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Shatter Me - Chapter Fifteen (Fin)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4775

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Chapter warnings: 18+, swearing, angst, angst, drama, angst, grief, alcohol.

A/N: Oh my god. I’m a little bit emotional, i’m not going to lie. I can’t believe this is the final chapter of Shatter Me! I just want to say thank you to every single one of you that has read this, whether it be from the beginning or whether you’ve just found it - THANK YOU. Your comments and reblogs give me life. Thank you so much for sticking with me. I hope you enjoy the final chapter!

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The hair on the back of your neck stood to its ends. Something in the air had changed, it had become thick and you were finding it hard to breathe. You pushed yourself up on the couch, clinging to the blanket that was encasing your shoulders. You knew something wasn’t right, something had changed. Suddenly, the sound of crashing in the distance caught your attention. The harrowing sounds slicing through the silence of the cabin. You scrambled to your feet, finding it hard to locate your balance due to your weakened state before slowly padding over to the front cabin window.

The rumbling was getting louder and you could feel faint vibrations under your bare feet. Squinting your eyes, you peered through the glass, trying so hard to see what was happening. But nothing could have prepared you for what was happening. An avalanche of force was hurdling towards you, knocking down every tree, every rock, everything that was in its path. Your eyes went wide, your stomach filled with dread as you scrambled back away from the window, trying to find any type of cover. You managed to make it back to the couch, ducking behind it as the force crashed through the windows, the glass shattering and the front door being ripped from its hinges. The sight of which made your blood run cold, you were frozen with fear. You could only scream before all the air was taken from your lungs as the force hit you, knocking you backwards causing your head to smack against the hardwood floor.

You brought both hands up over your head to shield yourself from whatever danger this was, panic setting in but as quickly as the event started, it ended. You peeled your arms from your head gingerly, looking around to ensure there wasn’t another danger lurking in the shadows. You shivered. All the windows had been blown out, glass scattering the floor. The door was lying at an angle, allowing the cold of outside to drift its way to you. Furniture had been scattered, the unknown force moving everything with it as it barrelled through. You sat up, grabbing at your blanket so you could wrap yourself in it to try and keep some warmth. You noted that the fire was out, nothing but smoke rising from the ash.

You took a deep breath as you stood on shaky legs, using the nearest edge of the couch to help you up. You had to think of a plan, you had to somehow barricade the windows and door to keep warm otherwise, you could freeze to death. However as you searched through the rubble and mess, a sharp pain erupted in your chest which made you stop dead in your tracks. You placed your hand on your heart as the pain stabbed at you again and this time, you couldn’t breathe. You were trying hard to take a breath, your throat wheezing and straining, desperate for air. You held your chest tight with your hand, the blanket falling from you as you fought for your life. The cracks in your skin began to burn once more but you couldn’t make a sound. You couldn’t scream, you couldn’t cry for help; you couldn’t cry for Dean.

The cracks began to widen, a familiar blue hue shining through them, lighting up your body as if you were some sort of attraction. The hue got brighter, the light taking over your skin as the cracks began to break off from the main vein, separating your skin into smaller sections. You twitched your brow as you tried to make sense of what was happening. Your skin hardened and like plates of armour, piece by piece, parts of you fell to the floor and shattered. Your right hand was first, followed by your arm. You could do nothing but watch as your body fell apart and become nothing but dust in front of you. Your mind flooded with images of Dean and you could only think of how he must have taken your advice, on how he must have destroyed the globe. As you fell to your knees, the curse now taking your feet, you could only think of how you must have been wrong. This was your death.

You didn’t have much longer to think, bit by bit you were falling apart. As you pictured Dean in your mind, the first kiss you both shared, an explosion of blue emitted around the cabin which forced you to throw your arms out wide and your head back. The light was blinding as one final wave of pain emitted across what was left of you, taking every last part of your body.

As the light faded, and the force had calmed, a gentle wind blew through the cabin. Dean’s flannel moving slowly in the breeze across the floor, tangling itself with the blanket you were wearing. Snow from the outside had drifted in and had created little snow dunes around the cabin, the broken door banging slightly against its broken frame. The cabin was empty, lifeless. No sounds to be heard, no life to be seen.

There was nothing but cold, dead silence.

Dean was still on his knees, everyone in the room waiting with baited breath to see what the outcome would be. Dean’s green eyes kept flickering between you and the globe, his lips silently muttering the word ‘please’ over and over like a mantra. Minutes passed and no one moved. Dean bowed his head, his chin tucking into his chest as he started to shake it from side to side.

“Please,” he whimpered, looking back at your body with tear filled eyes, desperation in his voice, “please,” he repeated again, his voice strained as a tear rolled down his cheek. Sam swallowed the heavy lump in his throat as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. He was trying so hard to keep himself together for his brother’s sake.

“Dean,” Sam said softly, trying his hardest to not let his voice break. Dean just shook his head harder, getting up off his knees to rush to your bedside. He didn’t want to hear people’s thoughts, he didn’t want to even consider the possibility that the spell hadn’t worked. He grabbed your hand tightly, leaning over your body and placing his forehead against your cold one.

“Come on baby, come on. You said this was it and you’re always right,” Dean whimpered against your skin, the stray tears collecting against the stubble on his chin. “Come on, come home to me sweetheart,” he pleaded, his forehead still on yours, his free hand cupping your face.

Sam had to look away, rubbing his eyes with his finger and thumb to rid them of the tears that had started to gather. Rowena was wiping at her cheeks as she watched the scene unfold in front of her whilst Castiel looked on, his features full of concern. He gingerly started to walk towards your body, carefully taking his time as to not upset Dean any further. With a hesitant hand, the angel reached towards you, waiting for Dean to move back slightly to check for any sign of life. As the eldest Winchester peeled his head from yours, he diligently watched as Castiel placed two fingers to your forehead, the angel’s eyes lighting up. But as quickly as they lit up, the lights from Castiel’s eyes faded as he removed his fingers. Dean’s green eyes were fixed on him, wanting to know that there was a glimpse of hope, a glimmer of life but with a sad shake of Castiel’s head, his world fell apart.

“NO!” Dean roared as he picked up your lifeless body to hold it close to him, your arms dangling from your sides, “don’t leave me…please don’t leave me,” he cried, holding you tightly against him. “Come on y/n,” he begged, holding your limp head in his hands, bringing his lips to yours in an attempt to kiss some life into you. He was desperate. He’d try anything at this point, fairy tale or not. He kissed you once again, his lips breaking contact with yours to let out a sob as he knew it was of no use. He lay you back down before stumbling back off the bed, holding his hands over his face.

“Dean,” Sam said once again, softly as he tried to be of comfort to his brother, reaching out towards him. Dean just shook his head as he ran his hands through his short dark hair, pacing the room.

“Sammy…I. No…no this isn’t right. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Cas you can make me unconscious, I can check if she’s still there,” Dean stated, rushing around to be on the same side of the bed the angel was on. Castiel frowned as he looked between Dean and Sam, he knew this wouldn’t work.

“I don’t think th-”

“-JUST SEND ME TO SLEEP DAMMIT!” Dean snapped in the angel’s face, anger seeping through his veins, his hands opening and closing at his sides. In this moment, Dean didn’t care for Castiel’s concerns or thoughts, he only cared about you and his promise to bring you home safe. Castiel just shook his head, trying to help Dean to see sense.

“It won’t help, she’s go-”

“-don’t you dare say it,” Dean interrupted, a slight growl in his voice as a warning. “Please just…just let me see if she’s still there. Just give me five minutes,” his growl turned into more of plea as he stood in front of his friend, begging for him to help.

Castiel nodded slightly and motioned for Dean to take a seat in the chair next to your bed. Sam took a deep breath, his worry lines appearing across his brow. He knew his big brother needed closure, he knew at this moment in time he was just clutching at straws but it needed to be done. Dean had a point, you could still be there and it was something they definitely needed to check.

With one simple nod from Dean, the angel sent him to sleep, Dean’s head lolling to one side. Everyone in the room simply waiting for the five minutes to be over. Eyes were glancing between your body and Dean’s, everyone hoping that maybe Dean was right and you were still trapped somewhere. They could have had the wrong globe after all or maybe Dean just needed to greet you and guide your soul back to your body. The rustling of Castiels trench coat made Sam’s head snap in Dean’s direction, watching as he brought his brother back to consciousness.

“Anything?” Sam was quick to ask, rushing forward to be next to Dean as he came back round but Dean just shook his head, a low growl of frustration emitting from his lips.

“She’s...I saw nothing. I had no dream,” Dean muttered lowly. “Try again!” He barked at Cas, making everyone in the room jump.

“I-”

“TRY AGAIN!” Dean bellowed. He was refusing to believe that this was it; that he had lost his connection with you and he had lost you for good. He wanted to believe that you were still there, cuddled up on the couch in his flannel and a blanket, just waiting for him to curl you up in his arms. Not wanting to argue with his friend, the angel nodded once again and placed his fingers back on Dean’s forehead.

Inside Dean’s mind it was dark, blackness for miles and miles. He couldn’t feel you, he couldn’t see you. He felt as if he was meeting himself coming back as he ran, calling out your name. He tried hard to picture the cabin. The snow, the wooden logs, the couch that was positioned in front of the fire but it was of no use, nothing was appearing in front of him. He just wasn’t connecting to you and it was tearing him apart. He felt the familiar pull for the last time, knowing that Castiel was bringing him back to consciousness and he screamed into the darkness. He’d lost you.

Dean sluggishly opened his eyes only to be greeted with everyone in the room staring at him. They were all looking for an answer, hoping for some good news but he couldn’t give it to them. Dean stood shakily on his feet, running a hand down his face once more.

“Nothing. She’s…” he stammered, his words getting caught in his throat as he caught the dark eyes of his little brother, “I’ve killed her Sammy,” he whispered as tears flooded his cheeks, the realisation of his actions dawning on him, “I’ve killed her.” Dean rushed out of the room, punching the wall and kicking at the door as he did so, letting out a scream that was raw with emotion down the bunkers hallway.

Sam knew it was best not to follow him in this moment, Dean would want to be alone and Sam also had to deal with his own feelings. He ran a hand through his hair as he collapsed into the chair Dean had just been sitting in, allowing his own tears to flow. He’d lost a best friend and research partner, he’d never hear your voice again, he’d never secretly enjoy your debates over monster lore again; he’d never get to just talk to you again.

You had left behind a huge hole in everybody’s hearts.

An hour had passed since Dean had shattered the globe, since he realised he had lost you for good. Sitting at the kitchen table, his knuckles beaten and bloody from punching the wall, Dean nursed a glass of whiskey. He didn’t know how many glasses of alcohol he had consumed at this point, nor did he care. He wanted to drink until he was numb, until he forgot how he fucked up, until he forgot that he’d cost you your life. A shuffling behind him made Dean do a side glance, the sight of flannel made him roll his eyes, knowing exactly what was to come.

“Dean, don’t do this,” Sam sighed as he took a seat opposite him at the table, pulling the nearly empty whiskey bottle away from Dean.

“Do what?” Dean replied, snatching the bottle back to refill his glass. Sam just frowned, placing his hands on the table as he tried to get through to him.

“Do you really think a bottle of whiskey will make you feel better? Y/N wouldn’t want you to do this,” Sam advised, curling his nose slightly when Dean necked the glass of whiskey in one, slamming the glass back down on the surface with force.

“Don’t you dare tell me what Y/N would want because I know for damned sure that she’d want to be alive,” Dean exclaimed, venom in his tone, “but no, I listened to you and I listened to her and now she’s dead!” Dean grabbed for the bottle once more but Sam snatched it from his grasp only causing Dean to give his brother a deadpan stare, one that Sam returned.

“She knew the risks Dean, we all did. We had no other choice!” Sam tried to reason, he didn’t want his brother going down this self-destructive path. He’d seen it one too many times.

“We shouldn’t have fucked up on that witch hunt, if I’d have known-if we’d have done more research, we wouldn’t have been jumped. Y/N she…she’d be here,” Dean countered reaching once more for the bottle in Sam’s grasp, only for Sam to move it out of his reach causing Dean to growl in frustration.

“Dean you can’t think like that,” Sam contended, frowning at his brother when Dean abruptly stood in his spot.

“I’m not doing this,” Dean muttered rubbing at his brow as he grabbed a fresh bottle of whiskey from the kitchen cupboard before walking out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Sam shouted after him, his jaw clenched in frustration.

“To be alone!” Dean snapped back, his anger echoing down the halls in response to Sam’s question.

Sam was concerned, naturally and decided to follow Dean through the bunker. When he saw him heading into the bunker garage, Sam became on edge. The last thing he needed was Dean speeding off in the impala to make some deal with a demon to swap places with you. He had to stop him from making any rash decisions, he knew it was something that you wouldn’t want. However, when he saw Dean pop baby’s hood and put Metallica on his stereo, he knew he was just trying to block out everything that had just happened. So going against his better judgement, Sam let his brother be and headed back down into the library. As he descended the metal stairs, he was greeted with the blue eyes of Castiel staring up at him.

“How’s Dean?” Castiel asked, his gravelly voice filling the silence of the room. Sam just sighed as he put his hands on his hips to look back up to the door he had just come from.

“He’s…he’s not ok,” Sam stated simply and honestly as he rubbed at his face, trying to contain the emotion that he was feeling too.

“If it’s any consolation, I thought it would work.” Castiel smiled weakly, holding his hand on Sam’s arm in comfort before letting it drop to his side. Sam nodded, wiping the stray tear that was running down his cheek.

“Me too, Cas. Me too.”

The atmosphere in your room was sombre, even though there was only Rowena left with you, the heavy weight of sadness was filtering the air. The red haired witch was taking her time as she worked around you, she wanted to be as respectful as possible as she started to pack away her things. Her candles were the first to be packed away, gently placing them into the bottom of her bag before she moved over to the make shift altar. She filtered through the documents and took what was hers, in any other circumstance she would take it all but not this time.

She looked down on you and took a deep breath, she wished things were different, she wished she could have helped to save you. As these thoughts were going through her mind, she grabbed your cold hand, wanting to say her final words to you. However, as she picked up your hand, she noted how the cracks on your skin seemed to have faded slightly. They weren’t as prominent. Rowena furrowed her brow as she looked closer at you, her heart thumping in her chest as her eyes scanned your injuries. Your skin had started to colour, the cracks disappearing into your skin. The witch couldn’t believe what she was seeing, her mouth agape as she tried calling for the boys however the sound of you heaving a breath made her jump out of her skin.

“Holy mother of-” Rowena almost shouted, her free hand going to her chest to calm her wildly beating heart. Your eyes snapped open and immediately landed on the witch who was still holding your hand, your lips breaking out into a smile.

“Rowena?!” you croaked, coughing slightly due to your dry throat as you tried to sit up on the bed. Your eyes were still adjusting to your room, your body adjusting to you using it again.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” Rowena exclaimed, putting her hands to her mouth before fussing to grab you her glass of water that was on the side. A glass of water you took gratefully, your mouth felt like the Sahara. After a few plentiful sips whilst Rowena was looking down on your concerned, you looked around your room, hoping you were home.

“This is real right? I’m not hallucinating or you know, dead or…anything?” you gingerly asked, afraid of her response as you placed the glass of water on the side. Rowena just shook her head, her red curls bobbing around as she did so.

“N-no dear, you’re,” she stuttered, still in disbelief at what she was seeing before she broke into a wide grin, “you’re home.” On those final words, you threw your arms around her neck and pulled her into a tight hug. As you did so, you noted the smashed snow globe on your drawers and winced slightly, you never wanted to see another globe again.

“Thank you so much,” you praised Rowena as you pulled out of the hug and started to move off the bed, rushing to get to the boys, rushing to get to Dean. You rose to your feet, a little unsteady at first but you managed to keep your balance before starting to head out of your door. Rowena hurried behind you, still a little flustered with everything that had just happened.

“Wait…wait. Are you feeling alright?” Rowena questioned, concern written in her features after seeing you wobble just a little but you just smiled a wide smile as you held onto the door frame with one hand.

“I’m home Rowena, I couldn’t be better.” Those few simple words felt amazing sounding from your lips. Sure, you felt a bit battered and bruised but you were home and you couldn’t wait to be in the arms of Dean.

You were rushing through the bunker as fast as you possible could, working your way down the corridors at a steady pace so you didn’t over exert yourself. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your stomach fluttering at the thought of seeing the green eyed Winchester, at the thought of being in his arms once again. Your pace slowed when you heard muffled voices coming from within the library, you were trying to pinpoint Dean’s voice but you couldn’t make it out. You rushed in, the sight of Sam and Cas sitting at the tables greeted you and your smile grew wider. It took only a moment for them to notice you, Sam having to do a double take before he immediately stood, the wooden chair harshly scraping against the floor as Castiel mirrored his movements.

“Oh my god Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as he rushed towards you, squishing you into his large embrace. He rested his head on yours, an overjoyed emotional look on his face as he squeezed you tight. You just smiled into his chest, placing your arms around his waist.

“Sammy, I’ve missed you,” you mumbled into his plaid, causing Sam to chuckle slightly at your muffled tone.

“Yeah me too,” Sam replied, withdrawing from you a tiny bit, allowing himself to look over your face and frame to check you were ok. “We thought you were…” he allowed his sentence to trail off, knowing he didn’t have to say the word for you to understand.

“Well…good job you boys aren’t too quick to clean up around here.” You nodded, slapping his chest playfully as you withdrew from his embrace. From the corner of your eye, you could see Castiel waiting patiently to check on you, something that warmed your heart. “C’mere Cas,” you requested as you walked towards him arms wide.

“Y/N, how are you feeling?” Castiel questioned as you wrapped your arms around him, he doing the same. You sighed gently into the embrace before withdrawing from the angel and standing in between the two men.

“Fine…tired but-look there’s time for all that later,” you answered, shrugging off the question, you had other pressing matters, “where’s Dean?” You looked between the boys to see Castiel look at Sam and then to see Sam scratching his neck awkwardly.

“He’s uh-he’s in the garage,” Sam admitted but before he could say anymore, you tore off in that direction, desperate to see him. As you were climbing the metal stairs, Sam shouted up to you, “he’s in a bad way Y/N!” this made you halt, looking down at Sam from the step you were standing on, leaning your body on the iron barrier. “He thought he’d lost you.”

“Let’s just hope he doesn’t think I’m a ghost,” you shot back, a playful smile adoring your lips. Although upon hearing Sam’s confession, a heavy weight descended on your heart. You knew exactly what downward spiral Dean would be on. You knew he’d be on the liquor and probably trying to brainstorm some idiotic idea on how to bring you back, even if that meant trading places with you himself.

Upon entering the garage, you could hear the soft sounds of Metallica in the distance being played out of the Impala’s speakers. Sure enough, Baby’s hood was up which meant he was tinkering about with her parts to try and keep his head somewhat clear. As you got closer, you noticed that his bow legs were hanging out of the back passenger door, his feet resting on the floor. You knew he would be lying down on the back seat, probably whiskey in hand as he hummed along to the words of the song. As you reached him, you noted how he was lying with one arm over his eyes, his plump lips miming the words as you thought.

You didn’t know the reason he was lying so still with his eyes closed was because if he focused, he could still smell your perfume faint on his leather seats. He needed to feel close to you and this was the only way he felt like how. He was too lost in his grief to even hear someone approach his car, your footsteps going unheard.

“Is this a private party or can anyone join?” Upon hearing your voice, Dean’s eyes snapped open and he sat up straight, hitting his head hard on the edge of the car door frame. You gasped as you heard the thud, squatting slightly so you could look at his injury, holding his head in your hands. “Woah, easy there cowboy,” you said softly, a gentle smile on your lips as your thumb brushed against his cheek. Dean’s green eyes stared up into yours, scanning your features as his hands grasped at your wrists tightly at the side of his face.

“Is it…it’s really you?” He stuttered, his words matching the stammering of his heart in his chest. Your smile grew wider as you looked down at him.

“It’s really me,” you whispered, your stomach flipping and your heart pounding. No more words were spoken, you didn’t even have time to blink when Dean grabbed at your waist pulling you into the backseat of the impala on top of him.

Dean’s lips crashed onto yours, his hands snaking around your back and waist to hold you flush against him. He didn’t care that he was struggling to breathe, he needed you. His tongue invaded your mouth as his plump lips encased your own, his nose nudging yours as he switched the sides of his kiss. You whimpered on top of him, a noise Dean was never going to get tired of. He wanted to recreate his first time with you, he wanted you to make the noises you made beneath him once more; he wanted to give you everything he possibly could. Dean’s hands moved to both of your cheeks as he parted gently from you, softly brushing the hair from your face.

“I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered against your lips, his nose still nudging yours. You felt your eyes sting with tears as you looked down at the man you loved, the man you never thought you’d see again.

“Me too,” was your quiet response, ghosting your lips over his, your hands playing in his hair. “Looks like I was right again,” you sassed playfully before feeling Dean’s lips grow into a smirk. However, the grumble of your stomach ruined the moment, you’d completely forgotten you hadn’t eaten in a few days.

“How about we go get some burgers and then smash every single damn one of your snow globes?” Dean suggested, an arched eyebrow to match his playful smirk. You just chuckled softly as you shifted slightly on top of him, that movement allowing you to feel just how excited and happy he was to have you home.

“Sounds perfect to me,” you smiled, sitting up as straight as the impala would allow, grinding yourself against his crotch as you reached for the hem of your top, “but first…” Dean’s smirk grew into a full blown grin as he watched you chuck your shirt behind you, leaving you topless in front of him. A low rumble emitted from his chest, his hands pawing at your skin.

“You read my mind sweetheart.”

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Deceit

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castile, Abaddon, Reader

Word count: 1260

Description: Abaddon threatens the reader and the reader now has to keep a secret from the two people most important in her life.

A/N: This is my first fic, so please let me know what you think! I'm planning on making this a series. Thank you for reading!

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You nervously tap the steering wheel, your eyes glassy and bright pink from a mixture of both tears and alcohol. You breathe heavy and fast, not able to receive enough air to calm down.

You glance down at the speed gauge the reads 85 mph. You slowly release your heavy foot off of the brake, not wanting the bunker to come into view. Not wanting to see the two people you trust the most, but more importantly the two people who trusted you.

The trusted with with their life, their secrets, their love, their everything. And you went and threw it all away over an unmistakably stupid mistake.

But you had to. She threatened everything you love; everyone you love. What else could you have done other than what she wanted? You couldn’t risk losing your family.

Your phone vibrates in your back pocket; you know exactly who it is. It’s Dean. Wondering and worrying about where you’ve been for the past few hours. Dean.. can you even look him in the eye again? His beautiful, compassionate eyes.

The car comes to a halt as your foot hammers down onto the brake. You grip the steering wheel and lay your forehead against it. You sniffle once more as your phone rings over and over.

You again begin to drive and the ringing only becomes a slight buzz in the background. You look into the rear view mirror, gaining sight of your tired eyes. The eyes that now have to hold back a dam of secrets. You crank the radio nob, blasting Led Zeppelin as loud as it will go. And you try to forget everything.

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The metal door to the bunker crashes against the doorframe as you walk in. You stumble down the stairs, the first thing coming into your view is a pacing Dean. You resist the urge to cry and hysterically laugh at the same time.

“Where the-” he stops talking as he sees the bloody marks along your skin and your mascara-stained cheeks,“what happened to you?” You shake your head, the overwhelming feeling of fatigue taking control.

Dean grabs your shoulders, his sparkling emerald eyes baring into your bloodshot Y/E/C ones. He doesn’t say another word, knowing you don’t have the strength or the will talk about it. He pulls you in closer, enveloping you into his warm embrace.

You inhale his deep smell of grease and sweat, implying that he’s been working on the Impala since you’ve been gone. But you don’t mind the scent. It reminds you of him. Of his loving arms and his perfect heart.

God, do you love him. Could you ever find the right time to say it? To show him how much he means to you before it’s too late? Before he discovers what you’re about to do to him and his brother.

—flashback—

You walk in the isles of the vacant market, looking for pie. You finally lay your eyes on what looks to be the only pie here. Dean eats any kind of pie anyways, so he won’t know the difference. You smile at the thought of Dean scarfing down the pie.

You grab a few more items for the bunker before checking out. You flash a warm smile to the cashier before pushing the door open with your back. The cool air envelops you, and carries into the store.

Immediately, you feel a pair of eyes on you. Carefully, and quietly, you walk to the car, listening for a sign. You turn away for one second and when you look back, you see her leaning against your car.

Her red hair falls down into perfect curls, her matching red lips forming a devious smile. The bag drops from your hand, and you do the only thing you can think of: you run.

You crash through the thick forest and branches scrape your face. You feel the blood trickling down, but you have bigger things to worry about.

She suddenly appears in front of you,“Hello, Y/N. It’s such a pleasure to see you again.” Before you can begin to process the words, you fly through the air and your back slams against a tree. You groan in pain as she chuckles.

“What do you want, Abaddon?” She struts towards you, a dangerous look in her eyes.

"Well, you see.. I’ve been having a bit of trouble getting the boys to stay in line. And I need to ask you a little favor.”

“And why would I help you?” She blatantly shrugs, and my face falls. I know what if coming.

A negotiation.

“I have a couple of my friends watching over your family, your friends, and everything you hold dear,” she pulls out her phone,“and with just one call..” she hovers over the button. You struggle against the force that pushes you. Her finger begins to inch closer and closer until you can’t take it anymore.

"Okay! Okay. What do you need me to do?” She again laughs, the laugh that boils your blood.

“I’m glad you agree with me.” She clasps her hands together,“Now let’s get to the fun part.”

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You pull away from Dean and he stares at you with wide eyes.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just need a minute.." you pull away from him and walk down the long corridor into the room that you and Dean now share. You look around at all the things you share together. New tears well in your eyes, and you grit your teeth as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You storm out to grab a box from the storage room, deciding you have finally had enough of staring at everything you’ll lose in a matter of weeks; if not days. You start throwing your things into the box, everything you can find. Your pictures, your clothes, everything that reminds you of the time you spent here building a real family.

You hear the door swing open and hit the wall, but you don’t stop. You don’t even flinch as one thing after another crams into the box.

“Y/N!” Dean’s voice breaks through like static on a TV,“Y/N! Stop!” He grabs you and flips you around, but you don’t dare look at him. You can’t,“What are you doing?” He looks around the trashed room. Glass covers the floor, and he doesn’t seem to understand. How could he when you barely understand yourself?

Sam then rushes in after him,“What the hell happened in here?” His eyes land on your face, and his eyebrows pull together, forming a crease.

“I need to go.” Your voice finally breaks through the silence and Dean lets go of you.

“Say that again?” You run your palm along your face, harshly wiping away fallen tears.

“I-I have to leave. I’m sorry. I can’t stay here.” You can’t stay and hurt them. You can see the hurt and anger in Dean’s face; he’s about to explode.

“Y/N. Just calm down, alright? Get some sleep and we can talk about it later.” Sam’s voice holds compassion and kindness. But that doesn’t make you feel better. It makes everything feel so much worse.

But despite everything, you know he’s right. You have to stay. Because if you don’t, you won’t be able to do your job for Abaddon.

And that’s not a chance you’re willing to take.

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Hey! Some of you may have noticed the massive influx of reposted chapters. I’ve been editing for various errors and getting the next few chapters in the que. Please please please! Re-blog, share, like, comment or whatever. I need to know if people are still interested in the story, my ego feeds off of it! :)

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Magnetic Chapter 2: No Place to Hide

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Summary: After your hunt was messed up, you’re ready to leave town. But you stop for a drink first, running into someone you had hoped to never see again.

Catch Up: Chapter 1

Still fuming after your run in with those two ridiculously tall, handsome and annoying men, you quickly cleaned out your hotel room, planning on skipping town as soon as possible. There was nothing holding you to this place, and you were ready to move on, to find another hunt to take your mind off of the fact that you were alone, and would always be that way.

That's why that handsome blockhead's words stung so much. Because you didn't hunt with anyone, you hadn't let anyone get close to you since your Dad had died all those years ago. You didn't want to open your heart, only to have another monster come and make it hurt once again. It was easier being alone.

It was then you made the rash decision to pull into the bar at the edge of town. One beer wouldn't hurt, and hopefully it would mellow the mood you were in.

It was already late afternoon by the time you pulled in, but the dirt parking lot was full to the brim of trucks and SUVs. Finding a place to park towards the side, you locked your jeep before making your way inside.

As soon as the door swung open you were hit with a mixture of cigarette smoke, the smell of spilled alcohol and the unmistakable scent of one too many unwashed bodies. Usually you would turn away from places like this, preferring a much quieter place to sit and drink, but this was your only choice before you left the small town behind you.

Skirting past rednecks who reached out to grope your butt, you slid into a bar stool at the end of the scratched and stained bar.

Yelling for a beer, you waited patiently, turning in your seat to watch as people made fools of themselves on the dance floor. Even though it was still early in the day, it was Saturday and people were celebrating. Girls in skimpy shorts and tank tops were rubbing themselves against men in faded jeans and cowboy hats.

At the far corner you could just make out a heated game of pool, but by then your beer was ready and you turned your attention back to the bar in front of you. Taking a sip, you relished the bitter taste as it slid down your throat.

"Fancy see you here." A familiar voice said as the bar stool next to you was taken. You dropped your beer back down, angling your body so you could see the man sitting beside you. It was the shorter man that had messed up your hunt. He had cleaned up, and was wearing a new green and gray flannel shirt that only accentuated his mossy green eyes. You could almost count his freckles he was that close. You could just make out the smell of gunpowder, whiskey and motor oil, a heady combination, one that appealed to you greatly.

"What, it wasn't enough that you ruined my hunt. Now you have to ruin my beer?" You said angrily as you grabbed your beer, ready to leave.

"Wait, let me buy you a beer, apologize for me and Sammy. The names Dean by the way." He said, his mouth in a pout, his eyes pleading with you.

"Fine, one beer." You conceded.

His smile lit up, and he called the bar tender over, holding his hand up to ask for three beers.

"Three?" You questioned as you finished off the last of the one in your hand.

"One is for my brother. I figured we could join him, talk about the job." He said, grabbing two of the beers. You followed behind him as he made his way through the crowd, to where the other hunter sat in a booth, his head ducked down as he looked at his laptop.

"Hey Sam, look who I found." Dean announced as you slide into the booth. Expecting him to slide in next to his brother, you were surprised when he slid in next to you, trapping you against the wall.

"Hey!" Sam said once he pulled his gaze away from his laptop. A huge smile on his face, he held his hand out over the table. "Sorry about your hunt back there, we never meant you any harm. I'm Sam, that's my brother Dean. Winchester. Maybe you've heard of us."

You racked your brain as you went to shake his hand, wondering if you've heard of the name before. "Nope, I don't think so. Unless your family owns the gun?" You said, and they both stared at you in shock.

"Wait, you're a hunter, and you haven't heard of us?" Dean asked as he swung his arm casually over the back of the booth, behind you.

"Nope, I'm sorry. But my Dad kept this type of life quiet, so I'm kinda of new to this." You admitted.

"Wow." Both Sam and Dean whispered, and you couldn't tell if they were relieved or not.

"Should I be worried?" You asked.

Sam quickly shook his head. "Nope. It's just we've been around, a bunch, and have had some things happen to us. That's all."

The way both brothers kept looking at each other made you think they weren't telling the exact truth, but you were going to let it pass. After all, you had just met each other, it wasn't time to roll out the red carpet and tell all.

"Guys, it's been fun and all, but I really need to be going. It's a long drive to the next town, and I don't want to be getting there in the morning." You said, pushing against Dean, who got up and went over to the bar again. You watched as he flirted with the waitress, before deciding to move.

As you started to slide out of the bench, Sam surprised you by reaching over and grabbing your wrist. "Please, stay. For a little bit at least. Keep me company while Dean does his thing."

You turned back to Dean, seeing his hand on the back of the bar tender as she led him towards the back of the bar. "Fine, I guess."

Sam's face lit up. "Thank you. It gets so lonely and boring sitting at the bars while Dean hooks up with random chicks. You want another beer?"

Nodding your head, you waited for Sam to return with it, before taking a sip and asking the taller man. "So he does that often?"

"Yeah. Usually I don't mind, but sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to." He admitted, and you inwardly agreed with him. You had just been thinking the same thing. While his brother continued to get on your nerves, Sam seemed like someone who could become a great friend. "I wouldn't know. I usually find myself alone. I haven't had a meaningful conversation with anyone but a Monster for at least a year." You found yourself admitting which surprised you.

Sam had his large hands clasped around the bottle, dwarfing it. But his hazel eyes were completely engaged in what you were saying, to the point you felt a little self conscious. "That has to be lonely. We've both hunted by ourselves, a couple of times. But it's nice to have the partnership, someone to talk to when you need to. Even listen to their snoring, knowing you have someone there that cares about you, will help you out."

You gulped down more of your beer, trying to appease the achy feeling in your chest you got with his words. "I wouldn't know. My Dad was killed when I was 17, and I had no other family. I left the only life I knew to try to get revenge, and didn't meet up with a lot of other hunters on the way. I just taught myself."

It was then you felt his warm and callused hand over yours, giving you comfort. It was the first time someone had offered you comfort and support after your Dad had died, and you felt the long held in tears start to gather beneath your eyes. Sniffing them back, you gave Sam a weak smile. "Thanks for listening. But I really should be going now. Good luck with your brother."

You didn't give him a chance to respond. You slid out of the booth, and rushed towards the exit. You wanted nothing more to slide into your jeep, turn the radio on loud, and lose yourself in a road trip. And if the tears fell, there would be no one to see.

But as you slid outside into the chilly and darkened night, you heard your name being called. "Y/N, wait!" Sam yelled, and you stopped, pulling you leather jacket tighter around your body, trying to block out the chill.

"Yeah, Sam?" You asked tiredly.

Once he caught up with you, he stood there for a moment, his eyes cast down, as he rehearsed what he planned to say. "I know we don't know each other very well. But you already feel like a little sister to me. And I was hoping that maybe you would come back with Dean and I. To our home. At least for a little while. We can show you what we know, you can search our books. It would be better than another motel room." He pleaded with you.

"Sam, that's a nice offer but I..." You started to say, but he stopped you.

"Don't say no. We can start out small, just for tonight. There's a spare room, and a big library. You'll love it. Then we can go from there." He said.

"Okay." The word was out of your mouth before you even realized you were going to say it. But the truth was, you had enjoyed talking to Sam, and since your wall had crumbled, just the tiniest bit, you were still craving that human interaction. "For one night."

He nodded, taking a big breath, relieved with your answer. "Great!"

Just then you heard Sam's name being called, and you saw Dean coming out of the front door. "Sam, you left your laptop back there. Freaked me out. You never leave it anywhere."

He saw you standing there, talking to his brother. "Oh, hey Y/N. You're still around."

Sam faced his brother, squaring his shoulders. "Yeah she is Dean. And I just asked her to come back to the bunker with us. For at least tonight."

"You did what?" Dean exploded. "We don't even know her, why would you invite her back to the bunker with us?"

"Yeah I did Dean. She has no one, and I thought it would be nice for her to have some company. And to learn more about hunting. To help her survive!" Sam yelled, and you reeled back in shock. You had thought you were doing a pretty good job at that so far, but it sounded like they weren't quite so sure.

"We aren't damn babysitters Sam." Dean argued, but Sam changed tactics. Instead of yelling, you saw his shoulders slump, and his face take on this pout type look.

"Listen, do you think Mom or Dad would want us to let this girl go out, on her own? She has no one Dean, no one to truly show her the ropes of hunting. Can't we at least try it, for one night?" Sam pleaded.

"Fine. But don't expect me around that much. I'm not a charity case. Especially for hard headed woman who would rather yell at you than admit they were wrong." He said, giving you a glare before storming off to a shiny black car.

Sam gave you an apologetic smile after his brother was gone. "Dean's kind of like you. Doesn't open himself up easy, would rather have it just be him and I. But he will come around, I know it. Don't let him scare you."

"Are you sure this is a good thing?" You asked.

"I'm sure. Dean's just been a little grouchy lately, but give him time. Now, how about you follow us back to the bunker?" He asked, and you nodded before heading over towards your jeep.

As you followed the speeding Impala down the road, you wondered exactly what you had just signed yourself up for.

Read Next: Chapter 3

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@deanwinchesterf where does this go on that Candle Scale Of Abstraction ???

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Shatter Me - Chapter Fourteen

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 5039

Chapter warnings: 18+, swearing, angst...angst...angst...drama. Fluff.

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“It’s not worked,” Dean muttered under his breath, “IT HASN’T WORKED!” He roared, slamming his hands down onto the altar, spilling the bowl of ingredients all over the floor before he roughly pawed at his hair.

“I don’t understand,” Sam stated confused, looking between his brother and Rowena who was standing to Sam’s left. His expression soon changed when he saw his brother charging forward towards the witch.

“You, you said this would work!” Dean bellowed, pointing towards Rowena in an accusatory manner as Sam held him back. Rowena just ignored the eldest Winchester and hustled around to be by your side as Castiel looked on concerned. Sam was trying his hardest to get his brothers attention, placing his hands on either side of his shoulders, urging Dean to make eye contact with him.

“Hey, we’ll fix this ok, maybe an ingredient was wrong,” Sam explained, his eyes wide with urgency. Dean just swiped his brother’s hands off of him, his face stoic.

“Maybe an ingredient was wrong? You didn’t even check everything was how it was supposed to be?!” Dean accused, his volume of speech getting louder with each sentence he spoke. Sam tried to keep Dean’s attention on him as he saw how his brother turned to look back at your body on the bed.

“Of course we did Dean but-”

“-GET AWAY FROM HER!” Dean yelled as he saw Rowena trying to check your vitals, his voice echoing around your room making the witch jump back from your body. She could see how angry he was, his nostrils flaring, his eyes dark and his jaw ticking. She held her hands out in front of her, backing away from you slowly.

“Dean listen to m-”

“No…NO. I’m done listening to you,” Dean interrupted, cutting off Rowena midsentence as he walked back to your body. However, Rowena balled her fists. She was done being Dean’s chew toy in this case, she was done with him.

“And I’M DONE with your childish outbursts boy!” Rowena cried back, slamming her hands on the other side of your bed, challenging the oldest Winchester. “No, the spell hasn’t worked but it hasn’t not worked either,” Rowena explained with an exasperated tone. The room fell quiet and she felt all eyes on her, green ones especially.

“…what?” Dean asked, his voice low. Rowena just sighed, running a hand through her long red locks.

“Remember when we tried a spell before and the curse accelerated itself? Nothing has happened. She’s exactly the same as she was 5 minutes ago,” she stated, the room still quiet. Dean’s focus was now back to you whereas the rest of the room were still focused on the witch.

“So what are you saying?” Sam asked, taking this opportunity to step closer toward Rowena, effectively putting himself as a barrier between her and Dean.

“I’m saying that we’re on the right track with that spell but maybe we’ve missed something. It could be an action, it could be how we cast it, it could be something to do with Dean” Rowena tried to explain, using her hands to gesture towards the green eyed man in the room. Castiel just sighed himself, he too stepping forward to the end of your bed.

“So we’re back to the drawing board?” Castiel stated, his gravelly voice cutting through the silence. Dean just let out a low growl, his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the sheets at the side of your bed.

“We haven’t got time to go back to the drawing board” Dean voiced lowly, the picture of how frail you were fresh in his mind. Rowena just nodded in agreement with him, using her magic, she was able to determine just how long you had left before the curse took you forever.

“We have twelve hours, give or take” Rowena explained, her voice soft but her body jumped when Dean threw the nearest thing next to him against the wall before storming out. The room was silent for a moment, the weight of Rowena’s confession and what had just happened reigning heavy on all of them. Your life was a ticking time bomb and no one had a way of defusing it.

Dean made his way to the library, slamming book after book onto the table behind him as he browsed through the shelves. He didn’t care that the books were old and he didn’t care that some of them were fragile, he kept throwing them onto the wooden surface in hopes that maybe, something will point him towards what he had to do. Running his hands through his hair roughly, he turned to look at the table that was a mess with literature. His eyes were glassy and the rage within him was bubbling up to the surface; nothing was coming to him. He couldn’t think of how to get you home. He had twelve hours and he was drawing blanks. It was too much. Dean turned back to the shelves and started to swipe at every book that was rested there, pulling them all to the floor.

He didn’t even hear his little brother come into the room and call his name to try and reason with him. Sam’s eyes were wide at the mess of books that were littering the floor and furniture. He rushed to his brother’s side, his arms reaching out for him to restrain Dean from doing any more damage.

“Hey, hey!” Sam raised his voice as he tried to calm his brother but Dean was still angry and he shrugged his little brother off of him, putting distance between them as he walked around the other side of the table, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sam…just don’t,” Dean sighed, his frustration evident. Sam frowned at his brother, knowing he was putting his walls up, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he started blaming himself. He was rightfully worried. Dean was lashing out at everything and everyone close to him.

“I know your pissed right now-”

“Pissed?! Pissed doesn’t even come close to how I am feeling right now. You should know that better than anyone,” Dean argued, his voice loud and gravelled as he fired back at Sam. “It’s always the same, we get so damn close and then it always, always gets ripped away from us.” Dean growled under his breath as he gripped the back of one of the wooden chairs tight. Sam looked on concerned before he started to move the books around on the table, trying to sort through them and put them into some sort of logical order, knowing that it would give a better chance of finding how to help you.

“We’ve just got to stay hopeful,” Sam said softly towards his brother, tapping a book against his hand as he continued to tidy the table in front of him. Dean just shook his head as he stood, one hand on his hip, the other dragging down his face to graze his stubble. He was starting to feel tired of feeling hopeful. Every time he dared to hope, every time he dared to think they were successful, something went wrong.

“I don’t think I have it in me,” Dean muttered, his hand remaining on his face, his features looking exhausted.

“Go back to her,” Sam all but commanded. Even though Dean had only just come back from your company, he knew deep down that was where Dean wanted to be. You had twelve hours left of life and he knew that if he was in Dean’s shoes, and Jess was in your position, he’d want to spend every moment he had with her. Dean just scoffed and shook his head.

“…and tell her that I’ve failed?” Dean’s voice quavered, he hated the thought of failing you and that is exactly what he had done. Sam just frowned at his brother, shaking his head slowly.

“You haven’t failed Dean, you heard Rowena. There is just something we’re missing. Maybe Y/N could help us just one, more, time.” Sam offered Dean a sad smile as Dean’s green eyes met his own. Dean knew his brother had a point, if anyone enjoyed research as much as Sam, it was you. If there was ever a deadline, a life on the line or someone had to think of something on the spot; they could always count on you.

With a solemn nod, Dean patted the table twice before walking towards his room, his hand slowly tracing the wood until the table ended. As he made his way to find Castiel for what could be the last time, Dean tried to work out how he was going to face you after the spell had failed. He just kept thinking about how your spirit seemed to have lifted when he had told you that you were right. Your words were echoing around in his head. I can’t wait to be home.

You were laying on the couch, watching the flames dancing against the wood. You knew it wouldn’t be long before the fire would die down and with how weak you were feeling, you didn’t have the energy to replace the wood. You just hoped that Dean would bring you home before you started to freeze, on top of everything else. Your breathing was deep and slow, it was the one thing you could do to keep yourself calm. However, the sound of boots behind you made your eyes widen. Dean hadn’t left you for long so you were concerned as to why he was back so soon.

“Dean?” You called as you gingerly tried to sit up, looking over your shoulder. Dean was slowly walking over to you from the front door and you noted how tired he looked, it had you concerned.

“Hey baby,” he replied softly and slowly, sitting by your side and gently entwining his fingers with your own. You frowned slightly when he wouldn’t look at you, his eyes were trained on your fingers mixed with his, his other hand playing with the ends of your fingers.

“I thought you had a spell to cast?” You queried, trying to calm the whirlwind of nerves as you squeezed his hand gently only for your stomach to drop when Dean’s glazed green eyes finally looked up into yours.

“…about that,” Dean started, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. His nervous tell. You knew in that moment that the spell hadn’t worked.

“It didn’t work,” you stated, knowingly. You didn’t have to ask him, you just knew. Dean noticed the look on your face and shifted in his seat, his hand still holding yours tightly.

“…well no, yes, sort of,” Dean stumbled over his words, his hand rubbing at his brow as it creased. He knew he had to tell you the truth but he couldn’t handle the thought of disappointing you. You frowned at Dean’s response, confused at how it could and couldn’t have worked.

“I don’t understand,” you replied, urging Dean to look back at you with your free hand, trying to encourage him to give you an explanation. Dean stopped rubbing at his brow and looked up into your Y/E/C eyes and took a deep breath.

“Nothing happened when I spoke the incantation. Nothing!” he said frustratingly as he stood up, letting go of your hand so he could pace the length of the couch, “the curse didn’t accelerate but it didn’t cure it either. Rowena seems to think we’re missing something somewhere and Sam uh, Sam thinks you can help us.”

You knew by his body language and his voice how frustrated Dean was. Even in your situation however, you still smiled slightly at Sam’s faith in you. Sam had always enjoyed having you as a research partner and he valued your opinion and insight on things. Even though now you were the one in trouble, you were the one with the life on the line, Sam still thought you could help somehow. You really were part of their little family.

“Well that’s a good thing,” you responded softly causing Dean to whip around to look at you upon hearing your answer. He stopped his pacing held his hands out to his sides.

“How can you be so positive?” He questioned as worry etched into his features before he started to pace the room again. He was looking around trying to find anything he could to help get you home. He was desperate, he might have missed a clue or a word, just something that could help. You shook your head as you watched him.

“What other choice do I have?” you sighed, patting the couch next to you, wanting the green eyed Winchester to take a moment to calm, “De, come, sit.” At your commanding tone, Dean did as he was told and fell onto the couch next to you. He took your hand again before leaning in to kiss your lips softly, his breath mingling with your own as he hovered his lips over yours.

“God, I need you home. I need you back home with me,” Dean thought aloud, mumbling the words against your lips as his forehead touched yours. You smiled, pulling back slightly as you cupped his cheek with your palm.

“Being here, it’s taught me a few things. Home to me isn’t a place, it’s who I’m with. You’re my home De, wherever you are, wherever you go, that’s my home,” you confessed, your eyes boring into his. You wanted him to know his worth, you wanted him to believe how much he meant to you.

“Sweetheart…god I wish I was man enough to tell you how I felt months ago,” Dean whispered as he nuzzled into your hand, his stubble tickling your skin. You rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone lovingly, your soft smile not leaving your lips.

“The past is past Dean. What does it matter? What matters is we got there in the end,” you admitted, his large hands warm on your thighs as he held them there, “we need to start looking forward, and you know if this is my time, I’m cool with that. I got to love you and you loved me back.”

“I’ll always love you Y/N, don’t…don’t talk like that,” Dean husked, pulling your hands back into his and catching your gaze once more, “I need you to know that…it’s always gonna be you sweetheart. Always.” Your eyes glazed over, the thought of not being his always was heart breaking to say the least but it was something you had to consider, and you had to let him know that you were ok if he wanted to move on.

“Dean…if this doesn’t work and I-”

“Don’t say it!” Dean interjected, his green eyes glazing over. “Don’t because I will never love anyone the way I love you. You have no idea how special you are do you? Man, you make my whole life light up with the little things that you do. The way you crinkle nose when Sam suggests a salad instead of a burger. The way you close your eyes and lose yourself to the music when we’re in baby. The way you love research, even though I’m not much for books, you make it bearable. And you know, even the whole damn snow globe collection. It’s what makes you, you,” he all but choked as he wiped away a stray tear that had trickled down your pale cheek, “I’m the luckiest man in the whole damn world because I got to fall in love with my best friend.”

“I love you,” you whispered, swallowing a sob, “and I love that you appreciate my hoarding of unique snow globes. Although, I think I might use them as target practice if I ever get out of here,” you half chuckled, looking deep into Dean’s eyes “I don’t think I want to see another snow globe ever again.” Dean chuckled lowly upon hearing your confession, raising his eyebrows slightly as he pulled you into him, wanting you as close as possible.

“I might join you on that one sweetheart,” he muttered lowly, looking over your shoulder at the dying flames of the fire.

You smiled sadly into Dean’s arms, you were relishing his warmth and touch, his arms wrapped around in you in that moment. You never in a million years would have thought that Dean would have confessed everything he had just done to you, or to anyone. He well and truly let his walls come down around you and you were grateful that you got to see that side of him, that he shared that side of him with you. His confession was something you would hold dear to your heart to the end of your days, whether that be tomorrow or in years to come. Dean loved the things about you that you were self-conscious of and that made you happy.

You remembered the last night you were in the real world, Dean didn’t moan or create a fuss when you wanted to stop to buy this snow globe. He just smiled, nodded and waited for you. Through all of your time knowing him, Dean had been nothing but understanding. Sure, you butted heads and had a few spats but he was always the one to make the first move to ensure you were ok. He’d often bring chocolate as a peace offering, the thought made you smile wider. You’d love some chocolate right about now. Even though you’d been trapped in this globe for a matter of days, you felt like you’d been here for eternity. Seeing Dean through the forest, exploring the cabin and the moment you tried to break your way out of the force field with a branch all seemed like months ago.

“Oh my god,” you mumbled into Dean’s shoulder, your eyes wide at your flashback thoughts. You pushed off Dean, causing him to look at you puzzled, his hands on your shoulders but you spoke before he could. “You’ve got to break me out!” You spoke quickly, trying to relay in the information to him as quickly as possible.

“Well yeah sweetheart, that’s what I’ve been trying to do,” Dean stated confused, frowning slightly as you started to shake your head frantically, your hands coming up to grasp at his shirt.

“No Dean. You’ve got to break the globe,” you reiterated, adding more information as you stared into his green orbs, pleading with him. “You’ve got to shatter it”

“Sweetheart no, that will kill you!” Dean exclaimed, grasping at your hands that were currently in tight balls in his shirt, “are you crazy? You saw what the curse did to you when you tried to break out, when the glass cracked in the outside world. You can’t be serious?!” Dean was in disbelief at hearing your theory. All that was going through his mind was the time you had tried to break free which only caused the curse the advance on your skin.

“It’s the only option left Dean!” you exclaimed, searching his eyes for his thoughts on the matter. You were convinced this was it, that this was what they were missing, you needed him to believe you. “Think about it, the globe is my prison, you said it yourself that the spell was missing something so maybe this is it,” you explained, pressing your palms now flat to his chest.

Silence fell upon the cabin as Dean looked down at your hands, his palms covering yours. Your gaze didn’t leave his face, you were looking for any tell, any expression to tell you what he was thinking in that moment. You felt like your mind was running at a million miles an hour, you needed him to believe you, you needed him to give this a shot. You weren’t even thinking of the consequences. If you were wrong, Dean was right – it would kill you.

“Dean, you know it makes sense. What else could it be?” You questioned softly, shuffling yourself impossibly closer to him, urging him to look at you. Dean caught your eyes and you noted how glazed his green orbs were. His hands tightened over yours.

“Sweetheart I-”

“-I trust you, please trust me on this,” you interjected, leaning your forehead back onto his, “bring me home De.” He wasted no time in colliding his lips with yours in a desperate attempt to remember how your lips felt. He poured every single one of his feelings into that kiss, his hands entwining in your hair as he kissed you, possibly for the last time.

In your room, everyone bar Dean had gathered around you. Sam checked his watch, it had been a long night and a few hours had passed. Rowena and Castiel were constantly checking on your welfare, ensuring that your health didn’t start to deteriorate at an even faster rate. Sam ran his large palm down his face as he spoke with Rowena, with six hours left, he hadn’t been able to find an answer in how to save you.

“Dean? What happened?” Castiel’s gravelly voice filled the room which made Sam look up from his laptop immediately. He noted how broken Dean looked, he’d lost colour in his cheeks and his eyes were red rimmed. Dean’s lip twitched as he looked around the room, his jaw slack.

“Y/N, she uh, she gave us an answer,” he replied solemnly, his hands running down his tired face. Sam stood up and placed his laptop behind him, walking towards his big brother.

“…to why the spell didn’t work?” Sam asked gingerly, not wanting to cause any more upset.

“Yeah.” Dean nodded, holding his hand over his mouth before placing it back in his pocket. “She…she thinks we need to destroy the globe.”

“But wouldn’t that kill her?” Sam asked and Dean just nodded once more, not wanting to say it out loud. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing you, not again, not like this.

“…not if she’s right” Rowena said softly, as if she was muttering to herself but she was addressing the whole room.

“and what if she’s not Rowena?” Dean shot back, although there was no harshness in his tone, “I break that glass, that’s it, game over.” He eyes glazed over at the thought, his voice hoarse with emotion. Rowena just stood from her place at your side and walked over to Dean, a caring look adorning her features.

“But if she is right, she’ll be home, with you” Rowena confirmed, her tone soft hoping to give Dean some comfort as she gestured towards your nearly lifeless body on the bed. Dean just started to shake his head, the thought of losing you by his hand was too much to take. Losing you once was hard enough, this was his second chance and he just couldn’t lose you again.

“I can’t…I can’t do this,” he quavered, exiting the room as quickly as he could leaving everyone concerned.

Outside of your room, Dean was pacing, his hands running backwards and forwards through his hair. He checked his watched as he paced and noted the countdown timer he had set. It read at 5.47 and the numbers were going down slowly. You had just under six hours left to live. Dean stopped his pacing and placed both of his hands on the wall in front of him, leaning his weight against them as he bowed his head. He didn’t even hear his brother until Sam was by his side, offering him his hand as a comfort. Dean didn’t move, he continued to look at the floor, his focus on his shoes.

“Sammy I can’t do it,” he whispered, holding back his tears, “what if I lose her?” Sam leant on the wall next to Dean, running a hand through his own long locks before folding his arms as he thought about the troubling choice they had to make.

“It’s fifty, fifty that this will work and with only 6 hours left, it’s the best shot we’ve got,” Sam admitted honestly, “I don’t like it any more than you do”

“I can’t risk her life on a fifty, fifty chance Sam,” Dean growled pushing himself up from the wall to face his younger brother. Sam offered his brother a half smile.

“…but you also can’t let her die without giving this a chance,” Sam stated, trying to be a voice of reason.

“I know dammit!” Dean raised his voice, slapping his hands against the wall of the bunker before taking in a deep breath, “son of a bitch, I know,” he admitted, his voice softer this time. Sam knew that this was going to be one of the hardest things that Dean would ever have to do. All he could do was be a reassurance to his brother, a shoulder to cry on and a punching bag if needs be.

“She trusts you, she loves you. This curse, it bound you together in more ways than one but that bond has always been there Dean. You know it so have faith in it,” Sam encouraged, unfolding his arms to place one on his brother’s shoulder, “bring her home.”

Dean just nodded, tapping at Sam’s hand as a thanking gesture for his words and comfort. He knew Sam was right, he knew that if he didn’t give this a go and you died, he’d forever torment himself with the what ifs. But if he does go through with it and he was the cause of your death? He would never forgive himself. He glanced down at his watch once more to the aluminous green numbers that were counting down the hours till you were no more, it made his stomach churn.

“I uh, I need a moment to get my head together you know?” Dean explained and Sam just nodded, understanding that his big brother was going to need some time alone.

“I’ll get the ingredients ready.”

Dean nodded at Sam in acknowledgement before turning and walking towards his room. He needed a drink, he needed a few drinks. Hell, he needed to drink the whole damn bottle. Once in his room, he walked slowly towards his bed, kneeling to the floor and pulling out his box full of polaroid photos once again. He also pulled out the same 50 year old whiskey that you had acquired for him. He searched through the tin until he found his favourite photo of you. The photo of you looking carefree in the summer, sitting on the bonnet of the impala, basking in the summer heat.

“I love you sweetheart,” he husked, tracing a finger over your face on the polaroid before taking a swig of whiskey, “I know you can’t hear me but damn baby, you’ve given me so much life over this past year. I can’t count the times you’ve made me smile and I just hope that I get the chance to make you smile every damn day because baby, your smile is just…” Dean took a breath as he tried to compose himself, sobs threatening to leave his mouth, he couldn’t be without you. “Come home to me Y/N,” he whispered, holding the photo close to him before placing it in his back pocket. He took another shot of whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn his throat as he searched around the room.

He was looking for one thing in particular, and that was his tool box. After five minutes of searching, he found it in the back of his wardrobe, the red metal box sticking out harshly against the wood. He roughly pulled it out, opening the metal box as fast as he could and letting his hand fall upon the cold wood of a hammer. That is what he was searching for. He let his fingers run over the metal as he took one final shot of whiskey. This was it.

He placed the bottle on his dresser before heading back towards your room, tool in hand. His steps became slower the closer he got, wanting to prolong the outcome for as long as he could. The thought of hurting you, killing you was weighing heavy on his heart but he had no other choice. With just over five hours to go before your death, it was now or never.

Entering your room, the candles were arranged in the exact same places that they were before. The room was dark, the ingredients were in the bowl at the altar and you were still lying there, waiting to be saved. There was a difference to the set up this time however, Dean noted that by the altar, by the bowl, was the snow globe that you were trapped in and his breath caught in his throat. Rowena, Cas and Sam stood at the end of your bed, looking towards the eldest Winchester as they awaited his next move. After a moment, Dean just gently nodded towards them as he made his way over to you, the wood of the hammer burning his palm.

Releasing a shaky breath, Dean took a moment to look at you before he looked back at the Latin scripted on the paper in front of him. His mouth felt dry as he opened it to begin the spell, his tongue like sandpaper against his mouth. Alas, the Latin still rolled off his tongue as fluently as before, the candles still started to flicker as they did before.

Hammer tight in his hand, Dean took a deep breath and spoke the final words of the incantation. He swallowed hard, blinking away tears as he brought the hammer up high. This was it. With one final word, he roared as the face of the heavy tool collided with the surface of the globe. The glass shattered into millions of tiny pieces, the water holding the fake snow spilling onto the floor as Dean dropped the hammer. The heavy metal hit the floor with a loud bang as Dean fell to his knees, a broken sob catching in his throat. He didn’t know if he had just been your executioner or been your saviour.

All he could do was wait.

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Shatter Me - Chapter Thirteen

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As Dean opened his eyes, he was greeted with the front of the cabin. The soft silence of the snow fall surrounded him as cold flakes landed upon his skin. He was nervous to see you again, he was afraid that he’d walk through that front door to find you unconscious or worse. Running a hand through his hair, he shook away the small pieces of snow as his large hand landed on the handle of the heavy cabin door. Pushing it open gently, he looked around to see the fire still roaring, just the way he left it.

“Y/N?” he called softly, closing the door behind him as his eyes landed on your figure curled up on the couch, covered in the blanket he had left you in. He offered a sad smile as he walked to where you were laying, lowering himself to his knees next to you, “Y/N?” he husked, his hand running through your hair and down your cheek gently as he started to see your eyes flicker. He couldn’t explain the feeling he had when your eyes connected with his, his smile said it all when it grew wide, “hey there sleeping beauty,” he whispered, planting a lingering kiss against your forehead.

“De?” You replied, your throat hoarse and sore. It was taking a while for you to come round, your eyelids were heavy and Dean noted how they kept fluttering closed for a few seconds before opening again.

“Yeah sweetheart, it’s me,” Dean nodded, his hand still stroking your hair, “how you feeling?”

“Fine,” you replied quickly, coughing slightly before you tried to sit yourself up. But it was of no use, you didn’t have the strength in your arms or your body to help you move. So you slowly lay yourself back down on the sofa, allowing a tear to trickle down your cheek. Dean had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat, before he moved to sit on the couch next to you.

“Come here,” he almost whispered, gently lifting your head and placing it in his lap, his hands going back to play with your hair as you looked up at him. You’d seen Dean’s soft side a number of times, especially when it came to looking after either you or Sammy after a hunt if either of you were hurt.

“How’s things on the flip side?” you questioned, your voice quiet knowing if you spoke any louder, your throat would hurt more than it already did. Dean chuckled slightly, looking down at you, one eyebrow arching.

“If that’s your way of asking if we’ve found the way to bring you home, we have,” he smiled softly, his gaze now focusing on the few strands of hair that had slipped in front of your face, “Sammy’s just gathering the ingredients we need for the spell.” You smiled hearing that, you still remained hopeful somewhat, even though you were on the edge of falling apart.

“Was I right about the globe?” you asked and Dean’s smile remained, you loved being right and the amount of times you had put Dean in his place with your research were too many to count.

“Yeah baby, you were right,” Dean nodded, tilted his head to the side as he ran his thumb over your forehead, “as always.” You chuckled at that before trying to move out of your blanket confines, you wanted to run your hands along his skin, pull him closer to you.

“I can’t wait to be home,” you sighed, the feeling of being tired all the time starting to weigh you down. You tried to move off of Dean’s lap, using your arms to assist you in a sitting up position. You almost got there but your arms decided to let you down at the last second, causing you to collide with Dean’s chest.

“Hey, take it easy,” Dean all but begged, worry etched in his brow as he looked at you.

“Dean I’m fine,” you fired back, trying not to snap at him as he was helping you to sit up, “i’m sorry just…please don’t treat me like I’m fragile,” you pleaded, looking up into his pine coloured eyes. Dean just smiled slightly, the creases at the sides of his eyes showing as he looked at you. Before Dean could respond, the blanket that you were encased in dropped slightly, revealing to him what you were wearing underneath, the only thing you were wearing underneath.

“You’re still wearing my flannel,” he stated, whilst swallowing hard. He knew the last time he was here you were in just his shirt and it was a sight he would happily see every damn day for the rest of his life. You just smiled bashfully, your head dipping slightly as you caught his scent on the collar.

“It still smells like you,” you admitted quietly, a blush tainting your cheeks as you looked at your fingers. Dean couldn’t help but adore your reaction and knowing that he was a comfort to you, made his heart swell. With one hand, he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb running lovingly over your bottom lip before kissing you softly.

“You remember that time you wore my flannel after the vamp hunt in Chicago? You’d been with us about 7 months…”

Dean watched as you stormed around the room, throwing your gun onto the bed in anger before sitting to pull off your combat boots. The too got thrown across the room as you muttered obscenities under your breath. Dean’s seen you get worked up before, after a warm shower you normally calm down but Sam had claimed it first, leaving you all wound up.

“Damn bastard vamps ripping my bastard clothes,” you fumed, pulling off your second boot and throwing it hard to the floor, “and did I pack spares? No of course I didn’t!” you grumbled, looking at yourself in the mirror in the room. Your jeans had a few slashes, your top had near enough been torn off your body but luckily you held no injury. That was all thanks to Dean Winchester and his little brother who stormed in behind you to behead the vamp that decided to use your clothes as his carving project.

“Y/N check my duffel, I packed a few extra, you can wear one of those,” Dean said half amused from your side, his hand putting pressure on the open wound on his chest. You span on the spot, arching an eyebrow at the green eyed Winchester who was sitting on the edge of the double bed.

“Dean Winchester is letting me wear one of his flannels? I thought that honour was only reserved for the special ladies?” you sassed, arms crossed over your chest with a slight smirk pulling at your lips.

“Well looks like I need to make an exception unless you fancy walking around in just your underwear.” He smirked as he raised his eyebrows once in a suggestive manner, “Hell I don’t mind that second option, saves on laundry,” Dean retorted and you just scoffed, rolling your eyes at man in front of you.

“If only you’d be that lucky,” you challenged, walking towards Dean’s duffel, lifting it up and placing it on the bed next to him.

“Hey maybe next time I won’t pack any spares,” Dean suggested, sticking his bottom lip out as he nodded his head, looking like he was actually considering doing that. You playfully slapped his uninjured arm and made your way back to your duffel which was next to the bathroom door. Unfortunately, Sam was already in the shower meaning you had nowhere private to change and you didn’t fancy sitting in vamp juice for any longer than needed.

Looking over at Dean, you gave him a pointed look and he just rolled his eyes as he turned away from you. If you were being honest with yourself, you wouldn’t actually mind if Dean saw you in your underwear, it actually gave you quite a thrill knowing that he could peek on you at any given moment as you peeled your shredded shirt off your skin. Your feelings for the eldest Winchester were only increasing as time went on, no matter how many times you tried to get laid and scratch your itch, you knew it was only going to be Dean that would be able to get rid of it completely.

Across the room, as you changed, Dean angled himself back towards you just a fraction. He was able to watch you from the reflection in the mirror you were just looking in. He knew he shouldn’t be looking, but he couldn’t help himself. You were everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman. If he was to settle down, live an apple pie life, you were the kind of woman he would do it with. He felt his mouth go dry when you peeled off the shredded shirt, your skin was perfect and smooth. His eyes fell on the curve of your back and he was hoping that you would turn around so he could take in everything about you. However, you unknowingly dashed his hopes as you shrugged on his flannel, only turning around when you were doing up the last few buttons.

Even though you were covered, the sight of you in his clothing made Dean’s palms sweat. His breath was hitched in his throat, his tongue tied in his mouth. You looked so beautiful. You had left a few buttons undone, allowing just a glimpse of cleavage to be seen. Dean had slowly been having feelings for you over the past few months but in this particular moment, he knew he was a goner. You’d captured his heart and soul. Dean went to move back to stare at the motel door when a sharp pain erupted across his chest.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean winced, his open wound pulsing, fresh blood oozing from his injury. Within a second, you were at his side, hair tucked behind your ears.

“Here let me look,” you encouraged softly, trying to pry his hand from atop his shirt. Dean’s heart quickened in his chest, he couldn’t sit in front of you topless, and he couldn’t feel your soft fingers on his skin as he was sure he would combust.

“It’s fine,” Dean stated, trying to shrug you off as if the injury was nothing but you weren’t taking his shit today. He was injured and it needed to be dealt with.

“Dean,” your stern voice echoed throughout the room, the stare down between you and Dean was only sound tracked by the water running from the shower.

Dean finally relented, moving his hand off his wound and started to undo his flannel. With a small smile, you moved to grab the first aid kit before turning back around to find a nearly topless Dean on the bed. He was struggling with getting his t shirt over his head due to where his injury was. You placed the first aid kit down at his side before placing your hands on the hem of his shirt, gently helping it to go over his head. However, once Dean was freed from his cotton confines, he was greeted with an eyeful of your flannel clad breasts. His eyes went a little wide and he swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing pink along with tips of his ears before he looked down at his hands.

“You ok there cowboy?” you asked playfully, pulling a chair up and placing it in front of him before opening up the kit.

“Yeah…yeah I’m good.” Dean let out a long breath, frowning and muttering explicit words as you started to clean his wound with what whiskey you had left.

Soon he felt numb, he was captivated by watching you work. You stuck your tongue out slightly over your bottom lip as you gently cleaned away the dried blood that was stuck to his skin. The wound wasn’t as bad as all the blood made out and that was something you were thankful for, you were never a fan of giving stitches but if needs must, you would. Dean had noticed how some strands of hair had fallen in front of your face and it took everything he had in him to not reach up and tuck them behind your ear. Feeling his stare, you smiled slightly, moving to grab the medical dressing from the box.

“Have I got vamp juice on my face or something?” you questioned, looking up at Dean, catching his eye as he stared down at you. However, Dean just cleared his throat and looked down at you undoing the bandage.

“No, no,” he replied, coughing slightly. You just nodded and carried on working on his wound. You gently placed the bandage in place, wrapping it around his chest a few times to keep it in place. Each time you came in close to pass the bandage from one hand to the other, you could faintly smell Deans’ cologne and it made your mouth water. You’d give anything you could to run your hands over his body, to kiss every freckle and to kiss every scar. You tied a knot in the bandage and tucked it into the material, tapping it lightly. You could still feel Dean’s stare, you knew he was watching your hands and his heavy breathing made you quiver slightly. You had to question whether he was feeling what you were.

“Well it’s not gonna need stitches or anything but erm…” you all but whispered, your hand taking on a mind of its own as it trailed over the edge of the bandage, ghosting Dean’s skin. As your hand moved above his heart, you could feel how rapidly it was beating beneath your touch and it made you swallow hard, “you-you’ll need to keep it clean,” you all but stuttered as you left your hand to linger on his skin for a second to long. You closed your eyes and went to move it away when Dean caught your wrist.

“Y/N,” he husked, holding your wrist tightly and encouraging you to look at him. You slowly turned to look at him, the feeling of his hand gripped on you burning into your skin. You caught his eye and you couldn’t work out his expression. His eyes were soft but dark, his breathing was irregular, his skin seemed flushed.

“Dean what-”

“I needed that shower,” Sam declared as he swung open the bathroom door, ruffling his hair in a towel. You felt Dean quickly let go of your wrist and you moved away from him, heading towards the bathroom where Sam had just appeared. Sam noted the weird tension in the room, a frown appearing on his features. “You guys ok?”

“Yeah good,” you replied, a small smile on your lips as you gathered your toiletries and entered the bathroom. Before you closed the door, you caught Dean as he gazed past his brother and at you. You gave him a small smile before you closed the door, one which he returned.

“Peachy,” Dean grumbled, staring at the now closed bathroom door.

“You had my heart racing that night,” Dean smiled fondly at the memory, remembering how he felt, as if it was yesterday, “my palms were clammy, my mouth was dry and to be honest, those feelings towards you have never changed,” he admitted, taking your hands in his as your cheeks reddened at his confession.

“I thought you’d be able to hear my heart it was beating that loud,” you slightly chuckled, looking down at your entwined fingers. Dean took a moment to take in everything about you, he just wished he had the nerve to tell you back then instead of now. Maybe then, you wouldn’t be in the situation you were in.

“If Sammy hadn’t opened the bathroom door…I would’ve-”

“-me too,” you finished his sentence, thinking he was insinuating that he would have leaned in for a kiss but Dean shook his head. An action that you slightly frowned at.

“No you don’t understand Y/N. It was that moment, that exact moment in that motel room that I realised, it…it hit me like a freight train,” he admitted, closing his eyes slightly and holding your hands tighter.

“Realised what?” You questioned, gently squeezing his hands back in a sign of encouragement, your eyebrows creasing together. Dean took a deep breath, opening his eyes to look straight into yours.

“I love you sweetheart,” he confessed, bringing your hands to his lips, “with everything that I have, I love you,” he husked and your eyes grew wide. You never expected those words to leave his lips, especially towards you.

“De…I-” you stumbled over your words as you pulled your hands away from his. Dean looked almost disappointed before you placed your hands either side of his stubble covered cheeks, a smile adorning your lips, “I love you too.”

“Really?” Dean took a breath, smiling at you widely, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes really,” you half chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully at him for even needing to ask that question. You dropped your gaze from his eyes to his lips and let yours hover above them for a second before taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “I want you De,” you almost whispered, giving Dean a barely there kiss. You felt his breath hot and heavy over your mouth as he rolled his head to the side, his forehead still connected to yours, his eyes closed.

“Baby, as much as I want to and I really want to,” he husked, his tongue running along his bottom lip, “you’re not…it’s not…I don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed, his eyes opening to look into yours once more. You kissed his cheek softly, then his jawline and then you placed one at the edge of his lips before you pulled back away from Dean.

“You could never hurt me,” you stated softly, taking your hands out of Dean’s to your blanket where you pulled it away from you, revealing yourself fully to the green eyed Winchester.

In a single second, Dean captured your lips in his, his hands gently squeezing at the tops of your arms. In that single kiss, you felt everything Dean had to give you, all of his love and all of his emotion. Your hands travelled up to his torso, fisting his shirt as you angled your head to deepen the kiss. Dean’s tongue traced your bottom lip as you let out a breathless moan, his large hands ghosting down your sides to land on your hips. With a gentle squeeze, Dean assisted you into his lap, never breaking contact with your lips as he devoured you.

Hooking one of his arms around your back, he held you firmly to his chest as his free hand held your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin there. His momentum slowed slightly as he drank you in, nose nudging yours, his lips barely connecting with your skin. Dean was appreciating everything you are and were. He slowly stood, you still in his arms as he walked closer to the fire place before softly placing you down in front of it, and he wanted to keep you warm. As he gently placed you down, you slowly laid back and pulled him down on top of you by his collar. He leant over you on one arm, his free hand working on the buttons of his flannel.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, your fingertips playing with the nape of his neck as you brought him in for another searing kiss. Once his lips connected with yours, you made work of his clothes. You tugged on the hem of his top, encouraging him to break contact with you for a moment as you chucked it to the floor behind you. Reaching forward, you placed your palms on his chest, feeling his muscles tense under your tender touch, a reaction which made you smile.

Dean’s kiss swollen lips left your own, making their way down to your jaw to the nape of your neck. You gasped, feeling his stubble grazing your skin, his calloused fingers still working on those final buttons of the flannel. Once the last button was undone, Dean spread the flannel wide before leaning back to admire all of you. He didn’t see the cracks, they may as well had not been there because to Dean, you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He ran his hands up from your hips to the side of your breasts, ensuring no fabric was restricting his view of you.

With no panties to contend with, Dean traced one finger up around from the side of your breasts, down between the valley of your cleavage to your naval. He stopped momentarily as you bit your lip, squirming slightly underneath his touch before he continued his pleasurable pursuit on your body. His fingers reached your already wet folds and you heard him growl slightly. It only took a brief look to his crotch to see how he was already bulging. You didn’t want to wait for him any longer, you didn’t want to get lost in foreplay, you were ready and you needed him now.

Reaching forward, you slowly pulled yourself up with the assistance of Dean, your hands quickly working on his jeans. You shuffled them down his legs, your hands eagerly freeing his already hardened cock. With a quick manoeuvre, Dean had kicked his pants off to the side and he rested himself between your legs, ensuring you were comfortable as you lay back down beneath him. His nose once again nudged yours as his kiss stained lips ghosted your own. You felt how he was nudging at your entrance teasingly and you mewled beneath him, closing your eyes briefly. As you opened them again, staring into Dean’s striking green orbs, no words needed to be shared before he bottomed out inside you.

You arched your back with pleasure, relishing the burn and fullness you felt of Dean’s cock being inside you. Dean dropped his head to the nape of your neck as he let out a shaky breath, never wanting to forget how perfect you felt wrapped around him, how perfect you felt beneath him. Your hands came out to hold onto Dean’s biceps, your nails gently digging into his skin to encourage him to move. He withdrew to his tip before his hips started to roll into you and you let out a breathless moan. He was hitting your spot over and over again as he’d rested his hands just under your hips, angling them up to meet his thrusts.

Your hands were gripping at the rug beneath you, your fingers running through the fur while Dean was groaning above you. His pace slowing slightly as he came to hover over you, his arms now either side of your head. He kissed the edge of your nose as he slowly bottomed out in you again, his lips capturing yours. He withdrew to the tip once more, allowing himself to lean on one arm as his free hand made its way down your body to between your legs. He found your sensitive bud and began to circle it slowly, his lips never leaving yours. You gripped at his biceps, the feeling that was washing over you was one you wished you could drown in. You felt the coil begin to tighten in your belly as you gasped against Dean’s lips. You couldn’t stand feeling empty anymore, you needed him. You wrapped your legs around his waist as tight as you possibly could, using your heels to stimulate his movement once again.

Dean took the hint, burying himself to the hilt inside you in a quick motion that made you mewl beneath him. You didn’t move your heels, the new angle allowing him to penetrate you deeper than he had been doing before. His name escaped your lips more than once in rapid succession with each thrust Dean gave. The coil in your belly close to snapping, you wrapped your arms around his neck, his chest flush with yours. The friction of his movements made you clench around him which only encouraged Dean to growl in your ear.

With his pubic bone grinding over your clit with each thrust, you were swimming in ecstasy. His lips were kissing down your neck, nipping, sucking at your flesh. It wasn’t long before his hips started to shudder and his breathing became irregular, you knew he was close. You used your hands to guide Dean’s lips back to yours and the moment they connected, you felt the coil snap. You gasped loudly against his swollen lips earning a groan from Dean in return. He helped you ride out your high, kissing you with fervour as he chased his own end. With a shaky breath and a few more thrusts, Dean let go and moaned your name, coating your insides with his seed.

He rested his head in the nape of your neck, trying to catch his breath. You just smiled and held him close, relishing the feeling of his weight on top of you. You wanted to remember every little thing, his scent, the way his hot breath felt upon your skin, the way he kissed you; truth was you were scared. Terrified. You didn’t know how long you’d got left, you didn’t know if the way to bring you home would even work. Each time they tried, the curse advanced some more and you knew your body wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Dean slowly lifted his head from your neck and captured your lips in a soft kiss before rolling gently off you to the side. As you lay there in post orgasmic bliss, appreciating the sounds of the crackling fire beside you, Dean had been to the bathroom and back with a warm towel to help you clean up. He grabbed the discarded blanket from earlier and draped it across you both as he lay back by your side. He opened his arm to you and you eagerly took your place, leaning on his chest.

“Roaring fireplace, log cabin in the woods, having your way with me in front of the open flames. De you’re becoming more and more hallmark by the second,” you mused, tracing patterns on his chest as you bit back a smile, hearing Dean playfully huff beneath you.

“You know wha-” Dean started but couldn’t finish, his eyes shut tight as he winced slightly. Something which you noticed and had you concerned.

“You alright?” you asked, leaning up slightly to get a better view of his face. Dean just looked down on you, his features soft as his large hand stroked at your back.

“I’m pretty sure I just head Cas in my head,” he mentioned softly, knowing what this meant, “everything is ready, they’re waiting on me.”

“Oh,” was your simple response, a little disappointed that Dean had to be leaving so soon. “You best get go-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as it felt like a film had covered your throat. You viciously coughed, being unable to keep it in. Hand over your mouth, your eyes watered with how sore your throat was becoming. You pulled your hand away only to notice it was covered in your blood, crimson staining your skin.

“Y/N!” Dean panicked, sitting himself more upright, encouraging you to do the same.

“It’s fine, I’m good,” you lied, wiping your hand on the towel Dean had previously brought over. However the green eyed Winchester saw through your lies, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch your chin, encouraging you to look at him.

“Sweetheart-”

“-Dean, haven’t you got a spell to cast?” you interrupted gently before looking up at him through your lashes, “go, I’ll be fine. You’re bringing me home right?” you asked, offering him a small smile as your hand wrapped around his. Dean just brought you into him once more, kissing your forehead before capturing your plump lips with his own.

“Right you are baby,” Dean whispered against your lips, hoping with everything that he had that you would be home before the day was out.

Sam woke Dean gently, hating that he had to pull his brother away from you. However knowing that you could be home within the next half an hour made him feel a bit better about it all. As Dean woke slowly, his green eyes adjusted to the darkness before looking up to his little brother. Sam just offered a half smiled and nodded, no words needed to be exchanged, Dean knew it was time to bring you home.

Your room was dim when Dean entered, Sam by his side. The only lighting in the room were the few candles that Rowena had placed around your body and on the surfaces that surrounded you. Dean felt a heavy weight in his chest, he’d just spend what could have been his last ever moments with you and it terrified him. His eyes were trained on your form, motionless on the bed, he didn’t even notice Rowena coming up to his side to place a comforting hand on his arm.

“Everything’s ready,” she spoke softly with sincerity. She offered Dean a small smile before making her way over to where Castiel was standing at the foot of the bed. Sam was still at his brother’s side, his hand firmly on his shoulder as he gave a squeeze of encouragement.

“Are you ready?” Sam asked from the side of Dean, his voice gentle.

“As I’ll ever be,” Dean nodded before taking his place by the make shift altar at the side of your bed. “So…” he let the sentence trail off, looking slightly to his left for Rowena’s instruction. The red haired witch just cleared her throat before explaining.

“All the ingredients are in the bowl. You just need to recite the incantation from that page in front of you and then ignite the ingredients at the end,” she stated, using her hands to help with her explanation.

“Ok,” Dean nodded, rubbing his hands on his jeans, “here goes.” Dean ticked his head to the side as he let out a shaky breath, stretching his arms out in front of him before he placed his palms down either side of the bowl. He took a moment to himself, his eyes closed as he remembered your arms around him. He remembered the feeling of your kisses on his lips, the way you smiled at him, the sound of your voice when you said I love you too.

Dean opened his watered eyes and blinked away the tears, before looking down at the piece of paper in front of him. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Dean started to read the Latin that was scripted on the paper in front of him. His mind focused on you, he allowed his voice to become more confident with each piece of Latin that rolled off his tongue. The candles in the room started to flicker, the company in the room held their breath as Dean spoke the last final words, igniting the ingredients in the bowl. Half the candles in the room blew out, the ingredients glowing red before the flames fizzled into nothing. The room was silent. Dean’s eyes snapped to your figure, waiting, hoping for some kind of movement.

But there was nothing. The cracks still adorned your skin, your flesh was still pale in colour, and your body was still.

The spell hadn’t worked.

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Shatter Me - Chapter Twelve

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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Chapter warnings: 18+ angst, lot of angst, a few swears, mentions of death and grief.

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With a stiff neck, Dean awoke on the couch in the library only to find it empty. The tables laden with books and lore but the chairs were bare of bodies. Groaning slightly, Dean sat up and rubbed at the base of his skull, trying to ease his tension. The images of you in pain flashed through his mind. The way your skin cracked, the way your screams pieced his ears; he never wanted to see you in that much pain ever again.

He jolted from his seat, rushing his way through the library, past the kitchen with the intent of getting to his room. He didn’t even question why the library was empty, his mind wasn’t on the likes of his brother, the witch or the angel. His mind was only on you and the damn snow globe that was your prison. His mind on you and his gaze to the floor, his shoulder collided with a body that made him grunt to a halt. The body of his younger brother.

“Dean! I-it’s Y/N, she’s-”

“-yeah I know Sam, I saw it happen,” Dean somewhat snapped, pushing past Sam to get to his room, “we need to get her out, now!” He barked, forcefully opening his door causing it to bounce of the wall. Sam followed, holding out his hand to keep Dean’s door open.

“But we don’t know where she is,” he said as more of a statement than a question, his brow creasing as he watched his brother march to the other side of his bed.

“Yeah, we do,” Dean corrected as he made his way to the snow globe that was perched on his bed side table. The globe seemed almost luminous in the darkness, a faint blue hue emitting from it, the same blue hue that appeared when you got trapped in there the first time.

Dean hesitantly picked up the globe, in fear of breaking it. He did as you suggested, he scanned the globe and sure enough, there were cracks surrounding the glass at the base. Thick, deep cracks edged into the globe and Dean felt himself vibrate with anger. All this time, you’d been right next to where he’d been sleeping. How did he not know? How did he not see it?

“Son of a bitch, it’s been here, she’s been here, all along.” Dean’s eyes shot over towards his little brothers, Sam’s expression mirroring his own. Shock, relief, worry. Dean held the globe at the base as he gingerly made his way around to his bedroom door. Sam’s eyes were trained on the globe, he himself not believing that you had been under their nose this entire time.

“So how do we get her out?” Sam questioned, shutting Deans bedroom door behind him as he followed him into the corridor.

“That’s what we’ve got to figure out,” he mumbled as he continued to stare into the globe. He didn’t know what he was looking for, he didn’t know if he would be able to see you actually in there or not but somehow, he couldn’t look away.

Both brothers made their way to your room where you were currently being monitored and looked after by both Rowena and Castiel. When the curse took a hold of you, and hastened its progress, they both rushed to your bedside. Castiel did his best to use his grace to try and slow it down whilst Rowena was using all manner of spells to keep you healthy but it was proving to be a hard job. Nothing was touching it. Nothing was stopping it. You were deteriorating minute by minute, from the curse and from malnutrition.

As Dean entered your room, he wasn’t prepared for what he saw. Your body seemed more lifeless than it was before, if that was possible. You were pale, your skin greying, the cracks marking your skin. He placed the globe on the side, quickly and gently, in fear that he might drop it with the emotions that he was feeling. Sam joined Dean’s side and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as Dean turned to look at you once more. He rubbed at his face, before placing his hands on his hips.

“How’s, how’s she looking?” He questioned, swallowing a lump in his throat. Dean noticed how Castiel and Rowena shared a look and he frowned, stepping forward slightly.

“Dean, I-I, it’s not good. She’s probably got 24 hours, if that” Rowena stumbled over her words, not wanting to upset the boys but unfortunately, it was inevitable. Dean’s eyes grew wide as he brought his first to his mouth, turning around and looking away. Sam’s face read panic as he moved around his brother, facing Rowena.

“24 hours?!” Sam exclaimed looking between the angel and the witch, not understanding how they had such little time left. Rowena opened her mouth to speak but she was cut off by Dean as he turned back to face the group.

“It knows we’re on to it,” he scoffed, “it’s like it’s self-aware, how can a curse be self-aware?!” Dean almost growled, his gaze zeroing in on Rowena, looking for an answer which made her feel slightly uncomfortable.

“It depends on the magic.” Was her simple reply, and it was true. It did depend on the magic. However that response only infuriated Dean. He balled his fists at his sides, his jaw ticked as his voice roared.

“Don’t try and justify it Rowena!” He shouted, “your kind, magic and witchcraft, it’s what got her here in the first place!” He accused as he got dangerously close the witch. Rowena flinched back slightly, her hands behind her back reaching for a surface to ensure she didn’t fall.

“Dean, enough!” Castiel commanded, mirroring Dean’s stance from the other side of the bed. Dean’s expression didn’t change, his blood was boiling as he pointed towards Cas in a manner of authority.

“No! You weren’t there. You didn’t see what it did to her. You didn’t see how it literally tore her body apart when she remembered what happened, when she figured out where the hell she was,” he exclaimed, his voice laced thick with emotion. With Dean’s last admission however, Castiel’s frown weakened as he looked between Dean and Sam.

“You know where she is?” Castiel urged, walking around to stand next to Dean, strategically trying to get him to move away from Rowena. Dean didn’t move, his stare was firmly planted on you laying still on the bed. He leant forward onto his knuckles as he lowered his head, his heart pounding in his chest. The air was tense around all of them and Sam knew that Dean could blow at any given moment, he was emotionally charged. Trying to be of comfort to his brother, Sam began to explain.

“Y/N went into the store to buy this particular snow globe the day it all went down. Look at the base of the globe, it’s covered in cracks just like…just like-”

“-she is.” Dean’s voice was low, gravelled as he cut in, “she remembered. She remembers the curse, the feeling of her soul being torn from her body, she’s remembers everything and if that witch was still alive, I would make her pay over and over again!” Dean’s voice started to elevate in volume towards the end of his sentence as he pushed himself off the bed with anger, turning his back to Rowena.

“Dean…” Sam cautioned, raising his eyebrows at him slightly, warning him to calm down. Dean nodded slightly, understanding his brother’s silent looks to tone it down and keep his cool. He ran a hand across his forehead before turning back to the redhead.

“Did you find the answer or not?” Dean pushed, his tone still sharp but his delivery low. Rowena nodded, her hands slightly jittery as she turned the pages in her journal.

“Yes, we did and now we know where the wee less is being kept, we can get her home,” she explained, her fingers brushing the ink on the paper, “we’ll just need some time to get the ingredients together.”

“DAMMIT ROWENA, WE DON’T HAVE TIME!” Dean roared, his temper exploding, his emotions flooding out of him. He batted away Rowena’s books before roughly running his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands.

“ENOUGH DEAN!” Sam interjected, grabbing onto Dean roughly and tugging him towards the doorway, “enough, come on, you can help me get some of the stuff.” He pushed Dean out of the room before sending Rowena an apologetic smile, grabbing the list of ingredients from the side table. He looked at Castiel and nodded towards the witch and Cas knew that Sam wanted him to look after her and make sure she was ok.

Sam marched Dean down the hall, heading towards storage. One of his hands on Dean’s shoulder and the other on the top of his arm, ensuring that he kept him walking in the one direction. Two pairs of footsteps echoing down the empty halls, Dean’s huffing the only other sound to be heard. Before they reached the room, Dean snapped and pulled himself forcefully from Sam’s grasp.

“Get off me Sam, you don’t get to frogmarch me out like I’m some damn kid!” He roared, shrugging his shoulders before slamming open the door to their stocked supplies. Sam just huffed himself, frowning at his brothers actions.

“Yeah, then don’t act like one!” he chided, following Dean into the room and placing the list of ingredients onto a shelf, “what the hell was all that about?!” He questioned, annoyance lacing his tone. Dean just rolled his eyes as he flicked from one item to the other, his attention not really on what he was looking for.

“You know damn well,” he grunted. Sam just allowed his frown to deepen, one hand running through his brown locks.

“No I don’t Dean,” Sam retorted, “but wait, let me guess. It’s about how much you hate witches right? Yeah we know but that does not give you the right to blow up on Rowena the way you just did. She’s here, helping us Dean. No strings.” Sam crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows in his hairline as he shot Dean a look. Sam knew that he was right, Dean did too as he sighed and ran a hand across his brow.

“I know, dammit, I know,” Dean almost whispered before grabbing the list of ingredients off the shelf. He took a moment to glance over it before looking back up at his brother, “but come on Sammy, Rowena’s just said Y/N has twenty four hours at most and we still have to wait around for ingredients. If I lose her, I-”

“-we won’t Dean,” Sam interrupted, taking a step close to his brother to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Hey, remember the day she came into our lives? What a ball of fire she was? Man the look on your face.” Sam laughed, he remembered the day well, and it was a fond memory for him as well as Dean. The eldest Winchester smiled fondly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“How could I forget,” Den conceded, “werewolf hunt, Idaho, about a year and a half ago”

The house was run down, beads of water dripping from the ceiling creating an eerie atmosphere as the brothers scoped the place for their target. They were in the middle of some woodland, they had tracked a pack of werewolves to this exact spot only to be greeted with nothing but silence. The hairs on the back of Dean’s neck were standing on end as he surveyed his surroundings. A clash from the kitchen made both brothers point their guns towards that door. Dean made the signal to Sam that he was going in first to which Sam nodded. Slowly, Dean reached for the round door handle and turned it to open, pushing the door away from them.

Taking a step inside, Dean curled his nose at the smell. He almost miss the quiet shuffle to the right of him, he almost missed the 6ft werewolf that was waiting in the shadows, preparing to strike. Unfortunately for the werewolf, Dean’s reflexes were faster than he was. As he pounced, Dean swiftly moved to the left, allowing himself to come up behind the man and knocking him just hard enough with his gun to make him immobile. He also shot a silver bullet in his kneecap for good measure. Grabbing the werewolf by the collar, Dean slid him up onto a chair whilst Sam made work on binding the man’s hands. Dean bent down in front of the wolf, his green eyes scanning his face as a slight smirk sat upon his lips.

“You know what Fido, being puppy chow is not on my to do list for today,” he quipped, waving his gun around slightly as he straightened up. The werewolf just sat there, a smug smile planted on his face as he leant back in his chair.

“That’s what you think,” the wolf retorted, “you can kill me, go ahead, I’m loyal to my pack and they’ll be loyal to me,” He said with an aggressive tone to which Dean just laughed. Sam’s face remained stoic as he looked around the room, he was looking for any kind of sign as to where the rest of this werewolves’ pack could be. They had been tracking them for a couple of days, he was almost certain that this was their home.

“Loyal? They left you high and dry” Dean scoffed, waving his arms around wide to back up the fact that this wolf was alone. But the wolf just grinned, his posture relaxed despite a silver bullet in his kneecap.

“That’s what you think,” he replied as he leant forward slightly on his chair, his eyes boring into Deans. The eldest Winchesters face became void of emotion at that statement, a million variables running through his head, that was, until he heard cars and trucks pull up outside. The headlights beaming through the small cracks in the boarded up windows. Realisation dawned on Sam quicker than it did on Dean.

“He’s bait,” Sam stated, squaring out his shoulders as he looked towards the werewolf tied up on the chair. The werewolves smile got wider.

“…and bingo was his name-o,” the wolf sang, almost mocking Dean’s earlier quip as he stared down the brothers.

“Son of a bitch!” Dean exclaimed, as he ticked his jaw. Sam moved silently, holding his gun close to his chest as he snuck to the front door, aiming to scope out as many as he possibly could. The wolf chuckled, bring Dean’s full attention back to him.

“You’re surrounded. So much for the all mighty Winchesters,” the werewolf taunted. It only took a second but the monster’s smugness turned to fear in seconds when he saw how Dean’s face had changed. His eyes were dark, his shoulders were square and his gun was pointed straight at the werewolf’s heart.

“Shut your goddamn mouth,” Dean hissed before pulling the trigger. Crimson painted the already dirty surfaces as the silver bullet entered the wolf. It took only a second, but the life drained from the monsters eyes as it slumped forward. Dean pulled up his nose in disgust before joining Sam by the front door. Dean didn’t even have to ask his little brother about the situation, his look was merely enough for Sam to respond.

“I counted ten but there could be more,” Sam said in a hushed tone, not wanting to give away their already vulnerable position. Dean just nodded his head slightly, puffing out his lower lip.

“Good job I brought enough bullets,” Dean quipped, motioning for Sam to step back so they could take their defensive positions. Sam nodded, turning what small lock was in the door before retreating next to his brother. Luckily the place had already been barricaded, whether this was a tactic by the werewolves so they knew the Winchester brothers would have only one point of entry was a mystery, but it was certainly working to their advantage now.

It didn’t take long before the door handle starting to jimmy before banging came upon the front door. The lock wasn’t going to hold for long, pieces of wood already falling from the blocked out window thanks to the strength of whoever was outside. Dean and Sam raised their guns, with one point of entry, they knew they had a good stand. They would be able to hit each one as they tried to enter, at least that’s what they thought.

The banging on the door soon stopped only to be replaced with a commotion amongst the pack. Screaming and shouting could be heard echoing outside which had the brothers confused. Taking steady steps towards the door, now being able to use the freed up window to see better, they were greeted with members of the pack being assassinated where they stood. They were all in a panic, none of them knew where the silent kills were coming from. Some were cowering behind others, some were sniffing the air to try and get a scent of an intruder but before it could register, they would be taken down by another bullet.

Noting that there were only a few werewolves remaining, Dean and Sam decided to unlock the door to aid the assassination of the pack. They had no idea who was behind the shots but they were thankful that the assassin was on their side. The few remaining wolves were cowering behind their cars to shield themselves from the silent bullets but they had forgotten about the Winchesters. Taking a few kills themselves, they thought they had done. Bodies surrounded them on the floor but as Sam stood up straight, he didn’t see the young werewolf stalking him. It was over in seconds, just as the young wolf was about to pounce, a bullet pierced its way through its heart before it landed in a crumpled heap on the floor. Both of the Winchesters eyes were wide as they looked around once more, this time ensuring everyone was truly dead.

In that moment, Dean heard footsteps and cocked his gun in the direction of the sound. Only to be greeted with a young woman, sniper attached to her back with a pistol in her hands as she held them up in a surrendering manner, showing she meant no harm.

“You boys ok?!” You asked, your voice full of genuine concern as you approached the brothers. Your gaze flickered over Dean before focusing on Sam. Dean frowned slightly as you stepped closer to them, the lights from the headlights now highlighting your face and features and Dean’s mouth went dry. You wore a khaki coloured v neck top and same coloured jacket paired with dark jeans and combat boots. Gun holster on your thigh, sniper strapped to your back and the concern etched in your features, you were beautiful.

“Yeah, yeah we’re good,” Sam replied, disarming himself by placing his pistol in the back of his jeans. Dean still had his gun burning his palm, his stare not once leaving you. Naturally, he was on guard, you could be a rival wolf from another pack or you could have been someone who they had pissed of recently. However, he still couldn’t help his attraction to you.

“…and you are?” Dean asked, his tone softer than normal as he tried not to sound like a dick. You just turned to him and smiled a warm smile as you holstered your gun.

“Y/N,” you answered, holding out your hand to shake his, “Y/N Y/L/N.” You hand was left lingering in the air as Dean’s eyes bore into yours. He didn’t move, he was dumbstruck by you and it was confusing him. Dean Winchester was never dumbstruck around women. Instead, Sam made the move, not wanting the situation to become any more awkward than it already was.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother, Dean,” Sam introduced and noticed how your smile grew into a wide grin as you placed your hands into your front pockets of your jacket.

“Ahh the Winchester brothers! I’ve heard quite a few tales about you guys,” you mused, your smile turning coy as you still felt the eldest Winchesters gaze upon you. He hadn’t stopped staring, even though Sam had nudged him. Noticing his gun was still in his palm, Dean also decided to disarm himself.

“I’m sure,” he quipped as his eyes were trained to the supressed sniper on your back, “hey, where did you learn to shoot...that…thing?” He questioned, he was curious, naturally. He had to admit that he was impressed. You had taken out several of the werewolves with that gun which in turn had helped the brothers immensely.

“Oh you mean my BFG?” You retorted, one hand exiting your pocket to point to your back. Dean just frowned slightly in confusion and looked towards Sam who only shrugged.

“BFG?” Dean asked, looking back towards you in hopes for an answer. He had heard of many guns in his time but nothing of a BFG. The only BFG he knew was the one written by Roald Dahl. You laughed slightly, looking between the brothers.

“Big fucking gun,” you explained, emphasizing it with your hands, “it is much easier to pronounce and remember that than the actual name of the sniper. My dad trained me, he was a hunter too. Spent most of my younger years shooting cans from afar,” you admitted, a sad smile on your face at the memory. Dean noted how your expression changed slightly and although he didn’t know you, he wanted to see you smile a happier smile once more.

“Well you saved our asses, so you know, thanks,” Dean praised, a soft smile resting on his lips, his features gentle. You just nodded, placing your hand back into your pocket before looking over your shoulder into the distance.

“How about you boys thank me by getting a round in at that bar down the road? I sure could use one after all that,” you prompted, turning back towards the brothers only to see them having some sort of silent exchange with one another.

“Sounds good.” Sam nodded, already walking off in the direction of where Dean had parked the impala. Dean nodded also, rubbing his hands together as he walked to your side.

“Sure, I could use a beer”

Dean smiled fondly at the memory, nursing his glass of whiskey Sam had brought him before going back to search through all the ingredients that they had in storage. In that moment, he was infatuated with you. A woman who could hold her own, a woman who could use a sniper effectively, a woman who had made him look at life in a completely different way.

“You know, in that moment, I swear…I just knew no other woman would do it for me the way that she does,” Dean admitted, his focus never leaving the box in front of him as he continued his search, “I was taken in by everything she was, by everything she is.” Sam just nodded, he knew how deep Dean’s feelings ran for you, and he knew that Dean loved you. Sam knew that from the moment you agreed to help him research the next case over a bottle of Jack, Dean’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Yeah, she’s definitely something special,” Sam agreed, nodding himself as he went over the list, checking off what they had already found, “I’m happy for you man, I am. Letting your guard down, allowing yourself to love someone.” Sam looked over at Dean as his brother had stopped searching, he was now leaning against the shelves, head in his hands as he combed through his hair in frustration.

“Yeah well look where it’s got me. Sorting through year upon year old shit to find the right ingredients to bring Y/N home because I wasn’t fast enough to save her. That’s even if this damn spell will work!” Dean exclaimed, his stress levels rising. His knuckles became white with irritation at the whole situation. It was becoming too much. The image of you in pain was still in the forefront of his mind. The cracks, the burns, your screams. You were his everything and he didn’t want to lose it. He couldn’t lose it. Sam noticed his brothers stress and offered a sincere smile, walking slowly over to his brother.

“Go back to her,” Sam said softly, offering a comforting hand upon Dean’s shoulder. Dean just shook his head slowly, standing straighter to go back to searching for what they needed.

“What? No Sam, we need to find this stuff,” Dean replied in exasperation, his voice tired. Sam just nodded, not one to give up so easily.

“Yeah and I’ll get Cas to help,” he stated, encouraging Dean away from the boxes as he carried on explaining, “look, you need to spending whatever time you have with her. She’s weak and she needs you right now. Go, we will get you out when everything is ready,” Sam clarified, a reassuring look resting in his features. Dean only had to look into his little brothers eyes to know he was telling the truth and deep down, he wanted to spend every one of his minutes with you. He patted his little brother on the chest twice, a gesture of thanks as he turned to the door.

“Thanks Sammy.” With that, Dean made his way back to your room. In hopes that Castiel will help him lose consciousness so he could be with you once more.

Going over that memory, remembering how you came into his life, Dean knew he had to tell you everything. He loved you. He loved everything about you and he needed you to know. In his heart, this spell was going to work and you would come home, everything would work out the way it should. In his head, he had doubts and those doubts were the ones that ate away at him, the ones that tell him that this is it, this is your last chance.

So Dean wanted to take that last chance with both hands. He was coming back to you and he was going to tell you how much he loved you and he was going to tell you the exact moment that he realised his love for you ran deeper than friendship. Just in case it happened to be game over.

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Shatter Me - Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

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Chapter warnings: 18+ angst, fluff, a few swears, mentions of violence, bit of violence, more fluff.

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“Wh-what do you mean I’m the key ingredient?” Dean stuttered, pushing up off the chair but leaving one hand on the wood. Rowena smiled as she pulled the spell book back towards her, running her hands through her hair.

“When they witch cursed our dear Y/N, she appeared to have connected Y/N’s soul to yours, meaning you are bound. This is why you can travel to go and see her, this is why your loving is healing her somewhat.” She smiled coyly at her choice of words, her smile broadening when she noticed Dean’s expression soften and his cheeks flushing pink.

“…so to break her out, we’ve got to use Dean?” Sam clarified, leaning onto the table to look at the book Rowena was referencing too. The red headed witch just nodded, using her hands to help her explain as she glanced between all the men in the room.

“Yes. In some form, whether it be a strand of his hair or a part of his soul, Dean is the only one that can bring her home,” she spoke confidently, “whatever spell we use, whatever counter curse, it-it must be Dean that does it.”

The realisation that dawned on Dean’s face was noted by everyone in the room. His body language had changed and he began to pace side to side, a hand running down his face. He thought about the first spell that Rowena had tried and how it failed, causing you more pain. If he had been the one to do it, maybe the pain wouldn’t have been so bad. Maybe the fail safe wouldn’t have activated even if the spell hadn’t have worked.

“But we still don’t know where she is,” Sam all but groaned in frustration. He wanted his friend home as much as Dean did and tensions were running high. Rowena just took a deep breath as she noted the scene in front of her. It wasn’t the answer they were exactly looking for, they still didn’t know how to bring you home but knowing what curse it could be, it gave Rowena added information to help the cause.

“No but she’s not of this world,” she stated as a matter of fact, causing all three men in the room to stare straight at her, urging her to continue her explanation, “for a curse to work on this level, on this magnitude, she’s going to be in a different realm to ours. Not just in an abandoned shack up the road.”

“So do we have any clue whatever counter curse or spell we’re looking for?” Dean rubbed at the stubble on his face as he sighed, smiling slightly when he remembered how you’d mewled beneath him when it grazed your thighs. Rowena pulled out a chair, sitting herself down before lacing her fingers together on the table.

“Well…anything to do with sleeping, binding a person to the other and trapping a soul,” Rowena replied flatly.

“So-in other words-no?” Dean countered, a hand placed flat in front of him in Rowena’s direction.

“These books are good place to start.” Rowena smiled, motioning to the pile of books spread out on the dark wooded table in front of her and Dean groaned. Seeing Rowena’s choice of books on the table, Sam knew they would probably be there for some time. Leaning off the table, Sam wiped his hands down his jeans and pointed towards the kitchen.

“I’ll go make some coffee.” Sam smiled, picking up his already used mug and headed out of the library.

“None for me Sammy. I’m gonna need something a lot stronger than coffee,” Dean shouted after his little brother, choosing to head over to the liquor tray and grabbing himself a bottle of jack and a glass.

Dean placed himself at the end of the table, placing down his bottle and glass and began to pour himself a whiskey. He didn’t even need to ask as Rowena slid him over a couple of books to which he tilted his amber filled glass towards her in some sort of sarcastic thank you. Sam soon returned with his coffee and one for Rowena before settling himself down opposite his brother to dive into the research.

As Dean flicked through the pages in each of his books, taking down notes and marking possible connections, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to you. They’d been researching for a couple of hours and he was rudely awakened by Cas just after his third round with you. He was glad that you were just cuddling because he’d hate to think how weird it would have been for Castiel to pull him back mid – thrust. He shuddered at the thought. A physical action noted by Sam who just frowned at him in question but Dean just frowned back, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Piece by piece, information was passed over to Rowena. Any important fact found, any possible spell, anything that seemed close to what you were going through was sent the in the witch’s direction for her to clarify and join the dots. Sam was already on his third cup of coffee, Rowena seemed to be fuelling well on just the one and Dean, well; he was half a bottle of whiskey down. He couldn’t take much more of looking through books, his mind just kept wandering back to you.

“I’m going to leave you guys too it, I’m going to check on Y/N,” Dean informed the group as he stood from his seat “Cas?” He motioned for the angel to follow him as he walked over to the couch at the edge of the room. Castiel stood to follow but Sam also stood, holding his arm out to stop the angel from following.

“Dean-wait,” he shouted as he frowned at his brother. Dean just stopped in his stride, his hands on his hips as he sighed, knowing the tone in Sam’s voice.

“Sam, I need to check on Y/N alright?” He said, a little exasperated as he turned to face his little brother. Sam softened his frown slightly, allowing himself to look a little more concerned.

“I get that I do but, we need you here. We’re so close to getting her home and we can’t do that without you.” Sam pleaded, hoping his brother would stay with them, just help them pinpoint the exact counter curse they needed. Dean could understand where his little brother was coming from, he was only thinking along similar lines earlier on that day but he was also thinking about you, how he left you naked in that bed.

“Then just wake me up when you find something concrete alright? Look she’s alone in there, she’s hurting and she’s probably going out of her mind right about now,” Dean spoke strongly, gesturing with his hands “I mean I was woken up just after we’d-”

“-Yeah spare me the details.” Sam cut in, grimacing slightly as he looked towards his feet. He sighed and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, reassuring their bond. He walked back towards his research and settled behind some books as Dean settled down on the couch.

“Alright Cas, help me catch them zees.” Dean bellowed, hardly containing his excitement that he was going to have his arms wrapped around you once more.

After a short sleep, you awoke feeling delightfully sore. You were still naked, wrapped in blankets and the smell of Dean lingered on your skin. Your thighs burned and the ache between your legs only made you crave him more. You broke out into a wide grin and your cheeks ached. Sure; you weren’t too happy about Dean being summoned back to the bunker by Cas and Sam, that was something you would bring up later, but you knew it was probably because they had found something important.

The thought of going home made you feel elated, especially now you had Dean. You couldn’t wait to cook him breakfast in bed, only for it to be left to go cold because he’d want you instead. You couldn’t wait to tangle yourself in his sheets, to writhe under him in the back seat of the impala and to allow your screams of pleasure to echo down the bunkers halls. Of course you were happy to get back to the normal things too; researching with Sam, hunting things and chilling watching films in the Dean cave.

Grabbing one of the blankets, you secured it around your body as you stood from the bed, aiming to get to the bathroom. As you placed your feet to the floor, you suddenly lost your balance and crumbled to the floor. You pushed the hair from your eyes and let out a soft chuckle, Dean Winchester had turned your legs to jelly, your muscles not wanting to work the way they are meant too. Dean Winchester had ruined other men for you, not that you’d want them of course. You could only imagine his reaction if he was here, you knew you would never hear the end of it.

You tried to move to get up but you felt as if someone had just drained all of the energy from your body. You couldn’t stand. You grabbed at the side of the bed, aiming to pull yourself up but your arms lacked the strength and you started to panic. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, your head was fuzzy as you crawled over to where there was a foot stool, using it to pull yourself up to sit on before trying to gain the strength to stand.

As you felt so lightheaded, you leant forward slightly, trying to calm your breathing and encourage the blood to flow around your body. It was the sudden contact of a warm hand that made you jump slightly and lose focus.

“Y/N!?” Dean looked concerned as he knelt in front of you, pushing the hair from your face which had become a little clammy. Your head started to feel like it was pounding and spinning at the same time, you couldn’t focus on his gorgeous green eyes, you couldn’t focus on anything.

“I’m good De,” you lied, “just feeling a little lightheaded.” At least that bit was true but the look on Dean’s face told you everything you needed to know, he didn’t believe that you were fine. He leant forward and placed a comforting kiss to your forehead before gently catching your lips.

“Come on, let’s get you back on the bed,” he whispered against them, wrapping his arm around you to encourage you to stand with him. He let his hands slide down your arms to grasp your hands as you stood but it was all too much. As soon as you were at your full height, your world spun and your head ached. It was at that moment, your eyes shut and you fell forward. Dean was quick to act, catching you almost immediately.

“Y/N?!” He worried, manoeuvring you in his arms so he could see your face but you were still, your eyes closed, “sweetheart?!” he softly caressed your face, hurriedly brushing strands of hair away from your brow before gently tapping your cheek but he got no response, “shit.” Dean panicked as he picked you up and lay you back down on the bed.

He may not have been a first aider but being a hunter, he’d picked up a thing or two over the years. Sammy had once told him what to do in case someone fainted, which could happen a lot in their line of work. Someone sees a ghost or a monster for the first time and it could happen more than you think. Dean grabbed a few pillows and placed them under your feet, helping to elevate them knowing that this is the quickest way to let blood flow quickly to your brain. He was hoping that this was just you fainting and not something more sinister.

He saw himself down on the edge of the bed as he looked down on you, his hands gently caressing your body as they travelled from your feet to your cheek. You were still wrapped in a blanket and it was taking all the self-restraint Dean had to not let himself peak under it. It had only been a few hours and he was already aching to see you naked once more.

“Don’t go giving up on me now baby, not when we’re this close,” he whispered as he squeezed his eyes shut tight, dropping his chin to his chest. He let his thumb graze to and fro over your cheek bone as he brought his gaze back to you. He couldn’t lose you, not now, not after he’d finally got you.

Minutes had passed when you started to stir, your head lolling to the side before you focused on the gentle feeling of something caressing your skin. Your eyes fluttered open to see those green ones of a certain Winchester who was currently looking down on your, concerned.

“De? Wha-what happened?” You mumbled, your head still spinning as you brought your hand to your forehead, trying to remember past events. Dean offered you a sincere smile as he pulled his hand from your face and took hold of your free one, interlacing his fingers with yours.

“You fainted sweetheart,” he said softly, bringing your encased hands to his lips, placing a soft but gently kiss to the back of your hand, “how you feeling?” His voice calm, his face gentle as you continued to hold his gaze. You offered him a weak smile.

“…tired. My body feels tired and my head is pounding but at least you were there to break my fall eh hero?” You tried to make a joke, wanting to playfully nudge him but your body felt like it was being weighed down with concrete. Dean leant forward, not letting go of your hand before capturing your lips in a loving kiss.

“Always Y/N.”

In the bunker; Rowena, Cas and Sam were working tirelessly through the books and Rowena’s notes. They were close and Sam could feel it, the energy in the air had changed and Rowena had a certain look in her eye. They had managed to whittle down the books and curses and now they were left with only three possible curses that it could be. That meant, there were only three possible counter curses. Suddenly, Rowena jumped up from her seat making Sam and Castiel flinch in shock.

“By those almighty, I think I’ve found it!” She exclaimed, her hands either side of the book and notes in front of her as she beamed with pride.

“What, the curse?” Sam asked, an almost relieved look on his face. Rowena nodded, holding a finger in front of her to symbolise that she had more to say.

“More importantly, how to break it,” she said confidently, the smile not moving from her lips and Sam stood from his seat, looking between her and Castiel in disbelief.

“That’s – that’s fantastic Rowena. What do we need?!” Sam asked urgently, wanting to get everything together so they could finally bring you home. Noticing Sam’s sudden bounce in his step as he came bounding over towards her, Rowena held up her hand.

“Don’t get to elated just yet, it’s not that simple,” she states as she slides the book around so Sam and Castiel could see it properly, “everything that it says in that book is exactly what we’re dealing with right now. There’s just the one thing that we have yet to figure out…” she trailed off, waiting for the boys to read the page thoroughly.

“Where she’s trapped,” Cas’ gravelly voice stated, looking up from the page to Rowena. She just nodded, putting her hands together in front of her.

“Exactly,” she confirmed, “that curse mentions that her soul would be bound to the one whom she loves the deepest, so to torture not just herself but her beloved till the day she dies. It also mentions that at the same time, her soul is to be trapped in that that she holds so dear.” Rowena continued, making her way around to Castiels side.

“So...she’s trapped in an object?” Castiel questioned, his eyes trained on the witch until she joined his side to look back into the book. Rowena just nodded, gesturing to the whole room around her.

“It could be anything,” she informed as Cas looked around the room, almost as if he could try to pinpoint the item straight away. Of course it was of no use, if there was any energy coming off such an item, he would have felt it resonating somewhere in this bunker.

“Photograph, an item of jewellery, an ornament – anything like that Y/N holds dear?” Rowena questioned, mainly looking at Sam but giving Castiel a passing glance also. Sam straightened his back as he stood tall, puffing air out of his nose as he held a small smile on his face.

“How long have you got? She’s forever keeping photos of us and taking little mementos from ou-” he stopped suddenly, his smile fading before a look of realisation taking over, “the snow globes! Of course how did I not figure it out sooner?” He chastised himself as he gathered his notes on the table, his aim to go to your room and finish this curse once and for all. Castiel frowned at Sam’s sudden outburst.

“Sam?” He questioned, clearly goading him for more information on what Sam had just admitted. Sam just smiled as he tucked his hair behind his ears, gesturing towards the hallway to your bedroom.

“Y/N’s got this obsession with unique snow globes, wherever we go she’s always on the lookout for one. She’s got to be trapped in one of those. The only thing is, I don’t know which one means the most to her,” he creased his brow, looking over to where his elder brother was currently sleeping softly on the coach, “we need to wake up Dean.”

Still wrapped in the blanket, you watched as Dean walked into the room, stripped of his flannel as he stalked over to you. He couldn’t stop the grin that graced your mouth as he smiled at you. He looked delectable in his black shirt, his tone stomach peeking just below the hem from where it had rode up a little. He came to your side, running one hand from your shin up to your thigh before gently squeezing.

“You’re bath is ready,” he spoke softly, his emerald eyes searching yours. You felt your stomach flip, your head was still spinning, your body still felt tired but you still couldn’t believe your luck that Dean Winchester was yours. Taking care of you, kissing you, touching you. Yes, the curse was a complete nightmare but you had wondered that if it wasn’t for this life changing hunt, would this have ever happened between you and Dean?

“Thank you De,” you replied, moving to get off the bed only to have his hands hold you firmly at your shoulders.

“If you think you’re walking, you are wrong sweetheart” Dean declared, hooking his arm under your legs and arms. You wiggled, trying your hardest to protest but it was to no avail, Dean was a lot stronger than you. Plus you’re body was in a weakened state so you were in no good state to put up much of a play fight now.

He carried you into the bathroom, placing you gently on the side of the tub as he gently pulled at the sheet wrapped around you. His eyes were on yours, silently asking if it was ok for him to do this. Even though you had been intimate; that he had seen you naked, he was still making sure you were comfortable enough for him to do this and it warmed your heart. You nodded and bit your lip, if you were feeling well enough, you’d take him again there and then.

Dean pulled the sheet away and you saw how he took a deep breath at the sight of you before he snapped his eyes back to yours. He blushed like a teenager that had just been caught looking at porn for the first time and you giggled.

“It’s nothing you’ve not seen before.” You teased as you turned around to step into the bath. Dean cleared his throat, holding his hand out for you to take to help you climb in.

“N-no I know,” Dean stuttered before smiling, “you just get more beautiful each time I get to see you,” he whispered as he concentrated on helping you into the water. You bit down on your lip, sliding down and encasing your body in the warmth it needed.

“Wow Winchester, what a line,” you chuckled, leaning your head back and letting out a sigh of contentment. The warmth was doing wonders for your muscles and you already started to feel a little bit better.

“It’s not a line Y/N,” Dean confirmed as he knelt down beside the tub, “believe me.” You looked up to see the endearment in his eyes and your stomach fluttered. Nothing else needed to be said in that moment, the way you were looking at each other was saying it all. You were the first to break eye contact, cupping some water over your chest.

“So, was it Sam, Cas or both of them who pulled you away from me earlier?” You asked coyly, remembering how gutted you felt when Dean vanished from your side, taking his warmth with him. Dean just hung his head, shaking it slightly as he rubbed his neck.

“Both of them,” he scoffed, “I swear when this is over and you’re home, I’m gonna get him back for cock blocking me twice.” The look Dean gave you made you laugh, it was so matter of fact that you had no doubt that the pranks he was going to pull on the boys were going to be epic.

“I’ll help with that,” you laughed but it soon faded when your eyes landed on your less faded cracks in your skin, “was there an update on…this….then?”

“Yeah. Apparently I’m a key ingredient on getting you home,” Dean nodded, bringing his hand in the bathtub to swirl the water around you, ghosting his fingers over your body as he did so, “when the witch curse you, the one she used bounded our souls together. That’s why I’m the key to bringing you home I guess.” He half shrugged, enjoying how the water was beading over your breasts before trickling back into the water.

“Bonded our souls together huh? Sounds almost romantic.” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth with your tongue, watching Dean’s fingers dance over your abdomen.

“It’s definitely bordering on Hallmark right about now,” Dean joked, to which you laughed, “however something Rowena said bothered me. She said that you were not of this earth, whatever that means. We spent some time researching and we’ve managed to pinpoint a few possibilities so hopefully you won’t be here for much longer.” Dean was hopeful, the most hopeful he had been since all of this had happened.

“That sounds amazing. I miss my bed,” you smiled, imagining the thought of your memory foam mattress under your back before letting yourself mull over what Dean had said, “not of this earth though huh? Maybe parallel universe or something?” You thought aloud and Dean nodded, bobbing his head from side to side as he pouted, clearly in thought.

“We’ll figure it out sweetheart,” he said confidently pulling his hand from the water and wiping it on his jeans, “I’ll go make sure the fires roaring for when you’re out, don’t want you getting cold.” Dean got up before leaning over you to kiss you, his plump ones encasing yours.

You watched him walk out of the bathroom before hearing some wood clattering against wood. In an ideal world, this would have been some romantic weekend away. You’d love nothing more than to have him to yourself for a whole weekend in the middle of nowhere. No hunts, no monsters, no cock blocking Sam. You chuckled as you began to think of what mischief Dean was going to cause when all this was over. You’d been stuck in the middle of their pranks wars a few times but this time, you were taking sides.

After about ten minutes or so, you decided to get out, Dean was still tending to the fire to ensure it wasn’t going to go out. You patted yourself dry with a towel before seeing Dean’s discarded flannel hanging over the edge of the sink. You smirked to yourself, Dean was yours now meaning his clothes were fair game, he was yet to know of this but you were sure he wouldn’t mind. His flannel hung just below your ass and you buttoned it up just enough so he could see your cleavage. Even if you felt like shit, you could still make an effort to feel sexy.

Walking out of the bathroom, you leant on the door frame for support. You saw Dean stoking the fire, using the iron poker to tend to the flames when he heard your footsteps. Turning around, he saw you standing there and you saw how his jaw went slack and you bit back a smile.

“Jesus Y/N, you trying to kill me?” Dean husked as he dropped the poker to walk over to you, his hands on you immediately, his mouth leaving hot kisses at your neck.

“What? Don’t want me wearing your clothes?” You asked innocently, leaning to the side to give him more access. Dean just growled against your skin which sent shivers down your spine, his hands squeezing at your hips.

“Looking like that sweetheart, you can wear whatever you want of mine.” He stated, his lips travelling up your jaw to finish at your lips. You kissed him back with fervour, his lips making you feel weak in the knees. He smiled into your mouth, placing one last kiss before he pulled away, guiding you to the couch in front of the fire. He went to the bedroom to pick up a few of the blankets before coming back to you, glancing out of the window as he passed it.

“Does it ever stop snowing?” He questioned, as he made his way over to you. He tucked the blankets around you and you just shook your head in answer.

“No, it’s just a constant flow but the snow levels never rise.” You shrugged, sighing slightly. Dean just hummed at your response, his arm wrapping around your shoulder as he pulled you into him. He took the quiet opportunity to look around the cabin before looking back out the window at the falling snow.

“If you think about it, this is kind of poetic in a twisted way. You’re obsessed with snow gloves and this, where you are, is pretty much like one,” he stated, thinking aloud.

It took only a second, a mere second, but your veins ignited with a fire you couldn’t describe. You arched forward, flinging your body onto the floor by the fire as you writhed in pain. The scream that erupted from your throat was spine chilling. You remembered, you remembered everything.

You stared at the globe placed upon the counters surface. You were studying every detail, each tiny little gem, you were transfixed. The calculating voice of the witch sounding in your ears.

“It is said that a lost soul was trapped inside many years ago until her love came to find her. If the globe were to break, she would be forever lost.” The witch smiled, a sly grin. You believed her. Of course you did, she was spinning you a tale.

“Oh no, so she could still be in there?” You questioned, you were hooked. The globe had a quality about it that draw you to it, you ran your fingers over the glass as the witch entered your vision once more.

“It’s just a story dear,” she tapped your hand with a smile, a smile that now was making you feel somewhat uneasy “nothing to worry about”

You heard a whisper and your eyes went wide, before you could reach for anything to aid you, you’d been stunned; paralysed. A blue hue erupted around you and you felt as if your lungs were being crushed, you couldn’t breathe.

Your wounds that had healed had re opened, your skin pulling itself apart. The cracks travelled over your skin only this time, they weren’t stopping, neither were your screams. You’d rolled onto your back, arching it against the floor as the cracks made their way down your legs, across your chest and up your neck. Your skin tearing, parting and burning all at the same time. Dean was at your side, trying his hardest to keep you still, to pull you into him but you fought him. In that moment, all you could see was the witch’s face, all you could feel were the cracks embedding themselves in your being.

You saw her face, the way her lips curled into a smirk as she whispered at you.

“Altum somnum”

Another scream emitted from your throat and Dean grimaced. He pulled you hard, up to his chest and held you there tight. It was his voice that calmed you, his voice that brought you back from your memories.

“Y/N!” Dean pleaded, rocking you slightly, kissing your forehead as your nails clawed at his shirt, “son of a bitch, if I could kill her again sweetheart, I swear-”

“…the globe,” You whimpered, interrupting him as you tried to steady your breathing and not focus on the fiery pain.

“What?” Dean mumbled into your hair. You pulled back from him, your eyes tired, your skin sore as you fisted at his shirt.

“That damn snow globe Dean! Y-you need to go back, now. Wake up. Look for cracks anywhere on it, trust me,” you pleaded, your own tears trickling down your cheek as looked up into Dean’s glass orbs, “I…I think I’m in the globe.”

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Shatter Me - Chapter One

Title: Shatter Me

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 3710

Warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, language, bit o fluff, slow burn, angst

A/N: Ok guys, here it is - Chapter One of my first ever SPN fanfiction! I’ve had to split this chapter into two as it was around 9,000 words (oops) If you are reading this, thank you so much for giving me a moment of your time! It is a bit of a slow burn (ish) but I hope you will enjoy it!

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With a slam of the Impalas trunk, it was the sure satisfying sound that this hunt was over. You looked to the side of you to see Dean with a smug smile on his face. It wasn’t a simple case by any means, but it was a case with witches which always provided a bit of a challenge. Dean looked at you and winked to which you rolled your eyes. You had been with the Winchesters for just over a year, coming together when you were both hunting a pack of werewolves and you managed to save the brothers from an ambush.

You only agreed to join them on a couple of more hunts as you enjoyed flying solo, but the boys had their convincing ways. Sam was impressed with your researching expertise and your way around a laptop and Dean, well Dean was impressed with how you carried yourself. No fuss, no drama, just a lady who knows her way around weaponry and monster lore. When the day came where you were going to part ways, the boys drew up and pretty convincing list of why you should stay with them. So here you are, a year later and about to hop in the back of Dean’s Impala to head home with the brothers who you considered family.

You walked to the drivers’ side of the car, your hand resting on the sleek silver passenger door handle as you looked towards the town. Sure, you could hop into the car and do the twelve hour journey back to the bunker but you were feeling the buzz, the adrenaline from the hunt. You didn’t want to waste it sitting in the back seat, annoying Dean as he was driving and asking Sammy a thousand questions to test his lore knowledge. No, you wanted to drink, dance, sing terrible karaoke and maybe even get laid.

Dean noticed your hesitance as he opened the driver’s door “You alright sweetheart?” He questioned, the term of endearment towards you making you smile.

“I’m fine De, but…” You hesitated and looked past him again, towards the town “I’m just not ready to go home yet. Let’s go to a bar, celebrate, we did good today” You suggested, earning a slight chuckle from Dean. He looked over towards Sam who was leaning against the passenger door frame, looking your way.

“What you reckon Sammy? Whisky, Women and a fine motel room?” Dean grinned, swinging his car keys around his finger.

Sam smiled and nodded “Sure, why not, we could use a break”

You jumped on the spot excitedly before getting into the back of the impala, it had been a while since your last bar crawl. Sure, you weren’t planning on getting absolutely wasted but you wanted to let your hair down and have some fun. You heard the roar of the impala and leaned back into your seat, fingers playing with your hair. Tonight would be a good night.

You caught Dean’s eye in the rear view mirror and saw the gentle creases of his eyes as he smiled warmly at you. Your stomach flipped. In secret, you loved those little glances he gave you, the way his voice sounded when he called you sweetheart, the way he had grown to become protective over you on hunts. You always carried yourself as this strong, independent, knowledgeable woman but the hunter life was lonely and Dean…well Dean just got you. He was the one man that you didn’t have to be strong around but, you wouldn’t let him know that, his head was big enough without you inflating his ego even more.

Yes, you liked Dean Winchester but you know that he would never like you back. You were his best friend, his little sister and you had become comfortable with the fact you were friend zoned a long time ago. That didn’t mean that you don’t still crave his attention, the little touches and in jokes you had between you. You knew tonight you were going to make just that little extra effort just to earn a double glance, it was like a drug you craved, something that kept you going day to day. Then when it comes to the evening and inevitably, you watch Dean go home with some busty toned woman, you’d strap on your armour and find yourself a distraction from your Dean addiction. A mediocre night with a random stranger who would give you an alright orgasm and then leave to go about his business.

You scoffed under your breath at the thought, stretching a little in the backseat as the impala pulled up in the motel parking lot. Maybe tonight would be a little different, maybe Dean would glance your way for a change, maybe there would be no toned busty beauties that would hold his attention. Maybe, just maybe you’d admit your feelings towards the eldest brother. You looked at your hands in your lap, fiddling with your fingers at the thought. Like hell that would ever happen.

Your thought process was broken by Sam opening the Impala door “I’ll go grab us some rooms” he announced, a spring in his step as he approached the motel reception. It’s nice to see Sam let off some steam once in a while. He was mostly all work and no play so when nights like this happened, you were always determined to ensure Sam had a good time.

You leant forward, arms leaning on the bench seat in front of you before ruffling the back of Dean’s hair, earning you a slight scowl from the green eyed Winchester. You chuckled, a smile playing on your lips as you watched his half ditched attempt to sort out his hair. What you wouldn’t give to be able to run your fingers through that hair every night, tugging it slightly as he came down onto you. You took a deep breath and willed the thought away, this man was far too perfect for you to be under, at any given time.

You looked back to Dean, who was still attempting to get his hair back in the perfect position and you nudged him gently “So, you gonna be on the prowl for ladies tonight Winchester?” Why, you thought. Why do you do this to yourself every single time? It’s like you enjoy torturing yourself over the things you couldn’t have. But you couldn’t help it, you had to ask these questions, hoping that maybe one day, he would surprise you with his answer.

Dean stopped looking in his rear view mirror and turned to look at you “Who knows, maybe. Play your cards right sweetheart, it could be you I’ll be coming back with” He winked, a small smile playing on his lips as his eyes scanned your face.

You grinned and looked down, doing anything you could to prevent the heat from blushing your cheeks. He made the same joke every time. Same old Dean, same old answer, same old blush.

“Oh honey, do you ever get bored of giving me that answer? You know I’d break you” you winked back. Two could play at this game and you wanted to wipe that shit eating grin off his face.

“Not if I broke you first” He replied, his grin getting wider as his eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

You couldn’t help but snigger at his actions all the while squeezing your thighs together to prevent the arousal that was beginning to pool between your legs. The thoughts flowing through your mind weren’t exactly helping. The thought of Dean fucking you into the mattress until you couldn’t walk straight, the idea of him pinning you up against a motel wall and ripping off your underwear only to feel his three day old stubble grazing your thighs…yeah…not helping.

“…and how would that go exactly?” You countered, your voice wavering only slightly not wanting him to catch on to the effect he was having on you.

Dean smiled and pulled his bottom lip through his teeth and he looked away, chuckling. There wasn’t many a time where Dean wouldn’t come back with some sort of smutty remark so you considered this a victory. You smiled wider as you leant back into your seat, the flirting was nothing new. Hell, you and Dean did it all the time. Sam had more than once mentioned that Dean had met his match and he had no idea who had the dirtier mind.

The impala door opening brought you from your thoughts and you smiled as Sam ducked his head down just through the frame “There is only one room left for tonight but it has two queen beds and a sofa bed”

Sharing a room with the boys wasn’t nothing new, it had happened on more than one occasion. All of you rotating around so you share the comfort of the beds and the un-comfy sofa bed equally. You grabbed your duffel from the side of you, exited the Impala and walked around to Sam who held the key in his hand.

“Well...dibs on the first shower!” You declared, snatching the key from Sam’s hand before bolting towards the motel door.

“Son of a bitch Sammy!” Dean shouted “Grab the bags” He declared as he jumped out from behind the steering wheel and started running after you.

Looking over your shoulder you giggled as you saw Dean making chase. Childish as it was, this happened near enough every time you stayed at a motel. It was a race for the first shower and if you were honest, you weren’t much for getting into the shower after two grown men had done god knows what under the hot pressured spray. Oh yeah, you’ve been in that situation before. Hearing rugged hushed moans through the bathroom door as you waited for your turn to wash off the monster guts, only to be greeted with an orgasm glowing doe eyed Dean when the door swung open. Now as nice as the image of naked Dean jacking off in the shower was, it wasn’t with you or on you so going into the shower which had been the scene of his one handed show, made you feel a little uncomfortable. Who knew if he’d washed it all away this time? What if he missed a bit and you stood on it? The thought made you shudder.

You reached the door and desperately tried to get the key in the hole, stifling laughter as you did so. Your heart was thumping in your chest as you saw Dean in your peripheral vision catching up to you. You were just about to turn the key in the lock when Dean’s body was pinned up against your back, holding you up against the door. His arms reaching for yours as he pulled you backwards laughing as you screamed and kicked your legs out. You managed to wriggle one arm free and turned to grab hold of Dean’s ear, pinching it ever so slightly making him lean to one side “Ahh dammit Y/N!”

You laughed as you saw him squirm enough to let go of your other hand so you took your chance to get him into a headlock, only to have Deans arms circle around your middle and under your legs, lifting you into a bridal position with no effort what so ever. A squeal left your lips and you started to wriggle, making it impossible for Dean to keep his hold of you. You looked to your left to see Sam squaring in on the door with the bags in hand and you knew you couldn’t let either of them win this war.

You wriggled free of Dean’s grasp just as Sam opened the lock and you ran as fast as you could towards the youngest brother. Just as Sam opened the door you were through but his large hands caught your wrist “C’mon Sammy, let me go and I promise I’ll support whatever healthy eating habit you’re on and all of the food runs I do over the next week will be to salad bars”

Sam let out a hearty laugh as he watched your eyes widen when you saw Dean walking closer towards you. “You really think I’m going to let you win after that promise Y/N? Rabbit food, really?” Dean shouted, a boyish grin painting his face.

You silently pleaded with Sam whilst smiling and just as he let your wrist go, Dean came charging into the motel room and practically tackled you onto the bed.

“Sammy go, go!” He shouted, all the while pinning you down and stifling laughter. Dean was near enough straddling your waist and you couldn’t control the heat that suddenly flushed throughout your body. You struggled as Dean fought to restrain your hands above your head, albeit you struggled half-heartedly as this position was a delight to be in. You huffed as your struggles slowed but you caught Dean’s eyes as you did so, your movement slowing completely. His beautiful green orbs were staring straight into you, they held a softness that you don’t get to see very often and it calmed you. You felt the heat rushing into your cheeks as his eyes bore into yours and your breathing became laboured. The more you tried to keep it steady, the more unsteady it became.

The moment was over as quickly as it had started as the sound of Sam picking up his bag and running into the bathroom quickly gained the attention of you and Dean. You watched as Sam strode to the bathroom with ease, a smug smile on his face aimed towards you as he shut the door, the sound of him locking it signalling your defeat. You threw your head back onto the bed, your hair spraying over the cover “Oh come on, I dibbed it you assholes”

You sighed in frustration, albeit friendly but still, was it too much to ask just to shower first ever now and again? You threw your head to the side, your stare very much focused on the bathroom door. Dean chuckled as he looked down towards your submissive form “You take ages in the shower, admit it” He teased, his hands still firmly pinning yours to the bed.

You rolled your eyes as you slowly brought your head back to the centre position, your breath hitching in your throat as you noticed that Dean seemed to be closer to you than he was before. His hips and lower stomach were just grazing over yours, the tight black shirt he was wearing showing the toned figure underneath, the red flannel shirt he was wearing over the top was open and was hanging either side of your frame, the sleeves rolled up just before his elbow.

You would be lying if you said that your underwear wasn’t a little bit damp right now. Dean was close enough so you could see the few freckles that dusted across his nose and cheeks, his scent of mint, leather and gun powder was intoxicating. You tried to compose yourself, clearing your throat and confidently looking him in the eye “Well I have to make myself look pretty somehow, beauty sleep doesn’t cover it on its own” You said it as best and as confidently as you could, trying to throw the green eyed Winchester of any scent that would scream that you were attracted to him.

Dean grinned slightly as his eyes scanned your face. It wasn’t the cocky shit eating grin you were used to when it came to this flirting rodeo. It was soft, sweet and sincere. He huffed slightly as he broke eye contact, his gaze travelling down to your lips “You don’t need to make yourself look pretty sweetheart’”

Before your brow could crease with confusion, the shit eating grin spread across his lips and you were back in familiar territory “Aww sweet, that some sort of compliment?” You shot back, you wrists wriggling in his grasp.

Dean let out an exasperated breath and looked down, you always had a hard time believing you were beautiful. Dean would watch you on nights out at a bar, backhanding compliments men gave you, deflecting them in some way. You were never vocal about how you felt about yourself, especially in front of the boys. You always thought they would think you were fishing for a compliment, which you weren’t. You saw yourself as normal, not drop dead gorgeous, just normal. You liked food; carbs and grease. You liked the occasional beer and whiskey. You liked that you wore minimal make up every day because it made you feel damned good when you decide to go all out. That was you and you were happy with that, unbeknownst to you, so was Dean.

You felt Deans grip around your wrists loosen which snapped you out of your ten second thought. His head was still dipped low and as you shifted your view slightly, you saw he had a perfect view of your breasts and he was taking it all in. How they rose and fell with each steady breath. A smirk found its way onto your lips as you had found your advantage. You moved your legs slightly ensuring they were in the position you needed them to be in. You silently thanked your past self for dressing in a tank top just so you could take advantage of it for this moment. You clamped your legs either side of his hips and in one swift motion, you’d rolled him over onto his back, your hands now clutching his above his head, your breasts dangerously close to his face.

“Goddammit sweetheart” Dean almost growled. He was surprised, impressed and incredibly turned on. He had no idea how you hadn’t seen or felt the growing bulge in his jeans. He wet his bottom lip with his tongue as he looked up at you.

You dipped your head lower, your gaze switching between his eyes and his lips. You purposefully brushed yourself against his chest, lowering yourself just enough to whisper in his ear “Your first rule of fighting Dean, don’t get distracted”

Within seconds, the bathroom door had opened and you jumped off Dean, grabbed your duffel and practically shoved Sam out of the room. You locked the door behind you, turned around and leant your back up against it. The throbbing between your legs was getting a bit too much to ignore. You felt like a giddy teenager all over again, you were just missing the female best friend and the late night phone call where you curl your hair around your finger. You and Dean always flirted, always play fought, you’ve trained together and been that close before. Why was this time any different? You pondered that thought as you gently bit your lower lip, you enjoyed his weight on top of you, and enjoyed being the weight on top of him. Turning on the shower, you started to undress. Maybe it was your turn to have a little fun of your own under the hot water.

Back in the motel room, Dean sat himself up on the bed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck slowly. He looked up to see Sam staring at him, a bemused expression on his face. “What?” Dean stated flatly.

Sam sniggered, his eyebrows raised “What was all that about?”

Dean rolled his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair “What was what about?” He replied, a slight annoyance in his voice.

The youngest Winchester shook his head as he stuffed his clothes from the hunt back into his duffel bag “Dude, Y/N was straddling you when I opened the bathroom door” Sam stated, a coy smile on his face.

Dean scoffed “We were just… play fighting” It wasn’t a lie, it started off as just play fighting however the thoughts that were going through his mind as he pinned you on the bed were somewhat explicit. Maybe he just needed to get laid tonight, he thought.

“Yeah right” Sam chuckled, noticing Dean’s faraway look “So does play fighting normally include you looking so flustered?” Sam teased as Dean locked eyes with his younger brother. Dean felt the tips of his ears turn pink and he frowned in annoyance.

“What-shush Sammy. You don’t know what you’re on about” Dean snapped as he began to take off his boots.

Sam suppressed his knowing smile, it had been clear to him for a while that his big brother had feelings towards you, even though you both called it harmless flirting. Although Sam knew that his brother would never admit to such a thing, always putting everyone else before himself “Uh huh” Sam sighed as he sat in front of his newly set up laptop, intent on distracting himself with some research on any nearby cases before they headed out for the night. As much as Dean would deny it to Sam, or to anyone, he had started to feel differently around you. He enjoyed the harmless flirting, he enjoyed training you at the shooting range back at the bunker and he enjoyed the nights out you all had together. The more he thought about it, the more he realised that he just enjoyed spending time with you. Dean took a deep breath and he sighed, running a hand over his face before finishing by scratching at his stubble. You had stirred feelings within him that he hadn’t felt for a very long time, feelings that he was currently trying to disguise by pulling on the material of his jeans as discreetly as he could.

Whatever these feelings were, he knew he had to supress them and push them deep down. You couldn’t know how he felt and neither could anyone else. He couldn’t have a weakness that any demon or monster could take advantage of. He kept telling himself in his head that he didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t bear to be without you, and so he needed to keep you safe. That meant keeping you at arm’s length.

That was the right decision, wasn’t it?

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Shatter Me - Chapter Six

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4541

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of death, grief, angst, swearing (i think)

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Chapter Six

“Un-unresponsive? I don’t understand” You stuttered as Dean gently pulled you back down onto the couch next to him. You looked into Dean’s eyes to find nothing but sincerity.

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me ok? It might just help us start to understand what’s going on here” Dean said softly. All you could do was nod, perplexed, as the eldest Winchester cleared his throat. You noted how he was looking at your encased hands as Dean continued “What you remember, is right. We were going to a bar…it’s why you’re dressed like…” He cleared his throat “…that” Dean motioned towards you with one hand, his eyes looking anywhere but yours.

Even though you had a blanket draped over your shoulders, your cleavage was still very much on show. The curves of your breasts were still engrained his my mind from when he saw you leave the bathroom that very night. His mouth became dry and the tips of his ears turned pink and he was trying desperately to not to stare. You suddenly become very aware of how you were dressed, a flush of colour tinted your cheeks at Dean’s reaction so you withdrew your hands from his and pulled the blanket tight around your shoulders.

Rubbing his hands together, clearing his throat once more, Dean continued to explain “But along the way you stopped in front of this store, you’d seen a snow globe so of course, you had to go and buy it” He spoke fondly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Ah” You simply responded, knowing too well about your own habit.

Dean wiped his palms down his thighs repeatedly as he tried to continue the story, the details of what happened flickering through his mind. Feeling agitated, Dean stood up whilst running both hands through is hair “Something felt off Y/N, something felt off about the whole thing. You were taking too long. When we went in to look for you, Sam and I, w-we” You watched as fidgeted where he stood, his feet not staying still, making semi circles on the old, creaking wood. Dean took a shaky breath as he continued, his voice thick with emotion, his eyes wet with tears as he remembered everything “You were on the floor behind the counter. It was a witch, Y/N. We’d missed one and somehow she knew everything”

Your lower lip trembled as you heard Dean’s words, your eyes stinging with tears. You lowered your gaze to your lap as a million thoughts raced through your mind. Just what had happened to you? Your mind could only settle on one outcome as you weighed up everything you just heard, what you were experiencing and how Dean was reacting.

“Am-am I dead?” You whispered, not wanting to look up from your lap as you felt your tears trickle down your cheek. You didn’t want to see the look in Dean’s eyes when he confirmed your fears.

When Dean looked over at you, his heart grew tight in his chest “No sweetheart” He breathed out, rushing to join you back on the couch, quickly taking your hands back into his.

You couldn’t help but sob when you heard the words. Although you couldn’t quite determine whether that was from relief of actually being alive or from being trapped in a place where no one knew where you were. A fresh wave of tears fell upon your skin

“I thought I’d lost you” Dean whispered under his breath but you had heard him and your heart ached. Snapping your eyes up to meet his, Dean realised you’d heard his comment and his cheeks started to blush. Releasing one of your hands, he softly curled his index finger bringing the back of it delicately to your cheek, wiping your stray tears. He followed the wet trail down to the point of your chin before hesitatingly pulling his hand away.

This was a term of endearment that was new to you from Dean, it was incredibly intimate. Your eyes flitted left and right between his as he held your gaze. There was something more about this moment you were sharing that was more than just friendly. Sure you’d been in flirtatious situations before, both of you sharing lingering touches but this, this was something raw.

You squeezed your eyes tight, encouraging what tears were left to fall as you tried to get your mind wrapped around everything that was happening “I don’t understand Dean, I don’t understand how I can be in two places at once”

Dean gently used his thumbs to rub soft circles on your hands, a feeling you were concentrating on “We need your help Y/N, if you can try to remember something” He all but pleaded.

“I can’t remember anything, De” You shook your head as you opened your eyes “I’ve told you”

Dean pursed his lips, the circling on your skin stopping as he urged you on “Just try”

“Are you not listening to what I’m saying? I’ve told you I can’t remember!” You snapped, pulling your hands from his with your frustration, withdrawing back from him a little “What do you think I’ve been doing since I’ve been here? Sitting around, enjoying the down time? I’ve been wrecking my head to work out clues to where I am, to how I’m here”

You were annoyed, frustrated, confused and hurt. All you wanted to do was go home, curl up under your sheets and watch Netflix on your laptop. You wanted to sit in your comfy pyjamas, binge eat some ice cream and drink some beer. Your throat bobbed at the thought of food and drink. You felt like you needed sustenance, it was what your body was used to after all but you didn’t feel hungry or thirsty. This place was taking everything away from you. Stripping you of basic functions, cutting you off from everything you loved. Your home, food, Dean.

“I promise you Y/N, we’ll work it out” Dean’s gruff voice cut through your thoughts

“…and what if you don’t?” Your glassy eyes met his once again, your voice barely above a whisper.

You couldn’t help but feel that you were never going to go home. Never going to sleep in your own bed again. Never going to sit in baby again. Never going to playfully argue with Sam over research again. Never going to sing out of tune rock songs with Dean again.

Dean’s eyes flickered between yours as he was trying to figure out what you were thinking. He couldn’t even imagine what it must be like to be trapped here. The place was cold and uninviting. Even with the fire going, it lacked warmth, it lacked life and that scared him. Were you the first one to be trapped here or had this place claimed lives before? He couldn’t help but think of his previous conversation with Sam and how he voiced his own concerns of not getting you home. But now, seeing you like this, he would do absolutely anything he could to ensure you’d come home to him.

“We will” Dean confirms, his hands reaching out for you once again as you’d strode just out of reach. Leaning forward to touch you, Dean grabbed at your wrists to pull you close to him, unaware of the injury that lay beneath your blanket covered arm.

You hissed in pain and Dean immediately let go of your arm, worry flashing in his apple coloured orbs. With your eyes squeezed together in pain, you held your wrist, willing the pain to go away as fresh tears trickled down your cheeks. Dean didn’t know what to do, the feeling of dread weighing heavily in the pit of his stomach. He always hated it when you got hurt on hunts. Each scratch, bullet wound or bruise caused his heart to go into his mouth. Each time hoping it wasn’t fatal. He knew that being a hunter meant that each hunt could be a death sentence, for any of you, but it never made the sight of you hurt any easier. So now, after seeing you unresponsive in the real world and knowing you’re injured here, made Dean feel physically sick.

Rushing forward, Dean gently encouraged you to sit back down on the couch, ensuring that he handled you delicately. He knelt at your feet, his large warm palms in front of you as he slowly went to peel the blanket off your arm, encouraging you to move your hand to reveal your injury. Dean’s eyes were focused on your arm as he held his breath, not wanting to break his focus. As he pulled the blanket back, he let out the breath he was holding in shaky patterns and he felt his stomach flip with fear.

“The cracks” Dean barely whispered as his green eyes stared at the black scars littering your skin. The exact same marks as the ones on your form in the bunker. Slowly, he placed his fingers onto your skin, ensuring his touch was feather light as he traced the lines from your wrist to the crook of your elbow.

You watched him intently, your own stomach flipping with seeing the tenderness in his look. Dean has cared for you before when you’ve been injured, it was nothing new but how he was looking at you now? You felt like this was something more. You could be letting your own feelings cloud your judgement but you were scared. For the first time in your hunters’ life, you were scared you weren’t going to make it out of this alive.

“Shit, Y/N” Dean muttered, bowing his head “Are you alright?!” He urged as he looked back at you, his hands moving further up your arms as he held onto your biceps comfortingly.

You merely nodded “I’m fine. I guess whatever or whoever has got me prisoner put things in place to make sure I don’t escape” You shrugged as you went to hide your injured arm back under the blanket.

Dean frowned slightly as he squeezed at the top of your arms, hoping to catch your gaze “What happened?”

You sighed as you wiped your tears away with your uninjured hand “I tried to hit the barrier after you left, see if I could create a way out. This appeared on my skin not long after” You motioned to the dark cracks “and boy did it hurt” You scoffed, pulling the blanket closer to your body when Dean let go of you.

You watched as he hung his head as he ran both of his hands through his hair and down his face. You watched as he looked around the room, taking in everything he could. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was looking for your way out. For the first time in a long time. Dean felt helpless.

Suddenly, Dean was standing in front of you, grabbing the discarded iron poker off the ground. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your body stiffened at his sudden change in demeanour.

“Dean” You panicked, unsure of what was happening “Dean what’s going on?”

“Can you not hear that” Dean hushed and you frowned, shaking your head slightly. Dean looked confused “The banging Y/N, can you not hear it?”

“I don’t…there’s no banging De” You replied, concerned.

It crept out of nowhere but Dean felt himself starting to zone out once again, he was finding it hard to focus on you or anything in the room. His vision was once again becoming blurry and he reached out for you, wanting to focus on you and hold on to you as long as he could. He didn’t want to leave but he knew that is what was happening.

“Y/N” Dean muttered, groaning in frustration as he grabbed hold of your shoulders.

Your eyes widened with worry and you saw his form starting to fade, his touch on you becoming lighter and suddenly, you knew he was leaving you. “Don’t leave me Dean” You pleaded, your heart beating fast, your hands grasping at his wrists, holding them with all the strength you had “Please don’t go”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart” Dean hushed as he faded away from you.

You just stood there, staring at the spot where Dean was just standing with a stray tear rolling down your already wet cheek. You were alone once more.

Holding his head, Dean groaned as he slowly started to sit up, getting himself accustomed to his surroundings. Rubbing at his eyes, he noted he was back in his room at the bunker and his heart broke when he remembered the look in your eyes when he left you. A tiny ray of hope entered his heart when he remembered he was holding onto you when he was coming back into the real world.

Rushing off his bed, he hurriedly walked to your room, he just had to check he told himself as he ignored the commotion that was coming from the library. As he peered into your doorway, pushing the door open slightly, his hope faded when he saw you still unresponsive on your bed.

“It was stupid to even think it could be that easy” He sighed as he shut your door once more, a hand running along his chiselled jaw.

As he tried to gather his thoughts, the noise coming from the library was too hard to ignore so Dean made his way to the open space to see what on earth was going on and to also see what it was that woke him. He was pretty sure his subconscious alerted him to the unusual noise.

Reaching the library, Dean was met with a familiar Scottish red head. Her accent and attitude stronger than ever. When he entered the room, he noticed Rowena and Sam having a heated discussion. He assumed Sam must have said something to upset her and she was slamming her utensils around on the table, making the youngest Winchester wince with each sound.

“I see you still like to make an entrance” Dean announced as he made his way over to his brother, glancing at Rowena.

The witch pursed her lips, stopping what she was doing to look towards the eldest Winchester “Hello Dean”

“Rowena” Dean acknowledged with a nod of his head.

“I hear we’ve got a wee bit of a situation on our hands” She mentioned, her accent smooth as she placed both hands together in front of her “I’ll need all the details”

Dean rolled his eyes at her theatrics. Granted, she was the most powerful witch they knew and yes, she had helped them on more than one occasion but right now Dean was cranky and wanted you home. His patience was wearing thin and knowing you were injured in whatever world you were in, was making him more anxious to get to you.

Sam tightly smiled as he looked between his brother and Rowena before starting to explain the situation. It wasn’t long until Dean joined in as he tried explaining what he saw. Between the pair of brothers, Rowena was starting to get a clearer picture of what may have unfolded in that little shop in the quiet street. Her interest was piqued however when Dean started to explain about his dreams about you. He told her everything. From the first dream he had when he saw your bloody death to the most recent one where he was interacting with you. Where he felt you, held you and it was like actually being there with you. He then had to explain about your injury and Sam’s expression changed into one of immediate concern at the sound of your trauma.

When Dean came to the end of his tale, he leant onto the chair in front of him, looking at Rowena and waiting for a response. He hoped she had an answer to this nightmare.

“So you don’t actual know what happened?” Rowena stated, her hands flat on the table in front of her.

Dean just rubbed his face in frustration “We just told you what happened, a witch did this!” He bellowed, a little venom in his voice, his arms outstretched.

Rowena rolled her eyes at Dean’s mannerism and frustration, shooting first and asking questions later “I meant you didn’t actually see the transition?” She questioned.

Sam looked between his brother and Rowena, feeling the tension in the room he opted for just shaking his head, pursing his lips together.

Rowena sighed, rubbing her long fingers across her brow “Where is she?”

“In her room” Sam replied, calmly.

Rowena just nodded and headed towards your room as quickly as she could, her heels clicking against the floor as she went. Dean just turned towards Sam, a bitch face resting on his features as they silently communicated before following the witch to you.

As Rowena entered your room, she felt the negativity that surrounded you and she knew straight away that this involved some very dark magic. She hurried to you side and started to examine your unresponsive form. Her eyes immediately focusing on the dark cracks that littered your arm. She turned to look over her shoulder at the Winchester Brothers, one eyebrow arching for an explanation.

“They appeared on her skin last night” Sam stated as he entered your room, heading to the other side of your bed opposite Rowena

Before the witch could ask any more questions, Dean was at her side, looking down at your body “She told me it happened because she was trying to escape” He explained, his eyes resting at the scars on your arm.

“Tried to escape?” Rowena repeated, her tone questioning as she looked between the brothers.

Dean just nodded, his eyes still on the cracks in her arm “It was when she saw me, we were separated by this force field and she tried to break it” He explained, taking a deep breath as he remembered the pain you felt when he touched them. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what pain you must have felt when it first happened “When she hit it, it caused this to happen to her skin. Not just here but also on her other form. She felt it. Each and every crack” Dean swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he blinked away his tears. He looked up towards Sam to notice that he too was struggling with his emotions, knowing his friend was in pain.

Rowena puffed her cheeks as she let out a breath “This is dark magic boys. Very, very dark”

She leant forward and placed both hands over your chest, letting her eyes glow lilac as she tried to connect with the dark magic that resided within you. She tried to concentrate, letting her mind’s eye work through all the jigsaws in the spell that had captured you but it was of no use, Rowena couldn’t touch you or withdraw the spell from your form. However as she was just about to withdraw from you, she made a shocking discovery. Pulling away, she wiped her hands on her dark floor length dress.

“Whatever this is, I cannot touch it” Rowena sighed, her accent thick as she explained “…but I do know it’s some sort of sleeping curse. That’s where we need to focus”

Feeling a little defeated, both boys nodded as they went to make their way back to the library to do whatever research they can on sleeping curses. However, Rowena held up her hand, halting the boys in their tracks.

“Boys, that’s not all” She spoke softly as the brothers turned back to look at her, concern etching at their features “Y/N, her soul…it’s been extracted from her body”

Dean’s eyes went wide at Rowena’s confession and hurriedly rushed back to your side, confused at what she was saying. It completely contradicted what the angel had said to them earlier “But Cas said her soul hasn’t left her vessel” Dean hurried to explain.

Rowena shook her head slightly as she looked between your body and Dean, trying her hardest to explain “Castiel is partially right. Y/N’s soul has left her body but she is tethered to her physical self. Think of it like having a chain on your ankle. Poor lass. She can’t return or move on”

“Move on?!” Dean nearly choked on his words.

Rowena noticed Dean’s sudden change in his stance and the concerned look etched on Sam’s face as he slowly made his way back over to his brother. She sighed and softly tried to explain as best as she could “Dean, Y/N is deteriorating rapidly. This curse is slowly eating away at her and let’s not mention that her physical form has not had any nourishment in days. Ideally, she needs a hospital to keep her body alive”

Panic seemed to set in for both of the boys as they looked back at each other. Dean’s eyes couldn’t focus on anything, he kept looking to you on the bed to Sam to the floor. You couldn’t be deteriorating. You couldn’t be slowly dying. This wasn’t happening. Why didn’t they think of this sooner? The thought that you weren’t eating or drinking hadn’t crossed their minds. Dean reached forward and took a hold of your hand as his other hand pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his thoughts.

Sam tried to compose himself and his thoughts so he could be there for his brother and so he could keep his mind straight to help to keep you alive. You needed a feeding tube to help keep your body nourished but no one they knew could perform such a procedure.

“We can’t take her to a hospital, she has no pulse. She’d be pronounced dead at the scene” Sam confirmed, thinking aloud.

Rowena just nodded in agreement “Then we best work fast” She suggested, looking between the brothers “You still got my grimoire?”

Sam’s expression turned tight as Rowena looked at him “It’s not your-we have it” He struggled to get out, refusing to get into the argument again about whose grimoire it was. He knew he would have to make sure to never leave Rowena alone with the book as he was sure she would steal it. He was also refusing to get into an argument.

“Let’s get to it” Rowena stated as she strode past Sam, patting him lightly on the chest. Sam just maintained his bitch face as he followed the witch down the hall to the library, leaving Dean with your body.

Dean couldn’t believe what he had heard. Not only were they fighting the curse that bound you, they were now racing against the clock as your body wasn’t getting what it needed to survive. He let go of your hand and gently placed it on your chest, his fingers lingering on your skin “We’ll get you out Y/N, I’ll get you out. I promise”

Standing in front of the fire, you’d lost track of time. You stayed staring at the spot Dean was once standing in for a while before you turned to watch the embers of the fire dancing away from the flames. You were finding it hard to process what was happening, your mind felt like it was spinning. You’d been trapped in this place for nearly a day, you’d heard or seen Dean three times since then. You couldn’t get how time was different for you. You weren’t in another dimension, there was no way, why would another dimension have a barrier? You had to be still on your earth somewhere but the time paradox was really throwing you.

With a sigh, you turned to look around the room. You had to find something to distract yourself with, maybe only then will you start to remember something about your predicament. Each time you tried to focus on what Dean had told you, about the store and the witch, you just got the same flashbacks. Sitting with Dean in the impala, talking with Sam in the motel room and heading to the bar. You smiled slightly when you also remembered the weight of Dean on top of you when he pinned you to the bed. Sure, it was playful but you were thankful you can remember at least that. It was something you could definitely distract yourself with later to help you sleep.

With a grunt of frustration, you decided that taking a bath might help you to warm up and at least provide something different than sitting and staring at the fire. Pulling the blanket closer around your shoulders, you made your way across the old wooden floorboard, headed towards the bathroom. Just before the door, the toe of your shoe caught a loose floorboard and made you trip, nearly losing your balance. You cursed as you regained your balance before looking down and noticing the slightly raised floorboard, kicking it with your boot. Upon doing this, you saw the floorboard move and your curiosity got the better of you.

Moving down onto your hands and knees, you felt all around the floorboard and noticed ridges on one side. This was your indication that this was more than just a loose board, there was something under it. You scrambled to get a hold of the board, your fingernails digging slightly into the wood as you pulled it up. You coughed slightly at the dust that rose up with the board before widening your eyes at what you saw.

There in a little make shift twig box, were scraps of paper, receipts, anything that could be scribbled on. They were full of words, paragraphs, letters and it was in that moment that you realised that you weren’t the first person to be trapped here. There were others before you. Dread overcame you, what had happened to them? Did they make it out of here alive?

Your head started to hurt and you brought your hand up to your temple to try and ease the pain. It felt like a sudden sharp migraine and you felt like you couldn’t focus on anything in front of you. You started to have flashes going through your minds’ eye of just what had happened to you. You remembered being in the store. You remembered speaking to the witch and all the pieces of jewellery she had around her neck. You remembered feeling sleepy and seeing a blue hue surround you as she spoke to you. However you can’t see what was in front of you at the time. The words the witch whispered were echoing in your head “Altum somnum” You repeated to yourself, feeling a little elated that you were starting to remember.

You pulled the basket from its hiding place intent on reading through whatever messages were left behind. One of these could hold a clue to your escape, one of these notes could hold the secret of where you were. You had to tell Dean but you had no idea how to summon him, you could only wait until his next visit to tell him your news.

That you were starting to remember what happened to you.

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