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Capricorn Season Chapter Eleven

Hey, y’all, I know it’s been a couple weeks! I ask that you forgive me, I have been really busy. I had finals and then graduation and now I have a new job working as a groundskeeper so I am SUPER tired all the time. I have many more of these chapters ready, they just need spiffing up and outfit posts!

But, anyway, getting into the story: we join the two lovers once more. They are not as happy as the last time we saw them... There is angst! This chapter is from Gwen’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

It was 7 am and we were already fighting. I don't even know how it got started, honestly. I just wanted to talk to him about tour and now it's dissolved into this terrible animosity. I suppose it's my fault. When he didn't give me the answer I wanted to hear I just shut down. I don't even know why I asked that stupid question.

"Hey, Jimmy?" I asked as the sun peaked through the clouds.

"Yes, love?" His voice was soft and thick, laden with sleep. He'd just gotten up, but I'd been awake for almost an hour. Just thinking. All I could do was think. The thoughts buzzed around in my head like a mad fly trying to escape a sealed jar. I knew today was the mark of something important. This was the beginning of the end for us. It would be our last day together. He was going to dump me after today. I knew it. I could feel it in my bones. "What's going to happen when you go on tour?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, and I didn't know if that was from fear or grogginess. "Christ, love, why do you women pick the worst times to have these talks?" His laugh did not hide his true feelings. His words were harsh and hurt me. Why was I so goddamn sensitive? For the last two days, every scrape felt like a gash. My heart was exposed and bleeding, waiting in bated breath for Jimmy to make a move. I felt like a cornered animal. I just wanted to do something. I wanted him to clarify what we were, if we were a couple or if it was more serious. I was trapped in a hellish purgatory, waiting for him to reassure me. I knew I couldn't wait anymore. I was far too impatient to wait for him any longer. He was leaving today. He won't be gone for long, this time. They'll actually have a number of shows in the UK. They won't be going to Finland until February. Perhaps it's dramatic, but I am very sad that I will no longer have him all to myself. They'll be touring, having rehearsals more often, and going to parties. I know this stretch of solitude couldn't last forever, but I want to hold onto it a little bit longer. I guess last night was a great way to end things. But I couldn't help but feel terrible about the whole situation. I was afraid of the future. We weren't on stable footing and I didn't want to make any sudden movements. We'd been spending so much time together and I only grew to like him more. I didn't want to fuck this up, but I knew this was the beginning of the end. Jesus, I'm so nervous that I can't even think! My head is like a cloudy airline runway, filled with thoughts coming and going without a clear path. "Well, this is kind of the last time I have to talk to you about something serious," I said. "That's not true. I will be home almost every day still. I will just be gone sometimes. I will see you often. And we can talk and laugh and dance, just like always. You're not losing me and I'm not losing you." His arms were around me now. I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke. "I guess you're right. I just feel..." "Insecure?" My face burned. "Well, you don't have to be so honest. Of course, I'm insecure. You're Jimmy Page. I'm afraid I'm going to lose this wonderful thing we've built. Or that you're not going to want to continue it when you get back." "That is simply not going to happen. You're the one I have eyes for, my love. And I want to spend all my time with you. If I could shirk my responsibilities, I would gladly rot in this bed with you," He turned to me, admiring my features, "I think we would look quite nice all moldy together." I ended his attempt at trying to turn things lighthearted. "I have something else I need to ask. You're going to be gone for a while, on the road, without me. And there will be women throwing themselves at you endlessly." I rambled, looking down at my hands. It is so incredibly awkward being honest with him, especially when I feel that he doesn't care. I don't feel he wants to have these conversations with me. He looks pained when I bring them up. Was I annoying him? Was I upsetting him? "Are you asking if I'll be sleeping with other women?" He was frank. Too frank. He spoke of it like it was normal. He was thinking about this already. "Yes. And I know you will. And I'm okay with that. I've accepted that. I mean, Christ, I'm sure you've slept with other people just in the time that we've been together but-" "Woah, hold on there, love. I haven't. I told you I've only got eyes for you."

"It's okay if you're sleeping with other people. We're not married. But I need you to be honest. I want to hear you say it." "Yes, I will be sleeping with other people." I let out a shaky breath. Okay, that was good. That was a good step. Honesty. From us both. "I just need to know that you'll be mine when you return." I tried to lay a thick coat of sugar over my words. I didn't know if it was for his comfort or my own. "Oh, darling, of course, I'll be yours. I belong to you, and you to me. I meant what I said. I wouldn't have said it otherwise." His eyes were serious. I looked into the expanse of light, muddy green. I could get lost in them, and I often do. Just staring into the caverns of his irises. I could set up camp there. No food, water, or sleep. Just his wistful gaze and the wrinkling of his cheeks as he smiles back at me. But it wasn't enough when I felt so terrible. He couldn't reassure me, not when he admitted he would be sleeping with other women when I was already so upset. Why couldn't he see it was about more than sex? I wanted him to be my home, I wanted to curl around him and block out anyone but us. I wanted life to continue on how it was now, I wanted to live as if we were meant to be and the world was ours. His leaving threatened any sense of normalcy I had managed to create in this strange dynamic. I felt like he had kicked me in the chest. We had breakfast soon after that disaster of a talk. It was a simple spread of eggs, bagels, fruit, and tea. I wasn't very hungry. He made my plate, which would have been a cute gesture if I didn't want to hit him, or jump into his arms and cry, I couldn't tell which would make me feel better. I looked around at the house, the one we'd built this relationship in, and saw now that was disheveled and small. The wallpaper was suddenly tackey and the floors needed sweeping. There it was, that old familiar feeling. Anxiety had inched its way up my body and sat on my chest, leaning over my face and laughing as I emoted in terror. I was scared and it was the anxiety's fault. I clenched my hands and tried to breathe, but I couldn't with this creature weighing me down. I was quiet, choosing to put my focus on breathing properly and appearing normal. I had a conflict of interest now, wanting him to dote on me and ask what was wrong, but also wanting to either appear fine or disappear entirely. "Are you sure we're okay?" He asked, trying his best to swallow a mouthful of egg. "Yeah," I said, lying through my teeth. Nothing was okay. He was leaving, leaving me, abandoning me for tour. He was going to be sleeping with other women and I'd be but an afterthought. I'd be a fond memory of a soon forgotten time. He'd move on to better things and I wondered if I would too. I was suddenly angry, filled with rage at the thought of him living a better life without me. I was angry because he got to be happy and I didn't, he was living it up while I was heartbroken. "Gwen?" He broke me from these thoughts. I had spiraled momentarily, picturing an unknown future that detailed our heartbreak. "Yeah?" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I just want to make sure. I don't think you were very happy with my answer to your question." Yeah, no shit! "No, it's fine." I pushed my food around, watching it slither across my plate as I bit my lip. "Okay. I feel better now." Yeah, I bet you do... We spent the rest of our day lazing around. He wanted to spend the remaining time doing what we always do, which is nothing. I was bored and disgruntled. My clothes felt uncomfortable, the blanket was scratchy, and his usually comforting arms were cumbersome and constricting. I wiggled my way from his grasp and sat freely on the other end of the couch. He gave me a puzzled look and reached for my hand, which I begrudgingly took. I didn't want him to pretend. I wanted him to get it over with already and break up with me. We played this ridiculous game of cat and mouse until he got fed up with it. I could tell he was getting annoyed with my behavior but was trying to be polite. "Okay, love, I want to get ready. Will you come upstairs and help me dress for the day?" I looked at his angelic face and wanted to be angry. I wanted to scream at him and ask him why he was doing this to me, why he was leaving me. But that all went away when I looked at his face. He was so beautiful, so innocent. He was like a fawn, just looking into your eyes and begging for something. I hadn't figured out what he was begging for, but that look was there. "Sure." I followed him up the stairs and huffed the whole way. Of course, he wanted me to help him pack his stuff and get ready. He was going to ask for my advice, rope me into folding his clothes and picking out what accessories would pair well, and then he would kick me out. He would laugh as I cried and watch from the window as I sulked to my car. I could see in his eyes that he was waiting for this. Well, I wasn't going to be a fool. I knew this little game. I knew what he wanted to do and I was going to get ahead of him. I was going to leave him before he could leave me. "What do you think about this?" He asked. My heartbeat was thumping in my chest. My breathing was speeding up. My nails tapped against my leg. I chewed on my lip. This was it, this was the commencement of the crescendo. "Yeah, it looks good," I said absentmindedly. I couldn't think seriously about it. I didn't even see what he was wearing. "Are you sure? I think this top looks a bit silly with these trousers. Maybe I just need to put a scarf over the whole thing. What do you think about this one?" I wanted to laugh, I felt the urge in the pit of my stomach. Him and those stupid scarves, I thought. But I didn't laugh because nothing about how I felt was funny. I just shrugged and kept picking at the edge of my sock. "Okay, what is your problem? You've been off all day and I keep asking if you're alright and you keep saying yes, but obviously that's not true." "It is true! I'm fine." I insisted. Who was he to tell me when I was fine or not? He didn't even know me. "It doesn't seem like it. So, if you need to tell me something, just tell me." I hesitated. Was I really about to tell him this was over? Would that qualify as fucking this up? Maybe I was fucking this up already. Maybe my insistence on being fine was in the vein of fucking things up. Maybe. I shrugged. "You don't know?" "No." "No, you don't know, or no you do know?" "No, I don't know. I don't know!" "Well, then tell me what is the matter." He was looking at me, confusion on his face. A print scarf was still tied around his neck. He was wearing dark bell bottoms and a familiar shirt. "Is that my shirt?" I asked, my voice rising in volume. "Yeah. Is that a big deal?" "Yeah, it is! You're just going to leave on tour and take my shirt?" "I'm not leaving on tour. I'll be back later tonight!" "Yeah, yeah, it starts with that, but then you're going to be gone! You're going to be gone and you'll have my shirt. You'll have my shirt and I'll have nothing. So go ahead and have fun on tour. Have fun abandoning me and have fun tonight wearing my shirt!" I stood from his bed and stomped over to the door, slamming it behind me. My heart was racing, beating more rapidly than I'd ever felt. My mind was running just as fast, filled with regret, sadness, and anger. I hadn't felt so many complex emotions before. "Gwen, wait! Gwen!" He called after me as I ran down the stairs. I sailed toward the front door and made it to my car as quickly as my legs would carry me. He stood in the doorway and called out my name. I looked at him, still wearing my shirt and the scarf. He looked just as adorable as ever, just as sweet as the day I'd met him. But that was over now. It had to be. "Gwen, please, just wait!" He cried out, walking toward me as I pulled out and drove off.

When I returned I could hear Lucy's chattering meows. "Hello, I know it's been a minute since I've been home." I sat my things on the counter and let her run into my arms. She was very self-sufficient, spending much time alone these past few months. But that was over now. "Oh, Lucy, I'm sorry I neglected you. I promise I won't ever leave your side again. It'll just be me and you forever." She rubbed her face into my hands and on my legs, purring as her eyes closed in contentment. The space around me was disheveled. That's another reason I hadn't let Jimmy see it yet. Records, photos, art, and books sat on every available surface. And although this wasn't too unlike the boathouse, I didn't want him to see it like this. I am usually very good at decorating and making sure things are in order. But my life had been anything but orderly lately. And it's not like I had my own cleaning lady.

Maybe it wasn't the mess that kept me from letting him in. The mess was a mask, an excuse. If I told myself it was too messy for him to see, I would never have to let him into my world. My apartment would remain a perfect shelter from the reality of our relationship. If you could even call it that.

I don't think I realized how much it was fucking me up that we were so ambiguous. What were we? Friends with benefits? Lovers? Soulmates? Dating? It didn't make any sense to me. I wanted it to. So badly did I want Jimmy to make sense to me. It felt right, but it didn't make sense. His hands cupped my jaw like they were chiseled from one block of alabaster marble as if we were meant to touch. His body wrapped around mine perfectly, like wind in trees. We seemed to be so perfect, but we weren't anything. I wasn't anything to him, it seemed.

The rest of my day was spent cleaning. My Virgo tendencies were on full display, I felt motivated and full of energy. I needed something to distract me. As I sorted through stacks of clutter, I came across a box of sentimental items. Tucked inside were old photos from school and family events. Along with some flowers from my first ever date and my diplomas. One for photography and another for psychology. I gave a laugh before throwing it back into the box. Oh, how useful they have been. Although I didn't get the job I wanted in psychology, college was still an integral part of my life. I'm glad that I went. Looking back on it now, it was a good time. Without the guidance and housing, I don't know where I would be. I would not be in this situation, that's for sure. Without the experience of juvenile and naïve love, I may not be so charming and deft as I am now. And it was in a tiny dorm room at Berkeley that I suffered my first heartbreak. It felt and looked much different than now, but was looming and saddening all the same. It shaped me and molded me into the person I am today. Without the enlightenment from Dominic, I also wouldn't be in the grand civil parish of Winnersh. Consequently only a 24-minute drive from Pangbourne. I hadn't divulged any information about my past lovers. I didn't feel it was appropriate yet. We weren't that invested. Or perhaps we were, but I was denying it. It all feels so weird. Being so intertwined and fated, but having so little time to get used to each other. I didn't feel that I could pour into him yet. I needed time to warm up to his reactions and feelings. He seemed so at ease with me. So peaceful. I hadn't seen him that way with his friends or even at rehearsal. The only time he looked the same was in the music room, strumming away on his guitars. His often pensive look always warmed my heart. This could be because he is such a contrast to my aforementioned ex-lover. Dominic had an impatient eye. His gaze never stayed long on any subject, especially me. He was a selfish person. And I never adjusted to that. Every time his eyes fell on me I could feel the way he saw me. Small. Like he was measuring all the ways I wasn't enough. And I didn't feel that with Jimmy. He was driven. He was the most ambitious and focused person I had ever met. When he looked at me, he only saw me. He didn't see an equation that totaled my worth for the day. But how could I trust him when I'd been so hurt in the past? What am I doing? Comparing these two was like comparing apples to oranges. Dominic was a boy. At 19, we didn't know who we were. And after all the years past, who was I to say who he is now? We were so unfinished back then. Although I doubt he could do the amount of growth I have done. It seemed to be expected of me, and praise-worthy for him. And Jimmy is an adult, a full-grown person who has a home and a career. Something I never had with Dominic. We could play house in our dorms all we wanted, but it was never real. And this finally felt real. The relationship I had with Jimmy was starting to become tangible and three-dimensional and that scares me. A pang of guilt coursed through me. I remembered that thought I had right before I went off about my shirt, the idea that I could be fucking things up. And now I knew I had fucked things up. Then I remembered Jimmy's face as he stood in the doorway. He looked confused and hurt. And now I felt like shit. Memories were flickering in my eyes. I was a haunted house, occupied by the spirits of my past failures. This was not a foreign feeling, I was used to being visited by those who've hurt me. But it was how these recollections were coming that were especially painful. It was gripping and crushing, the way the memories came. I was immediately struck, now on my knees with the ailment of nostalgia. Nothing was okay without Dominic, not for a long time. When things were bad between us, I felt like my heart was being ripped from my chest and eaten before me. I felt that this horrible thing was happening to us, but in reality, it was happening to me. He was the horrendous rumble in the pit of my stomach, the sleepless nights of worry. He was the bad thoughts and the reason the hall light needed to be on. He awakened something in me that I tried to shove down. The little child in me that I wanted to stay dormant. He brought her out, gave her a dance, and then left her to find a new partner. He abandoned me. Not in the literal sense, I was the one who wanted to end things. But he gave up. He threw in the towel when things got hard, even when I was still giving my all. And I was so blind that I didn't see it until it was too late. The damage was already done. And my heart was left broken without a reason why. And then I was left to clean everything up. I had to sweep up the broken pieces he left behind. I felt the same way now. But it was different, it was deeper than the flesh wound Dominic had inflicted. I was terrified of history repeating itself. This was the fear forever in the back of my mind. I was worried this fate would befall Jimmy and me. If I'd fucked it up once, I could do it again. And I didn't want that for us. I thought that if I played it safe, I could keep that from happening. But I see every day that my fear is not productive, not keeping from the pain. It was driving us apart each day, my walls jamming a wedge in our relationship. But, that is the thing about walls. Once they are up, they are almost impossible to take down. And I certainly didn't feel it was in my power to take them down. How could I trust someone when they were so unstable? How could I let someone in whom I don't really know? I was becoming increasingly afraid of impending abandonment, imagined or not. Jimmy's starting tour marked the end of our domestic bliss. We were no longer two lovers stuck in a bubble of solitude. He had business, he had a job to do. I did as well, and I often left his house to attend to my duties. But I always returned, always thought of him while I developed photos for other people. But he wasn't going to be just half an hour away. Some days he would be two hours, ten hours, or three days away. And that didn't sit right with me. No matter how much he reassured me, I would be wary of his absence. I don't know if or how he could blame me. I spent the rest of my day fighting off a heavy feeling of anxiety in my chest. The thumping beat of my pain had returned. Turbulence in our relationship was bringing up these old feelings. I was worried about what he would be doing. Was he with another woman? Was he thinking of me? It all swirled around my head and crashed into my body in waves of paranoia. I couldn't wait to be in the salvation of his arms once more. To be on solid ground. I wished to be in his embrace so I could forget all the horrible ways I'd been hurt. I wanted him to look into me, all the bad parts, the things that hurt, and soak them up. I wanted him to love me so much it took the pain away. The phone ringing caught my attention. It was a shrill and terrible sound that annoyed me any time it rang. But now I was more nervous than angry as I dashed to answer. I had to work my way through the clutter than was on the floor, but I made it.

"Hello?" I asked, praying Jimmy was on the other end. "Hello, love." It was him. He sounded somber. He sniffled as he spoke. Another wave of guilt. I'd made him cry? "Um, hi, Jimmy. What's up?" I tried to sound nonchalant. I don't think it worked. I was far too desperate to hear his voice. I couldn't hide my infatuation.

"I'm just calling because I want to make sure we're alright. I can't go to my show knowing you are upset." I could hear him fiddling with something in the background. He was nervous. He liked to pace and pick at things when he was nervous. If he's nervous, that means he cares, right? He wouldn't be worried if his feelings were genuine.

"I'm fine."

He sighed. It was deep and pained. "You know as well as I do that's not true. So why don't you tell me what's wrong."

"I-I don't know. I can't tell you."

"Can you try?"

Now I was sighing. This was all so confusing. Why couldn't I get it out? Why couldn't I just tell him I was afraid he was going to leave? It wasn't so hard. I knew how to say the words, so why wouldn't they come out? I felt like screaming at myself. I was floating over my body, looking down at the top of my head as I stood by the phone. Idiot!

"Are you upset that I'm sleeping with other people?"

"Not really."

"What does that mean?"

"I don't know."

He sighed again. This one sounded angrier. He was frustrated with me, I could tell. He was mad at me. "Well, I can't help you if you won't tell me how you feel." His clipped cadence showed me everything I was already thinking. I was fucking this up and I couldn't stop.

"I am!" The pressure was getting to me. I couldn't help but let anger slip through. Anything to avoid real feeling.

"No, you're not." His tone was still curt. "What is it, huh? Do you not trust me? Have I not shown you that I'm a safe person to talk to?"

"No, you have. I just can't-" I stopped myself. It was like prying a door open. I couldn't get the words to come out, no matter how hard I tried. A silence consumed me, filling both ends of the line. It was interrupted only by a sound of sniffling and shuffling. I felt tears prick in my eyes. I was hurting him and it felt like I couldn't help it. I was fucking this up. Fuck up, fuck up, fuck up!

"Can't what?"

"Can't tell you."

"Oh, for christ's sake, Gwen, can you just tell me? I have to leave for a show in twenty minutes and I need to settle this before then." His tone had settled, but there were still traces of his anger. I heard another sigh. "Would it help if I told you I felt first?"

"Maybe."

"I feel that you are upset that I'm going to be sleeping with other women. But I want to assure you that I only said that because I don't want to lie. I really like you and I don't want to fuck this up, and lying would fuck this up. So I'm sorry if it hurts you that I was honest, but that's what being with me would entail. Right now, at least."

"I appreciate the honesty."

"Do you want to tell me how you feel now?"

"I guess. Um, here goes nothin'," I was afraid. I hadn't been honest with someone, open and vulnerable, since Dominic. He shattered my heart and left me for a life he felt was better suited for him. What if I opened myself up to Jimmy, threw myself in, and became completely attached, and the same thing happened? I guess I had to take that chance if I wanted anything real with him. I would have to be real with him, "I am afraid that you'll forget about me on tour," There, that wasn't so bad, "and I'm afraid you'll want a different life than the one I could give you. I don't want you to just leave me behind and I feel like that's going to happen." I tangled the phone cord around my finger as I looked around my apartment. I closed my eyes and sighed, holding back the urge to hang the damn thing up,

"That's simply untrue, darling. I know you are nervous and have been burned before, but you'd be a fool to think that's the truth. The way I feel about you is worth more than some silly band or tour, and I say that as someone who you know is obsessed with the music. I am overjoyed that I get to spend this new chapter of my life with you. I can't wait to return from tour to see your face and feel you in my arms. I want you in my life."

"Wow. That's really sweet."

"It's the truth, love."

"Thank you for the honesty."

"Thank you for telling me how you feel. I'm sorry if I've made you feel that you can't trust me."

"No, no, nothing like that. It's me."

"Well, as long as we're on the same page and we're okay, I don't care. I just want to make sure we're okay. I can't handle you being mad at me. Not when I'm going to a show. I just can't have that. Not good for the music, not good for you, not good for me."

"Right."

"Right," he laughed. "And to top it off, I will leave you with a promise and something to look forward to. In three days we're going to spend New Year's Eve together, and we're going to have a great time."

"Yeah, we will," I smiled.

"That's right, love." I could hear him laughing some more. "Now, I have to go. I will see you soon, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, my sweet and beautiful Guinevere."

"Goodbye, James."

The line went dead and I was left with a puddle of confusing feelings. I hung up the phone. Okay, he meant what he said. He meant what he said. He had to of meant it. I just have to assume he meant it. That has to be enough. It has to be.

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samsno1 · 3 months

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Happy Birthday Dean!

Dean Winchester x Reader

short one-shot for Dean's birthday because i had to do something for him. this was a bit rushed but very sweet. this fic also shows how much of a led zep nerd i am (oops)

Summary: It's your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to make it special

Warnings: FLUFF, sexy time implied and dean's dirty mind (as always), not proof read, english is not my first language

WC: 2k

enjoy!

You woke up early that morning and made sure Dean would sleep until late. When you woke up his arms were tight around you, like they always were when you slept, his naked chest glued to your, also, naked back – last night was interesting, to say the least. His warm breath in the back of your neck and his gentle snoring almost lulling you back to sleep but today was a special day, it was Dean’s birthday and you wanted to do something special.

You knew that celebrating his birthday wasn’t common, always too much on his mind and too little people that cared. But you did and you made a promise to yourself to make his birthday be the best one he ever had.

With that said, you reluctantly got out of his grip, making Dean groan in his sleep, knowing even unconsciously the emptiness in his arms. You smiled to yourself at that and admired Dean’s sleeping state for a while longer. He always looked so peaceful – even if he had a weapon under his pillow. He could rest. He had admitted to you once that you were one of the main reasons for that. Knowing you were safe in his arms made him feel safe and it was a mutual feeling. Oh you loved him so much.

You got up, turning away from your boyfriend and putting some clothes on. The ones you were wearing last night scattered all around, the memories making your face heat up. When you left the bedroom, you gave Dean one last look, his strong chest going up and down with deep breaths and one of his feet peeking out from under the cover. You smiled and closed the door behind you.

You spotted Sam in the kitchen before going out and told him your plans for the day.

“Please, if he wakes up, tell him I went out to buy…tampons or just say I’m going to help Charlie with some things she asked for and I’ll be back later” You told him and Sam guaranteed you that Dean would not know about your surprise. You gave Sam a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and bolted to the garage.

You haven’t used your own car in a while so it was weird stepping into the driver’s seat of a car different from the Impala. On your way to the nearest grocery store you made some calls. Charlie and Cas were coming later for the little party and they seemed more than excited to get the invite from you on the phone.

You bought all the flavors of pie you found there. Apple, cherry, pecan, you name it and some other salty snacks. In a liquor store nearby you got beers and whiskey. But there was one thing you were very much looking forward to.

Well, a while ago you had made some calls, some contacts here and there who were also fond of classic rock hooked you up with a guy who was selling a limited edition Led Zeppelin vinyl. A version of Led Zeppelin IV. What can you say, you were kind of also into them, it was one of the reasons you and Dean bonded so quickly in the first place.

You had to drive for two hours (totalizing four to go there and come back) to get the vinyl but it was worth it. You had told Sam about this and he made a face, asking you how you found the money for this but you refused to tell him and just laughed. Once you got the vinyl you would come back as quickly as you could so that Dean wouldn’t suspect it.

Two hours after you left Dean woke up, noticing the other side of the bed empty. He frowned and threw the covers off his body to get up and put clothes on, then leave the bedroom. When he got into the main room in the bunker Sam was sitting at the table, books and a cup of coffee in front of him and he looked up, a wide smile opening up in his face.

Sam stood up and Dean smiled back, opening his arms for a hug.

“Good morning and Happy Birthday” Sam said, his hand patting Dean harshly on the back, earning a laugh from the oldest.

“Thanks Sammy, where’s Y/N?” Dean asked after they pulled away from each other, looking around as if you would pop out from behind the shelves.

“She went to help Charlie with some stuff, she’ll be back soon” He answered and Dean nodded, still a little bitter for you not being with him in bed and giving him a birthday morning sex as a present. Well, maybe there would be a birthday night sex. He smirked at the thought and went to the kitchen to get some coffee.

You were almost back at the bunker, the vinyl secured inside your bag wrapped in cheap colorful paper that you got at the convenience store. Charlie had texted you she was almost there and Cas said he was arriving soon.

You texted Sam saying that you were due back in 20 minutes since you were a few miles away and that he could distract Dean for a while so that you could make little decorations for the birthday party. Sam agreed and told you he would try and keep Dean away from the house for an hour or so. Perfect.

Once you arrived you got right to work, blowing balloons, getting the pies and the chips ready and hiding your present in a bedroom that used to be yours before you started sleeping with Dean. Charlie arrived with Cas and had helped you put everything up, talking to you about how nice it was of you to do this and that she would kill to have a girlfriend like you. You laughed at the comment and jokingly said that Dean had, in fact, killed for you – even if it wasn’t totally a joke.

Sam had texted you again. Back in 10. Perfect timing Moose. Everything was done by the time you received the message and you decided to hide behind the furniture so that it would purposefully make Dean confused since he definitely would see your car parked in the garage.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you here?” You heard the door opening and the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and his brother filled your ears. The talking stopped, Dean probably noticing the weird silence in the place and you knew he was probably reaching for his gun about this moment, his steps becoming lighter on the stairs. You held back a chuckle.

Once he came down the last step you jumped from behind the table, Charlie and Castiel along with you. He indeed had his gun out, Sam almost red from holding back his laughter behind him.

“Happy Birthday Dean!” You four screamed, startling the man. But, once the shock was gone he broke out into a huge smile and you ran into his arms, wrapping your hands around his neck as he twirled you around, a fit of giggles coming out of you as he laughed. He put you down and gave you a firm peck on the lips.

“So this is what you were actually doing, I thought you had abandoned me this morning” He said and you playfully rolled your eyes at his drama. He pulled away from you and walked towards the table. “Baby this is amazing, you’re amazing”

He hugged Charlie and Cas, thanking both of them too for the surprise. He rubbed both his hands together, just like how a Disney villain would, and smiled widely.

“All right, let’s get this party started shall we?” He said and you all laughed at his childness, already reaching for a slice of pie and a beer bottle.

Everything was perfect, you had never seen Dean this happy – except when you guys kissed for the first time and he looked like he had won the lottery. He was laughing, having fun and talking about everything and you noticed how this little party meant more to him than you imagined.

By the end, Charlie, Sam and Cas had given him their presents. Each had some importance to Dean in a different way but yours was left for later, you wanted to be alone with him when he received it.

It was late when the party ended, everyone was a bit drunk and full of food. You told Charlie and Cas they could stay the night and they thanked you for it, each going to clean up and go to bed. You stayed behind to clean the mess.

While you were cleaning some plates in the kitchen you felt a big pair of hands wrap around your waist and kisses being left over your shoulders. You hummed and leaned back on Dean's chest, one of his hands wandering lower.

“Hm, and what is your present to me, huh sweetheart?” He said. Before he could lower his hand even more you grabbed his wrist gently. You could practically hear his pout and you turned around on his hold, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have one,” You smiled. “Well, more than one” You completed with a suggestive grin and Dean smirked down at you, smashing his lips on yours in a mindblowing kiss, his tongue dancing beautifully against yours as his hands gripped your hips. You reluctantly pulled away by pressing a hand to his chest and he groaned in disapproval. You chuckled. “I’m serious, I have something for you”

You grabbed his hand and led him to your shared room, telling him to wait there as you grabbed the wrapped vinyl in your previous bedroom. When you came back your hands were holding the album teasingly behind your back, a giddy smile on your face.

You extended your hands in front of you, the wrapped gift gripped by your fingers and Dean smiled at you.

“Happy Birthday handsome” You said and he grabbed the gift, studying the wrapping as he undid the knot tying it closed. You bit your lip, analyzing his face as he slowly discarded the wrapper and looked at the album in his hands.

Dean’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’. He looked between you and the classic rock vinyl and placed your gift delicately over the bed before wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips to yours. You yelped when he picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.

“I love you so much, thank you” He said after he pulled away. “How did you even find this?”

“I have my sources” You said with a grin and kissed him again. He put you down and went to grab the vinyl again, taking the disc out of the cover. He had a vinyl player in his room and he put it there to play, the sound of “Black Dog” filling the small room.

He turned back to you and slowly walked your way, playfully dancing to the tune, shaking his shoulders making you chuckle. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into him, giving you a passionate, deep, loving kiss and you melted. Your hand went to the back of his neck to tug at the strands making him groan.

He pushed back you until your knees hit the bed, making you fall into the mattress. He lowered his lips to your neck leaving hickeys and bites along the flesh making you let out low moans and groans.

He held himself up by his elbows, his face close to yours.

“What’s my other present?” He whispered against your lips and you grinned wickedly, one of your hands rubbing at his chest.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself, hm?” You whisper back seductively and he kisses you again, his hands traveling under your shirt and rubbing at your flesh.

Dean never really liked birthdays but today, for him, was the best day ever because as long as he got to spend it with you, nothing could make it bad.

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