#firefighter!dean x nurse!reader

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Of All The Places to Meet

Summary: When the reader gets into a bad accident, she doesn’t expect to meet her true mate at the same time...

Pairing: Alpha/Firefighter!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,500ish

Warnings: language, car accident, major injury

A/N: Enjoy!

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“She’s fucking jammed in there good. We need to cut her out.” You blinked open your eyes slowly, very aware of how…off the world seemed. Your head was killing you, that was for sure. Something about the fact you were upside down in your car told you that had something to do with it.

Lazily you turned your head at the scent of vanilla and tobacco, humming at the pleasant smell in the otherwise metallic and burnt rubber scented air. Beside you, crawled in your passenger window on his back, laying on top of your roof was a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring back.

“She’s awake!” called the man, his attention on you the whole time. “Hey, sweetheart. You were in an accident. I’m gonna get you out of here.”

“Smell pretty,” you murmured, fighting off the urge to pass out again. “I’m gonna…”

“Miss. Miss, try to-”

Dean’s POV

“Fuck, she’s out cold again,” I said. I could see where her door was pinned against her left side. It’d be a miracle if she hadn’t shattered her hip or femur. My stomach churned once more, hands gripping the center console that was partially cracked and pushed forward. 

This was not how this was supposed to happen. You don’t meet your true mate in a goddamn car wreck when she’s critically injured. You just don’t.

And now there was another problem.

Alpha’s were notoriously protective of their mates, especially true mates. That instinct skyrocketed when they were injured, even something as small as a cut thumb.

Seeing, smelling, my true mate when she was broken and battered and hurt out of her mind?

Yeah, there was no way I was going to be able to physically get away from this little omega.

“Winchester! Let the medic get in there and we’ll work on getting the driver's door off,” called Benny. My gut said to stay but I also knew she needed someone more qualified than me to attend to her at this moment. Reluctantly, I climbed out and ran around to the outside of the car, a few guys already working on ripping the metal apart.

“She’s got the neck brace on!” called the EMT. “We’re ready for whenever she’s loose.”

Twenty minutes later we finally had the door off, a backboard slipped underneath her and she was being pulled out of the vehicle.

The EMT’s packed her up and somehow she wasn’t bleeding out. There was always the chance for internal injuries though. I wandered over to the back of the ambulance, climbing into the back much to the displeasure of the two EMT’s.

“What the hell are you doing Dean?” said Benny. I chucked my helmet at him, Benny barely catching it. “De-“

“She’s my true mate. I can’t…I need to go.” He sighed but nodded. 

“Let him ride with you. I’ll pick him up at county later. Dean?” I nodded as they started to close the doors. “Listen to the doctors and stay out of their way. That’s how you can keep her safe.”

I nodded as they shut the doors, my focus going to the woman strapped to the stretcher. She looked so broken, covered in blood and scrapes.

I squeezed her hand, a gentle twitch of her finger in my palm. 

“You’ll be okay, Omega. I promise.”

Reader’s POV

You blinked open your eyes slowly, grateful this time you were right side up. The bed was soft and warm even if your body felt achy. A buzz was thrumming through your veins as you looked down, the drugs in your system keeping you calm as you took in the sight. 

Your entire left leg was bruised. Literally every spec of skin was bruised. 

And then you saw the monstrous contraption encasing it, pins holding your thigh in place. Beeping rang through the room as your heart rate shot up, eyes fixated on your wiggling toes.

“Okay. Okay, I can still walk,” you breathed out, inhaling deeply. “Hopefully.”

A wave of exhaustion hit as the door opened, an Alpha!nurse walking inside. “Well good evening Y/N! How are we feeling?”

“Shitty.” You frowned and closed your eyes again.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, checking the monitors and then bending your arms. 

“Uh. I was driving on the highway and then I woke up here,” you said, nose twitching. “Something smelled pretty.”

He just hummed and checked your leg that wasn’t secure, offering you a smile. “I’m going to check a few things and then I’ll bring the doctor in.”

An hour later you were laying back in bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to wrap your head around everything the doctor had said. Intensive physical therapy would be needed for months and even then your leg may never be a hundred percent again. You had a concussion and wouldn’t be able to drive a car for six months most likely. You’d need to take a leave of absence from work. Although that one might not be that bad actually considering how stressful it’d been lately.

On top of all that, apparently there was some creeper Alpha firefighter hanging out in the waiting area. 

Waiting for you.

Because your day hadn’t been unsettling enough as it was.

Before long you were fast asleep, hoping that tomorrow you’d wake up and find out this was just a nightmare.

“Good morning Y/N!” said your nurse, Alfie. You twitched your eye, not deterring his chipper mood one bit. “Feeling any better today?”

“We’re going to have problems if you’re always this bubbly when I wake up, Alfie,” you grumbled, sighing as pain shot up your leg. “If you could just do me a favor and cut off my leg, that’d be appreciated.”

“Oh, don’t be drastic, Y/N. I know the doctor wants to wean you off the pain medicine as soon as possible but it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Did he shatter his femur yesterday? No? When he does he can talk to me about taking away my pain meds,” you said, hitting the button for morphine but nothing coming out. “Alfie. I need something.”

“The doctor gave strict orders to have you on only over the counter-”

“It fucking hurts!” you shouted, surprised at how agitated you were. Normally you were always kind and polite to strangers. But this? You were in pain and you didn’t have the patience to be a socially acceptable human being today.

Alfie looked sympathetic but his reply was cut off when a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes came barging in the room. Strike that. The creeper Alpha firefighter that was stalking you outside was suddenly barging in the room.

“What are you doing to her?” he spat out, venom in every word. You could hear him audibly growl as he stalked over to Alfie, the poor Alpha shrinking back like he was an Omega cornered in a dark alley.

“Hey! Get out of…” you paused when you caught his scent. The heart rate monitor beeped dangerously fast, both of them turning to you. The scary Alpha firefighter suddenly made you calm, his scent giving off clear signals.

Relax Omega. You’re safe and protected.

“You can’t be in here,” said Alfie as he got his wits back. He grabbed the firefighter, shrieking when the man growled so loud it sounded like he’d gone feral. 

“Alfie’s right,” you said, pain filling your heart as you breathed deeply. You had no idea who this Alpha was but you knew his instincts were in overdrive. “You’re filthy and this is an ICU. Go home and clean yourself up. Come back this afternoon and we’ll talk then. That’s an order, Alpha.”

“Yes, omega,” he said softly, nodding once. “Are you okay?”

“Later, Alpha.” He apologized briefly to Alfie before leaving, Alfie relaxing when his scent went with him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t know how you got him to believe you like that. He was this close to snapping.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s my true mate.” Alfie raised his eyebrow and cocked his head.

“We can do a blood test. And make him take one too before we let him back in. On second thought, that’s absolutely happening.”

You raised a hand, wincing as pain pulsated through your leg. “Tell him I asked him to please take the test so he doesn’t take it out on the staff. Please.”

“Will do.” He paused as he exited the room. “I’ll talk to the doctor about your pain meds, see if we can make the steps down not so drastic.”

“Thanks Alfie.”

You were tired when you woke up after lunch and physical therapy. So much so you could barely open your eyes. You wouldn’t think you could be all that physical with a damn broken femur but after they moved and worked you to the point of shouting, you’d changed your mind quickly.

A large, calloused hand stroked your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that fell. The air smelled sweet, like pine and vanilla. “Omega. How can I help the pain?”

“You being here helps,” you murmured, his long fingers brushing away more tears. You squeezed your eyes when pain ripped through you. “They say I don’t need the morphine but I only can sleep today when I’m exhausted from the pain. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get through this.”

“With me, Omega. I’ll talk to the doctors. You were injured only a day ago. They must  have missed something if it hurts so badly.” He bent down and kissed your temple, your eyes fluttering open. “Please don’t worry. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

You stared up into his green eyes, surprised to find him smiling at you. “Why are you so handsome?”

“Makes up for my lack of singing ability,” he chuckled. He brushed your hair behind your ear, his scent coming off in powerful waves to soothe you. “I’m sorry for scaring you earlier. I know you don’t quite know me but I was one of the responders to your accident and when I scented you…my instincts went a little crazy.”

“It’s alright,” you whispered, a flash of pain rising up again. “Can you find the doctor?”

“Yes Omega,” he murmured. “Try to rest.” He got up from the nearby seat and hummed. “I’m Dean.”

“Y/N,” you said, shutting your eyes once more.

“I’ll make it better Y/N. I promise.”

Two Weeks Later

“Hey,” said Dean when he entered your hospital room. “I heard you’re getting discharged today.”

You grumbled from bed, wearing one of his fire station hoodies. He pulled the curtains open, smiling wide as you tugged the hood up. 

“Aren’t you excited to be getting out of here?” He had a point. You were happy to be leaving, with some pain medication too. But your leg was still incredibly fucked and you couldn’t go back to your apartment. Not when it was on the third floor. Dean luckily lived in a ranch style but you hated imposing on him.

“I wish I didn’t have to move in with you.” His smile fell as you groaned. “I meant like this. Because I’m hurt and can’t be alone. I wish we could be like a normal pair of mates.”

“Hey,” he said. He sat on the edge of the bed by my good leg, lightly stroking over the bonding gland in my neck. “We are normal. We just need to practice a bit more patience than other true mates.”

“You mean how I can’t have sex for months until my leg is healed. It’s going to drive both of us crazy to wait.”

“We can bond, just without the knotting. We’re already scent bonded and as long as we don’t stay away from each other for too long-“

“You mean an hour tops? You’re stuck by my side for the next three months minimum. I might not walk correctly again. I might always-“

He put his hand over your mouth, annoyance rising in your veins. 

“I’m your Alpha, even if you don’t bear my mark yet. I never want to hear you say you think I’m stuck with you. Being with you is the only thing I could ever want. We will figure this out and I will not mate you until you are fully recovered. Am I clear, Omega?”

The use of your title from his lips sent fuzzy, calming feelings throughout your body, your head nodding without thinking. Large fingers gently stroked your cheek, a soft hum escaping him.

“Are you ready to go home with me?” 

“Okay, Alpha. You can take me home.”

“You all set?” asked Dean later that evening. You were in bed, leg propped up on some pillows. Dean had spent the day with you, helping you get discharged and set up his house so it was a bit more friendly for you to get around in. 

“As good as I can be,” you said, watching him disappear into the closet, returning in a fire station shirt and a pair of skinny black joggers. “You have work?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “No, no. Just getting comfy for the night. I can order us some food. I’m sure you’re starving.”

“A little,” you said, Dean sitting beside you, urging you to curl into his side. “Thank you for helping me that day. The accident.”

“It’s my job, sweetheart,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “I’m just happy you’re still here. You got lucky.”

“Hell of a way to meet your mate.” He hummed, quietly stroking your bare arm with the tips of his fingers. “I’m really glad I’m not doing this on my own.”

“You’ll never be on your own ever again, Omega. I promise.”

“I know, Alpha. My leg might never heal the same way but at least I got one good thing out of this situation.” He smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. “This comfy ass bed.”

He rolled his eyes with a smirk, kissing the top of your head before he got up. “Alright. With that, I’m off to go be your manly Alpha and hunt down some food for us.”

“You mean order takeout?” you teased. He tossed a pillow at you, laughing lightly.

“For that I’m ordering pineapple on the pizza.” You dropped your jaw, Dean laughing a bit harder, his scent the calmest you’d ever smelled it. “I’m kidding. I’m not deranged.”

“Good cause true mates or not, that is not happening,” you said. 

“Glad we can agree on it,” he said. “What about a supreme?”

“Now we’re talking,” you said. He left the room with a nod, returning a few minutes later with a soft smile. “What?”

“Nothing. Just really glad to finally have found you. It’s…easy with you.”

You knew what he meant, patting the spot next to you. He returned to your side with a smile, pulling you to rest against his chest. His scent filled the air, a relaxed cozy feeling settling in your bones.

“Yes, yes it is Alpha,” you said, taking a deep inhale, exhaling slowly. “It absolutely is.”

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[zepskies]

Smoke Eater - Part 17

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.

AN: Ready for some feels? ❤️‍🩹

🔥 Series Masterlist

Word Count: 5,500 Tags/Warnings: Angst, injuries, hurt/comfort and feels, tinge of spice.~

Part 17: “The Real Deal”

The first time Dean was awake for longer than a few minutes, he asked about you.

Sam wasn’t surprised. He was frankly relieved that he had an answer for his brother.

“She has carbon monoxide poisoning,” he said. Dean’s brows furrowed, but before he could start worrying too badly, Sam cut in again. “She’s okay. They’ve got her on 100% oxygen. Eileen and Andréa are with her right now.”

Dean nodded on a breath of relief, despite coughing himself. He still wore an oxygen mask, but he knew his exposure hadn’t been as bad as yours.

“CO poisoning’s no joke. Don’t let her take off that damn mask for anything until they clear her,” he said.

Sam raised a placating hand. “Don’t worry. She knows she’s got to stay put this time.”

Dean shook his head. You were so damn stubborn. He still couldn’t believe you’d dragged yourself out of bed within minutes of waking up, just to see him.

…Well, he could believe it, but he didn’t have to like it.

“Okay, do you need anything before Eileen and I run home to get you guys some stuff?” Sam asked.

He’d already drawn up a list for both you and Dean of things you two would need for the next couple of days in the hospital. Dean’s stay would likely be longer than yours.

“Nah, I’m good, man,” Dean replied.

He was still trying to find a comfortable position in bed. His back couldn’t fully touch the mattress, so he had to lie on one side or the other. Truth be told, it sucked. His head swam with the effects of the painkillers and antibiotics they were pumping him with, along with his head injury.

While his body wanted to keep sleeping, Dean wanted to see you. He wanted to make sure you were all right. He wanted to know what happened before the fire, and how you’d found out about Nick being Azazel’s son.

And he wanted to get you both home.

He wasn’t sure if he was going to get to do any of those things, any time soon.  

Sam saw his discomfort and frowned in sympathy. He went over to help Dean shift onto his other side. Dean shot him a look of annoyance, but Sam was firm.

“Let me help, or I’m calling Nurse Jeff,” he warned.

Dean's lips pursed. Jeff was nice and all, but Dean could concede this time. At least when it was his brother helping him, he didn’t feel like a complete invalid.  

“Andréa’s gonna stay with her?” Dean asked, while Sam helped him ease over and nodded at his question.

“Yeah. Ellen and Jo are on the way too. They’ll keep you company.”

Dean wanted to quip that he didn’t need a babysitter, but he held it in. It would be nice to see Ellen. He remembered seeing his father, briefly, before he fell back asleep. Sam told him John had gone back to the precinct to work out their protective detail, once you and Dean were eventually discharged from the hospital.

Over the last few hours, the rest of his team from Firehouse 25 had come in to see him in small groups, including Benny, Gordon, and Jack, Meg and Chuck, and Bobby himself, with his gruff worrying. Dean knew the Chief felt responsible anytime his firefighters got hurt, but Dean also knew the only one to blame was himself.

Still, he didn’t regret breaking ranks to go and find you. He’d never regret that choice.

Sam’s hand on his shoulder grounded Dean back into reality.

“Okay, I’ll be back,” said Sam.

Dean nodded, with a hint of a smile. “All right, Sasquatch. Get goin’ then.”   

Sam’s face betrayed his dry amusement…and a hint of fondness. He squeezed the shoulder he held, and hesitated, almost like he was steadying himself before he left his brother alone.

“Hey,” Dean said. He gave his little brother a true smile, if one edged with tiredness. “I’m okay. I don’t break easy.”

After a moment, Sam nodded. His lips flickered at a smile.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, clearing his throat. Before they both might’ve succumbed to a dreaded “chick flick moment,” as Dean called them, there was a knock at the door. Ellen’s head soon peeked through into the hospital room. She smiled as soon as her gaze landed on Sam and Dean.

“There’s my boys,” she said. Sam welcomed her in, along with Jo, before he slipped out. The Harvelles brought food, of course, for you and Dean. And Ellen had bought some flowers.

Dean took off his oxygen mask and teased her a little. “Ooh, for me? You shouldn’t have.”

Ellen shook her head at his familiar antics. Jo came up on his other side of his bed and gave him a softer smile than usual. He tried to return it.

“These are for your girl,” said Ellen. “How’s she doin’? Have you been able to see her?”

Dean’s good humor dimmed. “She’s got carbon monoxide poisoning from the fire, but Sam tells me she’s resting. I haven’t been able to get over there yet.”

Ellen frowned, but she nodded and rubbed his arm. “Okay, well you just stay here and rest. I’ll go over and bring these to her, make sure she’s doing all right. Then I’ll come back and give you a full report. How’s that?”

Dean met her gaze with relief and gratefulness in his. “Thanks, Ellen.”

She nodded, giving him a motherly pat on the cheek. Maybe her brown eyes welled up with tears she would refuse to shed. And maybe Dean pretended he didn’t see them, knowing how she’d hate for him to call her out.  

“You two are gonna be just fine,” she said. Dean agreed with a nod and a smile. She left soon after with the flowers, discreetly wiping at her face.

When the door shut behind her, Jo took a seat beside his bed. She was looking around at the wires, the monitors, the minor burns and scrapes on his face, while trying not to look at the gauze spanning his upper back.

“How’re you really feeling?” she asked eventually, when she was able to meet his gaze.

Dean chuckled a little. “Like shit.”

She laughed too, though it soon ended in tears. She bit her lip against it, with her eyes squeezing shut.

Dean faltered. “Hey, none a’ that.”

It was an effort, but he reached for her shoulder. She clasped his hand there, then she held it between both of hers. Dean squeezed her hands.

“I’m okay. Scouts honor,” he said. He wished he didn’t have to keep telling people that, but here they were.

When she drew his hand against her cheek though, Dean internally sighed. He had to pull away.

Jo felt the loss of his hand, and of him. She looked up at him with sad blue eyes. Dean couldn’t answer her. Or at least, he couldn’t give her the one she wanted.

She ducked her head and tried not to cry harder.

“Jo,” Dean sighed. “Listen to me.”

She wiped at her face and managed to look up at him again. He was direct, but still gentle as he could be.

“You know I love you like family,” he said, “but you also know…I can’t be that guy for you.”

Her brows furrowed as she shook her head. “We had something, Dean.”

“We did,” he acknowledged. He could admit that much, even as he blew out a breath. “I fucked it up.”

At that, Jo’s face shifted towards resignation. “I did my fair share.”

“You were worried about me on the job, that’s all.”

“But you also didn’t fight for me. The second it got hard, you left and called it quits.”

“I know,” Dean admitted. He thought hard, and he nodded. He was a different man when he and Jo began. He hadn’t totally figured out what it was he wanted. He’d just known, instinctively, that it was different with her. He’d wanted to try to be more for her.

But, he’d let Ellen’s warnings and his own fears take over. He knew he’d been a coward, and at the time, he’d convinced himself that Jo was better off without that in her life. He knew now how that had just been a nice justification for breaking her heart.

“I know,” he repeated. “I guess I wasn’t ready for the real deal…but you’re the first one who made me want to try.”

Jo heaved a tremulous sigh, laced with tears that she brushed away from her face. She had already known it, deep down, but now she supposed she had closure. She knew now that he loved you, for real.

“And she’s the one who made it stick,” Jo supplied.

“Yeah,” Dean said. The truth was in his eyes. She’s the one.

After a moment, in which Jo locked away the rest of her heartbreak and denied herself a flash of jealousy, she wiped her face dry and looked up at Dean.  

“Then you rest up,” she said, with a small smile and red-rimmed eyes. “And whatever happens next, you better fight for her.”

Dean smiled back. He gestured at his prone form with a hand.

“And what do you think I’m doing here?”

“Looks to me like you’re sitting on your ass,” she quipped.

Dean laughed so hard he started coughing. Jo shook her head and helped him put his oxygen mask back on.

“God, you’re a mess,” she said.

Dean gave her a mock incredulous look. “Hey, no sympathy for the injured here?”

“If it was sympathy you wanted, you should’ve kept the mask on.”

Hours later, Sam and Eileen came back freshly showered and with plenty of clothes and necessities for you and Dean. And when his hospital room door opened, Dean fought through the haze of the drugs and his swimming head to wake up. He smiled at Eileen, who stepped through the door first. But then his eyes widened.

Sam carefully guided you in a wheelchair, with your oxygen tank rolling in next to you. You held the mask to your face, but Dean still spotted the edge of your smile.

Your eyes shone bright with unshed tears the closer you came. He had to clear his throat himself before he reached for your hand at the same time you held out for his.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey, yourself,” Dean replied. He brought your hand to his lips and held it there. “How you doin’, sweetheart?”

“I’m okay, thanks to you,” you said, smiling, even though your voice shook. Tears slipped down your cheeks. Your lips trembled, and your face ducked down. “I’m so…so sorry.”

Dean frowned and squeezed your hand. “Don’t you do that. This isn’t on you.”

You shook your head, like you didn’t believe him. Or you didn’t want to believe.

He wasn’t having that.

“Hey, look at me,” he demanded. He tugged on your hand, until finally you did as he said. Your eyes were red and spilling over with tears. It made his heart clench, and out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Sam holding Eileen close. Both of them were getting emotional, though Sam was trying not to. 

Jo stood with her mother in the corner. While Ellen dabbed at her eyes, Jo had to avert her gaze. That part, Dean didn't notice, because his lips pressed together as he returned his attention back to you.

“You don’t gotta worry about me,” he said. “I’ll shake this in a few weeks. Tops.”

You nodded, but your denial was still obvious as your shoulders trembled. He could see there was no reasoning with you on this one, so he just tugged you closer—as close as you could get without leaving your wheelchair or taking off your oxygen mask.

He managed to reach for your face, soothing his thumb across your tear-stained cheek. You covered his hand and kept him there, for as long as he was able.

You were discharged from the hospital a couple of days later. It was a few more before Dean was able to join you. He wasn’t happy to learn that his head injury would put him out of commission for at least one to three months.

You wished he would be more fair to himself. He’d suffered a subdural hematoma after he was struck by the beam. The doctor officially labelled it a TBI, or a concussion, and he was already dealing with headaches and bouts of vertigo.

Not to mention the large second-degree burn that was only just starting to heal across his upper back. The doctor also warned that he might suffer some mood swings, due to the head injury.

Meanwhile, you were starting to recover from your cuts and yellowing bruises. Though the carbon monoxide had been driven out of your system, you still had your own headaches, nausea, and a lingering cough.

You both were a bit of a mess. Sam and Eileen had incredible patience, and you were so grateful for their help in those first days back home in Sam and Dean’s apartment. However, you couldn’t shake off your nature to help as much as you could in taking care of Dean while Sam and Eileen were back at work.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t used to being catered to. He didn’t like being, what he deemed in his mind, “useless.” In your mind, that was just too damn bad. He was going to be cared for whether he liked it or not.

So you helped Dean adjust where he lied in bed for the third time this morning, arranging the pillows just so. All while you ignored his crabby mood.

“How’s that?” you asked, fluffing one more pillow between the small of his back and the headboard. You’d managed to find a way for him to sit up without his upper back touching the bedframe.

“Fine,” he said grumpily. He was channel surfing on the TV above his dresser. “And it was fine half an hour ago.” 

His mood was always dour after a shower; it meant you had to help him stand, and make sure he didn’t kill himself by slipping and falling. You sighed and brushed your fingers through his wet hair, mindful of the shaved and bandaged portion on the back of his head. He sure was an awful patient. 

“You used to like it when I joined you in the shower,” you tried to tease gently. He shot you a glance.

“Yeah, that was before I could barely piss standing up,” he replied. You rubbed his arm.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be like this. You’ll be healed up in a couple of months, and we can put this behind us,” you said. If he really wanted you not to feel guilty about his current state, then he was doing a bang-up job.

Dean turned to you then, and you understood the look on his face. Will it really be over?

You couldn’t fault him for it because you didn’t know the answer either. You both knew that Savage & Co. burning down was likely just another battle with Azazel, not the end of the war. 

And that was when John and Cas arrived for a visit, with the doorbell interrupting the silence. It was the first time they’d come together, and that told you one thing: this was more than a familial check-in.

You welcomed them into the apartment and made some coffee for everyone. Cas helped you get the mugs ready in the kitchen. Meanwhile, it gave John a moment with his son.

John dragged a desk chair over and sat by Dean’s side of the bed.

“How’s your head?” John asked.

Dean nodded, though his face said he wished people would stop asking him that.

“On the mend,” he replied instead.

John nodded in return. The space between them was awkward and quiet, except for the drone of the TV. Both men had their protective walls and their thoughts, but neither one was able to lower their guard.

When you and Cas came into the room with fresh coffee, it was a silent relief all around. You sat beside Dean in bed and handed him a mug of decaf. You might’ve claimed it was the real stuff, but Dean’s nose knew the difference; he didn’t play when it came to his coffee. Yet another reason why he hated being on these antibiotics. 

“So, let’s start from the beginning,” John said. He lowered his mug into his lap and looked straight at you. “What happened before the fire? Start from the very top of the day.”

You took in a deep breath and glanced at both Cas and Dean. Cas seemed encouraging, while Dean looked just as grave and interested as his father. 

You explained everything from the moment Marv came to give you his report, intended for Nick. You were going to just leave it with his assistant, but his office door had been open a crack, and you’d heard the voices within. You’d been curious enough to approach the door and listen in.

You recounted what you’d heard between Nick and the other man.

“We’re working together on this,” said Nick. “Keep an eye on the cop. Wait for an opportunity.”

“Together, huh? Azazel has his orders. You trying to take his place?” the other man replied. His voice was thin and nasal. You saw his profile, however. His eyes were dangerous.

Your eyes widened at the implications of his words though. Azazel?!

“Dad agrees with me. The guy’s not getting the hint, so we’ll need to remind him who really makes the rules,” Nick said.

Your eyes widened. Holy shit…Nick’s father is Azazel.

You clasped a hand over your mouth before the gasp could escape. A sharp breath still echoed through the hall. The men’s heads began to turn, but you did as well—away from the door and booking it down the hall as quietly and quickly as you could.

You remembered going back to your office, just to find Nick Savage waiting for you.

Dean’s grip on the bedsheets tightened when you told that part of the story. You tried to spare the details, but there were some things you couldn’t avoid…

A strong hand grabbed you and hefted you up. You felt a trickle of wetness rolling down the side of your face as you stared up into his. It must’ve been blood, but all you could focus on was the satisfaction in Nick’s eyes. Finally, they seemed to say.

But then he paused. Confusion was written across his face.

“Do you smell smoke?” he asked. You both saw it climbing under the door of your office.

It was a distraction that broke you out of your frozen fear.

On pure instinct, you jabbed at Nick’s ribs with your taser.

“After I…managed to get out of my office, that’s when I saw the smoke,” you said. Your voice became a tad more unsteady as the memories flit through your mind.

“It was chaos. People were getting trampled trying to get down the stairs…and when we saw the fire coming from below too, I barely made it out of the stairwell.”

You raised a slightly trembling hand to your mouth, but a warm hand slipped into yours, taking it from you. You met Dean’s furrowed brows and softened eyes.

“Come ‘ere,” he said quietly. You let him pull you towards him, against his side, and you blinked past the sting of tears.

“The rest you guys know,” you continued. “I couldn’t get out. Dean and his guys came and found me. He got hurt trying to get us out of there.”

Dean’s hand rubbed up and down your arm in comfort. He pressed a kiss to your forehead while you wiped at the few tears that managed to escape.

“Did you see Nick at all after what happened in the office?” John asked.

You shook your head. “No. I hope he burned to a damn crisp.”

“He’s officially missing, but his body hasn’t yet been identified from the remains at the building site,” said Cas.

That sobered you. You knew there were many people who hadn’t made it out of the building in time. You just couldn’t fathom the kind of person who would intentionally set that fire, damn the costs.

“What about the other man he was talking to?” John asked. You shook your head, but you provided a detailed description of him, from what you could remember: tall and lean, graying short hair, a nasal sounding voice.

“Any other details you can remember? Anything at all. Could be something you saw or heard, or even smelled,” John pressed.

Your lips pursed. The stress alone of reliving all of this was giving you a headache, not to mention making your chest feel tight. Your reply was a bit more clipped than you intended.

“What, other than the part where I was fighting for my life?” you said. “I think I gave a pretty good statement of the events, Detective.”

John paused. His mouth firmed, but he watched you with more sympathetic eyes. Dean saw that his father was trying to ease up. He rubbed your back in comfort again.

“All right, it’s okay,” said Dean. “You did good.”

You glanced at him and took a small, steadying breath. You relaxed a bit and met John’s gaze.

“I’m sorry,” you said, with sincerity. “If I remember something else, I’ll let you know.”

John nodded.

“That’s all right. We’ve got enough to arrest Nick Savage on assault charges, once we find him.” He shared a brief look with Cas. “In the meantime, we’ve got a couple of guys stationed outside the apartment building here. They’ll keep an eye on things.”

You and Dean nodded; it was a relief, but also disconcerting to know the police were watching you. A chime on your phone soon distracted you though. You reached over for where it lay on your nightstand and read the reminder notification. You turned to Dean.

“Ready for your pain meds?” you asked him. You saw the answer in the tightness around his tired eyes. You rubbed a soothing hand on his thigh. “You should eat something first though. Want some of the soup Eileen made?”

Dean shrugged, making an unenthusiastic sound. Your head tilted as you considered him. Then, an idea struck you.

“Ooh, I could make you a grilled cheese on the side,” you offered in a tempting tone. Your leading smile was just enough to get Dean to smile back, if more reserved.

“Hmm?” you prompted. “Come on, three different cheeses on some buttery bread…”

His smile became more genuine. “Okay, sounds good.”

You nodded and pat his thigh once more. You looked up at the detectives.

“You guys want lunch?” you asked. John started to shake his head, but Dean cut in.

“Trust me, you want to get in on this,” he said. The promise of your cooking managed to cut through some of the haze of his pain and discomfort.

Cas conceded first, with a nod. Though he got up from where he’d been sitting at the end of the bed.

“I’ll help,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. He soon followed you downstairs into the kitchen.

Again, it left father and son glancing at one another in silence. John was leaning elbows on his knees, hands folded. His lips drew upwards as he looked up at his oldest.

“Want some advice from an old man?” he asked.

“What’s that?” Dean replied.

John nodded, quirking a smile. “Hold onto that girl.”

A couple of weeks later, however, tensions were still running high. Dean was frustrated with his own inability, worsening with each bout of vertigo, and every time the pain in his skull necessitated a pill to cope with it. Part of it was also that he needed so much of your help when Sam was at work.

Every time Dean saw you cooking, cleaning, changing his bandages, reminding him to take his meds, helping him get around when he was feeling off…

He was grateful, more than you knew. He just couldn’t feel right about letting you do it all when he saw how tired you were. You were still healing up too. And he could only imagine how stressed you were after everything you’d been through in the past few weeks. Hell, in the past few months.

He felt guilty, and useless, and angry at how you’d gotten caught up in all this, and at Nick Savage and Azazel and everything in between.

So Dean now stewed in all of this while he sat watching mindless reruns of some dumbass show about fake ghost hunters, even though he was trying not to think of anything at all. Somehow he had nothing to do but think, even though the meds he was taking often made him want to crawl into bed and sleep.

You appeared from down the hall, looking and smelling like your nice floral soap after a shower, wearing nothing more than one of his old shirts. Your thighs were bare. Your hair was twisted up on top of your head, just asking to be taken down with a practiced hand. 

Dean liked the look of you.

Not that I can do anything about it, came a dull reminder.

You came around the couch with a roll of gauze and a medicated cream for his burns.

“Okay, Dean. Let’s go ahead and change the bandages,” you said, nodding at his back.

He was reluctant to move. He was finally somewhat comfortable sitting in the corner of the couch with a shit ton of pillows propped against his lower back. And he hadn’t told you this, but a headache had been building for the last hour. He’d been trying to wean himself off the pain meds.

“It can wait until Sam gets home,” he said. “Why don’t you relax? Take a nap or something.”

You frowned at him, tilting your head. “Sam works late every night. Doesn’t it make more sense to get it over with now?”

“You see it would, if you hadn’t already done it yesterday,” Dean replied, with a dry edge to his tone.

You arched a brow at him. You'd re-bandaged the burn across his back yesterday morning. It was now late afternoon.

“The doctor said once a day,” you said. “You want to get an infection?”

The back of Dean’s head pulsed with pain. He gritted his teeth in trying to ignore it.

“You want to get off my back? Literally?” he snarked.

You frowned at him and set down the medical supplies. Your hands went to your hips as you looked down at him.

“I don’t appreciate the attitude,” you said. “I’m just trying to help you.”

“I get that, but you don’t have to take care of me right now,” he said. “You can just let me watch this shitty-ass show in peace.”

Your brows knitted together. Both of you were stubborn, if in different flavors. You tried to come at it with a gentler approach, drawing near him to set a hand on his shoulder.

“I know it’s unpleasant, but you can’t change your bandages by yourself,” you said. Your thumb swept along his neck. You really hated seeing him in so much discomfort. “Don’t you want to get it over with so you can relax for the rest of the day?”

A sharper pain pulsed behind his eyes for a moment, making Dean take in a deeper breath through his nose. He could later admit, he lost patience with you (and his temper).

He turned off the TV and tossed down the remote.

“What is this compulsive need you have to control everything? Do everything?” he snapped. “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t need you to wipe my ass! Just give it a goddamn rest!”

Irritation was hot under his skin…until he actually looked up at your face. The open-mouthed look of shock, and hurt, your eyes welling up with tears as your hand fell away from his shoulder…

That’s when Dean knew this concussion was fucking with him.

There was no way he could be this much of an asshole, could he?

“Shit. Baby,” he tried, but you shook your head at him, making a negative sound when he reached for you. You walked away from him.

“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. “Hold on!”

His first attempt to get off the couch was unsuccessful, and it made his head swim. He grimaced in annoyance, but he used the couch and the coffee table as leverage and pushed through onto his feet.

Once he knew he was steady, he thought he heard you in the kitchen. He found you there, trying to hide your face behind the open door of the pantry while you cried. It broke his heart, really.

“Sweetheart,” he called to you. His hand rested on your back, prompting you to look up at him with red, watery eyes.

“What now?” you asked. “Want to yell at me some more?”

Dean’s sad frown deepened as he tugged you closer, guiding you into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really am. I don’t know where the hell that came from.” 

Maybe the knife stabbing through the back of your head, 'cause you're too stubborn to take all your damn meds, came the dry edge of his conscience.

You held onto him as tightly as you dared while you pressed your tear-stained face into his chest.

“That wasn’t you, Dean,” you said. “I get that you’re in pain, and that you're frustrated, but you don’t have to white-knuckle it. Or take it out on me, for that matter.”

“…I know,” he agreed, laying a kiss on your forehead. “If it happens again, I give you full permission to slap me. Concussion be damned.”

You snorted at that, despite a couple more tears slipping down your cheeks. You wiped them away.

“I know I was being a bit pushy,” you said, with a sigh. “But Sam does work late. I’d feel like shit just lying around here waiting for him to help you. And I’m the reason this all happened anyway, so I might as well—”

“Wait. Stop,” Dean said. He pulled away so he could grasp your arms and look down at you. His brows furrowed, and his jaw worked. “What did you just say?”

You looked up at him, and he saw the vulnerability in your eyes. Your lips pressed together, and you averted your gaze.

“No,” he said, curling his fingers under your chin and lifting your face back up to his. He didn’t like what he saw.

“Okay. Sit with me,” he said. He guided you to the dining table, where he pulled out both chairs. After you sat, he raised a waiting finger to you, just so he could grab his prescription from the kitchen counter and down what should've been his morning dose of pain medication with some water. Then he returned to the table and sat across from you.

By the time he got you to look at him again, your eyes were already filled with tears. He took your hands in both of his.

“What happened to me wasn’t your fault,” Dean said at last. He’d said it before, but apparently it hadn’t gotten through your head.

“You disobeyed a direct order to find me,” you argued. 

“I would’ve gotten called to that fire no matter what,” Dean countered. Still, that didn’t seem to sway you.

“You don’t know what it was like,” you said. You squeezed his hands, and your voice shook. “When I saw you in the ICU…”

All those wires, the newly wrapped burns, the oxygen mask, his skin pale and clammy, and his eyes closed…

“Before you got to me, of course I was scared. For a minute there, I thought I was going to die,” you managed to say. His hold tightened on yours. “But in that room, it was…it was different. It was you, but it was also my grandfather all over again. And I was so damn afraid.”

After that confession, you crumbled once again.

Dean slid his chair forward and held you close. His fingers swept through your hair after taking down your haphazard bun. He managed to pull you into his lap and he shushed you gently.

He glanced up heavenward and actually asked George for the right thing to say to you right now, because he had no damn clue.

After a moment, he released a humorless chuckle.

“You wanna know fear?” he said. “When my dad told me what you’d found out about Nick. And when I got the call that the building was on fire, somehow, I knew you were still in there.”

His fingers brushed along the shallow cut above your brow that was still healing.

“You had to deal with that bastard by yourself. That alone pretty much kills me,” Dean admitted. “And if I hadn’t gotten to you when I did…I’ll never regret that. Ever. I’ll take the whole damn building on top of me if that’s what it takes.”

You leaned back and shook your head at him, but he took your chin between his fingers and stilled you.   

“But I told you,” Dean said firmly. “I’m not leaving you.”

Your eyes met his before you let out a shaky breath. Maybe this time you would believe him.

He leaned down and kissed you soundly, so you’d get the idea. Your hand reached up to caress his cheek, and you moaned when his tongue caressed yours. His hand tightened on your hip.

“Dean.” Your warning was gentle. The doctor hadn’t cleared this yet for him, and he knew it.

“Just a little bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. His hand slipped under your (his) shirt and teased the edge of your panties.

You sighed with conflicting need when you felt the pads of his fingers stroke you through the fabric. It also stroked your arousal back to life.

“Okay, bedroom,” you caved. “But go easy. I’m serious, Dean.”

He smirked and pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be easy.”

AN: Lol trust Dean to push his limits there. 😅 We also got some closure on the Jo & Dean arc, some supportive Sam and Eileen, and some major feels.

In Part 18, Sam and John work together to try and pin down Nick and Daniel/Azazel, Law & Order style...

Next Time:

The charges included four counts of murder in the first degree: the murders-for-hire, enacted by Alastair Rolston.

Followed by attempted murder in the first degree, ten counts of murder in the second degree (those who had lost their lives in the most recent building fire), conspiracy to commit murder, arson, and if that weren’t enough, a charge each of attempted sexual assault and sexual harassment.

When the last two charges were read out loud in the courtroom, Nick looked visibly angry.

Sam glanced over at the defendant with thinly veiled satisfaction. Some days, it was difficult for him to come to work.

Today was not that day.

“All right, that is a laundry list of potential misdeeds,” Judge Deveraux remarked. He looked up at Nick Savage. “How does the defendant plead?”

At the prodding of his lawyer, Amelia Richardson, Nick spoke up.

“Not guilty,” he said. Though he rolled his eyes, as if this was a waste of his time.

“What’s the deal here, Mr. Winchester?” Judge Devereaux asked.

“The primary charges are murder-for-hire, your Honor,” Sam replied.

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Mientras Respiro, Espero - Part 1

Pairing: Firefighter AU Dean Winchester x Nurse!Plus-Size!Mexican!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, a firefighter with a reputation for casual flings, finds himself longing for something more meaningful in his life. Meanwhile, you, a stubborn surgical intern, are trying to escape your past in California. When Dean loses a bet and is tasked with cleaning the trucks, your paths cross unexpectedly. Little do both of you know meeting each other would cause some problems.

A/N: “Mientras Respiro, Espero”: Spanish for “while I breathe, I wait.”

Here’s the first part of my little story. I really like writing in this universe and if part goes well, then I’ll continue posting. (I’m gonna post it anyways 🧐) Credits for inspiration again go to @zepskies !!

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Word Count: 2,167

Warnings: Toxic parental situation, mentions of fat-shaming, childhood trauma, and a quick old-fashioned meet cute.

Part 1 - Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?

Avalon, California, was a gilded cage with ocean views, where the houses were as polished as the facades people wore. It was in one such manicured home where your story paused.

“Mija, you’re wasting your life with these... these dreams of yours! ¡No seas tan estúpida!” Your mother’s voice was a razor wrapped in velvet, cutting into you as you packed the last of your belongings into an old, battered suitcase.

The room was a mausoleum of your former life, with its pristine walls adorned with academic accolades and a full-length mirror that once reflected a girl desperate to please. Now, it only mirrored your resolve.

“I’m saving it, not wasting it,” you shot back, the words tumbling from your lips like brave soldiers in battle. You tucked a framed photo of your childhood self – the one with the broadest, most hopeful eyes – into the suitcase's side.

Your mother’s silhouette filled the doorway, her arms crossed in the silent indictment. “And what about the family reputation? Our standing in the community?”

You zipped up the suitcase, and the sound of a definitive line drawn. “What about my happiness, Mamí? What about living a life that’s actually mine? With someone who won’t pick on me like I’m still a child?”

She scoffed dismissively, a sound that stung like salt in an open wound. “Esos gringos no saben nada. Happiness is a luxury for those who can afford to be foolish.”

You locked eyes with her in the mirror, your own gaze hardened like forged steel. “Then consider me a fool.”

The house seemed to hold its breath as you shouldered past her, suitcase in hand. Your father stood in the hallway, a silent sentinel. His eyes, a mirror of your own, flickered with something that might have been pride or sorrow – or both.

“Daddy,” you whispered, pausing for a moment.

He cleared his throat, a rumble from deep within. “You always were the stubborn one,” he murmured, his voice barely above a soft-spoken whisper. “Be careful. Call me anytime you need me.”

A nod was all you could muster before you descended the staircase, each step a drumbeat to your newfound freedom. The door closed behind you with a finality that echoed through your bones. The California sun dipped low, as if bowing to your courage.

The suitcase wheels rumbled against the cobblestone path, a small but sure declaration of your departure. Behind you, the house – a beautiful prison of expectation and familial duty – faded into just another part of the landscape.

You didn't look back.

Considering it was your first time flying in an airplane, first class at that, you were anxious. Not about actually being in the plane around people or the way the lady in the seat across from your aisle coffee smelled like someone took a fancy shit, but because you were moving in with a couple that you trusted yet, hardly knew.

Mary and John Winchester were rough around the edges, but they meant well. They knew what happened in your household, how toxic it was, and invited you to stay with them in Lawerence. Plus, you would be able to keep your job. Mary was head of Neurosurgery and earned you a spot as a surgical intern. Working hard or hardly working, am I right? You thought to yourself, smiling to yourself.

And boy, were these ‘gringos’ rich. Not only did they offer you that extra guest room in their house, but they also bought you your first-class seat, in which your butt was in right now.

You knew John was a respected detective, and with his income mixed with Mary’s, they made bank.

You also knew they had two sons. John and Mary mentioned their names, but you knew the youngest worked for the ADA, and the oldest worked as a firefighter.

Cool. Wonder what that's like, you tilt your head in thought.

A stable work life, home life, and family. But not all ‘picture-perfect’ families meant they were truly picture perfect.

And that was for you to figure out.

The airplane descended through the cotton candy clouds, and the world below began to take shape—a patchwork of fields and roads that would soon become your new reality. Your heart danced a nervous tango with the seatbelt across your lap, anticipation tightening with every drop in altitude.

The captain's voice crackled through the cabin, announcing the imminent landing in Lawrence. You straightened up, smoothing the fabric of your jeans as if to iron out the last creases of your past life.

When the wheels kissed the tarmac, you felt a jolt, not unlike the one that had propelled you out of your family’s house. You collected your single suitcase from the overhead bin—a symbol of your fresh start—and made your way through the aisle with a resolve that echoed the click-clack of your boots on the aircraft's floor.

The airport was small but buzzing with life, a hive of reunions and farewells. You stood for a moment at the arrival gate, scanning the crowd until you saw them.

Mary's presence was undeniable. She stood with a grace that spoke of her surgical precision, her eyes warm and welcoming. John, equally imposing in his own right, had the stance of a man who had weathered storms and could chart a course through any adversity.

They spotted you almost immediately, and Mary’s smile widened as she opened her arms. “There she is! Welcome to Kansas!”

You stepped into her embrace, the scent of antiseptic mingling with a soft perfume—a stark contrast to the oppressive aroma of your mother's overwhelming floral scents. “Thank you, Mary,” you smiled, grateful for the genuine warmth.

John extended his hand, which you shook firmly, finding in his grip the silent support of a seasoned detective. “Good to have you here. We’ve got the guest room all set up for you,” he said, his voice a deep timbre of reassurance.

You nodded, your eyes meeting his. “I can’t thank you both enough for this opportunity.”

As you walked through the airport, with Mary’s hand lightly on your back and John carrying your suitcase, you felt the weight of your old life lifting. The conversation was light, peppered with Mary’s questions about your flight and John’s quips about Kansas being the true heart of America.

Once in the car, the grilling starts. “So, how are you doing, hun?” Mary asks curiously, mainly because she’s concerned and trying to make sure you’re comfortable.

“Oh, you know, as good as you can be while moving state from state.” You remark as politely as possible, trying not to seep tension into the car ride.

“I hope you feel better. When we get to the house, you’re welcome to rest. I don’t cook very well,” She clears her throat, shrugging, “But I can give you some money to order something in?”

“I couldn’t do that, but thank you. It’s late, anyways. I’ll wait till tommorow morning.”

“Okay. Just as along as you’re comfortable.” Mary winks, a soft, motherly smile on her face.

You nod, meeting her smile with the same.

John pulls the Volkswagen van into the driveway and puts it in park, shutting the engine off. “Home sweet home.”

You sigh and step out of the car, staring at the home. The house is a two-story structure with a prominent green exterior. It features white trim around the windows and roof edges, contrasting nicely with the green. The front door is wooden with a rich, warm tone. There are two windows on the upper floor and one window on either side of the front door on the ground floor. A chimney extends from the left side of the roof, indicating a fireplace inside.

A well-maintained lawn adorned with various small plants and flowers. A concrete pathway leads to three steps up to a small porch area before reaching the wooden front door.

Mary leads you up to where your room is at and it seemed to be one of her boy’s old nurseries, but now the wall was decorated with two old band posters, The Beatles and a Zeppelin poster. Huh. The bed had a floral blanket and a navy sheet under it. There were two pillows in a white silk covers and a lamp on the beside table.

“John and I are gonna hit the hay, so, goodnight, love.” Mary waves from the doorframe, giving you one last glance before heading off.

“Goodnight,” You reply, setting your suitcase down beside your bed and lay back on your bed.

In the locker room, you changed into your scrubs, the fabric feeling foreign yet exciting against your skin. You tucked your hair under a surgical cap and checked yourself in the mirror. Ready.

The hospital corridors were a maze of activity, doctors and nurses moving with a sense of urgency that was almost palpable. You found your way to the intern's lounge, where a group of young doctors was gathered, pouring over patient charts and sipping on coffee as if it were a lifeline.

That's when you met her — Charlie Bradbury. With her vibrant red hair and a stack of comic books under her arm, she was a splash of color in the sterile environment. She noticed you immediately, her green eyes lighting up with an impish sparkle.

"Hey, you must be the new kid! I'm Charlie, your friendly neighborhood genius slash intern. Welcome to the chaos!" she greeted you with an outstretched hand, adorned with quirky rings.

"Thanks, I'm..." you began.

"Don't tell me," she interrupted playfully, "You're the one who just flew in from Cali, right? Mary's been raving about you."

You chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Guilty as charged."

Charlie showed you around, her chatter filling the spaces between the bustle of the hospital. She introduced you to the other interns, the nurses, and even the grumpy guy who ran the coffee cart. Throughout the day, you shadowed her as she confidently navigated patient care, inserting IV lines with precision and calming anxious patients with her quirky humor.

Despite the exhaustion that came with the endless rounds and the mountain of new information, you felt a sense of accomplishment. You were doing this, really doing it — and you were not alone.

In the afternoon, Mary tasked you with delivering first aid kits to the local fire department as part of a community outreach program. You welcomed the break from the hospital walls and made your way to the fire station with a box of supplies in tow.

As you approached, you noticed a firefighter washing a large, red truck — his sleeves rolled up, revealing muscular arms, and his focus never wavering from the task at hand. You hesitated for a moment before approaching.

"Excuse me," you called out, "I have a delivery from Lawrence General?"

He turned around, and you were met with striking green eyes and a smudge of soap on his cheek. He was ruggedly handsome, with a stubble that spoke of long hours and a jaw set with determination.

"Oh, hey," he replied, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Thanks for the-"

Before he could finish, another firefighter called out to him, "Dean, we need you!"

"Sorry, duty calls," he said with a charming, apologetic grin. "Just leave the kits by the door, and thanks again."

"No problem," you replied, feeling a pang of disappointment as the moment ended too quickly. You placed the box down and watched as he jogged back to his colleagues, ready to respond to the next emergency.

The rest of your shift passed in a blur, and before you knew it, Mary was driving you back to the Winchester home. As the car hummed along the road, she glanced at you with a knowing smile.

"I hope your first day wasn't too overwhelming. You did great," she said encouragingly.

"It was definitely a day to remember," you admitted with a tired smile.

Mary's expression turned warm and excited as she announced, "Well, get ready for a family dinner tonight. John and I want you to meet our sons properly. They're excited to have you."

The thought of the evening ahead sparked a mix of nerves and curiosity within you.

"Oh, uh, okay." you replied slightly indifferent by the unexpected dinner, but the prospect of a meal with a family that wouldn’t make measure how many calories your plate has won’t be bad just because you had to meet your “landlord’s” sons. “Sounds nice.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

And there’s that! Next time. 😉

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Dean Winchester Series

Here is a masterlist full of stories with more than one part, pairing with the eldest Winchester.

Down the Rabbit Whole - First Series ever posted on Tumblr three or more years ago. Currently undergoing a massive rewrite/remaster.

The Littlest Winchester (Mini Series, continuous, currently on hiatus) - Dean apparently didn’t use protection on one of his many one night stands. The mother unknown, left her newborn daughter at their door step. Not wanting the child, she gives her to Dean. With the help of his family, he raises his daughter, Sapphire (OC!Reader), the Littlest Winchester in the family. This mini series is an assortment of stories imagining a Daddy!Dean with a daughter!reader, Dean experiencing the many firsts, milestones any parent love to experience and look back on. (on Permanent Hiatus)

Finding Him - (Mini Series, 3 parts) Someone takes Dean. But why? Part summaries, warnings are posted per part. *This series is complete*

Emergancy! -  Firefighter!AU, The dedicated members of Squad 51 of the Los Angeles County Fire Department Paramedical Rescue Service take on a series of life-or-death challenges, along with the challenge of family and relationships. *This series is complete*

Supernatural - Jumanji!AU (ON PERMANENT HIATUS) The reader gets a strange package in her mail. A DVD of all 15 seasons of Supernatural. All on one disk. Popping it in one night, it starts acting strange on her TV. Before she knows it she’s sucked into her favorite TV show.

A Whole New World -  Everyone’s dynamic has changed. But a new threat looms over the Winchester’s and Jack wants to come up with an easy way to really ensure everyone is safe. *This series is complete*

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Warnings: Angst, so much angst. Fluff. Some language. 

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These are also all on Ao3 also under AnotherSPNFanfic. All the places to find me!

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Prompt List

Thunderstorm - One shot, platonic reader x Winchesters

Rainy Night - One shot, Dean x reader/OFC

That Hurt Me - One shot, Sister Winchester

Time Off - link to Ao3. Sister Winchester.

Don’t Go In Alone - One shot, Sister Winchester.

Whiskey - One shot, Dean x reader/OFC (platonic). Part of a challenge.

Eskimo - One shot, Winchesters x reader/OFC (platonic).

I’m Not Grumpy - One shot, Fluffy comforting Dean. Part of a challenge.

Donuts - blurb, fluff. Dean x reader

AUs

New in Town - One shot, firefighter!Dean x reader

Hit and Run - Complete 3 part (+2 timestamps) series, firefighter!Dean x reader

Trapped - One shot, firefighter!Dean x reader

Back to Work - One shot, requested. Firefighter!Dean x reader

You Always Smell Like Smoke - One shot, firefighter!Dean x reader. Panic attack warning.

Someone Just Had to Say They Were Bored - One shot, Firefighter!Dean x reader. Lots of fave character appearances.

Kisses, Cookies, and Puppies - One shot, Firefighter!Dean x reader. Fluffy, angsty, Christmasy fun.

Better Now - One shot, Nurse!Dean x reader

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Rain Check - One shot, Halstead sister w/ best friend Kelly.

9-1-1 Fics

Surprise Visits - One shot, Eddie x reader.

Firefighters and Full Moons - One shot, co-written with @spnirwin. 9-1-1 / SPN crossover.

Nobody Fights Alone - complete 6 part series co-written with @spnirwin, Eddie x reader, Buck’s twin

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[holylulusworld]

The girl on the bridge (4) - The funeral

Title: The girl on the bridge (4) - The funeral

Summary: You lost your child and life becomes too heavy to keep ongoing. That’s when you meet your guardian angel. 

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Rowena MacLeod, Fergus MacLeod

Word Count: 1,8 k

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, suicidal thoughts, mentions attempted suicide, mentions of child’s death, a funeral, mentions almost drowning, loss of a loved one, implied relationship break-up, fluff

Square Filled for @spndeanbingo​: Fire Fighter!AU

Square Filled for @spnaubingo​: Ketch

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A/N: Please head the trigger warnings for this story! Take care of yourself. I mention suicide and other triggers.

The girl on the bridge masterlist 

  Previously on the girl on the bridge…

I found fate on that old bridge and will be damned to let it slip through my fingers…

Now, Dean’s PoV

“Slow down, sweetheart,” I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waistline when she tries to walk toward the bathroom. “The doctor said you need to take it slow. You almost drowned not two days ago.”

“I-I never thanked you,” she sniffles. Y/N doesn’t look at me when she breaks down once again. She hides her face in my chest, crying bitterly. “Abby would be so disappointed in me. How could I do such a stupid thing? Who will remember her when I’m not around any longer?”

“How about we go for a little walk and get some fresh air?” she nods against me but claws at my shirt. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I had breakfast already,” Y/N whispers, sniffling silently. “It was awful.”

“I know,” I laugh, and Y/N looks up at me to crack a smile. She just looks at me with teary eyes, almost as if she wants to find out what to do next. “How do you feel today? Do you need me to call the doctor or a nurse?”

“I’m fine, I think,” she still holds my gaze. Her hand slowly moves toward my face to stroke my cheek. “You saved me, Dean. You’re a hero. Never forget you risked your life to save a stranger.”

“You tried to save Abby too, Y/N,” I lean in her gentle touch, even close my eyes for a moment to forget my father and Ben are still dead and that the girl touching me is as broken as I am. “You almost got yourself killed to save her.”

“It was no use,” she presses a soft kiss to my chin, sighing when I don’t pull away. “Ketch, he tried to stay with me, but I felt the rift between us grow wider every day. No matter how hard we tried, we just couldn’t save what we had. Abby’s death changed everything, and we lost our love.”

I wish I could take the pain away, could save Y/N from the nightmares and the guilt eating her up. “Sometimes grief brings people together and sometimes; they fall out of love.”

“Arthur is not a bad man, but he made it even harder for me to move on. God, how can you move on after you lost your child?” Y/N whispers. “Arthur, he didn’t show his emotions. Not even during Abigail’s funeral did he hold my hand. I broke down and he just walked away and let my friends take care of me after we arrived back at home.”

“Sounds like an asshole to me,” I grit out. “I know he lost his beloved daughter, but you were the woman he was supposed to love. If you love a woman, you don’t leave her alone. Especially not on your daughter’s funeral.”

“It was my fault,” her voice cracks when I cup her face to force her to look up at me. “Dean, I should’ve listened to Abby. If only I listened to her. She wanted to get the cat and ran onto the street.”

“Sweetheart, Arthur was her father. He could’ve taken care of his daughter too. What kind of father invites his boss to his daughter’s birthday party? Stop blaming yourself, Y/N,” I try to make her see it wasn’t her fault.

“Says the man blaming himself for Ben’s death,” she fires back, grinning when I give her a dirty look. “Your father decided to enter the school. He was an experienced firefighter, still, he was careless.”

“Y/N—” I try to argue with the girl in front of me, but she shakes her head and I know, she will give me hell if I don’t agree with her. “He was an experienced firefighter, but he was worried about his son and—”

“He did the same thing you did, Dean. Yes, it was stupid of you to run into a burning building without your equipment, but you wanted to save Ben. You didn’t know he was already dead. Your father did the same to save you, Dean,” she stands on tiptoes to press her soft lips to the corner of my mouth. 

“Sweetheart,” I sigh, enjoying her taste on my lips. “It’s still my fault he died. John Winchester could still be alive if only I didn’t lose my mind that day.”

“How about you appreciate he gave his life to save yours? Your father was a good man, just like you,” fuck, she won’t give in. That girl can make me feel like a scolded boy and a hero at the same time. “I wasn’t there that day, but to me, you are a hero. No matter if you saved the boy or not. At least you tried, and that is more most of the people would’ve done.”

“Same goes for you, Y/N,” I press my lips to her forehead, hoping I don’t cross a line when I wrap my arms around her trembling from. “We both need to find a way to move one. But before we can do so, we should talk about what happened…”

“I-I want to begin,” she sniffs, hiding her face in my chest again. 

Almost one year ago, Abigail’s funeral, Reader’s PoV…

“Arthur?” I can barely walk with my crutches, but I’m determined to attend Abigail’s funeral. “Where are you?”

“Sorry, he already went downstairs, Darling,” Arthur’s uncle gives me an apologetic smile. “Let me help you, Y/N.”

“Why did he go downstairs without telling me so? I wanted him to help me carry Abby’s favorite plushie. I want them to put it in her—” I choke on the words, remembering my little girl doesn’t sleep in her bed. Now she’s sleeping in a coffin, and I will never see her smile again.

“You see,” Fergus clears his throat, glancing at the plushie I stuffed under my arm. “Arthur doesn’t want you to put the plushie in her coffin,” he drops his eyes, shaking his head slightly. “He’s grieving, Darling. Arthur just can’t show his emotions.”

“He doesn’t want me to put it in her coffin. But she loved it! She loved it and can’t sleep without it!” I cry, sounding like a madwoman. I know, deep down in my heart Abigail doesn’t need the plushie but I want her to have it. It’s the last thing I can do for her.”

“How about you keep it and put it next to her picture?” Fergus helps me put the plushie away before he wraps one arm around my waistline to guide me down the stairs. “Everything is going to be alright, Y/N.”

“No, it won’t,” I whimper. “But thank you for trying to make me feel better, Fergus. I appreciate you try to be there for me.”

“Arthur should be there for you, Y/N. He just can’t right now—”

Rain runs down my face, washes the tears off my cheeks. 

I stand next to Fergus and Rowena. Is it odd I feel rejected by the man I love? He refused to stand next to me during the funeral, and I felt like he stabbed my heart.

Rowena holds my hand while Fergus runs one hand up and down my back. I’m close to breaking down when the preacher ends his speech. I whimper my daughter’s name, hand reaching out for Arthur, but he shakes his head, whispering Abby’s name.

“I can’t, Y/N,” Arthur chokes out, looking at me. There is so much sadness in his eyes when he takes the rose out of my hands. “Let me do this. You should go back to the car. Your leg and ribs, you need to recover first.”

“I can’t leave, not without saying goodbye, Arthur,” he huffs but holds out his arm when Rowena whispers something in his ear. “Please.”

“Let’s say goodbye together then…”

Everything after this moment was a blur.

I don’t remember what I said or if I placed a rose onto Abby’s coffin. All I know is that I’m in the backseat of Fergus's car. I feel Arthur’s hand rub circles into my back while I cry into his chest.

“You need to calm, Y/N,” he tries to soothe me, but I can’t hear him. “Y/N, breathe with me, Darling. I know you can do it…”

Now, Dean’s PoV,… 

“That sounds awful, sweetheart,” Y/N still leans her head against my chest. She told me about her daughter’s funeral, and I don’t know what to say. “He should’ve been there for you.”

“He lost his daughter. I understood he couldn’t care about me. I was only Abigail’s stepmom but loved her like she was my own,” she whispers sadly. “The only thing I will never forgive is that he said I wasn’t Abby’s mom before he left me.”

“Sonofabitch,” I curse, and Y/N chuckles. She looks up at me, laughing when I exclaim her ex-fiancé was a fucking asshole for telling Y/N so. “He didn’t deserve you.”

“Arthur lost his daughter. That’s the worst thing ever happening to a person. I don’t blame him for leaving me. I just can’t forget the things he said before he closed the door.”

I don’t ask about Arthur again. For today I let Y/N hold tight onto me and just listen to everything she wants to talk about.

“He shouldn’t have blamed you, Y/N.”

“How’s the girl?” my brother sits next to me on my car’s hood. Y/N fell asleep an hour ago and I allowed myself to leave the hospital room to get fresh air and a coffee.

“Better, I think,” what else can I tell my brother? Y/N told me about her daughter’s funeral, and I can’t break her trust in me. “The doctor said she can go home by tomorrow.”

“I was looking for you,” Sam licks his lips, and I know he will ask me a question I don’t want to answer. “I was worried, Dean. Bobby said you want to quit.”

“I needed a few weeks off,” I lie, glancing at the coffee in my hands. “I don’t know what to do yet.”

“Dean, don’t lie to me,” damn my smart little brother; he can see right through my lie. “I know you blame yourself for dad’s death but—” he chokes on his words, jumping off my car. “How could you even consider leaving me too? You are the only family I got left!” he yells. “How could you?”

“Sammy,” I sniff, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. “I’m sorry,” there is no use in lying to Sam. He already knows I wanted to kill myself the night I met Y/N. “I didn’t see the light at the end of a long and dark tunnel but now…”

“You found the girl and think everything is going to be alright?” he huffs. “Dean, you need help. Both of you.”

“We help each other,” I protest. I went to a supportive group, even tried therapy but the only thing giving me new hope is the girl on the bridge.

Y/N, my ray of hope…

>> Part 5

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Fire, Fur & Mistletoe  Chapter 4

 Pairing- Eventual Dean x Female Reader.

Word Count-3,045

Warning- Mentions of car accidents.  Possible swearing. Slight angst. Fluff.

Summary- A rewrite of the Nine Lives of Christmas, Hallmark movie. AU, Dean is a firefighter who doesn’t do commitment, the Holiday’s don’t mean much to him.  Coming home after a shift he finds a dog in trouble.  The reader is a veterinary student who works in a coffee shop trying to make it to graduation, until someone causes problems there for her.  She isn’t interested in finding anyone other than her own dog until after she finishes school.  Do their four legged friends have other plans?

A/N- This series is written for @spnchristmasbingo​.  The square filled for this chapter is presents.  The first two chapters will stay closer to the movie than the rest will.   This has its own tag list and it is open.  That way I am not tagging anyone who doesn’t want to be tagged in Christmas stories.   This story is unbeta’d.

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Series Masterlist   The next morning you were in the kitchen looking through ads when Dean came down.  “I was wondering what do you think about doing our Christmas shopping together?  I thought it would be fun to tackle the stores together?”

“I usually just do Visa gift cards, or regular gift cards.”

“Do you remember how you were saying you can’t recall the last time you really enjoyed Christmas?”

“Yeah, you really think going to the mall is going to help me feel..”  He paused looking at you with a smirk, “Christmassy?”

“I think going and seeing all the festive decorations could help.  One afternoon, we can make it fun, I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“So you’ll go?”

“Yeah, we can give it a shot.”

“I’m going to help you do it right this year.  We can go to the mall after your shift tomorrow.”

“I can hardly wait,” he grumbles as you leave the kitchen. 

Dean’s shift started earlier today, he headed in just before noon.  They started off busy before things slowed down.  They were called out for two car accidents, the light snow falling today causing some problems.  Dispatch also had them at two nursing homes.  The first resident was fine and back on their feet before they and the paramedics left.  The second was a fall and the poor guy wasn’t happy about having to go to the hospital to be checked out further.

When things calmed down later Dean was sitting in the common room with Sam and Benny. Those two watching the game, Dean going through paint samples.

“What are you trying to figure out now?”  Sam wanted to know.

“Which color is going to look best in the dining room. I picked up some new color swatches on the way in.  I have a light green, pale blue, a really light grey, or a cream.”

“Which one does the design genius living with you like?” Benny questioned.

“She thought maybe a light green would go with the trim in there.”

“I’d go with what she likes so you don’t have to redo it in a year or so.”

“What’s being redone in a year?”  Bobby asked walking in.

“I hope to have sold it by then.”

“Dean’s trying to pick a paint color, we told him to go with what Y/N picked so he wouldn’t have to redo it later when everything is all done and she doesn’t like it.”

“Yep, need to keep the women happy.”  Bobby agrees.

“How’s the girlfriend doing while we are on that subject?”  His brother wanted to know.

“You’ve all lost me. Still don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Are you sure about that Chief?  You do spend a lot of time with her.  You trust her opinion to remodel your house.”

“What was your excuse earlier about not going out with us tomorrow?  Oh right you have plans with Y/N, like a date.”

“What was going on the other day when you couldn’t come over and watch the game with me and your brother? Pretty sure you were with her again.”

“How many dates are you going to have before you realize you are dating?”

“Are you two morons done?  We aren’t dating.  I trust her opinion, because she’s good at this.  Still selling the house when I’m done.  She just wanted to get a tree for the house, so we picked one up and decorated it that night.”

“It really took you a couple hours to pick up a tree, did you carry it home.”

“No, we went to a tree farm, not a tree lot.”

“Hold up.  You actually went and cut down a tree for her?  You wouldn’t do that for me. We always went to the tree lot and just grabbed one.  You are more gone on this girl than you think.”

“You are reading too much into a simple tree, Sam.”

“What are you busy doing when the shifts over?”  Benny wanted to know.

“Apparently Christmas shopping.  She thinks it will be fun to do it together.”

“You, Dean Winchester are going Christmas shopping?”

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“I wasn’t sure you knew what a mall was, I’ve been getting a gift certificate from you for years now.”

“And I’ve had enough of this conversation, I’m going to go clean the truck or something.”

Dean walked out to the sound of the guy's laughter.

When his shift ended the next day Dean headed home to shower and change so he would be ready to head to the mall with you.  You were in the living room sitting with the dogs when he came down.

“I’m ready if you are.”

“I’m good to go.  I’ll see you babies later.”  Giving the dogs each a little hug you got up to follow Dean to the truck.

As you are entering the mall Dean turns to you.  “I realized I haven’t told you lately, thanks for your help with the house.  I might just be able to sell it sooner than I thought.  I really appreciate all you have been doing.”

That caught you off guard.  “Oh yeah, no problem.”  You had gotten wrapped up in staying with him you kind of forgot it was temporary, and that wasn’t really his home.

“That’s really great.  You didn’t just fix a house this time, you created a beautiful home.  Some family is going to be incredibly lucky.”

Dean nods, sneaking a glance at you, “Yeah they are.”

“Alright, who’s on your list?” You were eager to change the subject.

“My brother and his girlfriend, Jess.  Bobby, he’s the Fire Chief.  Cas and Benny, you met all them at the station when you found Miracle.”

“Okay.  Any ideas on what to get?”

“Gift cards.”

“No.”

“Then I don't know.”

“You’re helpful.  What is your brother’s girlfriend like, what kind of things does she like?”

“Um, she’s a nurse.  She likes my brother.  I think she likes the beach.”  This might be harder than you thought. 

“What about any of the guys?”  

“Sam likes Jess, and healthy crap like green shakes. He’s always bringing some into work. Benny wants a girlfriend.   Cas, who knows.  He’s a little different some days.  He does like to sit and think, and bees. He’s a tad obsessed with them.  Chief likes, um his job, family, Miracle.”

“Okay, so where do you want to start?”

“That store sells gift cards to multiple places.”  He points to a big store behind you. 

“The next time you’re at work I’m going to paint the living room hot pink if you mention gift cards again in the next hour.”

Dean starts to open his mouth but isn’t too sure how serious you are, so he shuts it again and rethinks what he wants to say.  “What do you need to get?”  He asks instead.

“A gift for my sister and brother-in-law, then a few friends.  I have a thought for your brother if you want to hear it?”

“Sure, what are you thinking?

“The bookstore might have a recipe book for different health drinks, maybe we can find a little smoothie maker so he could make them fresh at the station instead of bringing and storing them.” 

Dean thinks about if for a minute, “He would actually probably like that, although I hate to enable his bad habit.”

Laughing at his jab at his brother you head toward your destination.

The book store is your first stop, while there you browse through the shelves to see if anything else catches your eye.   Finding a book, The Buzz about Bees, you show it to Dean who puts it in the cart for Cas. As you were heading to the check out, Dean started laughing at a book which caught his eye.

“What’s so funny?”

“I have to get this for Bobby, it’s Tori Spelling's autobiography.”

“Um, okay. That’s a random gift.”

“Bobby is a closet fan.  Big fan actually.  Not very many people know.”

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”  Maybe you should have let him get his boss a gift card.

At the sporting goods store he found some fishing gear for Benny who likes to spend time on his sometimes girlfriend boat.  Dean figured they were due to get back together soon. 

While there you found part of your sister's gift.  You got her an extra magazine for her off duty gun, and a new cleaning kit.  The woman loved her weapons. 

Heading to the next store you came across some Santa hats and antlers you made Dean try on with you and take some selfies.  He grumbled about it at first but he did seem to have fun with it, making silly faces in the photos. 

With your hands full you took what you had out to the truck so you didn’t have to carry it to the rest of the stores.  The fishing gear was a little big to lug around.

Coming back inside Dean suggested a quick stop at the food court for a snack before hitting more stores.  

You grabbed your drinks of choice and a couple of cookies and sat down for a few minutes. Dean was complaining because none of them sold pie.  The mall was starting to get busier and people were hustling everywhere.  

“Do you enjoy shopping and all this craziness?”  Dean asked, drawing your attention away from people watching.

“Generally no.  I’m a get in get out person.  My sister and I used to try and go together, but she’s busier with work and she has Doug to go with.  I’m used to doing most things on my own now.   It’s better if you have someone with you, which is why I thought we could have fun with it.”

“I will admit, this hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be.  You did make it fun. Thank you for that.”

“No problem,” you give him a small smile and go back to drinking your coffee. 

The next stop was the pet store for some treats for your favorite four legged friends.  You passed stockings on the way in and went to pick one up.

“Dakota needs a new stocking, does Miracle have one yet?”

“No, he doesn’t have a stocking.  I don’t think I even have one.”

“Well, we need to remedy that for the both of you.”

“Of course we do.”

There weren’t many stockings left.  They were on one side of a middle aisle display, the back side had various balls and kongs.  The few stockings that  were there were on the back of a shelf behind some toys.  You had to move the toys out of your way to pick through the stockings.  With one arm full of squeaking toys you used one hand to look at the stockings.

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Uh huh.”

You found two white and red stockings you liked so you were pulling them out, when your elbow hit a toy still on the shelf, trying to use your arm to keep it up on the shelf you missed the toy and hit the display instead.  Apparently you used more force than you meant because the display you were looking at tipped backward and hit the one behind it.  This sent various balls and kongs bouncing to the ground. 

Dean was leaning against a wall with his arms crossed watching, “Now do you need help?”

“It appears so.”

Other people in the store did their best to avoid your mess while the two of you cleaned it up.  Getting the last toy back on the shelf you pick up the stockings and turn to Dean.  “What do you think about these?”

“I think we aren’t going to go through that again just so you can pick out a different one. So let’s go with those and head out before you knock over the display of canned food.”

“You don’t want to clean that up too?”

“Let’s save that one for the next time we’re here.”

Sam’s girlfriend was a little harder than you thought since you didn’t know her and Dean wasn’t much help.  You ran with his comment about her liking the beach and picked up some scented lotions and bath bombs along with hand cream.  Being a nurse her hands would be constantly washed and most likely very dry.

In a men’s store you found a new tie for your brother in law to go with the briefcase organizer you found for him. 

You found a mug that Charlie would get a kick out of.  You also came across a Hermione Granger bobblehead she would like. 

You had picked up a couple small things for your old coworkers, Claire and Kevin.  You did miss working with those two. 

There was one more person on your list, but it was hard with him right next to you.  

Dean’s shopping was done, he had picked up some little things to complete Bobby and Cas’ gifts.  

Browsing the picture frames as you walked by you saw one you had to get. 

 You had the perfect picture to put inside.  Dean had texted you a picture from the station one day of him and Miracle.  Miracle was wearing Dean’s firehat, both were in front of the fire truck.

You passed Santa in his village the mall had put up.  “Are you sure you don’t want to ask Santa for anything this year?”

“I told you Sweetheart, he and I are extremely close.  I’m good.”

“If you say so.”

“I think you need to go see Santa though.”

“What me?”

“Yep, you keep trying to send me so why don’t you go tell him your wish.”  Dean stood there smirking at you, fully believing you wouldn’t do it.

“Okay.”

“Okay, you’re going to go up there?”

“Yep.”  You went and got in line behind a group of young children, who all turned to stare at you.  Oh this wasn’t awkward at all. Dean had walked off while you stood in line waiting your turn.  A part of you thought about walking away and telling Dean you had gone through the line already when he returned. 

“Got you something.”  Too late, he’s back.  He was handing you a bag and trying to hold back a smile.

Warily you took the bag and opened it up, chuckling when you saw what was inside.  “I’m going to guess I’m supposed to wear this up there?”

“You know it.”

Dean stood next to you in line as you waited, when you were the next one up, you took the elf hat he gave you out of the bag and put it on your head.  “How do I look?”

“Like Santa’s perfect helper.”

Heading up you were fairly certain Santa was looking for a child with you, and finally realized there wasn’t one.  “Ho ho ho, what can Santa bring you for Christmas, miss?”

While in line you had been thinking about what to say when you go up here.  “I have a friend over there who has had a rough time of it over the years.  He’s lost his Christmas spirit and the belief in happy endings.  I wish he could find that again.”

“Well, that’s some Christmas wish.”  He looks over at Dean who’s smiling at the two of you.  “It looks like someone is already working on bringing that Christmas spirit back to him.  Santa will see what he can do to help.  Is there anything for you?”

“Not unless your workshop is looking for another elf.” 

Giving you a candy cane he wishes you a Merry Christmas and sends you off.

“So what did you ask Santa for?”

“I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“I think you are confusing Santa with birthday wishes.”

“Either way, I’m not telling you.  You can ask Santa since you are so close though.”

Dean just shakes his head at you.

Behind Santa was a Christmas shop and you dragged Dean inside with you to find him a stocking.   Holding up a Grinch stocking he shook his head, next you tried Superman.

“I’m sorry you have me mistaken for someone else, I’m Batman.”

You looked around.  “You aren’t the only one.  Sorry, Batman is all sold out.  There is Batgirl though.”

“I’ll keep looking.”

“Pink snowflakes?”

“I’m really starting to doubt your decorating tastes now.”

You laughed at that and went through a few more stockings.

“What kind of crazy is on your stocking?”

“It’s the same one I had growing up, classic red and white with my name in glitter.  It looks like that one over there.”

Dean walked over where you had pointed and looked at those.  “That’s what I want too, I don’t need flashy or cartoons.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

Finishing your shopping you were on your way back to the truck to head home.  After unloading the packages in the living room Dean headed for the kitchen.

“Are you good with ordering pizza for dinner?”

“I can make something up really quick.”

“I know you could, but I thought we had to wrap all that stuff we got today.  I figured we didn’t need another mess.”

“If you want that’s fine with me.”

You made sure to take what you had for Dean up to your apartment before you came back to start wrapping anything else.  When the pizza was ordered Dean did his best to help you out.  You were surprised by how well he did.  

“You buy gift cards for people, I wouldn’t think you had practice with wrapping.”

“We have to wrap all the donated toys for the kids every Christmas, so I get my fair share of practice with that.  Bobby wouldn’t let us hand out sloppily wrapped gifts to the kids.”

The two of you took a break from wrapping when the pizza arrived then went back to finishing it up. When the presents are wrapped and under the tree Dean builds a fire and you go off to make some popcorn.  When you come back the stockings are all hung over the fireplace.

  The two of you get comfy on the couch with another Christmas movie playing while you enjoy the fire and the sight of the tree and gifts around you.

Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 5

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The One That Got Away - Chapter Fourteen

Warnings: flirting, insecurities.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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“Hey, Princess,” Dean said as he answered her call. They’d started to fall back to old ways, calling each other several times a day. Not that either of them minded much.

“Hey, Dean,” Y/N responded, trying to sound as happy as he did, but her words came out in a sigh.

“Uh oh, I know that tone. What’s wrong?” Concern laced Dean’s voice and made her guilt grow.

“About tonight…” Y/N sighed again, and Dean’s heart sank. “One of my nurses had to take a leave of absence, and I’m the only one who can cover her shift at short notice. I’m sorry, Dean. I was really looking forward to our date tonight.”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I’ve been there myself a hundred times. I understand, and, hey, name another day and I’m there.”

“How about Thursday?” Y/N asked, sounding more upbeat than she had before.

“I can’t do Thursday. I’m on shift. How about Friday?” Dean replied.

“I’m doing a double shift Friday night. But I could do Sunday?”

“Can’t,” Dean huffed frustratedly. “It’s-”

“Family dinner on Sundays,” they said together and shared a laugh.

“Unless…” Dean continued, “you know you’d be more than welcome-”

“No!” Y/N panicked.

“Come on. We’re not that bad!” Dean chuckled. “Besides, you’ve already broken the ice by having them all in the same room when I was in the hospital.”

“Yeah, but that was on my turf, where I was in control and everyone was too worried about you to focus on me,” she explained.

“Okay, we can save family dinner for another time,” Dean laughed.

“Thank you,” she chuckled softly. “So, it looks like our date will have to wait until next week.”

“Well, sweetheart, they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder,” Dean said, and she didn’t need to be able to see him to know he was sporting that cocky grin she loved.

“So you’re saying you’ll be even more smitten with me by next week?” Y/N grinned when she heard Dean laugh.

“Are you flirting with me?” he teased.

“What? No! Okay… maybe a little,” she giggled, feeling the heat rise to her face and settle on her cheeks. “And don’t let that go to your head, Winchester!”

“The woman of my dreams is flirting with me! You’re damn right I’m gonna let that boost my ego!” The cockiness Dean had had always made her knees weak, and it seemed some things never changed.

“Okay, while you do that,” Y/N chuckled, “my break is almost over, and I gotta get back to work. So, how about next Tuesday for our date?”

“That works for me, sweetheart. I’ll talk to you before that, though, right? I don’t think I can go a whole week without at least speaking to you,” he said, the grin evident in his voice.

“Now who’s flirting?” she teased, and Dean laughed. “I’ll call you on Friday before I go to work.”

“Alright, talk to you Friday, but I’ll text you before then,” Dean smiled. “Have a good night, Princess.”

“Thanks, Dean. Stay safe on shift,” she replied.

“Always, Princess.”

Dean went to his brother’s house to work on the nursery. Sam had asked for his help at the weekend, and Dean happily agreed to work on it whenever he had free time. He’d been there yesterday and had planned to go again tomorrow, but now that he had an unexpected free night, he decided to go over.

“Dean! I wasn’t expecting you tonight,” Sam said as he greeted his big brother at the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with Y/N?”

“She took my shift, didn’t she?” Jess spoke from the sofa.

“Wait… she said one of her nurses had to take a leave of absence… she meant you?” Dean shoved his way into the house and crouched next to his sister-in-law. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I had to start maternity leave a little early. Hazard of the job at this stage. High stress leads to high blood pressure, and long hours on my feet have given me painfully swollen ankles. Y/N really took my shift tonight?”

“Yeah, she said she was the only one who could cover it at short notice,” Dean confirmed. “You, uh, you don’t think she was just saying that, do you? About being the only one who could do it?”

“No, I don’t,” Jess smiled. “Y/N signs up for her share of overtime shifts, just like the rest of us, but she’ll always offer a cover shift to one of her nurses first so they can get a little extra. And she was really looking forward to tonight, which means she couldn’t get someone from another department to cover for me either. If she said she’s the only one, you can take her word on that.”

“Okay,” Dean nodded, accepting what Jess had told him. “And you’re good?”

“Yes, Dean,” Jess rolled her eyes. “Now, tell me why you thought Y/N was lying?”

“It’s not that I think she’s lying. It’s just that I keep thinking she’s gonna tell me she’s changed her mind about staying and is going back to Chicago,” Dean admitted. “So, I was wondering if this might be her way of pushing me away.”

“You think she’ll leave again?” Sam asked.

“Why not? She had a good life up there,” Dean countered. “Friends, a good job-”

“That had her working over seventy hours a week, Dean! It was a good life if all she wanted to do was work. Her job there got her where she is today and has made her a phenomenal nurse, the best I’ve ever worked with, but it wasn’t a life. Not really. Talk to her about it. She’ll tell you that herself.”

“Come on, Dean. You really think she’d have taken a job here and moved all her belongings across the country if she wasn’t planning on staying?” Sam said, always the voice of reason. Dean often went for the emotional response before the logical one, at least when it involved his own feelings.

“She left before,” Dean shrugged, “and my biggest fear since she came back is that she’ll leave again.”

“Have you talked to her about this?” Sam asked.

“When we first talked, like really talked, I asked if she was back for good, and she said it depends on what happens with us.”

“And when she called to cancel, you thought she’d changed her mind? Realised it was a mistake coming back?” Jess smirked softly, understanding what fuelled her brother-in-law’s insecurities.

“I always find a way to fuck everything up, and I always end up alone. It’s only a matter of time ‘til she realises that being with me is a mistake,” Dean voiced.

“That’s not true. The only reason things didn’t work with the others is because they weren’t Y/N. They weren’t your girl,” Sam comforted his older brother. “You and Y/N started dating at fifteen, right? And were together for how long? Three years?” he asked, and Dean nodded. “Before that, you were best friends. Wherever you were, she wasn’t far behind and vice versa. Always. And you and I both know that if it hadn’t been for her father and upbringing, she’d never have left, and you’d still be together now. I guarantee it.”

“You should listen to your brother, Dean. Sometimes he talks sense,” Jess smirked, and the older Winchester smiled a little.

“What probably isn’t helping,�� Sam continued, “is that your first date was what, like a month ago? And because of her father and work, you haven’t had that second date yet-”

“I’m sorry. I feel like that’s my fault,” Jess frowned.

“That’s not on you. Don’t even go there,” Dean responded firmly.

“But if I hadn’t-” Jess started, but Sam quickly interrupted.

“The point is,” Sam veered the conversation back on track, “that everything seems to be going against you right now, and it’s no one’s fault,” he glanced pointedly at Jess. “You arranged another day for your date, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean sighed. “Next Tuesday.”

“Then you’ve got to stay strong, keep fighting. Keep calling, keep trying! You never know when an opportunity might come up for coffee or lunch; even if you can’t see her, remember that you’re meant to be together. You’re being tested and need to fight and not give up because you’ve hit a few hurdles.” The younger Winchester said.

“I know. You’re right, Sam,” Dean nodded. “Can’t just be easy, though, huh?” he chuckled.

“With your history, I really wish it was,” Sam laughed. “God knows you deserve it. Both of you do. And that’s why you keep expecting things to go wrong.”

“Alright, enough of this chick flick shit. Let’s get to work on my nephew’s nursery.” Dean changed the subject, wanting the attention off him and his insecurities.

“Nephew?” Sam scoffed. “You know something we don’t?”

“That,” Dean exclaimed, pointing at his sister-in-law’s protruding stomach, “is a boy. I feel it in my bones, Sammy!”

“Well, can you tell your nephew to stop kicking my bladder?” Jess grinned.

“No can do, sweetheart. Winchester boys are stubborn. There’s gonna be no telling him what to do!”

“Figures,” Jess rolled her eyes. “Already in cahoots with your daddy and uncle, huh?” she giggled, rubbing her stomach affectionately.

ONE WEEK LATER

As Dean walked into the firehouse for his last shift before his date with Y/N, he texted her the same thing he’d sent every morning this week.

Dean Good morning beautiful 😘

She was working the night shift, and Dean smiled widely when she responded with her usual reply instantly.

Y/N Good night handsome 😘

Dean walked into the changing room to change into his uniform and put his belongings in his locker, knowing that in twenty-four hours, when they had this text exchange again, it would be the day of their second date.

When he found out that she would finish work at seven on Tuesday morning, he’d asked if she wanted to change their date to later in the week to let her sleep and had said no in a tone that killed any further argument he could make.

Y/N explained that after her last night shift, she never slept more than a few hours, so she’d be tired enough to go to sleep at a normal time and get into a routine to enjoy her days off, so, she insisted they go; not wanting to postpone it even longer than they’d already had to.

Dean couldn’t deny hearing how keen Y/N was for their date was immensely comforting and did a lot to tame his insecurities. Still, nothing seemed to stop the expectation that something would go wrong somewhere. That feeling in his gut was unwelcome, and he could only hope it was just his nerves playing tricks on him. 

Brushing his worries to one side, Dean tucked his shirt in, closed his locker and took a deep breath, throwing a silent prayer to the universe that his shift would pass quickly.

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Mientras Respiro, Espero Series Masterlist

“Mientras Respiro, Espero”: Spanish for “while I breathe, I wait.”

Pairing: Firefighter AU Dean Winchester x Nurse!Plus-Size!Mexican!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, a firefighter with a reputation for casual flings, finds himself longing for something more meaningful in his life. Meanwhile, you, a stubborn surgical intern, are trying to escape your past in California. When Dean loses a bet and is tasked with cleaning the trucks, your paths cross unexpectedly. Little do both of you know meeting each other would cause some problems.

THIS IS MY FIRST AU! Nine SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam, Mary, and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Cassie Robinson, Benny Lafitte, Bobby Singer, Rufus Turner, Charlie Bradbury, and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**15+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, tense situations, emotional baggage, a slow-burn romance, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and playing house. Rating for language, VERY sensitive topics, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

A/N: Hello, lovelies!! I hope all of you enjoy reading this, it’s a cute little series and it hits a little close to home. Please take into consideration that this is my first ever series and won’t be perfect. Inspiration credits to @zepskies series “Smoke Eater.” 🚒🧯😊

To get to know the characters and have some context, here’s the introduction.

Part 1: Who’s Aftaid of Little Old Me?

Part 2: There She Goes (Again)

Part 3: I Can Do It With A Broken Heart

Part 4: I Know It’s Over

Part 5: It’s Never Over

Part 6: I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

Part 7: Try And Love Again

Part 8: If You Could Read My Mind

Part 9: Just Like A Woman

Part 10: Paper Rings

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Emergency! Part 6

Part 6 – One and One make Three?

Summary: The reader has been getting sick lately. She recognizes her symptoms and gets a pregnancy test. Dean and Cas head to rescue some hikers trapped in a cave. Due to the instability of the cave’s entrances and exits, both entrances are caved in. Can they find the exits before they cave in?

Warnings: Really smutty start must be 18+ please (Explicit! P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up boys), pegging, girl on guy, use of toys/dildos/vibrators, p-spot stimulation, male overstimulation (if that’s a thing), coming dry, breeding kink—kind of, after care), puking, morning sickness, semi-scary situations, 90’s movie reference (I love Daylight! I highly recommend if any of you are Sylvester Stallone fans like I was growing up), Major, Major fluffy ending, Implied future smut.

Word Count: 4,629

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“Fuck…” Dean groaned. His voice rough and hoarse.

Y/N and Dean were wanting to try something Dean was curious with. She managed to get her hands on a strap on dildo. Long enough to reach all of his pleasure spots with little effort.

Her thrusts were slow and calculated, giving him a slow burn.

“Look at you all fucked out and ready to pop.” She says lowly, fucking into him slow and steady.

“More babe, please.” Dean begged. He began to reach for his aching cock, red and hard, he was ready to pop. She swatted his hand away. He groaned moving his hand away back over his head.

“Now, now babe, no touchy, I want to see if we can get you coming without touching it.”

“God, I can’t…”

“Yes you can babe, I can tell you’re close.”

With a few thrusts, she leaned in close, kissing softly on his neck by his pulse point. Her hips thrusting in and out slowly.

His breathing began to pick up, her kisses marking him up.

His back arched, and his cock twitched spilling out on to his stomach as he came groaning her name. His eyes rolling in the back of his head.

She slowed her thrusts, stilling inside him until he calmed down. She then slowly pulled out, causing him to sigh out at the loss of feeling her inside him.

“You good babe?” she asked, lying beside him.

“So good.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.

“Think you’ll be up for our next thing we wanted to do?”

“Oh I’m sure babe, I’m gonna fuck you up so good you’ll feel it for weeks.” He growled. Rolling her on her back, kissing her neck.

“Unless you got more in you for one more round?”

“No more pegging for me, I just want this. You, me, cuddling.”

“I can live with that.”

After a very uneventful day the next day, the couple was even more horny than they were the night before.

They didn’t waste time in working each other up.

She grabbed the p-spot vibrator, lubing it up for him as he found a hard time taking his lips off of her neck and shoulder. Making her giggle.

“If this works like last night with me pegging you, you’ll be coming hard.” She hums.

“Then I’ll be filling you up so full, you’ll be having kids for days.”

“Not how it works but I am ovulating, and we’ve been trying lately.”

“You think it’ll work though?”

“Not sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.” She says. Turning to him holding up the vibrator.

“I trust you.” He says.

“Bed.” She says with a sexy smirk.

Dean walks over to the bed, bending over giving her access to his rear.

Teasing his hole with the tip of the vibrator, earning a moan out of him.

With as much lube as she put on it, it slipped in with little resistance. And she turned it on.

His hips buck at the sensation.

“Oh, fucking, fuck that…” he says, with a moan.

She places a loving kiss by his jawline, peppering kisses up to his lips.

She could see his fan fiction green eyes darken with lust when her eyes met his.

She began crawling up backwards on the bed, her head meeting the pillow.

His eyes hungry when she opened her legs up to him.

“Fuck me baby, fill me up so full people can see it for days.”

“Oh I’ll fill you up alright.” He growls.

He crawls up the bed, his hips line up with hers. He runs his tip between her folds, teasing her, her hips grind up against his cock.

And he begins to enter her slowly stretching her to his girth. The vibration changing up a pattern, causing his hips to buck into her unexpectedly.

A soft groan escaped his throat.

“Think you can last babe?” she says, cocking an eyebrow at him.

Silently, he looks up at her the hungry look still in his eyes. He pulls out almost all the way and thrusts back in, his hip slamming against hers.

But instead of jumping into a rough and fast rhythm, he gives her the same treatment she gave him the other night. Slow burn. Slow and steady thrusts.

“Oh, I hear you.” She groans.

“Think you can last sweetheart?” he asks with a smirk.

“Not fair.” She groans as her hips grind against his trying to find a rhythm.

He holds a firm grip against her hips, holding her still. Earning a hungry growl from her.

“Oh, my girl is so impatient, don’t worry. You’ll get what you want when it comes.” He says.

His hips begin to shudder as the vibration slowly messages his prostate, causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

“You gonna come big boy?”

His climax his him like a ton of bricks, nearly collapsing on top of her.

“Yep.” He grunts. And begins a slow rhythm again once his climax calmed.

“You’re going to slow for me…” she says, pushing him down to his back. He landed with a grunt.

“Oh come on, I was having fun.”

“You’ll get more soon babe.”

She begins riding him at a fast enough pace she could keep up as best as she could. His hips met with her thrust, building her up in no time.

“De,” she pants, a burning  hot coil build in intensity in her abdomen.

“You got it babe,” he says, his hips slammed into her as the vibrations worked him up again.

Her walls slammed around him with no warning as her climax hit her hard. Her hips spasm out of control.

He kept a firm grip on her hips, helping her up and down his length. Giving him a few thrusts before he came hard, spilling thick ropes of come coating her walls. His hips stilled against her with his back arched, making his toes curl.

“Fuck!” he groans.

“Oh, that was hot babe.” She pants.

“You’re hot too babe.”

She giggles.

“Got more in you?”

“Oh yeah babe, I bet you’ll be coming dry by the time I’m done with you.”

He pulls her off of him, laying her down next to him. She grabs a pillow to lay on, making herself comfortable.

“Go rough babe, let loose.” She encouraged.

He slammed back into her without resistance and began a rough and fast pace.

Taking periods of slow thrusts and speeding up with reckless intent, her legs shake and quiver as he hits all of the right spots.

The vibrations picked up once again.

“Ah! Fuck,” He growled. Pounding into her faster, to meet up with the vibrations.

“Oh god, Dean, faster, faster.”

He manages to meet her demands, all while meeting his needs. Reaching his end as it slams him hard. Earning a yell out of Dean, as his hips shudder against her. Her walls clamping around him at the same moment, milking him of every last drop.

They laid like that for a solid moment as they calmed down, panting hard.

“You okay there Dean? Never heard you scream or yell during sex before.”

“So good.” He pants.

His hips begin to slowly grind against her.

“Dude, you got the stamina of a teenager.”

“Lets just see what my limit is huh? I don’t want this to end just yet.” He says.

“Then lets spoon a little bit babe, let you relax.”

His arms wrap around her, as he laid further down onto her, kissing her neck with his hips just grinding against her. The two humming contently.

With his grinding still going on, he began moaning and whining against her.

“Dean, don’t push yourself,” she pants.

“I’m gonna,” he grunts as his hips studder to a stop after just ten minutes of grinding, the vibrator still working on his prostate.

She could feel his cock twitch inside her, but not feeling anymore of his release.

His grip around her tightened as his climax continued.

His head was buried in the crook of her neck. She could hear a small whine escape his lips.

“I can’t…”

“Dean, pull out, I’ll get the vibrator out now.”

He slowly pulled out, his hips jerking as the vibrator continued its assault. She managed to crawl out from under him, reaching around him to pull out the vibrator, turning it off quickly.

Dean maneuvered over to lay on his back, panting hard. His face covered with sweat.

“Dean, you okay, really?”

“Okay, that was too much.” He chuckles.

She quickly got up, immediately feeling his release escape down her thigh.

She got to the freezer, grabbing a Ziplock bag from the pantry filling it with ice. Then grabbing a hand towel wrapping the ice bag in the towel and returning to Dean. Placing the ice pack on his member under the blanket.

He let out a relieved sigh.

She laid next to him, holding close to him giving him a loving kiss on his cheek.

“Sorry babe, I didn’t mean to push you.”

“You didn’t push me, I pushed me, and sure it hurts now but damn it felt good. I don’t think I’ve come that many times back to back like that.”

“Think you’ll use that thing again if we do this again?”

“Fuck yeah, but I’ll listen to my body next time and not push it.”

“Yeah, I’ll say.” She chuckles.

 Two months later…

She’d come out of the hospital bathroom with a groan.

That’s the third time this week she’s thrown up. She’s even thrown up a few times the week before but they all had a pattern.

“Whoa, kid you okay?” Bobby asks when he saw her return to the nurses station.

“Just, not feeling the best at the moment.” She says, not wanting to say for sure. Even if her training tells her she knows what’s wrong.

“Hey girl---friend, what is wrong with you today, you look awful?” Meg asks.

“Meg, can you get me Rowena, I need someone to perform a pregnancy test for me?”

“You think you might be…”

“Yes I might be, can you please…” she begged.

“Sure thing, just sit tight, I’ll be right back.”

 Moments later, after peeing in a cup, Rowena had come back with the results.

“Congrats, someone is expecting!”

“Seriously!” Meg and Y/N asked in excitement.

“You and Dean are wanting kids right?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah, I know we’re not married an all but, I’m in no hurry for a wedding. And I’m ready for kids. Dean’s been having kid fever lately.”

“Shouldn’t it be the girls that have the kid fever?” Meg asked.

“Oh, believe me, I hit kid fever. And it has not let up. I just wonder how Tremor will be for when I do have kids and bring them home?”

“Just got to keep them on a leash, but Bassets are really good with kids.” Rowena says.

An alarm in the nurses station goes off.

“What’s that?” Y/N asks.

“Well ever since that earthquake, we had another radio in the station, something from the USGS. It warns us if there’s been an earthquake. And it looks like a small one just outside of here. Nothing major.” Bobby explained.

“So, Bobby, your last day is tomorrow, what are you gonna do once you retire?” Meg asked.

“Just relax at home with the wife.”

“How is Ellen by the way?” Rowena asked.

“She’s doing good. She’s still working hard at the school. She loves being the principal there. Jo hates it as usual.”

“Yeah, I bet the bullying is rough on her as well.” Y/N says.

“Not really, there were these boys that were picking on her. So, Ellen put them all in detention. Jo for fighting, and the boys for bullying.”

“Nice.” Meg comments.

Moments later an ambulances siren cuts the staff out of their conversation and back to work.

The victims on the stretchers had some serious injuries but their equipment stuck out.

“Wait, where are they from?”

“They were out hiking, a small quake hit.” Said the EMT.

“We were exploring this cool cave, used to be an old gold mine. Then it started to cave in on us.” One of the hikers said in the stretcher.

“Were there more people?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, we had a whole party going through.” The victim said.

“Another squad responded shortly after that small quake, and they went in to rescue some.” Said another EMT.

Her heart dropped at the information.

“What squad?” she dared to ask.

“Squad 51.”

The color drained from her face.

 “Dean, we’re trapped.” Cas says, holding the bleeding on one of the hikers.

“I see that Cas, but this used to be an old Mine, there has to be another entrance or exit somewhere.”

“There’s an couple of exits according to this old map of the mine.” A hiker said, pointing at a map at an intersection in the mine.

Dean went to investigate.

“Closest one is not far from here. I’ll scout ahead to see if it’s safe. If it’s not, we’ll try our hand with these two.” Dean explains.

He goes down one of the paths, turning to the left walking right into a wall of rocks.

“Well, that answers that.” He mutters.

Shit. We’re really trapped down here. He thought.

He heads back to the others.

“Caved in?” Cas asked.

“Caved in.”

“Dean, he’s gonna bleed out if we don’t get him help.”

“You don’t think I know that!”

“Guys!” one of the hikers broke them up.

They heard drilling on the other side.

“They’re gonna try to get us out this way?” the other hiker asked.

The room only had three hikers, one bleeding out, Cas was doing his best to slow the bleeding. The other two hikers were just dirty with a few cuts that Dean managed to clean up and bandage them.

There was a light rumble, some rocks falling from the cave ceiling.

“Oh fuck, this won’t work.” Dean says.

“Why not?” one hiker asked.

“Well, assuming the exits are closed up, whether their caved in or doors of some kind that are shut. And this being the only entrance is sealed shut. Pressure builds up inside of here. They release all that pressure…”

“Explosion?”

Dean nods.

“Either that or this whole mine will collapse. Which ever happens first.”

“Do they know that?”

“I don’t think so.”

 Y/N managed to convince Bobby that she could be of assistance at the mine the hikers were trapped in.

She parked her car near the engine, John couldn’t help but roll her eyes but deep down knew she was just as worried as he was.

“Any word yet on Dean?”

“Nothing yet.”

“John.”

“What?”

“I’m pregnant.”

He gasped. “You’re, how far along?”

“I don’t know, a few months.”

A soft smile spread across his face.

“I’m gonna be a granddad.” He says.

She smiled, tearing up.

“Lets get Dean home.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Wait, are they drilling them out?”

“Yeah, why?”

“John, have you heard of the movie Daylight?”

“Yeah…”

“Think of this as that situation.”

He thought for a moment.

“Oxygen in still a gas, so’s carbon dioxide. A build up of that, and a sudden release…”

“Stop drilling right now!” John ordered.

“What do you mean Winchester?”

“You can cause a whole collapse of the mine, you’re gonna release all the pressure building up in there.”

“What pressure?”

Y/N pressed past John.

“O2 and C02 is still a gas. You’ll be releasing all that gas build up assuming all entrances and exits are sealed shut.”

“Stop drilling!” the captain of the man operating the drill ordered.

The drill pulling away from the rock wall and shutting off.

“Do you have a map of the mine?” Y/N asked.

“One here, why?”

“They’re going to have to find their way out. Hopefully none of the other exits are caved in.”

“John, do you have a radio?”

“Y/N the further in the mine they go…”

“I know John but as long as their on this level I can reach him.”

 “Dean, if your suggesting us moving, how can I move all while keeping pressure on the injury?” Cas asked.

Dean shrugged giving the injury a look to see what Cas could do.

“Dean?” He heard a familiar voice on the radio.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Helping.” He could hear her smug smile. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Babe, do you have a plan?” Y/N asked.

“I want us to see about the other exits but we have a victim bleeding, an artery has been severed.”

“Where at?”

“Right side of his abdomen.”

“Do you have anything to sanitize your hands?”

“Yeah, what do you have in mind?”

“Someone has to clench the artery shut as best as they can, and it is not gonna be pretty.”

“Wait, is she suggesting I stick my hand in the wound?” Cas asked.

“I think so.” Dean says.

“I’ll do it, he’s my brother.” A hiker said.

“Okay, here, use this sanitizer.” Dean says, handing it to him.

“Wash really well.” He adds.

“Dean.”

“We’re working on it.”

“Okay.” The hiker says.

“Okay we’re ready.” Dean says.

“Okay, now, it’s gonna cause him or her a lot of pain, give him or her something to bite on.”

Dean hands him a leather strap. Cas helping him put it in his mouth.

“Think like your pinching a hole shut, find the hole and pinch lightly. Don’t pinch to hard, we just want to stop him from bleeding out.” She instructed.

The hiker did as he was asked.

“What’s your name?” Dean asked him.

“Ben.”

“And your brother?”

“Kaden.”

“Okay, Kaden, you’re gonna be alright. Ben’s just gonna plug the hole.”

Kaden, though wincing and writhing in pain as his brother slowly pushed his fingers into his side, nodded. He let out a strangled yell as his brother continued.

“I think…”

“Trust me it’ll feel different, it’s not like other veins, it’s harder.” Y/N explained.

“Found it!” he says.

“Okay, we got it.” Dean says.

“Okay, you or Cas who ever has him, and do you have someone else in there with you?” Y/N asked.

“There’s two other hikers, they’re fine. The victim and the one hiker are blood relatives. A hiker has his hand in his brother’s side.” Dean communicates to her.

“Okay, then you or the other hiker need to help Cas carry him.”

“She’s a keeper Dean.” Cas comments.

Dean smirks. His girl just loves showing off her skills.

“Okay, what exits are good, do you know yet?”

“There’s one to my left that’s caved in.”

 “Okay, its most like that one.” Y/N says pointing to it on the blueprinted map.

“The one that goes straight ahead goes down, up and around in the mine. The exit looks like Shallow Lake.” Said one of the captains.

“Okay, what about that one?”

“Looks like that path…goes down a ways but splits off into two different parts of the mine. One that caused it to shut down, that vein of the mine is too unstable. And the other path…they look like they never finished. Must have stopped shortly after it shut down.”

“Okay,” she goes. “Dean, go straight and tell me if it’s caved in or not.”

“Okay, going straight ahead.”

 They begin walking down the path, seeing it continuing for a while.

“Looks clear.” Dean begins.

A strangled noise could be heard.

“He’s seizing!” Cas warns.

“He must be going into shock, get his legs up, lets lay him down.” Dean orders.

“Kaden, hang on bro please, hang on!” his brother pleaded.

“He’s turning blue, starting CPR.” Dean says. “Keep your hand in there.”

He grabs his radio.

“Y/N, victim seized due to shock, and is not breathing, starting CPR.”

Dean began doing chest compressions.

 “Why would he be seizing now? Unless he’s lost a lot of blood earlier on?” Y/N wondered.

“Dean, be sure to still apply pressure to the wound.”

“Dean says he knows, and has Cas doing it.” she heard a voice on the radio say. Didn’t belong to Dean or Cas.

 “Shit, Dean, the cut went through, I’m just now seeing it.” Cas says, seeing a cut that was on his back.

“Fuck, that’s why he’s in shock so quickly, lets patch that up, keep pressure.” Dean says as he continues chest compressions before moving on to mouth to mouth.

Cas began working on the wound as best as he could.

“My hand is cramping really bad.”

“I know it is kid, just got to hang in there. It will be the only thing keeping him alive.” Dean says, going back to chest compressions.

Dean checks for breathing after completing a number of chest compressions and mouth to mouth.

“He’s breathing.” Dean sighs. Everyone taking a sigh of relieve.

“Okay, got the wound closed up.”

“Keep pressure, lets keep moving.” Dean says.

“Here you go.” Said the hiker.”

“Thanks kid, what’s your name.”

“Jesse.”

“Thanks Jesse.” Dean says.

“Y/N, we got him back.”

 Everyone at the truck surrounding the map sighed with relief.

“That’s my man.” She sighs.

“Way to go Dean, keep going what do you see?”

“A path leading down, and I see a drop off.”

“Okay, find where their at, a drop off, what?” Y/N says.

“Here, pockets of water, it’s normal. Just tell him to be careful, we want them to avoid hypothermia.”

“Dean, just be careful, could be a pocket of water.”

“10-4”

 They continued down, seeing the drop off. Jesse taking the plunge.

“It’s about a 3 foot drop, it’s not bad.” He says.

Dean jumps down next.

“Okay, hang on, we can’t risk losing Kaden again. Cas, you and Ben sit up there with Kaden, Jesse and I will continue up.”

“Gotchya, be careful Dean.”

“I will.” He says. “Come on Jesse let’s go.”

He grabs his radio to check.

“Y/N, do you copy?”

Nothing but static. He could hear Y/N trying to come through the noise but not very audible.

“Shit, I guess we’re too far down…hang on.” Dean says, running back. Climbing back up.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks.

“Y/N do you copy?”

“I do now, Dean, what’s your plan now?”

“Radio silence, Cas is staying back with the victim. Me and the other hiker are continuing forward.”

“Okay, what’s the status of the victim before you leave.”

Cas grabs the radio.

“He’s stable now, we had found another deep cut, possibly an exit wound like he was impaled by something.”

“Okay, keep pressure and keep his legs up. Do what you can okay?”

“10-4 Y/N.”

“Is she a nurse or something?” Ben asks.

“Yeah, an RN at Rampart Emergency.”

“Cool.”

Dean takes the radio.

“Babe, I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Okay, and babe, to add further drive, I’m pregnant.”

Dean almost drops the radio.

“Wh-what, Really?”

“Yes, really, your gonna be a dad. Now please be sure you make it out of there in one piece.”

“I promise babe, I’ll be okay. I love you.”

“Love you too, now lets get these hikers out of there.”

“10-4, out.”

“Out.”

 Y/N sat there, waiting anxiously. It didn’t take long for her to begin pacing.

“Y/N, please, settle down, he’s gonna be okay.”

“It’s been too long John; he has to be out about now.”

“Where’d you say that exit leads too?” Gabe asks. not taking it anymore.

“Down by Shallow Lake why?”

“There’s not an exit there, but an old shut down entrance. Could it be by another lake that’s farther out?”

“I’m sure it says Shallow lake.”

“I’m gonna scout up there, Michael, come with me.” Gabe says.

“Stay safe, take a walkie.” John ordered, tossing them one. Gabe catching it gracefully. Gabe and Michael jogging over the mountain path to the lake to see if they can find their friend.

Y/N stood by her car, her toe tapping against the damp forest ground.

Come on Dean. She prayed.

“Y/N.” She heard on the radio.

Dean’s voice causing her to jump, she nearly dropped the radio.

“Dean, where are you?”

“Look behind you.”

She turned around seeing Dean with a boy in his late teens walking beside him.

“Gabe, Michael come back, he’s here.” Y/N communicated on the radio.

“Damn that was fast.” Gabe says. Y/N rolling her eyes, but blinking the tears away. She starts her way to Dean.

Despite him being dirty, and looking fine, no cuts of any kind anywhere, she jumped up into his arms. Crying against him, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

“Shh, I’m here baby, I’m here.”

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” She cries.

He plants a kiss on her cheek, as he continues to console her.

“Shh, I’m okay, everything’s okay.”

She says nothing further, but holds him close as the other firefighters and EMT’s follow his path to head in the mines and rescue Kaden and Ben.

 Four months later…

Y/N got off from her shift at the hospital to find Dean at home working on the Impala.

“Dean? What are you doing home?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear I transferred.”

“You…You don’t work at Station 51 anymore?”

“Nope, see you being pregnant had me thinking. I want this kid to grow up with a dad. I don’t him or her worrying if daddy’s coming home, or is daddy safe, whatever it may be.”

She had a big grin on her face when he assumed the baby’s gender.

“So, I transferred, to Rampart hospital. I’m gonna be one of your EMT’s.”

“Oh my god, that’s awesome honey!”

“Yeah, you get to see me as much as you want, and I don’t have to run into fires all the time.”

She laughs. “That’s awesome honey, I’m so happy for you.”

“I knew you would.”

“Also honey, it’s both.”

“What?”

“You said, him or her, it’s actually both.”

“Both…what do you mean both?”

Her grin growing wider.

“Wait, you had your appointment today didn’t you?”

She gave him a nod.

“Are, are you saying…we’re having twins?”

“That is exactly what I’m saying. A boy. And a girl. Twins.”

He mimicked the same grin as he picked her up in his arms.

“I knew it would work.”

“Dean, I have six sets of twins in my family.”

“Or Genetics was on my side.” He adds.

Y/N cackling in laughter.

“I also have something for you, it’s in our room, so if you could just follow me.” He says, taking off into the house ahead of her.

“Dean, your pregnant girlfriend can only move so fast!”

She tries to hurry to follow him only to find him in their room on one knee.

Her heart beating hard against her chest.

“I want to spend forever with you, grow the most amazing and beautiful family with you as their mother and as my wife. Y/N Y/L/N, I love you so much, and I see us growing old together. Y/N will you marry me?”

“Dean Winchester, that has got to be the best proposal I have ever heard in my life!” she says, holding back tears.

She walks up to him, holding her hand out. “Yes, I will marry you.”

He slips on the ring on her finger, getting up to meet her with a loving kiss.

“I can’t wait for those kids to come; I want to have so many kids with you.”

“Okay, slow down Winchester, we’re having two as are first set of kids.”

“I know, but I wonder how many more twins I can knock you up with.” He says kissing her neck.

“You goofy, horny man!” she giggles.

“I’m your goofy horny man.” He says, nipping at her ear.

“That you are.” She says. Meeting his lips in a loving kiss.

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[winchester19-67]

Unfortunate

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Scary Situations, Injury, Fluff

Word Count: 7,870

Square Filled: Firefighter AU

A/N: This was written for @spnfluffbingo.

“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers at you as you walk out towards your car. Sighing, you look over at him and you roll your eyes when you see the look on his face.

“What is it now, Winchester?” you ask him.

“Keep your stupid dog from using the bathroom in my yard.”

“He isn’t my dog, Dean,” you sigh as you cross your arms and scowl up at him.

“No?” Dean asks as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Then stop feeding him so that he’ll either run away or starve to death.”

“You’re cruel.”

“No, what’s cruel is having to run inside to put on some different shoes every morning because your dog keeps…”

“He isn’t mine!” you tell Dean as you throw your arms up at him. “I don’t have time to stand here and argue with you, okay?”

“Buy a leash,” Dean says as you turn to get in your car.

“If you hate living beside of me so much, then why don’t you move so that you don’t have to deal with me anymore?” you ask him. “You treat me like I’m some kind of burden just like everybody else does and I am done with it!”

Dean gives you a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, like you care,” you scoff as you slam the door shut. You look up at Dean and roll your eyes as you pull out of the driveway. You honestly don’t know what his problem is, but ever since you moved in a year ago, he has done nothing but complain about every little thing that you do. You wake him up when you leave in the mornings. He texts you telling you to turn your T.V. down saying that he can hear it. And now he’s mad at you over a dog that isn’t even yours.

You’re done with it. You’re done with everybody acting like you can’t do anything right. You’re done with getting yelled at by people because you don’t live up to their standards.

All day you think about what you’re going to say to Dean when you see him, but you get home to see that he’s sitting on his front porch looking like he has had a rough day. Knowing that he sees a lot of crap as a firefighter, you decide to leave it alone for right now. If he’s in a bad mood then you don’t want to make it worse on him or yourself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean takes a deep breath, trying to brace himself for what he’s about to see. When it’s a fire he can stay a bit calmer on the drive there because there’s a possibility that there’s no people involved. When it’s a car wreck, however, there’s a guarantee that there’s at least one person involved and it isn’t always a good scenario. From what he knows about this one, it was a hit and run and there’s someone pinned inside a car. When Dean can finally see the car, his eyes widen because he recognizes it.

“(Y/N),” Dean breathes out as his heart starts racing. He jumps out before taking off running over towards your car. Dean feels sick to his stomach when he sees that you’re slumped over the steering wheel. He tries the door, thankfully finding that it isn’t stuck and he can reach you.

“(Y/N),” Dean says as he reaches into the car and he places a finger on your neck. He breathes out a sigh of relief when he feels your pulse, even if it is weak and slow. Weak and slow is a whole lot better than nothing at all.

“(Y/N), sweetheart? Can ya hear me? It’s Dean. (Y/N)?” Dean doesn’t get a response out of you. He takes a deep breath to compose himself. He knows what to do. This isn’t his first car wreck that he’s dealt with. It’s a whole lot different when you actually know the person, though.

Dean’s snapped out of his thoughts when he sees the others are jumping into action. He tries to do everything like he’s supposed to. He tries to forget that he knows you. Even if you aren’t his favorite person ever. You make a whining noise as you try and open your eyes a bit.

“Hey, (Y/N), open your eyes if you’re able to hear me.”

“Dean?” you croak out as you see him through the haze.

“Hey,” Dean smiles softly at you as he looks you over. “Does anything hurt?”

“My legs are pinned,” you slur a bit.

“Okay. Okay. We’re going to get you out of there, okay?” Dean tells you softly. “You’re going to hear a loud noise but everything’s going to be okay. I promise.” Dean goes to pull away but stops when you reach out to grab onto his arm and you tug at him a bit.

“Don’t,” you beg him. You know that he hates you but you don’t really care. You need someone familiar with you because as much as you don’t want to admit it, you’re a bit scared.

“Okay,” Dean says softly as he places his hand over yours. “Okay. Relax. You’re alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

You take a deep breath and you let your eyes slide shut.

“No, no, sweetheart,” Dean tells you as he gently shakes your arm a bit, trying not to jostle you around too much. “Keep your eyes open.”

“Can’t,” you mumble.

“Yes you can,” Dean tells you as he gently takes your face between both of his hands. He sees the cuts and scrapes on your face and arms, but that isn’t what’s concerning him right now. It’s the big bruise on your forehead and also the fact that you’re pinned in. “Hey, look at me.”

“I don’t want to die.”

Dean swallows hard. “You’re not going to, okay?” You flinch when you hear a loud noise and Dean leans over to shield you from the breaking glass. “It’s okay,” Dean says loud enough that you’re able to hear him. “You’re okay. Hang on, (Y/N).” ~~~~~~~

You groan as your eyes slowly open. Your nose wrinkles at the strong smell of disinfectant, and your head hurts because the room is too bright. Moaning, you look over to see Dean sitting in one of the seats by your hospital bed with his head laid over onto the mattress.

“You’re awake,” Dean smiles as he sits up in his seat.

You give him a look. “Why are you here?”

Dean shrugs his shoulders. “I had to make sure that you were okay.”

“Why? I thought for sure that you hated me.”

“I’ll admit that you’re not my favorite person,” Dean tells you. “That doesn’t mean that I hate you, though.”

“You should go home.”

“Funny,” Dean says. “Because yesterday when you were stuck in that car, I remember you begging me to stay with you.”

“That’s because I was scared and shocked and maybe a bit delirious,” you tell him. “Won’t happen anymore.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean says as he gives you a look. “Well, you’re going to need help because the doctor said that your left leg is busted up pretty good. Nothing else is injured but they were wanting you to wake up so that they could put a cast on your leg.”

“Did they say when I could go home?”

“If you do well today they said probably tomorrow.”

“Well, there’s nurses and doctors here to help me if I need it, so…”

“I will go home if you want me to.”

“Please,” you tell him. Dean stands up out of his chair and he turns to walk out of the room. “Dean,” you sigh before he makes it over to the door. Dean looks over his shoulder at you as he gives you a soft smile.

“I knew that you didn’t want to throw me out, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes a bit at him. “If I get to go home tomorrow then I’m going to need someone with legs and a car to help me.”

Dean smiles a bit at you as he nods his head. “I take it that that’s your way of asking me for help.”

“Yes, as much as I hate to say it,” you tell him. “But all you have to do is drive me home and then I can take care of myself from there.”

“Fine. I’ll pull up, make you get out of my car, and let you fend for yourself from there on.”

“That’s fine by me as long as I don’t have to put up with you no longer than I absolutely have to.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “That’s nice to say about the person who saved your life,” Dean tells you as he turns once more to walk out of the room.

“Yeah, thanks for that but I would rather not have to put up with your attitude.”

Dean gives you a look over his shoulder. “I’m not the one with the attitude right now,” Dean tells you before walking on out into the hallway. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I honestly didn’t think that you’d be here today,” you tell Dean as he walks into the room.

“Yeah, well, I can put up with your attitude but I couldn’t put up with making you walk home,” he says.

“I only have an attitude towards you because you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Can we not fight in a hospital?” Dean asks you.

“Can you not keep giving me that look?”

“What look?”

“That look that tells me that you’d rather be anywhere but here.”

“I would rather be anywhere but here so please tell me when you get out of here.”

“Whenever the doctor says that I can be released.”

Dean sighs as he plops down in one of the chairs beside of your bed. He crosses his arms and stares over at you.

“Yesterday, when you told me that you saved my life, from what I remember there were about three other people there who were actually doing the saving,” you tell Dean. “You were just standing there by my car.”

“Yeah, because you asked me not to leave you,” Dean spits out.

“So you didn’t actually save my life,” you tell Dean. “You only kept me company.”

“You know what?” Dean asks as he stands up out of the chair. “I don’t have to put up with this crap!”

“Oh, you mean like I have had to put up with yours for almost a year?” you ask him. “All of the things that you accuse me of. Having my T.V. up too loud or waking you up when I’m outside because you sleep all hours of the day for whatever reason.”

“I have to go in at ridiculous hours and most days I’m on call so yeah, I sleep when I can!” Dean tells you.

“Tell me, why do you hate me?”

“I told you that I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you acting this way towards me?” you ask him. “Why do you treat me like this and then you get mad when I get aggravated?”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Look, you obviously need my help and I obviously have too much of a conscience to walk off and let you fend for yourself, so please shut up and maybe I’ll help you.”

You stare up at Dean but don’t say anything else. Dean walks over to sit down in the chair once more and he looks over at you.

“How’s your leg feeling?”

“Like you care.”

“I do care, (Y/N),” Dean tells you softly. “Because despite our differences you’re still a human being and you’re hurt and I do care.”

You sigh as you shrug your shoulders a bit. “It hurts. It’s in a cast. It’s itchy. What else is there to say about it?”

“See? I asked you a simple question and yet you still have to…” Dean stops talking as the doctor walks into the room.

“Please tell me that I can get out of here,” you beg him.

“Well, everything other than your leg is fine so you’re free to go home,” the doctor tells you.

“Thank you.”

“I do have to ask, though, do you have anybody to take care of you?”

“Um, take care of me?” you ask him. “Why would I need someone to take care of me?”

“You have to stay off of that leg,” he tells you.

“I can use the crutches.”

“Minimally,” he says. “You need to keep that leg propped up most of the time though.” The doctor turns to look over at Dean. “Are you her husband?”

“Oh, no, I’m her neighbor,” Dean says.

“He’s only here because he’s my ride home,” you tell the doctor.

“Well, you’re going to need somebody to take care of you,” he tells you.

You sigh. “I don’t have anybody to take care of me.”

“Your parents?”

You swallow hard. “They… Um…”

“I’m sorry,” he tells you. “No other family?” You shake your head. “Any friends?”

“Not exactly,” you breathe out.

The doctor looks over at Dean once more. “You’re her neighbor, correct?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t think that she’d let me…”

“She’s going to need somebody to help her out and she obviously doesn’t have anybody else.”

“Oh, no, trust me. I’ll be fine by myself,” you tell him.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), if you go home now and you don’t have anybody to take care of you or help you around the house, you could wind up injuring your leg even further to the point where it will never heal properly.”

You sigh as you look over at Dean and he scowls at you as he nods his head a bit.

“Fine,” you give in. “I’ll let him take care of me.”

“Good,” the doctor tells you as he hands you a few papers. “Fill these out and you can go home then.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I hope you know that I’m not happy about this,” you tell Dean as you look out the window at the scenery.

“Oh, I know that,” Dean says as he glances over at you. “I’m not thrilled about it either but like I told you while ago, I have too good of a conscience to make you suffer.”

“All I expect you to do is help me into my house and then forget about me,” you tell him. “I seriously don’t need someone to babysit me.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not going to your house,” Dean tells you. “You’re staying with me.”

“Dean…”

“I know that you only told that doctor that you’d let me help you to make him stop talking about it, but I’m being serious here,” Dean tells you. “You’re going to stay at my house until you’re able to handle things on your own.”

“I can.”

“Uh-huh,” Dean says. “Then why did you have to have a nurse help you to get dressed?”

“Because I didn’t want you to help me.”

“But my point is that you needed help.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t… I didn’t need… Fine! I might need a little bit of help,” you mumble as you cross your arms over your chest. Dean chuckles as he makes the turn onto your street.

“Hey, (Y/N)?”

“What?”

Dean takes a deep breath. “You’ve never mentioned your parents to me,” he tells you. “I didn’t know that they…”

“What? You going to tell me that you’re sorry like it was your fault or something?”

“Well, no,” Dean tells you. “I’m going to tell you that I’m sorry like I’m sorry that it happened to you.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you mutter.

“Well, at least you said thank you,” Dean smiles as he pulls Baby into his driveway.

You look over at Dean and take a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I do need help and you are the only person that I have to help me, so here’s the deal. Let’s try to be civil towards each other, okay? I honestly do appreciate this and I want you to know that I’m sorry for what I said earlier about the accident. I know that you saved my life and I’m grateful for that.”

“Okay,” Dean says as he looks over at you. “I agree with everything that you just said and I forgive you.”

“Good,” you breathe out. Dean gets out of the car and he walk over to your side to help you get out.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you ask him as he bends down to pick you up.

“Doctor said minimal use of crutches and it’s not like you have to use them now.”

“Dean…”

“Please accept my help,” Dean tells you. “It would make this a whole lot easier on the both of us if you’d just let me help you here.”

“Fine,” you sigh as you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck. He carefully lifts you up out of the car and carries you up onto his porch. “Don’t drop me,” you tell Dean as he fumbles to hold you while trying to get his key.

“Um…” Dean looks at you with an awkward expression on his face. “My house key is in my front pocket and I can’t exactly get to it while also holding you in my arms.”

You roll your eyes a bit at him. “Which pocket?”

“Left,” Dean tells you, Sighing, you turn in Dean’s hold enough to stretch your arm down. You reach your hand into his pocket and you try to avoid eye-contact with him. Dean grunts when you pinch him through the material. You smirk at him before holding a key up in front of his face. Dean rolls his eyes at you as he bends down a bit so that you’re able to unlock the door.

“There,” you smile as you fling the door open. Dean carries you inside and sits you down onto the couch. He grabs a few pillows and stacks them up underneath your leg.

“Doctor said to keep that propped up,” Dean tells you before handing you some paper and a pen. “I’m going to go get your room set up so you write down what you want from your house, and then I’ll go get it after I cook you something to eat.”

You nod and look up at him. “Dean?”

“What?”

You take a deep breath. “Thank you. Seriously. I will try my best to not be too much of a pain in the butt.”

Dean smiles a bit as he nods his head at you. “And I’ll try not to act like I hate you.”

“Good,” you smile. Dean walks off and you look down at the cast on your leg and you scowl. This definitely isn’t the situation that you wanted to be in right now but it’s the only option that you’ve got.

“What do you want me to fix you for lunch?” Dean asks you.

You look up at him and you shake your head a bit. “Dean, you don’t have to…”

“(Y/N), you need to eat something other than hospital food,” he tells you. “What do you want?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Whatever you want to fix.”

“You’re so helpful,” Dean mutters as he walks over to the kitchen.

“I can help,” you tell Dean as you turn to get up off of the couch.

“Huh-uh,” Dean says as he walks over to move the crutches away where you can’t reach them.

“Hey!”

“Oh, suck it up,” Dean tells you. “(Y/N), you have got to keep that leg propped up and you’re supposed to be resting anyways. You’ll never heal if you don’t do what the doctor tells you to.” You roll your eyes. “Look, I didn’t have to do this for you but I did and you should be grateful.”

“I am.”

“Then act like it,” Dean tells you. “Seriously, (Y/N), I know that neither of us like this situation that we’re in, but here we are so let’s make the most of it until you can get that cast off your leg.”

Dean walks off and you take a deep breath. These next few weeks are going to go by slowly. ~~~~~~~~~~~

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?” Dean asks you as he walks into your room to see that you’re trying to stand up.

“Uh, I think that I’m trying to get up so that I can take a shower.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “You should have hollered at me to help you,” Dean says as he walks over to you. “I told you that if you need help to either holler or text me.”

“Okay, yeah, but the thing is that I don’t need your help right now.”

“Yeah, you do,” Dean says as he tries to help you with your crutches. You stand up with Dean’s help and he stands behind you as you walk over towards the bathroom.

“Um, you don’t have to follow me in there,” you tell him.

Dean takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes at you. “You’re going to need help getting into the tub and keeping your cast out of the water and getting out.”

“Oh, no. You are not helping me take a bath. I will figure out this one on my own.”

“No you won’t either,” Dean tells you as he turns to walk off. “Don’t lock this door on me because I will kick it down.”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m going into the kitchen to get something to wrap that cast up in,” Dean tells you.

Sighing, you take a seat on the side of the bathtub. Dean walks into the room carrying a trash bag in one hand and a roll of duct tape in the other. He kneels down in front of you before gently pulling your leg over to rest your foot on top of his knee. You look down at Dean as he carefully wraps your cast up, trying to get it wrapped as tightly as possible.

“Okay,” Dean says as he stands up and reaches a hand down to help you up. Once you’re standing, you look up at Dean and blush a bit.

“Um, could you turn around?” you ask him.

Dean shrugs his shoulders. “Why?”

“Because I kind of have to take my clothes off.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “(Y/N), we’re both mature adults.”

“Well, I don’t know about the mature part for at least one of us.”

“That’s a funny way to talk about yourself,” Dean says, earning a scowl from you. “Seriously, sweetheart, I think that we can both handle this.”

“Okay. Fine,” you sigh as you begin to lift your shirt up over your head. Dean helps to hold you up as you undress.

“Bath or shower?” Dean asks.

“Um, well a bath would probably be easier because I could sit down but a shower would be easier to keep my cast out of the water.”

“Shower it is then,” Dean tells you as he tries his best to keep his eyes on your face.

“I thought you said that this doesn’t bother you.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” Dean tells you truthfully. “But it obviously bothers you so I’m trying to make you feel as comfortable as I can.”

“Oh,” you swallow hard. “Um, thank you.”

Dean nods as he helps you to keep your balance.

“Okay,” you breathe out. “Will you help me into the tub now?”

“Alright,” Dean says as he puts your arm around his neck and bends down to pick you up. He lifts you up over the tub and puts you down on your good foot, keeping your left side supported as he reaches over to turn on the water. Dean helps to hold your leg up away from the stream of water while using his free arm to help balance you.

“Doing okay?” Dean asks you.

“Yeah,” you sigh. You drop the shampoo bottle, flinching when it hits the tub and a loud bang echoes throughout the room. “Crap!”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Dean tells you as he picks the bottle up and hands it up to you.

“Thanks,” you sigh as you take the bottle from him.

“No problem,” Dean tells you.

“I think that I’m done,” you tell Dean as you reach down to try to turn the water off.

“I got it,” Dean tells you as he gently swats your hand away. He turns the water off before looking up at you. “Do you think that you could use the wall to hold yourself up while I grab your towel?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out as you lean up against the shower wall. Dean gets out to grab your towel and he hands it in to you. You dry off before wrapping the towel tightly around your body. Dean wraps your arm around his shoulders once more before helping you out and leaning you up against the counter.

“You good?” Dean asks as he pulls away from you.

“Yeah,” you tell him as you grab your clothes off of the counter. “You don’t have to be in here now.”

Dean gives you a look. “So I’m in here when you take your clothes off but now you don’t want me in here when you go to put them on?”

“I didn’t even want you in here when I took them off, Dean,” you tell him. “Please.”

“Okay,” Dean says as he turns to walk out of the room. “I’ll be outside the door if you need me.”

“Thank you.”

Dean nods as he walks on out of the bathroom, leaving the door cracked open enough that he can hear you. When he hears your crutches on the bathroom tile, he opens up the door and he frowns at the look on your face.

“You look tired, sweetheart.”

“I am,” you tell Dean. “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Dean chuckles as he walks over to take your crutches from you and you give him a look.

“What…”

“I’ve got you,” Dean says as he leans the crutches up against the wall and bends down to pick you up.

“Dean…”

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you, this is how I’m doing that so be quiet and relax.”

“Wow, even when he’s taking care of me he’s still snappy with me.”

Dean rolls his eyes at you as he walks over and lays you down on top of the guest bed. “Alright,” Dean says as he props your leg up with a pillow and he pulls the blankets up over you. He hands over the remote to the T.V. and sits down beside of you.

“Okay, so I have to go in a couple hours, but I called Sam and he’s more than happy to sit with you.”

“Dean,” you roll your eyes. “I don’t need someone to babysit me.”

“Okay, well, you couldn’t have taken your shower without me and if you need to eat or something then you’re going to need help,” Dean tells you.

“I can take care of myself for a while, Dean. I…”

“Okay, here’s the rules,” Dean tells you as he looks you in the eyes. “You’re in my house, and I’d rather you not die in my house because you were hungry but couldn’t make it to the kitchen with a busted leg and you starved to death, or you tried to get somewhere and then fell and you hit your head. So Sam is going to help you and you are going to accept it but no you do not have to be happy about it.” You roll your eyes and turn the T.V. on. “Alright. You’re allowed to be grumpy and ignore me,” Dean says as he reaches over to ruffle up your hair. You push his hand away and scowl over at him.

“Don’t treat me like a little kid.”

“Then stop pouting like one,” Dean smiles. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I’m surprised that you or Dean haven’t killed each other,” Sam says as he looks over at you.

“Yeah, well, give it a couple more days and then you might have a body,” you tell him. “Do you know why Dean hates me?”

“Dean doesn’t hate you.”

“Yeah, that’s what he keeps telling me but I don’t exactly believe it with how he treats me.”

“Dean told me that he acts that way around you because of your attitude towards him.”

“My attitude towards him started when he started treating me like this,” you tell Sam.

He takes a deep breath. “Honestly, (Y/N), I don’t know what’s wrong with my brother.”

“We were friends when I first moved in and we got along well until…”

“Until what?” Sam asks.

You stare down at the couch and take a deep breath. “Until he asked me out.”

“Woah,” Sam says as his eyes widen a bit. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “But I had to text Dean and tell him that I wasn’t able to make it because something was going on with my dad. Dean acted different towards me after that. You don’t think that Dean got upset because I couldn’t go do you?”

“I’d like to say that I don’t think my brother would get upset over something like that, but I don’t know,” Sam shrugs. “I guess it’s possible.”

You take a deep breath. “Sam, I’m trying so hard to accept his help but we keep clashing.”

“At least he offered.”

“More like go throwed into it because he offered to take me home and my doctor didn’t want to let me go unless I had someone to take care of me.”

Sam laughs as he shakes his head a bit at you. “Well, at least me and you get along.”

“Yeah,” you smile.

The front door opens and you and Sam look over to see Dean walk into the house. Dean kicks his shoes off before walking over to the couch and plopping down on the other side of you.

“Sammy, she been giving you a tough time?” Dean asks him.

“Nope,” Sam says as he looks over at you.

Dean gives you a look. “Seriously? You go easy on him but not me?”

“Hey,” you say and you shrug your shoulders at Dean, “I only like people who like me.”

“I like you,” Dean mutters.

“Well, I think that you need to tell your face that.”

“Alright, stop,” Sam laughs as he stands up off of the couch and looks over at Dean. “She’s all yours.”

“Great,” Dean mutters as he lets his eyes slide shut. “Think that you could sit with her while I take a nap?”

“Okay, you two are talking about me like I’m a toddler,” you tell them. “I’ll be alright for a few minutes while you take a nap.”

“Fine,” Dean sighs as he stands up and he turns to walk off to his room.

Sam laughs as he looks down at you. “Keep my brother in line for me, huh?”

“Oh, no thank you. That was your parents’ job so they obviously failed.”

“Call me if you decide to kill him. I will help you hide the body,” Sam says.

“Okay,” you laugh as Sam walks over to the door.

“He go home?” Dean asks as he pokes his head out of his room.

“Yeah,” you smile. “I thought that you were going to sleep.”

“Nah,” Dean shakes his head. “I only said that because I really wanted him to leave.”

“Even though you asked him to stay here with me?”

“I knew that he wouldn’t,” Dean tells you.

“Why did you want him to go home?”

Dean sighs as he sits down on the couch and puts his head in his hands. “Because I have had a rough day. I want to be alone.”

“But you’re not alone,” you tell him. “I’m here you know.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean sighs.

“I mean, if you want to be alone then I can go to my house…”

“Absolutely not,” Dean says as he gives you a look. “Nice try, though.”

“I can go in my room if…”

“No. No, it’s alright,” Dean tells you softly.

“You wanna talk about it?” you ask him.

Dean looks over at you. “Do you seriously mean that?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Like you said. We’re stuck in this situation because you apparently have too good of a conscience so we might as well act at least halfway civil towards each other,” you tell him. “You’ve been talking care of me so the least that I could do is listen to your problems.

Dean takes a deep breath. “Almost lost a kid today,” he tells you. “I’m okay though.”

“No, you’re not okay,” you tell Dean as you reach over to lay a hand between his shoulders. Dean takes a deep breath as he hides his face in his hands.

“The job can get to me is all,” Dean tells you as he runs his fingers through his short hair.

“What do you need?” you ask him.

“Nothing. I’m alright,” Dean tells you softly. He reaches his hand over to lay it over yours. “How’s that leg feeling?”

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s there. It’s in a cast. It’s itching.”

Dean chuckles and nods his head a bit. “Actually, I think that I will take a nap,” Dean tells you. “I’m kind of tired now that I’ve calmed down some.”

“Okay,” you tell him.

“Will you be…”

“I will be fine, Dean,” you tell him. “I promise.”

Dean nods his head as he stands up off of the couch. “Hey, (Y/N),” Dean says as he looks down at you. “Um… Thank you for listening. You didn’t have to.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You don’t have to thank me for returning a favor.”

“You need anything?”

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m fine.”

“Alright,” Dean says before walking on into his room. “Holler if you need me for anything.”

“I will,” you tell Dean as you nod your head at him. “Hey, Dean?”

“Yeah?”

You smile a bit. “Same goes for you too.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Seriously?” Dean asks as he walks through his front door with his arms full and trips over your crutches.

“Hey, I’m not the one who put them there,” you tell him.

“I’m getting tired of having to pick up after you,” Dean mutters as he slams the door shut with his foot.

“Well, I’m sorry, but it’s not like you’ll let me do anything.”

“No, because you’ll probably only mess it up anyways.”

“What is wrong with you?” you ask him. “We have a couple good days and then you start in on me even though you tell me that you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Dean tells you as he walks into the kitchen and sets the grocery bags down onto the counter. “But you are infuriating.”

“Hey, you’re the one who insisted that they take care of me.”

“And you’re the one who didn’t have anybody else to do it!” Dean hollers, immediately feeling bad for the words that slipped out of his mouth. Dean turns to look at with wide eyes. “Sweetheart, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“What? You didn’t mean for that to seem like you were saying that it’s my fault that everybody hates me?”

“Everybody doesn’t hate you,” Dean tells you softly.

“Well, nobody likes me so I don’t see much of a difference here.”

Dean swallows hard as he turns to take everything out of the bags. “(Y/N), I’m…”

“Don’t say sorry. I forgive you but you should know that comments like that hurt.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean tells you softly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

You take a deep breath. “I think that I want to go to bed.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I’m tired,” you tell Dean as you look over at him. Dean nods before grabbing your crutches and helping you up off of the couch. Dean walks with you to your room and he helps you to get comfortable.

“Your leg propped up enough?” Dean asks you.

“Yeah,” you say and you nod your head a bit at him.

“Good,” Dean says as he gives you a soft smile. “I’ll try not to wake you up.”

“Okay,” you tell him. Dean turns to walk out of the room, but he keeps the door cracked enough that he can hear you if you holler out for him. Afraid that he’s going to wake you up if he moves around too much, Dean decides to put a movie on. He’s about to doze off himself when he hears you screaming.

“(Y/N)!” Dean hollers as jumps up off of the couch and goes running into your room. Dean frowns when he sees you sitting up in bed with your head in your hands. Your entire body is shaking and Dean can hear your heavy breaths from where he’s standing.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out without looking over at Dean.

“Don’t apologize,” Dean tells you. “What happened?”

“I was living the wreck all over,” you choke out. “I have had that dream every night but I never wake up like that.”

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, I think so,” you breathe out. “Don’t worry about me. I didn’t mean to startle you like that.”

“It is not your fault,” Dean tells you softly as he walks over to the bed and sits down by your feet.

“It isn’t like there’s anybody that cares if I live anyways,” you tell him.

“Don’t say that,” Dean tells you as he shakes his head at you.

“I don’t have any family. I don’t have any friends.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Then you hate me.”

“Stop saying that,” Dean tells you as he gives you a look. “I don’t hate you.”

“Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask him. “Tell me, Dean. What did I do to you that was so wrong?”

Dean takes a deep breath. “Fine, I’ll tell you,” Dean says. “Do you remember what happened about three months after you moved in?”

“Yeah,” you reply. “You asked me out on a date.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “Then you never showed.”

You give Dean a look. “Do you want to know why I never told you about my parents?” Dean shrugs his shoulders. “Because that night I got a call from my mom saying that my dad wasn’t doing well. He passed away and I get home thinking that I at least had a friend to confide in only to have you start treating me like I was some horrible person.”

Dean’s eyes widen a bit. “Sweetheart, I… I didn’t know.”

You scoff “Please tell me that you haven’t been treating me like this because you got mad at me for being with my parents instead of you.”

“No,” Dean tells you. “I got upset with you because I thought that you stood me up.”

You give him a look. “Why would you have thought that?”

“When I went to pick you up, you wouldn’t answer the door. I thought that maybe you went on so I thought that I’d meet you there. A text message or something telling me why I sat alone in a restaurant for an hour would have been nice.”

“I did text you, Dean,” you tell him.

“No, you didn’t,” Dean says. You reach over to grab your phone and Dean laughs a bit. “Do you seriously keep all of your text messages?”

“Please shut up,” you tell him as you scroll through your phone. “It isn’t like I talk to you that much anyways. It won’t be hard to find it,” you tell him. You pull up the message and your heart drops when you don’t see it. “It isn’t there.”

“What?” Dean asks you.

“It.. It must not have sent out or something but it’s not there,” you tell Dean as you look over at him. “Maybe I didn’t hit send or something, but I… I promise that I tried to text you, I don’t know what happened. I didn’t…”

“I don’t need an explanation,” Dean tells you.

“I promise that I…”

“Okay, okay,” Dean says as he reaches over to gently grip onto the tops of your arms. “I believe you,” Dean tells you softly.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathe out as you hide your face in your hands. “So these past few months that we’ve been at each other’s throats, all of it has been because of my stupidity.”

“You did not do it on purpose,” Dean tells you softly.

“The fact that we could have been at least halfway friendly with each other instead of always yelling at each other is…”

“Unfortunate.”

“All my fault,” you tell Dean as you look over at him.

“(Y/N), I’m sure that you probably had so much on your mind that night that you didn’t pay attention to whether it went through or not.”

“No, but I could have called you or something.”

“Hey, look at me,” Dean tells you as he brings a hand up to cup your chin. “Stop. I’m not upset with you. Stuff like that happens.”

You take a deep breath. “If it hadn’t have been for my dad getting sick, I would have been there. I wouldn’t have stood you up like that.”

“And I want you to know that I would have been there for you had I gotten that text.”

“I know,” you choke out.

“I’m sorry,” Dean says.

You laugh softly. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I’ve been acting so poorly towards you and you have been going through all of this,” Dean tells you.

“If it wasn’t my fault then it wasn’t yours either,” you tell Dean truthfully. “From your perspective, you asked me out I said yes, then I wasn’t there.”

“And from your perspective I acted like you were an awful person for no reason,” Dean tells you. “Could we start over?”

“Yeah,” you smile softly. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” Dean smiles as he wraps his arms around you before pulling you in tightly to him. “If you don’t mind me asking you this, what happened to your mom?”

“Grieved herself,” you tell Dean. “It’s like she couldn’t comprehend what had happened. She went into this like catatonic state and wouldn’t eat or anything.”

Dean sighs. “(Y/N), I am so sorry that I couldn’t be there as your friend.”

“It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not and that is my fault because I shouldn’t have been so petty. I should have known that there was a reason that you didn’t show up.”

“Can we please stop talking about this for right now?” you ask him.

“Yeah,” Dean nods. “Okay.” He presses a kiss to your head before tightening his arms around your body. “Try to go to sleep. I’m right here.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey, how’s that leg?” Dean asks you as he walks through the front door. You hold it up and Dean smiles when he no longer sees the cast there. “Good.”

“Yeah, the doctor told me that it was healing better than he expected,” you tell Dean.

“Where’s Sam?” he asks you.

“He dropped me off after the appointment and went home,” you tell Dean as you stand up from off of the couch, wincing a bit when your leg hits the floor.

“It still hurts?”

“A little,” you tell Dean. “The doctor said that it’s normal though for a few days where I haven’t been putting pressure on it.”

“Okay, so it’s nothing to worry about right now?” Dean asks.

“No,” you smile. “It is all good.” Dean nods his head as he walks over to you.

“So will you still need my help, or…”

“Well, maybe a couple days until it doesn’t feel weak anymore,” you tell him. Dean nods his head and you laugh a bit at the look on his face. “Look at it this way. We’re still neighbors and since you don’t hate me anymore…”

“I never hated you.”

“You’re welcome to walk the five feet over to my house whenever you want to.”

“Okay,” Dean smiles. “You hungry?”

“Pizza will be here in a few minutes.,” you laugh.

“Read my mind,” Dean chuckles. “I’m going to go wash up a bit.”

“Okay,” you tell Dean as he turns to walk into his room.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say that you look almost disappointed,” you tell Dean as he stands at your front door after helping you carry all of your things over to your house.

Dean shrugs his shoulders a bit at you. “Yeah, well. What can I say? It was kind of nice having you around after we got everything straightened out.”

“Yeah,” you smile. “Dean, thank you. Thanks for helping me this week and also for saving my life.”

“You don’t have to thank me for it,” Dean says. “For none of it. Can I be honest with you about something?”

“Please,” you say and you nod your head a bit at him.

Dean takes a deep breath. “When I saw that it was you who was slumped over that steering wheel, I was scared. Because even though I was sort of upset with you, I still like you, (Y/N).”

You smile up at Dean. “You know, if you wanted to try asking me out, I promise that I’ll show up this time.”

Dean chuckles as he nods his head at you. “Hint taken,” he tells you. Dean stares down at you and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Well?” you ask him.

“Well, what?”

“You could just stand there on my front porch, Winchester,” you tell him. “Or, you could kiss me.”

Dean gives you a look. “I didn’t expect you to be so forward,” he tells you.

“Well, we’ve taken up enough time being enemies so…”

“I agree with you there,” Dean smiles as he reaches a hand out to cup your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing over your skin. “If you need my help…”

“I will call,” you smile.

“Good,” Dean tells you as he leans in. His lips barely brush up against yours before he pulls away to look you in the eyes. When doesn’t see anything in your eyes that makes him think that you don’t want this, he leans in and he presses his lips firmly to yours. You bring a hand up to run your fingers through his short hairs as your lips move together. Dean pulls away when you’re both gasping at the need for air and he leans his forehead over against yours.

“I hate that we could have been like this all along,” Dean tells you softly as he looks you in the eyes.

“Me too, Dean,” you smile. “But it wasn’t anybody’s fault. Like you said, it was unfortunate but we’re okay now, right?”

“Yeah,” Dean smiles. “Right.” You nod and Dean gives you a soft kiss before he turns to walk off of your porch. “Hey,” Dean says as he turns around to look at you, smiling widely. “I’ll be at your door at seven tomorrow to take you to dinner.”

“Okay,” you smile. “I promise you that I’ll be here.”

Dean chuckles as he nods his head. “I’m going to hold you to that, sweetheart.”

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