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Plastic Hearts – Part 25

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, a tinge of angst, FLUFF

Word Count: 5.7k

A/N: I'm not sad... 🥲 Honestly, I don't have words beyond gratitude and cliché goodbyes, so let's end this journey together 🤍

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25. Dare

“Ugh, I can’t believe you convinced everyone to come out here,” Jo groans and raises her flat palm to her brows, shielding her eyes from the scalding desert sun. “What the fuck is wrong with Palm Springs, huh?”

“C’mon, we’ve always wanted to go to Joshua Tree together since we moved to LA. This is like the perfect time,” Y/N argues cheerfully and nudges her friend with her elbow. “Look! It’s so peaceful.”

“There’s a dead carcass over there. Looks like a symbol of my marriage,” Jo deadpans.

Y/N purses her lips before compelling another positive smile to her face. “We can get rid of that. The girls really needed this after the whole Crowley debacle.”

The group left straight after the network meeting in Dean’s office this morning, which didn’t go as planned, to say the least. While several executives were surely interested, Crowley and H-ELLTV put an abrupt end to it. Apparently, they sold their fucking souls by signing a contract with the devil. Crowley’s words still rang in her ears on repeat.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, ladies, but H-ELLTV owns your characters, which means you can’t sell them to another network. You all signed a contract and made a deal. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, fucking asshole…” Jo huffs her agreement but then throws her friend a suspicious sideways look. “What’s up with you, though? Why are you so chipper and cheerful like a fucking Disney princess? I thought you of all people would be fucking depressed and devastated about the stupid show ending.”

Y/N shrugs. “I am. I’m just trying to make the best of our last weekend together. Can’t I be happy?”

“Fuck no.” Jo shakes her head. “Something’s up with you. Usually, when you’re like this, it’s overcompensation ‘cause you’ve fucked something up. If I were still married, I’d think you’ve fucked my husband all over again. So, what did you do?”

Y/N shrugs once more and keeps her eyes trained on the sprawling desert landscape in front of her. “Nothing.”

“Dean also was a bigger asshole than usual this morning. So, I’m asking again, what shit did you fuck up now?”

“Nothing, okay? Dean’s always an asshole,” Y/N deflects defensively. Although, even she has to admit – those were some spectacularly icy green eyes this morning. Not that he ever looked directly at her or spoke with her even once. She probably would’ve turned to stone if he did.

“Fine, don’t tell. God knows I don’t fucking care,” Jo says indifferently and joins the other women as they set up their tents on the campground.

Y/N lets out a small sigh as she stares at the bluest sky she’s ever seen while the hot desert sun beams down on her. She watches the girls for a while, her heart slightly cracking at the thought this might be the last time they all hang out together. This year has been the best one she’s ever had.

But then, her heart stings even more when she thinks about the one person who isn’t here, wondering what he’s doing right now. If anything, she owes it all to him.

Dean nurses his beer with a sigh, his green eyes barely paying attention to the half-naked girl who’s winding herself up and down a silver pole in front of him. This used to bring him joy – day-drinking at a strip club and watching tits bounce. But now all he thinks about is how that girl looks nothing like Y/N. None of them do.

“Hey, son. Startin’ early today,” Bobby notes with a chuckle as he sits down next to him.

“Yeah, they canceled the show.” And while that’s certainly true, it’s not the reason why Dean’s sulking at a titty bar.

“Too damn bad. I loved the show!” Bobby tells him enthusiastically. “It was insane. Good insane. It had everything – comedy, drama, heartache, tits, violence, a fucking wedding? There’s something for everyone there.”

“Well, uh, thanks, Bobby. Really appreciate it,” Dean tells him politely. He likes the guy, but he’s not in the mood for chitchat. He’s barely in the mood for naked women, for crying out loud. This is a deep fucking depression.

There are only two promises he’s made to himself: One, he won’t slump like he did after his last divorce. There will be no excessive drinking, which leads to excessively pathetic crying, which leads to a myriad of bad choices out of sheer desperation. Remember that awful dating videotape he made? Yes, there will be no more of that. And then there’s of course two, no drugs – no matter how much he tells himself he wants or fucking needs them. A tiny dot of hope seems to be still dormant in his plastic heart, reminding him that she might come back, and he doesn’t want to risk disappointing her once she does.

Dean has worked fucking hard to be the best version he can be – a version she doesn’t seem to give a shit about. But even he has to admit: He likes himself a lot better now, so he refuses to turn back to old comforts, albeit it’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to do.

“You guys interested in doing a floor show?”

Bobby’s words pull him from his reverie. Dean arches a brow at him, straightening a bit in his seat. “What? Here?”

Bobby rolls his eyes. “No, idjit. My wife Ellen has some stakes in a club on the Vegas Strip. She manages the hotel there, too. They’re looking for a new headliner. Just do the exact same show, night after night, 300 miles east. Vegas is where the money is. Headliners make at least 25 grand a week. You think that gym is big? We have to fill 1,100 seats.”

Dean stumps and blinks at the old man a bit baffled. “Well, uh… I’ll think about it. Talk to my partner, the girls…”

Bobby smiles and pats his shoulder as he gets up. “You do that. I’ll call you tomorrow. Now, how about a lap dance? On the house. Can pick any girl that fancies your heartache. You ain’t foolin’ an old man like me.”

Dean chuckles. “Nah, I’m good. But thanks. Think I’m gonna head home and drink myself into a coma there.”

“It’s getting dark soon. How much longer?” Jo’s brown eyes dart to Y/N as she drags her feet over a rocky path. The sun stings less than it did when they started their little hike, but her skin feels perfectly tanned by now and the water is running low.

“Uh, I think it’s supposed to be just up ahead that hill,” Y/N muses and swirls her head around the formation of rocks that all look the same, squinting her eyes into the distance.

Jo sighs, and her stare intensifies. “You’ve been saying that for over an hour. Are we lost?”

“Noooo…” Y/N doesn’t sound convincing and surely doesn’t fool Jo with her reply.

“Alright, gimme the map.”

“I don’t have the map. I gave it to Meg.”

Jo groans and rolls her eyes, throwing her arms up in exasperation.

“What? Meg’s the trail leader. Trail leader gets the map,” Y/N defends her faux pas with reason.

“Great! So we’re fucking lost in the desert,” the blonde huffs.

Y/N chuckles lightly, mostly out of uncomfortableness and panic she tries to hide behind it. “No, there’s a trail marker right over there,” she says, pointing to a pile of rocks. “That looks manmade.”

Jo quirks her brow. “You mean like that pile of rocks? Or that one over there?”

Y/N follows her friend’s gaze, only to realize that there are lots of piles of rock that all look too fucking similar. She purses her lips and scratches her head before resting her arms on her squared-off hips. “I think we’re lost.”

“Yeah.” With an exhaustive sigh, Jo plops down on another pile of rocks and watches as the orange sun dips behind the horizon, shadows of blue slowly crawling across the desert floor and swallowing the light.

Y/N clumsily lowers herself down next to the blonde. Her leg hurts like a bitch, and the desert sand that has wound its way into her cast itches a good deal. Her hands and arms hurt as well from clinging to her crutches all afternoon. Maybe Dean was right, and this was a bad idea, after all. Why does he always have to be fucking right about everything? How can one person be so annoying and frustrating all at once?

“Well, you finally get your wish,” Jo deadpans. “We’re gonna die together.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says ruefully and looks at the first stars appearing in the night sky. “Maybe the stars will guide us home.”

Jo just looks at her, unamused and unsurprised. “You’ve never been camping, have you?”

Y/N twitches her shoulders apologetically. “It was only supposed to be a three-mile moderate beginner’s trail to a beautiful vista. It’s what the guidebook said.”

Jo shakes her head and blows a raspberry, hugging her knees. “Joanna Wesson, 27, found dead near a random cluster of rocks that might have looked like a trail marker. She was best known for playing Beth Crowne on the soap opera Paradise Bay before trying to revive her career on an unsuccessful wrestling show. She is survived by her son, Sammy, and her bitter ex-husband Sam with his secretary Jessica.”

“Well, at least you get an obituary,” Y/N quips. “Mine would just read: Soap Star Found Dead Next to Unidentified Woman in National Park.”

Jo even snorts at that. “Well, I’m sure Dean would cut and edit an adorable video tribute with a bunch of B-roll about you at your funeral.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Y/N pensively licks her lips, her heart doing those painful twinges again whenever she thinks of him. “You know yet what you’re gonna do next?”

“No, I-… I think I wanna produce,” Jo announces with determination in her hazel eyes. “I don’t wanna ask permission. I’m so tired of it all. For once, I wanna boss people around and tell ‘em what to do. You know, you were right.”

Baffled, Y/N raises a brow. “About what?”

“Men,” Jo says simply and then spits with fire, “I fucking hate them all. The Crowleys and the Dicks and the Cases and the Sams and the Deans… They make the choices. They dictate the terms… I’m sick of it all. I just hate asking them for anything.”

“Dean’s not so bad,” Y/N says quietly but doesn’t look at Jo. Her heart stings for the millionth time. “I got that role for the Sondheim musical. They called this morning.”

Jo’s lips curve into a soft smile that reaches her eyes. “Congrats. I’m not surprised. You were really fucking good.”

Y/N’s heart flutters a little at the compliment. Tears begin to sting her eyes. She can’t remember the last time Jo was nice to her. “Thank you.”

“You don’t seem happy about it,” Jo notes attentively.

“No, I am,” Y/N manages to choke out, but the sniffling betrays her intentions.

“But?”

Y/N bobs her head, swallowing. “I think I’m ready to talk about it now.”

“Fucking finally,” Jo huffs and rubs her cold and goosebump-littered arms as the heat disappears, the nightly air bringing a fresh breeze.

“Dean told me he loves me,” Y/N confesses. “He’s in love with me.”

“Yeah, no shit. Kinda obvious,” Jo says without a twitch of surprise. “Don’t feel bad for not loving him back. That’s what they want… For us to feel bad about every single fucking thing.”

“That’s just it. I don’t think that’s how I feel,” Y/N replies and lets out a jittery sigh.

Jo’s head turns to her, eyeing her friend up and down. “And how do we feel about that? I can’t tell. It’s too dark to see your face.”

“I-, uh, I don’t exactly know,” Y/N says, which is partially true. She might know how she feels about the green-eyed director, but not how she feels about the situation overall.

Jo purses her lips and nods. “Alright, here’s a couple of options: happy, excited, scared, or… repulsed?”

“Well, uhm… scared,” Y/N admits slowly and gulps. “And excited… happy.”

Jo throws her arms up, shaking her head at the stars. “Jesus fuck! Then what the fuck are we doing here?! Is that why you dragged me all the way to the fucking desert? Because you’re running from your feelings?”

“Kinda. I thought the peaceful quiet and beautiful nature would bring me some much-needed clarity,” Y/N explains.

Jo lifts a brow but tries not to seem too annoyed. She’s accustomed to her friend’s theatrics, after all. “And? Did it?”

“The hike didn’t, but facing death kinda does,” Y/N jokes and begins to laugh a little, Jo soon joining her. When their laughter dies down and the desert sounds of chirping crickets and screeching eagles remain, Y/N exhales a shaky breath. “I’m in love with him, too. He makes me really fucking happy. But… I finally feel like I’m on the right track with my career. I am where I’m supposed to be, you know? I don’t wanna throw that away for a guy.”

“Who says you should?”

“I don’t know… Isn’t that how it goes? You did it,” Y/N argues.

Jo licks her lips and clicks her tongue. “Yeah, ‘cause I chose the wrong fucking guy. Sam made me give up everything I ever loved and told me what to love instead. If you pick the right guy, he won’t make you do that.”

“How do I know it’s the right guy, though?”

Jo smiles softly. “Look, I’m not Dean’s biggest fan, but he’s yours. You know that, right? He’d never hold you back. He adores the ground you walk on. Yes, he’s an asshole with so many fucking issues, and he’s goddamn annoying most of the time, but he’s always had your back, even when he pretended that he didn’t. The guy would probably sell every limb and his fucking soul to see you get everything you ever wanted, Y/N. He wouldn’t be a mistake. You know what would be a mistake? Not trying because you’re too scared of making one. Don’t be fucking stupid.”

Thoughtfully, Y/N nods in agreement and grabs her crutches, rising from her rocky seat. “I need to see him. We have to head back to the city.”

“Finally! Thank fucking God.” With a grunt, Jo jumps to her feet and helps Y/N to steady hers. “Maybe the girls made a fire bright enough, so we can find our way back.”

“Shit.”

“What? They have matches, don’t they? I’m sure these bitches can manage a simple fire, right?” Jo then notices Y/N’s hand curling around her bicep, her grip tightening. And then, Jo glances in the direction of Y/N’s eyes and sees the same damn thing. Her brown eyes widen.

“Mountain lion.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” the blonde hisses and holds on to her friend as well. Both women freeze on the spot. “What-, uh, what should we do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should throw a stick?”

“A stick?” Jo arches her brow. The big cat snarls and stalks a little closer, making the two women jump back. Their hearts are thumping in their throats at this point. “It’s not a fucking dog, Y/N. It won’t play fetch with you.”

“I know that. How about you come up with a better idea, then?” Y/N snaps through gritted teeth. The lion hisses again, causing the women to tremble down to their bones and hug each other tighter. “I think I should jump it.”

“Are you nuts? No!”

“Look, while it eats me, you can flee. I can’t run with my cast anyways. This is the best option,” Y/N insists, but Jo vehemently shakes her head.

“Fuck no! You’re not sacrificing yourself. We die together. You’re not leaving me behind,” Jo maintains. “I always knew my death would be your fault. Don’t ask me how, but I knew you’d get me killed somehow.”

The wild cat takes another step forward and lowers to the ground as if to get ready to jump its prey – them. But then a few tumbling rocks and breaking twigs draw its attention behind the women. Is there an even bigger cat here?

And suddenly, Meg leaps forward from above them with a loud howl and snarls at the cat, which hastily tucks its tail between its legs and flees down the hill into the dark night. Y/N and Jo expel a big breath of relief and a shaky laugh as they find Meg.

“Meg, what the fuck? Did you just scare away a mountain lion?” Y/N gapes at her friend in utter disbelief.

Meg only shrugs her shoulders. “I hate cats. What are you guys doing out here so long?”

“We got lost. Couldn’t find our way back to camp,” Y/N explains.

Meg furrows her brow and thumbs behind her. “It’s just over there. You guys have been hiking around the same hill for five hours.”

Jo shoots Y/N a small glare of annoyance and blows some loose strands of blonde hair out of her face. “Of course we did…” she mutters.

“We have to get back to LA!” Y/N declares eagerly, trying to climb the small rocky hill with her crutches, foregoing the more suitable pathway.

“Right now? It’s probably 3am when we get to Burbank. Can’t this wait till tomorrow?” Jo says as she attempts to climb after her friend.

“No! I almost died! Twice… Dean needs to know how I feel before I get bit by a rattlesnake, too,” Y/N reiterates passionately.

“It’s probably for the best,” Meg chimes in. “We kinda forgot to pack food. I was about to hunt something for us when I ran into you guys. We have tons of drugs and booze, though.”

Y/N’s knuckles thunder persistently on Dean’s door and conjure up a storm. She has jumped out of Ruby’s limo so fast, the girls are still scrambling out and flooding Dean’s front lawn one by one. They’re loud and obnoxious, but the ringing in her ears makes their chatter barely noticeable.

The lock clicks and the door opens. Dean stands in front of her with weary green eyes, heavy with sleep, tousled bed-head, and a furiously scrunched brow. He half yawns and half grumbles, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Once he feels clearer, minus the soft buzz of whiskey remnants in his bloodstream, he blinks at the young actress in front of him and then tilts his head at the circus show behind her.

God, between his punk rock daughter and this, his neighbors must really hate him.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you guys supposed to be camping in fucking Joshua Tree?” His voice is a gravelly bark. He doesn’t mean to sound so harsh, especially when he just woke from a dream about her, but he’s not as masochistic as he used to be. He’s not a fan of torturing himself with the image of her any longer.

Y/N’s heart somersaults as soon as she sees him, even though his apprehension hurts a bit. “Look, I almost died tonight. We got lost in the desert and then a mountain lion almost fucking ate us.”

Dean licks his lips, nodding. “Yeah, I’m not fucking surprised. Told you Palm Springs is the better option. So, did anyone fucking die? What’s the head count?”

“No one died.”

“Huh. Then why the fuck are you here in the middle of the night, Y/N?” Dean bites, his brow creasing in anger. He can’t even fucking look at her for a second without his heart being on the brink of an explosion. Even saying her goddamn name hurts like needle pricks in an abused vein.

“I–” Y/N swallows thickly. Her drumming heart is stuck in her airway along with her words.

“She’s here to tell you she loves you!” Ruby hollers behind her before several girls tackle her and clasp her mouth shut.

Dean’s heart twists upon the sick joke, his frown deepening. But then he glances at Y/N and thinks he can spot the truth in her eyes. He thought that once before, though, and was terribly wrong.

Y/N gives a shrug of one shoulder with tears brimming in her eyes. A small smile forms on her lips. “What she said.”

Dean nods and drags a hand over his freckled face, feeling the tears well in his eyes, too. Fucking whiskey. Always renders him goddamn sentimental. “Look, uhm, you kinda gotta tell me this yourself. Otherwise, I won’t believe it, okay?”

Upon his request, Y/N takes a deep breath and looks him into his eyes. “I’m in fucking love with you.” As soon as the words are out, she starts crying and the tears fall down her cheeks. Meanwhile, Dean’s heart tumbles into free fall, and he’s sure not even a parachute can stop it. “I’ve never said that to anyone in my life. Is-, is it too late?”

Dean snorts and shakes his head, grinning brighter than the California sun on the longest day of the year. “Fuck no. Even if it had taken you thirty years, I still would’ve taken you back. That’s kinda how once-in-a-lifetime love works, sweetheart.”

“Okay. Sounds like a good movie,” Y/N jokes between her tears, her fingers tingling to touch him.

“Yeah, best one there is.”

His hands grab hold of her and pull her into his embrace. He claims her lips, Y/N eagerly parting her mouth as his tongue slips between. The kiss is rushed and fervent and perfectly desperate. They’re both so gone they can’t even hear the girls cheering and applauding them in the background.

“You’re gonna come inside?” Dean asks in a murmur against her lips, barely letting her breath.

“Uhm…”

“Hey, Lothario, you got space for us, too?” Cassie shouts with a wide smirk.

“Yeah, we’re fucking starving,” Ruby adds with an impatiently arched brow.

“We, uh, forgot to pack food,” Y/N explains with a chuckle.

Dean sighs and smiles knowingly. “Of course you did.” He then turns to the women waiting on his lawn. “Alright, get in. I’ll order some pizzas.”

The women then proceed to brush past the couple and filter into Dean’s house. Missouri pinches his cheeks, Ruby pats his head, Cassie fist-bumps him and sends Y/N a flirty wink, Meg tousles his hair, Charlie shrugs apologetically, and Jo offers an annoyed eye roll.

“I’m never gonna get rid of them, am I?” Dean looks down at her and tightens his jaw, even when a grin is visible.

“No, I’m afraid not. It’s like you’ve adopted twelve strays. One of which actually turned out to be your long-lost puppy. They’re gonna be here until you die and then eat your corpse,” Y/N quips.

“Funny.” Dean clicks his tongue, his dimples itching to form a grin.

“Oooo! Let’s call the guys!” he hears Ruby exclaim from inside his living room. “It’s a fucking wrap party at the boss’ house!”

“No! No party! Guys, c’mon!” Dean storms inside after them, leaving Y/N giggling on his doorstep.

“Let’s call Garth, Kevin, and Benny!” Donna suggests, ignoring his protests. It’s like they can’t fucking hear him.

“I’ll call my husband, too!” Bela adds and eagerly dials Cas’ number on his landline.

“Oh, right, Cas…” Dean mutters with an eye roll as he remembers the impromptu wedding. “No fucking Benny!”

Y/N joins his side and rubs his back in comfort as he watches his house sink into female doom. “You okay?”

The deep trenches in his brow flatten into soft valleys as his green eyes lock on her. He dips his head and pulls her to his lips, kissing her slow and reverently. “Better.” He smirks. “Just gonna have to sage the whole house tomorrow.”

That earns him a playful slap on his chest. He laughs and pulls her closer with an arm around her waist.

“Hey, uh, speaking of party…” Dean mumbles before he addresses the whole room, grabbing their attention with an authoritative clear of his throat. He’s still got it. “You guys wanna do shows in Vegas?”

“What?!”

Dean’s eyes find Y/N’s gaping face. He chuckles a little. “Yeah, uh, Bobby offered me a deal. There’s nothing in the network contract about live shows. I already went over it with Cas this afternoon. It pays well, too. You guys interested? It’s not like any of you have actual jobs lined up, right?”

Y/N closes her mouth. “I got that Sondheim musical in San Diego. It’s a workshop production, but if it goes well, it could go all the way to Broadway. I could end up in New York.”

“Good,” Dean says and smirks. “You’re fucking fired.”

“WHAT?!” Y/N’s mouth falls open again. “You said you’d never fire me!”

“Yeah, well, this is for your own good,” Dean reasons. “You think I’m gonna let you quit Sondheim for some stupid wrestling show in Vegas? You gotta be fucking nuts! This is what you fucking wanted. Don’t make me kick your stupid ass onto that stage. It’s gonna look embarrassing for you again…”

Y/N bites her lips to conceal her grin. Her eyes meet Jo’s, who mouths ‘I told you so’ at her. “Thank you,” she tells Dean and kisses his cheek. He furrows his brow at her in suspicion. “But rehearsals don’t start until June. Still gonna need a job till then.”

“Oh.” Dean’s brow shoots up in realization. “The June in nine months?”

“Yeah, the June in nine months,” Y/N confirms with a laugh.

“Whoops. Well, consider yourself rehired till June, then,” Dean relents.

“So, if I ever have to work in New York–”

“Then we’ll go to New York. Big fucking whoop-dee-doo. You know I hate LA.”

Y/N giggles, nodding. “What would you do in New York?”

“Same I do here, just on a little balcony instead of a backyard. I sit with my typewriter by a table and smoke and drink,” Dean retorts. “I’ve actually been working on a new script. I’m moving away from horror and into Western.”

“Got inspired by the motel’s wallpaper, huh?” Y/N teases. “What’s it about?”

“Father-daughter storyline. Thought I’d give that a shot…”

1990, 5 years later…

“Dean! We’re gonna be late!” Y/N reminds him and holds the blindfold in place over her eyes as he drags her somewhere by the hand. Her heels can barely keep up with his fast pace. “You know, check-in at LAX is the worst. Our flight departs in two hours. I’m nominated, Dean! I can’t reschedule! The girls are all flying in, too…”

“I know! I’m fucking hurrying, okay?” Dean assures. However, she can hear the stress and tension in his gravelly voice. He then suddenly halts and positions her into place by her shoulders before carefully taking off the blindfold. “Alright, here we are.”

Y/N blinks her eyes open and recognizes blurry shapes of purple and gold. She lifts an eyebrow as ornaments on the walls and a big stage come into view as well. “The Aztec porno theater?”

“Mayan,” Dean corrects her and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he gets down in front of her on one knee and tries to fumble out the too-big ring box from his too-tiny suit jacket pocket. “Son of a bitch!”

“Dean, wait!” Y/N stops his endeavor with raised palms, her eyebrows meeting her hairline when she realizes what he’s about to do.

“Oh, c’mon, Y/N!” Dean frowns in frustration and rises to his feet with a huff and a shaking head. “I know you’re against marriage and the patriarchy and all that bullshit, but c’mon… We’ve been dating for five years. We have a good thing going, right?”

After spending a whole year in beautiful Las Vegas – the Paris of Nevada – the two of them moved to New York. Dean sold his house in Burbank and opted for a Brooklyn apartment instead. Claire also studied film at NYU before she graduated last Spring. But every few months, the couple finds themselves back in LA – for interviews, for business, for friends.

“Dean–”

“No! You know me. I’d make a great fucking husband. You love it when I make reporters laugh on the red carpet. I’m an awesome trophy husband, okay?”

“DEAN!”

“WHAT?!”

Why the fuck is she angry now? He should be the one that’s angry. She’s turning down the best opportunity of her life. She should consider herself lucky he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. He even had an amazing speech prepared to knock her right off her feet, but does he get to say it now? How he wanted to grow fucking old together and support each other? How he wanted to marry her all those years ago when she told him she was pregnant? Nope...

“I’m fucking pregnant!”

Dean blinks at her in confusion before his eyes begin to wander around the familiar theater. Did he take something? Drink too much? Did he actually travel through time or is this a weird fever dream on his deathbed?

“What’s it with you and this theater? And why do you always yell that?”

“Because you never listen.” Y/N giggles and bites her lower lip. “And I’ll gladly marry you if that’s what you were going for. I just figured I’d tell you before in case you wanna change your mind and bail.”

“Why the fuck would I bail?” Dean’s brows knit together, close to offense.

She shrugs and holds up her palms in surrender. “I don’t know! I didn’t want you to feel trapped.”

“Why? Isn’t it mine?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, a grin twitching on her pink lips as she slaps his arm. “Yes, of course it’s yours.”

“And you’re keeping it? You sure?” Dean throws her a quizzical look.

Her brow furrows. “Why, you aren’t?”

“No, I am!” he assures her swiftly, realizing how it sounded. “Hell yeah, I want another kid! You know I always wanted to make up for missing out on Claire so much! I finally get to change a diaper, go to the park, or the fucking zoo while my wife works… It’ll be so fun!”

Y/N tries to stifle her laugh. He seems happy, judging by the joyful glint in his green eyes. They resemble sparkling emeralds.

“But are you sure, y' know?” Dean checks with a deep look into her eyes. “I mean, I do what I can to support you and keep the thing alive in your absence, but you know you’re still gonna be benched for a couple of months, right? I’m not a fucking seahorse.”

Y/N laughs a little at that. “I know. I’m fine with sitting on the bench for a little while. I’m kinda exhausted. I did two Broadway musicals almost back to back, three off-Broadway shows, all the workshops and the rehearsals and Matinees and the dancing and the singing… Not to mention I’m nominated for a fucking Tony tonight,” she says and is close to out of breath by the time she finishes her list of accomplishments.

“Which you’re gonna win,” Dean reassures her persistently. He’s been telling her since the nominations were announced (and even before that when he first saw her in the role on the first night).

“We’ll see,” she brushes him off, although her blushed cheeks betray her words. In her heart, she hopes so as well. “Anyways, I could use the break,” she admits and takes his hands in hers, interlacing their fingers. She places a loving kiss on his lips. “Right time, right guy, right baby,” she says, smiling.

Dean squeezes her hand happily and pulls her to his lips for a searing kiss. “So, where did we land on that whole marriage thing?”

“See? You’re never listening,” she teases, laughing. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Under one condition…”

Dean smirks. “I've had the same exact thought – Vegas. It’s perfect!”

“What, no! I don’t wanna get married in filthy Vegas, you dork!” Y/N frowns playfully, shaking her head. “I wanna get married in Nebraska. I want my dad to marry us."

Dean’s brow creases. He chuckles in amusement. “What, like a shotgun wedding? Could be fun… Pastor marries pregnant daughter to older man. Is this gonna make headlines in the townie paper?”

Y/N snorts, shaking her head at him. “No, it’s a shotgun wedding. It’s very common,” she deadpans.

“I’ve never met your parents,” Dean realizes then. “Why have I never met your parents? It’s weird they never come visit you,” he ponders.

“Oh no, they do,” Y/N tells him, pursing her lips as she twirls her hair around her finger. “They’ve seen me both in Into The Woods and Gypsy.”

“Really, when?” Dean narrows his eyes at her.

“Whenever you were in LA, visiting Claire,” Y/N admits ruefully. She never told them she was dating the director, not sure if they’d approve – not that she gives a shit, but she wanted to spare herself all the sermons and the exploring of the Sunday school dating pool. Whenever they asked who owned the men’s clothes in her apartment, she lied and said she had a gay-but-in-the-closet roommate. “But you can meet them now,” she promises with a reassuring smile on her lips. Thank God she’s an excellent, Tony-nominated actress. “I’m sure they learn to love you just like I did.”

“Learn to?”

“I love you.” Y/N smiles mischievously and shuts up any further comments by kissing him.

Dean grins and relents with a blissful sigh. “I love you, too.”

THE END 🌅

Thank you all so much for reading and making me laugh with your comments and screams throughout! 🤍

Are we done with these two for good? Probably not. I've left gaps and doors open on purpose, so I'm sure they'll make an appearance again at some point in the future 😉

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago

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Halloween Under The Sea

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean’s five year old sister convinces them to celebrate Halloween

“Please please please!”

“I don’t get it,” Dean groaned. “You’ve never cared about Halloween before, why do you want to celebrate so bad now?”

“You didn’t tell me how cool it was before,” you argued. “But-but me and Sammy went to the park today, and we met a girl,” you took a deep breath, pausing in your rapid fire speech before continuing. “And she was my age, and she-and she was so cool!” You were so excited that your brain couldn’t keep up with your tongue. “And she told me all about how you dress up, and get candy, and it’s lots of fun!”

“Thanks, Sam,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, I didn’t know that kid was gonna do that,” Sam hissed back. “If you’d have taken her to the store with you like I said-“

“So can we do Halloween?” Your voice broke up the whispered argument.

“Look, kid-“ Dean’s negative tone was cut short when he took one look at your pleading face. “Dang it,” he muttered. “When did you get so cute?” He took a deep breath. “What did you want to dress up as again?”

…

“This is ridiculous,” Sam groaned.

“Hey, at least you got the human,” Dean said.

“I’ll take a lobster over this itchy prince costume any day,” Sam grumbled.

“Dude, Sebastian is a crab,” Dean said.

“I can’t believe you know its name,” Sam scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Y/N made me watch the movie four times to prep for tonight,” Dean huffed. “You’re just lucky you managed to find excuses to get out of it.”

“Yeah, and even with the excuses I had to watch it twice.”

“It’s time, it’s time, it’s time!” Both boys quieted at the sound of your yelling as you exited the bathroom, a bright red wig on your head, and Ariel’s iconic pink dress swishing around with every movement.

“Commere baby,” Dean kneeled down to straighten your very-crooked wig, and you grinned at him.

“Why thank you, Sebastian,” you giggled, and he smiled tolerantly.

“Any time, fair princess.”

“Prince Eric!” Sam smiled when you turned to look at him, and he bowed when you curtsied. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Of course.” Sam did his best to play along, holding out his arm to escort you out. Dean trailed behind, struggling to fit through the small door with his giant shell hanging off his back.

This is going to be a long night, Dean thought. But then, when he finally made it out the door, he saw you again.

You were hanging off Sam’s arm, the biggest grin on your face, and Sam was laughing at something you had said.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Especially since Dean managed to get a picture of Sam dressed up like a Disney prince. It was too bad that he didn’t know Sam also snapped a picture of him dressed like a crab.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean and sam #dean winchester x you #supernatural dean #the winchesters #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister #dean winchester x sister #dean winchester x little sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #spn sam winchester #sam winchester x you #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x sister!reader #supernatural sam #supernatural

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runawaydr3amerao3 · 10 months ago

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Dean: *wakes up*

Dean: jfc wtf happened

Dean: is that a leaf

Dean: *leaf in face*

Dean: yeah that's a leaf all right

Dean: *looks down*

Dean: is that a bunny

Dean: *bunny in face*

Dean: yeah that's a bunny all right

Stackednatural- 191/327

Regarding Dean (12x11) February 9th, 2017

#ladies and gentlemen #the great hunter dean winchester #watch as he uses his POWER OF DEDUCTION #and his KEEN OBSERVATION SKILLS #all while being a pretty pretty princess #a disney princess #supernatural #dean winchester #spn #spn 12x11 #regarding dean #jensen ackles

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spnyouresostupid · 2 years ago

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#Disney princess eyes #yellow fever #spn 4x06 #anxiety 101 #supernatural #listen to our podcast #dean winchester #jensen ackles #season 4 #ep77

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 10 months ago

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Please note that a character currently needs at least 3 submissions to make it into the poll

That said:

Has 3 Submissions or more:

Achilles - The Iliad

Adrien Agreste - Miraculous Ladybug

Alexander Hamilton - Hamilton

Batman - DC

Blitzo - Helluva Boss

Charlie Morningstar - Hazbin Hotel

Claire Fraser - Outlander

Clary Fray/Fairchild - Shadowhunters

Daphne Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

Dr. Heinrich Faust - Goethes Faust

Ebony Darkness Dementia Raven Way - My Immortal

Edward Elric - Fullmetal Alchemist

Elena Gilbert - Vampire Diaries

Feyre Archeron - A Court Of Thorns And Roses

Frasier Crane - Frasier

Gray Wing - Warrior Cats

Holden Caulfield - The Catcher in the Rye

Jimmy - Mouthwashing

Joker - Persona 5

Kirito - Sword Art Online

Kohaku - Dr. Stone

Makoto Itou - School Days

Marinette Dupain-Cheng - Miraculous Ladybug

Navier - Remarried Princess

Nesta Archeron - A Court of Thorns and Roses

Quentin Coldwater - The Magicians (books)

Scott Pilgrim - Scott Pilgrim

Tim Jackson Drake - DC

Tom Paris - Star Trek: Voyager

Victor Frankenstein - Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus

Yukitero "Yukki" Amano - Future Diary

Has 2 Submissions:

Animal Crossing New Horizons' Player Character - Animal Crossing New Horizons

Arthur Pendragon - BBC Merlin

Bakugou Katsuki - My Hero Academia

BEOWULF - BEOWULF

Bloom Peters - Winx Club

Claire - Ship It

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Duck Dodgers - Duck Dodgers in the 24 1/2 century

Eikichi Onizuka - Great Teacher Onizuka

Elizabeth - Bioshock Burial at Sea

Elric of Melniborne - The Elric Saga

Emiya Shirou - Fate Stay Night

Eren Jaegar - Shingeki no Kyojin

Ezra Bridger - Star Wars Rebels

Hazel Lancester - The Fault In Our Stars

Jack Torrance - The Shining

James Bond - James Bond

Jaune Arc - RWBY

John Proctor - The Crucible

Odysseus - The Odyssey

Oliver Armstrong - Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Peppa Pig - Peppa Pig

Piper - Orange is the new Black

Rhaenyra Targaryen - House of the Dragon

Riley Matthews - Girl Meets World

Roy Musang - Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Sasuke - Naruto

Sheldon Cooper - Big Bang Theory

Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan) - Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

Snow Villiers - Final Fantasy 13

Wade Watts - Ready Player One

William Afton - FNaF Ultimate Custom Night

Zack Morris - Saved by the Bell

Has 1 Submission

Ahsoka - Ahsoka Disney+

Ahsoka Tano - Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Akiyama Shun - Ryu Ga Gotoku/Yakuza

Aragorn - Lord of the Rings

Arek - So This Is Ever After

Ataru Moroboshi - Urusei Yatsura

August Landry - One Last Stop

Ayin - Lobotomy Corporation

Beatrice "Tris" Prior - Divergent

Betty Cooper - Riverdale

Bill Dickey - The Eltingville Club/Welcome to Eltingville

Billy Buddy/Dr. Horrible - Dr. Horrible's Sing Along

Billy Hatcher - Billy Hatcher and the giant egg

Black Star - Soul Eater

Blake - Pokemon Adventures Black 2 and White 2

Bubsy - Bubsy 3D

Caleb Widogast - Critical Role

character Tommy - Dream SMP

Charley Pollard - Doctor Who

Charlie - Charlie's Inferno - That Handsome Devil

Choromatsu Matsuno - Osomatsu-san

Claire Danvers - Morganville Vampires

Clear Sky/Skystar - Warrior Cats

Colin Bridgerton - Bridgerton

Corrin - Fire Emblem Fates

Cory Matthews - Boy Meets World

Dal - Star Trek Prodigy

Damian Wayne - DC

Damon Salvatore - The Vampire Diaries

Daniel X - The Dangerous Days of Daniel X

Data - Star Trek The Next Generation

Dorrigo Evans - The Narrow Road to the Deep North book

Doug Eiffel - Wolf 359

Drizzt Do'Urden - Legend of Drizzt

Dr. Hanna Heath - People of the Book

Ellison Oswalt - Sinister

Emma Nelson - Degrassi: The Next Generation

Equality 7-2521 - Anthem

Frankie Landau Banks - The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks

Galadriel Higgins - The Scholomance Trilogy

Geralt of Rivia - The Last Wish, The Witcher books

Go Siwon - A Guy Like You

Hamlet - Hamlet

Haruto Kirishima - A Town Where You Live

Haruyuki Arita - Accel World

Heathcliff - Wuthering Heights

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

Homer Simpson - The Simpson

Howard Roark - The Fountainhead

Humbert Humbert - Lolita

James Bond - The Sean Connery James Bond Movies

James Holden - The Expanse book series

Jaypaw - Warrior Cats

Jean-Luc Picard - Star Trek The Next Generation

Jeff Winger - Community

Jim Hopper - Stranger Things

JJ - Cocomelon

Joaquin Monegro - Abel Sánchez

Jon Snow - ASoIaF

Jotaro Kujo - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Joy - Inside Out

Jughead Jones - Riverdale

Kade - Down to Earth Webtoon

Kazuya Tsukasa - Kamen Rider Decade

Kai - The Witch King

Kang Jinha - A Guy Like You

Katara - Avatar the Last Airbender

Katnis - Hunger Games

Kaz Kaan - Neo Yokio

Keiichi Maebara - Higurashi when they cry

Kelsier - Mistborn

Khai - Theory of Love - Thai BL Show

King Arthur - King Arthur: Legend of the Sword (2017)

Korra - Avatar: Legend of Korra

Koyomi Araragi - The Monogatari series

Kun-chan - Mirai

Lelouch Lamperouge - Code Geass

Leroy Jethro Gibbs - NCIS

Lily Blossom Bloom - It Ends With Us

Lionblaze - Warriors (Power of Three and Omen of the Stars)

Luna - Retro

Luffy - One Piece

Lyn - Fire Emblem

Makoto Naegi - Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Mal - Firefly

Manaow - Love Senior

Mark Watney - The Martian

Mary Poppins - Walt Disney's Mary Poppins

Merlin - BBC Merlin

Meursault - The Stranger

Mia - La La Land

Michael Burnham - Star Trek: Discovery

Mike Wheeler - Stranger Things

Miyo Sasaki - A Whisker Away

Mordecai - Regular Show

Nancy Botwin - Weeds

Natsuki Subaru - Re:Zero

Nick Carraway - The Great Gatsby

Nicole - Class of 09

Nightheart - Warrior Cats

North Italy - Hetalia

Okajima ""Rock"" Rokuro - Black Lagoon (Anime)

Okazaki Tomoya - Clannad

Okonkwo - Things Fall Apart (Chinua Achebe)

Otis Milburn - Sex Education

Patrick Bateman - American Psycho

Piper McLean - Heroes of Olympus

Pippa Fitz-Amobi - A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder

Ramona Flowers - Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World

Ramsey Snow - Game of Thrones

Rebecca Bunch - Crazy Ex-Girlfriend (TV show)

Remy the Rat - Ratatouille

Richard Cypher - Sword of Truth

Robert Langdon - The Da Vinci Code

Rodion Raskolnikov - Crime and Punishment

Rorschach - Watchmen

Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls

Ruby - Max & Ruby

Ryo Saeba - City Hunter

Sabrina Grimm - The Sisters Grimm

Sabrina Spellman - Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sami Reese - Little White Lie

Satou Kazuma - Konosuba

Senku Ishigami - Doctor Stone

Serena - Pokemon

Sherlock Holmes - BBC Sherlock

Shiori - Six Crimson Cranes

Shrek - Shrek

Souji Tendou - Kamen Rider Kabuto

Spike Witwicky - Transformers IDW comics

Star Butterfly - Star vs The Forces of Evil

Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf

Sydney Atherton - The Beetle

Tai Kamiya - Digimon Adventure

Takao - Garden of Words

Tara Webster - Dance Academy

Tarl Cabot - The Gor Chronicles

Teriella Rufeon - My Husband Changes Every Night

The Beheaded - Dead Cells

Tom Wachowski - The Sonic Movies

Traveller - Genshin Impact

Ukiyo Ace - Kamen Rider Geats

Vanellope von Schweetz - Ralph Breaks the internet

Velvet Crowe - Tales of Bersia

Violetta - Disney's Violetta

Winston Smith - 1984

Wolverine - X-Men

Wreck it Ralph - Ralph Breaks the Internet

Yu/Ai - Final Fantasy Unlimited

Yuri Zhivago - Doctor Zhivago

Yuusaku Godai - Maison Ikkoku

Available for Resubmission (needs at least 1 resubmission to participate)

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Alex Eagleston - YIIK

Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars

Aquamarin Hoshino - Oshi No Ko

Ash Ketchum - Pokemon

Atsuko Kagiri/Akko - Little Witch Academia

Beca Mitchell - Pitch Perfect

Brambleclaw - Warrior Cats

Coriolanus Snow - The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

Eragon - Eragon/Inheritance Cycle

Erika Shinohara - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Frank Reagan - Blue Bloods

Gregory - FNaF Security Breach

Harry Dresden - The Dresden Files

Harry DuBois - Disco Elysium

Katarina Claes - My Next Life as a Villainess

Kiris - On the Emperor's Lap

Kvothe - The Kingkiller Chronicles

Kyouya Sata - Ookami shoujo to kuro ouji

Mal - Descendants

Naofumi Iwatani - The Rising of the Shield Hero

Peter Pan - Peter Pan

Pucca - Pucca

Rand al'Thor - Wheel of Time

Rey - Star Wars

Rintaro Okabe - Steins;Gate

Scott McCall - Teen Wolf

Skullduggery Pleasant - Skullduggery Pleasant

Sophie Foster - Keeper of the Lost Cities

Stolas - Helluva Boss

Stuart Little - Stuart Little

The Tenth Doctor - Doctor Who

Tori Vega - Victorious

Wanda Maximoff - MCU

Wei (Ying) Wuxian - Mo Dao Zu Shi

Xander Harris - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Y/N - Fanfiction

Currently unavailable for a new Round:

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius/Celaena Sardothien - Throne of Glass

Artemis Fowl - Artemis Fowl

Bella Swan - Twilight

Bloom Peters - Fate: The Winx Saga

Bojack Horseman - Bojack Horseman

Caillou - Caillou

Dr Gregory House - House MD

Elsa - Frozen

Evan Hansen - Dear Evan Hansen

Ferris Bueller - Ferris Bueller's Day off

Harry Potter - Harry Potter

Heywood Floyd - Space Odyssey

Izuku (Deku) Midoriya - Boku no Hero Academia

Kazuya Kinoshita - Rent-a-Girlfriend

Light Yagami - Death Note

Meliodas - Seven Deadly Sins

Oscar - Shark Tale

Owen Grady - Jurassic World

Peter Griffin - Family Guy

Rachel Berry - Glee

Richard Rahl - Seeker of Truth/Legend of the Seeker

Robin - Teen Titans Go

Ross Geller - Friends

Ted Mosby - How I Met Your Mother

Tony Stark - MCU

Velma - Velma

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Zoey Redbird - The House of Night

#insufferable protagonist tournament #insufferable protagonist poll

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fanfictionalraven · 9 months ago

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Piece by Piece Pt 6

Title: Piece By Piece Pt. 6

Summary: It’s date night for Dean and the reader.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester Sam Winchester, Original Characters

Word Count: 4,013

Warnings: Implied smut

Author’s Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2017.

Read Piece by Piece Pt. 5 here.

Between working at the hospital and being a single mother, you didn’t have a lot of time to be glamorous. Sure, you’d been on a few dates and even had a couple of serious relationships but they didn’t last long and your last date had been over a year and a half ago. You’d actually forgotten this dress was hanging in your closet until M.K. found it. It was a simple black dress that Lily had talked you into buying for a date you ended up cancelling at the last minute. You’d been meaning to return the dress but it slipped your mind.

“Momma, wait,” M.K. says, watching you closely. Your hand freezes. You’re leaning over the bathroom sink about to start your make-up for the night. You look over at your daughter, curious. You’re fresh out of the shower, your hair is still up in a towel and you’re only wearing your robe. You didn’t exactly have time to wait.

“What is it, M.K.?” You ask, trying to remain patient. She smiles at you sweetly.

“I don’t think you should wear a lot of make-up,” she tells you. You stand up straight now.

“No?” You ask. She smiles wider, showing off those dimples, and shakes her head.

“Daddy already thinks you’re beautiful,” she says. Your eyebrows raise in surprise.

“Did he tell you that?” You ask. She giggles and shakes her head. You nod slightly, looking back into your make-up bag. “Then how do you know?” You lean back into the mirror and she rolls her eyes.

“Because he’s got the prince look,” she says. You stop again and sigh, standing back up. You drop your powder back into the bag before lifting her up to sit on the edge of the counter.

“What’s the prince look?” You ask her. She smiles and shakes her head, like you’re asking her the silliest question she’s ever heard.

“In the Disney movies when the prince looks at the princess. Daddy looks at you like that,” she explains. You stare at her now, stunned. Clearing your throat, you look back at your make-up bag. Now that you think about it, Dean had never seen you with a lot of make-up. It didn’t matter that first night and it didn’t seem to matter now.

“Can I wear just a little bit?” You ask, looking back at your daughter. She laughs a little and nods her head.

“Just your eyes. You always make them look really pretty. And some lipstick,” she tells you. You smile widely and kiss her forehead before moving back to your make-up bag. You carefully apply your eyeliner and mascara. As you move to your lipstick, M.K. watches. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admit, glancing at her. She reaches over and puts her hand on your arm, comfortingly.

“It’s just Daddy,” she says. You laugh lightly and nod.

“I guess it is. How should I do my hair?” You ask her as you pull the towel off your head.

“Like you did when we took those pictures,” she tells you. You nod again, knowing exactly what she means. Down and natural. Your phone starts to ring in the bedroom and you set M.K. down on her feet.

“Can you get that for me?” You ask. She nods and runs into the bedroom as you start to dry your damp hair out. She doesn’t come back in until you turn the blow dryer off and when she does, she has the phone to her ear.

“She’s gonna wear that black dress she bought when you went shopping together and I told her not to wear a lot of make-up cause Daddy thinks she’s beautiful and she’s going to wear her hair down like I like it,” she says into the receiver. You look over and can’t help but laugh. “It’s Aunt Lily,” she tells you. You nod and reach for the phone, tucking it between your shoulder and ear.

“Doesn’t sound like you need my help at all,” Lily says, laughing. You smile as you walk back into the bedroom.

“I know. I’ve got my own little live-in beauty consultant,” you tell her, winking at M.K. Lily laughs again. “Sweetie, I’ve gotta get dressed,” you say, nodding towards the door. M.K. nods and runs from the room, closing the door behind her. “Should I have listened to her?” You ask into the phone. You can almost hear Lily roll her eyes.

“That dress looks amazing on you. You’ve never needed to wear much make-up. And your hair always looks lovely down. She’s a smart kid,” she says. You smile to yourself and nod, slipping out of your robe.

“Okay. Thank you,” you say. You put the phone on speaker and toss it onto the bed.

“You sound nervous,” she observes. You roll your eyes now, starting to get dressed.

“You sound like M.K.,” you tell her. She laughs again and you sigh. “I’m scared to death, Lily. I knew him for one night when he was 19. What if he isn’t the same man?”

“He probably isn’t. Are you the same person you were that night?” She asks. You frown slightly as you slip into the black dress. She takes your silence as her answer and continues. “It’s just a date, Y/N. If it doesn’t work out, then at least you’ll have the answer you’ve spent the last 11 years looking for.” You sit on the edge of the bed and slip into the matching black heels.

“You’re right. Thank you, Lils,” you tell her, picking the phone back up.

“It’s what I’m here for. Now get down there before M.K. tries to break down the door,” she says. You laugh and tell her goodbye before hanging up. You take one last look in the full-length mirror on the back of your door and nod appreciatively. If you were being honest, M.K. did pretty good helping you out. You looked good.

You take a deep breath before going down the stairs. You hear laughter coming from the dining room and turn the corner. It grows quiet instantly. M.K. and Sam are sitting at the table, smiling over at you widely. Dean, in the suit he’d been wearing yesterday, is staring at you, his mouth hanging open. Apparently, you looked really good.

“Wow,” Dean says quietly. You look down, blushing now.

“Isn’t she pretty, Daddy? Like a princess,” M.K. says, smiling proudly. Dean glances at her and laughs lightly, nodding.

“Yea, she’s really pretty,” he says. You look up at M.K. now and she winks at you. You bite back a laugh then look at Dean to find he’s staring at you again.

“Ready?” You ask him. He blinks then nods and walks over, taking your hand in his. You look at Sam as Dean starts to pull your hand. “Don’t play the cool uncle and let her stay up too late or binge on candy.” Sam laughs and waves a hand at you.

“Have fun,” he says. Dean pulls on your hand again and you allow him to lead you from the room and out the front door. You follow him to the waiting Impala where he holds the door open, allowing you slide into the passenger seat. You look around and smile as he makes his way around the car. It was exactly as you remembered it. Dean gets in on his side and looks over at you. He smiles and you can tell that the memories are returning to him as well.

The drive is silent, Dean navigating the town like he’s been here his whole life. He pulls the car into the parking lot and you find yourselves in a line of other cars waiting to be parked. Your eyes widen slightly. This was the nicest place in town. You’d been brought here once and it certainly wasn’t for a first date. You look over at Dean to find he’s frowning. He glances at you and tries to smile.

“Hate valets,” he admits. For the first time, you notice just how nervous he looks and you almost laugh. You reach over carefully, placing your hand on his arm. He looks at you, curiously.

“This isn’t us,” you tell him, shaking your head. “We are not five-star restaurant people.” You see the tension release in his shoulders almost instantly.

“Sam found it and told me to bring you here,” he says. “I gotta be honest, Y/N. I’ve never really taken a girl out on a real date before. Not like this. I don’t have any idea what I’m doing.” You smile and look at the line of cars in front of you.

“Get back on the road. Take a left then the second right. The Burger Joint, that’s what it’s called, is gonna be on your left. They have a drive-up window,” you tell him. He tries to fight back a smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks. You roll your eyes quickly.

“Dean, I’ve been here. I can’t even read the menu,” you say. He lets out a laugh and throws the car into reverse quickly. Following your simple directions, he easily finds The Burger Joint. There’s a car already at the window so he stops, waiting behind them. You slide over into the middle seat and he looks at you. “I’m gonna order.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says, smirking slightly. You wink at him then reach for his tie.

“Why don’t we get a little more comfortable?” You ask, loosening it for him. He smiles widely and pulls it off before tossing it into the backseat. His jacket and your heels follow it quickly. You watch as he undoes the top couple of buttons on his shirt and fight back the urge to finish the job.

“Better?” He asks, looking at you as he rolls his sleeves up. You tear your eyes from his arms and nod, smiling. The car at the window moves on and Dean pulls up next. You lean over and see him smiling at you widely.

“Hey, Y/N!! How are you?” The woman at the window, you know as Mama G, asks. You smile back at her.

“I’m good. How are you?” You ask her. She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

“Can’t complain. Got a hot date tonight?” She asks. You look at Dean and he nods once. Smiling, you look back up at Mama G.

“This is Dean. M.K.’s father,” you tell her. She smiles widely, looking at him.

“Really now?” She asks. Dean smiles at her and nods. “Good. What can I get for you two?”

“Can we get two double bacon cheeseburgers with everything?” You stop and look at Dean for confirmation. He smiles widely and nods. “A large fry should be okay. And…what dessert do you have tonight?”

“Cherry pie,” she says, writing on her pad.

“Two slices please,” you add quickly. She nods and slides the window closed. You lean back into the seat and find Dean staring at you, grinning. “What?” You ask, laughing. He shakes his head slightly. “That’s Mama G. She’s owned this place for longer than we’ve been alive and she is everyone’s Mama. She’s a great woman with an amazing story.”

“I bet,” he says, nodding.

“You’re still staring at me,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and shrugs.

“Can’t help it,” he says, that grin still plastered across his face. You lean in and press your lips to his quickly. You pull away too soon and his hands gently cradle your face, pulling you back into him. The kiss is slow, his lips moving against yours. One hand slides back, his fingers threading into your hair. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. “You look beautiful tonight. Have I told you that yet?”

“Not in so many words but I kinda got the idea,” you tell him, smiling. You look down at your dress and run the fingers over the fabric. “I actually bought this for a date a few months ago but cancelled it at the last minute. M.K. ended up sick. I think she was faking it though. She didn’t really care for him. Course she’s never really cared for anyone I dated.”

“Really?” He asks, his hand finding yours.

“Always told me you were gonna come back for us,” you admit. He laughs lightly and nods before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I’d have come back a lot sooner if I’d been able to find you,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and shake your head, taking his face in your hands.

“Let’s not worry about lost time. You’re here now,” you tell him. He nods before capturing your lips with his own again. A cough draws you away from each other and you both look up at the window. Mama G is smiling a knowing smile as she holds out a bag.

“Thanks,” Dean says as he takes the bag from her. He hands her some cash.

“You two behave yourselves now,” she tells you both with a wink as she hands Dean his change. You feel yourself blush again before Dean pulls away from the window.

“Where to?” He asks. You’re just about to slide back over to the far side when his arm comes around your shoulders, holding you close to his side. You look back at him to find he’s waiting for an answer.

“Ummmm,” you close your eyes, trying to think. “Drive out of town. See if we can find somewhere…private.” You open your eyes and are surprised by the look that greets you. He’s frowning.

“Y/N, we don’t have to – to do anything,” he says. You smile and shake your head before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“Dean, that’s not what I’m saying. I would rather go park in the middle of a field and talk all night than go to the city park where it’s just going to be noisy and all my neighbors can find us,” you tell him. He smiles now, relief in his eyes.

He hits the main road and drives out of town. After about 10 minutes, you spot a dirt road and point it out to him. It dead ends and he cuts the car off. You smile widely as you get out. The road had ended in a clearing tucked away between two wooded areas. The night sky was clear and star-filled. Nothing but the sound of crickets and a trickling stream nearby meet your ears. Perfect.

You turn back to the car and grab the bag of food. Dean’s rummaging around the trunk as you close the door. You move to his side and your eyes widen slightly.

“Wow,” you say. In the trunk was the largest assortment of weapons you’d ever seen. It looked like something from the movies. He looks at you and frowns slightly.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “Ah-ha! I knew it was in here somewhere.” He pulls out a blanket, the same blanket he’d wrapped the two of you in all those years ago, and slams the trunk closed.

He spreads the blanket out a few feet out from the car and you both take a seat. You hand him one of the burgers and he starts to ask you questions again while you eat. He asks you every little question he can think of for the next hour. They’re all questions about you and the pregnancy and birth and M.K. growing up. When he finally pauses, you pull the empty Styrofoam container that once held a slice of pie from his hands.

“Alright. There is literally nothing else for you to ask, Dean,” you say. You see him frown as he looks out into the distance. “Will you tell me what happened to you?”

“It ain’t pretty,” he says. You move a little closer to him and touch his cheek.

“I don’t scare easy, remember?” You ask him. He smiles a little then sighs before falling onto his back. You lie on your side, supporting yourself with your elbow. Your other hand comes to rest on his chest. He reaches up, taking your hand in his as he stares up at the stars.

“Dad died. Same demon that got Mom. Then Sam was having these visions cause he had demon blood in him.” He glances at you now but you keep your face under control. He wasn’t going to run you off that easily. “The demon was trying to build an army of these super-powered humans. And Sam got killed.” He looks at you again and this time your face betrays you. “Don’t worry. That’s all Sam babysitting tonight. I made a deal with another demon to get him back.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good idea,” you say, your voice quiet. He smiles a sad smile and shakes his head.

“They gave me a year. Sam and Bobby tried to find a way out but couldn’t. I spent a year in Hell before – well, before the angels pulled me back out a couple months ago,” he says. Your eyes widen as you stare down at him.

“You spent a year in Hell?” You ask, trying wrap your mind around his words.

“Felt like a lifetime,” he says, his eyes far away. You squeeze his hand and his eyes blink back to your face. “Now we’re working for Heaven’s douchebags trying to stop the apocalypse.” You let out a laugh.

“I take it you don’t particularly care for the angels,” you say. He sighs and shrugs.

“I don’t think they’re telling us everything,” he says. You nod and he pulls on your hand slightly. You smile and lay in his side, his arm wrapping around you tight. Your head comes to rest on his chest and you feel him move, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“The apocalypse, huh?” You ask. He nods, his hand running along your side slowly.

“Yep,” he says.

“Sounds dangerous,” you muse. He lets out a laugh.

“Yep,” he says again. You nod and feel him squeeze your waist slightly. “You still sure about this?” He asks. You sit up slightly, looking at him.

“Yep,” you say before leaning in and kissing him. He smiles and his fingers thread into your hair as your lips move against his. Just like before, you feel 17 again. His fingers leave goosebumps in their wake as they move along your arm slowly. A chill runs down your spine and he pulls away.

“Cold?” He asks, his voice suddenly huskier. You smile and look around.

“It is October,” you say. He smiles now too and starts to sit up, allowing you to move first. You look back at him and he brushes his fingers against your cheek.

“Maybe we should move to the car,” he suggests. You smile a little more and rise to your feet, fixing the skirt of your dress. Dean gathers the empty food containers and you pick up the blanket. While he’s stashing the trash in the trunk, you glance at him then slide into the backseat quickly. You lay the blanket in the floorboard and wait. The trunk closes and Dean moves around the car. He reaches for the driver’s side door before realizing you aren’t in the front. He slips into the backseat as well, pulling the door closed behind him again. He watches you for a moment then opens his mouth to speak. You reach over quickly and place a finger over his lips.

“Don’t talk,” you tell him, quietly. He nods once and you immediately replace your finger with your lips, sliding your arms around his neck. He lays you back slowly, his hands moving along your sides. He breaks away from your lips and looks down at you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this here? I mean we can go back to the house, to a bed,” he says quickly. You look at him and roll your eyes.

“If we go home, we’ll have to wait for her to go to bed. You wanna wait another two hours?” You ask. He stares down at you for a moment before his lips start to work along your neck. You let out a laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

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Much later that night, Dean rolls the Impala up to the house and parks on the side of the road. You’re sitting in the middle, tucked closely into his side, completely spent. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before you sit up and look around, sleepily. He slides out and you follow him, his arm coming around your waist instantly.

“You know, there’s room in the driveway for both our cars,” you tell him as the two of you make your way up to the house.

“Easier to get out if there’s an emergency,” he explains. You nod slightly and pull your keys from your purse, handing them to Dean. He unlocks and opens the door, allowing you to step inside first. You can hear the TV on in the living room and glance at the clock on the wall. It was way past M.K.’s bedtime. Dean closes the door and locks it before the two of you step into the living room. Sam looks over the couch and smiles.

“Hey,” he says, his voice dropped low. You look over the back and find M.K. asleep, curled into his side. “She’s been out for a while. I just haven’t gotten around to moving her.” You smile and move to step around the couch when Dean catches your elbow.

“I’ve got her. You go on up to bed,” he tells you. You smile and peck him quickly on the lips.

“You’re coming too, right?” You ask. He lets out a soft laugh and nods.

“Right behind you,” he says. You lean over the couch and sweep M.K.’s hair from her face before kissing her temple. On the way back up, you kiss Sam’s cheek quickly.

“Thank you,” you tell him. He laughs lightly and shrugs.

“We had fun,” he says. “G’night, Y/N.” You wave a hand at him before going up the stairs. Dean watches you go then steps around the couch. He carefully moves his arms underneath M.K.’s sleeping frame and lifts her up, resting her on his shoulder. Her arms move sleepily to rest around his neck and he smiles.

“Thanks, Sammy,” he tells his brother. Sam smiles and rises to his feet, turning the TV off.

“You two have a good time?” He asks as they start to make their way to the stairs, Sam turning the lights off.

“Oh, we had a great time,” he says. Sam lets out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Thanks for the nightmare fuel,” he tells him, stopping at M.K.’s door. He pushes it open and Dean winks at him.

“Night little brother,” he says. Sam nods and goes down the hall to the guest bedroom. Dean carefully lays M.K. down on her bed, thankful she’s already in her pajamas. She opens her eyes slowly and smiles at him.

“You’re back,” she mumbles. He laughs softly and nods, running a hand over her hair.

“We are. Go back to sleep,” he tells her. She nods and rolls onto her side. Dean takes the blankets and drapes them over her before turning to leave the room.

“Daddy,” M.K.’s tiny voice comes from the bed. Dean stops and looks back at her. “Can you turn on my light?” She asks, pointing to the nightlight plugged into the wall. Dean looks at it for a moment then back at her.

“You scared of the dark?” He asks. He can just see her head bob up and down. He smiles and walks over, turning the little flower shaped light on. He moves to the side of her bed and leans down, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Nothing in the dark is gonna hurt you as long as I’m around.” He tucks the blankets in around her then leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

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