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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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We found each other: Epilogue

*Credit to jensenandtheboys*

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: Happy endings are supposed to be awesome, but was this really a happy ending?

Pairings: Dean W. x Fem!Reader, Sam, OFC(Athena)

Chapter Tags: Pregnancy, fluff, smut, angst, mood swings, marriage.

A/n- @firefly-graphics Thank you for your amazing dividers. Also, this is the last part in the We Found Each Other Series

Word Count: 4.5k

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After learning that Y/n was pregnant and we were going to be parents. I set out to work longer hours, waking up earlier in the morning working later in the night. Packing away as much money as I could before our sweet child would arrive.

The morning sickness was still bad waking Y/n up at the ass crack of dawn and forcing her already growing body to stress even more. “You feeling any better? Now that you’ve pretty much thrown up last night’s dinner in its entirety.” I said to her, as she brushed her teeth in the early morning.

“I wouldn’t be such a dick to the women makin’ your baby.” She sassed back, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was glowing, even under the fluorescent lights in the bathroom.

“Yeah, I should know better. I’ve got to get ready for work now baby, please be easy on yourself.” I said kissing her forehead and grabbing my jacket before leaving the house. The morning dew laid on the green lush yard, and hit my boots as I walked to my car.

Long days, and long nights. I hadn’t spent too much time with Y/n. The feeling of not being able to provide for her and our child stroke the wrong chord in my chest. The cherry on top was that we weren’t married. Not that it mattered to anyone else, but in my mind, It just felt wrong like we were doing life in the incorrect order.

When I got home that night, Y/n was half asleep on the couch. Her blue diners’ outfits still on. A bowl of chips and salsa with pickles sitting on the large coffee table in front of her. “Nasty concoction of food, but whatever,” I said under my breath, untying my laces, and throwing my jacket on a hook before walking over and gently moving the hair that had fallen in front of her face away.

She hummed, “De you’re home.” She said I smiled and looked at the clock that hung above the tv. “Just in time too baby,” I said watching as the arms in the clock moved still. ‘Thank the angels that tomorrow was Saturday.’ I thought to myself as I picked Y/n up, and like always she fit perfectly in my arms.

She hummed again, as we walked up the flight of stairs. Her arms swing around my neck and her nose nuzzling into my neck, as I felt her breath out a heavy sigh of almost relief. Kicking the bedroom open, I set Y/n down on her side. Going to work on her white tennis shoes, untying them, and throwing them into a soon-to-be-growing pile of dirty mess.

As I sat at the kitchen table the next morning looking over bills, and bank statements I realized just how much money in the past two months I had packed away. Stored for the baby, to make sure that they have a good life. A much better life than I ever had a chance at getting.

Not only was that money meant for the baby, but the idea of a wedding also popped into my head. With there not being many family members left behind for either of us I thought how simply a wedding could be for the two of us. I also thought just how much I’d enjoy it if Bobby, and maybe even Castiel could come a see us two get married.

Thought to go back and forth in my brain, much like a great game of ping pong. Always bouncing off the walls. Y/n came bounding down the stairs, hearing the sounds of creaks in the stairs alerting me to her glowing presence.

Covering my eyes with her hands, “Guess who?!” She whispered in my ear. Smiling, I thought for a moment, “I don’t know. Could it possibly be my splendid girlfriend?” I asked playing along with the ever-so-far-off game she was playing this morning.

“How’d you know.” She said sarcastically taking her hands away from my gaze, and taking a sip of my now-cold morning coffee. “Should you really be having coffee?” I asked. I had started reading a few baby books in my very little spare time.

My spare time was spent reading early in the mornings while I watched Y/n sleep blissfully. Her nightmares had stopped after learning that she a pregnant. An odd thing to happen, being told you’re pregnant and of all of a sudden your own body starts to protect itself from itself.

“Like I’ve already said I’ll do what I want when I want Winchester.” As she walked over to the fridge pulling out the contents of last night’s dinner. “You know my nausea is still rather bad. I wonder if it’s even worth it to eat if all I do is throw it back up.” She said making a rather understandable revelation.

“Well according to some of the baby books I’ve taken to. It’s rather very important for you to eat seeing as the baby takes the nutrients from not only you but the food your body receives.” I said I wished I had glasses at that moment. Because like an idiot I would have slide them up the bridge of my nose and looked rather studious I think.

She giggled, and closed the fridge door, coming over to sit in my open, and empty lap. “You know I was thinking.” She started I rolled my eyes, but she continued on. “We don’t have to get married like every other normal wedding. We don’t have a lot of people to come anyways. I know you’d like for your brother to... And you know there really isn’t anyone from my family.” She stated.

Her eyes slightly shining as the waterworks began. “Dear, why don’t we talk about it another time yeah?” I said bringing my hand up to her cheeks smooth my thumb over her soft and supple skin.

“Why don’t we go for a drive? We can get some morning bagels?” I said smiling as I tried to ease her ever-running mind. She hummed “Yeah bagels sound good.” She slipped from grasp skipping up the stairs. “I just have to change.” She yelled from the top of the stairs. I learned to not fight with her when it came to her getting ready for anything.

The drive was quiet, as I hummed and tapped my fingers to the quiet music playing in the background. I let my thoughts take over. Thinking about having a small child in the back seat, and them ruining the back seat, but their cute smile and huge eyes distracting me from the clear mess in the backseat.

After ordering bagels which I mind you fifteen isn’t the normal amount two people get. But according to Y/n our little one was already craving things and right now it was bagels. Y/n reached into the brown paper bag, pulling herself out a bagel, and a bagel for me.

We ate as I drove back home. Y/n finishing up her first bagel decided that she wanted the music on, but the song that was playing was a rather sad song. One minute Y/n was singing along to the lyrics, and the next she was balling her eyes out due to the lyrics. “That’s a really sad. So.. song.” She said hiccuping. “Oh baby, Let’s just turn the radio off then.” I cooed, but she swatted my hand away from my radio. “No, I’m listening to the song De.” She angrily said pouting in the passenger seat.

Four months into Y/n pregnancy, I could start to see her ever-growing belly. Her blue and white diners outfit still fits, but only barely. Even though I insist that Y/n doesn’t work, that I’ve got us financially. She doesn’t, she says it helps with the pain in her feet, and lower back to keep moving all day. “Dean I just wouldn’t know what to do at home all day,” Y/n said as she tied her white sneakers getting ready for the morning shift.

Another Friday passes, and Y/n forces me to take a daily picture of her. Her belly according to the picture as grown immensely. Round, but small is all I get from the picture, and as much as she forces me to do it. It’s become a part of our routine.

By now Y/n’s morning sickness had almost ceased, no more five in the morning wake-up calls, and the immediate sounds of /n hurling her food away. I drive out first, and I see Y/n back-up light shine in the dark setting of the early morning.

Today’s garage work isn’t bad. We’ve got a car that needs an oil change, one that has a horrible ticking noise that I’ve spent that past week trying to figure out, and of course, the owner’s wife’s car is in. Just a routine check-up on that one.

Speaking of check-ups Y/n’s fourth check-up of her pregnancy went pretty well at the start of the week. The doctor had told us that we could know the gender of our baby in the next few weeks if we wanted.

“Do you want to know that baby’s sex?” The doc asked as she did a rather thorough check-up on Y/n. Y/n was the first to speak, “No I’d like to wait. Have it be a surprise!” She said as the doc continued to touch Y/n bare belly. Then the doc looked up, looked me in my eyes. A raise in her brows “And you?” She asked. Thinking about knowing the gender of the baby was good and all, but again I wasn’t the one holding them, or even making them that all was Y/n.

“Whatever Y/n wants,” I said kissing her forehead. A blush fell over Y/n cheeks, and when I looked out of the corner of my eye the doc was smiling. As much as I loved to say that Y/n mood swings are any better they really aren’t. She cries during every movie we watch regardless of whether or not it’s a comedy or a romantic movie. She cries hard when I make dinner, “Ba.. baby you didn’t have to.” She cooed as I set a full plate of food down in front of her. I roll my eyes sitting down next to her, taking her hand in mine.

“Yes, I did sweetheart. You need food, and well I’m the best damn cook in this here town.” I said throwing a ridiculous southern voice on it. She laughs, and her face glows once again. Her tears dry on her cheeks and her big heart shines through just like always.

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” I ask on one knee. We are out for a normal dinner. At the diner, Y/n works at. She staring at the ring in the box. A three-stoned ring that has a gold band. “Yes!” Y/n sassed the crowd that had surrounded us was cheering. A huge slice of apple pie was placed in front of us. “It’s on us, dear.” The older waitress said pointing to the manager standing at the cashier station. She waved and Y/n waved back. I noticed as the ring shined under the diner’s lights.

“I probably should have proposed at the coffee shop,” I said laughing. Y/n looked down at her hand noticing the same glimmer of her ring. “Don’ get too nostalgic on me now.” She sassed. Picking up her fork and taking a huge bite from the pie. “This kid is definitely yours the urge to eat the pie has been huge since we walked in here,” Y/n said.

I smiled. But something stops the thoughts of happiness quickly, and as quickly as I’ve been taken over by the odd feeling at the pit of my stomach, it’s gone. Like a leaf in the wind during fall. That odd feeling, I felt like someone was watching me. Watching me from behind the lamp post.

“So I was thinking we could just go down to the courthouse, get married there,” Y/n said after shoving another spoon full of pie into her mouth. I laughed questioning her thought, “Are you sure, don’t you want a wedding that’s wild, and bold?” I asked. She turned her head slightly at my question.

“Any day with you regardless of where we are together. Dean that’s all I really need. No huge wedding, just a few special words something like ‘I do’.” Y/n said smiling at me. The same damn smile that I have fallen in love with so many years ago. The same smile that tortured me for those days I was gone, the same damn smile that had me climbing into my car, and drive beg at her door forgiveness.

“Why don’t we go right now!.” Y/n said already pulling out a few bills, and throwing them onto the table, before sliding out of the booth. I know better now than to argue with her, especially now that she’s growing a baby. So I nod in agreement, sliding from the booth and to my feet.

We stand in front of a justice of the peace in the court of law. Of course, if we were to ever say re-do our vows I’d love for them to be done in front of friends and family. But I digress. Our witness stands off the side, the owner of the garage which was very nice of him along with his wife. He came over to me before the justice of peace walked out “Son, you two are the most lovely couple. I’ve been tellin’ my wife all about you too.’ His wife waves from the distance, and he continues. “She says that you two remind her of us when we were much younger.” He said before patting my back and leaving.

Y/n giggles as I turn. Her jeans and sweater contrast nicely with her skin tone. Wearing normal clothes while getting married. Never in my life before her did I think I’d get married have a daughter or a son, or even get a chance at a normal life. There is something that Y/n will never understand. Just how much hope and love she really has brought into my life.

Within minutes our court wedding is over. My boss had signed on as our witness, and we walk out holding hands. A precious moment lay at our feet as we walk out of the courthouse and into the fall-like day.

Month 6 was good, time had passed leaving me with very few shirts left as Y/n decided all of them were hers for the keeping. Y/n’s belly had made it rather difficult to fit in her clothes, which caused a few fits, and stray tears to fall down her cheeks. “Baby, can you just let me borrow your clothes for a while?” She stressed as she combed her finger through her thick and wild untamed hair.

I shook my head and went to look for more comfortable clothes. “Can you please take off of work now?” I asked digging in through my draw. Finding a pair of old sweats and then going to search through my side of the closet. “I’m fine Dean, I just need. GOD,’ She yelled I turned around quickly searching her face for pain, or panic. Nothing. “I’m so fucking hot, what do you have in this house. HELL?” She yelled at me. I just stared and stayed quiet for a moment.

Just as quickly as the anger had passed the tears had rolled down her face. Hiccuping and apologizing profusely. “De... De I’m sorry. I didn’t mean.” I’m quick to cut her off in her fit of tears racing over to wipe away any stray tears. “Baby It’s okay I understand. Why don’t you put my old sweats on, and my shirt that you love so much yeah?” I said handing her the soft cotton material.

She snuffles and pulls the too-tight shirt over her breasts that have gotten bigger, and much sexier over her head and throwing it into the overbearing chair filled with clothes. “Here babe let me help,” I said brushing my calloused hands over her smooth and soft skin. I hear the long release of a sigh, Y/n has seemed to calm down.

I help her into the shirt and sweats before kissing her. “Do you have to leave? Right now?” Y/n says her hands resting on my chest. She’s giving me that look. That cat and mouse game with only her eyes. “Why do you ask sweetheart?” I ask, I know this game. This is the game that has us standing here right now.

“What else have you read in those baby books of your Mister?” She asks her fingers raising on my chest right to the top of my shirt. “I’ve read a few things. What do you wanna know baby doll?” I ask, my hands resting on her hips, pulling her close. But her bump forcing us to stay apart. “I want to know.” She said winking at me “I wanna know if you still can make me see stars?”

A sass lingers in the air. I take my time kissing her lips hard. Teeth hitting each other, moans bursting through each other’s mouths. Her hands grasping for my flesh under her nails, and hands stay firm on her hips, we barely make it to the bed. I push Y/n gently onto the bed letting the back of her knees hit the bed, and it lets her fall softly.

We stay like this for a few moments, just gazing into each other eyes. I’m hovering over her body, her belly is the most obvious thing. “Take me De.” Y/n breathes out. I slip my hands into my shirt pulling mine off and throwing it onto the floor. I do the same with Y/n’s shirt letting it hit the floor.

“So... Much for the shirt being clean,” I mutter as I kiss a line from her jaw to her breasts. She arches her back leaning her body closer into my lips. Gasping for that sweet release, to chase the thrill. “Do you want me to take these off?” I ask, I’m acting cocky because I know that I have ultimate control over this whole thing.

She begs me, I slip my hands into the waistband of the sweats. I slip them down her wide hips, and down her smooth legs. Before they pool and she kicks to get them off of her body. “Look at you,” I say grazing my hand over her belly bump, and up to gently squeeze her breast. She moans cursing my name.

“I haven’t even touched you.” It’s a bold statement, but she’s already trembling and I’ve barely made contact with that supple skin between her warm thighs. Her black bra matches her panties. “Goerguoes you know baby,” I say pointing out the lace fringe on the ends of both pieces. Unclipping her bra I let her breasts go free, she moans as I lick one nipple before giving the other breast the same treatment.

Another arch of her back, and she’s trying to get more of my touch. I let my hands slide down her sides, rubbing gentle circles into her bump, passing her heat, and letting my hands graze down her legs.

I pushed my two hands between her knees, pushing her legs open. I take a glance at the bedside clock. It’s blinking four red digits.

‘8:35’

“Please, De.” She whined. I take a deep breath. Letting Y/n’s whine seep into my brain. “Let me just.” I hesitate. Falling to my knees, blowing a slow puff of air between her soft thighs. She shivers goosebumps flood onto her skin.

“Jeez, De,” Y/n says, huffing as she pulls the cover over her sweaty body. Pulling my side of the sheets over my body we sat in silence with Y/n’s head resting on my chest. I pull her closer and take a quick look at the clock. Reads ‘10:00’. “We make good time,” I said petting her matted hair.

“What do you mean?” She asks her voice sounds sleepy. “I’m just sayin’ the last time I looked at the clock it’s was early morning.” Y/n swatted my chest. A laugh emitting from my chest and causing Y/n to fall into a laughing fit.

Month 8 of pregnancy was strong, and the most definitely difficult for Y/n. For Y/n she had been going through the last stages of pregnancy. Our sweet baby had officially shifted. Causing Y/n’s hips, and feet to swell as she figured she’d probably be better if she stayed in bed.

“Will you please take FMLA?” I pleaded. Y/n looked like she was going to pop. Looked like she had swallowed a whole watermelon. “Dean can you stop asking me that!” Y/n said frustrated with my constant nagging of her safety.

A pregnant pause, before I say anything. “Y/n sweetheart,” I say walking towards her on the couch. Her feet were propped up by way too many pillows. “Y/n, I’m not meaning to be so annoying. I just worry for you, and the baby’s safety is all.” I say as I crouch and rest my hand on her bump.

I was trying to be supportive of her. Of my wife I can say that now I forget it sometimes. “I know, I’m just tired all the time. I want this to be over, but at the same, I don’t wanna lose this feeling.” Heer hands resting over my much bigger ones. I smile, but the frown on Y/ns face is hard to take away.

“Look baby I know that you’ll miss this, but remember. In just a few weeks you’ll have our kiddo in your arms” I said in a supportive tone. She nods her head, tears brimming wanting to escape her eyes. She gives off a shaky breath, before finally smiling down at me.

By the end of month 8, we’d been to the hospital at least four times. According to Y/n’s doctor, the Braxton hicks contraction was only to get worse without the last month of her pregnancy. “They will get worse, but that’s since your child has already begun to shift, and is more than ready to meet her two loving parents.” The doctor said. Our cue that the appointment is over as the doctor gets up to leave.

Two days later there’s a knock at the front door. Nobody is known to come this far out of town, and nobody really needs us for anything. I’m in the kitchen, Y/n yells “I’ll get it De!” I see her struggle to get off the side of the couch and stand to her feet.

Her bump makes seeing her feet a rather difficult challenge every day. Y/n starts to waddle to the front door, I have a bad inkling and I go for a secret stash of weapons. My gun is and has been taped to the under of the kitchen table since I moved in the second time. When Y/n and I got married I figured that I’d have a few people lookin’ to cut my new family apart now.

Another knock, “Impatient damn people “ I hear Y/n huff, before hearing the click of the lock. A silence rings through the house. A voice, so familiar says something, but I don’t catch it. Another bit of silence. “Hey, Y/n.” It’s clear, strong and so fucking familiar.

A shriek and I’m rushing from the kitchen apron and all. “De.. calm down take a breath.” Y/n tries to reason with me. “Hey, Dean.” My mouth is left gaping, as I reach for my gun behind my back that was stuffed in the waist of my jeans.

“I’m me I promise. Here look!” He pleads with me, pulling out his switchblade knife. I tug Y/n by the arm and pull her behind me. “Listen to me whatever you are it isn’t my brother,” I yell. My gun stopping at his head. The bleed surfaces to the top of his cut, and he pulls out a bottle of holy water. Taking a long swig. Nothing was happening.

“Sammy?” I asked keeping my gun at the same level. “Dean? Do you mind lowering the gun?” He asked pointing at the barrel. I stumble, locking the gun, and throwing it onto the side table. I feel Y/n hand on my shoulder gripping a little too tight for comfort.

“Y/n sweetheart, you okay?” I ask. She hums and smiles. I turn my attention to my younger brother. All those days, weeks, and months. “I really did think you were dead,” I said hugging my brother for the first time since what seemed like years ago.

“I thought you made a deal,” Sam said patting my shoulder. “Y/n are you?” He asks, I can feel Y/n’s smile. “Yes, we are, due any day now.” She got out. Sometimes like magic things happen. I feel the grip of Y/n’s hand on my bicep.

I leave my embrace with Sam. I turn a look of concern tracing my features. “I think.. De, I think my water just broke.” It sends me into a panic, I rush to turn off the stove, grabbing bags. And when I’ve made it back the front door. Sam and Y/n are gone.

I rush outside Sam has her in his arms, carrying her and waiting for me. “Damn I missed havin’ you around,” I said locking the doors, and throwing him the keys. Too many coffees later, and a slue of curses thrown at me. Y/n has given birth to our beautiful daughter. Y/n had let Sammy stay in the room his hands grasped around her opposite hand.

“Birth names I don’t remember any of them,” Y/n said, looking at our daughter wrapped in a pink blanket in her arms. “Damn it... Dang, it. I don’t have anything.” Sam raises his hand like a student in a lecture class. I nod my head, Y/n looks over at him

“What about Athena?” He suggests. A curl in my brow, as I try to catch the drift. I can see the smile on Y/n’s face though. “You mean like Athena god of war and a protector?” Sam hums and smiles.

“Whatever you want honey,” I say kissing my wife’s head and kissing our newborn’s head. “Well, Athena it is then. Thank you, Uncle Sammy.” y/n says looking back down at her. Bright eyes stare at each other, and my world is complete. My brother is back healthy at least for now, my wife is safe and sound given birth to our wonderful child, and not to forget my beautiful daughter Athen is finally with us.

I love them all more than I can wrap my tiny brain around.

Completed on: 08/10/2021

Posted on: 08/16/2021

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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We found each other- Part 9: Can this even work?

*Credit to bluefirecas*

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: Dean is having a hard now, he thought everything was okay, but it's not. He's spiraling, and the worst is he's hurting the only person he's got left.

Pairings: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Tags: Inner thoughts, angst, fighting, pulling away, swearing, feeling insecure, running thoughts, on a verge of a breakup, a little fluff, ignoring each other, tension.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for Dividers

Word Count: 3.1k

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Everything was fine. It was great, so why now do I feel like this. Feeling like this isn't going to work, pulling away from her. She got to notice it, she's got to notice my withdrawal from her.

Fuck man, I'm a stupid person thinking that this would work. I've got nothing to blame, nobody. Not the idea of hunting, or a guy that keeps hitting on her. Because the problem isn't her, or someone else, or even something else.

It's me, I can't believe that it even lasted this long.

I’m the problem here, the reason that I’m falling back. She’s perfect, god I wonder if she thinks she isn’t good enough. I’m just as bad as any other guy, give her this false hope. And when I’m too scared to be a real man, I pull it from under her feet.

Does it make me a bad person if I keep Y/n away from the pain of my shitty relationship skills? Weeks turn into months of thinking like this. Am I leading her on? I love her, but there’s more at stake than just love and some fallen tears.

I’m a mess, and it may not be understood that way, but truly I’m a mess. I guess though, that I’m still learning to love, learning to love her, to be okay that someone is also loving me in return.

Growing up was hard, and I’m not blaming my weird action on that, but what I am saying is that will always have an effect on everything I do. Some of the people I let into my life, to the ones that I love with all my heart.

Am I just being an idiot? Because to be honest it’s definitely possible that I’m just being stupid and not truly thinking about anything other than my foulness. What about Y/n, what happens if I break her heart? Will, she even let me back in? I’ve already done it once, I don’t plan on doing it a second or even third time.

In this situation, there are no “Third times a charm”. I drive home from the garage, it’s starting to get colder outside, but I roll down Baby’s windows regardless. Y/n has worked at the diner for the past months, and she loves it, the tips are great according to her, and the stories are great.

I speed down the long stretch of road, but I think about her. How she walks in through the door, at night. Her purse slung around the shoulder, and her shoulder slouching forward, hair up in a ponytail to keep the stray aways out of her face, dark circles under her stunning eyes.

She looks as if she got kicked by a horse every day, but the moment she slips her shoes off and catches my gaze. Her soulless expression falls, and out comes the warm bright smiles. The contagious one. “Honey, I’m home!” She screams at the front door, I watch her, the sad expression still there, I hum. She doesn’t hear me, so she repeats herself.

“I’m home, Dean.” It’s a stronger, more urgent uproar of her voice. “I know Y/n I can hear you, from the kitchen.” I hear her put her purse down on the floor, and then the pitter-patter of her feet against the hardwood floors. She beams when she sees me. An apron wrapped around my waist too High-pitchedShe stared, ep food reminiscent of my oiled jeans. I make dinner every other night, and she does the other days. Tonight was my night.

“Dean, Are you wearing my apron?” She poking making fun of my current outfit, “Yes in fact I am. I am trying to make dinner.” I say before giving her a chaste kiss. I feel wrong, I feel like I’m playing barbies, the perfect doll. Ken and Barbie.

I hate this feeling. How do I make it go away? Can I? Or is it just the Winchester way?

This feels like Cassie all over again. I feel like I’m in the way of her success, it’s different though in some ways. Y/n was a hunter she gets the world we truly live in, but still. It’s like she was so quick to move on, become normal, get a job, work 9 to 5 every day for five days.

It’s burning me up inside, the urge to go look in the news. The urge to get clean my guns, and knives just to gut a monster sounds like a good therapy session. By the time dinner was done, and we were cozy in bed together, Y/n arm wrapped around my waist.

She’s warm around me, but I feel like an outsider even next to her. She snuggles into me, draping a leg over mine. She smells sweet, like honey, and a good glass of wine. Like a summer’s night, and it’s fucking with my head.

I wake up early the next morning, it’s the weekend. The morning sun shines through the window, it lays perfectly over Y/n’s body. I feel bad for giving her false hope. It isn’t false hope though at least for her, maybe just me.

I rise from bed, pulling my limp arms from around her frame. I’m quick to get my day clothes on and get down to the kitchen. Starting the coffee pot I danced around the kitchen grabbing a few things from the fridge, and the higher cabinets.

Cooking in the morning, when the house was quick. It lets me forget the world I lived in, even if it was just for a moment. The smell of breakfast food must have awakened Y/n, as I heard the small pitter-patter of her feet down the stairs.

Setting a cup of coffee for her, and plating her food. She emerged from behind the doorway, a shirt of mine on. Stopping mid-thigh, “Good morning love.” She yelped as her coffee cup burned her hand.

Her morning voice is evident, and her hair is a mess now. After a deep sleep, it always did that, but regardless she was beautiful. Stammering to tell me her recent dream, she shovels eggs, and bacon into her mouth.

Her rose-colored cheeks and bright eyes, everything about Y/n drags me in closer to her. I watch her from afar, leaning up against the sink. I agree, and hum in response to her recollection.

Today I want to spend being at peace. For not thinking about the pit at the bottom of my stomach, the dread that follows me. “It’s Saturday, maybe we could go out of town. I know of a lake not far.” Y/n suggested braiding her finger through her hair.

“I’m sure we can do that love.” It’s fake, but true to an extent, it feels fake when the words leave my mouth. God, I hate the feelings and emotions. They cloud your judgment, make you fear the relational. And all because of what?

Y/n insisted that we take my car, and let the wind she said ‘blow past our hair’. Her red summer dress held tight between her thighs as the wind blew past her from the open windows.

I was quiet, the music wasn’t blaring. “You okay sweetie?” It should be an easy question, with an easy answer. “Yep.” Quick response should be good enough, at least it’s good enough for me.

She gave me a look like she didn’t believe me. But dropped it regardless. By the time we got to the lake, the sun was high now in the sky. A hot day felt nice on my skin. “So I was thinking that we could go for a swim, eat some lunch afterward.” She dug into her bag and pulled packed sandwiches away.

“Oh, you packed food.” She smiled and chucked one at me, “Just a simple PB and J.” She said before taking the sandwich from my hand. Stuffing it back into her bag, and opening her door, she slid from the bench seat, and onto the pavement, before throwing her top off, and threw it at me.

“Y/n, you can’t just strip.” I tried, but she interrupted me, “I can do whatever I want, and anyways mister I’ve got a bikini top.” She was full of sass today, which was probably and most likely from the simple fact that Y/n had been working so hard at work for the past few months now.

“So you wanna skinny dip, is what you’re saying?” I asked, sliding from behind the wheel. My boots hitting the pavement hard, and my question still demanding an answer. “I never said I wanted to go skinny dipping. I just wanna have fun, Dean. Do you remember that?” She demanded.

Slamming the top of Baby’s hood, she jumped and looked around before eyeing me, and grabbing her bag. Stomping off to the lake’s side. I stood at the car’s side and looked out onto the endless water.

“Fucking damn it,” I yelled and screaming, nobody was looking, but damn it that moment I wished I had a bat. Anything, something to let this festering rage out. Chucking my worn flannel into the back seat of Baby. I made my way down to the lakeside. “Don’t even think about getting any closer.” She was spitting venom.

“Look, I know that you are pissed.” My voice was stern but soft enough that I hoped she understood. “Pissed doesn’t even break the ice, Dean!” A high-pitched yelp was all I could hear coming from Y/n. “You just don’t understand do you?” She stared at me, flustered cheeks, and arms waving around the air. As she demonstrated just how pissed she was at me.

I shrugged my shoulders, shaking my head in defeat. “I don’t understand what?”” A simple question, and knowing Y/n it most definitely did not have a simple answer. She rolled her eyes and brought her hands through her hair, a sigh of frustration leaving her perfect lips.

“That Dean you push every good god damn thing away from you.” Tension hung in the balance between us on the grassy almost sandy area in front of the lake. “You get so close, the god within arms reach, and you pull away, you pull away at the last minute.” Another sigh leaves her lungs, as she runs her slender, long fingers over her cheekbones, and down her jawline.

“Dean you make it seem like you want this, but at the very last second. You, Dean, you're the one that pulls out. It’s like you give up, and just stop fighting.” I’m spent, she’s pulled and tugged at everything that I already knew that I was. I know I run, I ran faster than a bat outta hell when it first clicked in my head that I loved her.

But right now, I’m just falling and it’s not in love, I’m just free-floating. Into this dark, unknown territory of a world. All around me is darkness, and I can seem to see a way out.

“See you’re doing it now. You get quiet, and then all of a sudden like magic you're gone. Slipping away in the middle of the night, running the only good in your life.” She’s turned to look at me, her doe-like eyes looking down at my heart and soul.

“You won’t push me away. You’ve got to stop running away, stop letting the world get the best of you.” She is soft with her words now, something in her thoughts has changed. I’m trying to speak, but I must look ridiculous like a fish gasping for breath. “Come on fish boy, let’s go back home.” Tugging at my open hand.

The drive back to her home is quiet, we don’t touch during the entire drive back. The windows are back up, and the radio is silent. Even now there’s still a sense of this odd tension wrapped around us.

God, I wish that I could message, or call Sam. It would be great to hear his voice, but I could definitely use the good ol’ brotherly love technique to tell me that I’m being an idiot and that I should leave. I shouldn’t lose her, because she’s just as stupid as I am if she lets me come back a third time.

I need that brotherly support and love. I didn’t realize until I was driving and turned to look over at Y/n, and saw Sam just for a split second. I miss him. Maybe that’s why I’m such a fucking mess.

It’s dinner time by the time that we had made it back to Y/n’s home. The porch light staying on, and I felt like I was watching a movie play on before me. Y/n slamming Baby’s door, and walking away from the car, not a look back at me.

She’s mad at me which is totally understandable. No reason I wouldn’t be upset at someone like me for treating her like she’s disposable. Like I just throw her away with the rest of the recycling.

I watch as the love of my life, the person that I’d do anything for. Walk away and don’t look back. I’ve done that though it’s almost as if I deserve her back, and not her gorgeous face.

The quiet is unbearable. It’s okay for a while, and then I say something and Y/n fights me on it. She is still sweet as pie, but I think I’ve made her believe that I’m just going to up and leave at one point.

I may not know what she thinks, but I do know that I’ve either gotta grow a pair of balls. Live my life with her say what I’m feeling, or I won’t be the one making the choice to leave. Y/n will be pushing me out that front door faster than she can say ‘Leave’.

I’ve put her in a citation where she doesn’t know what to do. She’s just as clouded as I am. I love her, but I saw what love did to my father. It made him obsessive, anger, a drunk at some times. What happens to me, if I lose Y/n? I’m bound to become just like him, what happens if we have kids, hell I’ll do the same things my dad did. Drag his two boys into a world that they nothing about, and grow them up to soldiers.

I won’t be like him, I won’t let my life turn into shambles all because of my history. I’ve got to be willing to put the work in and make the effort. I need Y/n to know that she’s worth it to me. A promise is what I’m making to her. A promise that I’ll never leave, I’ll never back down from a tough spot, and most of all I’ll never stop trying to be with her regardless of what happens around us.

In a way, it’s us against the entire world.

“Y/n?” I yell as I walk into the house. The light in the kitchen is on, and the stiars light is on. “Y/n I want to talk.” I make my way to the kitchen. Y/n is washing the morning dishes and hand drying them.

I walk over to her, her shoulder tense as she hears my boots against the hardwood floors. “I just want to help you.” Grabbing a dry towel I start to help her. “What is it that you want to talk about.” She is cold, and distant in her words. “I want to explain myself.” She scuffs but lets me continue.

“Alrighty, I think I have a bit to explain. So let me start from the beginning right.” I pause, maybe she doesn’t want to know. Maybe I’ve pushed her far enough now she doesn’t even care, but I don’t know that for sure so continue.

“Look I know that I hurt you months ago and that we really haven’t had the time to talk about it. I know that leaving you here by yourself, and then magically appearing was horrible. I guess I just thought I’d ruin your life if I stayed. In the end, I had only hurt you more.” The water stopped, and she turned to look at me. Tears teetering at the bottom of her lash line. Her cheeks were a rose-like color from holding her tears back.

I set down the now moist towel and the cup that was in my hand. “Listen to me. Look at me Y/n. I know I hurt you, and I know that you may be thinking that I don’t care for you for even want to be around you, but I do. I promise you I do.”

I grabbed her hand, wrapping my two much bigger ones around it. Her hands are still hot from the water. “ I think I lost track of what was important. What was right there in front of me. Something I could touch, claim as my own. You, Y/n you’re that person. I’m sorry that I’m so stupid. I’m sorry that I haven’t told you, but I love you.”

I didn’t realize I was crying until Y/n’s hands touched my cheeks. Her soft thumb brushing a stray tear away. “You know if you weren’t so dumb, I may have just slapped you instead. Now I get what you’re saying Dean I do really, but you can’t keep pulling away. You do this when you finally get comfortable. Stop pushing me away, Dean. I’m here for you.” She pulled me in, kissing my lips. It was a gentle kiss. A reminder that just as stupid as I may be, she loves me for that.

“You may be stupid Dean, but I love you. I think I love you more than I’m willing to say I do.” Y/n said pulling away from the kiss. “We can be like this all of the time, but you just have to talk to me you know Dean. Don’t leave me out of the loop, because you’re thinking is telling you to. I love you Dean Winchester, and I know that you love me.”

Strong word ‘Love’ is. It can mean many things, but to her, and to me. Love is what we have right now. The love that is sitting between the two of us. The love that made me come back. The same love that makes me put my whole heart into her.

“I may be stupid Y/n, but just so you know I’m you’re stupid.” Kissing her forehead, I hug her tightly, I forget sometimes that I’m not living my life for my father, or for Sammy, but I’m living it for me.

This is all I’ll ever need, and I didn’t realize it until right now.

We Found Each Other Part 10

Completed on: 07/31/2021

Posted on: 08/01/2021

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We found each other- Part 8: The New Normal

*Credit to deanjackles*

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: Finally out of his deep depression, Dean has a local job at the mechanics, while Y/n has a new job at the local diner. Something about being normal is making Dean feel rather very happy

Pairings: Dean W. x Fem!Reader

Chapter Tags: Inner Thoughts, kissing, making out, fluff (lots of it), contentment, happiness, working a normal job, Implied-smut.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Word Count: 2.7k

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Falling into a normal cycle with Y/n, was weird at first. The way that we both moved around the kitchen, not bumping into each other. Rather we moved in sync with each other, once in a blue moon as we move around the kitchen I'll bump her with her hip.

She smiles and winks at me. She sways to the music that plays in the living room. She is beautiful in every moment that I spend with her, but right now she's a beam like a sun. She radiating this perfect aura around her.

We'd fallen I'd say.

Fall hard we did. That call that Y/n had gotten weeks ago, turned out to be a job at the local diner. Something good was coming out of this. "When is your first day? At the diner, I mean?" I ask her, we're sitting on the front porch.

The night's air is cool. "The manager, actually the owner said that my first day would be sometime this upcoming week," Y/n said. It's weird to think but I hadn't heard much from either Bobby or Castiel.

But I ignored the odd missing feeling.

"That's a good sweetheart," I said looking out to the short grass. "You know we really haven't talked much about them since you came back to me." Y/n said leaning in closer to me, "Hmm, you're warm Dean." She said leaning her head on my shoulder.

"I'm always warm baby, I know though, I just can't believe that he 's still gone," I said kissing her forehead. Sometimes being with Y/n didn't mean that we needed to talk to each other our company was enough for each other. The warmth of us together was worth the trials and tribulations I had been through.

She's worth the sun and earth to me.

"I know Dean, but I'm talking about Bobby and Castiel. I know that you've got to miss them just a little bit." Her concern laced her soft words.

"Well Bobby, he's umm. He's okay I bet. And Castiel he's an angel he doesn't need humans worrying about him." I said rather quickly still the subject of them is rough to conquer. Something that hopefully leaves more the more the time I spend with Y/n.

"Honey, please talk to me, let me know what's going on in that odd and quirky mind of yours." Her voice was soft, softer than before. "I'll let you know when I'm thinking of anything other than you baby." I teased.

It was odd, to be living such a normal life. Where Y/n went to work, I stayed at home doing the most I could for her. I finished the obvious things around the house.

Parked baby in her detached garage, deciding to cover her with a sheet. If I'm letting go of that horrible hunting life, then Baby needs to take a rest. "Why are you covering her up Dean?" Y/n asked as she walked into the small garage, giving me a small heart attack. "First off, You scared me. Second off, I don't need her anymore. She's a piece of.. of." "Of Sammy? Dean." Y/n said sort of finishing my sentence for me. "Yeah of him, but my life in the hunting business it's over... I guess. I honestly don't know." I stuttered as I spoke.

It barely ever happened, but something about Y/n staring at me with such content made me I don't know nervous, made me feel the need to be perfect. Nothing more and nothing less was expected, but perfect.

When I say perfect I don't mean fragile glass American doll type perfect, I just mean that Y/n had a way of making me feel as though I was already okay in my own skin. Like my choices were mine, and mine alone.

My choice was to stay with her after Sammy died. My choice to try and the keyword is "try" to have a normal life, work a normal job. "Dean, maybe to get into the "normal" you keep talking about we should find you a job around town?" Y/n suggested. Her perfume wafting into the small garage.

I hummed, throwing the sheet over Baby, and walking out Y/n hand interlocked with mine. By the time we'd made it into the house, Y/n had suggested more than a few jobs. "Remember Y/n I'm only a high grad." My knowledge not extending as far as Sam had.

I wonder if I had only paid more attention to schooling, and less to hunting if would have been as half as smart as Sammy was. But regardless of what happened in the past I know that Y/n is right I do need to get a job, something to settle me into the normal life.

"What else can you think of Dean?" Y/n asked as she wrote down the suggested jobs on a white slip of paper. "What about something to do with cars? Bobby taught me everything I know what it comes to cars." I suggested, Y/n eyes beamed and she shooke her head writing down.

"Mechanic" Her words looked beautiful on paper the smooth lines between the letters. How when she writes she seemed so content, almost happy she was writing.

"We'll see if we can get you a job, so instead of being cupped up in here. You can enjoy the hard-working class of America." Y/n said giggling through her words. She looks so happy, I wonder a lot of things when it comes to her.

I wonder if I'm the reason for the happiness, I wonder if when we grow old she will forever stay this vibrant? Her rose-covered cheeks, her bright white smile. That seems to be there every time I look at her.

I wonder about a lot of things.

By the time the new week started, Y/n had gotten her new uniform from the diner. A huge smile sat on her face. She pulled into the driveway, her music blasting in the car, and her hair that was once nicely put together was a mess. She looks like she has enjoyed herself.

I stood at the top of the front porch stairs. Watching as Y/n walked a bright smile. "So I got the job!" She screamed, jumping up at me.

Catching her my hands lay nicely at the bottom of her bra. She clings to me like I'm everything she's got. "And, when do you start?" I said coaxing her into more conversation.

"Do you really wanna know Dean, do you?" She said laughing at her childish nature I hummed. "I start Friday, in like two days." Y/n was a bubbly person to start with so giving her a job and something to do on a daily basis was great for her personality.

"Now, we've got to get you a job!" She said skipping, literally skipping in through the front door. I turn on my heels and walk in behind her. The home is warmly lit as Y/n cooks dinner and rambles off about how homey and clean the diner is.

"The manager actually said that she's been friends with the owner for years now. Put a good word for me a while ago. Also, I heard from the other patrons that there's a maybe job opening at the Garage at the end of the main street. Some dude named Lucas." Y/n finishes as she plates dinner.

"So this Lucas guy, he's got a space open at his 'garage'?" I asked Y/n, she hummed. She's so light and airy today such an odd comparison to the old life that I used to lead.

Eating dinner was nice, but sometimes there are things you miss about people. I miss the way that Sammy would dog me about eating meat, and tell me that I should eat more healthy food.

Y/n called the next morning, Lucas did happen to have an opening in his garage. According to Y/n her he was more than happy to have a new employee. she danced around me after he politely ended the call with her.

"You've got a job Deanie." Kissing my cheek as she passed by me for the second time. "We should celebrate Deanie," Y/n said as she circled me yet again. "What are you suggesting Y/n?" I asked. My arms crossed over my chest.

"I'm only suggesting that we go out for a nice dinner, and get a little drunk that's all baby," Y/n said. A raise in my brows, and a quirky look on Y/ns face. Told me that she wasn't lying.

Setting a reservation at the most expensive restaurant in town, for this, was a celebration for the both of us. Y/n had a job so she wouldn't be so intently thinking about her mother, and I was just glad to be helping out. Forgetting my brother wasn't a part of that plan at all.

Y/n came down the stairs black silk-like dress laid perfectly on her shoulders. Her skin was exposed but sexy, her hair pinned up and out of her face. "You look beautiful, Y/n," I said reaching out for her hand as she hit the last step.

"You don't do too bad either Winchester." She teased. "Can we take Baby?" Y/n asked, what she didn't know was that my idea was the same. Maybe I shouldn't have covered Baby, she can come out for date nights I guess. "Sure baby, she's already out there, see?" I said pointing to the black sleek car sitting in the gravel driveway.

This car has seen a lot of things. My mom and dad going to town, almost destruction, the end of the world multiple times, stupid fights between Sammy and I, she's watched Sammy walk away from me.

"Tonight we celebrate right?" I question again, driving towards the restaurant. She hummed grabbing my hand and squeezing it tightly. The steak restaurant we had chosen, was pretty full thankfully I had made a reservation. We were guided to our seats in the back of the place.

My eyes scanned the dimly lit building seeing old, and new couples eating dinner. "You okay Dean?" Y/n asked reaching across the clothed table. "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine," I said unconvincingly. "Dean, what's going on?" She continued to ask.

"Nothing, Y/n just watching," I said looking back down to the menu that was placed in front of us ten minutes ago. Dinner was amazing, I heard Y/n laugh, and even though I hear it every day. There's something about making her laugh that sends me into a reel of happiness. She had order drink after drink, cute like drinks with little umbrellas. The funky colors go up to her lips and disappear.

By the time we had paid and left the restaurant. Y/n had more than enough alcohol for both of us. "Here put her arm here, and we'll take baby steps," I said softly in her ear as we got out of the booth.

"You're always so nice to me Deanie." She said loudly, a few other patrons looking up at us as we passed. "Y/n, just wait till we're outside to talk yeah," I said walking closely with her to the front door.

My beers would never make me this drunk.

We stumble through the door, only because of Y/n's heel. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down to meet her lips. "Deanie, please." She whispered against my lips. "Y/n let's go upstairs yeah," I said.

I picked her up her knees falling into my arms, trotting up the stairs. Her lips kiss my neck as I kick her bedroom door open. I lay her on the white comforter, and start to slip off her heels.

"Come back up here Deanie" She whines, jerking her foot away from my hand. "Dean, please!" Y/n soft voice pleads with me. "Will you stop jerking your foot, if I come up there?" I ask, slipping my black jacket off and throwing it over her chair.

"Yes, anything for you to come up here." She whines yet again. I turn and looked at Y/n. Her heels touching each other, and her breasts pressed against each other.

I walked over, and kiss her forehead. Her arms wrapping my shoulders and pulling me down closer to her. BY the next morning, Y/n had a bed head and was running around the house. "Shit I'm late." Combing through her hair.

I watched her from the comfort of her bed. Laughing at her frazzled moment, "Stop laughing at me, Dean! This isn't funny." She started to say through her own giggles.

I got up, throwing my boxers on and walking down stiars throwing a cup of coffee on for her before she left. When she met me downstairs, I had a travel coffee mug in my hands. Kissing her bye for the morning she left.

This was hopeful t was the start of a good life with her. The normal part of life, the early morning coffees, the date nights that either turned into fucking, or turned into fights. I want that with her.

I changed into jeans and a shirt I didn't bother getting dirty, grabbing Baby's keys. I raced down the main street to get to Lucas's garage. An older man, probably in his late sixties. "Hey, you must be Dean." He greeted me his southern charm wasn't blasting at me, but it was definitely there.

"Hey, you must be Lucas. My girlfriend said you have a space open for a new mechanic." I continued, and by the end of our conversation, I had a full-time job, a normal job.

Not the one that dad wanted me to have, but I'll never be able to give him his idea of what I needed. I know now what I needed, and that was to get out of this hunting shit. It's okay, but it becomes a part of who you are. It's become the only thing you can do daily, it consumes me.

And frankly, I hate that feeling.

I had my name sewed into a coveralls, The white balancing nicely with the contrast of blue coveralls. Lucas took me under his wing showing me a few things Bobby hadn't shown me when I was younger. I had ended up showing him, Baby. He did his rounds with her checking a few things here and there.

"I uh, U actually rebuilt her from the ground up. I got into a bad accident with a tracker trailer." I said starting up the conversation with Lucas as he looked under her hood. "Really how long it take you, son?" He asked.

I sighed and thought for a moment. "Took me probably a month, month and a half. She was torn the hell up." I said. "Well you did a great job the car must really mean something to you if you took that long," Lucas mentioned slamming her hood shut, and coming to stand next to me.

This was the new normal. The way life was gonna be now. Lucas I'd like to think had not only become a mentor, but also a good work friend. Y/n was more than happy now that I was starting to stay. I really fucked her up with leaving her, but nothing had come up as such as those types of topics.

She had a job now and came home every night in her diner uniform. Blue and white that matched nicely with her skin tone, and a wide smile. Tips stuffed into her pockets and spread across the table in the kitchen.

This is what sort of life a Winchester was supposed to lead? It didn't matter anymore, because this is what I wanted right?

Being a Winchester, meant I think that when you met someone like Y/n. You went full force for what you wanted. I just hope that being a Winchester doesn't affect my relationship after all she's my girlfriend right?

We Found Each Other Part 9

Completed on: 07/23/2021

Posted on: 07/26/2021

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