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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Together, again

Summary: You meet up with Dean on yet another Saturday.

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, banter, jokes about serial killers (there is nothing graphic/it’s only funny banter), strangers to friends trope, there is only one bed trope, friends to lovers? trope, idiots in love trope, cuddling & snuggling, fluff

<< Part 1

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Eight months later, your apartment...

“Come on, kill her,” you stuff a mouthful of popcorn into your mouth, chewing audibly. “Man, she’s right there. Use the knife.”

“Dude, you are cold-blooded, sweetheart,” the man next to you complains. “Months ago, you believed I want to murder you, and now, you cheer for the killer.”

“Only,” pointing a finger at Dean you narrow your eyes, “if the chicks are dumber than a slice of bread. Moldy bread.”

“As I said, cold-hearted,” the cocky mechanic concludes. “You should cheer for the girls, not the guy chasing them.” He tuts. “If a serial killer ever chases me, don’t cheer for him. Please.

“Nah. I like you, Winchester,” you pat his thigh. “I’d help you hide in a basement and stab the bastards back.” You chuckle darkly as Dean slowly turns his head toward you. “I swear. If a serial killer ever wants to kill you, I’ll strike him down, or her.”

“Phew,” he places one hand on his heart, “I feel so much better now, Y/N. If you got my back, nothing bad can happen to me.”

“See, you are lucky you brought burger and pie this time, Dean,” you point out. “You bring food and good company; I’ll have your back.”

“Sweetheart, that’s not only a burger. It’s the Elvis,” rolling your eyes you fight the giggle bubbling up your throat. “You will fall in love with it after the first bite.”

“Dean, I want to have a bite now. Don’t torture me for much longer. A girl can’t live on popcorn and slasher movies alone, Sir.”

“Here,” he carefully unwraps the burger to place it on the plate in front of you, “take a bite and tell me what you think.”

“I think that this thing will kill me,” you greedily take a bite, groaning as it’s the best burger you ever ate. “Fuck me, that one is good. If the burger was a guy, I’d fuck him…no marry him…”

“Whoa…sweetheart,” Dean shifts on his seat as you feast on the burger, moaning, and munching. “You have some appetite.”

“I haven’t eaten all day, just like you said…well, I had an apple,” you laugh as Dean watches you eat. “Eat your burger, Mr. Winchester. I want to watch the next movie.”

“You only want to cheer for the killer again.”

“You can bet your cute ass on that, Winchester. Now, eat and tell me which movie you want to watch next.”

“All Saint's Day,” you chuckle at his choice. “I know we already saw it some weeks ago but—”

“It’s your favorite slasher movie, I got it,” he nods eagerly as he steals your remote control.

“You gotta love Hatchet Man, sweetheart. Let me show you his world.”

“You’re are dork,” flashing you a smile Dean starts the movie. “You’re lucky I like you. And the food is good.”

“I’ll always get you the best food, Y/N,” he puts his head in your lap, humming happily as you start to play with his short strands. “Your couch is so cozy and comfortable. I wanna steal it.”

“It’s mine,” you pull at his ear. “I dare you to put your hands on my couch, Winchester. If you do not behave, I’ll tell Sofia about it, and she won’t give you her cookies next time we visit her.”

“But I love her cookies,” Dean whines. “That’s cruel, Y/N. You can’t make Sofia hate her favorite table neighbor.”

“Dude, I’m her favorite table neighbor, not you,” you clarify. “She only tries to be kind to you; the poor guy selling his soul for cookies and pie.”

“She loves me,” he grumbles. “Sofia is like a granny to me. Don’t steal her!”

“Poor boy,” you coo while running your hand over his hair. “Sofia loves you, Dean. She’s a damn nice old lady and would have her back any time of the day, too.”

“You’re scary as shit and I like it. If I ever get into trouble, you can save me, sweetheart,” he wiggles on your lap to look up at you. “Did I tell you lately that your couch is great?”

“You want to sleep here, don’t you?” Dean grins up at you. “I already prepared a pillow and blanket for you, Mr. Sleepover.”

“We are going to have a pajama party, Y/N. Be a little more cheerful,” you laugh at his eagerness. “How about we switch to pajamas right now?”

“Let’s get comfortable then.”

“Best movie ever,” Dean concludes as you slowly drift into sleep. You are currently curled in his side, face pressed into his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your body. “Sweetheart, we should get some sleep now.”

“Hmm…” you rub your face into his chest. “I don’t want to get up, Dean. Can’t we stay like this? Let’s watch another movie and fall asleep.”

“Y/N, we need to unfold the couch into the comfortable hide-a-bed I’ve missed so much,” he mumbles. “Let me carry you.”

“Dean, the couch won’t unfold,” Dean watches you wiggle in his embrace. “You can sleep in my bed if you want to.”

“Uh—the couch is fine. I can make myself a little smaller,” he nervously laughs as you lift your hand to pat his scruffy cheek.

“Dean, it’s too small,” tugging at his sleepshirt you look him deep in the eyes. “You are my guest and will sleep in my bed. Come on. I’m tired.”

“Okay, okay. You win,” you squeal as Dean brings you in his arms to carry you toward your bedroom. “Just you know, I’m a blanket hoarder…”

“Sweetheart?” Dean whispers as he wakes in the middle of the night. You are snuggled around him. One leg draped over his thigh, and your arms wrapped around his middle. “You’re a cuddler, huh?”

“Hmm…” you don’t wake so Dean wraps his arms around you and just enjoys having you in his arms. He’s not the kind of man talking much about feelings, but having you so close makes him feel things he shouldn't feel for a good friend…his best friend. “You’re warm and comfy.”

“That I am, sweetheart. That I am…”

“Uh-care to explain what you are doing?” your mouth falls open as Dean unfolds your couch into a hide-a-bed. His brows knitted together he glances at you standing in the middle of the living room, speechless. “Dean…”

“I repaired it, I think,” he nods to himself. “I unfolded it. Look.” Dean proudly states. “That beast only needed a strong hand. Tonight, I can sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah…uh…that’s great,” licking your lips you try to hide your disappointment. Dean wants to stay for a few more nights and now you lost your chance to get a little closer to him. At least at night. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, Y/N,” you nervously tug at the shirt you stole from him, praying Dean won’t see through your lie. “Even though, your bed was much more comfortable.”

“I-you can sleep in my bed, Dean. I mean we are friends and it’s totally cool to sleep in one bed. Only if you want to, of course.”

“Awesome,” Dean chuckles as you offer coffee and breakfast to him. He will never know you lied about your broken couch to lure him into your bed. “What do we want to do tonight?”

“Everything we want to,” you slap his ass while walking past him. “Having breakfast for starters would be great.”

One step closer…Sofia would be damn proud of you…

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xofemeraldstars · 7 months

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SUPERNATURAL -> 2x2 ❝ everybody loves a clown ❞

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sky-is-the-limit · 4 months

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Here's to the SPN writers who intended to write a dudebro toxic hetero man and ended up creating one of the most bisexual characters who ever bisexualed in the history of bisexuality. Oh, and Jackles' acting choices.

#couldn't give two flying fucks about the 15 years of queer bait and shitshow when people say bi characters i instantly think of Dean #he's for us mentally unstable self hating bisexuals who use humour and sexiness as coping mechanisms #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #destiel #deancas #bisexual #queer #gay #lgbtq #castiel #jensen ackles

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dorkylilguy · 5 months

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I gave you malewife Cas, I raise you with white collar and blue collar Dean 💚💙

I couldn’t choose I had to do both

#supernatural #spn #spn fanart #dean winchester #destiel #deancas #spnfandom #businessman!dean #mechanic!dean #domestic #domestiel

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artinvain · 15 days

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supernatural is interesting because the writers really did their research so the episodic lore and detective work is always really capturing - and you know what they did the best? subtle racism!! stealing lore from every culture while demonising the people who originated it. oh and the micro-agressions?? don’t get me started. but they also make america look like the no-man’s-land-facist-shit-bucket country it actually is. and I love a good stupid show I don’t need to focus on because it’s so expository.

#if I hear them say hoodoo or black magic one more time I’ll kms #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean is the worst guys im not sorry wtf #can you tell I’m watching this as some kind of coping mechanism ???#why hasn’t Cassie come back yet? Is it because she’s black?

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threshasketch · 2 months

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A serious talk from a seriously tiny angel.

#dean winchester #castiel #giant tiny #gt #supernatural #spn #dot chibi #threshie #threshasketch #mechanical pencil #trying to sketch more this year #apologies for my terrible phone pic scanning method

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t00muchheart · 4 months

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Okay but remember when famine told dean that he didn’t crave anything because he was empty ?? And then they just didn’t revisit that ?? Because I just have Thoughts (TM) about it, especially in light of Dean claiming earlier in in the episode that it was because he was full

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Old Friends, Old Cars and New Love

Summary: Dean Winchester x Fe!OC (Peggy) [feel free to see yourself as Peggy] -> When Dean takes Sam to see an old friend of his, Sam is, it's safe to say, more than confused to see his brother with an attitude that could only equal lovesick teen or, better yet, married.

Warning: FLUFF! Dogs, Back to the Future mentions (small), light swearing and fade to smut (mostly kissing), mutual pining, long fic etc.

When Sam woke up that morning, the last thing he expected was to find his brother awake before him - after having a full 8 hours sleep. Both of them. Both of them had slept 8 full hours and yet, Dean was still up before him.

“Dude, what the-”

“Get dressed.”

Sam paused by the kitchen door. “Okay?...Why?”

“We’re going for a ride.”

“Dean,” Sam began, “we’ve just come back from a hunt yesterday. Dude, we need a break-”

“You can stay here if you want.” Dean said, looking to his brother. “It’s not a hunt. I’m just visiting an old friend.”

“Friend? What friend? We don’t have friends, Dean. Our friends are all dead- well, most of them are.”

Dean ignored Sam’s comments. “Look, I’m going up to see her. You can either stay here or you can come with.”

“Her?”

Dean had never mentioned a ‘her’ before outside of Charlie, Jody and Donna.

Dean just nodded to his brother. “She’s just moved. Lives a couple hours away. Thought I’d go up and say hi. There’s a couple of things I want to grab while I’m up there, too.”

“Things? What things?” Since when had his brother become a sudden mystery. Her? Things? “Are you feeling okay, Dean? You’re not…concussed? Are you? Fever?”

Sam went to place his hand by his brother’s head, but Dean just batted it away. “Are you coming or not?”

Sam agreed to go. He wanted to know who this ‘her’ was.

All the way there, Sam asked questions.

“Who is she? When did you meet her? What’s her name? Where the hell are we going? You’re not going just to hook up, are you? Because if you are-”

“Sam.” Dean interjected. “She’s just an old friend. I met her when I was younger. She’s got a couple of my things in her attic that I need since we’ve moved into the Bunker. Now, will you please shut up.”

“Okay.”

It was a little while longer until finally they arrived.

Dean pulled Baby into park outside of a car mechanic shop. Sutton Workshop.

Slowly, Sam got out of the car whilst his brother practically skipped. Where the hell were they?

Mostly, the place was silent. Was she, whoever she was, aware that they were coming?

But Sam jumped the moment he heard a voice swear. Then he spotted a pair of legs from under the cherry red mustang..

“Shit!”

Dean chuckled. “Don’t worry Cherry. She’s all bark and no bite.”

Sam could only see the legs of the person, but they became paralised. But not out of fear - out of recognition.

From under the car, Peggy smiled. She thought she had been kidding herself when she heard the familiar roar of the familiar, black, 67’ but the moment she heard that deep chuckle, she knew.

“You talking to me or the car?” Peggy asked before she rolled herself from under the car to look at the older Winchester who was stood leaning against the car. “And get off. It’s a new paint job.”

Dean stepped back with his hands up. “Yes, ma’am.”

Peggy stood up and was quick to embrace Dean. “God, it’s good to see you.” He still smelt the same. It was almost intoxicating. Whiskey and leather the seats of Baby and…gunpowder? Yep. Still Dean Winchester.

As Peggy let go and stepped back, she found another guy stood beside them. “Peg, this is Sam.”

Peggy shook the hand of Sam’s shocked person. “Hi, nice to finally meet you.”

“I’d say you too but…”

“He didn’t tell you who I was, did he?” Peggy hit Dean’s arm, enough to make him hold it after. “Thanks for that.”

“What? He never asked.”

Sam pulled a face at Dean but he just shrugged in return. “So, tell me, what are you in town for?”

“I was hoping you still had some of my boxes.”

Boxes? What boxes? Dean had boxes?

Peggy smiled. “Yeah, I’ve still got em’. They’re up in my attic. I’ve still got a couple cars to work on but you’re welcome to go and get em’.” Peggy walked into her office before finding her house keys and chucking them over to Dean.

“You sure?”

Peggy nodded. “Yeah. I’ll meet you back at home later. I’ve got a customer coming picking up his car in about 20 minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there.”

“See ya!” Peggy then slipped back under her car and continued her work.

“Sam!”

Sam jumped back into action and followed his brother back to Baby before Dean began driving a few streets away. “This is where she lives?”

“It didn’t look like this beforehand.” Dean told Sam, “She fixed it up.”

“She did all of this?”

Dean shrugged, placing the key into the door. “Well, I helped…a little.”

“When?” Sam asked, a little offended he didn’t know.

“About two years ago. There was a hunt close by and she needed some help. So I helped.” Dean briefly explained. “Up here.”

Sam found it oddly unsettling that his brother knew this house a lot better than he knew the Bunker. And that's saying something. It was like there was an air of domesticity around Dean - something Sam never, ever saw in him. No matter how hard Dean tried to have it, he never could but here? Here it was like he was swimming in it.

It was a good look on him.

Dean pulled at the short cord before the stairs collapsed down and he began to climb them.

The attic had been decorated, too. A little, at least. There were wooden panels everywhere, a couple of empty case boards and case file boxes on the floor. In the other corner was a large double bed with multiple plastic boxes on top with the labels of Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas on them.

All Dean could say was; “She’s a holiday person.”

Underneath the rest of the unpacked boxes and trunks was a rug. Clearly, this was made to be an extra bedroom but had become more of a storage space for a while.

Dean shrugged off his jacket and placed it over the wooden banister that was placed at the side of the door and began looking around.

In the middle of the sloping roof was a window that allowed you to either watch the birds fly by or watch the stars at night.

There had been so many nights spent here, for Dean. He could still remember the days when the case boards were filled with pinned photos and colored string leading from one to another.

As Dean began opening one box, Sam opened another. And that was when he saw it.

Dean’s things.

His stuff.

Everything from his childhood - photo albums, school reports, school projects…everything was saved. In another box were awards he’d gotten from school. His highschool diploma.

“She framed it.” Dean said in shock as he found it at the bottom of his box.

“What?” Sam asked, but Dean just ignored him and turned to the next box.

“Why didn’t you tell me about all of this?” Sam asked.

Again, nothing.

“Dean!”

Dean snapped out of his trance and looked to his brother. “What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Peggy?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders. “I guess it just never came up.”

“You helping fix a house never came up? Dean. We’ve been here half an hour and you’ve yet to tell me anything.”

“Look, Peg and I…we’re friends. Sometimes when I’d go hunting and there wasn’t a case, I’d come and see her. I’d help her out. It’s nothing.”

Sam thought for a moment. “So…have you two ever…”

Surprisingly, Dean seemed a little confused by what Sam was insinuating, but then it clicked. “What? Oh. No. No. We’re just friends. Jesus.”

Sam chuckled a little. “Okay, just…had to ask. You dressed as the easter bunny?”

“What?” Dean looked up and Sam showed him the photo.

“No. Mom dressed me as the easter bunny.”

“It’s cute.”

“No, it’s not.”

Then a voice cut the conversation. “It’s adorable.”

Dean smiled seeing as Peggy scaled the stairs and came up into the attic space. She looked over Sam’s shoulder from where he sat and took the photo in her hands. “Come on. I should frame it.”

“Don’t.” Dean warned.

She turned the photo so he could see. “But you’re adorable.”

He swiftly stood up and took the photo from her. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine.” Peggy groaned. “Jackass.”

“Moron.”

Sam couldn’t help but smile as he watched their interaction. He’d never seen Dean like this…it was good.

“Why are you looking through this stuff anyway?” Peggy asked, sitting on the floor beside Dean as he sat on the trunk.

“We’ve moved into a Bunker.”

Peggy laughed at first but then realized. “Oh, you’re being serious.”

Dean nodded, proudfully. “Yep. We’re legacies.”

“Legacies? How fancy.”

Dean didn’t explain further, so Sam did. “Our grandfather- Henry-”

Peggy quickly looked to Dean. “Your dad’s dad? You met your grandfather?”

She looked back to Sam and he nodded. “Yep.”

“Holy crap.”

“Anyway, he’s a Man of Letters. Apparently it’s a secret Hunter’s organization thing. Anyway, we’ve moved in.”

“And I want to actually make it a home.”

Peggy nodded, looking at Dean as he spoke. “That’s good. But you’ve always got a home here, if you need one.”

Dean looked at her and smiled. “I know.”

Sam watched the interaction again. Was Dean lying to him about the dating thing?

Peggy, however, then broke it and stood up. “I’ve put some food on. I’ll shout you down when it’s ready. You need any help?”

Dean shook his head. “No, we’ve got it. Thanks, Moron.”

“Anytime, Jackass.” Peggy smiled before making her way down the stairs but not before popping her head back up.

“You’re not allergic to anything, are you Sam?”

Sam shook his head. “No.”

“Okay, good. See you soon.”

Around an hour later, Peggy shouted for them both to come downstairs and wash up before all three of them sat down to eat.

“Who is this guy?” Dean asked, suddenly being met by a shaggy lab.

“That is Einstein."

“Back to the Future?” Dean asked.

“You know it.” Peggy smiled.

Sam was in shock. His brother couldn’t be more…normal if he tried. And since when did Dean like dogs?

“Einstein, outside. Come on. Fetch.”

Peggy threw his ball out into the backyard before closing the door and letting him run around the garden in circles until he’d tire himself out.

“When did you get him?” Dean asked, making his way into the dining room.

“Last year.” Peggy explained. “He was a shelter dog and I was getting lonely around here, so I adopted him.”

“What happened to creeper-dude? Rick.”

Peggy nodded. “Rich. And, we broke up.”

Dean nodded. “Good. Never liked him anyway.”

“You don’t like any guys I date.”

“Because they’re all wrong for you.”

“Then who’s right for me?”

Dean gave a slight smirk. “I don’t know. Me?”

Peggy looked at him and Sam could have swore he saw her blush as she looked down. “Oh, I walked into that one.”

“Yeah, you did.” Dean smiled. “You need help?”

“No, I got it.” Peggy carried the large bowl of pasta into the dining room whilst Dean grabbed the plates and laid them out.

The next hour and half was filled with many different conversations all from Dean’s stint in Purgatory to Sam’s days at Stanford. But it was all good. They laughed and cried at the laughter. And for Sam, it was the happiest he’d seen his brother…ever.

“I’ve finished the spare rooms so you two could stay if you want?”

“Are…are you sure?” Sam asked.

Peggy nodded and collected the plates but Dean swiftly took them from her and took them to the kitchen himself. “You cooked, we’ll clean.”

“Thanks. And, yes. I’m sure. I’d be nice to actually have someone to talk to. And I could use your help,” Peggy walked into the kitchen carrying the glasses. “A customer came in just before I shut up for the evening. American Station Wagon and I, for the life of me, cannot see anything wrong.”

“Well, it can’t be good if you need a second pair of eyes.”

“I know.”

Peggy was the best mechanic Dean knew. Anything that came into the shop from motorbikes to Baby herself. Peggy could fix anything and she was the only one Dean trusted enough to handle Baby.

The next day soon came and Sam decided to take a walk with Einstein to the dog park since Dean and Peggy headed to the shop early.

Meanwhile, as he passed the shop, he could see Dean stood in his gray t-shirt that was covered in grease stains from the oil whilst Peggy stood in her overalls and her hair pulled up into a messy bun. With the heat, Dean had pulled his own overalls to tie around his waist hence the stains on his t-shirt.

And when Bobby called Sam and Sam asked the old man about Dean and Peggy -

“Oh, yeah. I’ve seen them. God love that boy, but he’s an idiot.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam replied, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been here just over 24 hours and, Bobby, I have to tell you. I’ve never seen him like this before. He’s actually…happy. He slept all night. He was up just after me and Peggy.”

“You don’t have to tell me, boy. I was there when they met. Pair of lovesick teenagers if I ever saw em’.” Bobby explained. “But the idjit waited too long to make a move and now thinks he’s stuck in the friendzone.”

“Maybe he is.” Even as Sam said it, he didn’t believe it. “Maybe they are just friends.”

“Boy, have you ever seen Dean look at Jody that way? Or Donna, or Charlie? No.” Bobby pointed out. “That isn’t the look of friendship, Sam. That is the look of a man in love.”

Sam looked across the street and saw Dean looked at Peggy. God, Dean was so in love.

“You’re right, Bobby.”

“That boy’s too frightened of his own skin to do anything about it.” For as much as Dean was one of, if not the most feared hunter, he was terrified. He was terrified of something happening to him and leaving her alone or heartbroken, or worse, hating him for all eternity. And he was terrified that something would happen to her. He’d lost a lot of good people in his life, but Peggy? Well, she was the best. He couldn’t lose her or he might just lose himself, too.

Sam continued on his walk back from the park with Einstein and, eventually, around 8pm Dean and Peggy arrived back home.

Sam had called Dean and left him a couple of messages but, it was the note left on the kitchen counter which let him know where his baby brother was.

Dean listened to the voicemail Sam left.

“Everything okay?” Peggy asked.

Dean nodded. “Yeah…Sam’s gone on a date.”

“He has?”

Dean was a little shocked, but he was happy.

“Yeah. Eileen. She’s…a hunter we met a couple weeks back. She’s not too far from town and…he’s gone on a date.”

Peggy smiled. “Good for him. Oh, no. What’s that look?”

“I know he’s a grown man- we both know that.” Dean mentioned, mocking his brother’s height a little. “But…I don’t know.”

“It feels like he’s flown the nest?” Peggy smiled. “Don’t worry. When he comes back here with all his ‘first date’ questions, you can answer all of them in detail. Maybe even teach him about the birds and the bees-”

And the moment was gone. “Okay. Nope. Not doing that.”

Peggy gave a soft laugh. “Okay, go and get a shower because as much as I enjoy the smell of motor oil, I’d rather not smell it 24/7.”

Dean nodded. “Okay.”

When Dean finished in the bathroom - remembering to place his towel inside the washing basket outside the door - that was when he spotted them.

Photos.

Their frames lined the walls and they were all of her family. Her folks, cousins, school friends and…him.

Dean, carefully, picked it off the wall.

There were a few of both of them scattered across the walls in the home. But Dean could remember this one.

It was the first time they fixed a car together. Her mom or dad must have taken it since Bobby was asleep in the background with his cap over his face. He could see her smile - it still made his heart warm. But he could see his, also. God, he was so in love with her. Still was.

That was when he heard the soft humming of music from the attic.

Turning back, he switched the bathroom light out and headed up the stairs and found Peggy smiling softly at the record case in her hand.

Etta James.

She’d maybe played that album 30 times or more when they first met.

The song currently playing was Sunday Kind of Love. It was…her.

Peggy had to move the boxes from the bed to grab the record player from down the opposite side of the bed.

Peggy looked up when she sensed him, and smiled. “Oh, hey.”

“Hey,” Dean then remembered the photo in his hand. “I found this.”

Placing the record beside her on the trunk, she stood and walked over to Dean. She took the photo from his hands and examined it. She’d put the photo’s up so long ago, she almost forgot she actually had them.

Peggy smiled, as did Dean. “I remember this! This was the first car we worked on together.”

She went quiet for a few moments until- “God, I was so in love with you here.”

But then she realized what she had said and the fact that she had said it out loud. The smile from Dean’s face dropped when he realized, too. “What?”

Peggy panicked, but tried her best to remain calm. “Nothing. I - I don’t even know why I said that.”

She went to turn away and to pick the album cover up again. “Peg, what do you mean-”

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.” But Dean didn’t take her reply.

“You were in love with me?”

Crap.

“Dean, you don’t have to worry.” Peggy tried to tell him. “I was young. We both were.”

“Peg, just answer the question.”

“Dean-”

Dean stepped a little closer to her. “Did you love me?”

There was no getting out of this one.

“Maybe.” She first answered. “No. Yes. Dean, look, I was young and you were…you. You don’t have to-”

“Do you still?”

Now this question shocked her more than the last. Of course she did, but could she really tell him that? Tell him that for the past, almost 17 years of her life, she had loved him. That every now and then she’d date someone but it always ended because of many reasons, but the main was was that the guy wasn’t him? Because she knew, deep down, that her heart or at least some part of her would always belong to him. Always.

“Dean…I-” Peggy couldn’t find the words.

Dean found himself stepping forward a few more steps and slowly leaning down. “Dean-” He pulled back a little. “You don’t have to do this.”

But Dean only gave a silent answer by looking at her and leaning in slowly until eventually the breath he could feel on his lips wasn’t just his own. It was hers, too. He’d waited 17 years to do this - all because he’d been too scared, too chicken. Bobby was right. He is an Idjit.

The first kiss was soft. Barely there. Really, it couldn’t be considered a kiss. It was more of a breath.

But then his lips caught hers and as he truly kissed her, she kissed back. His hands cupped her cheeks and softly held her closer to him.

Peggy herself found his reaction a shock, but found her own an even bigger one. She was kissing him back. Slowly, her hands came up to his chest and the moment she felt him pulling away, her hands gripped at his shirt and pulled him closer.

Even though the first kiss didn’t really break fully, this was still their second kiss. And she could feel Dean’s smile in it, causing a small one of her own as she felt his hands go from her face to her back, holding her in a hug almost until finally his hands reached her legs and he lifted her up.

Her own hands were by his face, feeling his clean shaven skin beneath her palms.

This was the best kiss of their lives.

It only took a few steps, but Dean eventually reached the bed in the corner of the room and lay Peggy carefully onto her back, being careful not to break the kiss too much.

They’d both waited so long for this.

Maybe they should have told each other sooner.

“Peggy-” Dean managed to pull back for a moment but his own desire to keep on kissing took back over for a short second. “Peg- Peggy.”

“Dean, if you don’t-”

“I love you.”

Dean was never one for words, not really. He usually showed his love more than he said it. But with her it was different. He could talk. He could tell her how he felt and what he was thinking. He could tell her he loved her. He had to tell her.

“I know I don’t say it often, but I do. I was in love with you, too. In that photo. I have been since we were kids. Maybe that’s why it didn’t work out with other people? Maybe that’s why I don’t want anyone to stick. But you-”

“Dean,” Peggy interjected. “I love you too.”

Dean felt his own brain stall. He had an idea before he kissed her but hearing it? That was something different. It felt different.

“Are you-”

Peggy gave a light laugh that had been giving him butterflies in his stomach since the first day he heard her laugh. “Jackass? I just told you I love you, too. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

Dean smiled back. “Yes, ma’am.”

And he did as he was told.

Dean lowered himself back down and they began kissing all over again. If they were both dead now, this was their heaven. They didn’t need much else besides one another, and maybe a comfortable bed and a couple cars to fix when they weren’t too busy.

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deanstead · 2 years

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Mechanic Next Door

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Reader

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: After Dean meets Y/N on her first day in town, he can’t stop himself from paying attention and worrying about her.

Word Count: 1,220

Warnings: mentions of chronic pain

A/N: Here's a Dean AU as requested! I took way too long to write this, but I hope it's okay, just some cute fluff which was definitely therapeutic to write. Enjoy!

You took a breath as you pulled up at the side of the street. The logistics of moving alone were stressful, but putting that together with starting things up in a new town, among people you didn’t know added a whole new level of uncertainty to everything.

Especially in a town like this one, you thought, as you watched people greet each other along the street. You were going to stick out like a sore thumb in a small town like this one where everyone seemed to know everyone.

But you’d promised yourself a fresh start and when it came to moving on, there was nothing like moving to a new place. So you took a deep breath before you climbed out of your car, trying to ignore the gentle ache in your back and heading to the boot for your boxes.

You didn’t have a lot of things so you’d decided against paying exorbitant movers’ fees and opted to bring your stuff in your car. Except you’d forgotten that you’d had people to help you load things, but no one here to help you unload.

Just as you’d almost finished convinced yourself that you could do this, a voice reached you.

“Hey, need some help?”

You turned behind you, looking back into bright green eyes, tinged with what looked like cheeky playfulness and he even had a smile that made the corners of your lips tip up into a smile as well.

Normally, you’d politely decline but he seemed decent enough and truth be told the ache in your back told you that you’d only be able to carry half these boxes up by yourself today. So instead, you gave him a polite smile. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Sure, happy to help. I’m Dean, by the way. Dean Winchester.” He introduced himself, glancing behind him at a mechanic store just opposite your building. “That’s mine.”

You smiled. “I’m Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.”

Dean helped you with most of your stuff, helping you to finish what might have taken you at least two days to bring up by yourself. You usually took a while to warm up to people but Dean had a warmth that you couldn’t explain as he made small talk amongst the heavy lifting.

“Thanks for your help.” You said, as Dean brought up the last of your stuff to your door. You opened your mouth to say something more but let it fall closed again because you didn’t really know how to express exactly how thankful you were to a stranger you’d just met.

Dean seemed to get it though and he smiled. “Anytime.” He handed you a business card. “If you need anything.”

You smiled, glancing down at the card.

Dean looked a little embarassed when you looked up again. “My brother did these up for me.” He shrugged. “So thought I might as well give them out.”

You laughed. “Thanks, Dean. I owe you one.”

Dean nodded, “I better get back down.”

You smiled and nodded. You were about to close the door when Dean turned and you paused.

“Oh, and Y/N? Welcome to the neighborhood.”

You smiled and as you closed the door, you felt for the first time since you’d decided to move that this was a good idea.

Dean pulled himself out from under the car he’d been working on, his eyes flicking up to the building across the street. Truth be told, Dean had been looking out for you, hoping to run into you again but it was the third day since you’d moved in and, nothing.

He’d talked himself out of going to check on you the day before since he didn’t want to seem like he was stalking you, but now he was starting to get a little concerned. He was pretty sure he’d have seen you if you’d left your building.

“Guys, I’m going to be out for a while.” He called to his other mechanic, who nodded and flashed a thumbs up at him.

Dean had already knocked on your door when he started second guessing himself, especially when there didn’t seem to be any response.

“Don’t you dare knock again.” Dean growled in a low voice at himself, just as he heard the sound of shuffling feet and the door opened.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in on…” Dean’s voice trailed off as his eyes raked across your face that was white as a sheet. “You okay?”

You gave him a small smile and were just about to tell him you were fine as the burning pain hit your back again, this time traveling down your legs and you felt your knees buckle.

“Woah!” Dean reached forward instinctively, catching you around your waist.

You felt a wave of embarrassment which was dented by another wave of pain.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, at the same time that Dean did. He slipped his arm away from you the moment he felt you were steady on your feet but then glanced at you again.

“May I?” He asked, reaching only halfway out for your arm.

You smiled and nodded, stepping back to let him in. Dean guided you back towards your couch, heading for the kitchen to get you a glass of water like this wasn’t a stranger’s house.

“I’m fine, it’s chronic. I’ll be fine in a few days. This happens sometimes.”

Dean glanced up. “You didn’t… you overdid it that day, didn’t you?”

You didn’t answer him.

“You should have told me. I’d have made sure you didn’t touch any boxes.” Dean said quietly.

You looked up, a small smile playing on your lips. “What, you mean my own boxes that I decided to be a hero with?”

Dean let out a smile, before his eyes caught the card he’d given you that day still sitting on the table. “I gave you this for a reason. This here is my personal number." He tapped the part of the card that had his mobile number printed. "Call me if you need something, alright? Anything.”

That’s how it somehow began - Dean started dropping off food over the next few days. Sometimes he just left quietly, other times he’d knock to make sure everything was okay. Even after the pain dulled enough for you to function as you normally did, Dean would offer to carry your groceries up for you while you laughed and told him not to treat you like a child.

But it felt kind of good having someone looking in on you and trying to take care of you.

“Dean, I’m fine.” You said, although you kept the smile in your voice so he’d know you weren’t offended.

Dean smiled. “Okay enough for a coffee?”

You glanced up at him. “Dean Winchester, are you asking me out?”

Dean looked embarrassed, but it was the way he tried to hide it that had started growing on you. “I’ll even dress up, if you want.”

You grinned. “No need.” You paused as Dean tried to hide the disappointment on his face. “I’d love to have coffee with Dean. Just Dean. No dress up.”

Dean flicked up his eyes to meet you with the widest smile you’d seen on him thus far and you smiled back at him. Things were definitely looking up.

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No more liability (2)

Summary: You are burning too hot for any alpha to keep up with you.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of past rejection, fluff

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Part 2/3

<< Part 1

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“You should go home now, Dean,” you step back from the alpha. “I told you, I’m a little too much to any alpha. I don’t think you want me to become a liability to you too.”

It’s for the best to reject Dean right away. You felt comfortable enough to tell him about your day, or a bad date as you thought you’ll never meet him.

Now everything changed.

“Sweetheart,” Dean grins as you try to scare him off, “nothing, and no one will keep me from asking you out. I know all your dirty little secrets, and you know mine. I heard you cum while we were talking.”

“That was only this one time. Your voice was so deep and I just couldn’t stop myself,” you bite your lower lip as Dean closes the distance between the two of you. “You can’t whisper dirty things into the phone and expect me to not touch myself.”

“I wanted to be with you in that room so bad, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I imagined running my hands all over your body. My lips against your skin, and my cock inside of your cunt. I almost felt you wrapped around me.”

You whimper as he husks in your ear. “D-ean.”

“I know you would’ve wrapped your legs around me and ran your hands up and down my back while I fuck you,” he’s so close you can feel his breath on your neck. “You made the cutest noises, Y/N.”

“I,” you whisper. “I imagined it’s you fucking me, not my hand. I have missed being with someone else but my hand. The last time I called…you know…the liability guy. I thought he was different.”

“He was an asshole, sweetheart. You shouldn’t waste your time on guys like that sonofabitch. Take a chance on me,” he smirks as you simply stare up at him.

Dean is charming, and you like the way he carries himself. It’s just that all alphas before Dean let you down at one point. “I can’t.” You sniff. “I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“You don’t trust me with your heart yet,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple. “How about we go on one date, and you decide if you want to see me again.”

“What do you want to do?” you mumble.

“Whatever you want to do, Y/N. We can have dinner or go for a walk in the park. Just tell me where and when.”

Dean gives you soft smile. He waits for a heartbeat, and another. “Okay,” you breathe out. He’s the first alpha asking what you want and giving him a chance is the least you can do.

“Take your time. You’ve got my number. Give me a call whenever you are ready to go on a date with me. If not, I’ll be dreaming of you,” he kisses your temple again. Dean gently runs his hands up and down your arms to calm you. “I won’t pressure you into something you don’t want. We can stay strangers and you call me whenever you need me.”

You watch the alpha leave with a heavy heart. Dean seems to be a nice alpha. If only you could trust him.

It feels unreal as the man you would call your shelter leaves you at your atelier.

“I-hi,” you take a deep breath. “Hi, it’s me, Y/N. You said I shall call if I want to go on that date.”

Dean sits a little straighter as you nervously stammer his name. He softly speaks your name and closes his eyes to remember your face. “Hi, sweetheart. How have you been over the last weeks?”

“I had a lot of work to do. Sorry for calling so late. I didn’t want to turn you down. It’s just that I needed some time. I don’t want to fuck this up too,” you try to explain how you feel.

“I told you to take your time,” he quickly replies. “What do you want to do? I can come around and we can talk.”

“I’d like to invite you for dinner. Uh-you can say no, though. I’m not the best cook, but I make up with not-funny jokes and light conversation.”

He chuckles.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Since your last date, you feel insecure and self-conscious every time you are close to an alpha.

“Sounds like a good idea. Do you want me to bring wine?”

“I prefer beer.”

“A woman my taste,” he purrs into the phone. “What else can I bring? Pie? Do you like pie? We could have pie for dessert.”

“Dean, if you like pie, I can make a pie for dessert,” you laugh as he groans deeply into the phone. “You like pie, don’t you?”

“I love me some pie, sweetheart.”

He hums into the phone.

“Well then, I’ll make some pie for dessert, Dean.”

“When?”

“What?”

“You didn’t tell me when you want me to come over.”

“I was thinking of tomorrow evening, at eight,” you ask. “I want to buy some ingredients for dinner and the pie first. Is that okay with you?”

“I’ll be there at eight,” he says. “I can’t wait to see you again.”

You feel your heart flutter at his words. “I’ll be here, Dean.” Damn, that was the most stupid thing to say. “I mean, it’s great you have time.”

“Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“Relax. We are friends. You don’t have to make a fuss because of me. This is only a dinner with a friend,” he softly says. “I’m not like them.”

You end the call. “He’s not like them,” you repeat like a mantra. “He won’t hurt you.”

He’s there. Earlier than promised.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he purrs as you open the door. “Smells good.” His stomach rumbles and you chuckle as Dean hands you a bouquet of roses. Red ones. “I can almost taste the pie on my tongue. So sweet.”

He gives you a lopsided grin. “Sir, no dirty talk before we ate,” you point a finger at him.

He laughs. You relax.

“Oh Y/N,” Dean dips his head to look you up and down. “I could talk dirty all day and night when you are around.”

“Naughty and cocky,” you conclude. “I thought so. I heard it through the phone any time we talked.”

“Do you want me to be less cocky, or naughty?” he looks you deep in the eyes. “I’ll do anything to make you feel comfortable around me.”

His lips come closer and closer until you feel them against yours. You open your mouth and let Dean in. “Dean.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he softly kisses you again. “I won’t hurt you. You are my missing half, my true mate.”

“I’m scared of chasing you away. I don’t want to mess this up.”

It’s hard to admit that you are scared and vulnerable. You are usually self-confident, and strong. Some alphas would even call you cocky.

“I know, Y/N. I don’t want to mess this up either,” he cups your face and pecks your lips. “Let’s try to don’t mess this up together…”

>>Part 3

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