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If We Don’t Make It...

@whispersandwhiskerburn - Angel, I made it!! :D 

This fic is for Angel’s 2K Follower Celebration - congratulations again, girl!

My song prompt was “Broken” by Lifehouse, and the dialogue prompt was “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know...”

Here’s a little taste of the lyrics:

The broken locks were a warning You got inside my head Tried my best to be guarded I'm an open book instead I still see your reflection Inside my eyes That are looking for a purpose They’re still looking for life

Sometimes darkness can be so absolute.

You lie there for a second, listening. Then you try and shift your body, feel that everything is still there and mobile, not trapped under debris or broken or bleeding profusely. “Dean?” you whisper, then try to move. God, it hurts. All of it. You feel like a football team used you as a tackle dummy. “Dean?” you say a little louder, then force yourself to sit up, moaning softly. You hear a rustle nearby, and you freeze, not sure if it's him.

A clutch of panic freezes your lungs for a moment, your heart pounding almost painfully in your chest. It couldn't be the wendigo, Dean shot that thing right in its gut, and you saw it burst into flames before it reared up, hitting the rotten timbers of the ceiling and sending them crashing down on you both. The opening you had entered through is now sealed off with tons of dirt and debris, but at the moment, you just want to find Dean.

A groan and the sound of movement shifts your attention directly to your left. “Dean! Are you okay?”

A quiet 'fuck!' reaches your ears, and then, “I'm fine. Are you hurt? Can you move?” You reach out a hand and collide with one of his, and he holds on firmly. “Are you bleeding anywhere?”

“I don't think so. I don't think anything serious. How about you? Damn it, I wish we had a light!”

“I... I think I might have a slight problem.” A flare of flame sears your retinas, leaving you momentarily blind before vision fades slowly back in the glow of his lighter. You inhale sharply at the sight before you, your hand flying to cover your mouth for a moment before speaking.

“Shit. Dean... shit.”

He lets out a laugh that’s half-moan. “Yeah. Kind of impaled myself here.”

“Dean… omg…” You squeeze your eyes shut tight for a second, internally yelling at yourself to stay calm, to act like everything’s going to be fine. It will. “Give me your lighter for a sec, let me see if I can find something to use for a torch.” He nods, swallowing hard against what you know must be overwhelming pain. You take the lighter, scanning around the room, trying not to gag at the remains of the wendigo’s past meals lying in random piles here and there. There are a few human-type touches here and there, probably from someone he… well, already ate. The creature had piled the belongings of his past kills in a corner, and you head there, digging through, hoping to find anything helpful.

A canteen, mostly full, sloshes as you shake it, and you put the strap over your shoulder, continuing your search. There are a couple of flashlights, and – hallelujah, a lantern! A backpack, heavy with its load, gets slung over your shoulder next, and you set the lantern up, lighting it before closing Dean’s lighter.

“Gotta say, I wouldn’t give this place four stars,” he jokes, his voice rough and strained.

“Oh, I don’t know – look at all these amenities,” you smile back, fighting like hell to keep the waver from your voice. You move quickly back towards him, setting the lantern down close by. “Let’s have a look at that, shall we?”

You brace yourself, digging through the backpack to hide your face, hide the struggle to control yourself. The first thing you pull out is a bottle of whiskey, and you close your eyes in gratitude. A first aid kit? Awesome! You keep digging, finding energy bars, a couple of bottles of water, aspirin, matches and several other little gifts that just might keep you sane and alive until you get out of here.

If you get out of here.

You finally take a deep breath and lift the lantern to look more closely at Dean’s injury. He has a piece of rebar protruding from his chest, a couple of inches below his collarbone on the left side. His face looks pale, but his skin doesn’t feel clammy and he’s not showing any other signs of shock. Yet. You hold up the whiskey bottle, twisting the top and breaking the seal. “Want a swig?”

“Oh, hell, yeah,” he rasps, and you slip a hand beneath his head, lifting it carefully and letting him use his good hand to help control the flow.

“So – anything else broken or busted up that I should know about?” you ask, trying to keep things light. It’s not easy, because right now you’re scared shitless. 

“I don’t think so. This’ll kinda take your mind off the bumps and bruises,” he manages to say, his teeth clenched together as a wave of pain hits.

“Just lay still. I’m gonna see if it’s possible to dig out of here.”

“One more belt of that whiskey before you leave?”

You settle back on your heels, putting your hand to his face, and your emotions almost win for a moment or two. “Of course. As much as you want.”

After you help him drink a few swallows more, you move to find a couple of pieces of broken beam, hauling them over to prop his legs up. Then you strip your jacket off, shaking your head at his protests.

“I’m gonna be warm, I’ll be digging. We need to keep you from going into shock. So just take it easy, cowboy. Let somebody take care of you for a change.” You tuck the jacket, still carrying the warmth of your body, around him carefully, then venture a look at his face. He’s looking up at you, and the expression there puts a lump in your throat. You bend to kiss his forehead, then stand abruptly and make your way over to the pile of debris that blocks your exit.

You begin to pull at the broken timbers, focusing on moving one thing at a time, determined not to let defeat weigh you down. One chunk of wood after another, and when you find a piece that’s small enough for you to manage as a shovel, you dig the dirt away as you work. The longer you work, the more angry you get. That creature, that murdering asshole is not going to win. You will not let Dean die down here.

It feels like it’s been hours. You’re exhausted, no idea what time it is, but if you don’t rest you’ll collapse. You drop your makeshift tool and make your way over to Dean. “Hey, how’s it going?” he asks, and you battle back the sob that tries to make its way from your throat.

“Slow. I need to rest for a bit.” He looks up at your, a glint of pride in his eyes.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart. Just c’mere, get some sleep. We should probably conserve the lantern, anyway.” You nod, blinking back exhausted tears, and sit down at his right side before extinguishing the lantern. You feel his arm behind you, and you lay down, head on his shoulder, letting him hold you close in the inky blackness around you. You let your arm creep over his middle, resting on his belly, and hold him right back.

~~~~~~~~~~

It’s disconcerting when you wake, your eyes finding nothing to focus on as you open them. It takes you a moment to get your bearings, to realize where you are and what woke you. Dean shivers, and you squeeze your eyes closed, a wave of fear washing through you. You have to get him out of here. You feel carefully around until your fingers land on the lantern. You click Dean’s lighter a couple of times to get it going, and light the lantern, then turn your eyes to Dean’s still-sleeping face. You lay the back of your hand gently against his cheek, then his forehead. He feels hot, feverish, and a clutch of panic twists in your belly.

You carry the lantern over closer to where you are working, trying not to let the desperation of the situation overwhelm you. You will get him out of here or die trying, you tell yourself, and start working.

You actually start seeing a faint light through some spaces in the cave-in, and hope blooms in your chest. You are re-energized, yanking timbers free and tossing them aside, digging at the dirt with your crude shovel, and you turn towards Dean with a smile. “Dean, I can see light!”

That’s when it happens. The earth rumbles and you scream angrily at the fresh load of debris crashing down, dirt crumbling in around your feet. The wreckage blocking your way is just as bad, if not worse, now, the corridor outside filling in even more, your hard work made pointless. “No!! Damn it, no!” You lose control, shouting obscenities as you claw into the obstruction, pulling pieces free and flinging them wildly, digging with your fingers until you are spent and fall to your knees, sobbing.

Dean’s voice calling your name brings you back, and you grit your teeth, making yourself stop. He needs you, and you have to get through this. You grab the lantern and make your way over to where he lays, dropping to your knees beside him. “I’m sorry, Dean, I’m so sorry. It was working. It was working, but it’s all closed off again, and I don’t know if I...”

“Stop. Y/N, just stop. It’s all right.” He reaches for your hand, and swears softly. “Jesus, sweetheart, look at your hands.” Your face crumples again, and he pulls at you with his good arm, urging you to come closer. You bury your face in his uninjured shoulder, sobbing quietly as he hugs you tight to his side, murmuring calming words, his lips in your hair. “Please don’t cry, sweetheart. Please. It’ll be okay.”

“How is it gonna be okay? The one time you need me to save you, for once – and I can’t do it. You’ve always given everything for me, for Sam. I just wanted...”

“Listen.” The command stops your rant, and you turn your face up to look at him. “You worked your ass off shifting all that shit. You did the best you could, sweetheart. As good as Sammy or I could have done. It’s not your fault there was another collapse, it was bound to happen. And Sam is out there looking for us, okay? He’s looking for us, and he won’t stop until he finds us. You know that.” He looks into your eyes in the dim light, searching. Then his fingers grip the back of your head and pull you close, his lips gentle as they cling to yours. “You’re my hero, you got that? My fucking hero.”

Another little sob escapes your lips, and then you kiss him back with everything you have in you. As you pull back a bit, the lamp flickers, then dies. Dean cradles your head against his shoulder and holds you there for a moment before he speaks again. 

“I need you to listen to me, okay?” You nod, your head nestled against his neck, and he hesitates for a few seconds before he continues. After a shaky breath, he speaks softly. “If we don't make it out of this, I need you to know...”

“Dean! Please don’t say that!”

“You said you’d listen.” You bite at your lips to stop the words from bursting out, then nod again. “You know how I feel about family. You’ve been family to me, and to Sam. But in case we don’t get out of here, you need to know, before it’s too late. You’re more than family to me. You’ve always been more. I just never had the guts to tell you. Sorry I waited so long.”

You prop yourself up beside him and put your hands on his face, bending to kiss him. “I’ve loved you for so long,” you whisper against his lips. You kiss each other breathless, and then he moves just a little, groaning with pain. You sit up, feeling around in the darkness for the bottle. “How about taking me out for a drink?”

“Never let it be said I don’t know how to show a girl a good time,” he retorts, his voice strained with pain, and you grab one of the flashlights so you can guide the bottle to his lips. You both take several slugs from the bottle before you put the top on and shut off the light. You lie down at his side again, letting his arm surround you, clinging to him as much as you can without causing him pain.

You wake slowly, your head pounding. You hear muffled shouts, thudding noises, and you sit up, your eyes wide, reaching for the flashlight. “Dean! Dean? Do you hear? Someone’s here!”

He stirs a little, clearing his throat. “Yeah. I hear it.” His voice is faint, and a sense of urgency forces you to your feet. You rush over to where the doorway used to be, shouting at the top of your lungs. “Sam? Sam, is that you? We’re in here! Dean’s hurt, but we’re okay, we’re alive!”

~~~~~~~~~~

You walk into the bunker, breathing deep of the scent, books and coffee, gun oil and men and comfort. “What?” Dean asks as he stops behind you.

“Nothing. Just good to be home.” You look over your shoulder at him, smiling. His eyes are warm, sparkling as he teases you.

“Wait till you see how good it is when you actually, you know, go in.” He grins as you stick out your tongue, then head down the stairs.

He fights you, but you insist on putting him to bed. He's still fighting the fever and infection, although it's a damn sight better than a couple of days ago. He strips down to his boxers, even with his arm in a sling, and actually lets you help him get into a pair of sweats, then hits the pillow with a sigh. You cover him up and bend to kiss him, standing to leave, but he grabs your wrist. “Aren't you getting in?”

“You – want me to stay? Here?”

He looks at you, scanning over your features for clues to what you're thinking. “You know what I said back there, in the mine?” You nod hesitantly, your lip between your teeth. “I meant it. It wasn't just the heat of the moment, or me thinking I was gonna die. I meant what I said. Did you?” His voice is soft, his eyes showing the faintest hint of fear as he asks.

“I meant every word, Dean.” You can see the tension slip away from him as you speak, and he smiles.

“Well, then, yeah. I want you to stay.” You feel a little bubbling surge of joy, and you return his smile with a big one of your own.

“Okay. But first I want a long, hot shower. The one the nurses let me use at the hospital was barely a trickle.”

“I told you to let Sam take you home.”

“And I told you I wasn't leaving you. I'm just dying for our wonderful water pressure so I can feel like I really cleaned all the stink of that place off my skin.” You squeeze his hand and pull away slowly. “I'll be right back.”

When you come back he's down for the count, breathing deep, his good arm flung out to his side as if he's waiting for you. You stare at him for a few quiet moments, fully aware of how close you were to losing him. Then you push that painful thought away and climb in beside him, tucking yourself in close to his side. He sighs, his arm folding you in even closer, and you smile. His voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks, his face nuzzling into your freshly blow-dried hair.

“If we don't make it out of this – it'll be the best fuckin' thing that ever happened to me.”

Tagging my usual lovelies - don’t faint, I actually wrote something! (I know it’s been a while):

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My Side of the Story

This is my entry for the “Request2Write” side of @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2K Follower Celebration. We had two prompts to work with: a song and a dialogue line. My song was “My Side of the Story” by Hodges (link below) and my line will be bolded within the story. 

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccuW5O0p_OI

Summary: The reader abandons the Winchesters, almost costing Sam his life in the process... but there are two sides to every story and the brothers only know the one.

Word Count: 4100-ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader (kinda... it’s complicated)

Warnings: SPN level violence, language, angst

A/N: First off, if you don't already follow @whispersandwhiskerburn you should really get on that. Seriously, people. You’re missing out. Second, I gotta warn you that I might be a bit rusty as this is my first fic in awhile but I do have a part two in mind if you guys like this one so let me know!  Feedback appreciated as always.

“Sam? Y/N?”

Dean had his gun raised as he entered the log cabin, having sent Cas around back incase there were any demons left trying to escape. In all honesty, Y/N and his brother should have been able to take them all out by now but Dean knew that it never hurt to take precautions.

It seemed quiet enough as he walked further into the house, conducting a quick sweep of the main floor. But the quiet did little to easy his nerves. In fact, he found himself growing more and more uneasy as he made his way through the rooms.

There shouldn’t have been this many demons. Dean had already come across six bodies and he hadn't even made it upstairs. He found a bit of comfort in the fact that none of them had been Y/N or his brother, but the car they had hot-wired to get there was still parked out front so they should have responded when he called. Yet the house remained quiet while Dean’s mind screamed at him that something was wrong.

The upstairs consisted of three rooms and Dean had to step over a seventh body lying in the hallway as he made his way over to the first open door. As his eyes drifted past an eighth lying face down in the center of the room, they soon locked on a bloodied Sam, slumped against the far wall while another corpse rested beside him with Ruby’s knife protruding from it’s chest. Dean was across the room in seconds, sliding to his knees at his brothers side and pulling his face up to look at him.

“Sammy? Sam, hey, look at me.” Dean lightly tapped at his face, voice growing more desperate the longer his brother’s eyes remained closed. "Sam!”

Dean moved a hand to Sam’s neck, frantically searching for a pulse with his fingers.

“No, no, no no, no!”

A noise towards the hallway caught his attention and he glanced back, hoping to see Y/N standing in the doorway. Instead, a different woman stood there and as their eyes met hers flashed black with a smirk.

“Dean, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”

The only response she got was an almost animalistic roar as Dean reached over Sam, pulling the knife free from the dead demon beside him as he got to his feet and quickly closed the distance between them. He took a swing with the knife which she dodged and they began grappling for control over the weapon. As his rage fueled him Dean quickly gained the upper hand, shoving her into a window to gain some distance, sending the upper half of her body crashing through the glass. Dean raised the knife, but a movement outside caught his eye and for a moment he paused, a series of emotions washing over him: relief, confusion, hurt, until finally settling on anger.

Y/N was running across the lawn, heading towards the cars.

The sound of glass crunching drew his mind back to the task at hand and he quickly plunged the knife into the demons back, before grabbing the back of her shirt and dragging her out of the window. Letting the corpse fall to the ground with a thud as he stepped closer.

“Y/N!”

She paused in the open doorway of the car and, although he couldn’t make out the features of her face in the darkness of the night, Dean could tell she was staring up at him. But the moment only lasted for a second before she was getting into the car and kicking up dust as she peeled away. Heading back down the gravel driveway and away from the brothers.

“Dean.”

Dean ignored the gravelly voice that sounded behind him, continuing to stare after her. A mixture of rage and hurt fighting for control inside his mind as he watched her go. She’d abandoned them. She’d left Sam to die.

After everything they had gone through, after everything they had done to get Sam’s soul back he couldn’t believe that she would leave him to die like that. It didn’t make sense. But that’s what made it hurt even worse. Y/N had become a part of their family over the past two and a half years. She had worked just as hard as any of them to get Sam’s soul back. Dean had trusted her. He thought she had changed...

“Dean, this building has been warded. I can heal these wounds but we need to get Sam outside.”

Dean spun around at the mention of his brother, all thoughts of Y/N momentarily gone from his head as he took in the sight of the angel kneeling beside Sam. Before he could respond, a low groan coming from his brother once again had him running across the room. As Dean reached his side his hand quickly went to Sam’s neck, not believing what he had just heard. But sure enough, after a few moments, Dean found a pulse. It was faint, and Dean wasn’t surprised he had missed it before but it was there.

The two made quick work of getting Sam outside, and soon enough Sam was starring up at Dean from where he laid in the grass. Not a scratch on him.

Sam sat up, his hands moving to the large blood soaked gash in his shirt surprised to find the wound gone. But he couldn’t dwell on that long before a light smack to the back of his head had him looking bewilderedly up at his brother.

“What was that for?”

“We just got you back. Try not to fuck it up, will ya?”

Sam rolled his eyes but he couldn’t hide the small grin that was tugging at his lips as he rubbed his head. He looked from Dean to Cas, before glancing around. The smile falling from his face as quickly as it had come when he didn’t find what he was looking for.

“Where’s Y/N/N?”

You didn’t have much time left. 

One, maybe two days tops. But you had to find them. Failing wasn’t an option.

That was the only thing keeping you going as you stumbled along the dark road, silently praying that you were going the right direction. You were bloodied and tired, and after totaling your ‘borrowed’ car when you had briefly fallen asleep at the wheel you were a bit disorientated. But the GPS had said you were only a few miles from town, and if your information was right, only a few miles away from your boys.

You hadn’t seen them in years, or at least they hadn’t seen you. You did your best to keep tabs on them, both as a way to make sure you never crossed paths but also as a way to continually reassure yourself that they were alright. However, one afternoon, about four years ago, you had apparently received the wrong information and found yourself on the same hunt as the brothers. Once you’d realized this you had wasted no time in packing up and leaving town. They were the Winchesters after all. They could handle whatever nightmare was lurking around. But as you were on your way out you had spotted them heading into a small diner, and as you watched Dean give his brother a slight shove and saw the laughter take over Sam’s face you couldn’t hold back a teary laugh of your own.

That moment was all it took for you to know that you had made the right decision, and it was also the only moment during the past six years that you had seen them.

That had been enough for you, until two weeks ago when you decided that it wasn’t. You needed to see them one last time. You needed them to know that you loved them and that you leaving had nothing to do with them. Except it did. Just... not in the way they thought.

You weren’t an idiot. You knew from the moment your eyes met Dean’s up in that window what it must have looked like. That you were abandoning them. You had seen the love leave that man’s eyes the minute he thought you had left his brother there to die. It had taken everything in you to drive away that night. The only thing that had made it easier was knowing that Sammy would be alright and that Dean would have his brother too lean on in the days and weeks that followed your betrayal. Because you knew that’s what it was to him. A betrayal.  

And that was exactly why you had to find them. You could handle Dean hating you. Sure, it hurt, but you could handle it. What you couldn’t handle was knowing that Dean Winchester would have found some way to blame himself for why you left. And you refused to damn him to a life of thinking he wasn’t enough.

He had always been enough, and even if it was the last thing you did, you were going to make sure he knew that.

The sound of a horn and tires skidding on the asphalt pulled you abruptly from your thoughts, and you looked up in time to see a car just barely swerve around you. It stopped a few feet away, and as you turned to get a better look at it you couldn’t believe your eyes.

You’d know that car anywhere.

As you slowly approached the passenger side door of the ‘67 Impala, it opened and as soon as the man stepped out your knees buckled. But the pavement never came and you quickly found yourself being supported by the familiar giant.

“Whoa, hey, are you- Y/N?!” You heard the change in his voice as soon as your eyes met, flipping from genuine concern to one of pure shock and disbelief. But before you could say anything you were being ripped from his arms and slammed into the side of Baby. Your head colliding with the back passenger side window as you lost even more of your footing, faintly registering the sound of cracking glass. But all sound seemed to be lost on your ears as you stared up into the fiery green eyes of the man yelling mere inches away from your face.

You couldn't stop the tired smile that took over your face as you starred up at him. Everything was starting to grow a bit hazy but you knew it was him. No amount of exhaustion or bloodloss induced hallucination could mimic those eyes, and it was there in his grip that you finally let yourself succumb to the weight of the last few hours.

The last thing you remembered before losing consciousness was sliding to the ground as Sam dragged Dean off of you.

When you finally woke up you found yourself in the bed of a motel room. Neither Winchester to be found. 

Your heart began to race. Terrified that they had simply dumped you at some motel before getting as far away from you as possible. But no sooner had you begun to panic before they were both barging through the motel door, dripping wet and clearly in the middle of an argument.

“Why are we still here, Sam? We should have been gone hours ago.”

“Really Dean? We’re not going to just-” Sam was cut off as Dean hit him in the chest, nodding in your direction. “Oh, hey, you’re up.”

“How long was I out?”

“A few hours.” There was a slight pause as he looked to Dean, but when he realized his brother was going to be of no help he continued. “What, um- what happened to you?”

You sat up slowly, swinging your legs over so they were hanging off the side of the bed. After the week you had been having you knew you looked like shit, and the car crash had left you all sorts of banged up. None of which he knew about, so you couldn’t blame him for asking. 

“I’ve, uh- I’ve had a rough couple of days. Haven’t had much sleep and it just caught up to me I guess. Crashed the car a few miles out of town.”

“And you thought you’d just walk it off?”

You let out a small laugh as Sam walked over, sitting down next to you on the edge of the bed. “You could say that.”

Leave it to Sam to try and lighten the mood, even after all that had happened between you. It was something he always used to do whenever you were having a bad day or Dean had somehow pissed you off. The fact that he was still doing so now, even after everything, made you feel so incredibly unworthy of his friendship, but you were grateful nonetheless.

“Here, let me take a look at that.” He reached out, gently grasping your arm and inspecting the deep gash near your shoulder.

“I, uh- I was actually coming to find you.” You said, wanting to fill the silence. He paused but didn’t look up to meet your gaze before going back to his prodding and soon moving his attention to the wound at the back of your head.

“Both of you.” You sparred a glance over to Dean as he sat at a table on the far side of the room, seemingly occupied with cleaning the gun in front of him. When he didn’t show any signs of awknowledging you looked back to Sam. “I heard the two of you were working a case and I just- I was hoping we could talk.”

The only response you got was Sam declaring that your arm would need stitches before he abruptly stood up, walking over to a set of duffle bags and gathering some supplies. He was back beside you in a few moments but you could tell that the mood had once again shifted, and you didn’t push the subject any further.

The silence that took over the room as Sam got to work patching you up was almost suffocating. But it was the emotions rolling off each boy that really had you second guessing this whole thing. You couldn’t decide which was worse. The hurt written all across Sam’s face or the sheer hatred rolling off of Dean in waves.

Watching Sam’s face as he stitched up your arm you could tell he was fighting an internal battle, and the few times you had met his gaze it was clear to you what that battle was. He wanted answers. He wanted to know why you had left, and you could tell it was taking everything in his power not to ask. You just couldn't figure out if it was for your sake or Dean’s. However, one look at the man sitting across the room had you leaning towards the latter.

He was pissed, and you knew him well enough to know that the minute one of you broke the silence he would go off. The only thing keeping him contained at this point was the rhythmic process of cleaning his gun. Which, you weren't going to lie, had you a bit on edge yourself.

You couldn’t help but think that if Sam hadn’t been there when you ran into them Dean would have killed you. Your head still hurt from where you had smacked it against the window, and you were thankful that Sam had been quick to pull him off. You weren’t afraid to die. You just didn’t want it to be by his hands. Not for your sake, but for his. You knew that the truth would eventually come out and you didn't want him to blame himself any more than he already would. Not that he had a reason to, but you knew Dean. He always found a way to put the blame on his shoulders.

He hadn’t even sparred a glance in your direction since your first encounter, so you were surprised when his attention shifted to you without skipping a beat.

He must have felt your eyes on him, prompting the shift in his body as he raised the gun, lining up the barrel and tilting his head slightly, green eyes locking on target. You.

Yep. He hated you.

“Pew.”

“Dean.” You looked over, noticing that Sam had finished with the stitches and was now glaring disapprovingly at his brother.

Here we go.

At the same time that you muttered an ‘it’s fine’ to Sam, Dean smacked the gun down onto the table, eliciting a startled jump out of you, and Sam mirrored him as he abruptly rose to his feet.

“She left us, Sam. She left you to die! And you’re just, what, going to sit there and stitch her back up and pretend everything’s okay? Pretend that she would do the same for you? Because she wouldn’t!”

“It’s Y/N, Dean. What do you want me to do? Let her die?”

“She sure as hell didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“Yeah, well I do.” Sam turned around, gathering up the medical supplies from the bed and starting to put everything away.

“Dean, I’m sorry I-” You tried to offer some sort of apology, not wanting the two of them to fight with each other, but he cut you off.

“You’re sorry? You didn’t accidentally put a dent in Baby, Y/N! You left Sam bleeding out in a house full of demons! You just left him! If Cas and I hadn't showed up when we did he would be dead! My brother would be dead! So why don’t you take your ‘sorry’ and get the hell out.”

“I can’t.”

“And why the hell not? Like I said, you didn’t seem to have a problem with it six years ago.”

You looked to Sam but he quickly averted his eyes, continuing to clean up. He had no problem making sure Dean didn’t kill you, but when it came to getting a verbal beat down you couldn’t blame him that that’s how far his help would extend.

Looking back to Dean you could feel the tears already beginning to well up in your eyes. You had hoped you would be able to keep them at bay. After all, this wasn't their fault. Knowing what they know, you were getting everything you deserved. You just wished you could tell them the truth. Tell them your side of the story.

“Dean I- I can’t leave. Not like this. I know you hate me but...”

His harsh laugh cut you off, but there was no humor to be found in it.

“Hate you? Sweetheart, ‘hate’ doesn’t even begin to cut it.” The coldness in his voice and stare felt like a dagger to the heart. Never in a million years would you have thought that type of anger would be directed at you, at least not until six years ago.

This was the man you had fallen in love with no matter how hard you had tried to fight it at the time. This was the man you had spent countless nights sharing secrets and hopes and fears with. The man who knew more about you than anyone. The arms you used to run to and feel safe. The eyes that used to hold so much love in them that he never had to say it. But there were no traces of that love left, and although it was to be expected it still hurt. More than you thought humanly possible.

You made a move to speak but quickly snapped your mouth shut as a wave of emotion washed over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing it back before taking a deep breathe and shakily starting over.

“I- I know, and I wouldn’t expect anything less, I just- I had to see you one last time and at least try to explain myself...”

“What’s there to explain? You abandoned us. End of story.”

You had almost forgotten how stubborn the eldest Winchester could be, and it still infuriated you to no end.

“Thats bullshit! You know me better than that! You honestly think I would just abandon you guy’s like that? I know that it looked that way but it’s not. Dean, please, you have to believe me.

“Dean, come on. Just let her talk.”

Dean tossed his hands up in the air in exasperation as his brother walked over to him. “Why the hell are you taking her side?”

“I’m not. I’m just as upset as you are, man. But...” His eyes caught yours for a moment before looking back to his brother. “I also want to know what happened. Because I refuse to believe she just left me there to die.”

They both turned to look at you, the weight of their combined stares almost knocking you off your feet. This was what you had wanted. To be given the chance to explain yourself. But even now you weren’t sure what to say. You couldn’t tell them the truth but you didn’t want them believing a lie either. At the same time you couldn’t leave without knowing that they understood and forgave you, but how were you supposed to make them understand something they didn’t even know was happening.

“Well?”

Your eyes snapped to Dean’s, sensing that behind all that rage he wanted to hear your side of the story just as much as his brother.

“Do you trust me?”

Dean let out a humorless laugh, turning away and muttering to himself about how ‘unbelievable’ you were as he took a seat at the table. Sam quickly stepping up in an attempt to keep the peace.

“Y/N, no offense, but you can’t really expect us to-”

“Before, I mean. Did you trust me before?”

Sam answered without skipping a beat. “More than anyone.”

“A lot of good that did us.” Dean muttered, back to fiddling with his gun. But you ignored him.

“You trusted that I would have your back, that I would fight beside you no matter what?” 

Sam nodded and you continued. 

“Then I need you to trust me now when I say that I would never leave you behind, Sam. You are my best friend. You’re family.”

“No! You don’t get to use that word.” Dean interjected, leaning over in his chair and pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Dean...”

“No, Sam! She has exactly five seconds to tell us why she left or she’s gone.”

“I can’t. Dean, I want more than anything to give you the answer you’re looking for but it’s not that simple. There are things-”

“That’s it. You need to leave. Now.” 

“Dean, please.” He was across the room in an instant, grabbing your good arm and dragging you towards the door while you pleaded with him to believe you. “I know what it must have looked like, and I hate myself for how much I hurt you but I didn’t have a choice. ”

You were at the door now and he paused to open it, revealing the storm outside. It was probably early morning, but with the dark clouds over head it was hard to tell.  But Dean didn’t seem to notice the rain as he pushed you through the threshold. You spun around, casting a hopeful glance at Sam as he approached the door but he made no move to stop his brother or pull you back in. Instead, he handed you a grey hoodie, offering you a grim smile before turning and disappearing from view.

Seeing that his brother wasn’t going to come to your defense again, Dean moved to shut the door but before he could your hand shot out, holding it open. He glared down at you, fully prepared to tear into you even more but when he saw the defeated gaze staring back at him he restrained himself. Waiting for you to say whatever it was you had left to say.

It was as much of a surprise to you as it was to him when you stepped forward, pressing your lips to his in a brief kiss. Even more surprising was the fact that he let you, and as you pulled away, you said peace.

“I love you, Dean. I know you don’t believe that, but I do. I always have. Just- promise you’ll remember that, okay?”

When he looked away you knew you weren’t going to get a response so you stepped back, shrugging on Sam’s sweatshirt and pulling the hood up around your face before turning into the downpour. 

The rain masked your tears as you made your way out of the parking lot, heading toward the main road that would lead you back out of town. Just missing the old truck pull into the lot on the other side.

As you walked the empty streets you found a sense of calm in listening to the rain, and the roar of the water hitting pavement was almost enough to drown out the howling of the wind. 

Almost.

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[impalapiegirl67]

Haunted Memories

Summary: When you and Sam go on a hunt a small fight turns into a simple mistake. An unexpected turn of events lead to one question: Will you forgive Sam?

Pairings: Sam x reader, with a little Dean

Warnings: lots of angst, a little fluff towards the end

Word Count: 2,040 (with lyrics)

Beta: The lovely @jalove-wecallhimdean (my miracle worker)

A/N: This is for two challenges; @whispersandwhiskerburn Angel’s 2k follower challenge and @kas-not-cas 2.5k follower challenge. So sorry for being late (life is crazy). My song was Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra and my prompts are in bold. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

You could never trust Sam again, not after what he did. It all started with some stupid fight, hell, now it wasn’t even important enough to bring to mind. You’d forgotten exactly what started it. Maybe it was a mumbled insult, snarky remark, or someone being too controlling; whatever it was, it wasn’t enough for you to almost get killed over.

You’d been following omens and strange deaths in a small town called Blue Earth, Minnesota. It was definitely a demon that had already killed four people.

The drive to Blue Earth was filled with a deafening silence. You couldn’t even look at your boyfriend for whatever stupid thing he did. With the window open you could feel the chill of the early spring air, it was the only thing keeping you awake. It was a little over a six hour drive, but the uncomfortable silence made the ride feel like an eternity.

You should have went with Dean to hunt the shapeshifter.

When you finally got to Blue Earth you were relieved to finally get out of the car. Money was tight so of course you and Sam would have to share a room, which would be full of tension later tonight. Until then, you had work to do. You went to the morgue to check out the four victims while Sam went to interview relatives.

You never would get used to the smell of a morgue. You’d gotten in easy just by flashing your fake F.B.I badge to the older man at the front desk but as soon as you pushed open the old doors, the crisp stench of corpses filled your nose. You would never get used to staring at the lifeless bodies either. You called them ‘The Innocents’; you got it from your mom when she trained you to be a hunter. Their family members didn’t know it would be the last time they’d ever see them. They died unexpectedly because some monster killed them. They had a story and a life that just vanished because of the things they didn’t think were real, the things that went bump in the night.

Each of the victims had their throats slashed. Their pale faces and glassy eyes almost seemed to be begging for help. When you got closer to the body to examine the cut, you smelled it - sulfur. It was definitely a demon.

It was a long day, as soon as you got back to the motel room you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning, Sam had just gotten out of the shower. The two of you shuffled around each other in deafening silence while getting ready, “It’s definitely a demon, I smelled sulfur on the bodies.” You grabbed your gun, tucking it into its holster and an angel blade. You thought this hunt would be a milk run. You were so wrong.

You arrived too late. You’d received good intel about strange activity going on in an abandoned warehouse from one of Sam’s hunter contacts. You opened the large, heavy door of a secluded room to see a young girl tied to a chair in the middle . She had blood running down the front of her shirt and her throat was cut just like the others. Shit, a fifth victim. What the hell was this demon up to?

“I’ll take care of this.” Sam grumbled, not even bothering to look at you. You were surprised he didn’t want your help, you tried to interject, “I said I’ll take care of it. Go wait in the car!” he barked. Did he think you weren’t a capable hunter?

You stomped out of the old warehouse, mumbling to yourself when you suddenly heard someone else talking. “Hey Y/N, it’s such a lovely day, isn’t it?” You were looking for the source of the female voice when you turned around to see an innocent young girl, possessed. You reached for your angel blade only seconds too late when the demon knocked it out of your hands. “Now, now Y/N, I just wanna talk.”

“Yes, lovely weather for a cold hearted bitch like you!” When you lunged forward to grab the angel blade, you were too slow, again. She punched your face and sent you stumbling back. “What the hell do you want?”

“I was wondering when one of you hunters would show up, I was starting to think no one cared. Then to see not just a hunter come, but a Winchester and his little bitch.” Her smirk was pissing you off more than her cocky attitude. “So, Y/N, what’s going on? Is there trouble in paradise? Is that why little Sammy boy threw you out? Or are you just not useful anymore?”

“Shut. Up. Bitch.” You were hurt. What if Sam was just tired of you? “He doesn’t really think that.” It was more of a question than a statement. Thank God. You seen Baby’s headlights. Which meant either Sam or Dean could rescue you now, but it was far too late.

You saw the black smoke inch quickly towards your face and you couldn’t help but let it in. It was forced. Everything was. You couldn’t even move, she controlled everything. Dean! You tried to speak but all that came out were her words, “She attacked me,” pointing to the body on the ground, “I killed her... the demon.” You couldn’t control your words and the bitch was lying to Dean. Don’t hurt him! your mouth still wasn’t moving, but you were talking. You were talking to the black-eyed bitch that possessed you.

‘Don’t worry, I won’t hurt him. Not yet, anyways.’ She was talking to you and it terrified you. Dean and Sam, they were all you had. Your mom, the only family you’d had, was killed by a demon, which is how you got into the life and met the legendary Winchesters. They took you in after your mother died and took care of you, you couldn’t lose them. ‘I can hear what you’re thinking, darling. It’s not Dean I really want.’

‘Who... what do you want from me?’ You were panicking and if you had control of your body, you would be breathing heavy and teary eyed right about now. You were thankful for that because Dean was still standing right in front of you. “I‘ll stay here and take care of this and have you and Sam go home to the bunker and get you cleaned up and you can tell him all about what happened. Sound good?” You knew you and Sam weren’t on speaking terms, so she did too. Apparently she knew everything you knew. Shit.

It was a fairly short drive to the motel, but still silent. You were packing when she spoke to you again. ‘Sam. Sam is the one I want.’ He was all you had, sure, you were fighting now, but you loved him. She couldn’t do this. ‘Of all people, I wouldn’t think you cared. After all he is the reason you got possessed by me. This is all his fault.’ That stung, was it his fault? It couldn’t have been.

She had tried to kill Sam and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. He was just walking out of the bathroom, groggily after a long day of hunting. He had his back to me and she walked slowly, and started pulling out my angel blade when Dean walked in just in time. “Hey Y/N.” She slowly put the angel blade away. ‘Dean, here to save the day, as always. You just got lucky, Y/N.’ You sounded tired, “Hey Dean,” he looked at you differently now, and you didn’t know why.

“Sam and I were just headed out to get dinner, is there anything you want in particular?”

“I would kill for a burger right about now.”

“Alright, Sammy we are getting your girl a burger.”

When they left, you knew something felt off. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You hated being possessed.

[Sam’s POV]

Why did Dean want me to come with him to get food, he was perfectly capable of getting it by himself. “Dean, why’d I have to come with you?”

“Y/N, she’s possessed, we have to help her.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“My plan was to follow your plan!”

“My plan? I didn’t even know she was possessed!”

“Well, she’s either possessed or your girlfriend wants to kill you.”

“She,” his voice broke and there was a certain sadness in his voice, “She tried to kill me?”

“Right before I walked in dude, we have to fix this.”

“Okay, let’s do it.”

It had been months. Months. You still hadn’t forgiven him, not after the way she taunted you. She reminded you everyday for the two weeks that you were possessed about how it was Sam’s fault. She made threats to kill him everyday too. Towards the end you were numb, oblivious to any feeling and just stopped caring. You didn’t care if he lived or died. That’s why you couldn’t forgive him. She made you hate him, she was going to kill him and you didn’t care. Sure, you were glad they exorcised the bitch to hell, saving you and Sam in the process, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at him.

Little do you know

How I’m breaking while you fall asleep

Little do you know

I’m still haunted by the memory

Little do you know

I’m trying to pick myself from piece by piece

You were sleeping in the same bed again. It took you long enough, and you still didn’t trust yourself, but you were one to forgive. You wanted to forgive him, and yourself.

Little do you know

I need a little more time

Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside

I’ve been holding back

For the fear that you might change your mind

I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight

Little do you know

I need a little more time

You woke up due to the sun peeking through the dingy motel curtains. The sun shone bright on your face, and it hurt to open your eyes, but you could make out a figure by the door. You got scared when you felt the empty space next to you on the bed. “Sam, what’s going on?”

“I have to leave, I can’t keep seeing you like this. Every time I look in your eyes, there’s this pain there, and it won’t go away. I know it’s because of me and everything that happened.” He was tearing up and his voice was cracking trying to stop it. “I can’t even touch you anymore without you flinching.” You could see the hurt in his eyes, he didn’t want to leave. He was doing it for you because he loved you. “That’s why I have to leave.”

Away, away

I love you like you've never felt the pain, away

I promise you don’t have to be afraid, away

The love you see right here stays so lay your head on me

Little do you know

I know you’re hurt while I'm sound asleep

Little do you know

All my mistakes are solely drowning me

Little do you know

I’m trying to make it better piece by piece

Little do you know

I, I love you till the sun dies

“No you don’t, you can’t leave me.” You were silently begging for him to never leave you. You didn’t think you could live without him.”

“Why? How can you stay with me after everything that happened?”

“You make me smile. That’s why. You make me cry, laugh sing, and get so angry I could kill you. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Away, just wait

I love you like I've never felt the pain, just wait

I love you like I’ve never been afraid, just wait

Our love we see right here stays so lay your head on me

'Cause little do you know

I love you till the sun dies

It’s true. You’d love him no matter what you went through. You could never leave him, he was your better half. And he always would be.

Tags: (I’m tagging those who might be interested, if you want on or off please just let me know.)  @thetherianthropydaily (who helped with some wording when I was stuck) @wonderange  @such-a-common-girl  @kas-not-cas  @meganwinchester1999  @jayankles  @meganwinchester1999  @notnaturalanahi  @atc74  @sdavid09  @agentmarvel13  @skybinx-blog

[whispersandwhiskerburn]

Angel’s 2K Celebration Masterpost!

When I hit 2k followers, I came up with a list of 22 songs and a bunch of dramatic dialogue lines. I asked my followers to either Request2Read a fic written with a song and a dialogue prompt, or Request2Write an spn fic featuring the song and dialogue prompt.

The results were 

Below the read more you will find the Request2Write list of fics with links, prompts, and promos for each--and you should definitely check them out, or at least reblog this to give the writers a bit more of an audience. :)

The Request2Read fics written by me can be found through a masterpost HERE.

“Don’t” by @waywardjoy  written for “Don’t Make Me” by Blake Shelton with the prompt line: “You’ll be fine. You don’t need me. You never have.”

Promo: The Angst Queen strikes again! Joy might have a fluffy name, but her fics have this tendency to rip my heart to shreds, and this one was no exception. Dean x Reader, and SFW…if it’s okay to sob uncontrollably in your workplace.

“A Prayer Away” by @summer-binging-spn written for “One Call Away” by Charlie Puth with the prompt line: “You can’t scare me away.”

Promo: A Castiel x Reader (though it honestly could be just a close friendship instead of a romance) angsty fic as the two of them clearly need each other and want to be there through the rough times… it’s just a shame that there are so many of those rough moments. SFW, and beautifully poignant writing.

“Home” by @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes written for “Love Don’t Run” by Steve Holy with the prompt line: “I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”

Promo: This is a small 8 part series (each part is under 2k) that will take you on a roller coaster of emotions. A new fic writer on Tumblr, but one I can’t wait to read more from, Alyson delivered a Dean x Reader fic with heartwarming fluff and heartbreaking angst all wrapped up together with a finale that took even me, a veteran reader and writer, by surprise. Beautiful job working in your song; I’m going to think of this fic from now on when I hear it.

“Breaking the Righteous Man” by @thegreatficmaster  written for “A Guy What Takes His Time” by Christina Aguilera with the prompt line, “If you want me to keep talking, you’re going to have to stop that.”

Promo: a twisted, angsty smut piece where Dean holds back from Alistair in Hell thanks to the Reader. A nice twist at the end, and as always, some beautiful smut here. Definitely worth a look (I don’t think I can add any more without giving away spoilers)!

“Tomorrow” by @mery-magizoologist  written for “Tomorrow” by Chris Young with the prompt line, “If you haven’t figured it out yet, when it comes down to it, I’ll always choose you.”

Promo: Dean tries to be a martyr and break up with the reader who isn’t having any of it. I love the emotions in this short little fic, and I’d call it angst, but I suppose there are hints of fluff in it.

“If We Don’t Make It” by @rizlowwritessortof for “Broken” by Lifehouse with the prompt line, “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…”

Promo: Things start out super tense, and Riz did an absolutely amazing job of depicting the panic and suspense involved. Don’t worry though—the ending is worth the anxiety! Dean x Reader and beautifully written, definitely check this short piece out!

“My Side of the Story” by @writer-picks-the-music  written for “My Side of the Story” by Hodges with the prompt line, “That’s bullshit! You know me better than that!”

Promo: I really loved this fic! It’s enigmatic though, and the cliff-hanger nearly killed me. Angry Dean, a reader who still loves him, and a complicated plot that I’m hoping continues into a part 2, this one will grip you fast and not let go.

“Do You Really Want Me” by @arlaina28  written for “Hate That I Love You” by Rihanna and Neyo with the prompt line, “I need to know. Is this real?”

Promo: This is definitely one to check out. Angsty relationship that isn’t fixed in a blink of an eye for once; beautiful description of some rough hot smut, and on-point characterization of Dean Winchester—I quite enjoyed this fic!

“Say You Won’t Let Go” by @barbedwireandbubblegum  written for James Arthur’s “I Won’t Let Go” with the prompt line, “I don’t care about your damn baggage. I just want you.”

Promo: This fic was absolutely beautiful! So poignant and painful at the same time...I just...ugh...whyyyyyy??!?!? Okay, Sam x Reader, angsty, as all of Sam’s relationships tend to be, but beautiful in the depth of emotion portrayed in this fic.

“We Belong Together” by @mrsjohnsmith written for “We Belong Together” by Mariah Carey and the dialogue prompt “Why? Just tell me why, please.”

Promo: This was both one of the shortest and one of the best written fics on this list. Dean x Reader, emotional trauma after Dean has gone to Hell and the Reader is trying to cope. Analogies and characterizations abound in this mostly introspective piece, and I loved every word.

“Bright and Warm” by @lipstickandwhiskey  written for “Must Be Doing Something Right” by Billy Currington with the dialogue prompt “Yes. Anything, just… yes…”

Promo: Lips sure did this one right. A slow, intriguing build up that lead to a gloriously fluffy ending, this Dean x Reader is a shorter one, but well crafted. I enjoyed the canon-style characterizations, the journey of watching Dean fall for the reader, and the hint of jealous Dean before chivalric Dean…just, sigh…

“Haunted Memories” by @impalapiegirl67 written for “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra with the dialogue prompt: “You make me smile. That’s why. You make me cry, laugh, sing, and get so angry I could kill you. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

Promo: This was a super angsty Sam x Reader fic because this relationship is under fire from the first word, and things only get more complicated between the two of them when you throw a demon into the mix. She did a great job with her prompts, and I was glad to see this addition to the celebration.

“Turns of Fate” by @plaidstiel-wormstache written for “Little Wonders” by Rob Thomas witht he dialogue prompt, “If you could go back and do it over, would you?”

Promo: An angsty fic that is centered more on the reader than either of the boys--which is rarer than you would think. Kinda Dean x Reader but one of those with unrealized potential, you know? I quite enjoyed this fic, as I do most of her works, so I hope you check it out!

Waiting on just a few more for this list. 

I hope you like these, and that you’ll reblog to spread the word about these fantastic writers and their hard work.

Thank you all!

This link will take you to the masterpost I made of all of my celebration challenges!

@2wonderinsighlents, @adaliamalfoy, @alcpegasus22, @andrastesflamingtitties, @angelofwinchester17, @alexastacio, @anokhi07, @ariethegreat98, @arryn-nyxx, @autopistaaningunaparte, @avasmommy224, @babypieandwhiskey, @bennyyh, @benjerry707, @bringmesomepie56, @bucky-thorin-winchester, @but-deans-back-tho, @captainemwinchester, @carry-on-ms-believer, @casownsmyass, @cfordwrites, @chaos-and-the-calm67, @dancingalone21, @d-s-winchester, @deafgirlsarecooler, @deandoesthingstome, @deanfuckingwinchesterrr, @deanscherrypie, @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog, @deanwinchesterforpromqueen, @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester, @deliciouslyshadowymilkshake, @demonangelimpala, @demondeansdomme, @end-lessnights, @faith-in-dean, @fandommaniacx, @feelmyroarrrr, @fiveleaf, @graceforme86, @i-is-for-inspiring, @ilostmyshoe-79, @impala-dreamer, @jalove-wecallhimdean, @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes, @jencharlan, @jensen-gal, @jotink78, @just-another-busy-fangirl, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms, @katnharper, @kittenofdoomage, @kristaparadowski, @lipstickandwhiskey, @littlegreenplasticsoldier, @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, @love-kittykat21, @loreleilara, @lunarsaturn88, @luv4jensen, @marilynnlew, @millaraysuyai, @mogaruke, @moonstonemystyk, @mrsbatesmotel53, @mrsjohnsmith, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mzpearlz, @nicolesyneah25, @nightmaredean, @notnatural-supernatural, @paintrider13-blog, @pinknerdpanda, @plaidstiel-wormstache, @rizlowwritessortof, @roxy-davenport, @rushernparadise, @salvachester, @seenashwrite, @septicxsoulxdarkxmind, @scorpiongirl1, @skathan-omaha, @spnrvt, @supernatural-jackles, @supernaturalyobsessed, @theafinnerup, @thegreatficmaster, @vote-for-pedro, @waywardjoy, @wevegotworktodo, @wi-deangirl77, @wonderange, @withoutaplease, @writingbeautifulmen, @xtina2191, @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou, and @yume-deaimashou

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[whispersandwhiskerburn]

So Close

Summary: Dean has a dream come true with the Reader and it’s so perfect, he doesn’t know whether or not he can believe it. Word Count: 2,505 Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Warnings: None. It’s got hints of angst, but it’s mostly fluff. SFW. Author’s Note: This was written for my 2k Celebration, and was a request by @wildfirewinchester with the song “So Close” by Jon McLaughlin (the one from the slow dance scene in Disney’s Enchanted) the lyrics are found throughout this fic in italics. Definitely listen to the song before or during the fic! Dialogue prompt was “Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for forever.” Thanks for the request, and I hope you all enjoy this! This was written from Dean’s POV. The Masterpost for my 2k Celebration writings can be found under the Celebration Writings section at the bottom of my MASTERLIST which has links to all of my fics.

“Oh, come on, Dean. One dance. It won’t kill you. Promise.” Y/N was pleading, something Dean had never seen her do before.

It was oddly endearing.

“You sure about that?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a swallow from his beer bottle while Sam eyed the action at the pool tables.

Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, tugging him out on the floor. The sound of pool cues smacking billiard balls was in the background, and liquid being poured into bottles, small talk being traded at the bar—but on the dance floor, that tiny 12-by-12 space, there was only the sound of the slow music that she had forced the jukebox to play, playing on for only the two of you.

Dean chuckled, twirling his friend and fellow hunter in a small spin before pulling her into his arms and rocking back and forth. Dancing had never really been his strong suit, but with her in his arms, he felt comfortable. Like all the world was gone.

Y/N had always been his safe place.

But when she put her head on his chest, her breasts pressed against his abs as she snuggled against him, Dean felt something shift inside him. He pulled her tighter on instinct, bending his neck slightly to press a small kiss to her temple, breathing in her scent, the smell of her shampoo.

And the dance went on, the two of you so close, together.

Then she leaned her head back slowly, her lips curved in a smile that Dean had never seen before—slow, inviting, soft, and romantic. Her eyes were locked on his, and it felt so natural to lean towards her.

He tried to stop himself. She was his friend. His fellow hunter. So what if she had been his secret crush for years—Dean knew he didn’t have a chance with her, could never make her happy. And how could he face the faceless days, if he should lose her now?

But that moment, the two of them so close, the way she was looking up at him….

Dean couldn’t help himself. His hand sank into her hair, guiding her head back as he brought his own down, his lips meeting hers softly, tenderly.

She didn’t push him away or slap him. She smiled, her hands around his neck pulling him to her as she welcomed his kiss, as she kissed him back passionately.

Dean broke off in surprise, leaning back to look down at Y/N.

“What? Dean, what’s wrong?” She was worried about him? Where was the surprise?

“Y/N... I... you’re okay with this?”

Her smile was even more confused, “why wouldn’t I be, you doofus? Dean, are you okay?”

He stared for a minute, then started rocking her back and forth in his arms, continuing the dance while his thoughts were busy.

He’d dreamed about Y/N, wanted to be with her for ages, but he’d never made a move. She hunted with Sam and him, and she was damn good at the job, but he knew she deserved better than he could give her. Dean would never leave the life, or Sam; it just wasn’t in him. And what kind of life was this if he were really involved with a girl.

But she seemed so perfectly comfortable in his arms, dancing with him in this nowhere bar, kissing him back like it was meant to be. It was everything—All Dean wanted was to hold her so close. If she was actually okay with this, with him…could he have that famous happy end? Here she was, beside him, and look how far the two of you had come….

The song was slowing down, and Dean willed himself to believe that this wasn’t a dream. Y/N led the way back to their table, where Sam was returning after apparently winning some money at a pool game.

“Dean, you okay? You look like someone just smacked you in the face.” Dean looked at his brother, confused again. Why wasn’t he surprised that Y/N was holding his hand?

“Yeah, I think something is up with him, Sam. Maybe we should go?”

Y/N took some of Sam’s money to pay their tab and Dean pulled Sam around so their backs were toward her for a second.

“Dude, I kissed Y/N. Out on the floor—I know, it was stupid, but she kissed me back! Then she acted weird, like this was normal or something. What the hell--?”

“Uh, Dean? Why wouldn’t it be normal for you to kiss your girlfriend?” Sam was looking at him like he’d lost his mind, and Dean honestly felt like maybe he was. Girlfriend? Since when?

“Maybe we should get you out of here. Did you hit your head on the last case or something?” Sam clapped his shoulder and guided him towards the exit as Y/N joined them. Dean walked, still in a daze, out to his Baby.

“No chance, man. Not when you’re this loopy. I’m driving.” Dean handed over the keys without any argument, then let Y/N pull him into the back seat while Sam looked increasingly worried.

“I feel fine, guys. There’s no need to look like I’m about to start screaming about pudding or something.” Y/N rolled her eyes again and shut the door behind him, walking around the car to get inside beside him.

She took his hand in between hers, sitting sideways to face him, and Dean worked on lowering his heartrate.

“Okay, now spill. Why are you so tense right now?” Y/N was the same no-nonsense person he’d known for years; direct, straightforward, and strong… but she was holding his hand too, and her thumbs were casually caressing his skin.

Dean looked away from the distracting sight only to find Sam’s piercing eyes in the rearview mirror. “Y/N, inside, he acted like the two of you weren’t together, said he was surprised you were kissing him.” Thanks brother, for ratting me out.

“That’s ridiculous. Dean, we’ve been together for months. You know that, right?” Y/N’s voice was confident, and Sam didn’t express any surprise.

“Uh…”

And now Y/N was looking at him, chewing on her bottom lip in a way that forced him to remember how intoxicating the taste of her lips were. Except her brow was furrowed in concern and he was getting tired of everyone looking at him like that.

“Okay, so do you have amnesia or something? What town are we in? What was the last case we worked?” Her voice was steady, but Dean knew her well enough to see the fear in her, and God, he hated it. Especially since he was the one causing it, unintentionally or not.

“I don’t know, some backwater in Iowa, right? We had a case in Des Moines, a haunting. And before that it was, uh, a zombie deal in Duluth, Minnesota.” Y/N nodded, and Dean breathed a bit in relaxation.

Sam spoke up from the front seat as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, “so, it’s not amnesia. At least not the regular kind. It’s just about Y/N. What do you remember about her?”

Dean tried to avoid blushing, because the memory first on his mind was a fantasy spawned on the dance floor when she had pressed up against him. “Come on, Sam, this is ridiculous. Of course, I know Y/N. We found her hunting a shifter in Michigan two years ago and she’s been hunting with us for years. Outside of you and Cass, she’s the closest thing we have to family,” Dean felt her squeeze his hand, but he pressed on, “she’s my best friend. Which is why you guys insisting we’re dating is so weird.” These romantic dreams must die, because Dean knew they weren’t real. There was no way this could be real.

Dean felt her let go of his hand and immediately wished he’d kept his mouth shut. When he saw her eyes, how hurt she looked, he cursed himself for an idiot.

The three of you got out of the car but didn’t go anywhere, leaning against the trunk. Y/N seemed hurt, and wouldn’t make eye contact; Sam seemed awkward and stood a foot away, looking at the two of you, and Dean…Dean tried to figure out what to do here.

“I’m not crazy, you guys. But if you’re right… if Y/N and I….” She looked up at him and Dean couldn’t help wishing with every fiber of his being that it could be true, “if we’re really together, then something is wrong—a spell or something, because I honestly can’t remember that.”

“Hey,” Y/N pulled Dean into her arms, holding him tightly again. “We’ll figure it out, okay, Dean? We will.”

And Dean knew at that moment, that all that he wanted was to hold you so close from then on.

“Dean! Dean, wake up! C’mon, you doofus! You are not leaving me like this!” Dean shook his head with a moan, groggy, confused.

Y/N was calling him, slapping his cheek to get a reaction.

“Yes, that’s it. Come back to me. Sam! It’s working!”

Dean was lying on the floor, cold cement from what it felt like. Y/N was kneeling over him, and then Sam was there too, holding a silver knife covered in blood.

It took him a moment before he connected the dots. Djinn. It must have been a djinn dream. They hadn’t even been hunting a damn djinn, what the hell?

“That’s it, Dean, come on. You here? Sam and I have been tearing this town apart looking for you. You went out to get gas for the car and then didn’t turn up. You’ve been gone for two days, scaring the shit out of me. What do you remember?”

It was so strange, her asking that after the dream. It felt like a knife in the gut, because the memory of holding her, kissing her…it had been so real, he’d almost been believing the whole thing was not pretend.

But it had been. A wonderful dream that Dean now had to bid goodbye. Time to get back to reality.

“Bastard must have jumped me. Djinn, right? You get it?” Sam nodded and Dean held up his hands, “help me up.”

The two of them pulled Dean to his feet where he struggled to catch his breath. Damn poison.

Y/N quickly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, her own around his waist and helped support him. “I’ve got him, Sam. I’ll take him out to the car. Look around for any more victims or djinn, would you?”

Sam waited to get a nod from Dean that he was okay, then walked off behind him.

Dean actually wasn’t that okay. Y/N was in his arms again, and God, it was worse than before. To have the possibility of her being with him so far away after being so close…. Now he knew what it felt like to have her return his feelings, to not have his feelings be a secret.

She helped him outside, and the fresh air helped immensely, the feel of the sun on the back of his neck, the gentle breeze in his face. Y/N took him to the back of his car, and he stood there, wrapped up in his memories, fake as they were, beside the trunk. In a move that seemed achingly familiar to him, but was probably a surprise to her, he pulled her around and into his arms, hugging her tightly.

Y/N squeezed back for a moment, probably glad to have found him alive, but Dean could feel the tenseness, the surprise in her body. He took one last moment to breath in her scent, burying his nose in her hair, memorizing the feel of her against him for when he had to let her go.

“Dean… are you okay? What happened to you?”

He leaned back and found her eyes pleading with him again, and it was even more endearing this time. He wanted her, as the djinn’s deepest-wish-granting hallucination had proved, more than anything. He just wanted her.

His voice was rough, but he had to answer her. “I’m fine. Really, Y/N. It’s just… being in a djinn dream state—getting out of it plays with your head for a day or two. I’ll be fine.”

Dean shook his head and went to back up out of her arms, realizing that he was probably making his friend uncomfortable.

But he couldn’t back away. She was pulling him back to her, nestling her head into his chest and holding him tight.

“Y/N?”

She spoke into his chest, “when I saw you lying on the floor—after you had been taken and missing, I thought…” He felt her shaking a bit when he wound his arms around her, so he held her tighter, trying to give her whatever strength he had to offer.

“And I just kept thinking that if you died, what was I going to do? And then you were there, bleeding and pale and—“

“Hey, hey, Y/N, I’m okay. I’m right here—“

And Dean didn’t even think, he just pulled back and kissed her. Because it was what he needed, what he wanted more than anything at that moment. He pulled her close and his lips found hers, and though there were tears forming in her eyes, and the grip on his shirt in her clenched fist was more about misplaced grief than passion, he didn’t stop himself.

But she did.

She pushed him away, “Dean, what—why are you--?”

Dean started apologizing immediately, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I just couldn’t stop myself. After that dream and then you were right there, and…shit, I’m sorry—“

Her hands flat on his chest from where had pushed him, gripped his shirt and pulled him down again. “Shut up, Dean.”

He shut up.

She kissed him, and it was so much better than the djinn dream, the feel of her lips, the taste of her on his tongue. This was the real Y/N. This is what he craved, what he had really wanted, wished for, for so very long.

When she finally broke the kiss, Dean couldn’t decide if he wanted to yell in excitement or pull her back for more. He got distracted by the look in her eyes though, serious but happy all at the same time. So different from the tears of a few moments ago that he felt like his head was whirling, or maybe that could have been from the kiss too.

“It’s about damn time, Winchester. You know I’m crazy about you, right?”

Dean honestly had no control over the smile that stretched across his face as he pulled her back into his arms and reached for that famous happy end.

“I never knew. Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for forever.” Dean kissed her again, his heart thrumming, his emotions high, the feel of Y/N all he needed to keep him happy for forever, just holding her so close.

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A/n-Last part of my 8-part series for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge. I had so much fun writing this! This part is set a few years ahead of where the rest of the fic was. That being said, I’m super sorry for this last part. I really am. Please don’t hate me.

Word count: 1,466

Warnings: Character death and angst. So much angst… fluff in the beginning

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Chapter 8

Dean stopped hunting as much after you had professed your love for each other, and taught you how to protect yourself. Sammy taught you about the lore, and how to figure out what kind of monster they were hunting. You rarely went on hunts with them; mostly you stayed at the bunker on research duty. You didn’t mind though. After 10 years of being alone, it was nice to have the place to yourself every now and then. You cleaned and jammed out to your favorite music in your t-shirt and underwear, you drank and reorganized things. You cataloged archives of information from the library which made research a thousand times easier. The three of you had this flow, and it was perfect. Your relationship with Dean was spectacular. You hardly ever fought, and the sex was phenomenal. But it always felt like something was lacking. You could never put your finger on it. It wasn’t like you were unhappy; this was the happiest you had been since you lost your family. It was almost as if something was missing but you weren’t sure what.

Until you sat on the bathroom floor staring at those two pink lines. You understood what you had been missing these last couple years. You wanted a family of your own. And now you were going to have it.

When you told Dean, he was over the moon. You had talked briefly about having kids in the past, but never really hammered out whether you wanted them or not. You weren’t sure where he stood. Knowing that he was as happy about this as you were was only furthering your elated mood.

The months passed by, and soon, you were bringing home your little boy from the hospital. John James Winchester, JJ for short. He was named for both your fathers, you couldn’t be happier. You had the perfect little family, and nothing could possibly make it better. Except the surprise twin girls you brought home 3 years later.

Mary Jessica, and Amelia Harper. The two most beautiful little bundles you had ever seen. They were identical twins though, so distinguishing them has hard for all of you sometimes. Especially for a 3 year old JJ. He often brought you all to tears from laughter trying to talk to his little sisters.

Dean eventually stopped hunting altogether, after an especially close call with a rougarou. He and Sam almost left you alone with the kids, permanently. So after a discussion between the three of you, Sam decided he would only be taking local hunts, and Dean would stop hunting. He could do research, but no more field duty. You agreed staying in the bunker was best though, considering Dean and Sam were still celebrities in the monster world.

As the years passed, your love for Dean and your little family only grew. As did his and your children’s for you. But there was sometimes this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, like something wasn’t quite right; you would just push it aside and continue on with your happy, perfect little life.

One day, when you came home from running errands and dropping the kids off at school, the bunker was covered in flowers. Literally almost every surface had flowers on it. And the ones without flowers were covered in candles. There was a clear path, lined by more flowers of course, leading to your shared bedroom with Dean. As you rounded the corner, you heard your song.

Love don’t run

And love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here and I ain’t goin’ anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Tears pricked and stung your eyes already. This was one of the most romantic things Dean has ever done! I wonder what this is all about… You gently pushed open the bedroom door to find Dean kneeling on one knee.

“Y/N Y/M/N, I know it’s like we’re already married, with the kids and the home, but I’ve been a fool. I love you with all my heart and soul. I love everything about you; your y/c/h hair and the way it blows in the breeze, your y/c/e and the way they sparkle when you look at me and the kids, I love your amazing body for providing me with three amazing children, I love your brain that can honestly rival Sammy’s in smarts, I love your personality and loving soul for the way you just keep giving and giving, I love everything that is you, Y/N. So will you please be mine, and be Mrs. Winchester, so I can love one more thing about you?”

“Yes you idiot of course!” You threw yourself into his arms as you kissed each other over and over again.

“You know, I was expecting a yes, but I was expecting more of an ‘about time’ yes,” he chuckled.

“You could have just thrown a ring at me and said ‘There. Now we’re married.’ and I still would have reacted this way! I love you Dean Winchester, and this has officially made me the happiest I’ll ever be.”

“Well Sam is picking the kids up today and taking them to visit Jody for the weekend, so you and I have this place all to ourselves,” he said to you with a wink.

“Why, Mr. Winchester! You should be ashamed of yourself! Implying that a girl should sleep with you before she’s married?” You tried to feign irritation, but you couldn’t keep the humor out of your voice. You gave him a playful swat as you ran out of the bedroom.

You expected him to chase you, but he didn’t. And that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach had returned, but it was so much worse this time. It was almost painful.

“Dean?” you called out for him. When there was no answer, you began to panic. You ran back into the bedroom, but it was no longer lit with candles and covered in flowers. It was dark and covered in dust and cobwebs.

“What the hell…” This had to be some kind of trick. You pulled out your phone to call Sam.

“Hello?”

“Sam, it’s me. I’m at the bunker, and something weird is going on…I can’t find Dean and I’m scared…”

“I’m sorry…who is this and what are you doing in our home? I don’t know this number, and my brother is with me…”

“What? That’s impossible. He was just with me. He just proposed! And you are picking the kids up from school to go visit Jody for the weekend so we could have some alone time…”

Sam laughed. “Okay now I know this is a prank. Dean doesn’t have kids. And furthermore, he would never get married. So I’m hanging up now. Whoever or whatever you are, goodbye.”

Click.

Your whole world just shattered. You screamed out in frustration. Just then there was a sharp pain in your neck. Shortly after, a dull throb started throughout your whole body. You were so tired. You needed to lie down…

You managed to make it to the dusty and dirty old bed before you collapsed, but it no longer felt like a bed. It didn’t feel like anything, just coldness. And there was a terrible ache in your shoulders.

You closed your eyes as you heard a voice off in the distance, but you couldn’t make it out. It was like being underwater. And then, there was nothing…

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“This isn’t our fault Dean. The damn things were smart. They knew we were coming. I know it sucks, but we did everything we could.”

Sam always had a point when we had cases end like this. It was always the same ‘you can’t save everyone’ speech. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty. I mean, this poor girl had no family left, but still. That doesn’t mean she wasn’t worth a damn in this world. She was still a human, an innocent.

“I know Sammy. It doesn’t make this part of the job any less shitty though.”

Sam looked at me with sympathy. “I know man. But this doesn’t happen often, because we’re good at what we do; but we’ll never be perfect. No one is ever perfect.”

“Yeah. Let’s just burn the bodies and get out of here. I need a drink.”

“Why don’t you go wait in Baby. I’ll take care of stuff in here. I know you really wanted to save her, especially since she was so helpful at the library.”

I chanced a glance at her dead body. “I just hope she had decent dreams Sammy.”

“I’m sure she did. You know they always are.”

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A/N: this is the first chapter of my fic for the wonderful Angel over at @whispersandwhiskerburn for her 2k follower celebration! This whole thing got a little out of hand, so I broke it up into 7 parts. Each one is less than 2k words, that way no one gets overwhelmed trying to read it all at once. I will try to upload at least 2 a week. If anyone wants to be tagged, just let me know! Feedback is very welcome and much appreciated! Enjoy my lovelies!

This whole storyline is beta’d by my amazing best friend, Tori. She didn’t want me to share her tumblr info though, so I’m respecting those wishes.

My song was Love Don’t Run by Steve Holy (italicized in the fic, but it doesn’t show up until chapter 2)

My original quote (created by Angel) was “I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?” (bolded in the fic, but it doesn’t make an appearance until later)

Blanket warnings for entire series: FLUFF, angst, implied smut, canon-typical violence, cursing, drinking, implied thoughts of drunk driving (don’t ever do it in reality, it’s never worth the cost), reader panic attacks (only one is non resolved)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 1,530

Summary: The brothers rescues you from a group of Djinn.

Author: @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes

Italics are internal thoughts.

Chapter 1

“Dean I’m telling you, this is a Djinn!”

“Sammy this whole town reeks of rotten eggs. You can’t tell me it’s not demons.”

Sam is smart, but sometimes he could be a know-it-all pain in Dean’s ass. Especially when Dean was in the process of finding another pretty lady to warm his bed.

Sam and Dean had been going back and forth for two hours now about what kind of monster was taking people and killing them. In Dean’s defense, there hadn’t been any blue handprints on any of the victims so far. They were just drained of blood. But no bite marks, so they had ruled out vamps. The only other thing that made sense to Dean was demons using humans as sacrifices. Or just some crazy cult people. But that was unlikely.

“Dammit Dean! There is a Sulphur mine in between this town and the next!”

“Oh. Well why didn’t you say so two hours ago then?!”

Sam shook his head at his brother’s antics. He loved his brother to death, but sometimes he was a huge pain in the ass. “I did Dean. But clearly you were too busy trying to get the bartender’s number, that you didn’t hear me.”

Dean gave Sam his best bitch face, and simply said “Well then let’s get going. If this is a Djinn, these people don’t have much time left.”

12 hours later-Dean’s POV

After killing the 3 Djinn in the abandoned warehouse, Sam set off on the task of burning the monsters while Dean called in the locals to take care of these poor people. He went to each victim, checking for signs of life, knowing full well that they had lost way to much blood to wake up anytime soon. When he got to the last girl, after checking the other vics, he couldn’t help but stare. She was so beautiful. Breathtaking, really. With her long curly (y/c/h), and the little lines beside her mouth and eyes, the ones that tell him she laughs a lot. I wonder what her laugh sounds like? Dammit, no Dean. Now is not the time. Get her to safety, fantasize later! Just as he was finishing his thought, she started to stir. Suddenly, her (y/c/e) eyes shot open and her mouth let out a terrified screech at the man standing over her.

“Whoa whoa sweetheart, it’s okay! I’m not here to hurt you, the monsters are gone. My brother, Sammy, and I, we killed them. You’re safe now, I promise.”

As she continued panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. He wrapped his arms around her as he pulled her into his lap and held her as tightly as he dared. Soon, her breathing began to slow and the sobs stopped coming.

Y/N’s POV

“W-Who are you?” You asked him. You were finally able to breathe at a somewhat normal rate and looked up into his piercing green eyes. If you hadn’t been in such a worked up state, you probably would’ve found him extremely attractive. Not that he’s unattractive…no, now is not the time Y/N. As if this strange man knew you, he brushed the tears away from your face.

“My name is Dean Winchester. You can trust me sweetheart, I promise.”

And in that moment, you felt like you could truly trust this man. You weren’t sure why, you didn’t trust anyone. This is why you were on your own and an easy target for your kidnappers.

“Do you know what day today is?” he asked you.

“I…I’m not sure…I was in and out so often, and it was always so bright in here with the floodlights on…I don’t know how long I’ve been gone. I was leaving the library late Wednesday night w-when they…” You started to choke up again, silently cursing yourself for not being able to pull your shit together long enough to figure out what had happened. Come on Y/N. Pull yourself together.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re safe now. They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let anything hurt you anymore princess.”

A statement like that should have made you run for the hills. Who says that to someone they just met? But you stayed put, wrapped up in his large arms. You noticed, for the first time since he pulled you to him, just how fit and large this man, Dean, really is. And it only made you feel safer. While you were in your own little world, staring at this man’s body, you failed to hear him talking to you. Finally, as he moved his hand to turn your head towards his, you snapped out of it with a “hmmm?”

“I was asking you what your name is,” he said with a little grin. “And if you have a home we could take you to, to get cleaned up before we take you to the hospital.”

At the mention of the word hospital you could physically feel what blood you had left leaving your face. You hated hospitals. Of course, Dean didn’t know that. Or why you despised them so. He didn’t know you had lost your whole family, all in the same week. Or that a drunk driver had taken them all from you. First your mother, who died during surgery as the doctors tried to save her, but there was too much bleeding. Then it was your father, who survived the surgery, only to have a stroke a mere 3 hours later. Lastly, it was your brother. Your little brother, who you loved so much…he fought so hard. He was even awake for a whole day before the seizures started. Something about the pressure on his brain, you weren’t sure; the nurses spoke with a lot of big words. The doctors tried to fix it, but he had an aneurysm none of you knew about. You had come so close to being able to continue on with him, but he was ripped away from you too. His death hit you the hardest of them all. And you still, almost 10 years later, feel guilty for having walked away with only a broken arm and a few stitches here and there.

“Please! Please no hospitals! I’m okay…I-I’ll be just fine. Just please no hospitals.” You knew he heard the panic in your voice, and saw the fear on your face.

“Okay princess. No hospitals. I’m not a fan of ‘em either,” he told you as he winked. That made you feel a little better. “Can we at least take you home? You’re in no condition to walk anywhere like this…”

You told Dean your name, and agreed to let him take you home, and make sure everything was alright there before leaving you. Not that you really wanted this handsome, green-eyed man to leave you at all, but you would be fine. You’ve always been fine on your own. You felt yourself go stiff again as a door opened somewhere behind you, silently willing yourself not to have another panic attack.

“Sam, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my little brother, Sam.” You exchanged a small smile with the giant moose of a man standing across from you. Dean leaned closer to your face and quietly whispered, “but I call him Sammy. He hates it!” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your throat. And truthfully, it felt good to be able to laugh in the face of everything that had just happened. Sam proceeds to tell Dean that the Djinn are taken care of, and that we should head out before the locals arrive. Less than 5 minutes later, the three of you are driving down the road towards your home. On the way there, you managed to tell the brothers that you lost your family years ago, and how it’s just you now. They were sympathetic, telling you they only had each other now as well.

As Dean pulls the beautiful classic car of his into your driveway, you can feel the fear start to creep up. You try to shake it off, but with no avail. Dean senses your insecurity, and silently moves closer to you, putting his arm around your waist to support you. He takes the key from your shaking hand and unlocks the front door while Sam keeps an eye out for anything suspicious around your house.

Dean opens the door slowly, and you peer around him to see an absolute shit show. The place has been trashed. Couches ripped up, pictures and mirrors smashed, walls have gaping holes in them, and the kitchen sink is gushing water like a geyser. You can feel the tears prick your eyes and know that there’s no stopping them this time. Dean grabs you by the shoulders and turns you into his chest, petting your hair as he lets you sob. The last few things you had from your family, this house, the pictures….they’re destroyed. Gone in an instant. You lose control of your breathing, and as your vision goes black, you pass out in Dean’s arms from hyperventilation.

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Home: Chapter 6

A/n- Chapter 6/8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge.

Word Count: 631

Warnings: Angst and swearing. This is not a fluffy chapter.

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Chapter 6

Y/N’s POV

Once you had finally finished crying, you got up and wiped your tears. “I need to go find Dean, and tell him how I feel. I owe him the truth, and I’m tired of hiding from him. I need him to know. Will you help me find him?”

“Of course I will Y/N.”

The two of you looked all over the bunker, but couldn’t find Dean anywhere. Finally Sam had the bright idea to check the garage, where you discovered the Impala was missing. “I guess he changed his mind after all…I guess he really didn’t want to wait…” You trailed off as you started sobbing again, this time out of pain instead of nervousness. You knew it was too good to be true. Sam tried to stop you from running to your room, but using your small stature to your advantage, you maneuvered out of his grasp and made a beeline for your room, locking the door behind you. You threw yourself down on the bed, hoping that maybe you would cry so much you would just sleep and not dream. You didn’t want to see Dean tonight, no matter how much he helped you sleep. After a few hours, your plan began to work. You eventually fell asleep, with no signs of dreams on the horizon.

Dean’s POV

I came down the steps and into the bunker, where I was very promptly met by Sam, talking about something. But I wasn’t listening. I wasn’t drunk enough for a conversation with my brother, or with you for that matter. I didn’t care what the lady-thief had to say.

“I don’t wanna hear it Sammy. I just wanna sleep. Goodnight.”

“Dude! You do realize you broke her heart earlier, right?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous, ass-backwards statement that just left Sammy’s mouth. “I broke her heart? That’s hilarious. Considering she was all wrapped up in you just a few hours ago!” I practically spit the last part at my brother.

Sam’s eyes got extremely wide. “Oh my god, Dean, she was telling me why she was so scared of falling in love with your dumb ass! How could you be so stupid? She lost everyone she’s ever cared about, and can’t bring herself to fall in love, because she’s terrified of losing them, terrified of losing YOU. She thinks she’s broken Dean. That you deserve better than her because of that. And now she’s locked herself in her bedroom, and has been crying since we figured out you left. She thought you changed your mind, and didn’t want her at all. So dammit Dean, go fix this! NOW!”

I felt all the color leave my face as I took off towards your room. As I got closer, I could hear you screaming. Running full sprint, I reached your door only to find that it was locked. “Son of a bitch! Y/N? Y/N! Fuck. Wake up sweetheart. Wake up and open the door!” After your screams became more urgent, I threw my shoulder into the door, not caring if I broke it. I could fix it or just buy a new one. Two more hits and I knocked it off its hinges, splintering it to pieces in the process. I ran over to you, shaking you, talking to you, gently patting your cheek, but you wouldn’t open your eyes. Your screams weren’t as loud or frequent now that I was holding you, but you still wouldn’t wake up. “SAMMY GET IN HERE NOW!” Not even me screaming for Sam was enough to stir you.

Sam came running in. “Wha-“

I could hear the panic and fear in my voice as I spoke. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with her! She won’t wake up! Sam…she won’t wake up!”

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2 Ways 2 Go! Angel’s 2k Follower Celebration

I am not shitting you. I have t.w.o.  t.h.o.u.s.a.n.d. followers.

You guys are amazing, and I love you.

I know some of you love doing challenges (like me!) and are always looking for a good prompt...and I know some of you have a ton on your plate but still want to celebrate (like me again!), so I wanted to come up with something for everyone. 

Hence the Request2Read or Request2Write theory was born!

Anyway, all 22 prompts were taken in the first 24 hours (because my followers are the best people on tumblr!!!) and there are sadly no more prompts below the read-more. However, there is a list of the rules for those writing fics to look at now and again, and a lovely preview for everyone else about some fics coming to tumblr.....

Rules: Due Date is June 15th!

Fic requirements: 

Allowed: SPN characters, ships (but reader inserts are preferred), AU, smut, fluff, crack, angst, combos with other challenges, one shots, series. Any length above 600 words, but please use a read more link. Tag appropriately.

Not Allowed (for my challenge): Characters from other fandoms, actors or other real people, non consensual pairings (I include Samifer in that), child pairings. *shrug* That’s how I roll.

Tags: tag me, @whispersandwhiskerburn in the header of your fic, and tag #Angel’s2k along with at least one of the following corny puns (or make up your own) #2hot2handle, #2ways2go, #no2waysaboutit, #2prompts2celebrate2k, #thisangelchickis2crazy2dealwith. :) If I don’t respond in 36 hours of your posting, tumblr ate the tag, so please message me with the link. 

I will reblog all of these with feedback, and add them to a masterpost fic rec that will be posted after the due date.

Have fun and THANK YOU for following me! I hope you enjoy participating and reading the works that result.

Prompts are closed! Sorry everyone!! But check out what awesome fics will be coming your way! 

Fic prompts below are in two sections: 15 fics that my followers requested to write, and seven fics that my followers wanted me to try and write. They each have a song and a dialogue line.

Suuuuure Dean. 

Edit: If I have marked through your prompt, it means I have received your fic. :)

“Little Wonders” Rob Thomas   Written by: @plaidstiel-wormstache Dialogue Prompt: “If you could go back and do it over again, would you?”

“Love Don’t Run” Steve Holy  Written by: @jarpadandjensenaremyheroes Dialogue Prompt:“I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”

“Hate That I Love You” Rihanna ft. Ne-Yo Written by: @arlaina28 Dialogue Prompt: “I need to know. Is this real?”

“Say You Won’t Let Go” James Arthur Written by: @barbedwireandbubblegum Dialogue Prompt: “I don’t care about your damn baggage. I just want you.”

“One Call Away” Charlie Puth Written by: @summer-binging-spn Dialogue Prompt: “You can’t scare me away.”

“Evermore” Dan Stevens  Written by: @jpadjackles Dialogue Prompt: “You are not alone. You never have been. And you never will be.”

“Don’t Make Me” Blake Shelton Written by: @waywardjoy Dialogue Prompt:  “You’ll be fine. You don’t need me. You never have.”

“Little Do You Know” Alex & Sierra Written by: @impalapiegirl67, aka benjerry707 Dialogue Prompt:  “You make me smile. That’s why. You make me cry, laugh, sing, and get me so angry I could kill you. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“My Side of the Story” Hodges Written by: @writer-picks-the-music Dialogue Prompt:  “That’s bullshit. You know me better than that.”

“We Belong Together” Mariah Carey Written by: @mrsjohnsmith Dialogue Prompt:“Why? Just tell me why, please.”

“Broken” Lifehouse Written by: @rizlow1 Dialogue Prompt: “If we don’t make it out of this, I need you to know…”

“Tomorrow” Chris Young  Written by: @mery-magizoologist Dialogue Prompt: "If you haven't figured it out yet, when it comes down to it, I'll always choose you.”

“Guy What Takes His Time” Christina Aguilera Written by: @thegreatficmaster Dialogue Prompt:  “If you want me to keep talking, you’re going to have to stop that.”

“Starving” Hailee Steinfeld Written by: @wideawakeandwriting Dialogue Prompt:  “How could I resist?” 

“Must Be Doing Something Right” Billy Currington Written by: @lipstickandwhiskey Dialogue Prompt:  “Yes. Anything, just… yes…”

The following fics will all be written by me, Angel, whispersandwhiskerburn. The categories are probabilities, not guaranties. Not in order of posting.

“So Close” Jon McLaughlin, fluff Request by: @wildfirewinchester Dialogue Prompt:  “Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for forever.”

“Glitter in the Air” P!nk, fluff Request by: @dancingalone21 Dialogue Prompt:  “Wow. I…uh, you look incredible. What’s the occasion?”

“Mercy” Shawn Mendes, angst Request by: @hiswickedkitty Dialogue Prompt: “Do you know what the worst killer in the world is? Hope.”

“My Lady Soul” The Temptations, smut  Request by: @amanda-teaches Dialogue Prompt: “You’re an idiot. Of course I love you.”

“Wanted” Hunter Hayes, smut  Request by: @littlegreenplasticsoldier Dialogue Prompt: “This is between me and you. And we’ve waited long enough.”

“Right Kind of Wrong” Piper Perabo, smut  Request by: @feelmyroarrrr​ Dialogue Prompt:  “Could you possibly be more confusing?”

“May I” Trading Yesterday, angsty/fluffy/smut combo  Request by: @captainemwinchester Dialogue Prompt:  “Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

Thank you, my dear friends, for following and celebrating with me!

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My (Whispers&Whiskerburn’s) 2K Fics

When I reached 2k I put out a music based challenge and asked 22 of my followers to select prompts either for them to write for or for me to write for.

Their awesome writing can be found HERE!

But below the read more are descriptions, prompts and links to the seven fics I was requested to write. Enjoy!

 “So Close” Dean x Reader Fluffy fic with hints of angst where Dean gets a wish come true and it’s exactly what he always wanted most--so can he trust that it’s real? Request by: @wildfirewinchester Song Prompt: “So Close” Jon McLaughlin Dialogue Prompt:  “Sweetheart, I’ve loved you for forever.”

“Wanted” a fluffy Dean x Reader fic where Dean realizes that he’s not been showing his hunter/Reader/girlfriend enough attention and takes her on a camping trip to make up for it. Request by: @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ Song Prompt:  “Wanted” Hunter Hayes Dialogue Prompt: “This is between me and you. And we’ve waited long enough.” **Special Note: combined with a prompt from @one-shots-supernatural​ for her VERY late birthday present. :)

“Have You Ever?” Dean tried to leave the Reader out of the life, but both of them realize that they’d be happier together. Lots of time jumps as it goes from first meet to reconnect, to a happily ever after which is found in the sequel where I included the remaining lyrics: “Have You, Forever” Request by: @dancingalone21​ Song Prompt: “Glitter in the Air” P!nk Dialogue Prompt:  “Wow. I…uh, you look incredible. What’s the occasion?” 

"Forever After” A sequel/conclusion to the part 1-2 fics from prompt #3 above, Dean and Reader get to enjoy a sweet fluffy honeymoon together. Request by: @amanda-teaches​ Song Prompt:  “My Lady Soul” The Temptations Dialogue Prompt: “You’re an idiot. Of course I love you.”  **Special Note: combined with a prompt from @butiaintgonnaloveem‘s Tiff’s WTF Challenge.

“Mr. Wrong” is a Soulless!Sam x Reader fic. She’s up for a challenge and Soulless Sam trips her trigger just the right way. Request by: @feelmyroarrrr​​ Song Prompt: “Right Kind of Wrong” Piper Perabo, Dialogue Prompt:“Could you possibly be more confusing?” **Special Note: This reader and relationship was inspired by an earlier drabble of mine, found here.

These next two fics are parts 2 and 3 to a mini-series that has been a LONG time in the making based on a song that wasn’t actually part of this challenge (“The Fool” by Lee Ann Womack) and which I have dedicated to my good friend @plaidstiel-wormstache​ who has been an enthusiastic supporter of this fic idea from the beginning.

The masterlist for that series can be found HERE, but since parts 2 and 3 were inspired and based on the songs in this challenge, I wanted to make sure they found their place on this list as well.

“The Fool (Pt 2)” Lisa tells Dean about the conversation she had with the Reader and Dean realizes how much his confused heart is hurting the people he loves. Angst. Request by: @hiswickedkitty​ Song Prompt: “Mercy” Shawn Mendes Dialogue Prompt: “Do you know what the worst killer in the world is? Hope.” 

“The Fool (Pt 3)″ Dean goes to the Reader and finds her hurting. They share their grief for Sam but comfort turns to holding, and with his emotions on the line and her so fragile, they cross a relationship line they can never go back from. Angsty, comfort, smut. Request by: @captainemwinchester​ Song Prompt:  “May I” Trading Yesterday, Dialogue Prompt:  “Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”

I’ll tag my forevers in this when I’ve actually posted all of the fics!

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Home: Chapter 4

A/n- This is chapter 4 of 8 of my entry for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k follower challenge! I hope you guys like it so far. Next part will be posted in a few days. Let me know if anyone would like to be added to the tag list!

Word count: 1,963

Warnings: Fluff. That’s it really. Just ooey gooey, cheesy fluff.

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Chapter 4

One Week Later (Y/N’s POV)

After the first few nights of restless sleep and endless nightmares of your family dying and being taken by the Djinn, Dean had just started sleeping with you. It started off as him lying with you until you fell asleep, but he had quickly gathered that the nightmares would still come if he didn’t stay. You room was next door to his, and with him being such a light sleeper, he could hear you crying out in your sleep. He would rush in, hunter instincts on red alert, only to find you helplessly tangled in your bed sheets with tears streaming down your face. You never wanted to talk about the nightmares, as if talking would make them more of a reality than they already were, and he understood. He had them too. Only now, they involved you. You leaving him like everyone does, you dying in some horrifically graphic way, you turning up missing when they came home from a hunt… It was almost unbearable. So he just stayed with you in your bed every

night. And you kept his nightmares away just as much as he kept yours away. The two of you had this unspoken connection, one that allowed you to comfort each other without using words. You had feelings for him, but you didn’t voice them because it scared you. You hadn’t allowed anyone into your heart, or life even, since the accident. The thought of losing someone else or someone leaving you was too much to bear. Surely it would kill you. So you allowed him to comfort you, but you didn’t tell him how you really felt. Until one morning, when you woke up, snuggled deep into his chest while he lightly snored into your hair. You tried your best to stifle the little giggle in your throat, because you didn’t want to wake him. But he was just so cute when he slept. You stared at the freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, the way his nose twitched just a little bit when your hair rubbed up against it, the way his long eyelashes gently graced the tops of his cheeks, and the sounds of his soft breathing and steady heartbeat underneath you. You took it all in. Finally working up the courage to admit it to yourself first, you softly whispered “I love you, Dean Winchester. More than you know. Not just because you saved my life, but because you’ve shown me how to live again. And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for that.” Then you lifted your face to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose, just as he opened his eyes. For a split second, you felt yourself go stiff with the fear that he had heard your little confession. But if he had, he didn’t let on. He simply smiled at you and grumbled a soft “Good morning, beautiful!” before kissing the top of your head. The little kisses here and there had become a habit for the two of you in recent days.

You felt yourself begin to blush. “I’m sorry if I woke you; you were just too cute for me not to kiss you,” you shyly admitted.

He grinned wider than you had ever seen before. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not every day I get to wake up to such a beautiful, loving woman in my arms. I’d kiss you too if I ever woke up first.”

His admission had you blushing even deeper. You rolled over for a brief moment to look at the clock, which was flashing 8:30 AM. “Sammy should be home from his run soon. Whatdya say we go make some bacon, eggs, and pancakes so we can all have breakfast together?”

“That sounds like an awesome plan. Especially the bacon part!”

You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping this time. Dean was like a kid in a candy shop when it came to bacon and burgers. It made you happy to know that you could please him with your cooking. He and Sam both enjoyed it so much, that occasionally they would let out little groans of pleasure, causing you to beam with pride. So the two of you disentangled your bodies, got out of bed and stretched, and headed into the kitchen to start a big breakfast for the three of you. You and Dean joked around the whole time, accidently starting a mini food war.

You hadn’t meant to, but you accidently flung flour all over his worn out AC/DC shirt that he loved. He looked at you incredulously, as he dipped a finger in the pancake batter before smearing it all over your face. You retaliated by throwing the empty eggshells at him, and he responded by throwing whole eggs at you. Before you knew it, the kitchen, and the two of you, was covered in flour, eggs, and even a few slices of bacon had managed to stick to the cabinets and walls. You threw an egg at him and he ducked, letting it fly past him and straight into a very sweaty, angry looking Sam. You hadn’t noticed him walk in during your little escapade, and now he had raw egg dripping down his face. Dean turned around when he saw the look on your face, but promptly fell over with laughter. It was too hard to resist, and moments later you had joined him.

Sam took in the state of the kitchen, and you and Dean, and couldn’t help the smirk that started to bubble up with laughter. It was rare that he saw his brother let loose and have fun like this. Soon enough, all three of you were on the floor, covered in flour and egg, laughing until you couldn’t breathe. It was the most fun any of you had in ages. You finally managed to get up off the floor and take a good look at the mess you and Dean had made. He had a sheepish grin on his face as he did the same. Sam just laughed and shook his head. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I expect this mess to be picked up by the time I come back out here.” He waggled a finger at the two of you with a tone of mock seriousness in his voice, which only made you and Dean respond with a simultaneous “Yes Sir!” and another fit of belly aching laughter as Sam hit the shower.

30 minutes later, you and Dean had finished cleaning up and almost had breakfast finished. Sam was just walking out as the two of you went to sit down with your plates at the table.

“Nuh-uh!” he exclaimed. You and Dean just looked at him funny. “Have you seen yourselves? You two are filthy! Go take showers before you get the table and chairs all dirty too.”

You and Dean realized how dirty you actually were in that moment. Dean simply shrugged as he grabbed your hand to drag you away, ignoring your protests about being starving. He got the shower started for you and told you to get in while he got you some clean clothes. Grumpily, you obeyed. You got in the steaming shower, adjusting the water temperature to where you preferred it. Moments later, Dean walked in carrying a towel and a set of clean clothes. You two were inseparable this morning. He stayed in the bathroom with you while you showered, fully respecting your privacy. He didn’t even chance a glance at you as he handed you the towel when you shut the water off. As you got out and dried off, you turned your back to him, giving him the same privacy he had given you. When you heard him get in, you quickly got dressed so you could go get him a towel and clothes as well. You got back just before he turned the shower off, but paused outside the door when you heard him softly singing.

Love don’t run, love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you pushed to door open, startling him out of his singing. He took the towel from you as you willed the tears away, and stepped out after he had it wrapped around his waist. He immediately noticed the tears and rushed to your side.

“Y/N what’s wrong princess? Did something happen? Did Sam say something to you about the kitchen? I’ll kick his ass if he was mean to you…”

You shook your head, looking down trying to distract yourself. He lifted your eyes to his with a finger under your chin.

“Y/N…please baby girl…talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing bad, it’s just…hearing you sing that song…it made me so happy. And it made me feel things I haven’t felt in a really long time. I-I mean…I don’t…” you started stammering, and Dean silenced you by placing his lips on yours.

You both blushed a deep red color, still staring into each other’s eyes. Now Dean was the nervous one, and it amused you. Here he was, this fearless, selfless, beast of a man, and he was nervously tripping over his own tongue. “I-I hope that was okay to do. I didn’t really mean to, it’s just, I saw you starting to panic and shut down and all I want is for you to know you can trust me with anything, ever, and I wanted you to feel safe…so I-I just thou-“

It was your turn to shut him up with a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your still wet hair, your lips pressed together in an explosive moment. It was like a cheesy Disney movie moment. Sparks flew, fireworks went off, your foot came up off the ground, and you both just melted into the other. You quickly broke apart at the sound of footsteps in the hallway. Both visibly flushed from the contact, you tried to act normal. Sam poked his head around the corner, taking notice of your awkward stances and smirked internally. “Breakfast is getting cold guys!” And with that he left you alone again.

Dean shyly took your hand in his massive one, running his thumb along the back of it. “I meant it when I said I would never give up on you Y/N. And if you’d give me the chance, I’d like nothing more than to make you happy.”

You began to panic. There was no way this was real. Dean couldn’t have these feelings for you, he had just met you. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, and you made these strange noises every time you opened your mouth. Finally you decided to just keep it closed. Dean sighed. He softly put his hand to your cheek and leaned forward to kiss your forehead.

“Just give it some thought, Y/N. You don’t have to answer now, or tonight, or tomorrow even. Just know that I’m here for you, whenever you are ready. I’ll wait for you, for as long as it takes.” With that, he left the bathroom. Standing there by yourself you began to let it all sink in. Dean cared for you. You put your fingertips up to where his hand had just been, and it felt all tingly. You felt your heart race, and a tightening in your chest. It made you smile. As his words echoed in your head, that fear of letting him in returned. You needed to talk to Sam.

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Home: Chapter 7

A/n- Chapter 7/8 of my fic for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge. We’re almost done! My quote for the challenge, “I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”  is bolded in the fic and as always, the song lyrics are italicized.

Word Count: 1,379

Warnings: Angst, implied smut.

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Chapter 7

Y/N’s POV

Rationally, you knew you were dreaming. It was dark and damp and the Djinn were holding the lifeless bodies of your family. Taunting you with them, making their limbs move as if they were still alive. One kept sneaking up behind you to stab you with the needles they used to drain your blood. Suddenly, you heard a familiar voice. Y/N? Y/N! Fuck. Wake up sweetheart. Wake up and open the door! “Dean!” you called out to him, but the Djinn just laughed at you, and you knew he couldn’t hear you. A large crash sounded somewhere behind you, but you couldn’t locate the point of origin. You tried to run towards Dean’s voice, but you couldn’t move. Y/N please baby, please wake up. Come back to me…I love you so much, please just wake up. I’ll do anything, just please come back to me! The desperation in his voice was breaking your heart. You wanted so badly to just go to him, and curl up in his arms. Tell him you loved him just as much, and that you would never let him go.

Y/N……princess, please, if you can hear me, just follow my voice. I love you.

The next thing you heard, was Dean’s voice singing your song.

This is gonna hurt, this is gonna hurt like hell

This is gonna damn near kill me, sometimes the truth ain’t easy

I know that you’re scared of tellin me something

I don’t wanna hear, baby believe that

I’m not leavin, you couldn’t give me one good reason

Love don’t run, love don’t hide

It won’t turn away or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up no not on us

Baby love don’t run

You could hear his voice a little more clearly now. Shaking the fear aside, you looked at the lifeless bodies of your family, said a silent goodbye as a single tear fell down your face, and slammed the back of your head into the Djinn behind you, forcing him to let you go. You ran like hell towards a door that sounded like the place where Dean was at. You could feel warmth surrounding you the closer you got to the door, as if someone was holding you tight.

Let’s lay it on the line, I don’t care if it takes all night

This is gonna make us stronger, gonna make forever longer

I know it’d be easier walkin away but what we got is real

And I wanna save us, Baby we can do it, Baby we’ll get through this cause

Love don’t run, and love don’t hide

It won’t turn away, or back down from a fight

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Just as you reached the door and turned the handle, you woke up from the hellish nightmare. Upon seeing Dean holding you close to him in his lap, and Sam standing behind him with a concerned look on his face, you let the tears go. But this time, they were tears of relief. You clung almost desperately to the front of Dean’s shirt, holding on as tight as you could, letting him ground you in reality. He continued singing to you, but now the top of your head felt wet. You could tell he was crying too, and could only hope it was with relief as well.

So come on over here and lay down in my arms

Baby tell me everything that’s on your heart cause

I won’t run, and I won’t hide

I won’t turn away, I just wanna make things right

Baby I’m right here, and I ain’t goin anywhere

Love’s too tough, it won’t give up, no not on us

Baby love don’t run

Both of your bodies were shaking with sobs, and Sam quietly slipped away to give the two of you your privacy. You lay there, holding each other, kissing each other’s hands and faces and lips, just relishing in the fact that you had come back.

You were the first one to speak. “Dean, I was so scared. How did you know that would work?”

He looked down, not knowing what to say really. “I-I’m not sure. I didn’t know it would, I just…it’s grounded you before, so I thought I would give it a shot. African Dream Root takes too long to work, and it can be dangerous, so I tried this first.  I’m so sorry I took off like that earlier. I never should have left. I just saw you curled up with Sammy, and I lost it. Everyone always leaves me, and I thought maybe...” He started looking you over, turning your head to look at your face, pressing his fingers on your neck, tying to see if you were injured. “I didn’t hurt you trying to wake you up did I? I was just so damn scared Y/N, I was shaking you, and I…” his voice dropped to almost a whisper, “I may have slapped you softly. Once or twice. Maybe three times.”

You let out a laugh at that. “Dean stop. Dean, look at me. Please?” He turned his eyes towards yours. “Dean I’m fine. I’m not in any physical pain. You saved me. Again. Thank you.” You leaned up to give him a kiss, and as he started to kiss you back, you pulled away; your fear of losing him setting in again. “Dean…y-you deserve better than me. I’m broken…I’m no good. You deser-“

He cut you off once again with a soft, gentle kiss. This one meaning so much more than either of the previous ones. “Y/N, I love you. More than I can put in words right now. I will always love you, and I will never let you go. That first night I met you, I told you I would never give up on you. Did you think I was lying?”

Once again, the tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t stop smiling this time though. You cleared your throat before you spoke this time, making sure he heard you loud and clear. “This is one of the best feelings. The feeling of being loved, of being safe, and happy. I haven’t felt like this since I lost my family. And I know now, that I went so willingly with you because I was meant to. You and Sam? You are my family now. The best family I could ask for. I love you both.” Remembering his earlier words, you decided to add to your speech. “I will never leave you Dean. Because when I’m with you, I have the best thing in the whole world. I have a home.”

As you finished the end of your talk, Dean’s grin just got wider and wider. He looked like he might split his face in half. All the men in the world, and I’m lucky enough to get this one. Your heart swelled so much, it felt like you were going to burst. When you couldn’t wait any longer, you looked him straight in the eyes, and with the most serious tone in your voice, asked him a very important question.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”

And with that he crashed his lips into yours, knocking you both over the side of the bed and onto the floor, promptly sending you into a fit of laughter. Sam appeared in the doorway a minute later.

“Well at least there’s no food mess to clean up this time.”

Dean gave his brother a dark look. “You don’t wanna see the kind of mess we’re about to make Sammy…”

Sam seemed confused for a moment, but you could see when he had his moment of clarity. His eyes got as wide as saucers, and he pulled his lip up in disgust a split second later, making you laugh even harder as Dean went back to attacking your face and neck with kisses. Neither of you cared that the door was broken, you just wanted each other.

As Dean held you tenderly in his arms, you only had one thought on your mind. This is home.

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Home: Chapter 5

A/n-Chapter 5 of 8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k follower challenge! I’ll be posting part 6 in just a few minutes since both are so short. I was going to combine them, but it just worked better to do them separate. Plus I’m slightly OCD and really like even numbers. So I separated them for 8 chapters. Chapter 7 will be posted tomorrow and the final chapter on Tuesday. I hope you guys enjoy!

Word count: 956

Warnings: little bit of self-doubt, teensy bit of angst if you squint and cock your head just right, fluff. Oh, and Dean being an idiot.

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Chapter 5

You found Sam in his room, reading something on his laptop. You quietly knocked on the door frame, not wanting to intrude on his personal space. He looked up at you and smiled, patting the bed next to him in an invitation. You and Sam had become close this last week, so sitting on his bed with him didn’t feel awkward. You weren’t sure where to start really, so you opted to just watch him do his thing for a while.

Finally he looked at you out of the corner of his eye. Upon seeing the look on your face, he shut his laptop, causing you to give him a very confused look. ”So, how was it?” he asked, with a slightly smug grin on his face.

“Ho-how was what?”

“Oh you know…” You stared at him like he had two heads while silently demanding an explanation.  “Kissing Dean!” Now he was full on smirking at you, with his arms crossed.

“I-it was…I mean…it…ITWASSOGREATANDIWANNADOITALLTHETIME!” You finally managed to word vomit and it all came rushing out so fast, your words were all strung together. “It was soft, and sweet, and perfect, and don’t tell him this but I haven’t kissed anyone in almost 7 years. I tried to get back out there after I lost my family, but it didn’t feel right. So I just gave up. But Dean…he’s…he’s different. I can’t explain it Sammy, but he makes me feel so safe and happy and all warm and fuzzy on the inside, and it terrifies me becau-“ Sam interrupted you then.

“Wait, what? Why does it terrify you if he makes you feel so happy?”

Suddenly feeling shy, and overwhelmed, and scared, and so many emotions you almost couldn’t handle it, so you ducked your head.

“No no no don’t do that sweet girl. You mean too much to Dean and I to shut us out. Especially him. Y/N, you need to understand, Dean doesn’t let anyone see this soft side of him. Not even me. I haven’t seen him even TRY to get drunk in weeks. It’s like you take away his pain, and make him feel alive again. You make him a better man Y/N. Please, please don’t shut him out. Talk to me or him, or both of us about your fears. I promise you’re not alone in them.”

You looked up at the moose of a man sitting in front of you. At some point during all that he had grabbed your hand, holding the tiny thing in his two massive ones. The sincerity on his face was the only push you needed. “I don’t let people in because I can’t handle losing anyone else, or having them leave me. It hurts too much.” You shook your head, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I can’t bear the thought of losing him, or even you. It was hard for me to leave everything behind and come here with you guys, but it felt like home the minute you helped me finish unpacking. And him holding me at night, well that just solidified it all. I don’t want to screw up this beautiful friendship we have. I’m broken Sam. I’ve got so much baggage, I can’t possibly be good enough for him. I don’t want…” You trailed off as the tears started falling down your face. Sam pulled you in for a hug.

“You silly woman. Can’t you see he loves you? Baggage and all. He will always love you. I can see it in his eyes; he’s never looked at anyone that way. Well…I’ve seen him look at pictures of Mom that way, but never with the shine in his eyes. It’s always been with sadness and grief. He loves you Y/N.”

All you could do was wrap your arms around your middle and sob while Sam awkwardly tried to hold your little frame in his long, lanky one.

Dean’s POV

Neither of you knew it, but I had come to the door to talk to Sammy about you as well, but was surprised to see you curled up against him crying. Sam was holding you. The way only I was supposed to hold you. I loved you, and here you were ripping my heart out, with none other than my brother. I should have known better than to trust someone. I took off down the hall to go get a glass of whiskey. Halfway there though, I thought better of it though, and decided to go to the bar instead. I grabbed my keys off the kitchen counter, trying not to relive the happy memories from earlier today, and sped out the garage door. Even in my state, I still managed to keep my cool until I had pulled away from the bunker and was speeding down the highway. Finally I allowed the tears to fall where no one would see, and let fly the strings of cuss words so dirty, I could peel the paint off the Impala. I bashed my hand against the dash over and over and over again, hoping that maybe I could take the pain in my heart away by causing myself physical pain. But of course! It didn’t work. It never does! Drowning it in whiskey though, that always helped. At least for the night, until I could cool off away from you and my traitorous brother. I needed a clear head before I spoke to either of you. And looking at the two of you would only make me see red again. I finally arrived at the bar, content on staying for a few hours. Plenty of time to get drunk before heading home. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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Home: Chapter 3

A/n-Part 2 of 8 for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 2k follower challenge. The series has expanded one additional part, so it will now be 8 chapters instead of 7. Chapter 4 will be posted tonight!

Word count: 1,562

Warnings: none for this part really. A little fluff?

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Chapter 3

Two Days Later

The three of you had finally arrived at the bunker. Sam and Dean helped you get unpacked and settled in before Dean went to the kitchen to make dinner. Sam came back with a beer for the both of you and sat on your bed with you.

“So how do you like it here so far?” He looked at you, watching you carefully for any bad reactions to having been ripped away from your home.

“It’s homey. That for sure. But it could definitely use a woman’s touch around here.” The last part brought a genuine smile to yours and his faces. Sam was someone you felt comfortable around. Joking with him, it came so easily. Almost as if you had known him for years, not days.

Sam let out a laugh. The kind of laugh where he throws his head back and laughs from his belly. “Dean would lose his mind if you started painting and making the place smell pretty!” With that realization, you both were laughing until you cried and couldn’t breathe. It had been so long since you had laughed like that.

“What’s so damn funny?” Dean asked from the doorway. You and Sam both turned to look at him like deer in headlights. But the look of confusion on his sweet face had you both giggling uncontrollably again.

Sam was the first one to control himself and take a deep breath. “Y/N was just saying how the bunker could use a woman’s touch, and we were laughing at how you would react.” You kept quietly giggling as the look of confusion on his face turned to one of almost frustration, and then to one of understanding.

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind it too much…I’ve been thinking we could use some changes around here lately anyways, so have at it princess. I want you to feel at home here too, so whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, you do it. This is your place now too.”

Sam rocked back in his seat, entirely shocked by his brother’s words. You however, knew Dean wouldn’t mind. It all went back to the safe, homey feeling you get from being around him. Of course you would have to consult him on any major decisions, because you wanted him to be happy with it too.

“Anyways, dinner’s ready. I hope you like bacon cheeseburgers!” Dean said with a grin across his face. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until that moment, and your stomach let out the loudest, most ferocious sounding growl you had ever heard. All three of you froze and turned to look at your belly, wide eyed and staring. Moments later you all burst into hysterical laughter again, laughing until your sides hurt this time. Dean came over to you and helped you stand up, putting his arm around your shoulders to guide you to the kitchen. He knew you knew where it was, but he wanted the excuse to hold you close again, as did you. You wrapped your arm around his waist and looked up at him with a genuine smile for what felt like the 100th time tonight. He smiled back down at you, and all you could think was I’m home.

Dean’s POV

“I’m gonna take her a beer and make sure she doesn’t need anything before dinner.” I shot Sam a dirty look for a split second, but Sam caught it. “That okay with you dude?” He quickly added. I felt my face soften a little at that.

“Yeah Sammy, that’s fine. Just…I…”

Dean didn’t normally get choked up like this. Yeah, he’s not the greatest with words most of the time, but Sam always understood. Only this time, he wasn’t sure why his brother was acting this way. They had only just met the girl. But he wouldn’t interfere with his brother’s feelings. Dean deserved to be happy, and so did Y/N. “Don’t worry man. I won’t make any moves on her. I saw you call dibs before we even got her out of that hell hole. I’m glad you found someone to make you happy. I don’t wanna stand in the way of that. I love you too much. Besides, I’ve seen the two of you together, and you are the one that she gravitates to. You make her feel safe. I just wanna be there for her as a friend, if that’s okay with you.”

I let out a sigh of relief. Sammy always understood. “Of course, little brother. I won’t stop you from being friends with her. I think she could use all she can get right now. Maybe we can take her to visit Jody and the girls sometime. Let her hang out with other females or something. I don’t know.” I knew I had started rambling, so I just went back to focusing on cutting up the fixings for the burgers.

“That sounds like a great idea! Jody and Alex would love her. We could maybe even wrangle Claire into coming home for a day or two.” Sam took the beers and turned to walk down the hallway towards her room.

I went back to cooking, the burger patties were almost done, and the buns were toasting in the oven. I pulled the sliced cheese out of the fridge along with a beer for myself. I popped the top off and downed it all in one go. I threw it in the trash bin, and grabbed another, sipping on it this time. I began humming the tune Y/N had played in the car the other night.

Let’s lay it on the line, I don’t care if it takes all night

Cause this is gonna make us stronger, it’s gonna make forever longer

I know it’d be easier walking away, but what we got is real

And I wanna save us, baby we can do it, baby we’ll get through this

I was pulled from my thoughts by the small of the burgers and the sound of laughter. Sammy hasn’t laughed like that in a while. Then I heard your laugh, and it made me freeze. It was like windchimes in the soft, quiet summer breeze. Like church bells tolling in the small towns they passed though on a hunt. Like a harp being played in the silence of a wedding. It stunned me, and all I could do was grin like a fool at the beautiful, happy sound that was reverberating through the bunker. I quickly got the burgers plated up and on the table along with the condiments they had, and then turned to make my way down the hallway. You laughed again, and I broke into a face splitting smile. Silently praying I could make it to your room before you stopped laughing; I turned the corner just as you were wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes. You and Sam had been laughing so hard you hadn’t noticed me walk into the doorway.

“What’s so damn funny?” I asked. You and Sam whipped around with oh shit looks on your faces, and it took everything I had not to burst out laughing at the two of you. I watched as you took a glance at each other, and just broke into laughter again. I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, especially when I saw those beautiful crinkles around your mouth and eyes. Your face looked so bright and happy for the first time since we had rescued you.

I watch as Sammy took a deep breath and finally managed to say “Y/N was just saying how the bunker could use a woman’s touch, and we were laughing at how you would react.”

I could feel the confusion leave his face, and being replaced by frustration. A woman’s touch? Was the bunker really that bad? I don’t want her to feel like she’s living in a prison. I want her to be happy here.

“You know, I really wouldn’t mind it too much…I’ve been thinking we could use some changes around here lately anyways, so have at it princess. I want you to feel at home here too, so whatever you need to do to feel comfortable, you do it. This is your place now too.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt shocked. Did I really just say that? But the smile that crossed your face made it so worth it. You had an ear to ear grin on, and it made my heart swell. “Anyways, dinner’s ready. I hope you like bacon cheeseburgers!”

With that, I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard the most vicious growl coming from your gut. I just turned and looked at your belly, as Sam did the same, and the three of us laughed so hard your sides hurt. Hearing your laugh again and seeing how happy you were, even if it was temporary, made me so relieved. I just wanted to touch you again, so I threw my arm around your shoulders. My grin widened, almost impossibly, as you wrapped your arm around my waist. I had never been one to want a woman for more than a few nights, but I found myself thinking that I would love nothing more than to wake up with you in my arms every morning…

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