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weirdochick56 · 5 years

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Past Lives- Dean Winchester AU Chapter Three

Dean Winchester x Photographer!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language. Sadness. Heartbreak. Cheating.

Disclaimers: I don’t own DW.

Word Count: 6,121 words

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You wring your hands nervously, fingers subconsciously fiddling with the ring on your forefinger. Dean had given it to you, the simple silver band and small puzzle piece bringing you the warmest of feelings and comfort, somewhat quelling your anxious mental chatter.

You teased him endlessly for it afterward but Dean had made sure to tell you how serious he was as he slid his own, vastly more masculine counterpart, on.

“Because you’re my missing puzzle piece. Because despite what it seems, you complete me and I complete you.” And then he’d leaned over and kissed you sweetly on the lips, hugging you firmly to his chest. He held you like no one else even existed other than you. Like you were his most treasured thing in the entire universe.

You couldn’t remember a day where you had felt as happy as you did that one. Dean satisfied you in ways you didn’t even know existed before him.

And now...now you were getting ready to possibly break his heart.

He had begged you to stay in Darkwell with him when the option of flying out to a completely different state was put on the table. Hell, he practically got on his knees. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest when you remember the desperation his beautiful face held when you’d told him you might be leaving for college.

He didn’t want you to leave. Said it’d end your relationship and that he couldn’t possibly live without you.

But you knew - you didn’t want to admit it to yourself at the time- but you knew that your future ran far beyond Darkwell. You had the kind of heart and passion for photography that a small quaint town like Darkwell could never nurture. And now, after weeks to think it over obsessively, you were ready to take the next big step in the direction of forever.

SAIC, the school of your dreams, had offered you a full four-year free ride to their institution and the fact that they hosted the best photography courses in the country didn’t make your decision any easier. Who were you to let that go? To let an opportunity such as this one go to waste?

Your future was at stake and although you loved Dean from the deepest parts of your soul, you knew that if he felt the same, he’d let you go to accomplish your life-long dreams.

That was what love was right? Letting go of the people you love for their ultimate happiness?

And it wasn’t like you were going to stop being in a relationship with him either. Like you were going to stop loving him.

You wanted to be with Dean forever if possible. You dreamed of carrying his children and marrying him and having “an apple pie life” as he liked to call it. You desperately wanted that with him. You wanted it so much, sometimes, it physically hurt you.

So you knew for a fact that a long-distance relationship could never alter your feelings for him. They were just that strong.

And you were prepared to tell him that. To let him know that you were so helplessly in love with him you weren’t letting him go despite the distance separating you two.

So with the heaviest, fastest-pounding heart, you’d ever experienced, you make your way to the small beige house at the end of your block. Only a small lantern illuminated the mostly-dark end of the street as dogs barked in the far distance.

It was fairly late, you knew that. And you hadn’t told Dean you were coming. In truth, it was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing, coming here to tell him this right now.

But you had built the courage and if it wasn’t now, then he wouldn’t find out till you were eight hundred miles away from him. Plus, you knew for a fact he’d be here. It was a Wednesday night so he didn’t have anything going on.

You bite your lip nervously and walk slowly up the stoops, stopping at his front door. With a slightly trembling hand, you press the ring bell, shivering when a cold wind whisks past you and trying to ward off the anticipation gnawing at your queasy gut.

Was this really a good idea? What if Dean ends up hating me? What if the long-distance relationship proposal is something he's not up for and we end up-

You choke back a startled scream when the door flies open, and you’re face to face with Dean’s father; John Winchester.

John Winchester was kind of a mysterious figure in Dean’s life, that much was clear. He was a drunk and hardly ever home for his boys, but he did care for them as far as Dean had told you. He didn’t really like speaking of his father much.

And as far as you were concerned, John Winchester was a shadow, always near but never really a part of anything. Obscure and undecipherable, he was.

You gulp as he slumps lazily against the door frame, giving you a questioning frown. “Can I help you?”

Softly, you speak. “I’m here for Dean?”

He gives you a once-over, chuckles, then leans off the door frame, stumbling his way inside and speaking in a slightly slurred voice over his shoulder.

“Come on in sweetheart. Dean’s upstairs,” he mumbles something else under his breath, plopping back onto the small couch with his eyes glued on the tv and his beer already in hand.

You don’t waste any time idling around, quietly walking in and making a beeline for Dean’s room upstairs.

That is....until a loud snicker from John halts you right before you place your foot on the first step.

You stop and listen carefully to what he mumbles mockingly under his breath. “Damn, that boy is on fire!”

You frown, finding the remark a bit random, but climb up the stairs nonetheless, heart pounding loudly in your ears and hands getting clammy.

C’mon Y/n! Calm down. Dean isn’t going to make you choose, he loves you! He told you so himself and you’re it for him, just like he’s it for you, so no need to-

Just as you reach Dean’s door, you pause, a frown blossoming on your face almost instantly.

There was a sound- loud banging...and...screams? No, more like, shrieking?

Your eyes widen in alarm and your heart races even faster in your chest. Your brain becomes faint and your throat closes up with urgency. It sounded like someone was getting hit. Really hard.

You gasp loudly when a thought strikes you.

Was Dean in danger? Had someone tried to break in through his window? Or even worse, was it someone from the- Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! You try to remain composed, looking for anything at hand you could use to battle an intruder.

Silencing an excited yelp, you shoot forward and grasp Dean’s old baseball bat tightly in your hands, holding it readily above your head with one hand and using the other to turn the doorknob.

As silently as you can, you step in as the banging and screaming come more into focus. It almost sounds like- you quickly brush the thought off. Dean could be in danger and you’re here thinking about sex.

The room is dark and you can only see what you imagine is Dean and the perpetrator ensuing on a struggle in the bed, so you decide to flicker the lights on for a better view of who you’d be hitting.

“Worst mistake of your life” would be a vast understatement in this particular situation.

Because what you saw next absolutely and utterly crushed you. Broke you completely.

You stood there, heart completely torn to pieces as Dean scrambles to get off some brunette he’d been previously fucking into his mattress.

A slight sheen of sweat glistened on his tanned, lean torso under the moonlight filtering from the slightly-opened window and for a moment, a mere moment of complete agony when your eyes met his shocked green ones, you couldn’t breathe. The pain was so great, it was suffocating you as you remained immobile, gawking at the scene unfolding before your very eyes and still unable to grasp everything that had just been unveiled.

Dean keeps the sheet tightly wrapped around his slim hips and you can’t help it when the bat drops from your trembling hand and lands loudly and carelessly on the floor of his room.

Tears quickly prick the back of your eyes and your nose and not a single breath is released past your throat.

“D-Dean?” You breathe, mouth agape, heart utterly shattered.

His eyes widen out of shock and fear and he lets out a choked-back gasp. “S-sweetheart!”

You almost couldn’t believe it. And maybe you didn’t want to believe it. Maybe you wanted this all to be some horrible nightmare you could wake up from and be happy again.

But even as your ears rung and your body remained frozen in place and your lips parted and closed repetitively with utter shock- even then, you knew this kind of pain, the kind that is so powerful it numbs the rest of your senses so that you can’t do anything but feel this intense, overwhelming grief wash over your entire being mercilessly, it couldn’t belong to a simple bad nightmare. No. This kind of all-consuming pain, the one hitting you right now, it was real. And so was the reality of the situation.

Dean cares not for the nudity of the brunette when she yelps in protest at the loss of coverage for her nonexistent dignity. You almost don’t notice her, but from what you can tell, the girl is runway-model gorgeous.

You feel queasy as more tears resurface.

He makes his way to your frozen figure, eyes ablaze with unbearable guilt.

“Y/n,” he whispers hoarsely, arms outstretched as if to touch you.

You blink back tears frantically and scoot as far away from his nearing touch as you possibly can without actually leaving the room.

“Don’t touch me,” you spit with disgust, glaring at him through your blurry eyes.

He flinches with hurt and his own eyes fill to the brim with tears as yours roll down your cheeks, warm and wet.

He swallows thickly and his voice breaks when he speaks to you. “Please Y/n, let me explain. I-”

You cut him off harshly, complete and utter hurt, betrayal, and grief hitting you in large, powerful waves of excruciating pain one after the other. “Explain what Dean? Huh? The fact that you think I’m some dumbass that you can simply manipulate and fool mercilessly or the fact that you’re a cheating lying son of a bitch?”

Your coldness clearly hits him hard as he flinches back from you, his jaw clenching with soft eyes.

“Please Y/n. Please, I beg of you. It isn’t like that! I love you!” he reaches out once more to get a hold of your arm, but you scoot back further from his touch, the immense pain in you suddenly turning into pure rage and disgust. At him. The mere thought of him touching you after having tangled his fingers in her hair. Of using those same hands to touch her in places he probably hadn’t even touched you made you feel absolutely sick to your stomach.

“Don’t. Touch. Me.” You wipe violently at your tears with the backs of your hands and throw him another disgusted look. “You actually make me sick Winchester. God, I’d be more pissed at you right now if I weren’t so angry at myself. I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve known that you were the piece of shit everyone warned me against.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him the chance to, speaking with venom laced in your every word, your gazes evenly met, but yours far more cold and detached than his, which was full with burning regret and fear.

“I actually believed you. God, I can’t believe I fell for your act. Of course you‘d do this to me eventually. And of course, I didn’t fucking see it coming because I didn’t fucking listen.” You smile sardonically, throwing your hands up and trying to push back the big fat tears in front of him. “I refused to believe what other people could see and I couldn’t. Because I was so damn blinded by my love for you and was hell-bent on convincing myself you were actually salvageable.” You scoff at him with pure and utter disgust. “But boy was I wrong.”

He looks down guiltily, begging quietly. “Y/n, please listen to me...” he looks up at you, terror in his eyes. It’s clear from the gritting of his teeth and the tightening grip on the sheets that he’s holding back from touching you. “I swear on my mom’s grave that what I have with you isn’t an act. Y/n please you have to believe me. I’m in love with you.”

Normally this would’ve worked on you. The sincerity in his eyes, the desperate breathiness of his voice, but now that you knew it was a trick, he just ends up looking like a sadistic entitled ass whom you feel nothing but hatred towards. The most immense love was now just as big and full- but with turned to hate and rage instead of endless adoration. Everything -even the air- now tasted sour.

“And you,” you walk past him, careful not to touch him and towards the bed, where the bitch laid, bare and spectating the entire conversation between you two like she had done nothing.

Upon closer inspection, you realize this is someone you know. You look back at Dean with shock on instinct. His back is to you and he stands in the exact same spot as before, head bowed low. You quickly realize your mistake and whip back around to face her, a cold smirk painted clear as day on your face.

“Jane Thomas, huh? I always knew you had particularly low morals, but this? Really bitch?” You cross your arms over your chest and look down at her, cool and -somehow- collected.

She sucks her teeth cockily and smirks up at you, stretching over Dean’s bed lazily like some sort of cat, frustratingly perfect body on display.

“Hey, I don’t blame Dean-o.” She looks you up and down with indifference, piercing blue gaze meeting your own. “I’m definitely an upgrade.”

Her words sting. They really sting. You’re not going to deny that to yourself, but who said she needed to know that?

You go to tell her off but are cut off by Dean.

“Jane, just shut the hell up will you?” He growls.

Your head immediately snaps to him and your face twists into a scowl, your dinner crawling its way up your throat at the sight of him, the face he uses when he’s being protective over you fiercely instilled. It once brought you an immense amount of discreet joy but now...

“Dean, make me a favor and. Stop. Talking.” You almost add “because the more you talk the more it hurts to be here and the less I can act like you haven’t just destroyed me” but bite back your tongue, observing as he immediately shuts up. You know it’s fucked up, but your heart breaks when his eyes, all big and green and wet and wounded meet yours.

Not that it moves you. At all. If anything, it only fuels what you do next more.

You turn back to look at Jane, who’s glaring at you sharply, but still looking far too cozy.

You don’t think you can stay for much longer in this place or with them, the stench of her cheap perfume and fresh sex covering every inch of every wall in the place.

With a condescending smile, you look down at her. “You know...you may think you’ve won. You may think that because he cheated on me with you you’re somehow better. An “upgrade”, if you will.” You lean in real close, making sure her eyes are looking straight into yours so she can see you’re dead serious. “But the truth is, you haven’t won. Because I’m not hurt in the least that it’s you.”

She sputters, swallowing thickly. “W-what do you mean?”

You chuckle in a sickly sweet manner and can see Dean shivering from beside you at the clear darkness of the sound.

“Because, you imbecile, you’re not an upgrade. In fact, you’re so under me that I simply cannot find it in me to be hurt that it’s someone like you.” You turn to Dean, making sure they’re both being addressed by you. “I would’ve been even more hurt if he’d cheated on me with someone with a tad bit more class and intellect. But you, Jane dear, you’re predictable. I expected nothing more from an uncultured, bourgeois philistine and -quite frankly- basic bitch such as yourself.”

You almost laugh at how much more confused she looks than offended. You can’t wait for her tiny walnut-sized brain to catch up to the insults with the help of google.

You turn to Dean, your face stoic as you all but rip the ring he gave you from your finger. You can’t help it when finger immediately feels naked without it, your soul hollow and the true gravity of what had just happened hitting you like a ton of weights. But you pay the emptiness in your heart no mind.

You quickly step close to him, blinking back even more tears. Remaining strong was tearing you up on the inside. Acting like a cold bitch even though what Dean had done was breaking you was hard. It was like being stabbed and having the knife twisted whilst it was still sunken deep into your skin.

His eyes are bigger and more guilt-ridden and broken than you’ve ever seen them but you can’t find it in you to feel anything other than hate and resentment towards him for what he’d done to you.

With strength you had no idea how you mustered, you slap the ring into his chest, your hand quickly retracting from him as his own rises and grips the silver piece of jewelry with heartbreaking slowness.

“I hope you know that you’re dead to me Dean Winchester. I would’ve expected this from anyone- everyone- else but you.” Unwillingly, your voice cracks at the end of your sentence and his frown deepens as big hot tears roll down your face.

“I gave you everything and it still wasn’t enough. All those lies you were spewing when you told me you loved me- that you were in love with me...All those moments we shared t-the ones I cherished the most. The ones that I gave to you despite knowing they would matter for the rest of my life...Th-they meant nothing to you. Absolutely nothing.” A soft sob escapes you and you immediately cup your mouth, watery eyes meeting his. “They meant everything to me Dean. You meant everything to me.”

You look at him one last time. Really look at him. Not for who he acted like with you. But for who he really was, the real Dean Winchester.

And as you looked at him, half naked, hair messy and eyes red-rimmed and tender and begging you softly, you realized...He-he was broken. He was a sad boy who craved love. Someone to save him from his deepest darkest inner demons. ...And you knew this all along.

With a final shaky, deep breath, you straighten out your back and hold your chin up in the air.

“I thought I could save you, Dean. But I see not even the immense love I felt for you was enough to save you from yourself.”

His lips part and fresh tears push their way up to his eyes, silently rolling down his cheeks.

“Y/n, please! W-we can talk this out! Please, baby, I love you! You have to believe me-!” He reaches out, hands outstretched towards you, but you shake your head at him firmly.

“This is goodbye forever Dean Winchester. I never want to see you again.”

And with those final words, you leave him, the first man you’ve ever loved with your entire being and thought you knew, standing there, half-naked and alone. Truly alone.

You blink.

Once.

Twice.

And almost a third time, to try and wrap your head around the abruptness of it all.

Because there he was. There he was. The first man you’d ever loved. Your first everything.

With a racing heart, and pushing through the initial shock of it all, you gaze at him, eyes flickering unbelievingly fast, aiming to take in as much as him in as you could.

A shock of electricity runs through you unwillingly. You can’t help it when your heart flutters at how unbelievably gorgeous he was.

His sharp jaw was no longer only smooth skin, but lightly stubbled and made him look more masculine than before. His cheekbones remained high and sharpened the rest of his heavenly facial structure. ...and his lips, those plump pink lips you’d often found yourself having fantasies about as a teen, were now even plumper than before. He’d gotten bigger but instead of it being fat, he’d gained muscle. So much muscle.

You suppress a small groan as your eyes flutter. You don’t realize he’s sizing you up too until your eyes meet his.

Ah, those eyes.

You’d almost forgotten the effect they had on you until they meet for the first time in almost a decade and it’s suddenly crystal clear why you fell for them in the first place. Your heart skips a beat and you find it hard to catch your breath at the sheer beauty they held. So green...so intense.

He looked at you with complete shock and awe, his lips parted slightly. It’s hard not to enjoy how gobsmacked he was.

But there’s also something so deeply hindering in his gaze. Because although it’s clear he’s completely taken aback by you, the expression on his face completely catches you off-guard. He looked...wistful.

Your whole body twitches, your breathing quick and your fast heartbeat making you dizzy. Your stomach flips and knots a hundred different ways and you don’t remember the last time you ever felt so...unnerved by a mere look.

Neither of you looks away from the other too soon though. Completely bewitched. Under some spell...

Finally, you snap out of it, adverting your eyes elsewhere. It feels like an entire eternity, but it was probably only a few seconds.

You dip your head down, using your hair as a protective curtain and begin to completely freak the freak out.

Oh gosh, what do I do?! D-do I say hi? Do I smile? Wave maybe?

Your hands get clammy and your breath shortens with panic. You consider bolting out the door and acting oblivious to it all when the decision is made for you by Oliver.

“Y/n Y/l/n! Oh my God! Is that you?!”

You groan mentally, hiding a flinch when you raise your head with an awfully awkward smile plastered on your face. Slowly sliding off the stool, you have no choice but to approach the pair.

You try to keep your nervous trembling as minimal as possible and your buckling knees well-hidden by having a firm grasp on the bar. Somehow avoiding falling on your face, you stop a few feet away from both men, painfully aware of Dean’s burning gaze on you.

You swallow thickly before offering Oli the sweetest smile you could muster. “Oli. It’s nice to see you again.”

He gasps a little, looking you up and down.

“Y/n, oh my God! It’s been so long sweetie! I can’t believe you’re back.” He beams so genuinely, you can’t help but return the favor with a real smile of your own.

“Yeah, me too.” You find your smile wavering because Dean hasn’t stopped looking at you this entire time. “But I’m only staying here for a week so...”

He gasps in dramatic horrification. “My God Y/n, that’s such a short amount of time!” You hear Dean shift uncomfortably beside you, but decide to ignore it.

“Yeah I know, but I can only really stay for my dad. I’ve got a-” You immediately stop yourself from saying “wedding” and smile to cover your fuck-up up. “An event to plan.”

Oli raises a suspicious brow but doesn’t comment further, opting to give you a dazzling smile instead. “You look fucking gorgeous by the way. Damn girl, the city did you well.”

“Thanks,” you mumble. You can’t help but blush and giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and biting your lip.

Slowly, and with fear equally as much as anticipation gnawing away at your gut, you slowly turn to face Dean, releasing your lip gently to speak.

“Hi.” Your voice is so soft and trembling, you’re surprised he even hears it. I mean, you barely yourself with your heart thumping so loudly in your ears.

His voice is just as soft and breathy with awe and shock as he looks at you, gulping lightly. A small, slightly sad smile graces his luscious lips. “Hey.”

His voice is smoother, richer and far more masculine than you remembered it to be and it sends pleasureable shills up your spine. Damn, his voice was sexy.

You suddenly have an overwhelming desire to stare at him longer, but refuse to give into to it, turning around to smile at Oliver once more.

Dean, however, doesn’t seem to feel the same, his eyes still stubbornly set on you. It’s almost as if he’s looking at you with the intensity of a thousand suns, eyes grazing every inch of your body like he wanted to photograph it with his eyes.

You felt a warm fuzziness blossoming in your chest. One that prompted tingles to erupt under your skin. One very much like the one you felt for him a long time ago.

And you didn’t like that prospect. At all.

Your head felt unbelievably faint with surprise both at him and well, him as you pretended not to notice his -for lack of a better word-existence.

“Anyways, I just came to say hello Oli. I’ve got to get back soon.”

He pouts, his excitement dimming significantly at your words. “Aw, hun! But I thought we could catch up with everything! Ya’ know...like how life was after SAIC and living in the big apple! I can get you a drink or something-”

You shake your head firmly, giving into the nagging urge and glancing at Dean slightly. He’s already looking at you, so your eyes end up clashing against eachother as soon as you make the rookie mistake.

He blinks a few times, dazed, before clearing his throat and turning his gaze to his beer as if to seem uninterested.

You purse your lips before turning back to Oli with a nervous smile. “Uh, I’d really love to Oli, but my mom’s expecting me to go out with her.” You grin softly, feeling guilty for both lying and leaving so abruptly. “Raincheck?”

He seems hesitant but nods with a small smile nonetheless. “Sure. Think you can swing by tomorrow to chat?”

You smile meekly, rubbing your neck doubtfully. “I don’t know. Depends on what the doctors say to my dad, but we’ll see.”

Oliver immediately frowns, shaking his head sadly. “Yeah, I heard about what happened to your dad, hun. I’m sorry ‘bout that.”

You fight really hard to brush off Dean’s intense staring and the ridiculous effect it has on you, but it was infuriatingly hard to do. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be having zero issues feeling grateful for a friend’s apparent empathy and staying to chat.

You offer a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah, thanks. I uh- I h-have to go now so...” you glance at Dean awkwardly and give them a wave of the same manner.

Oli responds enthusiastically, waving frantically after you. You can’t help but giggle softly and shake your head at him, somewhat glad to see your old friend despite the circumstances. Dean offers a tight-lipped smile and waves unceremoniously.

You nod a bit, turn on your heels and walk off. You can still feel Dean’s gaze following your retreating back as you walk away, your heart pounding erratically.

What the fuck was that?

“I saw Oliver Rochester today.”

To be fair, the incident had been on your mind for the remainder of the day, so when faced with a heavy silence at the table during dinner, that was the first thing that escapes your mouth.

Your mom smiles, swallowing her food and raising her brows from across you. “Really? How’s he doing?”

You poke a baked potato with your fork and shrug. “He’s fine I guess. Didn’t get much time to talk to him.” You pop the potato into your mouth and hold back a groan at the buttery goodness currently melting in your mouth.

Your mom hums thoughtfully, seemingly overly-interested. “Were you in a rush hun?”

You blush, smiling sheepishly. “Something like that.”

She searches for your gaze, but you refuse to look at her. “Why?”

You choke on your food promptly and your mom only grows more suspicious at your reaction. You attempt to shrug casually, hoping she’ll drop the subject.

“Y/n? You couldn’t have been in a rush today. That’s kind of impossible considering you just got back. Why didn’t you wanna talk to Oli?”

Dabbing your lips carefully, you sigh defeatedly. “You’re not gonna drop it are you?”

She smiles triumphantly. “Nope.”

You clear your throat and sigh again, this one exasperated. On one hand, you didn’t think talking about your abrupt and awkward encounter with Dean Winchester was a good idea. But on the other hand, you were practically itching to tell someone.

“So?” She urges impatiently. “Why were you in a rush? Saw someone you didn’t like?”

You snort. “That’s an understatement. He was there.”

Your mom remains oblivious for a few more seconds, brows furrowed. “What do m-oh!” She snaps her fingers and then she does a double take, eyes wide and excited as she leans forwards in over-the-top interest. “You mean Dean?!”

You glare at her. “Mom.”

There was also that small detail. Your mom kind of...doesn’t know why you hate Dean with such a passion. I mean, she knows about the break-up, she saw you wallow in self-pity the days leading up to your leaving, but you might’ve...sort of...lied? Not a huge lie. You simply covered up the fact that Dean had cheated on you with the excuse that your heartbreak was all due to you traveling out-of-state for college.

She raises her hands in mock self-defense, huffing. “You know, I don’t know why you hate that boy so much. He loved you.”

You gape at her words, nearly choking on your wine. “W-what?”

She shrugs, cutting up her stake nonchalantly. “It was clear as day. When someone looks at someone else the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t looking...” she grins. “There’s really no other explanation.”

Your grip on the glass tightens significantly and you try not to chuck it across the room out of pure irritation. If only she knew...

“That’s in the past anyway,” you can’t help but grumble sourly, taking a huge gulp of wine.

She laughs, not looking up at you as she cuts up more of her steak. “Fine, But you can’t tell me the man ages like fine wine. I mean-“

“Mom!” You gasp, utterly horrified and already blushing madly.

She looks up at you and bursts into hysterics. You let out an incredulous groan and stare at her with wide eyes.

She speaks in between pants. “Y-Your...face. I-I can’t!” And then she bursts into a whole new set of giggles before finally calming down enough to speak a somewhat comprehensible sentence.

“Y/n,” she looks you dead in the eye. “I honestly don’t know why you hate him so much, but you can’t deny that Dean is an incredibly attractive man.”

When you see no trace of a joke in her face, only an annoying expectancy of you to agree with her, you grow increasingly uncomfortable. You push yourself off your chair on the table and groan -albeit- to cover up your true discomfort at the topic.

“Well, unfortunately, it would seem I can’t stick ‘round for much longer. I have to call Dave.” Your frown funnily at her. “You remember Dave right mom? Ya’ know, the guy I’m marrying in a few weeks. So if you’ll excuse me..” you smile sarcastically, walking away from her.

She calls after you, voice dripping with sarcasm that almost rivaled your own. “I’d like to meet this guy you say you’re marrying! Preferably before you commit yourself to him for the rest of your life if that’s possible!”

Once you’ve brushed your teeth and changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas, you settle into your bed. You’re cautious at first seeing as the last incident didn’t go so well, but once you’re done blushing profusely at the memory and feeling comfortable enough that it wouldn’t happen again, you settle into the warmth.

Picking your phone up from your nightstand, you turn it on, eyes frantically searching for any sign of Dave. Ah! There it is! You smile.

Dave sent you a message.

Your fingers fly across the keys as you unlock your phone and press the messaging icon.

From: Dave❤️😍

Hey babe. I’m so deeply sorry I couldn’t get to you earlier. I got your message and just wanted to let you know the wedding planner is still working out a few kinks with the silverware...or something....

Anyways, my business trip just ended and I’m home right now, headed to sleep off the jet lag.

Is your dad alright? I didn’t want to call and intrude, but let me know when you see this to update me both on him and your safe landing.

Love ya’😘

You can’t help but smile brightly, immensely happy at the text. He does care. I mean, you already knew that obviously, but with the hectic energy of today and Dave’s busy schedule, sometimes it was easy to forget it just how present for eachother you really were.

You immediately go over to his contact name, pressing it with eagerness. You practically bounced off your bed with excitement as you pressed the phone to your ear, intently listening to the ringing.

...only to be disappointed a few seconds later. Again.

Your smiles falls at the familiar voicemail. “Hi, this is Dave Larrson and this my personal phone number. If you’re looking to-“ before his dumb recording can continue to speak and further aggravate you, you sluggishly press the red button, a sad sigh escaping your lips.

You really wanted to talk to him. You wanted to hear his voice, to help remind you just how much you had waiting for you back in NY. You had no idea why you needed this so desperately but didn’t read too much into it. What’s wrong with wanting to speak to your fiancée?

Though, you suppose he’s sleeping right about now. I mean, he was working all week, at least you got some days off. Maybe you should just stop being so selfish.

A bit reluctantly, you text him.

To Dave❤️😍:

Hey baby. I landed safely, though I’m a bit achy all over from the jet lag.

Thanks for checking in with her. (Idk if I should be worried that you’re so lost in the planning process😂.)

My dad is stable, but the doctors are keeping him under close watch in an ICU just to see how his cancer’s gonna progress and when it’s okay for him to leave. I’m going to see him tomorrow morning though, so that’s good.

You’re probably sleeping right about now, but call me as soon as you see this. I want to hear your voice.

Love ya’ too. 😘

You sigh lightly, putting your phone back on your nightstand and letting the exhaustion of the day hit you like a truck.

Your body begins to shut off, eyes fluttering shut, muscles relaxing, breathing slowing down and just before completely losing consciousness, you can’t help but think back to today.

To Dean’s hauntingly green eyes.

It was only your first day back and already the exact thing you didn’t want happening...happened. And with that last thought, a half-second one manages to slip in before you fall still.

You wondered what a brand new day like tomorrow would bring.

Nothing good, that’s for sure.

***

YAYYYY!! Idk why, but I have so much motivation for this one!

The slow burnnnn that will befall you, my dearies, will be unlike any you’ve ever experienced. MUAHAHAHA!!

BRING ON THE FIREEE!!

Lmaooo.

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