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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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