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A Sebastian (Stardew Valley) One Shot

pg-13

Ellie took in a deep breath, taking in the chilly Autumn air as she walked up to the spa for a little 'me time'. It was always a nice walk during the Autumn; the leaves were falling on the ground, pumpkins sprouting up, the slight difference in the weather that grew colder as the days went on.

On the walk, Ellie always walked by Sebastian's house, and every time she thought about trying to talk to him again. Things between the two of them just felt awkward over the last month. They'd both had a little too much to drink in the woods after the town Luau and somehow ended up back in Sebastian's bedroom, where Ellie found her clothes littering his basement floor.

Luckily, it seemed that no one else in the house noticed that she had been over, and she snuck out without a single issue. However, she had a singing feeling that Sebastian wasn't into her and she was him.

Ellie dug her fists into her jacket pockets and picked her speed up, hurrying past the house just incase the dude popped out this time. She somehow went a whole month without seeing him, she wanted to continue the streak.

Keeping her head down, she hurried up to the pathway, not taking in any notice that the garage door was wide open. She heard somebody curse, and something clatter against the pavement.

"Fucking...!" A loud groan left the garage, causing Ellie to stop in her tracks. "Fuck you."

Ellie tilted her head, her curiosity getting the best of her. She made her way over to the open door and looked around, not seeing anybody around. "Hello?" She called gently.

Sebastian rolled out from under a motorcycle. His face was covered in oil, along with his shirt and jeans, which it nearly blended into. His hair, for the first time she'd ever seen it, was pulled back into a bun.

Ellie gasped slightly, the bike taking her by surprise. She should have known it was Sebastian who was fussing. "I-I'm sorry... I thought... I didn't know you had a bike."

"Yeah." He sat up, his eyes glued to hers. He attempted to clean up his face with a cloth, but he only smeared it further around his face. "Yeah, I saved up over the years. Fixed it up myself. I like to ride out of town every now and then and this was the fastest, cheapest way."

"I get that..." Ellie bit her lip. She had been stuck here, like him, for most of her life. She couldn't wait to afford to leave this place. "I'm sorry, I'll leave you be." She turned on her heel and started to walk off again.

She heard Sebastian scramble to stand up. "Wait," he called.

Ellie turned around, watching him get to his feet and dust off the back of his jeans. He looked at her, hope filling his eyes. "Yeah?" She asked.

"If you want to... go for a ride, I'm heading out tonight after dark. I'm usually gone until sunrise..." He mumbled, suddenly looking away and peering down at the ground.

His offer took Ellie by shock. She knitted her brows together and tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out if this was a joke or not. But of course it wasn't. Sebastian was a man of few words. If he hadn't truly wanted her to go, he never would have brought it up.

The girl rolled her shoulders back and looked up at the sky. It was just after noon, the sun was still burning in the sky, though the wind felt good as it competed with the sun.

"I didn't think you'd ever want to talk to me again." She stated.

"It took two of us to decide to come back here that night, El. If either of us really didn't want to, we would have stopped. I did start to wonder if you regretted it, though..."

Ellie snapped her gaze back to the boy she'd been crushing on since forever. She delicately pulled one of her hands out of her pocket and ran her fingers through her air, trying to figure out the best way to explain herself. "I... did. But only the way it happened, not the actual... ya know." She felt a small blush creep up on her cheeks. "I'm not usually the type of girl who jumps into bed after a couple of drinks. It's just that I've been wanting you to make a move for so long, I got carried away."

She heard Sebastian walk closer to her, though she had pulled her eyes to the ground, trying not to physically cringe at herself. "El." Sebastian said gently.

Ellie met his gaze again, expecting him to take back his offer for the midnight ride. "Se."

"I was scared of rejection. You're so confident and headstrong, I thought you would never give me a chance as something more than friends. I've been dying to ask you, it just never seemed right." He sucked his lip between his teeth and played with the ring he pierced himself with ages ago. "I thought I ruined it all that night. I got cocky and skipped this whole plan I had..."

"You had a plan?" Ellie giggled, twisting a strand of hair around her finger.

"A masterplan." Sebastian teased. "Getting myself drunk was phase one. I'm always more confident after a few drinks."

Ellie smiled at him. "You weren't planning on getting that blasted with me, though, huh?"

"We were having so much fun." Sebastian chuckled, nervously.

"I'll give you a chance to make it up to me tonight." She decided. "You will pick me up around nightfall and take me wherever the bike takes us. You can say whatever it is you were going to say that night."

"Damn, you sure are demanding." He rolled his eyes, though she saw the playfulness there.

"Isn't that why you like me so much?" She teased.

Sebastian smiled, actually smiled where his eyes lit up and his teeth could be seen. Ellie had only ever seen him smile like that a handful of times since they'd known each other, and nearly every single one involved her. "I like it. I also like how you are a complete opposite in the bedroom." A smirk replaced that smile.

Ellie's cheeks flared up again and she smacked Sebastian's chest. "Seb!" She snapped.

He laughed. "I'll pick you up tonight, my queen."

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KAZ BREKKER ONE SHOT

Warnings: blood, talks of miscarriage. 

Pairing: Kaz Brekker & (OC) Emily

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Kaz Brekker opened the door, not expecting to see the young girl on her knees, crying into the bedsheets. He paused, not knowing what to say, awkwardly staring around the room for something else to look at. 

Finally, he cleared his throat. The young girl spun around, parts of her hair falling out of her bun, sticking to her face from the tears. Her cheeks were as red as bricks and her eyes bloodshot. 

“Pardon me, Miss Emily, but I need to have a word with you.” He would never admit it, but he felt sorry for the poor girl. She’d only been in his possession for a week, and he wished things could have started off on a better level. 

Emily rose to her feet, wobbling as she went along, having to grab onto the nightstand to keep her balance. “I’m sorry, Mr. Brekker. I don’t know what came over me...” 

“Are you alright?” He asked, sure he knew the answer. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “I know you feel like a prisoner here, it isn’t every day you’re kidnapped.” To Kaz, this was teasing. He tried a little smile along with the (what he thought were) comforting words. 

Emily took a seat on the edge of the bed, using a small napkin to clean her face up a bit. “I’m afraid to say that is not the reason for my outburst.” She stammered.

Kaz sat down in a chair close to her bed, not watching her tidy up. He cursed himself for not giving her the time to do so alone. “Did someone say something to you? I’ll have them tortured.” He clenched his fist tighter around his crows head cane. 

“No... I mean, nothing mean.” Emily sniffed and pulled her hair down, letting it fall around her shoulders. Kaz thought she had the most beautiful head of hair, even wanted to compliment it. “I got some news today.”

“Oh?” Kaz set his jaw. He’d had Emily checked out when he first brought her to the Slat. He had paid off her debts to another Barrel gang and rehomed her in the Slat until they could find a better home for her, although Kaz didn’t want to let her go. He’d watched her around town, watching how the other gang treated her poorly. Finally, he made enough kruge to pay off the debts she had and... he hadn’t known exactly what to do after that.

Emily looked up at him, her round doe-like eyes carrying heavy bags from lack of sleep. “They told me I’m pregnant.”

Kaz blinked, unsure what to say to that. Here he was, fawning over this girl as she’s crying her eyes out and carrying a child. “Oh...” He looked down at the ground. Kaz had an answer for everything, except for this. “Can I get you anything?” 

“A Grisha to rid me of this creature.” Emily’s voice cracked as she spoke.

Kaz felt like his heart was being squished. He knew the kind of pain that would bring to her, what sort of mental state that could put her through. Not that he knew first hand, but he’d heard the stories. A Grisha getting rid of the thing growing inside of you... That was a lot on a person. “Do you want to think this over?” He questioned.

“Look at me.” 

Against his better judgement, Kaz met her gaze. She was in enough pain already, what was one more thing. He knew that baby wasn’t wanted, never was. Now he understood why she flinched any time a hand reached for her. 

“I can’t have this baby. Every time I have to look at it, I’ll remember how it happened. I could die in child birth, the child could die, there’s so many things that could go wrong. I’d rather suffer through that tomorrow and heal myself slowly than have this baby and carry the memories with me.” She stated, more tears rolling down her cheeks. “Kaz, please.”

Not once has she called Kaz by his first name until tonight. He liked the sound of it rolling off her tongue, despite the situation. He hoped she’d say it again. “I’ll see if Nina can do it.” He nodded.

Emily sighed in relief. “Thank you,” she reached for his knee, only she must’ve remembered what happened last time she touched him and pulled her hand away. 

“I’ll get you Nina.” He stated, rising to his feet and exiting the room quietly. 

***

It took some convincing for Nina to help Emily, but in the end, she accepted Emily’s pleas and she began to work on removing the child for the young girl. It was going to be an all night process, so Kaz made sure they were both as comfortable as possible, asking what they might need and getting them triple anything they requested. 

He made sure that anyone else stayed clear of Emily’s room, told them all to spend the night out at the clubs or in their own rooms. Kaz never experienced this for himself, he just knew the stories weren’t pretty. 

And he was right. He wished he, too, would have left the Slat that night. Screams echoed off the walls, down the halls, and rang through his head the entire night. Even in his attic room, he heard the faint cries coming from one floor down. It was the worst thing he ever witnessed.

Before they got started, Kaz asked if either one of them needed someone to stay in there with them. They both shook their heads, tears running down their faces. “This is something she has to do alone.” Nina had told him. “But she will need someone there when it’s over.”

Those words stuck with him. 

Kaz woke up to Nina saying his name. He opened his eyes to peer up, a woman staring back at him. He jumped with a start, realizing he must have fallen asleep at his desk. 

“She needs you.” Nina mumbled. Her hair was a mess, soaking wet from the sweat. Her dress stained with blood and... Kaz wasn’t going to ask what else. She looked exhausted. 

The boy jumped to his feet, grabbed his cane, and headed for the stairs. “There’s breakfast in the kitchen for you, Nina. Go rest now.” He called over his shoulder.

“Thank you, Kaz.” She said, though her voice was barely there.

Kaz hurried down the stairs, forgetting to brace himself for what he might see in the room or the pain shooting up his leg, he just knew he had to make sure she was okay. 

Knocking softly on the door before entering, he gently opened the door. “Emily?” He whispered.

Inside he found that Nina must’ve already cleaned up quite a bit. He saw bloodied towels thrown in a hamper near the door, sheets, clothing. The odor in the room was that of roses and coffee, covering the already faint smell from last night. Kaz was thankful that Nina thought of that.

Curled up underneath clean sheets, he saw Emily’s outline. She was breathing heavily, hair sticking out of the top in a messy, half fallen bun. 

“My dear.” Kaz kept his voice down as he stood awkwardly at the edge of the bed. “Can I get you anything?”

“Can you sit down, please?” Her voice was hoarse from all the screaming, but he managed to understand her request. 

He licked his lips, gazing down at the small girl. She was only half his size, and he loved to tease her about it when she first started settling in. “As you wish.” He braced himself, pushing out those intrusive thoughts. He sat on the bed, careful to put his cane against the wall so it didn’t hit her. 

She rolled over, facing him now, and looked up at him. Her face was swollen, her hair falling out of the lazy bun, her cheeks stained from the tears, and he still thought that this woman was beautiful. 

“Don’t look at me,” she pleaded, hiding her face in the pillow. “I’m hideous.” 

“You are... breathtaking.” Kaz breathed, unaware that this was not the time for compliments. 

Giggling, Emily moved closer, causing Kaz’s heart to stop completely. Her head was on his thigh before he could jump away. Panic coursed through him, his fingers going numb, his vision blurring as he tried to think of a way out of this. “You are a strange one, Brekker.” 

Her voice slowly pulled him out of his panic. He peered down at her and watched her eyes flutter closed. “You’ll be taken care of here.” He stated, his gloved hand hovering over her shoulder, wanting to touch her, to comfort her.

“Don’t leave me...” she croaked. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He mumbled, letting his fingers brush against her shoulder. It hadn’t made him want to vomit, though he still couldn’t exactly feel the tips of his fingers yet. “Rest, my darling.” 

Emily reached up with a shaky hand and grabbed his belt, keeping her hand there as she slowly started to drift off to sleep.

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The Merriest of Winchesters

** Rating - PG-13 Characters- Dean and Sam Winchester, You, Castiel

Let me know if you guys would want a part two! 

Dean stretched after climbing out of his Impala. His back, his knees, everything ached as if he hadn’t moved in days. He was looking forward to getting inside of Bobby’s old house and plopping himself down on a comfy bed. 

He glanced up at the house, as he always did before entering. It felt strange to be here when Bobby wasn’t. He and his brother, Sam, made a pact to never meet here again after they burned Bobby’s body. But Sam was insistent that they return for Christmas every year.

“Is it my turn to put up the tree this year?” Sam asked, unfolding himself from the front seat and grabbing his bag out of the back. 

Dean shrugged his shoulders and mumbled, “dunno.” before he walked up to the door and unlocked it with the key. 

Inside smelled... clean. It was as if it hadn’t been sitting empty for the last couple of months. Dean paused, trying to remember the last time that he or Sam had stopped by to gather supplies--or sleep. It had to have been back in August, back when he had that Washington demon case. 

Dean raised his hand to motion to his brother, his other hand reaching for his gun that he kept in his belt. Something wasn’t right. 

Sam stopped and dropped his bag, reaching for his own gun as Dean motioned for him to run around back and check out the place. Dean would take on the inside, the closed off spaces, so Sam would have a chance to get away if possible. 

Last time he set food inside, the place smelled of rain and mud, seeing as they almost never mopped the floors before leaving. The smell of roses and lavender filled his nose the further into the house he stepped. 

The lamp that sat on Bobby’s desk was on, shining bright as if somebody placed a new bulb in it recently. Something really wasn’t right. Somebody broke into this house, somebody was cleaning. Demons wouldn’t clean. Neither would a vampire or a werewolf--unless they were claiming the house for themselves... 

Dean kept his eyes wide as he slowly scouted the place, looking in every room downstairs before heading up, careful to miss that noisy stair close to the top. 

“Hello?” Dean called out, knowing that he was wasting time trying to be quiet. Whoever was in this house, it was most likely human. Someone wanting to squat for a little while, someone needing a place while the snow outside slowed down. 

No answer.

He kicked open the door to the old room that he and Sam shared once. Aiming his gun inside, he froze when his eyes landed on a small figure standing there, holding up a gun of her own, a messy bun on top of her head, and in an oversized Christmas sweater. 

“Whoa!” Dean didn’t know if he should drop his gun and hold up his hands or keep it aimed at her. She was so small, so fragile looking, he was afraid of hurting her. “Who are you??”

“Who are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him, her glasses sitting at the edge of her nose as if she had just jumped up and didn’t have enough time to push them back up. 

“I asked you first.” Dean grumbled. “Did you know Bobby?”

“I knew him.” She said confidently, holding her chin up high. “He took me in after my parents died.” 

Feeling a little better, Dean lowered his gun but still kept his grip on it. “Dean Winchester. Are you a hunter?” 

“Winchester...” Her eyes widened as if she knew that name. The handgun she was holding fell at her side, though she kept her finger on the trigger as well. Son of a bitch. You sure do get around.” 

He tilted his head to the side, unsure of what she meant by that comment.

“[Your name]. I only started hunting after the devil killed my parents.” She said, almost proudly. A little too proudly. 

It clicked after she said her name, though. He had heard of that name before. Lucifer had mentioned it, Bobby had mentioned it. It was common knowledge amongst hunters that the [your name]’s had once stood in the way of Lucifer and had died, though most hunters thought the child died as well. 

She smirked, knowing that Dean was standing there, trying to figure out the real story in his head. He was confused, he was wondering why Bobby never told him or Sam of the girl. 

“Yeah, that’s the reaction I get a lot.” She tossed her gun on the bed and glided over to the standing closet. She pulled a pair of leggings off a hanger. “I was supposed to die that night. He thought he killed me, too. Poor Luci was too cocky to check his own work and I made it out of there alive. Not without a few scars, though. Bobby found me, patched me up, explained to me what I had just been through, and I asked him to train me, I wanted to find and hunt the devil down.” 

Realizing he was still holding his gun, Dean quickly put it back in the holster and crossed his arms, watching the beautiful creature in front of him pull on the pair of leggings carefully, doing her best not to show off her goods in the process. He turned his head, letting her have some privacy. “And then we locked him in the cage.” Dean stated, wanting to know more of the story.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice carried from down the stairs. 

“Up here! It’s okay, Sam. Just a girl. Get your ass up here!” Dean called down.

She raised an eyebrow. “Both Winchester’s in one place? Last I heard, you two parted ways.”

“Yeah. well, things change.” Dean uncrossed his arms and made room for his brother, who appeared at his side, gun put away. He was panting, as if he ran miles. 

“Who...”

“We’ll catch you up over coffee. Who wants some?” She glided over to the door, motioning for the brothers to part.

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Dean sipped on his black coffee, the warmth making his insides feel better after the scare from earlier. He was still concerned on why Bobby never told them about this girl, about how he adopted another child and trained her. Bobby didn’t like to train, he didn’t like kids. Then again, he did take in a young Sam and Dean.

She poured herself a second cup of coffee before sitting with her legs crossed on a foot stool by the fire that Sam had put on for everyone. “After you two caged Luci, I felt like I had no purpose anymore. I went to Bobby and asked if I could stay here, help him around the place and go on hunts with him, but he didn’t think I should put myself in danger anymore. He begged me to stop, but I couldn’t It’s who I was after that.” 

“I get that.” Dean commented, licking his lips and thinking back to all those times he tried to quit. For Lisa, for Ben, for Sam. Hell, it was the hardest thing to do.

“I had a big target on my back for a while, too. I turned my anger on the king of hell, Crowley. He was nothing compared to Lucifer, but he knew how to slip away.” 

“He does that.” Sam agreed. “But... Why are you here? Now? Why haven’t we ever seen you before?”

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “I’ve only ever actively gone to one other hunter before. His name was Rufus, and that was because Bobby told me they were best buds. Rufus helped me out with a few cases before he left me one night. After that and Bobby’s death, I just decided that it wasn’t any good to befriend a hunter.” She shrugged her shoulders. 

Again, Dean nodded his head in agreement with her. 

“I’ve always wanted to meet you two.” She sat her empty cup down and looked between both of them. “After seeing baby photos of the two of you around the house and all the stories. Bobby was so fond of you.”

Dean and Sam found themselves smiling at that thought. Dean always considered Bobby another father figure in his life. Probably more so than his own father. 

“I just... wanted something to be happy about this Christmas.” She sighed.

“Yeah...” Dean nodded. “Us too.”

“We have more to celebrate now.” Sam smiled. “There’s going to be four of us this year.” 

“Four?” She tilted her head.

“Castiel.” Sam jabbed his finger towards Dean. “Dean’s guardian.” 

“He ain’t no guardian.” Dean grumbled. “Just a friend.”

“Ohh.” She smirked. “The angel.”

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Dean claimed the couch over the next couple of nights, seeing as she had the bedroom, Sam opted in for Bobby’s room, and there were no other beds in the house--except for the one down in the panic room. He wasn’t too keen on staying in there. 

It wasn’t so bad having a girl around. Dean liked listening to her hum classic rock and Christmas songs as she did tasks and hung up Christmas decorations. He loved to watch her struggle to get something done--like putting dishes on the top shelf. It always gave him a chuckle because she was just too short but refused to let him help her. 

Things between him and Sam hadn’t been too great this year, but with the extra company between them, Dean was starting to feel the tension lift. It didn’t feel like a chore to speak to him anymore. He didn’t like when things were like that, he wanted a relationship with his brother. They were all each other has. 

“When is Castiel showing up?” She asked one evening as they were putting up the Christmas tree. 

“He shows up whenever.” Dean shrugged his shoulders and put one of the many fishing baits on the tree. “He’s on some top secret mission we weren’t allowed to talk about.” Dean said a little mockingly. 

She giggled. Dean loved the sound. It was like little bells ringing through the air, giving him goosebumps. 

She stood up on her tip toes and placed a tree shaped air freshener on one of the branches. “Next year, I want a real Christmas tree. Like, a real one. I want to smell the pine cones and sweep up the needles every day...” 

“It would be nice to have my own house to put a tree up in.” Dean sighed, not meaning to say that out loud. He didn’t dare let anyone know how badly he wanted a normal life, how bad he wanted a white picket fence and his very own bed. 

“Someone to cuddle by the fire and watch Christmas movies with...” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. 

Dean looked up at her from the floor, which he was sitting on to finish the lower branches. She was so cute standing there in an oversized flannel and tight jeans ripped at the knees. The tank top she wore underneath tight around her waist, showing off her curves. “You know, we have a fire.” 

“And no one to hold me. Who am I gonna ask? The angel?” She rolled her eyes.

Dean felt a tinge of jealousy at the thought of Cas holding her. “I volunteer.” He said teasingly, just incase she found it offensive. 

“Ah,” she smirked. “I should have known I’d get an offer from Dean Winchester. I’ve heard those stories.”

“Stories?” Dean was genuinely confused.

She sat down on the arm of one of the chairs and shrugged. “From other hunters, even some demons. How you pull women in, seduce them, keep them for a night, and throw them away like they are nothing to you.” 

“Hey,” Dean stood up, his face growing hot at the thought of her rejecting him. No, it wasn’t the rejection. He realized it was the way she thought about him. “First of all, I don’t throw girls away. I make sure they’re okay with something short term.”

“Oh?” She rolled her eyes up at the ceiling and sat back, exposing a little bit of her stomach as the flannel fell on either side of her. “Doesn’t matter. It’s not like we can have anything normal anyway. There’s too much moving around... I tried dating a hunter a few years back, after Bobby died. He comforted me, told me he’d keep me safe. He got too attached and wanted to quit, start a family.”

“Wish we could some times.” 

“Be nice.”

Dean watched her for a second. “You know, my offer still stands about the fire.”

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Happier

Only a month they’ve been apart. 

It had only been a month since you broke Dean Winchester’s heart for the very last time. He had seen it coming, but it didn’t it hurt any less than if he hadn’t. Matter of fact, he wished he hadn’t. The months leading up to it, he could tell you weren’t happy. You weren’t yourself, especially in those final days--and yet he kept turning his head, wishing for you to find it in yourself to stay. 

His heart ached still. Dean couldn’t think straight, he was at the bar almost every night, drowning himself in whiskey and rum. It didn’t mask the pain, only dimmed it until he could blackout and wake up in his own bed--sometimes the floor. 

Not tonight. 

Tonight, exactly one month since you packed your bags and left, Dean found you walking inside his bar with another man. Dean almost couldn’t believe his bloodshot eyes when he looked up and saw the scene: You in a tight black dress and a burnt orange sweater rolling down your shoulders on the arm of a small guy, a weakling compared to Dean. His business casual look short of looking out of place next to you, but then again, you looked completely different to Dean tonight. 

Dean made to jump out of his seat, not thinking of the situation before doing so, and had all intensions of whacking the guy in the nose, wanting nothing more than to make him bleed like the p*ssy he seemed. 

Something stopped him. This new guy, Mr. Business Casual with his sleeves rolled up on his button up, leaned down into your ear, saying something that caused the biggest smile Dean had ever seen you use. He didn’t think even he--with his witty jokes and crude humor--ever made you smile so hard. His stomach knotted up and his throat suddenly felt like he swallowed a huge rock. 

You looked so much happier as the two of you strutted away, falling into a booth on the other side of the bar to be alone. You leaned up and kissed his jaw, your hand resting upon his knee. You began to play with his messy curls as he continued to make you laugh with a story--or a joke. 

Maybe it was the whiskey or the pain, but Dean felt a tear slide down his cheek before he could stop himself. His lip quivered as he watched the love of his life in the arms of another man. His stomach flipped and his knees felt weak, shaky. 

It was all his fault. He knew all too well that he drove you away from the beginning of the relationship. You never wanted to be in the hunting scene, never wanted to be alone at night when Dean was gone on a case, you never asked to burn your siblings body after a case gone wrong, a case that Dean was supposed to solve before it came to that. 

If only Dean hadn’t continued hunting, you would still be in his arms, dancing the nights away in the home he built for the two of you, eating breakfast in the little nook you always wanted, and even mowing the grass. But Dean chose hunting over the relationship and it grew them apart, you became cold and bitter towards him, slowly waiting for your chance to leave. 

***

Dean kicked open the motel door and stepped inside, arms loaded with liquor he bought just down the street. He couldn’t stay at the bar, but he knew he needed the substance for sleep. 

He kicked the door closed again and set the bottles down carefully on the bed, trying his best to keep his act together for his brother, who was sprawled out on the opposite bed, deep into his computer. 

“You’re back early.” Sam commented without looking up. He was aware of Dean’s problem and he was also aware that there was no fixing it. He tried talking to Dean, but Dean wasn’t the kind of guy who would listen. 

Dean shoved a few of the bottles in the mini fridge before twisting one of the whiskey bottles open and chugging half of it. He smacked his lips and said, “figured I’d stay in for the night.”

“Good. I hate that you spend all night at the bar. We need to be getting back on the road.” Sam closed his laptop and placed it on his nightstand. He stretched and Dean swore he heard bones popping, making him feel even older than he already was. “And not to mention, I just had an interesting phone call.”

“Oh?” Dean picked the bottle up and drained the last half of the whiskey. He didn’t bother throwing it away, the garbage was too far, so he placed the empty bottle below the bed and opened a fresh one. 

Sam nodded. “She called.”

Dean froze, nearly choking on his drink. 

“Said she saw you leaving the bar. She wasn’t sure if you saw her, but she assumed that’s why you were gone so fast.” Sam raised an eyebrow. “You know it’s been a month, right? You said yourself that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Neither one of you were happy. You’re gonna find another girl and spend a weekend with her and you’ll be right back to your old self.”

Dean grumbled something inaudible and took a few large gulps of his drink, already seeing double of his brother as he sat on the bed. “Maybe I don’t want to be the old Dean anymore. She was my everything, Sammy.”

“I know.” Sam pushed himself off the bed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I never thought I would see my brother in love. And to someone who couldn’t even love him back.”

“She would have.” Dean’s voice lowered as his gaze shifted from his brother to an empty bottle from a few nights ago that still found a home in the floor. “If I didn’t hunt, if I had just said fuck it and built us that house, she was going to stay.”

“She wanted to change you.” Sam said casually. “Yeah, we all want to get out of the business. I was happy to while I was in college, but now, it’s a part of us. We have to save people, kill the things that harm them.”

“Sam,” Dean peeled his gaze back to his brother, having a little trouble focusing on him as he was still seeing two Sam’s. “if you found the right woman and she asked you to quit killing demons and vampires, you will say yes. You will drop me like a motherfucker and run off to Kansas or South Dakota--where ever she needs you.”

His brother went silent, unable to come up with an excuse as to why he wouldn’t go, because deep down, he knew he would. They both knew nothing else but hunting, but given the opportunity, they’d try to leave if it meant happier lives. 

But in the end, neither one of them could quit. It was their destiny. Even if they looked the other way, evil would still find them. 

“She sounds happy.” Sam broke the silence.

Dean sighed, setting the half empty bottle on the bed. “She looks happier.” 

“So... let her be happy, Dean. Doesn’t it make you feel better knowing she’s doing better?”

“Yes. And no.” Dean felt it again, that pain in his chest. He clenched his fists beside him on the bed. “You should have seen them, Sam. He said two words to her and her smile lit up the whole room. She never did that with me...”

“She did.” Sam nodded his head and leaned against the short kitchen counter of the motel room. “When the two of you first started out, she was happiest she could be. She’ll be that way with him for a while, maybe forever, but the point is that she’s moved on. You need to find a woman and move on, too.” 

A single tear fell down Dean’s cheek, burning like fire on the way down, landing on his closed fist. It was the last tear he ever cried for you. The pain remained, oh did it remain every day for years to come, yet he promised himself no more tears. He wanted to be happy for you, he wanted to move on, although it still took him some time. A girl like you was just too hard to get over to quickly. 

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It’s Always Been You | PART 1

Prompt: Your boyfriend has just left you and Daryl Dixon takes it on himself to comfort you.

Warnings:

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Five years of your life thrown away. That’s all you could think about in that moment, sitting on top of the wall, legs dangling off of the side. It all felt like one big lie, one big waste of time. You couldn’t help but feel the emotions overwhelm you on your shift, couldn’t help but think of what might’ve happened if you called things off the moment you felt something fishy going on.

Inside your chest, your heart physically hurt, or perhaps mentally, you couldn’t tell. It felt as if a hand were squeezing it tightly, threatening to never let go as you cried out for the pain to stop.

You were so caught up in your own mess that you didn’t hear the man join you up at the top of the wall, didn’t hear him as he slowly lowered himself beside you, crossbow in hand, always at the ready. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that you even knew his leg was so close to yours that you could feel the heat from his body.

“Daryl,” you breathed, raising a hand to cover your heart, barely turning to look at him. You couldn’t bare to see the concerning look on your best friend’s face at the moment. Couldn’t handle the ‘I told you so’ lecture that you knew would happen sooner or later.

“What happened?” He asked, though news probably already traveled around Hilltop, seeing as half of the group heard the argument.

“He cheated on me.” You blurted out, unable to keep the thoughts inside anymore. “I caught them in my bed, Daryl. She’s from that new group that came in last week, the one with the kid. I can’t believe how dumb I am.”

“No,” Daryl murmured. “Yer one of the smartest people I’ve known.”

“Not when it comes to men. You remember Ian, right?” You turn to face him, only to see that he’s watching the woods, waiting for something to show itself. “He ran away from us in the middle of the night. John just wasn’t stable enough to be in a relationship, and now Garrett is a cheater. I can’t even mention the men I was with before all this happened.”

Daryl was silent, letting you rant for a while. He was always your rock, the person you could go to with any of your problems, and he would listen to you, listen to anything and everything, until you were done. Even if he couldn’t fix it, you appreciated that he stayed, that he cared so much to let you vent.

When you were done talking, or perhaps just needed a moment to breathe, Daryl stood on his feet and offered his hand to you. “C’mon. We’re goin’ out there.”

Blankly, you stared at his hand, waiting for the punchline. Daryl hadn’t asked you to go beyond the gates with him in nearly a year, possibly more. “What?”

“Don’t make me ask again.”

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It felt like old times, running through the woods with Daryl. Memories came flooding back from the past, some good and some bad, but always ending alright. You nearly forgot all about your troubles after the first run in with a walker, the feeling of your pocket knife slicing through the head, it was refreshing.

“Do you remember going hunting together after leaving Hershel’s farm? The dead of winter.” You lean against a tree, catching your breath for a moment after taking out three walkers on your own. You were proud of yourself for still having it.

Daryl paused, looking over his shoulder at you. “Mhmm. First time you trusted me.”

“No, I think I trusted you before that.” You smile some, remembering the first time you saw Daryl--really saw him. “I think it was after I realized how much you cared for that little girl. You searched for her when nearly everyone gave up.”

He shrugged and looked ahead, moving forward with his crossbow aimed.

“The way you cared for Judith, holding her for the first time, you were so gentle.” You decide to follow him, watching his back as he watched over yours, the way it’s always been. “Yet you claim to not like kids.”

“Don’t want ‘em, there’s a difference.”

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Me sayin’ no has never stopped you before.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and continued, “why haven’t you ever settled down? At the very least, try to. You can’t tell me you haven’t been interested in a single woman in all these years.”

Daryl stopped short and turned around to face you, his face unreadable, as usual.

You stop, too, looking up at him with an eyebrow arched, curiously waiting on his response.

“Who would want me?” He growled.

“Who wouldn’t?” You relax your face and smile a little, reassuring him. “You’re sweet, caring, funny. I know times have been hard but you’ve always been there for me and Carol. You’re a great guy, Daryl.”

“Too old.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Been this long without someone, why start now?”

“Now is the perfect time to start. Come on, how long has it been?” You lower your gun and step closer to him, close enough that nothing could come between either of you. “What about that new girl? I’ve seen her give you the eyes.”

“No.” Daryl growled, his jaw set.

“Daryl...” you watch him turn around and begin to walk off, this conversation clearly over.

With a sigh, you drop it and follow him. Daryl wasn’t always the easiest to talk to, but you always felt bad that he never seemed interested in anybody. When you first joined Daryl and the others, you thought for sure that he and Carol would end up together...

It wasn’t long before Daryl took you back to Hilltop, his job of cheering you up done and just in time for the sun to begin to set. It brought you back to those nights holed up in a tent, nowhere to stay other than right under the stars, just looking for anywhere that would provide the safety the group needed.

Those memories swam around in your mind for the rest of the walk back to your small house, until you realized what happened earlier and came to a complete stop just in front of the door.

“You okay?” Daryl asked, standing directly behind you.

“I don’t want to go in there.” You murmur.

“I ain’t gotta bed... but my couch is pretty damn comfy.” He suggested.

You turn around to face him, a small smile spread across your cheeks. “I’m not going to take your bed from you.”

“I’ll live for a couple nights.” He shrugged. “C’mon, Dog’ll be happy you’re staying.”

Daryl held out his hand, leading you to the back lot, where his house stood almost completely alone, seeming even smaller than the other houses around.

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