On My Way Home
Title: On My Way Home. The Promise. Part 2
Summary: Dean deals with the aftermath of the letter that changed his life.
Author: deanssweetheart23
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (very briefly, also mentioned), Jo Harvelle (very briefly), Benny Lafitte, Leslie (OFC, only mentioned), John Winchester and Marry Winchester (only mentioned), Bobby Singer (very briefly mentioned), Lexie (OFC), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)
Word count: 6065
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Another letter (way shorter though, I promise). Mentions of an almost-fatal car accident and death of a parent. There are a few more warnings but I don’t want to ruin the story for anyone so look at the tags in the end if you want. :)
Author’s Notes: Wow. So here it is. The second part to “The Promise”. I’m sorry this took me so long, guys, but I fell in love with the first part and I wanted to do this story justice (also, life has been kind of crazy lately). Anyway, I’d really like to thank all of you for the love and support you’ve shown for this fic. It means the world to me and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed working on it.
(Flashback is in italics). Read part one here.
“Where are we going?” Y/N breathed out, her hand in Dean’s, a bright smile gracing her beautiful features as they ran together, twigs and branches scratching their skin, trying to slow them down.
The corners of his lips quirked up in a cheeky smirk.
It was hard to believe, really, but life had been good to him lately. They were almost ready to graduate, Y/N had gotten accepted into Columbia and, with his dad and Bobby’s help he’d be able to follow her to New York and start working as a mechanic like he’d always wanted.
And, thank God, she was doing better. The days she’d spent laying on a hospital bed, wounded and bruised, were long gone and she was happy and lively once more, had that spark in her eyes that made him fall in love with her all over again.
“You’ll see.” He winked, giving her hand a squeeze for good measure.
“But the other guys, they’re going to-”
“Don’t worry ‘bout them. They’re too busy to notice we’re gone.”
Much to his surprise, she gave him a dirty look but he could see through her façade, could see the smile she was trying to hide.
“Am I going to regret trusting you?”
He looked at her in controlled annoyance, lips pursed.
“Pffft. Have you ever regretting trusting me?” he scoffed. Then. “You know what? Don’t answer that.”
She snorted out a laugh, biting on her bottom lip. They had reached the lake by now and, despite the fact they’d spent countless afternoons there, talking and dreaming, hanging from trees and pretending to be monkeys, she was too caught up into their conversation to notice.
So, he smirked and pulled her closer, mischief coating his features.
“So. Just out of curiosity.” He said, rumbling and reticent. “All of your stitches are gone, right?”
Stopping short in her tracks, she squinted at him in confusion.
It was kind of adorable.
“Yes. Why would you ask me- oh no. Dean Winchester, don’t you da- goddammit!” she growled as he lifted her over his shoulder and headed towards the shoreline.
“Put me down. I swear to God, Winchester, put me down right fucking now!”
“Too late, princess.” He chuckled, slapping her butt. “You’re going down with me.”
“Don’t you dare, you little piece of-”
His laugh swallowed the rest of the words as he dove in, the icy water pricking his skin like the sharpest of needles. But then, he was up again in a minute, crazy laughter escaping him, while she spluttered and yelled and called him names.
“You think you’re funny?”
“I think I’m adorable.” He retorted, pouting.
“Cheeky bastard.” More laughter. “Oh, yeah laugh it off, you dick.”
He chuckled again, throaty but warm, then wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him.
“C’mere.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple, chin rested on the top of her head. “And stop pouting. You don’t have a sexy pout.
“Why am I even friends with you?”
“Because I’m awesome. And nice to look at.”
“Dear God. My best friend’s a screwball.” She whined, eyes darting up to the sky in frustration.
And still, when she glanced at him again under the moonlight a few seconds later, he smiled. He hated to admit it but it wasn’t so long ago that he was worried he’d never be able to see those beautiful eyes looking back at him again.
“What?” she chortled nervously. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like, I dunno… Like I’m some sort of miracle.”
He chuckled, despite himself.
“No reason.” A glare. “It’s just, uh. I’m glad you’re okay. I was, um, I was worried about you after, uh, you know…”
“I do. And I love you for that.” She smiled, soft but consuming, running soothing circles on his back. “But I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. Like ever. So, you’re just… stuck with me I guess.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yup. Best friends forever, D. Remember?”
He nodded, locking his pinky with hers.
“Forever and ever, sweetheart.”
She’d beamed at him then, his gaze roaming over her face before settling on her lips again, those lips he wanted to kiss almost every time he saw them curl up in a smile. So, he leaned a little closer, fingers threading in her hair gingerly, and sighed in relief when her grip tightened around his waist because it was all he needed to continue.
Until, of course, he heard those goddamn footsteps and Sam’s and Jo’s singsong voices tattling Y/N and Dean up in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g as they waved at them from the shore.
Groaning, he narrowed his eyes and cursed under his breath, while Y/N simply huffed, burying her face into his chest, soft chuckles caressing his clothed skin.
“M’ sorry about that.” He whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair.
“’S okay, D. Not your fault they’re dickheads.” She taunted and he laughed, forever in love with the cute way she scrunched up her nose in indignation.
“Yes, they are.”
It came out as a growl, but his expression softened the moment his eyes landed on her and his fingers reached for hers. “What do you think? Want to teach them a lesson.”
She titled her head, brow slanted.
“Absolutely.” She agreed, mischief floating across her face. “But before we do that.” She added quickly, face turning suddenly serious. “I meant what I said earlier. Wild horses couldn’t drag me away, D.”
He shook his head, kissing her forehead, grin as wide as it could be.
“I think I can live with that, cherry pie.”
“Hey. Chief? Chief.” His best friend chanted, gruff voice piercing through the fog of memories only to scatter them around like confetti.
“Huh?”
“You okay? I’ve been talking to you for the past ten minutes.”
“Oh, yeah?” Dean implored indifferently, wiping grease of his face.
Benny huffed out a laugh, shaking his head.
“Yeah. But all you’ve been doing is staring blankly at that wall.” He paused, giving the eldest Winchester a once over skeptically. “D’ ya get any sleep last night?”
Dean shrugged, untwisting the cap off of a bottle of water.
“Sure did.”
“Yeah, right.” The blue-eyed man snorted, not even bothering to hide the slight curl of his lips, pointedly ignoring the murderous looks thrown his way.
There was a brief silence during which Dean stupidly thought he was off the hook and then-
“You were thinking about Butter Cup again, weren’t ya?”
And, dammit, despite the fact he’d seen this coming, his heart still dropped at the mention of Y/N’s nickname. It wounded him, how a name he’d always associated with movie nights spent cuddling by the fireplace, lazy Sunday mornings and that indescribable yet heartwarming feeling of home and belonging, now cut deep into his very soul every time someone even whispered it.
Swallowing thickly around the lump in his throat, he clenched his jaw, eyes focused on the silver ring he was wearing, the one she’d bought for him when they moved into the City together.
“I just…” he paused, a silence of smoke and mirrors as he tried to stop himself from saying too much.
But then again, maybe that had been part of the problem. Maybe he’d kept a lot of things to himself.
He sighed, defeated.
“I miss her, man. My whole life, Y/N’s just… She was right there. And now she’s not and I don’t know…”
“Well, do something about it.” The other man chided, rubbing his forehead.
“Do what exactly? Because you and I both know that I’m running out of options here, Benny.” The Winchester grounded out, green eyes flaring in aggravation. “I mean, I’ve called and left messages and tons of voice mails and she won’t call me back. Hell, she won’t call her parents back. And I’m just….” He fidgeted with the rag in his hands “Maybe she just changed her mind. Maybe she wants nothing to do with me.”
Benny chuckled at that, holding his hands up.
“Or maybe you need to try harder.”
That earned him a sharp glare.
“You don’t get it.” Dean grounded out through gritted teeth. “I hurt her. She was in love with me and I… She’s seen things, I’ve told her things that… I just never thought….” he stopped, hoping that his friend had missed the way his voice had wavered. “It’s pathetic really. I was so afraid to tell her the truth because I didn’t want to lose her. And now...” he dragged a hand over his face. “I don’t think she’s coming back.”
“Bring her back. Go find her. Beg her to give your stupid ass a chance.”
A sign.
“I don’t even know where she is, Benny.”
Instead of replying, Benny spread his arms in a shrug, sly grin on full display.
“I do.”
“You… Man, if you’re messing with me, I swear-”
“Gimme a break, brother. I wouldn’t lie to ya ‘bout this.” Benny retorted, searching for something in his pockets. “Here. Sam dropped this off for ya this morning. Said something ‘bout being tired of watching you pine over Y/N.”
Dean rolled his eyes, offended.
“Wow. Wow. Wait a minute. I ain’t pining.”
The blue-eyed man chuckled in amusement at that, mumbling something that sounded awfully like sure you’re not, chief under his breath but his friend ignored him in favor of the envelope he was holding, mind already flooding with throbbing memories of that other letter, the one that had caused his entire world to come crumbling down over a month ago.
To the boy that went through my underwear drawer and stole my diary (even if my sister took the blame for that one.)
When Y/N was five, she came back home from the playground one day, all excited and smiley, and couldn’t stop talking about a new friend she’d made, a little boy with freckles, sandy blonde hair and pretty green eyes.
I knew then you’d be trouble, Winchester.
And, God, I was right.
You two became inseparable after that and, even though you drove me demented sometimes, I was glad that my baby sis had found someone that always had her back no matter what, someone that loved her so fiercely and unconditionally. I’ve always known that you were in love with her, Dean, and, to be honest, I think everyone else did as well -I even remember dad telling mum to keep an eye on you the day you’d kissed her cheek and given her one of your plastic soldiers after a playdate.
And I’m thankful. I’m thankful for everything you’ve done for Y/N and I think the world of you. And, because of these things, I want you to know that, no matter what has happened in these past few weeks I don’t blame you for anything and that I believe, with everything I have, that there’s no better man for her.
Which brings us to this. There’s an address behind this page that will lead you to a place somewhere in Maine. Our cousin, Lexie -the one with the long legs?- has a place there and Y/N’s been staying with her.
Go find her, yeah? I want you two to get married and be disgustingly in love for the rest of your lives and have annoying sweet children that I can spoil. So, go find her.
Love,
Leslie
PS. I’m rooting for you two. Don’t let me down.
Dean stared at the piece of paper, afraid that if he closed his eyes even for a second the words would disappear forever and he’d lose Y/N once again.
Taking a deep breath, he looked up, clutching the letter in his hands.
“Benny, I don’t know how to thank you for this.”
“I do.” Benny smiled, southern accent warming Dean’s heart. “Go get your girl, brother.”
When Dean parked the Impala at a lay-bay somewhere in Portland almost six hours later, the colors of the sky had deepened and darkened, and all of his previous excitement had been overshadowed, then melted away, giving way to something more obscure and distressing.
For in all honesty, Dean was pissed. In fact, he was fuming because Y/N had been so damn close to him right from the start and, yet, he hadn’t been able to find her. He’d looked everywhere, in New York, in Lawrence, in Bobby’s house in Sioux Falls, and yet, she’d been hiding in frigging Maine the entire time.
“Okay.” He muttered to himself, leaning against his car. “Okay, okay, okay. You can’t screw this up again, Winchester.”
Taking a deep breath, he reached for her necklace, the long chain cold against his hand.
He ran his fingers through his hair.
“Okay. You’ve got this man. She’s your best friend. You’ve got this.”
With a curt nod, he locked the Impala and whispered a breathless wish me luck, Baby, then headed towards the house.
Granted, it was beautiful, the kind of residency she’s always wanted for herself and, for a brief second, Dean wondered whether he was doing the right thing.
Maybe he should leave Y/N alone. Maybe she was happy with her new life. Maybe she had moved on and maybe she was even grateful she’d gotten rid of him. God knew it wouldn’t be the first time that happened.
Maybe.
Maybe.
Maybe.
The constant rumbling in his head made him want to turn back around, get into his car and drive away.
He didn’t.
Instead, he exhaled deeply, let Benny’s words ring inside his head soundlessly a couple of times, and rapped his knuckles down on the wooden door. He waited, one, two, three, four long bits and then…
“Hello, mate. Anything I can do for you?”
No.
No, no, no.
This could not be happening.
Dean blinked, hoping that he was hallucinating, but when he opened his eyes again, it was still there. He was still there.
A man in his early thirties was leaning against the door, a brash smile on his lips as he glanced at Dean. He was shorter than him, with short brown hair, an annoyingly perfect British accent and a very naked chest on full display.
Dean looked into his eyes. They were green.
Clenching his jaw almost painfully, he took in the tousled hair and the towel he had wrapped around his waist and it suddenly felt as if someone had actually punched all the air out of his lungs.
He could almost see it, really. He could see snapshots of Y/N smiling at Mr. Towel like she used to smile at him, could hear the way she laughed at his lame British jokes, could picture them kissing and making love, touching and pulling and…
God. He needed to get out of there. He needed to-
“Dean?”
It came out as a whisper, sounded almost like a prayer, and before he knew it she was standing right in front of him, head titled to the left in disbelief.
And, of course, all he could do was stare, at the colors and the creases, the curves and the skin and the strands of hair he’d missed so much.
Fuck, she looked beautiful. More beautiful than he remembered. And still, there was something in her eyes, something that so distinctly reminded him of that day they’d been fighting about his parents’ divorce all those years ago, that made his heart ache and settled something heavy in his stomach.
And that look hurt him so much that he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and wipe that look of sadness off her face like he knew he could, wanted nothing more than to make it okay, but he was afraid that it was too late.
So, he just smiled a half-smile to hide his brokenness, then waggled his fingers in acknowledgment.
“Hi there, cherry pie.”
She swallowed loudly at the nickname. It shattered what was left of his heart.
“What are you…” she sighed, glancing at Mr. Towel nervously, hands tucking a strand stray of hair behind her ear. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. No, don’t worry, everything… Everything’s fine. I just, uh…” Dean cleared his throat, hand scratching the back of his neck. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Didn’t mean to interrupt so I’ll just…”
“Wait. Dean, I-”
It’s okay, baby. I just want you to be happy.
“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m glad you’re okay.” He whispered, despite the tightness of his throat. Looking at her, his mind brimmed with painful thoughts, and he reached for his pocket. “Here.” He muttered, holding her necklace. “You should have this.”
He couldn’t be sure but he thought he saw her bottom lip wobbling.
“I can’t take that.”
He smiled sadly.
“You should. ‘S yours.” A pause. “‘S always been yours.”
“I…” She ran a hand over her face tiredly. “Jesus, I really don’t know what to say right now.”
“Well,” Dean chuckled breathlessly “that’s a feat.”
“Thank you.” Y/N murmured and tried to smile but ended up frowning.
Mr. Towel cleared his throat.
“Dean, mate. Why don’t you stay for dinner?”
Okay. That was weird.
“No. Uh, thank you but I have-”
“Tosh. I’m taking Lexie out tonight so Y/N could use the company. From what I hear you two have a lot to talk about.”
Dean’s eyes darted from Mr. Towel to Y/N who seemed simply terrified.
His heart beat wildly in his chest.
He was definitely missing something.
“From what you he- I’m sorry, you know who I am?”
The man smiled gently.
“Yes. I do. Lexie’s told me lots of things about you. I’m Will, by the way. Lexie’s boyfriend.” he explained, shaking Dean’s hand. “It’s good to finally meet you. Lex thinks you’re the bee’s knee.”
“I’m what?”
Y/N smirked ever so slightly.
“It’s a compliment, Dean. Just go with it.”
Right.
Raising an eyebrow, the eldest Winchester smiled tightly in response, shoving his hands inside his pockets sheepishly.
“Well then. I’ll just go get ready.” Will announced, glancing at him. Then, he turned to Y/N. “I’ll, uh, take Lexie back to my place tonight. We’re leaving through the back door to give you two some space.”
Y/N smiled softly at that, leaning in to peck his cheek and, even though Dean knew that there was absolutely nothing going on between the two of them, he was still insanely jealous because he couldn’t help but think that perhaps he’d never be able to have that with her again.
A few seconds later Will was gone, and he was alone with Y/N, her hands wrapped around her little frame, teeth chewing on her bottom lip nervously.
“So…” he started quietly. “Hot cousin Lexie ending up dating a Brit?”
It took a few seconds but as soon as Y/N realized he was joking she chuckle lightly, eyes wide with gratitude.
“Yeah, he’s… He’s a bit dorky but he’s a good guy.” She mumbled, picking at a loose thread at the end of her sleeve. “And he’s been really nice to me so…”
He nodded, shaking his head.
“Good. That’s… good.” He mumbled, green orbs drinking her in, then smirked playfully at the red and blue garment she was wearing. “I’ve been looking everywhere for that flannel by the way.”
She grinned, just a bit.
“No, you haven’t. I stole that like five years ago and you never even noticed.” She scoffed, trying to suppress another gorgeous smile. “Plus. It looks better on me.”
He laughed then, first real laugh in a month.
“God, I missed you, sweetheart.”
The smile dropped from her face just as the words came out of his mouth and he internally winced.
“What are you doing here, Dean?”
Ouch. That hurt.
So, he let out a stuffy chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Wow. Good to see you too, Y/N.”
“It is good to see you.” she admonished, rolling her eyes. “You have no idea what this month’s been like but-”
“I wanted to talk to you. That’s why I came.” he cut her off, holding his arms away from his sides. “I mean, dammit, Y/N, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and then disappear. I was worried about you.”
Her eyes fell to the floor, hands rubbing her jeans.
“I know.” She whispered and her confession made him stiffen because now everything hurt twice as much. And, all of the sudden, despite the relief that Y/N was fine and safe and concrete in front of him, he was mad.
“You know?” he implored, incredulous, then chuckled humorlessly. “Well, not to sound too clingy or anything but if you knew you could have called. Hell, you said you would, you said it in that goddamn letter and then you just went off the radar. Just like that.” He smiled, sad and brittle. “And I tried, Y/N. I tried.”
“I know.” She snapped, throwing her hands up. “I know, alright? But I couldn’t just…. What was I supposed to say? Howdy, Dean. Sorry I fell in love with you and ruined your wedding. How’s Sammy doing?” she laughed, bitter.
“Yeah.” He argued, clenching his jaw. “You could have said that. As a matter of fact, you could have said just about anything. We’ve been best friends since we were five for fuck’s sake. I deserved a frigging phone call.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
Her voice came out smaller this time but it just egged him on.
“Then why the hell-”
“Because I screwed everything up.” She shouted, Y/E/C eyes ablaze with unshed tears.
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with tension and secrets, burned by shared memories and implicit guilt.
When she spoke again, her eyes were far too serious, and her body sagged tiredly.
“Look. I don’t expect you to understand. But I did miss you. Every single day. And I am sorry. And I wanted to call. God, Dean, I wanted to call you so much that it hurt.” Her voice cracked just a little.
He hated the sound, hated it with his entire being, and every cell of his body was screaming at him to wrap his arms around her, hold her against him and kiss her hair, to tell her that it was okay and that he’d already forgiven her.
He didn’t move.
“I’m not used to being without you, D. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be. But I… I left. I ruined what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. And I don’t get to just come marching in your life again, asking you for a clean slate like nothing happened.”
Dean looked at her, stunned, teeth clamped together, jaw quivering
“Jesus Christ. What the- okay, honestly, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“Dean-”
“Shut up.” He howled, clamping a hand over his mouth. “Just…” he sighed, fingers running through his short hair “C’mere.”
“You – D., we shouldn’t-”
“Don’t care. Just come here, baby.”
He didn’t know whether it was what he’d said that prompted her to move or the look in his eyes or his overall desperation but she started walking towards him almost immediately and only stopped when he reached for her hand and slipped his fingers through hers.
“I missed you.” he whispered, deep and husky, green eyes searching hers.
“I missed you too.”
“Thank God.” he murmured, letting out the breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and then he was pulling her to him, arms wrapping around her waist, face buried in her hair.
Dean didn’t know how long they stayed like this, steady heartbeats and even breaths a needed reminder that the other person was real and not just a product of their imagination, but he knew that he kissed the side of her head afterwards, pulled away and looked at her, one of his hands titling her face up.
“Never leave me like that again.”
She nodded, a sob escaping her lips.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Ssssh,” he cooed, pulling her to him again, lips on her temple in a sweet kiss. “’S okay. I’ve got you now.”
She tensed under him, placing a hand flat on his chest.
“No. Dean, I can’t- I’m not coming back. I’m sorry but I can’t…”
“Did you mean all those things you said in the letter?”
She sighed, eyes darting to the floor.
“Yes. I did. I know they must have hurt you, but I did. It’s because I love you so much that I can’t-”
“I love you too.”
“I know but not like-”
“My God, you never shut up, do you?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “I love you.” he repeated, lacing his fingers with hers only to bring their joined hands to his lips and kiss her knuckles. “I am in love with you, sweetheart. And, in a way, I think I’ve always been, ever since that day in the playground.”
Y/N squinted at him, incredulity coating her features.
“But all those women, Lisa-”
He smiled, sheepish and sad.
“Part of my plan, well, my, uh, stupid plan to find someone just to try and get over you. Lisa… Lisa’s beautiful and sweet and for a moment I really thought we could work. But she’s not you. You are…” he sucked in a breath, eyes closing shut as he let his fingertips graze the edge of her jaw. “You’re home, sweetheart. I look at you and I’m home.”
“Dean-”
“No. Just listen, okay?” he pleaded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I know I hurt you.”
“We both hurt each other, D.”
“’S not the same. I proposed to someone else. Fuck, I asked you to help me with my vows.” He laughed, self-deprecating. “So, I think we can both agree that I royally fucked up but I don’t think I can… I can’t lose you. And if you give me a chance, if give us a chance, then I swear to God, Y/N, I’ll do anything to make sure you won’t regret it.”
She nodded, eyebrows lifted.
“Anything?”
“Anything.” He croaked, breathy and scraped.
“So, you’d be willing to like, get on a plane or something? Or would you… Man, would you let me drive Baby?”
That familiar sparkle twinkled in her eyes as she spoke and, for the first time in a month, he felt like a giant weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
He huffed out a breath, rolling his eyes.
“Seriously? I bare my soul to you and you’re being a frigging brat about it?”
She chuckled, sunny and happy as his arms snaked around her waist.
“Yes. But you love it.”
“Yeah.” He whispered as he clasped a hand on the nape of her neck, head bent until he could feel her breath on his face. “Yeah, I do.”
She grinned, lips almost brushing against his own.
“Hmmm. Oh, and Dean?”
He hummed, forehead pressed against hers.
“You’re home too.”
He smiled the smile of child on Christmas morning and pressed his mouth softly on hers like he’d been dreaming about for years, lips locked in a kiss that was long overdue and soaked with a flurry of emotions and years of unspoken love.
It was slow at first, fragile and attentive, but then she let out a whimper and he smirked, threading his fingers in her hair and splaying his other hand over her back, pressing her against him until he swore he could feel her heartbeat on his chest and his universe had snapped into focus.
She slid one hand up the muscles of his back and it was all he needed to deepen the kiss, part her lips with his tongue and explore her mouth with everything he had. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries and, as she kissed him back thoroughly, like she’d thought about this as many times as he had -maybe even more, he reckoned that he’d never tasted anything better.
It took a minute for him to float back to Earth when it was all over, and he sighed, breath stolen by the kiss.
“Wow.”
He laughed, low and wrecked, nose brushing up against hers.
“Wow. That was-”
“I know. Been wanting to do that since we were kids.” He confessed, his hand running up and down her side.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because you can be very intimidating. I was afraid you’d punch me.”
She laughed, that breathy laugh that reminded him of bubbly rivers and bird songs and sunshine.
“Well, I do have a mean right hook.”
“Meanest right hook I’ve ever seen, Killer.” He agreed, pressing a kiss on the side of her head. “But I think it’s time to stop being afraid.”
She nodded, one hand on his shoulder, the thumb of the other one tracing his jawline.
“I think I agree.”
He smirked.
“No more running then?”
She grinned, heat dancing in her eyes, a look she often got when she knew she could sweet talk Dean into anything she had in mind.
“No more running.” She murmured, lips brushing his. “Not if you want to do this with me.”
He beamed, eyes soft and so full of affection.
“Cherry pie, I want to do everything with you.”
And then he kissed her again.
Dean blinked as bright sunlight flowed through the messily drawn curtains, sleepy eyes focused on the girl in his arms. He had a hard time believing it but Y/N was there, her back pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around her waist firmly, face buried in the crook of her neck. He had a hard time believing it but Y/N was his.
So, he breathed her in, happy that her scent was now lingering on his skin as well, and kept his eyes glued to her face, knowing that he didn’t have to be afraid of getting caught staring anymore.
Smiling to himself, he pressed a kiss to her shoulder-blade, then trailed her skin with his lips until he reached her neck, gently nipping and sucking, his scruff tickling her.
She groaned and mumbled something unintelligibly, hands reaching down to cover his.
“Mmmm.”
He chuckled, heart swelling with love.
“’Morning, sweetheart.” he whispered against her, pressing a kiss to that spot where her neck dipped into her shoulder.
She turned around to face him, Y/E/C boring into his.
“You’re still here.”
Dean looked at her, lips pursed, brows knitted together.
“’Course I’m still here…” he muttered, kissing her forehead. “D’you really think I’d leave?”
She smiled lazily, shaking her head.
“No. Just worried this wasn’t real.” she explained, lacing her fingers with his.
He chuckled, warm and adoring, leaning in until their breaths were mingling.
“Well, it is.” He promised, kissing her sweetly, lips dancing together like they had been doing it for years. “This is very…” kiss “…very….” kiss “…real.”
She chuckled in response, beautiful face glowing as he rolled on top of her, hands already tracing curves and dimples, peppering her jawline with feather-light kisses.
She whimpered beneath him, lips pink and kiss-swollen and, God, he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.
“D.”
He hummed lazily, latching his lips onto her neck, determined to map every vein, trace every inch of smooth skin like he had wanted to do for years, and kept going until it was too much, then pressed his forehead against hers.
“Question…” he stated, pecking the tip of her nose “I know we agreed to take this slow, but how slow exactly?”
Letting out a laugh, mischief coated her figures and she let her fingers twine in his short locks.
“Don’t know, D.” she mumbled, pecking his jaw. “You’re the one that wanted woo me before getting me to bed.”
He smirked, cheeky and bashful, tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“So, if I were to do this…” he whispered, breath hot on her earlobe as his hand slipped under the flannel she was wearing and gripped on her waist only to end up cupping her breast “…you’d be okay with it?”
“I’d be more than okay with it.” She agreed, mouth warm and perfect on his.
They were a mess of limbs after that, all secret smiles and heated glances and before he knew it, she was shirtless and his hands and lips and eyes could finally wander everywhere they’d never dared before.
“You’re…” he stopped, looking back up to meet her eyes. “God, sweetheart, you’re just… So gorgeous.”
She smiled, cheeks flushing red, then reached to twist the worn leather of his amulet around her fingers, effectively pulling him closer.
“Y/N. Dean. Are you guys in there?”
“You have got to be kidding me.” Dean whined, letting his face drop in the crook of her neck dramatically, prompting a breathless chuckle from her followed by a quick ‘m sorry.
“Yeah, we’re kind of in the middle of something here, Lex.” she howled, shaking her head. “Everything okay?”
“Nope.”
Jesus, Lexie sounded pissed.
“Listen, I don’t care what you and Pretty Boy have been doing in my bed all night but you better be up and ready to go in half an hour or I’m going to kick your sexy ass.”
“Half an -oh, crap.”
“What? What’s going on?”
Y/N sighed, nose scrunched up in the cutest of ways.
“She’s meeting Will’s parents for breakfast today. Crap. I was supposed to go with her. Ugh.”
He nodded, trying to hide his disappointment.
“You can’t just not go, right?” he fished, tucking a stray of hair behind her ear.
She pursed her lips, thoughtful.
“Well, I could but-”
“’S alright.” He cut her off, pecking her lips. “She’s been there for you this past month. You should go.”
And, Jesus Christ, even though the idea of not finishing what they had started hurt him, that smile she smiled for him, that brilliant smile that he’d do anything, absolutely anything to see every minute of every hour of every day made his heart flutter so fast inside his chest that everything else was forgotten.
“You sure?”
“Uh-huh. I am going to need a cold shower though.”
She snorted out a laugh, the sound adorable.
“Okay. Tell you what. After that cold shower, you’re coming with. And when we’re done, I’m packing my stuff so we can get the hell out of here.”
He hummed, licking his lips.
“And go where exactly?”
“Well…” she started, fingers running through his hair leisurely. “I was thinking your place.”
“God, I love you.” he whispered, kissing her eyelids lovingly.
“Hmmm. Love you too, Deanie Beanie.”
“Seriously?” he bawled, rolling his eyes. “Okay, you know what? If you really want us to bang, you have to stop calling me that.”
Y/N barked out a breathy laugh, shoulders shaking along with it.
“Bang? Hate to break it to you, Winchester, but I’m pretty sure people stopped banging in the 90’s.” She gushed, wrapping her arms around his. “And I’m never dropping that nickname. ‘S our thing.” She added, teasing smirk on full display. “Plus. It reminds me of the little boy that wanted to run away with me because our parents wouldn’t let us go to Disneyland together.”
“You remember that?” he implored, ears turning pink.
“I remember everything, D.” she beamed, pecking his neck. “Now. Are you sure you’re okay with us going to that thing?”
His heart warmed at the tenderness in her voice.
“Yup.” A forehead kiss. “Don’t worry too much ‘bout it. We’ve got time, cherry pie.”
“We do?”
“Absolutely.” He replied, grinning playfully, his pinky already reaching for hers. “Forever and ever, right?”
She smiled.
It was the smile of that little girl that had offered him half of her cherry pie when he’d defended her in front of an older kid. The smile that made him blush when he’d let her sleep next to him during a thunderstorm. It was the smile she gave him the day he promised her they’d always be friends, the same smile she had been wearing the first time he’d wanted to kiss her. It was the smile that carried with it their first I-love-yous and that night they’d danced to Bob Seger in the darkness of his bedroom. It was the same smile he was afraid he’d never see again after he read that letter.
And yet, there it was, bright and warm and real and his.
“Forever and ever.”
He smiled back at those precious words, green eyes glinting with happiness.
He was home.
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Hacked by Talon!Genji & Reaper RP (Part 21)
Rapono
After a moment, Hanzo opened the door, his face full of concern. “You do not sound too well. Did you have a nightmare?”
Caleb Crow
Genji gripped the sheets of his bed, eyes squeezed shut, before he opened them with a tired smile. "I... am alright, Brother. It's nothing."
Rapono
Hanzo felt like he should persist Genji to tell him, but knew his brother had been through another traumatic experience. He sighed. "Well let me know if something is wrong. I'll see you later." As he turned away, Genji noticed a small mark on his forehead, just behind his bangs.
Caleb Crow
"Wait!" Genji slid out of bed on shaky legs. "Brother, what is that?"
Rapono
He stopped, his face full of confusion."What is what, Genji?"
Caleb Crow
"Your mark," He walked closer, face worried, as he focused on the mark on his forehead. "Right there..."
Rapono
"Hmm, this? Got this during a fight with those talon agents from a month ago. Didn't think it would scar." Genji's concern was making him worried.
Caleb Crow
He pulled his hand back. A coincidence, nothing more. It has to be. "G-Gomen." He muttered.
Rapono
"You do not seem alright brother. You feeling unwell? Should I take you to Miss Ziegler?"
Caleb Crow
"No, no, it was just... just a nightmare. Do not bother yourself with this, brother."
Rapono
"If you insist. You should get yourself someting to eat, you must be hungry."
Caleb Crow
"... perhaps. I am not." His appetite had vanished during the dream. "I... will stay here."
Rapono
Hanzo was still worried for his brother, but didn't want to pester him. Maybe he should tell Zenyatta that Genji did not seem well. "Alright. I'll see you later, brother." He left.
Caleb Crow
Genji stared after his brother, before he swallowed thickly and hid himself under the blankets. He needed to get a hold of himself...
Rapono
Only about fifteen minutes later, Zenyatta arrived at Genji's door. "Your brother believes you are troubled. Genji, my dear student, what is creating discord within you?"
Caleb Crow
Genji shifted until he was able to sit up in his bed. He... really didn't feel like moving right now. "Master, you can come in, y'know..." He mumbled, unwilling to answer his question.
Rapono
Zenyatta floated in, going to Genji's bedside. If the omnic's face could show emotion, it would be full of worry. "I sense anxiety and unrest. What is causing this?"
Caleb Crow
"Nightmare." Even speaking about it sent chills down his spine. "A bad omen, Hanzo was taken and he... he had the same thing done to him..."
Rapono
"Hmm... perhaps it is a side effect of being controlled by them. Genji, do you remember what happened when they had kidnapped you?"
Caleb Crow
"... Maybe, a little. I-I don't like to think about it, Master." Genji rubbed the back of his head.
Rapono
"I understand. However, you must come to terms with it if you are to aquire peace once again. Let me know when you are ready to talk to me about it." Zenyatta gave him a comforting pat, then left.
Caleb Crow
His fingers curled around the bedsheets, before he sighed and forced himself out of bed. Maybe talking to Lucio or Hana or someone might get his mind off of it...
Rapono
No one else came into the room. Despite his the fact his stomach was churning, he was hungry. He did need to eat.
Caleb Crow
To the kitchen it was, then. Genji made his way down the hall and towards the dining area.
Rapono
He heard a blender going off, along with some happy yelling.
Caleb Crow
Ah, people! Genji walked in. Someone must be causing mischeif.
Rapono
And someone was. The trio of younger overwatch members were currently trying to blend Doritos and Mountain Dew together. Lúcio and D.va were trying to stop Jamison from putting hot sauce into the mixture.
Caleb Crow
Genji blinked, before he managed a smile. "Now what are you three up to?" He asked.
Rapono
"We're trying to make meme juice." Lúcio responded. "And Jamie's trying to ruin it!" D.va added. "No I'm not. It'll make it better, trust me mate!" "No." She tries to grab the bottle of hot sauce from Jamison, but he's much taller than her, so to no avail.
Caleb Crow
"Oh for Kami's sake, who's gonna drink that?" He asked closer. "I'm sure not!"
Rapono
"I'm gonna! If Jamie doesn't ruin it first. Gimme a hand Genji!" Hana said.
Caleb Crow
Genji walked closer and went on tiptoes, grabbing at the hotsauce bottle.
Rapono
Jamison held it up as high as he could. The bottle was still out of reach. Lúcio stared at the scene, and chuckled. He couldn't really help, being the shortest.
Caleb Crow
"Fine! Hana, I'ma pick ya up, see how that works!" And Genji did as he promised, picking Hana up so that their combined height outmatched Jamie.
Rapono
With Genji now helping her, she swiped the offending bottle of sauce out of Jamison's hand. "Ha ha, success!"
Caleb Crow
"Hah!" Genji beamed as he set Hana down again. "I knew you could do it."
Rapono
"I'm number one!" Now with the hot sauce hostage, she started to pour of of the meme juice into cups. "Wanna try some, Genji?"
Caleb Crow
"Ah..." Genji smiled sheepishly and backed away. "I'm good."
Rapono
"Your loss." She gave Lúcio a cup, Jamison refusing his until he got his hot sauce back. Hana took a big gulp, then almost choked. "Ugh!" "See, I told ya you should have added more ingredients." Lúcio said. "Like hot sauce!" "Jamie no."
Caleb Crow
"Why would you even take such a big gulp?" The cyborg sighed, before he moved to get three cups of plain water for them to wash down their drinks.
Rapono
Hana gladly took the cup of water from the cyborg. Lúcio took a small sip from his cup of the concoction, then took his glass of water. Jamison still refused to drink his without the hot sauce. "Try a little." Lúcio offered. "It's not that bad, just really weird tasting."
Caleb Crow
His nose scrunched, and he reluctantly took a cup. ".... I'm going to die again." He muttered before sipping it.
Rapono
It was definitely weird tasting. Not as bad as he thought, but the flavors did not mix well, and the texture was unpleasant.
Caleb Crow
He made a face. "Hot sauce would NOT have made this better."
Rapono
"Told you so, Jamie!" Jamison huffed. "Whatever. Can I at least have my sauce back?"
"No." Hana held the bottle hostage.
Caleb Crow
"Keep it hostage, I don't want him to poison any more drinks." He joked, while downing an entire cup of clear water.
Rapono
Junkrat gave Genji an irritated look, and the moment their line of sight met, the ninja was hit with a flashback. The game room. And Jamison giving him a very different look.
Caleb Crow
Genji was holding the Katana in his hands, instead of the cup, and he froze, shoulders tensing. "I don't mean to, go away, get away from me you're not going to go back!" He yelped, tossing the katana to the floor and took a step back, hands to his head, breathing quickening. "I can't-- I cant take you back to Talon, I can't--"
Rapono
When Genji came back to back to his senses, the younger agents were gone, a spilt cup of the meme juice on in the floor. They must've ran away. He'd scared them.
Caleb Crow
His eyes widened, before they watered, and he buried his face in his hands. "I-I didn't... I didn't mean to..." He rasped as he sank to his knees. "I... didn't mean t-to...!"
Rapono
Angela, Zenyatta, and Winston entered the kitchen to find the weeping ninja. Zenyatta approached him cautiously, placing a hand on the Shimada's shoulder. "Genji?"
Caleb Crow
Angela rushed forward, too. "Genji?"Genji shook his head. "I can't...." He whimpered.
Rapono
"What happened?" Zenyatta held Genji's face gently.Winston stood in the back, ready in case Genji started to attack them.
Caleb Crow
Genji choked back a sob. "I saw Jamie. I saw Jamie and I was holding my Katana..."
Rapono
Zenyatta stroked his hair, attempting to calm his student. "It's alright, nobody was hurt, just a bad memory..."
Winston waited a moment longer before speaking. "Do you want me to restrain you?"(edited)
Caleb Crow
Angela shot a small glare towards the monkey, and Genji tugged at his hands. "... please, just..." Genji swallowed. "Let me stay locked in my room."
Rapono
Winston nodded, and they guided the ninja back to his room. Zenyatta kept a hand on Genji the whole time, trying to keep him grounded.
Caleb Crow
Genji stayed silent the whole trip back, and once he was in his room he just kind of sat on his bed. "Thanks." He muttered.
Rapono
"It is of no burden to me, my student. However, it seems what Talon has done to you is not truly gone."
Caleb Crow
"....." Genji just shrugged mildly, wiping away his tears with one hand. "But the chips... they're gone, aren't they...?"
Rapono
Winston looked towards Angela. "The scans showed nothing but scar tissue remaining, right?"
Caleb Crow
"Yes." She frowned, a hand on her chin. "The scans should have shown everything, especially the chips. I don't know why..."
Rapono
An image flashed in Genji's head. Strapped to a chair in a dark room. A blank screen in front of him.
Caleb Crow
Genji yelped, tugging his arms to try to get them free. "Not again-- NO!"(edited)
Rapono
"Genji, what's wrong? What is happening again?" His master's voice, full of concern, brought him back into reality.
Caleb Crow
He snapped out of it, eyes wide. The arm tug he attempted had brought his shurikens out again. ".... T-Talon."
Rapono
Winston had the cuffs at ready. "Shall I restrain you?" He would shackle Genji if he either attacked or said yes.
Caleb Crow
"... no. Those won't do me any good, anyways." He kept his weapons away. "Just please, leave before I attack someone again..."
Rapono
The three quickly made their way out the door, Zenyatta hesitating to go before following. However, as Winston was about to shut the door, imagery overlapped Genji's real sight. He saw Talon agents about to lock him in a cell. We'll break him soon enough. Were the words he heard spoken in his mind.
Caleb Crow
Genji learnt from his mistakes; he stopped himself before he attacked them. It had to be an illusion, it had to, its fake, it's not real, stop, don't foolishly attack them.
Rapono
By the time he regained his bearings, he was alone in his dark room.Winston turned to Angela, concerned filling his face as he locked the door. "We need to double check his scans."
Caleb Crow
Angela bit down on her knuckle nervously. "Are you sure it's nothing to do with PTSD? Another scan may be in due, but trauma can cause hallucinations..."
Rapono
"Then we should check for signs of it in the brain scans. Whatever it may be, I have the awful feeling we've overlooked something Angela."
Caleb Crow
"..." She ran her fingers through her hair. "Alright. Alright, we should. I agree." Angela murmured.
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