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[plaidstiel-wormstache]

Turns of Fate

This one is for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k Challenge. I’m sorry it took me so bloody long, and I’m sorry you had to work the lyrics in. I wouldn’t be able to write creatively if I didn’t know you were there to help me. Thank you dearest Beta, you are heaven on earth to work with.

Quote: If you could go back and do it over again, would you? (in bold) Song: Little Wonders by Rob Thomas (in bold) Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, supernatural violence, mentions of family distress Word Count: 2,844 Author’s Note: Italics are flashbacks. Feedback makes the world go round, so help this little lady’s day by leaving a reply, reblogging with a gif or even a full blow comment! Let me know if you loved it or hated it. Please?

“If you could go back and do it all over again, would you?” It was such a simple question, and it had such a simple answer. Yes. But … I didn't like dying. I didn't like having to leave my boys and sister. I wanted to live the rest of my life with Dean Winchester. I wanted to one day call Sam my brother-in-law. I wanted to have little Winchesters and grow old. I wanted to die knowing that Dean wanted all that too.

I placed the opened beers in front of the boys and took my seat across the table from them. Dean picked up his and took a swig, the action so familiar that he barely paused his argument. “No, I'm offering myself and you can’t stop me.” Sam opened his mouth to protest, “Sam, I’m not letting you go through that. If someone's going face to face with a hound, it's gonna be me.” Dean finished, silencing Sam with the squeal of his chair legs across the concrete. Gripping his beer, he stalked out of the room. Sam picked up his and pretty much finished it in one large gulp.

“I gotta tell you guys something, and you’re not gonna like it.” I’d started, Dean’s shoulders visibly sagged and Sam took a step forwards, his eyes roaming over me, thinking it was something physically wrong. I gestured at the table in the war room and we all sat, the boys across from me. “You’ve got our attention.” Dean broke the silence making me look up from my hands, where I was studying the small scar along the back. “Years ago, before I met you two, something happened and…” I was there again, struggling to breathe in the family room of the hospital. My sister lying on a bed in a coma, no promise of ever coming out of it. She was all I had left and the Doctor’s were telling me there was nothing they could do, I had to pull the plug, “it was the kindest thing”. I shook my head, trying to clear the past from my mind. “Y/N?” Sam questioned, pulling me back to the present. I took a deep breath and continued. “I made a deal, and I’ve got a week left.” It took a moment, but their reactions were predictable: Dean flew off the handle, and Sam’s head collapsed into his hands. “You what?! Why wouldn’t you tell us before? We can get you out of this. You’re not dying for a stupid deal.” Dean had pulled out his phone and had started flicking through contacts. I struggled to keep my voice level, trying to remember why I decided to tell them finally. “It wasn’t a stupid deal, Dean. Don’t you think I knew what I was signing on for?” “Why?” Sam’s question was quiet and almost went unnoticed between the older Winchester’s raised voice and mine. “Why what?” Dean snapped at his younger brother while holding the phone to his ear, standing and pacing. “Why did you make the deal, YN?” He had asked. I gritted my teeth, my nostrils flaring as I took a steadying breath. “My parents and sister were in a car crash. They died immediately, but she managed to survive. And for a day it looked like she got away with a few broken bones. Then they discovered she had a bleed in her brain and…” I swallowed around the thick ball of emotions that seemed to have attached itself to my tonsils, wiping viciously at the tears that threatened to fall. “She slipped into a coma. They operated, but she never woke up. They were telling me to pull the plug. I had to get her back. I couldn’t lose her too.” I studied the scar on the back of my hand again, avoiding the heavy gaze of Sam Winchester, listening as Dean sprang into action. “Crowley, get your ass here now. The Bunker.” Dean demanded into the phone then hung up. “I’m the King of Hell, you can’t just order me about.” Crowley’s quiet voice was sarcastic and angry after suddenly appearing at the foot of the table. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Dean spat. “It can’t ever just be for a good time.” The king muttered, and Dean began to vibrate with anger. “Fine. I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t your business. I don’t kiss and tell.” He explained, winking at me, receiving a sneer in return. “You need to cancel the deal with Y/N.” Dean ground out between clenched teeth. “No can do.” Crowley sat down at the head of the table, pulling his overcoat out from underneath him, getting comfortable as Dean clearly became more agitated. “Why not?” Dean argued. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold, a business to run, and I’m owed a soul. I kept my part of the bargain.” Crowley was beginning to get bored; he was clearly over this visit already. “A soul? Any soul?” Sam asked, finally looking away from me to turn his attention to the demon. Both Dean and I cottoned on to his way of thinking quickly. “No, Sam, you’re not sacrificing yourself-” I started. “Doesn’t have to be YN’s soul?” Dean questioned, following Sam’s train of thought. “One soul to fulfill the deal.” Crowley said before vanishing. And with that, the debate had started.

They’d been trying to hash it out for hours. How did they get me out of my deal? Dean planned to sacrifice himself, and if I knew the boys at all, Sam would try and beat him to it. Well those boys needed each other. I'd lost my family years back and come to terms with my deal. There was no way I was going to stand by and let one of the brothers take the heat for me. They had each other--they needed each other. “Here.” I said, passing Sam my half empty beer as I stood up. He raised his eyebrows and I nodded, I didn't want to finish it. I couldn't. I watched as Sam finished it in two large gulps. “We’re not letting him do this, YNN, don't worry. Dean’s not going anywhere.” Sam misread my staring as concern, but I was simply waiting. Sam stood and I met him at the head of the table, hugging him tightly as he wrapped his arms around me. He began to sag, he was damned heavy, but I held up his weight. “Whass happenenn…” Sam slurred, his arms dropping from my back and hanging at his sides. “Easy there,” I whispered, helping him as his legs collapsed from under him. I tried my best to lay him down slowly and without hurting him. “YNN, wha haff you…” I rested his head on the concrete and shed my hoodie, bundling it and placing it under his heavy head. “It’ll be alright, Sammy. Dean’s not going anywhere.” I repeated his words back to him. I saw his brain working and then the realization, his eyes tried to go wide as his lids sagged and finally closed. He’d managed to grip my hand on his way down and it was still firm. I squeezed his hand and leant forward, kissing his forehead, before prying his fingers open and releasing myself.

...

“Dean?” I whispered into the dark room. “Yeah, YN?” Dean responded, I was surprised to find him still awake, but I hadn't really been sure of the amounts to give. How much would take down a Winchester? I’d given Sam the extra in my bottle, just because he was such a moose, but Dean… “Can I come in?” I asked, opening the door further to see him lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. “Of course, I wanted to talk to you.” He added while pushing himself up. He looked tired, maybe the drug was slowly taking hold. “Oh?” I moved into the room and sat on the end of the bed, opposite the man I secretly loved. “Yeah.” He swallowed thickly and tried to raise a hand but thought better of it and placed it back under his tipping weight. “I wanted to say I'm sorry.” He said, his words were coming out heavier than they usually did when he drank. It was definitely the drug, and I was kicking myself that it wouldn't just give us five more minutes. “Sorry for what?” Dean needed to stop being cryptic--our time was quickly running out. “Sorry that I’ve never told you…” Dean took a deep breath and held out his hand to me. I took it willingly, but before I could question him he pulled me toward him. I landed on his chest and we both tipped back, his head almost bouncing as it landed on the pillow, my own quite near his. “YNN…” Dean slurred, his eyes were staring at my lips, half hooded and not quite focused. I closed the distance and kissed him. Just a peck before I pulled back and looked at him. He was still for a moment, I began to think it wasn’t what he wanted at all, but then he leaned forward and his lips were on mine once again. Our mouths fitted together like they'd found home; I ran my tongue along his bottom lip and his crept out to meet mine. They twirled and teased for half a second before his grew heavy and turned into just a wet muscle intruding in my space. I pulled back and planted a kiss to his slowly closing mouth. He was out. “I love you, Dean Winchester.” I whispered close to his ear before pressing my lips against his once more. I pulled together all my strength and willed myself out Dean’s door. I grabbed my keys and tugged on my jacket as I climbed the steel steps to the main door of the bunker. I looked around the place I called home and patted the wall as I pushed the door open, knowing all of my regret would wash away somehow, and that the hardest part was over. But as that metal door locked shut behind me, I also knew that I could not forget the way I felt right now.

...

I stuck the keys in the ignition of the beat up buggy and stuttered it to life. The radio blared from the last time I had been driving, scaring the living daylights outta me. But as I turned it down, I caught the lyrics of a song long forgotten. The tune was so appropriate, I had to laugh. Our lives are made, in these small hours. These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate. Time falls away, but these small hours still remain. Very few hours, small or otherwise, remained for me. I drove the length of the dirt road to where it intersected the small farm lane. I pulled over to the side of the road and took the trowel from the trunk, tucking the small metal box under my arm. I dropped to my knees in the middle of the cross roads and pushed the spade into the dirt. “Don't dirty yourself, love.” Crowley growled above me. I looked up at the man in the black coat and put the box down, dropping the trowel and pushing myself to standing. “How'd you know?” I asked, making sure there was a safe distance between us. “Let's just say it was a slow night.” He winked, making me feel uneasy. I looked him over, sniffing once and then dusting my hands on my jeans. “I wanna change our deal.” I said. “Really? I thought this was a dinner date.” His tone dripped sarcasm and I had to take a deep breath to steady my anger. “Come on, darling. Begging isn’t attractive on you, and we both already know you have no hand to play.” “I want you to sic the hound on me.  Sooner rather than later.” There it was, out in the open. “And why would I do that?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, the padded shoulders of his coat raising level to his chin. I had thought on that question, and I had several arguments in place: we both knew it was a never ending battle if one of the boys took my place, we both knew the angels were invested in the Winchesters and they’d wage war again to get them out, and we both knew he wanted them alive and saving the world so he could keep making his deals. “Because if it goes down any other way, I’ll devote the rest of my life to destroying you. And you’ve seen me in action.” The King of Hell weighed that for a moment, his teeth grinding, his jaw muscles rippling under the scruff on his face. He snorted a chuckle and raised a hand, clicking his fingers.

...

The impala made the gravel crackle under its wheels as it came to a stop. The boys jumped out and began towards me before they saw my whole body jump with the force of something pounding at the closed factory doors at my back. “Is that the hound?” Sam called, quickly coming towards me to help hold it off until I held up a hand. Dean went for his gun, “I thought we had a week!” “Stop! It wants me.” I yelled to them. Truth be told I’d been waiting for them to track my phone and find me, holding off the hound to have one last goodbye. I wasn't ready to die without seeing them one more time. “What have you done?” Dean yelled over the growling. “Oh, you're just annoyed I beat you to it.” I joked back. In all honesty I was terrified, holding this demon dog at bay was tough enough, but it was worth it to know Dean and Sam would come out of this alive. “Y/N, why?” Sam groaned, his shoulders sagging where he'd frozen. “Cause you two need each other.” I gave Sam a sad smile, committing his eyes to memory, that friendly hazel would get me through years on the rack. Then I turned my attention to Dean, his look of anger became desperate as he read the resolution in my eyes. “Y/N, please…” “I love you both.” I had meant to call it out to them, make sure they heard it, but it came out as a cracked whisper. I took a step forward and turned around as the doors flung open. Even though she was terrifying and hideous, there was a certain beauty to this hellish beast. I held my arms wide and welcomed the promise of death. Her paws landed on my chest, pushing me to the ground hard enough to knock the breath from me. I clenched my teeth and moaned against the first claw, but I made sure not to scream. That, I was most proud of. My boys might have the memory of seeing it happen, but they wouldn't be haunted by my screams.

When you die it all goes black for a moment. Like you've clenched your eyes shut and then finally opened them. Time falls away and for a moment, all your troubles fall behind you. But when I opened them I was standing over my body, a brunette woman standing next to me. “I’m dead?” I asked. She nodded, looking toward the Winchester’s who were still standing at a distance. Though Sam seemed to be holding Dean back. I could see the hellhound backing off from my lifeless form, I could see Sam’s hesitation as he looked around. “What happened?” The woman asked, finally turning back to me. “What?” The question caught me by surprise. “Well…” she smiled, “I was expecting Dean.” She explained. “I made the deal.” I shrugged, watching as the two boys finally raced toward my body, Dean pulling me into his arms. I couldn't watch any more and turned my back to it. “Sorry.” The woman said, drawing my attention back to her. “For what? Being the delivery woman? I’m the one who made the deal. I know where I’m headed” “It ain’t gonna be much fun.” She seemed kind, consoling even. Truth be told, I didn’t mind, not when the boys were scratch free and still breathing. “Well… we best be going then.” She turned from my body and started towards the factory. As we reached the door she stopped me and turned to face me. “If you could go back and do it all over again, would you?” She asked, almost like it was a box she needed to tick. I glanced back at the scene behind me. “Yes. It was just the twists and turns of fate. And honestly, my life was full of little wonders.” I thought of Sam’s eyes, Dean’s smile, the taste of his lips...laughing with them between cases...walking my baby sister down the aisle and watching her marry a good man--flashes of my life that made the rest worth it. These small hours still remain.

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[rizlowwritessortof]

If We Don’t Make It...

@whispersandwhiskerburn - Angel, I made it!! :D 

This fic is for Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration - congratulations again, girl!

My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know...”

Here’s a little taste of the lyrics:

The broken locks were a warning You got inside my head Tried my best to be guarded I'm an open book instead I still see your reflection Inside my eyes That are looking for a purpose They’re still looking for life

Sometimes darkness can be so absolute.

You lie there for a second, listening. Then you try and shift your body, feel that everything is still there and mobile, not trapped under debris or broken or bleeding profusely. “Dean?” you whisper, then try to move. God, it hurts. All of it. You feel like a football team used you as a tackle dummy. “Dean?” you say a little louder, then force yourself to sit up, moaning softly. You hear a rustle nearby, and you freeze, not sure if it's him.

A clutch of panic freezes your lungs for a moment, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest. It couldn't be the wendigo, Dean shot that thing right in its gut, and you saw it burst into flames before it reared up, hitting the rotten timbers of the ceiling and sending them crashing down on you both. The opening you had entered through is now sealed off with tons of dirt and debris, but at the moment, you just want to find Dean.

A groan and the sound of movement shifts your attention directly to your left. “Dean! Are you okay?”

A quiet 'fuck!' reaches your ears, and then, “I'm fine. Are you hurt? Can you move?” You reach out a hand and collide with one of his, and he holds on firmly. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”

“I don't think so. I don't think anything serious. How about you? Damn it, I wish we had a light!”

“I... I think I might have a slight problem.” A flare of flame sears your retinas, leaving you momentarily blind before vision fades slowly back in the glow of his lighter. You inhale sharply at the sight before you, your hand flying to cover your mouth for a moment before speaking.

“Shit. Dean... shit.”

He lets out a laugh that’s half-moan. “Yeah. Kind of impaled myself here.”

“Dean… omg…” You squeeze your eyes shut tight for a second, internally yelling at yourself to stay calm, to act like everything’s going to be fine. It will. “Give me your lighter for a sec, let me see if I can find something to use for a torch.” He nods, swallowing hard against what you know must be overwhelming pain. You take the lighter, scanning around the room, trying not to gag at the remains of the wendigo’s past meals lying in random piles here and there. There are a few human-type touches here and there, probably from someone he… well, already ate. The creature had piled the belongings of his past kills in a corner, and you head there, digging through, hoping to find anything helpful.

A canteen, mostly full, sloshes as you shake it, and you put the strap over your shoulder, continuing your search. There are a couple of flashlights, and – hallelujah, a lantern! A backpack, heavy with its load, gets slung over your shoulder next, and you set the lantern up, lighting it before closing Dean’s lighter.

“Gotta say, I wouldn’t give this place four stars,” he jokes, his voice rough and strained.

“Oh, I don’t know – look at all these amenities,” you smile back, fighting like hell to keep the waver from your voice. You move quickly back towards him, setting the lantern down close by. “Let’s have a look at that, shall we?”

You brace yourself, digging through the backpack to hide your face, hide the struggle to control yourself. The first thing you pull out is a bottle of whiskey, and you close your eyes in gratitude. A first aid kit? Awesome! You keep digging, finding energy bars, a couple of bottles of water, aspirin, matches and several other little gifts that just might keep you sane and alive until you get out of here.

If you get out of here.

You finally take a deep breath and lift the lantern to look more closely at Dean’s injury. He has a piece of rebar protruding from his chest, a couple of inches below his collarbone on the left side. His face looks pale, but his skin doesn’t feel clammy and he’s not showing any other signs of shock. Yet. You hold up the whiskey bottle, twisting the top and breaking the seal. “Want a swig?”

“Oh, hell, yeah,” he rasps, and you slip a hand beneath his head, lifting it carefully and letting him use his good hand to help control the flow.

“So – anything else broken or busted up that I should know about?” you ask, trying to keep things light. It’s not easy, because right now you’re scared shitless. 

“I don’t think so. This’ll kinda take your mind off the bumps and bruises,” he manages to say, his teeth clenched together as a wave of pain hits.

“Just lay still. I’m gonna see if it’s possible to dig out of here.”

“One more belt of that whiskey before you leave?”

You settle back on your heels, putting your hand to his face, and your emotions almost win for a moment or two. “Of course. As much as you want.”

After you help him drink a few swallows more, you move to find a couple of pieces of broken beam, hauling them over to prop his legs up. Then you strip your jacket off, shaking your head at his protests.

“I’m gonna be warm, I’ll be digging. We need to keep you from going into shock. So just take it easy, cowboy. Let somebody take care of you for a change.” You tuck the jacket, still carrying the warmth of your body, around him carefully, then venture a look at his face. He’s looking up at you, and the expression there puts a lump in your throat. You bend to kiss his forehead, then stand abruptly and make your way over to the pile of debris that blocks your exit.

You begin to pull at the broken timbers, focusing on moving one thing at a time, determined not to let defeat weigh you down. One chunk of wood after another, and when you find a piece that’s small enough for you to manage as a shovel, you dig the dirt away as you work. The longer you work, the more angry you get. That creature, that murdering asshole is not going to win. You will not let Dean die down here.

It feels like it’s been hours. You’re exhausted, no idea what time it is, but if you don’t rest you’ll collapse. You drop your makeshift tool and make your way over to Dean. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, and you battle back the sob that tries to make its way from your throat.

“Slow. I need to rest for a bit.” He looks up at your, a glint of pride in his eyes.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just c’mere, get some sleep. We should probably conserve the lantern, anyway.” You nod, blinking back exhausted tears, and sit down at his right side before extinguishing the lantern. You feel his arm behind you, and you lay down, head on his shoulder, letting him hold you close in the inky blackness around you. You let your arm creep over his middle, resting on his belly, and hold him right back.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s disconcerting when you wake, your eyes finding nothing to focus on as you open them. It takes you a moment to get your bearings, to realize where you are and what woke you. Dean shivers, and you squeeze your eyes closed, a wave of fear washing through you. You have to get him out of here. You feel carefully around until your fingers land on the lantern. You click Dean’s lighter a couple of times to get it going, and light the lantern, then turn your eyes to Dean’s still-sleeping face. You lay the back of your hand gently against his cheek, then his forehead. He feels hot, feverish, and a clutch of panic twists in your belly.

You carry the lantern over closer to where you are working, trying not to let the desperation of the situation overwhelm you. You will get him out of here or die trying, you tell yourself, and start working.

You actually start seeing a faint light through some spaces in the cave-in, and hope blooms in your chest. You are re-energized, yanking timbers free and tossing them aside, digging at the dirt with your crude shovel, and you turn towards Dean with a smile. “Dean, I can see light!”

That’s when it happens. The earth rumbles and you scream angrily at the fresh load of debris crashing down, dirt crumbling in around your feet. The wreckage blocking your way is just as bad, if not worse, now, the corridor outside filling in even more, your hard work made pointless. “No!! Damn it, no!” You lose control, shouting obscenities as you claw into the obstruction, pulling pieces free and flinging them wildly, digging with your fingers until you are spent and fall to your knees, sobbing.

Dean’s voice calling your name brings you back, and you grit your teeth, making yourself stop. He needs you, and you have to get through this. You grab the lantern and make your way over to where he lays, dropping to your knees beside him. “I’m sorry, Dean, I’m so sorry. It was working. It was working, but it’s all closed off again, and I don’t know if I...”

“Stop. Y/N, just stop. It’s all right.” He reaches for your hand, and swears softly. “Jesus, sweetheart, look at your hands.” Your face crumples again, and he pulls at you with his good arm, urging you to come closer. You bury your face in his uninjured shoulder, sobbing quietly as he hugs you tight to his side, murmuring calming words, his lips in your hair. “Please don’t cry, sweetheart. Please. It’ll be okay.”

“How is it gonna be okay? The one time you need me to save you, for once – and I can’t do it. You’ve always given everything for me, for Sam. I just wanted...”

“Listen.” The command stops your rant, and you turn your face up to look at him. “You worked your ass off shifting all that shit. You did the best you could, sweetheart. As good as Sammy or I could have done. It’s not your fault there was another collapse, it was bound to happen. And Sam is out there looking for us, okay? He’s looking for us, and he won’t stop until he finds us. You know that.” He looks into your eyes in the dim light, searching. Then his fingers grip the back of your head and pull you close, his lips gentle as they cling to yours. “You’re my hero, you got that? My fucking hero.”

Another little sob escapes your lips, and then you kiss him back with everything you have in you. As you pull back a bit, the lamp flickers, then dies. Dean cradles your head against his shoulder and holds you there for a moment before he speaks again. 

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” You nod, your head nestled against his neck, and he hesitates for a few seconds before he continues. After a shaky breath, he speaks softly. “If we don't make it out of this, I need you to know...”

“Dean! Please don’t say that!”

“You said you’d listen.” You bite at your lips to stop the words from bursting out, then nod again. “You know how I feel about family. You’ve been family to me, and to Sam. But in case we don’t get out of here, you need to know, before it’s too late. You’re more than family to me. You’ve always been more. I just never had the guts to tell you. Sorry I waited so long.”

You prop yourself up beside him and put your hands on his face, bending to kiss him. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you whisper against his lips. You kiss each other breathless, and then he moves just a little, groaning with pain. You sit up, feeling around in the darkness for the bottle. “How about taking me out for a drink?”

“Never let it be said I don’t know how to show a girl a good time,” he retorts, his voice strained with pain, and you grab one of the flashlights so you can guide the bottle to his lips. You both take several slugs from the bottle before you put the top on and shut off the light. You lie down at his side again, letting his arm surround you, clinging to him as much as you can without causing him pain.

You wake slowly, your head pounding. You hear muffled shouts, thudding noises, and you sit up, your eyes wide, reaching for the flashlight. “Dean! Dean? Do you hear? Someone’s here!”

He stirs a little, clearing his throat. “Yeah. I hear it.” His voice is faint, and a sense of urgency forces you to your feet. You rush over to where the doorway used to be, shouting at the top of your lungs. “Sam? Sam, is that you? We’re in here! Dean’s hurt, but we’re okay, we’re alive!”

~~~~~~~~~~

You walk into the bunker, breathing deep of the scent, books and coffee, gun oil and men and comfort. “What?” Dean asks as he stops behind you.

“Nothing. Just good to be home.” You look over your shoulder at him, smiling. His eyes are warm, sparkling as he teases you.

“Wait till you see how good it is when you actually, you know, go in.” He grins as you stick out your tongue, then head down the stairs.

He fights you, but you insist on putting him to bed. He's still fighting the fever and infection, although it's a damn sight better than a couple of days ago. He strips down to his boxers, even with his arm in a sling, and actually lets you help him get into a pair of sweats, then hits the pillow with a sigh. You cover him up and bend to kiss him, standing to leave, but he grabs your wrist. “Aren't you getting in?”

“You – want me to stay? Here?”

He looks at you, scanning over your features for clues to what you're thinking. “You know what I said back there, in the mine?” You nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. “I meant it. It wasn't just the heat of the moment, or me thinking I was gonna die. I meant what I said. Did you?” His voice is soft, his eyes showing the faintest hint of fear as he asks.

“I meant every word, Dean.” You can see the tension slip away from him as you speak, and he smiles.

“Well, then, yeah. I want you to stay.” You feel a little bubbling surge of joy, and you return his smile with a big one of your own.

“Okay. But first I want a long, hot shower. The one the nurses let me use at the hospital was barely a trickle.”

“I told you to let Sam take you home.”

“And I told you I wasn't leaving you. I'm just dying for our wonderful water pressure so I can feel like I really cleaned all the stink of that place off my skin.” You squeeze his hand and pull away slowly. “I'll be right back.”

When you come back he's down for the count, breathing deep, his good arm flung out to his side as if he's waiting for you. You stare at him for a few quiet moments, fully aware of how close you were to losing him. Then you push that painful thought away and climb in beside him, tucking yourself in close to his side. He sighs, his arm folding you in even closer, and you smile. His voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks, his face nuzzling into your freshly blow-dried hair.

“If we don't make it out of this – it'll be the best fuckin' thing that ever happened to me.”

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#if we don't make it... #angel's2k #2ways2go #dean x reader #angst #fluff

[barbedwireandbubblegum]

Say You Won’t Let Go

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Genre: Angst, oops

Word Count: Little short of 2,500

TW: some swearing, canon violence, main trigger warning in tags due to spoilers please check there if needed

Summary: A promise is a promise, and Sam promises to not let go

A/N: This is for @whispersandwhiskerburn ‘s 2K challenge! The dialogue prompt is bolded below and the song I chose to go with it is James Arthur’s I Won’t Let Go. I hope you all like it!

Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, shining midday beams down into the clearing. The strong scent of the forest filtered through Sam’s lungs, cleansing him. Usually the simple moment was a quick fix to calm his nerves. Today, he was not so lucky. The sun caught in his eyes, exposing his nerves to the man beside him. The give of the earth beneath his feet grounded Sam, reminding him that this was real. He never gave much thought to if this day would come, and when it finally did he couldn’t help but be taken over by the swell of emotions that hit him. The overbearing pull to drag him under.

 He could feel Dean beside him, standing as a pillar of support, but the knowledge of his presence felt almost dreamlike. He could sense him, feel his eyes watching him, but he felt untethered. Felt as if he was being pulled in all directions, his heart yearning to run but his feet stuck. He was both present and lost to the world. 

His eyes locked onto you, shroud in white before him. The sight brought fresh tears to his eyes, memories quickly flooding to the surface, pooling in a mass of forgotten words and lingering glances. He could feel the softness of your skin, hear the lilt of your voice. The memories felt like gauze, meshy and delicate pieces of a life he cherished. Precious moment clipped through his mind in a rapid pace.

“Do you remember the first hunt?” He asked out loud, not sure who he was attempting to speak to.

“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was low, a soft response pushing through the cobwebs Sam found himself stuck in. “It was the vamp hunt out in Tennessee, right?” 

Sam could picture that night as if it were yesterday.

“Yeah,” his voice was thick, emotions conflicting within him. “She came ripping into that room… those vamps didn’t know what hit them.” Pride sparked in his check at the words.

A flickering memory roared into view. He could see you, the worn wooden handle of a machete clutched in your fist, knuckles white with your grip. Your chest heaved with thick, heavy breaths, adrenaline coursing through you. The fight was barely over. Your y/e/c eyes burned in the low light of the basement, a smirk playing on your lips. You had swung into the fight as two vampires had rounded on Sam, the glint of your weapon startling him as he noticed their presence.

“Sam Winchester,” you had laughed, stress rolling off your blood splattered shoulders, “I didn’t expect to find you here.”

You extended your hand, black ink wrapping around your wrist in a such a way that Sam knew too well, his heart jumping beneath his own.

“Do I know you?” His eyes locked with yours, ignoring the extended greeting. He watched the hurt skirt across your face as you pulled your arm back, the look sending a coil of regret to pang through him. He cursed himself for the response, questioning the emotions he felt churning. 

“Right, sorry.” Your previously friendly cadence was quickly replaced with stoic professionalism. A wall was thrown up, and Sam found himself banging against it, wishing for the bright warrior from moments ago. “I’m not as renowned as you Winchesters.”

You ran scarred fingers through your hair, the motion more difficult than usual due to the sweat, blood, and gore that had lodged itself atop your scalp. Quickly, you regretted the action. 

“Name’s y/n.” A small smile broke across your face as you made eye contact with the tall man before you. The small gesture wearing down his last bit of resolve. Sam had never admitted it, never told a soul about the emotions that flooded him that night you met him in the dark, but in that moment, he knew he was done for. He could never let go.

“She was a badass from the start,” Dean laughed, pulling Sam out of his head. The sound was forced, cut short in the still air.

“I love her man.” A burning lump choked Sam’s words, distorting the sounds as they left his mouth. “I need her.”

The silence around them was suffocating, stirring anxiety and fear in the stillness. It was too much, too much everything, and Sam could feel it all weighing down upon him. His mind was rioting, stirring up things he didn’t want to see, didn’t want to witness again. The voices in his head ricocheted and echoed, amplifying to the point of physical pain.

To Sam, you were everything. You were light in a dark world. He knew you came from the same dark places he had been, but you carried yourself as if you were untarnished by it. He was in awe of it. What he didn’t know was you were just better at hiding the rot.

You had gotten into the life like many others, a terrible night that ripped the blinders from your eyes and normalcy from your veins. Your family had been attacked by a group of werewolves while camping, leaving you alone, young, and wounded in a backwoods campsite in Maine. The mental scars were manifested physically by a thick cord of scar tissue that wrapped down your torso, a permanent reminder each night in the bathroom mirror of your shortcomings.

When you had caught wind of victims piling up in Maine, chest cavities vacant of an essential organ, you knew you had to go. Sam had found you in a flurry. You were a tornado, whipping around the room with force, throwing flannel and silver haphazardly into a duffle bag.

 “Hey, whoa!” He reached for you, the skin of your arm barely in his grasp before you pulled free, paying no mind to his attempt as you continued with your whirlwind movements.

 “Baby, slow down, what are you doing?” Panic was creeping into his voice, his words pulling together, trying to get anything out of you.

 “I have to go.” Another flannel flew into the bag, a balled up pair of leggings quick to follow.

 “Go? Go where?”

 “Back to Maine.”

“Maine? What th- hey!” He reached for your wrist again, catching the inked flesh mid motion. “What are you talking about?” Your eyes were skirting the room, panic barely hidden beneath their bright surface. “Baby, talk to me.”

A deep breath pulled through you, collecting your thoughts before speaking. “The werewolves,” you started, the anxiety of the whole ordeal catching up to you, “the werewolves that got my family, I think they’re back.”

“What- how do you know?” He ran his hands down your arm, trying to soothe the panic he could see building.

“Victims, four of them popping up right around where it happened before. Their hearts are missing, Sam! It has to be them!” Tears began pooling in your eyes, welling up on the cusp of falling.

He let go of you, searching within his closet, for what you didn’t know. He pushed aside copious flannel, all hanging erratically from plastic hangers.

“Sam, what are you looking for?” Your words fell on deaf ears and he stooped lower into the closet. He returned to the bed, his go bag in hand. Looming over you, he locked eyes with yours.

“I’m coming with you.” His tone was final, but you were too stubborn too give in. 

“No you’re not. I can’t go losing anyone else to them!” The panic was coming back, a shrill note edging its way into your voice. “It’s my fight! It’s my fault.”

“What are you talking about? You were just a kid, y/n/n.” He kept his voice even, not wanting to push you closer to the brink you were teetering upon.

“I should have known better.”

“About what? Werewolves, how does that make any sense?”

“I just should have, okay! Then everything would be fine, it’d be normal!” You weren’t making any sense, your thoughts were a cataclysmic ball of anxious energy waiting to snap inside you. Logically you knew you weren’t being fair, but the need to get out and get to Maine overrode any logical thought in your mind. “Just let me go, Sam! This is my baggage to deal with!” 

Sam could feel the tension inside of him boiling, pushing to the top and daring him to say something he’d regret. He knew the taste of vengeance, had let it get the best of him many a time, and could see that flame in you. Reaching for you once more, he tried to still your movement, keep you from self-destructing before him.

“Hey, hey, hey, just slow down. Okay. This is not your fault. I don’t care about your damn baggage. I just want you. . I just want you safe, and happy, and if getting you out to Maine to stop these werewolves will do that, then so be it, but, fuck, y/n, I’m not letting you go out there alone!” His hazel eyes searched for your wandering ones, praying to get his words to hit home. “I can’t lose you either. Okay?”

You looked up at him, no longer able to keep your composure. Tears were streaming down your face, sticky in the humid air of the room. The sudden onslaught of suppressed pain was too much. You curled into Sam, breathing him in and tethering yourself to his presence, afraid you’d get swept away. “Just say you won’t let go,” you whispered into his tee-shirt. 

“I won’t, I promise.”

The memory of those words sent a hollow ache through his chest. If he had known that this was how it would turn out, would he have let you go? Would you even have let him make that decision? Your steadfast stubbornness was hard to break, and even now he knew that it would have been impossible to stop you from going to Maine. That dark desire for the blood of those monsters was something you had festered on for too long to just let it go.

You three had been able to track down the pack fast enough, Dean coming along after hearing the severity of the hunt. Each victim had been mauled around a central point of the Katahdin woods, a mountainous wilderness near the top of Maine. A day’s hike into the woods had led you close to where you believed the pack was nesting. A quick campsite was erected and shifts were distributed amongst the hunters to be on the lookout for anything suspicious.

Sam woke in the middle of the night to bloodcurdling screams coming from outside his tent. He ripped through the door, not caring if the tent was destroyed with his actions. He knew who had screamed. He prayed he was wrong.

Tearing through the woods he bellowed your name, his voice echoing around him. The distant sound of boots snapping twigs behind him alerted him to the fact Dean had woken to the commotion.

“Y/N!” He yelled again, pausing to hear any response in return. Moving deeper into the woods, sweeping a large circle around the campsite, he knew you couldn’t be too far.

“Sam?” Your voice was weak, but close by. He moved further, close towards where he thought you may be.

A large tree grew before him, shrouded in the utter darkness of the night. Squinting he saw the hunched form of what he thought could only be you leaning against the tree. As a neared he felt ice fill his chest, tendrils of terror looping through his veins that launched him closer to you.

“Baby,” he whispered, cradling your face in his calloused hands, “baby, what happened?” He couldn’t see well, but he knew that the spreading dark stain in the dirt was not water.

“I-” your voice caught in your throat, “I got ‘em.” Your teeth were dark, equally dark liquid pooling around your lips.

“Dean!” He shouted, “Get over here!” The distant sound of boots on forest floor registered somewhere in his mind, but his attention quickly turned back to you.

“I’m so proud of you, baby, but what happened to you.” His fingers prodded you, looking for where the blood was coming from. Your hand enclosed around his, guiding it to the open wound across your torso, a matching tear to the healed one you loathed at night. Tears welled in his eyes as he made quick work of patching the wound.

 “They got me, Sammy, bu-but it’s ‘kay. I go’ ‘em.” Your words were slurring, blood bubbling around your lips. Sam felt Dean kneel beside him, hands hovering over y/n, trying to help in anyway he could.

“Hey, princess,” he whispered, “I thought I told you that we didn’t want you looking like the Bride of Frankenstein.” His voice was thick, emotions running high amongst the hunters.

“Shu’ up, Dean, she’s hot and you kno-know it.” The boys laughed, but Sam knew this was it. He could see the blue taking over your face in the pale moonlight. He could hear your voice fading. They were a four hour hike back to the Impala and stuck somewhere in the Hundred Mile Wilderness, a complete dead zone.

Sam sunk down, pulling you closer to his chest. His lips fell towards the shell of your ear, hoping you could hear him. 

“I love you so much, y/n. Look at you, look how far you’ve come.” 

“I go’ ‘em.”

“I know baby, I know you did. Just hold on, okay. Just hold on to me.” His chest burned, the pain blooming throughout him was unbearable.

“I lo’e you too, Sammy. Prom’se me.”

“Promise what.”

“You’know.”

Sam took in a shaky breath, the words you wanted hurting his heart too much to say. “I won’t let go, y/n/n. I promise.”

The weight of Dean’s hand on his shoulder tore him from the memory, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. The flames were getting high now, almost reaching the tree line. He walked closer the structure, face wet with pain. He never thought this day would come, even in their line of work he had thought that you two would beat the odds. He wanted to grow old with you, watch your hair turn gray and dance in your quaint house’s kitchen. You didn’t deserve this, you didn’t deserve to be burning on a pyre before your skin could wrinkle. Anger and pain and a bitter numbness swirled inside him as he watched the smoke curl towards the sky.

“I won’t let go, y/n. I won’t.” He whispered into the air, his words disappearing with the smoke.

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Home: Chapter 8

A/n-Last part of my 8-part series for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge. I had so much fun writing this! This part is set a few years ahead of where the rest of the fic was. That being said, I’m super sorry for this last part. I really am. Please don’t hate me.

Word count: 1,466

Warnings: Character death and angst. So much angst… fluff in the beginning

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Chapter 8

Dean stopped hunting as much after you had professed your love for each other, and taught you how to protect yourself. Sammy taught you about the lore, and how to figure out what kind of monster they were hunting. You rarely went on hunts with them; mostly you stayed at the bunker on research duty. You didn’t mind though. After 10 years of being alone, it was nice to have the place to yourself every now and then. You cleaned and jammed out to your favorite music in your t-shirt and underwear, you drank and reorganized things. You cataloged archives of information from the library which made research a thousand times easier. The three of you had this flow, and it was perfect. Your relationship with Dean was spectacular. You hardly ever fought, and the sex was phenomenal. But it always felt like something was lacking. You could never put your finger on it. It wasn’t like you were unhappy; this was the happiest you had been since you lost your family. It was almost as if something was missing but you weren’t sure what.

Until you sat on the bathroom floor staring at those two pink lines. You understood what you had been missing these last couple years. You wanted a family of your own. And now you were going to have it.

When you told Dean, he was over the moon. You had talked briefly about having kids in the past, but never really hammered out whether you wanted them or not. You weren’t sure where he stood. Knowing that he was as happy about this as you were was only furthering your elated mood.

The months passed by, and soon, you were bringing home your little boy from the hospital. John James Winchester, JJ for short. He was named for both your fathers, you couldn’t be happier. You had the perfect little family, and nothing could possibly make it better. Except the surprise twin girls you brought home 3 years later.

Mary Jessica, and Amelia Harper. The two most beautiful little bundles you had ever seen. They were identical twins though, so distinguishing them has hard for all of you sometimes. Especially for a 3 year old JJ. He often brought you all to tears from laughter trying to talk to his little sisters.

Dean eventually stopped hunting altogether, after an especially close call with a rougarou. He and Sam almost left you alone with the kids, permanently. So after a discussion between the three of you, Sam decided he would only be taking local hunts, and Dean would stop hunting. He could do research, but no more field duty. You agreed staying in the bunker was best though, considering Dean and Sam were still celebrities in the monster world.

As the years passed, your love for Dean and your little family only grew. As did his and your children’s for you. But there was sometimes this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, like something wasn’t quite right; you would just push it aside and continue on with your happy, perfect little life.

One day, when you came home from running errands and dropping the kids off at school, the bunker was covered in flowers. Literally almost every surface had flowers on it. And the ones without flowers were covered in candles. There was a clear path, lined by more flowers of course, leading to your shared bedroom with Dean. As you rounded the corner, you heard your song.

Love don’t run

And love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Tears pricked and stung your eyes already. This was one of the most romantic things Dean has ever done! I wonder what this is all about… You gently pushed open the bedroom door to find Dean kneeling on one knee.

“Y/N Y/M/N, I know it’s like we’re already married, with the kids and the home, but I’ve been a fool. I love you with all my heart and soul. I love everything about you; your y/c/h hair and the way it blows in the breeze, your y/c/e and the way they sparkle when you look at me and the kids, I love your amazing body for providing me with three amazing children, I love your brain that can honestly rival Sammy’s in smarts, I love your personality and loving soul for the way you just keep giving and giving, I love everything that is you, Y/N. So will you please be mine, and be Mrs. Winchester, so I can love one more thing about you?”

“Yes you idiot of course!” You threw yourself into his arms as you kissed each other over and over again.

“You know, I was expecting a yes, but I was expecting more of an ‘about time’ yes,” he chuckled.

“You could have just thrown a ring at me and said ‘There. Now we’re married.’ and I still would have reacted this way! I love you Dean Winchester, and this has officially made me the happiest I’ll ever be.”

“Well Sam is picking the kids up today and taking them to visit Jody for the weekend, so you and I have this place all to ourselves,” he said to you with a wink.

“Why, Mr. Winchester! You should be ashamed of yourself! Implying that a girl should sleep with you before she’s married?” You tried to feign irritation, but you couldn’t keep the humor out of your voice. You gave him a playful swat as you ran out of the bedroom.

You expected him to chase you, but he didn’t. And that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach had returned, but it was so much worse this time. It was almost painful.

“Dean?” you called out for him. When there was no answer, you began to panic. You ran back into the bedroom, but it was no longer lit with candles and covered in flowers. It was dark and covered in dust and cobwebs.

“What the hell…” This had to be some kind of trick. You pulled out your phone to call Sam.

“Hello?”

“Sam, it’s me. I’m at the bunker, and something weird is going on…I can’t find Dean and I’m scared…”

“I’m sorry…who is this and what are you doing in our home? I don’t know this number, and my brother is with me…”

“What? That’s impossible. He was just with me. He just proposed! And you are picking the kids up from school to go visit Jody for the weekend so we could have some alone time…”

Sam laughed. “Okay now I know this is a prank. Dean doesn’t have kids. And furthermore, he would never get married. So I’m hanging up now. Whoever or whatever you are, goodbye.”

Click.

Your whole world just shattered. You screamed out in frustration. Just then there was a sharp pain in your neck. Shortly after, a dull throb started throughout your whole body. You were so tired. You needed to lie down…

You managed to make it to the dusty and dirty old bed before you collapsed, but it no longer felt like a bed. It didn’t feel like anything, just coldness. And there was a terrible ache in your shoulders.

You closed your eyes as you heard a voice off in the distance, but you couldn’t make it out. It was like being underwater. And then, there was nothing…

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“This isn’t our fault Dean. The damn things were smart. They knew we were coming. I know it sucks, but we did everything we could.”

Sam always had a point when we had cases end like this. It was always the same ‘you can’t save everyone’ speech. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty. I mean, this poor girl had no family left, but still. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t worth a damn in this world. She was still a human, an innocent.

“I know Sammy. It doesn’t make this part of the job any less shitty though.”

Sam looked at me with sympathy. “I know man. But this doesn’t happen often, because we’re good at what we do; but we’ll never be perfect. No one is ever perfect.”

“Yeah. Let’s just burn the bodies and get out of here. I need a drink.”

“Why don’t you go wait in Baby. I’ll take care of stuff in here. I know you really wanted to save her, especially since she was so helpful at the library.”

I chanced a glance at her dead body. “I just hope she had decent dreams Sammy.”

“I’m sure she did. You know they always are.”

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#Angel's2k #2ways2go #Dean Winchester x reader #spn fanfic #Home series

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Home: Chapter 1

A/N: this is the first chapter of my fic for the wonderful Angel over at @whispersandwhiskerburn for her 2k follower celebration! This whole thing got a little out of hand, so I broke it up into 7 parts. Each one is less than 2k words, that way no one gets overwhelmed trying to read it all at once. I will try to upload at least 2 a week. If anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know! Feedback is very welcome and much appreciated! Enjoy my lovelies!

This whole storyline is beta’d by my amazing best friend, Tori. She didn’t want me to share her tumblr info though, so I’m respecting those wishes.

My song was Love Don’t Run by Steve Holy (italicized in the fic, but it doesn’t show up until chapter 2)

My original quote (created by Angel) was “I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?” (bolded in the fic, but it doesn’t make an appearance until later)

Blanket warnings for entire series: FLUFF, angst, implied smut, canon-typical violence, cursing, drinking, implied thoughts of drunk driving (don’t ever do it in reality, it’s never worth the cost), reader panic attacks (only one is non resolved)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 1,530

Summary: The brothers rescues you from a group of Djinn.

Author: @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes

Italics are internal thoughts.

Chapter 1

“Dean I’m telling you, this is a Djinn!”

“Sammy this whole town reeks of rotten eggs. You can’t tell me it’s not demons.”

Sam is smart, but sometimes he could be a know-it-all pain in Dean’s ass. Especially when Dean was in the process of finding another pretty lady to warm his bed.

Sam and Dean had been going back and forth for two hours now about what kind of monster was taking people and killing them. In Dean’s defense, there hadn’t been any blue handprints on any of the victims so far. They were just drained of blood. But no bite marks, so they had ruled out vamps. The only other thing that made sense to Dean was demons using humans as sacrifices. Or just some crazy cult people. But that was unlikely.

“Dammit Dean! There is a Sulphur mine in between this town and the next!”

“Oh. Well why didn’t you say so two hours ago then?!”

Sam shook his head at his brother’s antics. He loved his brother to death, but sometimes he was a huge pain in the ass. “I did Dean. But clearly you were too busy trying to get the bartender’s number, that you didn’t hear me.”

Dean gave Sam his best bitch face, and simply said “Well then let’s get going. If this is a Djinn, these people don’t have much time left.”

12 hours later-Dean’s POV

After killing the 3 Djinn in the abandoned warehouse, Sam set off on the task of burning the monsters while Dean called in the locals to take care of these poor people. He went to each victim, checking for signs of life, knowing full well that they had lost way to much blood to wake up anytime soon. When he got to the last girl, after checking the other vics, he couldn’t help but stare. She was so beautiful. Breathtaking, really. With her long curly (y/c/h), and the little lines beside her mouth and eyes, the ones that tell him she laughs a lot. I wonder what her laugh sounds like? Dammit, no Dean. Now is not the time. Get her to safety, fantasize later! Just as he was finishing his thought, she started to stir. Suddenly, her (y/c/e) eyes shot open and her mouth let out a terrified screech at the man standing over her.

“Whoa whoa sweetheart, it’s okay! I’m not here to hurt you, the monsters are gone. My brother, Sammy, and I, we killed them. You’re safe now, I promise.”

As she continued panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her into his lap and held her as tightly as he dared. Soon, her breathing began to slow and the sobs stopped coming.

Y/N’s POV

“W-Who are you?” You asked him. You were finally able to breathe at a somewhat normal rate and looked up into his piercing green eyes. If you hadn’t been in such a worked up state, you probably would’ve found him extremely attractive. Not that he’s unattractive…no, now is not the time Y/N. As if this strange man knew you, he brushed the tears away from your face.

“My name is Dean Winchester. You can trust me sweetheart, I promise.”

And in that moment, you felt like you could truly trust this man. You weren’t sure why, you didn’t trust anyone. This is why you were on your own and an easy target for your kidnappers.

“Do you know what day today is?” he asked you.

“I…I’m not sure…I was in and out so often, and it was always so bright in here with the floodlights on…I don’t know how long I’ve been gone. I was leaving the library late Wednesday night w-when they…” You started to choke up again, silently cursing yourself for not being able to pull your shit together long enough to figure out what had happened. Come on Y/N. Pull yourself together.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now. They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore princess.”

A statement like that should have made you run for the hills. Who says that to someone they just met? But you stayed put, wrapped up in his large arms. You noticed, for the first time since he pulled you to him, just how fit and large this man, Dean, really is. And it only made you feel safer. While you were in your own little world, staring at this man’s body, you failed to hear him talking to you. Finally, as he moved his hand to turn your head towards his, you snapped out of it with a “hmmm?”

“I was asking you what your name is,” he said with a little grin. “And if you have a home we could take you to, to get cleaned up before we take you to the hospital.”

At the mention of the word hospital you could physically feel what blood you had left leaving your face. You hated hospitals. Of course, Dean didn’t know that. Or why you despised them so. He didn’t know you had lost your whole family, all in the same week. Or that a drunk driver had taken them all from you. First your mother, who died during surgery as the doctors tried to save her, but there was too much bleeding. Then it was your father, who survived the surgery, only to have a stroke a mere 3 hours later. Lastly, it was your brother. Your little brother, who you loved so much…he fought so hard. He was even awake for a whole day before the seizures started. Something about the pressure on his brain, you weren’t sure; the nurses spoke with a lot of big words. The doctors tried to fix it, but he had an aneurysm none of you knew about. You had come so close to being able to continue on with him, but he was ripped away from you too. His death hit you the hardest of them all. And you still, almost 10 years later, feel guilty for having walked away with only a broken arm and a few stitches here and there.

“Please! Please no hospitals! I’m okay…I-I’ll be just fine. Just please no hospitals.” You knew he heard the panic in your voice, and saw the fear on your face.

“Okay princess. No hospitals. I’m not a fan of ‘em either,” he told you as he winked. That made you feel a little better. “Can we at least take you home? You’re in no condition to walk anywhere like this…”

You told Dean your name, and agreed to let him take you home, and make sure everything was alright there before leaving you. Not that you really wanted this handsome, green-eyed man to leave you at all, but you would be fine. You’ve always been fine on your own. You felt yourself go stiff again as a door opened somewhere behind you, silently willing yourself not to have another panic attack.

“Sam, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my little brother, Sam.” You exchanged a small smile with the giant moose of a man standing across from you. Dean leaned closer to your face and quietly whispered, “but I call him Sammy. He hates it!” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat. And truthfully, it felt good to be able to laugh in the face of everything that had just happened. Sam proceeds to tell Dean that the Djinn are taken care of, and that we should head out before the locals arrive. Less than 5 minutes later, the three of you are driving down the road towards your home. On the way there, you managed to tell the brothers that you lost your family years ago, and how it’s just you now. They were sympathetic, telling you they only had each other now as well.

As Dean pulls the beautiful classic car of his into your driveway, you can feel the fear start to creep up. You try to shake it off, but with no avail. Dean senses your insecurity, and silently moves closer to you, putting his arm around your waist to support you. He takes the key from your shaking hand and unlocks the front door while Sam keeps an eye out for anything suspicious around your house.

Dean opens the door slowly, and you peer around him to see an absolute shit show. The place has been trashed. Couches ripped up, pictures and mirrors smashed, walls have gaping holes in them, and the kitchen sink is gushing water like a geyser. You can feel the tears prick your eyes and know that there’s no stopping them this time. Dean grabs you by the shoulders and turns you into his chest, petting your hair as he lets you sob. The last few things you had from your family, this house, the pictures….they’re destroyed. Gone in an instant. You lose control of your breathing, and as your vision goes black, you pass out in Dean’s arms from hyperventilation.

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Home: Chapter 6

A/n- Chapter 6/8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge.

Word Count: 631

Warnings: Angst and swearing. This is not a fluffy chapter.

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Chapter 6

Y/N’s POV

Once you had finally finished crying, you got up and wiped your tears. “I need to go find Dean, and tell him how I feel. I owe him the truth, and I’m tired of hiding from him. I need him to know. Will you help me find him?”

“Of course I will Y/N.”

The two of you looked all over the bunker, but couldn’t find Dean anywhere. Finally Sam had the bright idea to check the garage, where you discovered the Impala was missing. “I guess he changed his mind after all…I guess he really didn’t want to wait…” You trailed off as you started sobbing again, this time out of pain instead of nervousness. You knew it was too good to be true. Sam tried to stop you from running to your room, but using your small stature to your advantage, you maneuvered out of his grasp and made a beeline for your room, locking the door behind you. You threw yourself down on the bed, hoping that maybe you would cry so much you would just sleep and not dream. You didn’t want to see Dean tonight, no matter how much he helped you sleep. After a few hours, your plan began to work. You eventually fell asleep, with no signs of dreams on the horizon.

Dean’s POV

I came down the steps and into the bunker, where I was very promptly met by Sam, talking about something. But I wasn’t listening. I wasn’t drunk enough for a conversation with my brother, or with you for that matter. I didn’t care what the lady-thief had to say.

“I don’t wanna hear it Sammy. I just wanna sleep. Goodnight.”

“Dude! You do realize you broke her heart earlier, right?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous, ass-backwards statement that just left Sammy’s mouth. “I broke her heart? That’s hilarious. Considering she was all wrapped up in you just a few hours ago!” I practically spit the last part at my brother.

Sam’s eyes got extremely wide. “Oh my god, Dean, she was telling me why she was so scared of falling in love with your dumb ass! How could you be so stupid? She lost everyone she’s ever cared about, and can’t bring herself to fall in love, because she’s terrified of losing them, terrified of losing YOU. She thinks she’s broken Dean. That you deserve better than her because of that. And now she’s locked herself in her bedroom, and has been crying since we figured out you left. She thought you changed your mind, and didn’t want her at all. So dammit Dean, go fix this! NOW!”

I felt all the color leave my face as I took off towards your room. As I got closer, I could hear you screaming. Running full sprint, I reached your door only to find that it was locked. “Son of a bitch! Y/N? Y/N! Fuck. Wake up sweetheart. Wake up and open the door!” After your screams became more urgent, I threw my shoulder into the door, not caring if I broke it. I could fix it or just buy a new one. Two more hits and I knocked it off its hinges, splintering it to pieces in the process. I ran over to you, shaking you, talking to you, gently patting your cheek, but you wouldn’t open your eyes. Your screams weren’t as loud or frequent now that I was holding you, but you still wouldn’t wake up. “SAMMY GET IN HERE NOW!” Not even me screaming for Sam was enough to stir you.

Sam came running in. “Wha-“

I could hear the panic and fear in my voice as I spoke. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with her! She won’t wake up! Sam…she won’t wake up!”

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Home: Chapter 4

A/n- This is chapter 4 of 8 of my entry for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k follower challenge! I hope you guys like it so far. Next part will be posted in a few days. Let me know if anyone would like to be added to the tag list!

Word count: 1,963

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it really. Just ooey gooey, cheesy fluff.

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Chapter 4

One Week Later (Y/N’s POV)

After the first few nights of restless sleep and endless nightmares of your family dying and being taken by the Djinn, Dean had just started sleeping with you. It started off as him lying with you until you fell asleep, but he had quickly gathered that the nightmares would still come if he didn’t stay. You room was next door to his, and with him being such a light sleeper, he could hear you crying out in your sleep. He would rush in, hunter instincts on red alert, only to find you helplessly tangled in your bed sheets with tears streaming down your face. You never wanted to talk about the nightmares, as if talking would make them more of a reality than they already were, and he understood. He had them too. Only now, they involved you. You leaving him like everyone does, you dying in some horrifically graphic way, you turning up missing when they came home from a hunt… It was almost unbearable. So he just stayed with you in your bed every

night. And you kept his nightmares away just as much as he kept yours away. The two of you had this unspoken connection, one that allowed you to comfort each other without using words. You had feelings for him, but you didn’t voice them because it scared you. You hadn’t allowed anyone into your heart, or life even, since the accident. The thought of losing someone else or someone leaving you was too much to bear. Surely it would kill you. So you allowed him to comfort you, but you didn’t tell him how you really felt. Until one morning, when you woke up, snuggled deep into his chest while he lightly snored into your hair. You tried your best to stifle the little giggle in your throat, because you didn’t want to wake him. But he was just so cute when he slept. You stared at the freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, the way his nose twitched just a little bit when your hair rubbed up against it, the way his long eyelashes gently graced the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds of his soft breathing and steady heartbeat underneath you. You took it all in. Finally working up the courage to admit it to yourself first, you softly whispered “I love you, Dean Winchester. More than you know. Not just because you saved my life, but because you’ve shown me how to live again. And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.” Then you lifted your face to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, just as he opened his eyes. For a split second, you felt yourself go stiff with the fear that he had heard your little confession. But if he had, he didn’t let on. He simply smiled at you and grumbled a soft “Good morning, beautiful!” before kissing the top of your head. The little kisses here and there had become a habit for the two of you in recent days.

You felt yourself begin to blush. “I’m sorry if I woke you; you were just too cute for me not to kiss you,” you shyly admitted.

He grinned wider than you had ever seen before. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not every day I get to wake up to such a beautiful, loving woman in my arms. I’d kiss you too if I ever woke up first.”

His admission had you blushing even deeper. You rolled over for a brief moment to look at the clock, which was flashing 8:30 AM. “Sammy should be home from his run soon. Whatdya say we go make some bacon, eggs, and pancakes so we can all have breakfast together?”

“That sounds like an awesome plan. Especially the bacon part!”

You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping this time. Dean was like a kid in a candy shop when it came to bacon and burgers. It made you happy to know that you could please him with your cooking. He and Sam both enjoyed it so much, that occasionally they would let out little groans of pleasure, causing you to beam with pride. So the two of you disentangled your bodies, got out of bed and stretched, and headed into the kitchen to start a big breakfast for the three of you. You and Dean joked around the whole time, accidently starting a mini food war.

You hadn’t meant to, but you accidently flung flour all over his worn out AC/DC shirt that he loved. He looked at you incredulously, as he dipped a finger in the pancake batter before smearing it all over your face. You retaliated by throwing the empty eggshells at him, and he responded by throwing whole eggs at you. Before you knew it, the kitchen, and the two of you, was covered in flour, eggs, and even a few slices of bacon had managed to stick to the cabinets and walls. You threw an egg at him and he ducked, letting it fly past him and straight into a very sweaty, angry looking Sam. You hadn’t noticed him walk in during your little escapade, and now he had raw egg dripping down his face. Dean turned around when he saw the look on your face, but promptly fell over with laughter. It was too hard to resist, and moments later you had joined him.

Sam took in the state of the kitchen, and you and Dean, and couldn’t help the smirk that started to bubble up with laughter. It was rare that he saw his brother let loose and have fun like this. Soon enough, all three of you were on the floor, covered in flour and egg, laughing until you couldn’t breathe. It was the most fun any of you had in ages. You finally managed to get up off the floor and take a good look at the mess you and Dean had made. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he did the same. Sam just laughed and shook his head. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I expect this mess to be picked up by the time I come back out here.” He waggled a finger at the two of you with a tone of mock seriousness in his voice, which only made you and Dean respond with a simultaneous “Yes Sir!” and another fit of belly aching laughter as Sam hit the shower.

30 minutes later, you and Dean had finished cleaning up and almost had breakfast finished. Sam was just walking out as the two of you went to sit down with your plates at the table.

“Nuh-uh!” he exclaimed. You and Dean just looked at him funny. “Have you seen yourselves? You two are filthy! Go take showers before you get the table and chairs all dirty too.”

You and Dean realized how dirty you actually were in that moment. Dean simply shrugged as he grabbed your hand to drag you away, ignoring your protests about being starving. He got the shower started for you and told you to get in while he got you some clean clothes. Grumpily, you obeyed. You got in the steaming shower, adjusting the water temperature to where you preferred it. Moments later, Dean walked in carrying a towel and a set of clean clothes. You two were inseparable this morning. He stayed in the bathroom with you while you showered, fully respecting your privacy. He didn’t even chance a glance at you as he handed you the towel when you shut the water off. As you got out and dried off, you turned your back to him, giving him the same privacy he had given you. When you heard him get in, you quickly got dressed so you could go get him a towel and clothes as well. You got back just before he turned the shower off, but paused outside the door when you heard him softly singing.

Love don’t run, love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you pushed to door open, startling him out of his singing. He took the towel from you as you willed the tears away, and stepped out after he had it wrapped around his waist. He immediately noticed the tears and rushed to your side.

“Y/N what’s wrong princess? Did something happen? Did Sam say something to you about the kitchen? I’ll kick his ass if he was mean to you…”

You shook your head, looking down trying to distract yourself. He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin.

“Y/N…please baby girl…talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad, it’s just…hearing you sing that song…it made me so happy. And it made me feel things I haven’t felt in a really long time. I-I mean…I don’t…” you started stammering, and Dean silenced you by placing his lips on yours.

You both blushed a deep red color, still staring into each other’s eyes. Now Dean was the nervous one, and it amused you. Here he was, this fearless, selfless, beast of a man, and he was nervously tripping over his own tongue. “I-I hope that was okay to do. I didn’t really mean to, it’s just, I saw you starting to panic and shut down and all I want is for you to know you can trust me with anything, ever, and I wanted you to feel safe…so I-I just thou-“

It was your turn to shut him up with a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your still wet hair, your lips pressed together in an explosive moment. It was like a cheesy Disney movie moment. Sparks flew, fireworks went off, your foot came up off the ground, and you both just melted into the other. You quickly broke apart at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Both visibly flushed from the contact, you tried to act normal. Sam poked his head around the corner, taking notice of your awkward stances and smirked internally. “Breakfast is getting cold guys!” And with that he left you alone again.

Dean shyly took your hand in his massive one, running his thumb along the back of it. “I meant it when I said I would never give up on you Y/N. And if you’d give me the chance, I’d like nothing more than to make you happy.”

You began to panic. There was no way this was real. Dean couldn’t have these feelings for you, he had just met you. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, and you made these strange noises every time you opened your mouth. Finally you decided to just keep it closed. Dean sighed. He softly put his hand to your cheek and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Just give it some thought, Y/N. You don’t have to answer now, or tonight, or tomorrow even. Just know that I’m here for you, whenever you are ready. I’ll wait for you, for as long as it takes.” With that, he left the bathroom. Standing there by yourself you began to let it all sink in. Dean cared for you. You put your fingertips up to where his hand had just been, and it felt all tingly. You felt your heart race, and a tightening in your chest. It made you smile. As his words echoed in your head, that fear of letting him in returned. You needed to talk to Sam.

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Home: Chapter 7

A/n- Chapter 7/8 of my fic for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge. We’re almost done! My quote for the challenge, “I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”  is bolded in the fic and as always, the song lyrics are italicized.

Word Count: 1,379

Warnings: Angst, implied smut.

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Chapter 7

Y/N’s POV

Rationally, you knew you were dreaming. It was dark and damp and the Djinn were holding the lifeless bodies of your family. Taunting you with them, making their limbs move as if they were still alive. One kept sneaking up behind you to stab you with the needles they used to drain your blood. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. Y/N? Y/N! Fuck. Wake up sweetheart. Wake up and open the door! “Dean!” you called out to him, but the Djinn just laughed at you, and you knew he couldn’t hear you. A large crash sounded somewhere behind you, but you couldn’t locate the point of origin. You tried to run towards Dean’s voice, but you couldn’t move. Y/N please baby, please wake up. Come back to me…I love you so much, please just wake up. I’ll do anything, just please come back to me! The desperation in his voice was breaking your heart. You wanted so badly to just go to him, and curl up in his arms. Tell him you loved him just as much, and that you would never let him go.

Y/N……princess, please, if you can hear me, just follow my voice. I love you.

The next thing you heard, was Dean’s voice singing your song.

This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt like hell

This is gonna damn near kill me, sometimes the truth ain’t easy

I know that you’re scared of tellin me something

I don’t wanna hear, baby believe that

I’m not leavin, you couldn’t give me one good reason

Love don’t run, love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up no not on us

Baby love don’t run

You could hear his voice a little more clearly now. Shaking the fear aside, you looked at the lifeless bodies of your family, said a silent goodbye as a single tear fell down your face, and slammed the back of your head into the Djinn behind you, forcing him to let you go. You ran like hell towards a door that sounded like the place where Dean was at. You could feel warmth surrounding you the closer you got to the door, as if someone was holding you tight.

Let’s lay it on the line, I don’t care if it takes all night

This is gonna make us stronger, gonna make forever longer

I know it’d be easier walkin away but what we got is real

And I wanna save us, Baby we can do it, Baby we’ll get through this cause

Love don’t run, and love don’t hide

It won’t turn away, or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Just as you reached the door and turned the handle, you woke up from the hellish nightmare. Upon seeing Dean holding you close to him in his lap, and Sam standing behind him with a concerned look on his face, you let the tears go. But this time, they were tears of relief. You clung almost desperately to the front of Dean’s shirt, holding on as tight as you could, letting him ground you in reality. He continued singing to you, but now the top of your head felt wet. You could tell he was crying too, and could only hope it was with relief as well.

So come on over here and lay down in my arms

Baby tell me everything that’s on your heart cause

I won’t run, and I won’t hide

I won’t turn away, I just wanna make things right

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Both of your bodies were shaking with sobs, and Sam quietly slipped away to give the two of you your privacy. You lay there, holding each other, kissing each other’s hands and faces and lips, just relishing in the fact that you had come back.

You were the first one to speak. “Dean, I was so scared. How did you know that would work?”

He looked down, not knowing what to say really. “I-I’m not sure. I didn’t know it would, I just…it’s grounded you before, so I thought I would give it a shot. African Dream Root takes too long to work, and it can be dangerous, so I tried this first.  I’m so sorry I took off like that earlier. I never should have left. I just saw you curled up with Sammy, and I lost it. Everyone always leaves me, and I thought maybe...” He started looking you over, turning your head to look at your face, pressing his fingers on your neck, tying to see if you were injured. “I didn’t hurt you trying to wake you up did I? I was just so damn scared Y/N, I was shaking you, and I…” his voice dropped to almost a whisper, “I may have slapped you softly. Once or twice. Maybe three times.”

You let out a laugh at that. “Dean stop. Dean, look at me. Please?” He turned his eyes towards yours. “Dean I’m fine. I’m not in any physical pain. You saved me. Again. Thank you.” You leaned up to give him a kiss, and as he started to kiss you back, you pulled away; your fear of losing him setting in again. “Dean…y-you deserve better than me. I’m broken…I’m no good. You deser-“

He cut you off once again with a soft, gentle kiss. This one meaning so much more than either of the previous ones. “Y/N, I love you. More than I can put in words right now. I will always love you, and I will never let you go. That first night I met you, I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”

Once again, the tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t stop smiling this time though. You cleared your throat before you spoke this time, making sure he heard you loud and clear. “This is one of the best feelings. The feeling of being loved, of being safe, and happy. I haven’t felt like this since I lost my family. And I know now, that I went so willingly with you because I was meant to. You and Sam? You are my family now. The best family I could ask for. I love you both.” Remembering his earlier words, you decided to add to your speech. “I will never leave you Dean. Because when I’m with you, I have the best thing in the whole world. I have a home.”

As you finished the end of your talk, Dean’s grin just got wider and wider. He looked like he might split his face in half. All the men in the world, and I’m lucky enough to get this one. Your heart swelled so much, it felt like you were going to burst. When you couldn’t wait any longer, you looked him straight in the eyes, and with the most serious tone in your voice, asked him a very important question.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

And with that he crashed his lips into yours, knocking you both over the side of the bed and onto the floor, promptly sending you into a fit of laughter. Sam appeared in the doorway a minute later.

“Well at least there’s no food mess to clean up this time.”

Dean gave his brother a dark look. “You don’t wanna see the kind of mess we’re about to make Sammy…”

Sam seemed confused for a moment, but you could see when he had his moment of clarity. His eyes got as wide as saucers, and he pulled his lip up in disgust a split second later, making you laugh even harder as Dean went back to attacking your face and neck with kisses. Neither of you cared that the door was broken, you just wanted each other.

As Dean held you tenderly in his arms, you only had one thought on your mind. This is home.

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Home: Chapter 5

A/n-Chapter 5 of 8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge! I’ll be posting part 6 in just a few minutes since both are so short. I was going to combine them, but it just worked better to do them separate. Plus I’m slightly OCD and really like even numbers. So I separated them for 8 chapters. Chapter 7 will be posted tomorrow and the final chapter on Tuesday. I hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 956

Warnings: little bit of self-doubt, teensy bit of angst if you squint and cock your head just right, fluff. Oh, and Dean being an idiot.

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Chapter 5

You found Sam in his room, reading something on his laptop. You quietly knocked on the door frame, not wanting to intrude on his personal space. He looked up at you and smiled, patting the bed next to him in an invitation. You and Sam had become close this last week, so sitting on his bed with him didn’t feel awkward. You weren’t sure where to start really, so you opted to just watch him do his thing for a while.

Finally he looked at you out of the corner of his eye. Upon seeing the look on your face, he shut his laptop, causing you to give him a very confused look. ”So, how was it?” he asked, with a slightly smug grin on his face.

“Ho-how was what?”

“Oh you know…” You stared at him like he had two heads while silently demanding an explanation.  “Kissing Dean!” Now he was full on smirking at you, with his arms crossed.

“I-it was…I mean…it…ITWASSOGREATANDIWANNADOITALLTHETIME!” You finally managed to word vomit and it all came rushing out so fast, your words were all strung together. “It was soft, and sweet, and perfect, and don’t tell him this but I haven’t kissed anyone in almost 7 years. I tried to get back out there after I lost my family, but it didn’t feel right. So I just gave up. But Dean…he’s…he’s different. I can’t explain it Sammy, but he makes me feel so safe and happy and all warm and fuzzy on the inside, and it terrifies me becau-“ Sam interrupted you then.

“Wait, what? Why does it terrify you if he makes you feel so happy?”

Suddenly feeling shy, and overwhelmed, and scared, and so many emotions you almost couldn’t handle it, so you ducked your head.

“No no no don’t do that sweet girl. You mean too much to Dean and I to shut us out. Especially him. Y/N, you need to understand, Dean doesn’t let anyone see this soft side of him. Not even me. I haven’t seen him even TRY to get drunk in weeks. It’s like you take away his pain, and make him feel alive again. You make him a better man Y/N. Please, please don’t shut him out. Talk to me or him, or both of us about your fears. I promise you’re not alone in them.”

You looked up at the moose of a man sitting in front of you. At some point during all that he had grabbed your hand, holding the tiny thing in his two massive ones. The sincerity on his face was the only push you needed. “I don’t let people in because I can’t handle losing anyone else, or having them leave me. It hurts too much.” You shook your head, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I can’t bear the thought of losing him, or even you. It was hard for me to leave everything behind and come here with you guys, but it felt like home the minute you helped me finish unpacking. And him holding me at night, well that just solidified it all. I don’t want to screw up this beautiful friendship we have. I’m broken Sam. I’ve got so much baggage, I can’t possibly be good enough for him. I don’t want…” You trailed off as the tears started falling down your face. Sam pulled you in for a hug.

“You silly woman. Can’t you see he loves you? Baggage and all. He will always love you. I can see it in his eyes; he’s never looked at anyone that way. Well…I’ve seen him look at pictures of Mom that way, but never with the shine in his eyes. It’s always been with sadness and grief. He loves you Y/N.”

All you could do was wrap your arms around your middle and sob while Sam awkwardly tried to hold your little frame in his long, lanky one.

Dean’s POV

Neither of you knew it, but I had come to the door to talk to Sammy about you as well, but was surprised to see you curled up against him crying. Sam was holding you. The way only I was supposed to hold you. I loved you, and here you were ripping my heart out, with none other than my brother. I should have known better than to trust someone. I took off down the hall to go get a glass of whiskey. Halfway there though, I thought better of it though, and decided to go to the bar instead. I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter, trying not to relive the happy memories from earlier today, and sped out the garage door. Even in my state, I still managed to keep my cool until I had pulled away from the bunker and was speeding down the highway. Finally I allowed the tears to fall where no one would see, and let fly the strings of cuss words so dirty, I could peel the paint off the Impala. I bashed my hand against the dash over and over and over again, hoping that maybe I could take the pain in my heart away by causing myself physical pain. But of course! It didn’t work. It never does! Drowning it in whiskey though, that always helped. At least for the night, until I could cool off away from you and my traitorous brother. I needed a clear head before I spoke to either of you. And looking at the two of you would only make me see red again. I finally arrived at the bar, content on staying for a few hours. Plenty of time to get drunk before heading home. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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Home: Chapter 3

A/n-Part 2 of 8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k follower challenge. The series has expanded one additional part, so it will now be 8 chapters instead of 7. Chapter 4 will be posted tonight!

Word count: 1,562

Warnings: none for this part really. A little fluff?

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Chapter 3

Two Days Later

The three of you had finally arrived at the bunker. Sam and Dean helped you get unpacked and settled in before Dean went to the kitchen to make dinner. Sam came back with a beer for the both of you and sat on your bed with you.

“So how do you like it here so far?” He looked at you, watching you carefully for any bad reactions to having been ripped away from your home.

“It’s homey. That for sure. But it could definitely use a woman’s touch around here.” The last part brought a genuine smile to yours and his faces. Sam was someone you felt comfortable around. Joking with him, it came so easily. Almost as if you had known him for years, not days.

Sam let out a laugh. The kind of laugh where he throws his head back and laughs from his belly. “Dean would lose his mind if you started painting and making the place smell pretty!” With that realization, you both were laughing until you cried and couldn’t breathe. It had been so long since you had laughed like that.

“What’s so damn funny?” Dean asked from the doorway. You and Sam both turned to look at him like deer in headlights. But the look of confusion on his sweet face had you both giggling uncontrollably again.

Sam was the first one to control himself and take a deep breath. “Y/N was just saying how the bunker could use a woman’s touch, and we were laughing at how you would react.” You kept quietly giggling as the look of confusion on his face turned to one of almost frustration, and then to one of understanding.

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind it too much…I’ve been thinking we could use some changes around here lately anyways, so have at it princess. I want you to feel at home here too, so whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, you do it. This is your place now too.”

Sam rocked back in his seat, entirely shocked by his brother’s words. You however, knew Dean wouldn’t mind. It all went back to the safe, homey feeling you get from being around him. Of course you would have to consult him on any major decisions, because you wanted him to be happy with it too.

“Anyways, dinner’s ready. I hope you like bacon cheeseburgers!” Dean said with a grin across his face. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until that moment, and your stomach let out the loudest, most ferocious sounding growl you had ever heard. All three of you froze and turned to look at your belly, wide eyed and staring. Moments later you all burst into hysterical laughter again, laughing until your sides hurt this time. Dean came over to you and helped you stand up, putting his arm around your shoulders to guide you to the kitchen. He knew you knew where it was, but he wanted the excuse to hold you close again, as did you. You wrapped your arm around his waist and looked up at him with a genuine smile for what felt like the 100th time tonight. He smiled back down at you, and all you could think was I’m home.

Dean’s POV

“I’m gonna take her a beer and make sure she doesn’t need anything before dinner.” I shot Sam a dirty look for a split second, but Sam caught it. “That okay with you dude?” He quickly added. I felt my face soften a little at that.

“Yeah Sammy, that’s fine. Just…I…”

Dean didn’t normally get choked up like this. Yeah, he’s not the greatest with words most of the time, but Sam always understood. Only this time, he wasn’t sure why his brother was acting this way. They had only just met the girl. But he wouldn’t interfere with his brother’s feelings. Dean deserved to be happy, and so did Y/N. “Don’t worry man. I won’t make any moves on her. I saw you call dibs before we even got her out of that hell hole. I’m glad you found someone to make you happy. I don’t wanna stand in the way of that. I love you too much. Besides, I’ve seen the two of you together, and you are the one that she gravitates to. You make her feel safe. I just wanna be there for her as a friend, if that’s okay with you.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Sammy always understood. “Of course, little brother. I won’t stop you from being friends with her. I think she could use all she can get right now. Maybe we can take her to visit Jody and the girls sometime. Let her hang out with other females or something. I don’t know.” I knew I had started rambling, so I just went back to focusing on cutting up the fixings for the burgers.

“That sounds like a great idea! Jody and Alex would love her. We could maybe even wrangle Claire into coming home for a day or two.” Sam took the beers and turned to walk down the hallway towards her room.

I went back to cooking, the burger patties were almost done, and the buns were toasting in the oven. I pulled the sliced cheese out of the fridge along with a beer for myself. I popped the top off and downed it all in one go. I threw it in the trash bin, and grabbed another, sipping on it this time. I began humming the tune Y/N had played in the car the other night.

Let’s lay it on the line, I don’t care if it takes all night

Cause this is gonna make us stronger, it’s gonna make forever longer

I know it’d be easier walking away, but what we got is real

And I wanna save us, baby we can do it, baby we’ll get through this

I was pulled from my thoughts by the small of the burgers and the sound of laughter. Sammy hasn’t laughed like that in a while. Then I heard your laugh, and it made me freeze. It was like windchimes in the soft, quiet summer breeze. Like church bells tolling in the small towns they passed though on a hunt. Like a harp being played in the silence of a wedding. It stunned me, and all I could do was grin like a fool at the beautiful, happy sound that was reverberating through the bunker. I quickly got the burgers plated up and on the table along with the condiments they had, and then turned to make my way down the hallway. You laughed again, and I broke into a face splitting smile. Silently praying I could make it to your room before you stopped laughing; I turned the corner just as you were wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. You and Sam had been laughing so hard you hadn’t noticed me walk into the doorway.

“What’s so damn funny?” I asked. You and Sam whipped around with oh shit looks on your faces, and it took everything I had not to burst out laughing at the two of you. I watched as you took a glance at each other, and just broke into laughter again. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, especially when I saw those beautiful crinkles around your mouth and eyes. Your face looked so bright and happy for the first time since we had rescued you.

I watch as Sammy took a deep breath and finally managed to say “Y/N was just saying how the bunker could use a woman’s touch, and we were laughing at how you would react.”

I could feel the confusion leave his face, and being replaced by frustration. A woman’s touch? Was the bunker really that bad? I don’t want her to feel like she’s living in a prison. I want her to be happy here.

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind it too much…I’ve been thinking we could use some changes around here lately anyways, so have at it princess. I want you to feel at home here too, so whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, you do it. This is your place now too.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt shocked. Did I really just say that? But the smile that crossed your face made it so worth it. You had an ear to ear grin on, and it made my heart swell. “Anyways, dinner’s ready. I hope you like bacon cheeseburgers!”

With that, I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard the most vicious growl coming from your gut. I just turned and looked at your belly, as Sam did the same, and the three of us laughed so hard your sides hurt. Hearing your laugh again and seeing how happy you were, even if it was temporary, made me so relieved. I just wanted to touch you again, so I threw my arm around your shoulders. My grin widened, almost impossibly, as you wrapped your arm around my waist. I had never been one to want a woman for more than a few nights, but I found myself thinking that I would love nothing more than to wake up with you in my arms every morning…

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