say or do when I'm around you because every time I look at you I hear those three little words before your body became a dead weight against me."

Dean didn't know what to say. He just stood there, taking all of what she had said, in.

Maeve was the first to break eye contact, looking down to her hands. "If you can turn the tap back on...I need to wash these suds off."

Dean, after a few moments, moved and turned back on the tap, Maeve picking up the hose and began to spray the car clean, listening to Dean leave the garage and only when his footsteps became nothing more than silence, Maeve let out her shaking breath and let the tears flow.

More hours passed and Dean hadn't come out of his room. Maeve had finished cleaning the car and polishing it about an hour after dinner. She had grabbed what Sam left over before washing her plate and heading back to her room. She stopped for a moment outside Dean's door. Should she go in? What would she even say?

Dean could see her shadow under the door, but even as he slowly moved from his bed and towards his door, his thoughts were the same.

Was she going to come in? Should he open the door? What would they say?

But then her shadow disappeared. He opened the door but it was too late. She was already around the corner and headed towards her room.

However, as time began to pass - Maeve sat in her room watching reruns of Seinfield. Not that she was paying attention, her mind wandering elsewhere - Dean left his room and stood outside of her door.

It took him a while, but eventually, he knocked.

"Sam, I told you I'm fine and if this is about another egg white omel- Dean."

"I meant it when I said that I loved you." Dean began. "Every word. And it was unfair on you for me to have those be my last words to you, but I meant it. I could have said it sooner but I didn't. And I'm sorry that I didn't but I knew I needed to tell you because, if I didn't...I would have probably come back with unfinished business. I have loved you for 14 years but every time I came to tell you..something happened. I guess I just began to take it as a sign that maybe I shouldn't tell you. That, at some point, you'd realise who you were with and you'd leave and you'd never want to see us again. See me...again."

"Dean-"

"No, just...let me get this off my chest." Dean admitted. "Look, in all honesty, I don't know what I'm meant to say. But I'm tired. I'm tired of this...this...this thing between us. And if you don't wanna do anything about it, then I will walk away. But I don't. I don't wanna walk away. I'm in love with you, Maeve and...and I don't know what else to-"

Suddenly, Dean felt two hands come to his face, pulling him in closer. Maeve kissed him.

He was a little shocked at first but it didn't take long before his eyes shut and his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in closer to him so their bodies were flushed together.

"-say."

Maeve shook her head. "Tell me that we're done. Tell me that this unspoken thing...it's spoken."

Dean nodded with a smile beginning to grow on his lips. "It's spoken."

"What do we do now?"

Dean smiled. "I'm sure we can think of something."

Maeve smiled as she saw the smirk on his face and the glint in his eyes. And so, leaning back in, they kissed again. Not breaking it for anything. Not even as Maeve lowered herself down from leaning up, pulling at Dean's shirt and pulling him inside, Dean shutting the door with his foot behind him.

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what-if-i-just-did · 10 months

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Destiel Prompt List 8. demon!Dean.

(Guess what!? This story has a Part Two!!)

Trigger Warnings: bad ending, major character death, implied murder, implied blood, losing the oppertunity at love, laughing at mentions of past murder, self-hate, and overwhelming guilt

Indifferent and Murderous

Dean turned around, sounding irritated. "What do you want, Castiel."

Castiel steeled himself, stepping out from the shadows. Ready to face Dean.

Dean could see him now, really, actually see him. Castiel's True Self. All wings and eyes and spinning rings of holy divinity. Yet... lacking. Castiel was weak.

Castiel mentally stumbled at the sight of Dean, twisted and demonic and so far from what he usually was, so free from the usual guilts plaguing him. Everything screamed at him that this being was unpure, wrong, and yet the angel could still see Dean Winchester etched into every corner of him. So of course, Castiel loved this version of Dean Winchester too.

"Come home, to your brother, Dean." Castiel said. The demon laughed. Loudly. "Ahhh... no, I don't think I will." "Your brother needs you. He.. he's been looking for you, Dean. He's been... tearing himself apart." Dean ignored him.

"Ah, you know, I used to care so much about you. About Sam. About, saving the world and stopping the apocalypse and killing monsters." Dean says, thinking about how hilarious that notion even seems now. He flashes his eyes black, just to see Castiel shiver. He smirks. Drops the eyes and the smirk. "You know, everything is so much clearer now. I can see things.. for how they really are, now that I can step away from.. all this mess." He finishes his drink. "I was in love with you, but I didn't deserve you, because all the guilt and guilt and daddy issues, but I had to do my best for you, and for Sammy, even if I didn't deserve you... oh, the endless circles of self-loathing I went through..." He says theatrically. "I can see you now, of course. The actual you. Old me would have killed to be able to see you." He laughed a little. "Not that I haven't." He said, gesturing around them. "It really is much easier not caring. I don't give two shakes of a rat's ass about you now, Cas." The nickname is meant to hurt. "In fact, I could kill you and Sam right now and I wouldn't even blink. You know, I think I might. Kill you, that is. Your batteries running dry, Castiel? I wouldn't mind adding another angel to my kill list. It would be so easy to kill you.. almost cheating." He grins.

Cas had stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. He was slightly in shock. Dean- this Dean- had no reason to lie, not really, so that meant... that meant Dean had loved him. And had thought that he wasn't worth having Cas. And now... now Dean was a demon, and he didn't care anymore. Castiel wanted to break down and cry when he started to fathom what he might have just lost, what they could have had all along, and he was suddenly very determined to get Dean, his Dean, back. How very human all of that was, he thought bitterly.

But he might be about to die at Dean's hands. Dean was right, he was weak- and he wouldn't hurt Dean either way. He would let Dean kill him, and Dean was stronger now- stronger than Cas was. So when Dean pushed him against a wall, flashed his eyes black again and held the First Blade to his throat, Cas closed his eyes with an air of finality, acceptance.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I forgive you. And I love you, too."

The demon grinned as he was coated in red.

#destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x castiel #destiel fanfic #castiel x dean #dean winchester #castiel #spn #supernatural #deanmon #demon!dean #angst #bad ending

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catsconflictscopicsandchamomile · 1 year

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me: im finally biting the bullet rebar and writing a short, narrative, not-absolutely-fuckoff-overcomplicated spn fic abt my finale hcs. i should make sure that this has a good normal spnfic title.

me: *looks at title field* ....

me:

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE LYRICS

#just call me Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way i guess #mcr rox!!!1!11!!!!#real deanmon hours #rusty nail #back on my bullshit #fanfic writer #writeblr #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #mcr #angstfic

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cxlxrx · 2 years

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Idea: Deanmon is a split personality of Dean. He's very aggressive and likes to wear hawaiian shirts (and sunglasses).

Idk why he likes to wear hawaiian shirts. I thought it's a funny idea XD

#dean winchester #deanmon #demon!dean #supernatural fanfiction #spnfamliy #spn fanfic #fanfiction #supernatural

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kickasscas · 3 years

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Ok real talk do you think Crowley is more likely to read DeanxReader fanfic or Dean to read destiel fanfic because he's "Just curious and it's not gay because I'M not gay, Sammy!"

Ohhhh good question bestie!!

I definitely would say Crowley is more likely to read some DeanxReader fanfic just cause it's soooo clear he likes Dean A LOT and there was something NOT PLATONIC happening when Dean was a demon with Crowley. Crowley seems more like the type to indulge in reading fanfics than Dean imo. Maybe Dean would read some but i think it's more likely Crowley would. I mean....his vibes just say that he would lets be honest here!!! And he would probably ENJOY IT HE DEFINITELY WOULD NOT BE READING IT JUST CAUSE HES BORED NO HE WOULD READ THAT SHIT AND BE LIKE HMMM YES I LOVE DEAN!!

#crowley #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #deanmon #fanfic

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mslaevateinn · 3 years

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Stucky meets Destiel... sort of

Title: Stucky meets Destiel... sort of Author: @mslaevateinn (Laevateinn on AO3)

Rating: T Word count: 2.2k Warnings: None

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34860211 Squares Filled: B3 - Haunted house for @lokibingo I4 - Secret kisses for @marvelousrarepairbingo (card 32) O4 - Setting: a garden for @mcukinkbingo B5 - Angels and Demons for @steverogersbingo O4 - Disguises for @stuckybingo Bingo

Pairings: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Brunnhilde/Loki Major Tags: College AU, Halloween parties, Couples Costumes, fun and fluff, bit of crack

Summary: Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Sam are invited to the Odinsons Halloween party. Shenanigans ensue - Featuring Supernatural's parody from the Hillywood show, Steve and Bucky being dorks and a fake haunted house

But I keep cruising, Black Impala moving, It’s like I got this brother,

“Steve!” came the angry shout. The blond sniggered as he towelled his hair By my side, saying ‘It’s gonna be alright’ “I swear I will make you eat your speakers if you don’t cut this infernal music.” ‘Cause the angels gonna play play play play play, Just in time, Steve thought before singing “And the Demons gonna hate hate hate hate hate” “Steven! Turn that damn thing off!”

Steve laughed then turned the volume down. After all, he did not have a death wish and Bucky wasn’t back yet from class to deal with Natasha.

He heard a huff from the other room and smirked. Getting any reaction out of Nat had been a pain before, but as soon as she started trusting him, they’d hit it like a house on fire and sass each other like there was no tomorrow.

“When is your better half supposed to arrive?” Steve checked the time on his phone, towel pinned with one hand. “Class ended 5 minutes ago, shouldn’t be long now. Don’t worry.”

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Brotherly Betrayal Part 2

Dean Winchester x Y/N x Sam Winchester

Warnings: cheating, angst, hurt, ...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

This part is just pure pain and angst

*Does not follow The SPN storyline *

Recap part 1:

Sam didn’t seek for a new romance but when he met Y/N she seemed to have everything he wanted in a girl. After introducing her to his brother they recognise immediately each other from a spicy night together years ago.

After a year of fantasising about each other, one night they couldn’t resist the lust anymore, and give in. Y/N decided to leave Sam, Dean can’t stand to see his little brother heart broken.

The air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the soft hum of baby’s engine and the rhythmic tapping of Dean's fingers on the steering wheel. Sam sat slumped in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his mind lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

It had been a month since Y/N, had shattered his world with these simple words: "I'm sorry, Sam, it’s best we go our separate ways." The pain was still fresh, like an open wound that refused to heal. He had tried to make sense of it all, to find some semblance of closure, why would she say she cheated, with who did she spend the night.

But the questions lingered like ghosts in the shadows.

Dean glanced at his brother, his heart heavy with concern. He knew Sam was hurting, "Sam," Dean began cautiously, "you know you can talk to me, right? Whatever's on your mind, I'm here for you."

Sam sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping even further. "I appreciate it, Dean, I really do. But I don't even know where to begin. It's like... I thought we were happy, you know?”

Dean nodded sympathetically, his grip tightening on the wheel. He had seen Sam at his lowest, had watched him weather the storms of heartbreak before. But this time felt different. Probably because Dean felt guilty.

"Did she say why she ended things?" Dean asked gently, afraid, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sam shook his head, his jaw clenched in frustration. "No, not really. Just... that she hadn’t been faithful, and that said she needed space, needed time to figure things out. But I can't help but wonder... was it something I did? Something I said?"

Dean watched the road ahead, the headlights cutting through the darkness like a beacon in the night. "I know this is tough, but you got to believe me when I say it wasn't your fault. Y/N's a great girl, but sometimes people just... drift apart. It doesn't mean you did anything wrong."

Sam nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. "I know you're trying to help, Dean. And I appreciate it, I really do. But I can't shake this feeling, you know? Like there's something I'm missing, something she's not telling me."

Dean's heart clenched at the pain in his brother's voice, the anguish that echoed in every word. He wanted to tell Sam the truth, wanted to confess the role he had played in Y/N's betrayal. But the guilt weighed heavy on his conscience, a burden he wasn't sure he could bear.

"Sam," Dean said carefully, choosing his words with utmost caution, "did Y/N ever mention... not being happy? Like, was there something she felt was missing in your relationship?"

Sam furrowed his brow, his mind racing to recall the countless conversations he had shared with Y/N over the past year. "I mean, she mentioned just... you know, normal relationship stuff."

"I need you to listen to me, okay? And I need you to believe me when I say... Y/N wasn't entirely honest with you." Sam's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze snapping to meet Dean's in the dim light of the car. "What do you mean? What did she say?"

Dean hesitated, rubbing his neck. But he knew there was no turning back now, knew that the truth would set them free, no matter how painful it might be. ”I eh, heard her talking to Charlie before.

His voice filled with remorse, "Y/N... she missed the intimacy, man. And when you couldn't give her what she needed, I guess, she... found it somewhere else. I'm sorry, Sam," Dean said quietly, his voice heavy with guilt, "I should've told you sooner.”

The Impala rolled to a stop in front of a motel, its neon sign flickering feebly against the backdrop of the night sky. Sam stepped out of the car, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion and resignation. He trudged towards the motel room, his mind still reeling from the revelations of the past hour.

Dean lingered by the trunk of the car, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit window of the motel room across the parking lot. He knew what he had to do. As Sam disappeared into the shadows of the motel, Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He scrolled through the contacts until he found Y/N's number, his thumb hovering uncertainly over the call button.

"Hello?" "Y/N," Dean said evenly, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him, "we need to talk."

There was a moment of tense silence on the other end of the line, the static crackling like electricity between them. Then, finally, Y/N spoke, her voice soft and hesitant. "Dean...What... Why are you calling me?" she asked, her words tinged with uncertainty.

"I want you to do the right thing," Dean said firmly, his grip tightening on the phone. "I want you to give my brother another chance."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, the weight of Dean's words hanging heavy in the air between them. "Dean, I... I don't know if that's possible. Things became too complicated."

Dean clenched his jaw, his frustration bubbling to the surface like a volcano on the verge of eruption. "Complicated or not, Y/N, you owe it to Sam to try. He loves you, damn it. And he deserves better than to be left wondering what went wrong."

“Don’t blame me for everything Dean! Last I checked you were there with me.” He knew she was right, he knew that his own actions had played a role.

"I know," Dean said softly, his voice heavy with remorse. "I know I messed up, Y/N. I should've never let things go as far as it did. But that doesn't change the fact that Sam deserves better than to be left in the dark."

“If you really believe he needs the truth, you tell him you slept with his girl, I think he is hurt enough. ” she hangs up the phone. For a moment, Dean was frozen in place, she was right, he didn’t have the guts to tell him. Little did Sam nor Y/N knew Dean chose this motel, the one close to Y/N’s workplace.

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the diner, its cheery facade belying the tension that hung heavy in the air. Sam and Dean sat at a booth near the window, their plates untouched as they waited for the waiter, seeing how Y/N emerged from the kitchen.

Dean glanced up as he saw her approach, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked tired, her eyes red-rimmed and weary, but there was a steely determination in her gaze that he couldn't help but admire.

Y/N hesitated as she reached their table, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched her notepad to her chest. "What can I get for you guys?" she asked, her voice strained but polite.

Sam glanced up at her, surprised but his gaze searching her face for, hoping she would meet his eyes. "Just coffee, thanks," he said quietly, his voice tinged with sadness.

Y/N nodded, her movements jerky as she scribbled their order on her pad. "Coming right up," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she hurried back towards the kitchen.

Dean watched her go, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He knew he had put her in an impossible position, had forced her to confront the consequences of their actions head-on. As Y/N returned with their coffee, Sam watched Y/N closely, his heart heavy with longing and uncertainty. "Y/N," Sam said softly, his voice tinged with desperation, "can we talk? Please?"

Y/N's eyes flickered with apprehension, her gaze darting nervously between Sam and Dean as she searched for a way out. "Sam, I... I can't," she said hesitantly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm at work, and I just... I can't do this right now."

As Y/N disappeared back into the kitchen, Sam was left alone with his thoughts.

After her shift she walked to the nearest motel, knowing the brothers would be staying there. She saw how Sam walked out the door. Knowing him, going for a walk to ease his mind.

The sharp rap on the door jolted Dean from his thoughts. He swung the door open, expecting to see Sam standing on the other side, but instead found himself face-to-face with Y/N, her expression stormy and her eyes ablaze with anger.

"Y/N," Dean said, taken aback by her sudden appearance, "what are you doing here?"

Y/N's jaw clenched in frustration, her fists balled at her sides as she glared at Dean with unbridled fury. "I can't believe you guys would show up at my work like that," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

"You can't just barge in here and expect me to drop everything just for your needs," she snapped, her voice rising with each word. "I have a job to do, Dean.” "I know I messed up, Y/N," Dean said softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "And I'm sorry for that. But we need to talk. You and Sam need to. We need to clear the air, to put an end to his pain and uncertainty."

"Okay, you want to talk.” She said still angry “Let's talk." Y/N crossed her arms. “Tell me Dean, the real reason you showed up uninvited after me telling you to let me be.”

"The real reason?" Dean repeated, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "The real reason is because we care about you, Y/N. We care about what happens to you, and I couldn't just stand by and watch you push Sammy away."

Y/N's eyes narrowed at Dean's response, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. "Is that so?" she said sceptically, her voice laced with bitterness. "Or is it because you couldn't stand the thought of me moving on without you?"

Dean winced at the accusation, the sting of her words cutting through him like a knife. "Y/N, it's not like that," he protested, “I-I’m trying to make things right."

"And I appreciate that. But it's not that simple. It's not just about saying sorry and expecting everything to go back to the way it was, you don't get to barge into my life and expect me to welcome you with open arms after everything that's happened."

Y/N took a deep breath “Look me in the eyes, Dean. And tell me you want me to get back together with Sam. Tell me you’re here for his feelings instead of your own.” Her eyes stared in his.

With a heavy sigh, he met her gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "Y/N," Dean began, his voice soft but resolute, "that night... it meant something to me. More than I can put into words."

"I'm falling for you," Dean admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Dean reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped Y/N's cheek. "But Sam will always be my brother, Y/N, I will always put him first." he said sincerely.

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears "Dean" she whispered shaking her head, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “Shh.” his thumb tracing circles on her cheek as he leaned in closer. "You don't have to say anything" he said gently.

"Y/N," Dean said softly, his voice thick with emotion, “I will push my own feelings away. Just... just give Sammy another chance.” Y/N reached out, her hand trembling as she gently brushed her fingers against Dean's hand on her face. "Dean, I ran away not because of what happened between us that night," she confessed,

Her voice barely above a whisper. "I ran away because... because I'm falling for you, too." Dean's heart skipped a beat at her words, the realization dawning on him that their feelings for each other ran deeper than either of them had dared to admit.

His head leaning in until it was just inches away from Y/N's. With a soft exhale, he let his forehead rest against hers, their breath mingling in the small space between them.

"Y/N, I..." Dean began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the right words. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her heart breaking at the pain in Dean's voice.

Y/N's fingers found their way to Dean's cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring as she caressed his stubbled jawline. Dean closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the warmth of her touch, the closeness of her presence.

"Dean, please," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I don't want to hurt Sam any more than I already have. But I can't ignore what happened between us. ”

Dean's heart plummeted like a stone in his chest as he felt a cold wave of panic wash over him. Slowly, he pulled away from Y/N, his gaze shifting towards the doorway where his brother stood, his expression unreadable.

Sam's eyes flickered between Dean and Y/N, his jaw clenched in a tight line as he took in the scene before him. For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of their ragged breaths echoing in the small space.

"Sam," Dean began, his voice trembling with apprehension, "I... we can explain."

Sam's eyes betraying the storm of emotions raging within him. He took a step into the room, his gaze never leaving Dean's as he spoke, his voice low and steely.

"I think I've heard enough," Sam said quietly, his words like a dagger to Dean's heart. "I'll leave you two alone." With a heavy heart, Sam turned on his heel and disappeared from the room, leaving Dean and Y/N alone in the wake of his departure.

"Sam, wait!" Y/N called out, her voice thick with emotion. Sam paused in his tracks, his back still turned towards her. Sam, please," Y/N pleaded, her voice trembling with urgency. "Let me explain."

Sam turned to face her, his eyes weary but filled with a flicker of hope. "Explain what, Y/N?" he asked quietly, “How you forget to mention you slept with my brother? That's worse than being cheated on.”

"I'm sorry, Sam," she said softly, tears glistening in her eyes. "Sam, I..." Y/N began, her voice catching in her throat as she struggled to find the right words. "I didn't mean for it to happen. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness."

Sam's expression hardened, his jaw clenched in frustration. "A mistake?" he repeated, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You call sleeping with my brother a mistake? But you just confessed you’re love for him!" He points at their room.

Y/N winced at the harshness in Sam's tone, the guilt and remorse swirling within her like a tempest. "Sam, I'm sorry," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen."

Sam's gaze softened slightly at the sight of Y/N's tears, his own heart heavy with conflicting emotions. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice tinged with sadness, "I don't know what to do. I don't know how to feel."

Y/N reached out, her hand trembling as she gently trying to grab Sam's arm, but he pulled away "Sam, please," she pleaded, her voice filled with desperation. "Please don't shut Dean out. Please give me and him a chance to make things right."

"I don't know if I can," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sam," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "do you want me to leave, tell me what I need to do, what you need?"

Sam's gaze softened at her words, his heart aching with the pain of their fractured relationship. He reached out, his hand finding hers and squeezing it gently. Sam replied quietly, his voice tinged with sadness, "I don't want you to leave. But I need some time to think. And then I need to talk to Dean."

Dean and Y/N sat in silence on the end of the bed waiting for Sam to return.

When he walked in the room Y/N gave a soft hurt smile to Sam and left the room to take a walk in the cold night. Leaving the brothers, giving time to talk.

Sam's voice cut through the tense silence, his eyes fixed on Dean with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Dean," he began, his voice steady but tinged with emotion, "I need you to promise you’ll be honest with me. I need you to tell me, everything Dean.”

“Starting with, why... why Y/N?"

Dean's heart clenched at the question, the weight of Sam's gaze bearing down on him. He took a deep breath. "I wish I could give you a simple answer. But the truth is... it's complicated."

Sam's brow furrowed in confusion, his expression a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "Complicated how?" he pressed, his tone tinged with urgency.” You know we had a... a night together years before you met her, right.”

Sam nodded. "And since the moment you introduced me to Y/N, she's been on my mind. Constantly. 24/7. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night Sammy." Dean scratched his neck not knowing is continuing was the right thing to do.

"When Charlie came over, I overheard Y/N talking about her sex life." Sam's eyes widened in surprise, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Dean hesitated, his mind racing as he struggled to find the right words. "Y/N mentioned how different we were. She compared the two of us." he explained carefully, "and how she wasn't really happy, now.”

He met his brother's gaze, his eyes filled with sincerity and remorse. “And then the three of us watched a movie together. And... and when Charlie left, we stayed for another movie and then... I kissed her.”

“Is that when...” Sam couldn’t finish that question. “No, she stopped it and took off. We were distant for a while.” Sam nodded, remembering the awkward tension in the bunker. “So, when?” Dean searched his face, trying to see if he really wanted to know.

“The night after the bar, you two went home early together, you fell asleep when Y/N dressed up all sexy for you..." Dean began, his voice faltering as he recounted the events of that fateful evening, "I got home earlier, Y/N was in the kitchen, upset, couldn’t sleep, still in the babydoll dress.”

Dean swallowed before continuing. “She was surprised to see I came home. I told her I didn’t sleep with that girl from the bar, I couldn’t, I thought of her all the time. And she said you fell asleep before... That's when it happened. Y/N and I... we... "

Dean couldn't finish his sentence “Just once, Sammy.” “Yeah,” he looked at the floor.” Because she left the day after.”

After a deep sigh Sam continued "I trusted you, Dean," his voice breaking with the weight of his betrayal. "I trusted both of you." Dean felt his heart shatter at the pain in Sam's voice, the guilt and remorse consuming him like a wildfire. "Sam, I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen."

“But, you have to believe me she means more to me than just another one-night plaything. I wouldn’t have done it if it was just sex. I tried to fight it I really did. But I guess we had a little too much to drink to hold back.”

But Sam shook his head, his gaze filled with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I don't know if I can forgive you for this, Dean," he said quietly,

“I’m eh, going to go away for a while. I need time to think. I need you two to give me some space.” Sam said getting up ready to leave. “I’ll eh stay at Jody’s for a while.”

Dean nodded and watched his brother leave the room.

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