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Kiss #3 - A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

“Well, that’s just not realistic,” Dean said in a frustrated tone, throwing his hands up in the air as if to punctuate the statement. Cas, who was currently curled up beside him under the same blanket on the couch, didn't say anything in response. He simply reached out and grabbed a handful of buttery popcorn from the bucket in Dean's lap, munching on it slowly.

“Dean. We agreed to have movie night together only if you promised not to pick apart every detail of the movie again,” Sam huffed from his comfortable sprawl on the beanbag. Eileen sat behind Sam, half-braiding his hair and half-massaging his head.

“Well it wouldn't happen like that! Who whispers ‘kiss me’? Or goes weak in the knees over a kiss? Hollywood can't get the ewoks right in the remakes and now can't even portray a simple kiss.” Dean shook his head, sighing in defeat.

With fond exasperation, Eillen turned and shushed Dean. The scene changed; ‘female career-woman protagonist’ and her ‘handsome-labourer-who-won-her-heart’ were now sharing a milkshake in a diner. A sickeningly sweet display of romance.

Watching the scene made Dean feel both hot and cold all at once. He’d done that with Cas hundreds of times; shared milkshakes across a table in some dingy diner while Sam was handling another aspect of the case. Oh God. Had Cas figured it out too while watching this scene? What did that make them?

Dean was suddenly hyper aware of how closely Cas was leaning against his side; thighs and shoulders pressed together as Cas occasionally reached for the popcorn that was wedged between Dean’s knees. A clawing feeling of panic itched up Dean’s throat. Shit. He had to get out of here. Now.

“Drinks anyone? I’m going to get a refill,” Dean said in a rush. He stood quickly, almost knocking the bowl over in his haste as he detached himself from the warmth of Cas. Cas startled at the movement, and Dean dropped the bowl into the angel’s lap before he took off towards the kitchen.

Dropping his empty bottle into the recycling bin, Dean braced himself against the metal counter and heaved in a couple deep breaths. His mind was whirring; the scene from the movie crashing and merging with his own memories with Cas. Shared milkshakes together. Shared blankets and popcorn bowls. Stealing food from each other’s plates and turning to each other during hunts as they moved as one.

The way they reached for each other; often leaning against each other. Or how Dean looked for Cas any time he walked into a room.

Oh God. Oh shit. The pieces started clicking and Dean felt the room spin. He was in love with his best friend. How had that even happened? Switching the tap on, Dean splashed water up against his face with a gasp. Oh, he was in trouble now. How was he supposed to go back out there and pretend he hadn’t just had an epiphany? How did he act like he wasn’t utterly gone on his best friend?

Of course, fate was never on Dean’s side, because seconds later, Cas shuffled into the kitchen; the blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

Oh.

Dean was absolutely and utterly smitten.

“What’s wrong?” Cas asked, stepping closer, dragging the blanket along with him. “You just took off,” he mumbled, leaning against the counter next to Dean and looking at him carefully.

Shit. How the hell was he supposed to cover this up? “I just- needed some air. Only so many inaccurate kisses a guy can watch before he can’t take it anymore,” Dean said, forcing himself to laugh it off.

Cas tilted his head- goddammit, he needed to stop being so cute- regarding Dean with a raised eyebrow as he contemplated Dean’s words. “How do you know it’s inaccurate?”

Scoffing, Dean turned around and grabbed a glass, filling it with water to busy his hands. “Because I’ve kissed a lot of people over the years. No one asks to be kissed like that. And it never leaves people weak in the knees.”

Resounding silence stretched between them, and Dean was almost convinced Cas had slipped out and left Dean to brood. But when he turned around, Cas was right there, standing in his personal space.

“What’re you-” Dean started to say.

“Kiss me,” Cas whispered, glancing down to Dean’s lips before flickering his gaze back up to meet Dean’s eyes again.

“Wh-what?” Dean stuttered, breath catching in his lungs. Had he heard that right?

Something in Cas’ voice changed, deep tone slipping away into something breathy and delicate. “Kiss me, Dean.” The words floated in the air between them, twinging Dean’s heart strings and making him feel wobbly.

Oh. Oh.

That’s how it felt to hear someone you loved say those words.

A shaky breath tumbled from Dean’s mouth, and then he was kissing Cas. The kiss matched the mood Cas’ tone had set; soft and achingly tender. Their lips pressed together with gentle caresses, breaking apart and immediately melding back together again.

The blanket fell to the floor; Cas’ hands winding around Dean’s neck. Cas let out a quiet sigh as Dean brushed their lips together again, and Dean all but melted. The angel tilted his head slightly; catching Dean’s lower lip between his own and lingering against Dean’s mouth.

That was all it took. Dean felt his knees wobble and threaten to give out underneath him, and he gripped hold of Cas’ hips tighter to keep himself upright. Cas pulled back slightly from the kiss, and before Dean could chase his mouth, Cas was gliding their lips together again.

It was agonizingly soft. Each brush of lips felt like a burst of longing cracking open in Dean’s chest. Cas didn’t stop, lips tenderly worshipping Dean’s, and Dean never wanted it to end.

Finally, when Dean felt dizzy and desperate for air, he broke the kisses, pressing his back against the counter to hold himself up.

“Oh. So that’s what it feels like,” Dean murmured, resting his forehead against Cas’.

Cas smiled, tilting his head to brush his nose against Dean’s. “You make me weak in the knees too, Dean Winchester.”

Dean felt the air leave his lungs, but he didn’t care. He just leaned in and kissed Cas again; stealing the air from Cas’ lungs and leaving them both breathless.

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All Things Must Pass - Dean Winchester CHAPTER ONE

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader Fic 

Fic Summary: Reader, her sister Stevie and the Winchesters reunite after not seeing each other in a few years. Ever since Dean told her to leave him and his issues behind, reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like. Hunting, past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester creates tension between you two and everything else. 

Warnings: None? Angst, Flashback

Word Count: 5.3k

CHAPTER ONE

Hunting was difficult, and sometimes exhilarating even. It was everything and it was a life you were born into. There was no running from it, at least that’s what you were taught; no leaving it all behind without a guilt of innocent lives in danger you know are always at risk. This was the life of you, your sister and the Winchesters. It was the life of your family in the past. The four of you shared similar stories and childhoods and even knew each other since you were all kids considering everyone's parents were hunters. 

It was rare though, you and Stevie seeing the Winchester brothers. Growing up through the years and raising your sister after the death of your parents was rough, but bumping into the boys and John was rare. When John wasn’t around, the four of you had spent time hanging out, or working on a case or two together. But when you all did meet up, it was like time hadn't passed. The two of you were the oldest of your siblings so you always looked out for Sam the same way Dean looked out for Stevie. But the way you both watch each other's backs, the shared intense gazes...there was always something there that the two of you could never even begin to explain. 

Flirting was a thing that always happened back and forth between Dean and you. It started when you were kids, teenagers, and it never stopped. At first it was just cute and a way to distract each other from the horrors of hunting but then as you got older there was some tension that both Sam and Stevie so obviously saw. 

There was jealousy among both sides, as Dean would see other girls and you would be seeing other guys. But neither of you said anything, because you were just kids trying to find some type of normalcy in an unconventional life you shared. But that’s also when the very rare hookups began that started out platonic but turned into something more as both your feelings lingered between each other. It wasn't spoken but it was known that Dean felt something more and so did you. 

And those feelings you two felt was nothing you could ever imagine in a life like this. Feelings like this could never be pursued in a hunters life, as Dean would think. You often wondered why couldn't they at least give it a try?

But losing people by the hands of a vampire, rougarou or a damn demon did make it worse to feel love for someone. It was bad enough the two of you had a younger sibling to protect, so there was never any mention of trying, not a word came out of you to let Dean know you wanted something, wanted him. 

You hadn’t seen them in a while, especially Sam. He left them to join college and Dean had stuck to hunting with his father, even after he went missing. When John was missing, Dean called you and Stevie to help him and Sam search for a while, but eventually he pushed you away to keep you and your sister safe once things got more dangerous. You protested his demands then obliged but never stopped helping or looking for their dad. It was the least you could do since John helped you and your sister when your parents died all those years ago. 

And ever since that night Dean told you to leave, you hadn't seen them again. But tonight you would have no idea you'd be encountering the Winchesters again. Without any idea of the weight they were about to lay on you.  But here you are in Upstate New York, just shy of seven at night, getting ready to solve a case after you and your sister finished a hunt with werewolves a few days ago, just states away. 

The diner is blaring, filled with Christmas music playing, families, couples and teens talking over it. It’s stuffy from the heat blasting from the vents and crowded diner. The holiday season was upon everyone, the overbearing christmas decorations and the big glowing multicolor string lights hung throughout the walls of the diner. A few stray strings of tinsel lay on the checkered floor. Sam and Dean sit in a booth, the Christmas lights shining on them as they discuss a case they've been seeing through.

Dean checks out one of the waitresses that walk by him as he smirks to himself as Sam coughs trying to get his attention. He just turns his head at his brother and shrugs laughing before he takes a sip of beer.

“Back to the case, yeah?” Sam smiles as he types away on his laptop after handing over a file to his brother. 

“Yeah, yeah.” Dean takes the file with aggressive force, exhausted from previous cases. “Let’s just hope this one doesn’t attract a certain woman psycho.”

“Bela?”

“That bitch is all types of nuts.” 

“Yeah well,” Sam shrugs, “we’ve got some important things to focus on Dean. Like vampires?”

“So, let me guess. The usual? Dead bodies poppin’ up at night all around town, drained of their blood and teeth marks on their necks?” 

Sam looks at him dumbfounded, “Sorta. Except some victims end up staying alive in a hospital.”

“There’s always a catch.” Dean gulps down some beer and rolls his eyes.

“Always.” 

You and Stevie walk side by side make your way to the diner counter without any idea you'd be seeing anyone you would know — even the Winchester boys. New York was a place you loved, because it reminded you how big the world is, and whenever you felt small growing up in a small town, the city made you feel like you could take on anything, be it monsters, ghosts or even your own issues. 

The last time you saw them was a few years back at Bobby's when you needed his and the boys help in finding your sister after a hunt went wrong. Thankfully they were there for you and like always, everyone worked well with each other.

Stevie shrugs off her faded large black jean jacket and drapes it over the back of the seat as she grabs two places at the counter. Your hands are still in your leather jacket pockets, still cold from the rainy and freezing atmosphere of Upstate.  

"Those damn werewolves the other night...god it really tired me out." Your sister says sighing once she sits down on the cushioned seat. 

"Yeah well we got the job done, that's how we do. On to the next." You smile smugly, turning your head to speak to a waitress. "Can we get two beers over here? Thanks."

"And two plates of fries!" Your sister adds.

Shifting around to lean your back against the counter, you peer out to the people sighing in annoyance. It was either too many people for your liking or you were sick being in these diners and even the road bars and being hit on way too much by men of all ages. It was rare to actually take a night off and get one of the men or women back into your motel for the night as Stevie hung around somewhere else.

But when you did get that night off, it was a great way to wind back and forget about the real shit that no one else but hunters can imagine.

Just as you were about to finish scanning the room you feel your sister nudge you. Turning back around to the counter you see your beer waiting nice and cold, water slipping down the bottle just waiting to be drunk. Drinking together was celebratory for your sister and you, and the only time you drank was whenever you beat the monsters with her. Other than that, you'd never drink.

“So,” Stevie begins, “Are we here for this vampire hunt or another one of your breaks?”

After gulping down a drastic amount of beer, you place it down on the counter then rest your elbows on the counter, as you stay leaning against it. 

“If I’m lucky, maybe both.” You say sarcastically, raising your eyebrows up and down before rolling your eyes. “Nah, whenever we finish this hunt I thought you might like to do some tourist bullshit in the city. We deserve some bonding time that doesn’t involve hunting.”

Stevie gasps dramatically, “No motel hookups for you? That’s surprising.” 

You laugh and hit her arm with the back of your arm. 

“I don’t even need to doubt that you’re my sister. Anyways, yes we deserve an actual break. One that doesn’t include drinking to get drunk or waking up with a person you don’t even know.” 

Stevie smiles and raises her beer bottle to you. 

“To a well deserved break.” 

You roll your eyes and grab your beer once you turn around, “To a well deserved break.” 

Just across the diner sitting in a booth, Dean shifts in his seat once he eyes the back of you and your sister from afar, standing at the counter with your backs turned. The leather jacket clings to your body just like the light blue jeans you wear. He bites his bottom lip almost as if he was in agony as his eyes were glossing from the top of your head to your back and down to your ass as he checked you out.

He doesn’t know it was either of you, but all he sees are two hot women from behind and he slammed his beer down in smiles.

“Dude.” Sam looks up at his brother once he stands up from the booth.

“Sam, we are in freaking New York. The chicks out here know what they want.”

He fixes his jacket, popping up his collar and takes a step forward. 

“We’re on a hunt! Besides, don’t be a creep, there’s families here.”

“Never stopped me before.” He slaps Sam on the shoulder. “There’s two of them and two of us. Let’s get some, Sammy!” 

Stevie and you are drinking beers and discussing some book the two of you finally finished reading -- this was your favorite thing you and your sister shared, other than hunting, books were a good way to escape your harsh reality as a hunter. 

“I don’t understand why she had to end up with him.” Stevie rolls her eyes. “I get the time period of it all, but surely she could’ve fucking been the one to end that gender role of marrying an asshole of a rich guy and be her own person? She was smart!”

“I don’t think that’s what it was about.” You say, tilting your head and looking around as you think about the book. 

“Well, she didn’t have to marry him!”

“Well, she did.” You pat Stevie on her back in sarcastic comfort. 

“It’s called Pride and Prejudice! How did that end up having a happy ending?” Stevie practically yells as she complains about Jane Austen’s book. 

“Alright there, calm down.” You laugh. “I’m sure we can find a new book where the main girl doesn’t fall for a man and stays on her own.”

“Or better yet, falls in love with a woman. Could it kill these writers to have some or decent representation?” 

“You’re not wrong there.”

“When am I ever wrong?” Stevie pridefully says, as she stuffs her face with french fries. 

Before the conversation went further, you hear heavy footsteps coming from behind you. You were beginning to hope it wasn't anyone trying to hit on you or your sister and that it was just someone trying to order food or their check. 

"So uh, what's the deal? You two best friends, sisters?" A gruff voice asks, attempting to flirt as he lets out a laugh. "My brother and I have a booth if you wanna join us, or you know a motel room eventually."

"Dude." You hear another voice say. "Seriously?"

"Uh- not together. No, nope that is so not what I meant."

You furrow your brows and let out a chuckle, turning around coming in contact with those wide greens eyes you know. The guy's cocky smile fades and his mouth goes ajar.

"Well shit, Sam and Dean." You raise your brows as your heart starts to pound just a tiny bit faster than normal. It's Dean. “Hi boys.”

"Hitting on women in a diner? Have you finally hit a low, Dean?" Stevie jabs at him, smiling and looking at Sam. "Has he?"

Her head tilts to Sam and they both laugh as they embrace each other in their arms for a warm, welcoming hug while laughing.

Dean is still stuck frozen once he has the realization it's you. Still in shock at the fact that he had embarrassingly flirted with the person he hadn’t seen in two years, someone he was a complete jerk to. Your eyes don't leave him and you both weren't so sure how to greet each other since the last time you saw him.

"Dean, I know you want to protect me but you forget I do the same thing you do. How can you be so stubborn?"

"Because I can't lose you and it's best that you go. This yellow eyed demon is no joke," he says your name and pleads. "If I can make sure you go, I can make sure that you and your sister are safe."

"But we're all family." You argue. "And family stays together, fights together."

"Family doesn't let family die."

"Which is why we won't leave you and Sam to do this on your own." You make a point but Dean shakes his head. "So that's that then? Won't let me help find your dad, the one who saved me and my sister's life? I owe it to him to help."

"He wouldn't want you to help."

"You don't know that."

"Of course I do! If my dad doesn't even want us looking why would he want you to risk your life?"

"Don't you see it Dean? You just said it yourself, don't be a hypocrite and don't you dare push me away. We've been through too much together, let me help. I love you, okay? I love Sam and I'd do anything for you guys."

"We can't keep doing what we're doing. I don't want to see you dead for me or for my dad." 

Dean looks away as tears form in his eyes as he tries to ignore the three words you told him. 

He rubs his hand over his face and through his short dirty blonde hair.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I'm doing this to keep you safe."

"But you are hurting me, Dean. My heart -- listen, please don't push me out. I'm a goddamn hunter this is what we do, it's just another case."

"It's not just another case. It’s better you're hurt and far away from me than dead because of me."

You look away from his eyes once the memory of your last encounter with him pops in your head. A smile forms on your face as your sister leaves Sam's embrace and nudges Dean in his arm to hug her. Dean looks away, pulls your sister in and smiles.

You roll your eyes at Sam's huge smile then engulf him in the biggest bear hug ever. You take a step back to lean against the bar again not wanting to embrace the guy who hurt you— the guy who was a hypocritical coward that night, even though you wanted nothing more to be in those arms again.

"It's good to see you. What's going on?" Sam says, pulling away and waiting for your sister and you to explain.

"How long has it been?" Dean clears his throat to pull himself together as you feel his eyes on you, but you're not sure how long you can stand it.

"Been too long." You smile sadly at him. "We just finished up a case back in California, bunch of werewolves."

"And you're here in Albany now, why so far?" Sam asks.

"Besides wanting to see the city again, I hear there's some vamp activity around town, so we figured to take a quick beer break and then dive right into research." Stevie explains.

"Well look at that." Dean smiles at Sam before glancing down at you and your sister. "We're already on it."

You furrow your brows, "aren't you gonna let us join you boys? For old times sake?"

You're not sure why you said it, because seeing Dean was something you weren't so sure you wanted. Of course you missed him, of course you wanted him back in your life...but knowing Dean, he'd be too stubborn to let that happen. But your thoughts were shaken by Dean accepting the offer.

"Hell yeah, let's do this and get this son of a bitch."

"There could be more than just one, Dean." Sam says, as Stevie and you laugh.

"Then...let's get these sons of bitches."

"Sam, I have so much shit to tell you." Stevie grabs Sam's arm and pulls him away towards the booth as she pats Dean on the shoulder when she walks by him. "Let's let them catch up."

You catch on to what your younger sister is doing, acting like she's in her teens again and playing matchmaker. You scoff as the two of them head back to the booth and geek out over previous cases they wished they could've done together. See those two were like the closest friends you'd ever seen, and despite Dean practically kicking you out and pushing you away, Sam and Stevie kept in touch.

"Those two," Dean sighs as he tries not to be awkward. "When are they gonna get together, am I right?"

Taking a step back to lean on the counter of the bar again, your brows furrow and you cringe at the thought.

"What? I'm serious."

"Dean, my sister is not into Sam."

"Oh come on, look at how she looks at him."

The two of you glance over at the booth to see them smiling brightly at each other, her eyes wide as she seems to be telling him a story. You scoff and lift the beer up to your mouth and scoff. Dean leans next to you, staring with a questionable look.

"Gosh, you are so damn oblivious. You think you'd know someone practically your entire life and they don't know..."

He looks at you trying to understand, his eyebrows raised while his mouth goes slightly agape.

"My god Dean, she's into women!"

You stare at Dean's face as he's trying to figure it out, then frowns while nodding his head while with a small smile.

"Makes sense."

"Oh does it now?" You laugh. "And how exactly does that make sense?"

"I'm just saying, I mean there was that one time she got mad at me for checking out a college chick. She knocked me in the face, remember? I thought it was because I was supposed to be focusing on the case, but I guess not. Maybe she was jealous-”

"My god."

The conversation ends in laughter, awkwardly of course, as you both stand there at the counter drinking and letting your siblings catch up. You are beginning to feel overwhelmed by his presence and you try and take a few steps forward before he catches onto your wrist with urgency.

"Listen," Dean starts as he says your name. "The last time we spoke-"

"We don't need to talk about it." You get out of his soft grasp , down your beer then slam it on the counter.

"But-"

You smile bitterly, "It's all good! Once this case is over you don't gotta ever see me again like we discussed."

And with that, you walk towards the booth where your sister and Sam hang out eager to get the night and case over with.

Most of the night in the diner goes smoothly as you all get caught up with each other's lives and the cases you've been on since the last time you saw each other.

"How's uh, life been going?" Dean raises his brows in your direction as he stands up and sits in your side of the booth, after you sit back down from letting your sister out of the booth. Sam and her go to grab more beer for the four of you, leaving Dean and you alone yet again.

"Like always it's been...well you know how it is." You roll your eyes. "Been chasing cases and never really stopping."

"Looks like you were stopping tonight."

"Having a drink before another case? I don't think so. The last time I stopped hunting it wasn't so fun."

"Why's that? Finished all the beer in the town you were in?"

"Very funny Dean."

He sits back in the seat and rests his arm on top of the booth which are a few inches away from your shoulders. You shift in your seat, feeling uneasy because of the awkwardness. That, or because of the fluttering butterflies you got when he was near you. 

"Hey, I'm just saying. Our breaks don't get to be fun, or even relaxing. Lucky we get a few hours of sleep at most, or something else." He wiggles his brows. "There wasn't anything fun to do besides hunting?"

"After the last time we saw each other...you know. Us hunters don't get breaks, remember? I kept working case after case, drinking even though I didn't like it I even went back to motels with different people I would never even talk to again."

Dean furrows her brows in question, "Different people?"

"I tell you all that and that's what you take from it? Dumbass."

"Sorry, I just didn't-"

"Know. That's alright, I never told anyone. I didn't think it made a difference from who I am, you know? Anyways, besides being bisexual Dean, I was a wreck. My sister really helped me but I don't think I'm over things."

He leans forward and reaches his hand out for you.

"Listen-”

"Dean, I'm serious when I say we don't need to talk about what happened. It's over with and after this case I was-"

"Look, my dad died." Dean begins to explain but you cut him off again.

"I heard," your head drops down and away from his gaze, but your hand finds him on the table. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I took it serious when you told me to stay away."

"It's alright, I guess I kind of deserve that." He shrugs. "But I need you to listen to me when I say the things I said to you then.. you didn't deserve me yelling in your face and saying harsh shit. I just wanted to keep you and your sister safe, away from that demon."

You raise your head and turn back to look at him in slight disbelief.

"I've handled a demon or two before Dean."

"Not this one, this one had yellow eyes and was too powerful and dangerous. I couldn't get you mixed up with that and I couldn't put you at risk."

"But why Dean? I really don't understand why you wanted to push me away?"

You were too scared to admit to yourself that maybe it was because he really did love you. Although it was unsaid, you both knew the feelings you held for each other were real and they were there. But to say it out loud? That was something else.

He stutters but words don't come out.

"Forget it." You say, as you see Sam and your sister walking back to the booth.

"I do want to fix things." Dean quickly says before his brother and your sister come back to join you guys.

Your eyes stay fixed on him as he drinks away the beer and plays around with the new plate of fries you know Dean and your sister wanted. The conversation gets away from the both of you, and instead Sam and your sister spend the most time talking and occasionally poking fun at Dean and his moments from the past.

The four of you leave the diner and make it back to a motel not so far from where it is. You drive the truck you've had for a few months with your sister in the passenger seat, following the impala to the motel.

"So, did it feel awkward?"

"What?" You ask your sister glancing from her then to the road.

"Seeing Dean again." She shrugs. "I mean the last time we saw them, he basically screamed and kicked your ass out on the curb."

"Our asses." You say. "That was what, two years ago? It didn't... feel awkward... it just felt sad. I'm sure you felt the same."

"Yes, but that's different. I'm not sad like how you are because I'm not the one who's in love with one of them."

"I'm not in love with Dean." You sigh in annoyance, even though you know she's right and made a good point but you wouldn't ever admit it.

“I never said Dean.” 

You scold at Stevie and grip the steering wheel tightly,  “My statement still stands.” 

"Sure." She mutters.

You pull up next to the impala in a parking space and roll your eyes as you grab your bag and make way to get a room for your sister and you. As you all get settled down in your rooms, you meet back in the Winchester's room and pile on the books and research. All in unsettling silence or an occasional info dump from Sam or Stevie, you and Dean would steal glances at each other. After an hour or so of research your sister and you took a vending machine break and let the boys read this time (the last time you worked on a real case with them, you were stuck with the pile of books so it was only right).

A bit later you came back into the motel and the atmosphere between the brothers were off as Dean looked agitated and a bit exhausted. Without figuring out what was happening like you used to do, you let things go and decided that you and Sam would leave and pick up food for everyone, leaving your sister with Dean to research more through books and the laptop.

Sam decided he wanted to drive, so he took the keys to the Impala and Dean didn't even protest against it. Once the two of you arrive back at the twenty-four hour diner, Sam orders inside a bunch of mixed foods; breakfast stuff and coffees for everyone just in case you all wouldn't get a chance to eat breakfast in a few hours. The two of you wait outside for the food, holding paper cups of coffee as you stand by the impala.

"What's up with Dean, Sam?" You lean on the impala as Sam and you wait for the food you're picking up for everyone. "Eager to have us join this case and work together? What's next, singing kumbaya in a bar or around a damn campfire?"

Sam looks down on the ground for a moment as if he's hesitating, thinking of a way to tell you without being the one to break your heart.

"You know how Dean is...protective." Sam says as you nod your head.

"Oh I know," your eyes go wide, "which is why he doesn't seem like his one hundred percent self tonight."

Sam stays silent for a few minutes, as you were staring up at him painterly waiting for him to answer.

"Well?" You plead. 

"His time..." Sam is hesitant, unsure if he should be telling you his brother's truth. "His time is running up and he did it for me."

"Time is running up? What the fuck does that mean?"

"He made a deal with a demon."

"He made a deal with a goddamn demon?" Your pulse begins to quicken as your face scrunches as panic rises in your throat. 

"He's got a year to live and if he tries to stop it he'll die right then and there."

"A year?" Your voice trembles as your words barely make it out your mouth. Backing away from Sam you hear him try to console you but your hand goes up and he stops walking.

"What a way to reunite.” You close your eyes and shake your head. “Fuck.” 

Your mind is racing with thoughts and your heart begins to break, knowing that Dean and you might never get a chance ever.

"Wait, is that why he let us join this case?"

Sam nods with empathy, "Probably. I think this is probably a way to make amends with you, make things right before he you know...dies."

"Fucking dick." You scoff. "So he just thinks just because he's gonna die that I'll forgive him? Why is he so selfish?"

"Look, he took a deal with a crossroads demon. My life, for his. I'm upset, angry too but you know how Dean is."

"Yeah he's a dumbass." You sit back onto the impala and bite your lip to stop yourself from crying.

Sam scoffs, "yeah, he is. He did it for me but I just can't help but feel like I need to save his life now."

"Can we?" You ask him quickly. "Is there anything I can do to help, to help save him before his time is up?"

"We could hunt the demon down. But look, I know Dean wouldn't want me anywhere near this, and if he finds out that you know, things will be different."

"As if it isn't already."

"I know it hurts and I know all about what happened, trust me I've tried talking to him about it. I know he's only got a year but if he wants to be at peace with the people in his life the least you can do is hear him out. I'm serious when I say give him-"

"I'll listen, but I want to talk to him." You stand up and make your way to the passenger side and open the car door, resting on top as you wait for Sam.

"About it all, everything."

"Yeah, okay. But what about the case?"

"We'll work in teams. Watch out for my sister, she'll watch out for you. Dean and I will go together and I'll talk to him then."

You sit down in the car and slam the door, slightly cursing to yourself that it might've been too hard. But then you remember Dean isn't driving — he won't know. Sam gets in the car and starts her up.

"He'll try and talk you out of it all. Dean...he's pretty adamant about wanting to be saved. If he.. if he even goes near trying to get out of the deal, he'll die. We all know how he is, with or without this deal he's protective and never wants people he cares about to get in danger because of him. And I agree with that sometimes.”

You stay quiet. 

“Look, you're family and I can't let you and your sister just let everything go and help us."

You furrow your brows at him almost as if you're about to scold him, but also because you're starting to feel worried.

He says your name, “just because I'm not the one you love doesn't mean I won't be as protective as him. Talk to him if you want, just know his mind is pretty much set on this deal."

You look down in your lap and play with your fingers as you anxiously think about Dean's deal and wanting to talk to him. After Sam explains that he's pretty straight on the deal, it makes you nervous to tell him you know. You nod your head then turn to look out the window as he begins to drive back to the motel. The more you began to think, the more worried you were on how you were going to focus on this case and even muster up the courage to confront Dean about the past, his deal and the things unresolved between the two of you.

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All Things Must Pass - Dean Winchester CHAPTER THREE

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader, her sister Stevie and the Winchesters reunite after not seeing each other in a few years. Ever since Dean told her to leave him and his issues behind, reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like. Hunting, past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester creates tension between you two and everything else.

Warnings: None? Angst. Minor violence?

Word Count: 2.3k

CHAPTER THREE

It’s nearing midnight and the four of you were splitting up. Sam and Stevie are walk around one corner with flashlights by their side, as you and Dean are stalking down the narrow alley. The concrete is wet and filled with puddles from the downpour from earlier. Everything is dark  except certain illuminated spots from a street lamp or two. Just an hour ago, you all figured out that it was just one vampire and it so happens to be a woman who had killed just two people. 

You start walking ahead of Dean and notice a large shadow behind a big dirty dumpster. 

“Dean, over here.” 

You hear his heavy footsteps approaching from behind you and suddenly his flashlight shines at the shadow ahead, revealing a puddle of blood. Reaching for your gun, you continue walking ahead of Dean, who’s whispering to you in protest. You ignore him peaking behind the dumpster and falling to your knees to help the struggling, on the verge of death, man that lies on the floor. 

“This case, the vamp is killed two vics so far?” You ask as you turn back to the man. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay.” 

“Three now.” Dean furrows his brows at the man laying down. 

“No, he’s not gonna die.” Your hands stop at his neck, bloods pouring out. “It’s our job to save these people, just call a ambulance and then we’ll go.” 

“This son of a bitch kills two people… all of a sudden she keeps one alive?” 

“It could’ve been an accident. I mean, keeping him alive.” 

Your hands are covered in the mans blood as you keep pressure on the wound on his neck. He’s slowly passing out, and you’re beginning to panic. 

“Alright there’s too much blood, Dean. Call them, now.” 

Dean keeps the flashlight on you and the victim as he takes his phone out of his jacket pocket and begins to diall. 

“Don’t you worry. We’re getting help.” 

“Yeah, hi-” 

Dean’s voice comes to a stop. You hear a loud thud coming from behind you and looking his way, you call for him as you see him lying on ground beside the dumpster. There’s a dent in it from him being thrown into it with great force. His voice is hoarse as he groans in pain, his head lifting up to meet your concerned eyes. Without saying anything, the two of you are furrowing your brows in confusion trying figure out what the hell just happened. 

“Dean!” 

You and Dean both glancing up behind you to see Sam and Stevie calling his your name from the end of the alley. You’re sighing in relief and notice that none of you were hurt by the possible vampire that just threw Dean into the side of dumpster. Paying attention back to the victim, you notice that he’s now fully passed out. Your bloody covered fingers glide up to the side of his neck by his ear and pressy gently, waiting to feel a pulse. Once you feel the slight thumps pulsing against his skin, your eyes are shutting for just seconds in content that he might be okay and survive this. 

“We’re alright!” You call out to them. “Still gonna need that ambulance.” 

“Where the hell did that bitch go?” Dean asked. 

“Stevie, behind you!” 

Something pulls you back off the man on the ground, sending you flying and skidding across the concrete. Groaning in pain, you open your eyes to see a blonde woman hovering over you, her mouth opening wide revealing her fangs. Lifting up your right leg, you pull back and kick her hard off of you, causing her to land back on her knees. You feel a burning sensation on your knees and look down to see your light blue jeans have been shredded, covered with a little bit of your blood. 

Behind the vampire just a few feet away, Dean’s rolling up his jacket sleeves and taking the blade to his arm, slicing himself open, blood rushing down his arms. 

“You smell that?” He yells. “Come and get it!” 

“Dean, no!” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Come on...I smell good, don’t I?”

The blonde vampire smiles and snaps her head around, getting ready to pounce over to him. Standing up, you run over to the woman and wrap your arm around her neck trying to pull her back. She instantly elbows you in the stomach, causing you to lose your balance and let her gain some traction over your body. Once she grips you by the waist and makes you face Dean, he rases his arm to make sure she smells his blood. 

She stands there looking back and forth between the two of you, as she grips you tighter by the waist and moves your hair, licking the side of your neck. Your breathing becomes shallow, frightened that she might bite into you, turn you or even kill you. The blade! You remember it’s just behind your back in your jeans, but her grip on you makes it hard for you to reach behind without her noticing. 

“You want me, not her!” Dean shouts, dropping his blade. “Come on!” 

With just your luck, the blade in the back of your waist band drops to the floor before you could even reach for it and you’re cursing in anger. The vampire starts laughing while shoving you off, sending you gliding across the ground and into a puddle. Your eyes widen in horror watching the woman come close to Dean, her neck titled and right onto his neck. No.

 No, this isn’t time for him. He’s not supposed to die tonight, not like this. He can’t. 

Sam and Stevie’s voices echo through the alley and gets louder as they stand behind Dean in shock. Within seconds, you see him holding up his hand with the syringe, injecting her with the dead man’s blood. 

“Dean!” Sam yells, running to his brother. 

The vampire falls the ground and Dean starts breathing heavily, relieved that the vampire is knocked out on the ground. Sam and Stevie stand by him with questionable looks on their faces, pausing to make sure he’s alright. 

“What?” 

“Cutting it a little close, don’t ya think?” Sam asks as his eyes widen in confusion and a hint of panic.

“Ah,” his voice is still breathy, “that’s just chum in the water. Worked, didn’t it?” 

Stevie rolls her eyes and makes her way over to you and the guy on the floor. Squatting down she places a hand on your shoulder and checks for any bite marks. 

“You’re okay.”

You nod and tilt you head at the man. 

“I’ll call an ambulance now.” Stevie says and takes out her phone. 

Dean’s laughing and you stare him down as if he was acting like a mad man. He looks down at the vampire then at you. He catches your eyes and winces just a bit, feeling like he might’ve pissed you off or something. 

He’s picks up the blade from the ground and walks over to you, lending a hand. You’re cursing to yourself and to Dean, but he’s not noticing. You reach out to grab his empty hand and he helps you up. You’re gripping onto his jacket, pulling him into a tight hug. He freezes, but before he can even respond to the hug, you’re shoving him back slapping him in the chest with all your strength. 

“Do you want to die?” You ask. “Is that it? What the hell was that!” 

“Oh come on! I’m fine.”

“We’re supposed to be working together, watching each others backs. That was the complete opposite!” 

“She was going to bite you!” He yells back. “I did what I needed to do.” 

Dean steps forward but you inch back. You’re pissed, but now isn’t the time for another fight. 

“Look, let’s just fucking tie her up and get to the bottom of this shit. I’m wet, exhausted and just wanna kill some vamps!” 

The three of them are just standing there watching you as you curse, wiping your bloody hands on your jeans. Turning around from them, you’re bending down and hold your hand over the man’s chest man. Although he’s passed out, you whisper in assurance that he’ll get the help he needs. 

The brothers quickly grab the vampire and tie her arms together, as all of you start walking away further into the alley and to an abandoned motel not too far. As Dean and Sam are interrogating the vampire, Lucy, Stevie and you are outside on watch just in case anyone comes by and starts questioning the boys and what they’re doing inside the musty motel room. 

Just outside in the shivering upstate weather, it stays silent between you and Stevie. She’s casually smoking a cigarette which you constantly nag her about the day she was old enough to buy a pack. Rolling your eyes at the smell you’re moving off the wall, putting some distance between you and her. 

“Look,” Stevie begins, “I know you haven’t seen Dean since he kicked us to the curb, but what the hell was that back there? Getting mad at Dean. I know it was a dumb move by him to literally put his neck out in the open, but he’s a damn Winchester.” 

You’re not looking at her and she can tell you’re trying to avoid the topic. She flicks her cigarette to the ground, stomping her boot right on top of it and closes the distance you. 

She says your name, “I understand all the tension and not wanting to admit things. But is there something you’re not telling me?” 

Biting your lip in contemplation, you’re furrowing your brows as you stare at your sister. You’re not sure how to respond to any of that, not wanting to discuss the deal Dean made or the feelings you’ve been carrying for almost your entire life. But you can’t lie to Stevie. You never had to, or wanted to so now was no different. If everyone else but her was filled in on Dean’s problem, then why can’t Stevie? You’re all family, she should know. 

Shaking your head as you turn to her, your eyes start prickling with tears. 

“You know all about demons now, don’t you?”

“Yes, why?” Stevie perks up. 

“So then you know people, hunters make deals with them?” Stevie nods her head. “Turns out Dean made a deal not too long ago and his time is running out.” 

“So that’s why he let us stay with them?” 

You’re shrug in response. 

“Dick.” Stevie rolls her eyes. “What a dumbass.” You can tell she’s trying to mask her sadness with insults directed at Dean. He was always someone who looked out for her as if he had another younger sibling to watch out for. If you needed time alone, he would watch Stevie and Sam and make sure they weren’t getting themselves in trouble at school. 

“His time is running out, how long does he have?” 

“Sam said a year.” 

“When is that year up?” 

“I’m not sure, but I’m beginning to worry that it’s almost up. I can feel it even though I don’t want to.” 

Stevie wraps her arm around yours and leans her head on your shoulder. 

“We’re here...I stuck around because he told me he wanted to make things up to me, to us for pushing us away. I just feel like he’s only doing it because death’s about to knock on baby’s door.” 

Her head lifts off from your shoulder to stare at you. 

“Hey, don’t talk like that. You and me both know how he feels about you, Sam sees it too. Take it from Dean and don’t let this deal ruin anything. We’ll take it day by day and we’ll be there for them. Figure it out all together, like we used to.” 

You squeeze her arm and sigh in sadness. 

“Alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you Stevie.”

The two of you hear noises coming from behind you and notice that the door is opening, catching your attention. Stevie and you detach and see Sam walking out of the door with a dejected expression playing on his face. 

“What went on in there?” You ask Sam as he walks out the door. 

“She got turned by vampire blood. Met a dude named Dixon back at some club.” 

“Let me guess, he spiked her drink?” Stevie asks and Sam nods. “Disgusting.”

“She didn’t know what she was doing.” 

“The job is rough Sam, you know that.” 

“I know.” He shrugs as Dean walks out. “I know.”

“What happened?” 

“She’s dead.” Dean responds as he walks pass everyone and to the impala. “We’re off to a club!” 

You turn back to Sam and Stevie in disbelief and scoff, “is he joking right now?”

Sam was filling you and your sister in about how Dean wasn’t joking about going to a club. It’s named Spider and it was where the woman said she was drugged by a man. And that’s who you were all on the look out for. Dixon, a possible leader of the nest he’s been creating, or trying to create and failing miserably. 

Tonight’s one of the longest nights you had in a while. The exhaustion is gnawing at your body just longing for sleep and a quick break. Everything on your mind is catching up to you, your anger about the deal and the pondering sadness about potentially losing him. Your mind is starting to take you to how Dean might be feeling about it himself too. Then it hits you. Dean has always been closed off, sometimes opening up to you in the past. But now? It’s different and your anxiety was beginning to soar even further than it was before.

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All Things Must Pass - Dean Winchester CHAPTER FIVE

Dean Winchester x (female) Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader and Dean Winchester reunite after not seeing each other in a few years, ever since he told her to leave him and his issues behind. Reuniting wasn't what you expected it would be like because of past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester.

Warnings: Slight violence

Word Count: 7k 

CHAPTER FIVE

The three of you are sitting at the table of the motel room, cleaning weapons and gathering things for the hunt. Dixon is gone, Stevie’s hurt and you’re more than exhausted. But, you push through it and get this case solved and finished. 

“How are we gonna find this dude now?” You say, as you lean against the table, watching Dean sharpen his blade. His button up sleeves are rolled up, revealing his rough skin and veins which makes your heart starts throbbing. Dean was many things, from beautiful to caring, protective and rarely soft. But in this moment, he was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. It was like you were a teenager again, thinking about him at moments that weren’t the best times to be eyeing him down.

“Vamp is still out there.” Sam says.

“First things first.” Dean looks up at his brother.

“Gordon.”

“About that… when we find him or if he finds us first, I’m just saying he’s not leaving us whole lot of options.” 

“Yeah, we gotta kill him.” 

“Really?” You and Dean ask in unison. For a quick second you and Dean catch each other's eyes and shrug. 

“Just like that? I mean, I thought you would’ve been like; no, we can’t! He’s human. It’s wrong.” Dean mocks Sam and you let out a slight chuckle.

“No, I’m done. He’s not gonna stop until we’re dead, or until he is.” 

You stare at the brothers and shake your head. “Well, if someone’s messing with the Winchesters then that means they’re messing with me. He won’t see me coming if you’re both thinking about chasing him down before he gets you.” 

“No.” Dean instantly says. “Not a chance. Stevie’s hurt, we can’t risk anything or anyone at all tonight.” 

You glare at him, “How many times are we going to have this conversation? Didn’t I tell you that I’m here to stay?”

Dean stares at you intently, his lips pursed in your direction. 

“Dean, just let her go with you guys.” Stevie says. “The more the merrier… or the more the advantage you have up against this guy Gordon.”

“And Dixon.” Sam reasons. “With him disappearing, he’s bound to show up when we’re out looking for Gordon.” 

“And vice versa.” You chime in. “Come on, Dean.”

Dean throws his hands up and shrugs, “Alright, whatever. But first...I’m gonna need to make sure your blade is as sharp as mine.” 

You gasp sarcastically, “Is that you offering to sharpen my blade for me?”

You watch him smirk and it makes your hear melt. Lately, it was getting rare to see him smile and the memories of seeing it, is the only thing that’s keeping you from breaking down about his deal. The smiles and every good memory you shared together all came flooding back. You want to desperately grab onto him, hug tightly and let him know it’s going to be okay. But you’re unsure yourself if things will turn out that way. Because the road you’re going on now with the boys and Stevie, is about to get dark and risky.  

His phone goes off again and he’s quickly huffing out in more annoyance and answers. It’s hard not to listen in on the conversation, considering the sound of this Bela shouting into the phone and Dean’s voice rising. The phone call is quick, again, and Sam is rising out of his seat to question him. 

“What’d she want now?” 

“There’s a warehouse. Dixon’s hideout, his nest is there.” He answers. “And she also said not to go after Gordon. Leave town and don’t look back.”

“What’s in it for her?” You ask as you furrow your brows. 

“The satisfaction of trying to get on my good side if she sends me tips.” 

You stand up, holding the blade in your hand and smile. “I take it you’re not gonna listen to her advice? Like I said, what feels like days ago, let’s get this vamp shall we?” 

The boys snicker and gather their weapons in an duffle bag, shaking their heads in amusement.

“I can stay back actually.” You walk to Stevie. 

“Hell yeah you can.” Dean says across the motel room.

“Shut up.” You and your sister say together. You sit on the edge of the bed and take a look at the bruises that finally made an appearance on her neck. 

“You know, I’m not one to usually sit back on a hunt when I’m hurt-”

“But…”

“But,” Stevie tilts her head at Sam and Dean and smiles. “We got the Winchesters with us again, like the old days. Besides, I’ll finally be able to catch up on a chapter or two on my book and maybe get some shut eye.” 

You laugh and grab your sisters hand, giving it a light squeeze. She was tough like you, always energetic and non-stop when it came to anything she does. But it didn’t surprise you that she’s staying back tonight. She’d jump on any chance to get a second to read or sleep. As much as you don’t want to leave her here tonight, she insisted and you never want to make her feel like she can’t make her own choices. 

“Alright, but keep your gun close. Just incase alright?”

“Got it.” 

You move away from Stevie as you see Sam approach her. They’re best friends and always have been since the moment they met when they were ten years old. The loss of you and Stevie’s parents weighed so much more heavier on her than it did on you. You let the two talk for a moment as you walk over to Dean by the table, gathering your own weapons. 

“Stevie’s good?” Dean asks as he grabs the bag and throws it over his shoulder.

“Like always.” You smile, turning around to look at her and Sam. “You know, as much as her and Sam are like twins, she’s picked up a lot of your mannerisms.”

“I thought you once told me there’s no one like me?”

Your face begins to heat up as you begin to feel flustered. You had no idea he still remembered that moment, back sometime in 1995. 

“There’s not,” you smile down on the floor. 

You only knew the Winchesters for two years after John had saved your sister and you on a hunt gone wrong that ended up killing your parents back in 1992. John didn’t know what to do with two more younger kids, but he did know that your parents were in the life. As much as he didn’t want to get you and Stevie involved, he could tell by the look on your face when he saved you two, that you couldn’t be alone. Neither of you could. 

So after two, three years of getting to know the Winchesters, it was 1995 and you and Dean were shy of seventeen, sneaking off into the city with Dean during a case John was on. 

“What are you thinking about?”

“The time you and Sam convinced John to take us all out in New York City. And... how you and I were only sixteen just sneaking off to that damn club.”

“CBGB you mean?” Dean raises his brows and offers a slight smile. 

“Yup,” you laugh. “That place was scary, but that night was pretty awesome because of you.” 

You see him blush and it causes him to panic for a moment as he knows your eyes are on him. He looks away, not sure what to do or say. But before he can come up with a response, you’re continuing to remember that night, going on about how you felt then. 

“We were young, both never saw the city before. You guided me through the city like you knew the place. For the first time, I wasn’t thinking about my parents or worrying about Stevie feeling alone. She had Sam, I had you. I felt like I could take on anything walking through those streets and sea of people. With you by my side…You never let go of my hand, never let me get lost.”

You finally make eye contact with him and shrug with a smile. He’s looking at you in awe of how were speaking, how your eyes were shinning with what almost could be tears, but no. You aren’t crying, not yet anyways. They are just glimmering from the yellow motel light, and he can tell that your smile had reached your eyes too. In the two, three years you haven’t seen each other, not much has changed about you in his eyes. The only thing that did, is how remarkable you’ve became, the beauty you held kept enhancing by the minute every time he looked at you. Even beyond your looks, you somehow became more confident in yourself, hunting and possibly even him. 

You take a step back from the table, now holding your own bag over your shoulder but still kept your gaze on him. 

“I guess the way you acted all night, I realized maybe there’s never going to be another Dean Winchester. And that statement still stands today.”

“You guys ready?” Sam calls out from the opened door and tries to get us to hurry out. 

Dean coughs and raises his hand, gesturing for you to leave the motel first. You wave at Stevie and follow Sam to the Impala. The three of you are leaving the motel in Dean’s car, driving to this warehouse Bela had told Dean about. 

At arrival, there was no one in sight. Outside the warehouse there’s one neon sign like Dean said Bela had mentioned. It was dirty, rusty and quiet. The silence is suspicious as the guys and you start walking down wooden stairs that creek. When you make it into the basement, there’s two headless women tied up and hung by their wrists. You wince in sadness as they weren’t able to be saved. You separate from Sam and Dean and walk further in on the right side of the room, once you see the man Dixon, kneeling on the ground. Sam’s on the other side of the room opposite to you, both raising your weapons. Dean’s in the middle of the room with his blade, as he approaches Dixon, who isn’t move a muscle. 

“Do it.” You hear him say. “Kill me, just get it over with.” 

“What’s going on?” You ask, but he doesn’t answer. “Why did you do this?”

“Just do it.” 

“What happened here?” Sam demands.

“Gordon Walker. That’s what happened.” 

“Gordon?” You question. 

“I never should’ve brought a hunter here.” He says, standing up slowly. “Never. I just...I just wanted some kind of revenge. It was stupid! Exposing him to my family.”

“Oh, yeah you’re such a family man.” Dean states sarcastically. 

“You don’t understand-”

“I don’t wanna understand, you son of a-”

“I was desperate.”

“Why?” You ask. “Desperate for what?” 

“You ever feel desperate?” He asks you, looking back and forth with his eyes between you and Dean. “That feeling where you want something, need it so bad you’d do anything for it? For someone?” 

You gulp down your answer and keep it to yourself. Of course you have, of course you do. Especially right now, after reuniting with the boys, learning Dean’s deal and wanting to save him. But now’s not the time to think more about it. You need to focus. 

“I’ve lost everyone I ever loved.” Dixon starts walking around. “I’m staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?”

Your eyes glance over to Dean and your heart hurts just knowing the answer he’s thinking of, probably a snarky comment. Literal hell is probably much more worse than this hell Dixon’s facing. 

“Well...there’s hell.” Dean points out. 

“I wasn’t thinking… I just-”

“You hurt my sister.” You say. “You’ve hurt some women, taken their lives away. You lost everyone? So did the families and people who cared about Lucy, who cares about these two,” you point to the headless women. 

“Like I said, I wasn’t thinking.” He cries, but he’s calm. “I didn’t care anymore.” 

He starts walking over to you and you raise your gun higher, aiming for his head. 

“You don’t know what it’s like.” He says. “Your sister is alive, no? You didn’t loose a thing.” 

“You know nothing,” you spit. “I’ve lost plenty, I know damn well what it’s like.” 

Suddenly, he turns around to Dean. “How about you? I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking at all. Do you know what it’s like to not give a damn? It’s like...It’s like being dead already. So go ahead, do it. Kill me.”

You watch Dean stare down Dixon, his arm still up in defense with his blade in his hand, furrowing his brows in angst. You want to be the one to do it, you want to be the one to take your blade and kill the vampire. For your sister, out of anger. But you keep your eyes on Dean as you watch every subtle movement.

And suddenly, Sam calls out for you two as he stands behind the women. 

“The heads… they weren’t cut off, it was ripped off.” 

“What does that mean?” You ask, not budging from your position and keeping your weapon up.

“It means...someone ripped these heads off with their bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?”

-

After letting the boys figure out the situation about Gordon, they tell you the hunter is now a vampire. The sun is finally rising after what felt like forever, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat of the impala as Dean drives around. You were hitting deadends, literally, and not getting any sight of Dixon, not even in dark places.

Hours later, you’re back in the motel room catching Stevie in the act of snoring. She likes to insists that she doesn’t snore at all, so you never argue knowing that it is true. When she wakes up, the boys and you catch her up on the entire case and Gordon Walker. Before you can even rest, you let Sam stay with Stevie as you and Dean start checking around town for more motels, more warehouses and empty buildings. Still, you found nothing and no Gordon. Sam was looking through maps, with help from Stevie, calling places and still no signs of him. The city is large, and it’s filled endless possibilities. That’s what you love about the city. There is so much to uncover, to find but when it comes to your job, it makes things a lot more complicated in big areas like New York. 

“It’s like a giant haystack and Gordon’s a deadly needle!” Dean exclaims not even minutes ago as you three were speaking about him. 

 The sun’s going to set soon and that meant Gordon would be become unstoppable. Sam has the idea from what Dean said; Gordon can track him and Dean through their phones, so he takes them and lets the chips out.

Running on no sleep isn’t as impossible for all of you. Maybe when you or Stevie were injured, sleeping was possible. But not today and you can’t wait for this to come to an end so you can sleep for a day. Unfortunately, none on this is going how you want it to go and you’re pretty sure neither does Sam or Dean. 

You let out a long yawn, your eyes becoming watery from the exhaustion. You lean forward and start rummaging your bag for some cash, wanting to grab a lot of coffee for you, Stevie and the boys. 

“Give me a few minutes, I’m going to grab some coffee.” 

Dean’s gun clicks together and you watch him walk over to you in a hurry.

“Not alone, I’ll come.” 

Sam turns his head and stares at you questionably, flickering his eyes over to Dean. 

“Dean… you and I both know the only reason you want to leave this room is to go and find Gordon.” You say as you pull on your jacket and stuff your money inside a pocket. 

“She’s right.” Stevie says. “You do like breaking rules.” 

Dean glares at Stevie and gives her a sarcastic smile. “Oh come on, I need to go after Gordon.”

“No, you’re not.” Sam stands.

“Yes, I am. I’m going.” 

“If you’re done bickering with each other, I’m gonna go get coffee.” You announce, standing in front of the door. “Dean, just stay. I’ll be fine and the sun’s going down in an hour. You’ll just be wasting time. Black coffee still your order?” 

Dean nods but looks at Stevie, “You wanna go with her?” 

“She’s hurt.” You say, but Stevie’s already up.

“I’ll come.” She smiles as she holds her back. “I’m just bruised, Y/N, not dying.” 

There’s silence, and Stevie’s eyes widen as yours shoots up at Dean, to watch him sit down on the dresser. “Fuck.” Stevie shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Dean that was terrible. Yeah, I’m just--I’m just gonna go now…” Stevie leaves the room as fast as she can and you sadly look to Dean. 

“We’ll be back. She didn’t mean to...you know.”

Dean nods, “Yeah, no I’m fine. It’s all good.” 

It’s not. It’s so not good and you both know it. He’s not fine either, but Dean Winchester is so closed off, not ready to face the reality of the deal that he can’t admit it. But neither can you, Stevie and most of all, not even Sam. 

“So, she knows?” Dean asks.

“I had to tell her.” You say. “You’re like the big brother she’s never had, she looks up to you. Thought it would be good for her to know.” 

“Good…” he looks away from you and nods. “Okay then, see you in a bit.”

Little did you know, once Stevie and you leave the room, the bickering between the brothers go on. They bicker about Dean dying, Sam’s feelings about wanting to have his brother with him and start acting like it. You knew if they would have a moment alone lately, that something’s bound to happen. Arguments. Accusations. More arguments. And when you left the motel with Stevie, you’re completely blindsided later on when you leave the diner, only to be knocked out and taken away from your sister. 

An hour or so goes by and you and Stevie haven’t returned to the motel yet. Dean was beginning to worry, so was Sam, but Dean was itching to leave. For Gordon, and to make sure you and Stevie were safe. 

Suddenly, the motel room door swings open and Stevie stands there trying to catch her breath as her eyes are panicking, looking between Sam and Dean. She slams the door with all the strength she had left. The brothers are confused and also very shocked at how long it was taking you two to get coffee. 

“Stevie, what’s going on?” Sam asks. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Dean jumps up and runs over to Stevie, grabbing onto her arm. “Why the hell did it take you so long?”

“We were driving to the diner.” Stevie says breathlessly. “We got there, got the fucking coffees and left.”

“So where’s-”

“I’m getting there, Dean!” Stevie shouts as she begins to cry. “The diner was packed, so it took a lot of time. By the time we left, the sun was gone. We got into the truck, Y/N tried to start it up but something was wrong with it. She got out and tried taking a look but by the time I went to ask If I could help… I think Gordon knows about us being here with you on this hunt.”

“Shit.” Dean curses. “Sam, we gotta go do something.” 

“We do,” Sam agrees. “But we don’t even know where he’s been hiding!” 

“I’m not gonna stay hauled up in here for another second. I’ll flip this entire town upside down to find Gordon and get Y/N back to me- to us. This is Y/N we’re talking about, Sammy.” He huffs out, grabbing his gun and jacket. 

Before Sam can answer, Dean’s phone starts to ring.

“I thought you took the chip out?” Stevie asks.

“Yeah, and I gave him a new phone.” Sam walks over. “You’ve had this phone for like an hour Dean, who’d you give the number to?”

“Nobody.”

“My bet is on this girl Bela.” Stevie says. 

“I swear…” Dean rolls his eyes at the thought and picks up his cell. “Hello?”

“Dean…” the voice is loud from his phone, deep too. 

“Who is it?” Sam whispers. 

“Gordon.” Dean stands up. “How’d you get this number?”

The two of them talk back and forth, Dean being nonchalant for the most part until he visibly starts to look worried. His eyebrows pull in and then the he slams his cell shut and closes his eyes. 

“Dean, what’s going on?” Stevie walks overl, kneels at the side of him and grabs onto his arm. “What did he say to you?” 

“He...Gordon took some people.” 

“Some?” Sam asks.

“He’s the one taking women, using Dixon to help. Now he has another...and now he has Y/N.”

Stevie stands up abruptly and grabs her gun by the bed. “We need to go. Now, before he does something.” 

“Right behind ya kid.” Dean stands. “But-”

“No but’s Dean.” 

“You’re still hurt.”

“Hasn’t stopped me before. Now please, would you just stop letting people from trying to help you!?” 

Sam and Dean stand there, blinking at Stevie as she huffs and storms out of the motel. The brothers glance at each other while Sam shrugs, silently saying how she’s right. But that’s a different conversation to be had, again, at a different time. 

Outside the motel, Stevie is in the truck refusing to sit in the backseat of the Impala. She wants to do something, anything to feel more helpful even when she’s hurt. The brothers get into the car after putting weapons in the backseat. Dean slams his car door and sticks out his hand for Stevie to follow him. She’s not sure where the hell they’re going or when they’re going to find Gordon and Y/N, but never has she doubted the Winchesters. 

During the time they left the motel, Gordon had you walking freely around the basement of yet another abandoned building. You knew he had something up his sleeve for not having you tied up, so you didn’t try a thing, not even leaving or letting the woman he took go while he had you. No, you can’t do anything. But you knew your sister and the guys were coming for you. And even though you knew Gordon is up to something other than getting the guys here, you just needed to figure it out.

“Oh god,” the woman cries out. “I feel so sick.”

You rush over to the woman, bending down to check her. 

“Sick?” You furrow your brows. The woman is sweating, her brown hair sticking to her pale face as she tries to even her shaky breathing. You place the back of your hands gently on her forehead, expecting it to be hot but she was just sweaty. Your hand drops down to her face and turns her head slightly to get a view of her neck.

You jump back away from her and your eyes go wide. Shit, shit, shit. She’s been bit, and this is when you realize, Dixon didn’t do all of Gordon’s dirty work. The ripped heads, the correlation between the two men...Gordon’s a vampire. He is both a hunter and a vampire. Your heart begins to quicken as you realize everything, why you’re here now. Gordon must’ve smelled others on the Winchesters. He knew that they had help and he’s going to try and hurt you to get to Sam and Dean. Maybe even kill you. 

“Listen to me, being tied up like this? It’ll do you good, save you. Just have to trust me on that. I’m gonna get us out, okay?” 

“Oh, I don’t know about that.”

Your eyes close and you quickly shoot up from the ground, slowly turning around to face the man. “Gordon.”

“That’s me,” he says, drawing his last word. “And you’re the one with the Winchesters. The one who’s easily bringing them straight to me.” 

“Oh I’m glad I can help.” You say sarcastically. “Because once they get here, you’re gonna die.”

He laughs, “Are you related to them, because you sound just like them.” 

“Nah, I’m not. But I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Overly confident isn’t a compliment.” 

“I’d rather be that than a monster.” You spit. “Thanks for hurting my hand by the way.”

“That would mean one less person I have to deal with when your boys come.” 

“So kill me then.” You step forward. “You wanna deal with them without me being in the way, then kill me.”

He stays quiet. 

“You don’t want to?” You question. “Why’s that?” 

“It’d be much more fun to do it right in front of them. Besides, if you’re not related to either of them, I’m sure you have yourself bound with one of them, no?”

You keep quiet this time, trying not to lose eye contact and 

“So I’m right?” He smiles. “Which one is it? The big tall one?” 

You roll your eyes and shake your head in annoyance. 

“So it’s Dean? Noted. I’ll make sure to hurt you first and make him watch. Or maybe the other way around?”

“No, don’t you dare hurt him. I’ll kill you.” 

“You won’t, and neither will they.” He closes his eyes and turns his head for a moment, like he’s thinking or trying to listen for something. “Ah… they’re here. This is gonna be fun.” 

And with that,  he disappears and you let out a shaken sigh, dropping back down to the woman who starts to cry again. You let her cry as you try to calm her down. 

“Who are you people?” She wails. “What is he?”

“That’s really not important right now. But what is, is getting out of here alive and-”

You hear pounding footsteps not too far from where you are. Then, lights pointing in your direction. You hear someone call out your name and first you think it’s Gordon taunting you like before, but it’s not. Walking over to a doorway, you stand there with your fists up waiting for whoever it was. Then, you jump back once you see someone. 

“Stevie!” 

She jumps at you and pulls you in for a tight hug. As you rest your head on her shoulder, you see Sam and Dean behind her. 

“I didn’t know what we’d find.” Stevie pulls away. “I thought he would’ve killed you already just to prove a point, to scare Sam and Dean.”

“He didn’t get to do a goddamn thing to me, Steve. Look, we gotta go! Gordon could be back any second.” You say, wincing through the pulsing pain in your left wrist. “But listen-”

“We gotta get you guys outta here before Gordon comes back.” Dean interrupts fast, placing his hand being the woman’s back and trying to lead you and her out. 

“Where’d he go?” Sam asks, his head turns around in different directions as he keeps an eye out.

“He bolted. But I think he’ll be back since you two are now here.” You answer, as you walk next to Dean and the woman.

Behind you, Stevie and Sam keep their weapons close. The woman begins to sway as she walks and Dean quickly lifts her in his arms to carry her. As you walk besides him, you tell Stevie and Sam to stay right behind you two. You needed to get out of there, and quick before the woman loses her senses and goes straight for your necks. 

Running ahead and picking up your feet, you can almost see the light from the door outside the abandoned building. You were so close to getting out, so close to making sure everyone got to safety. But it isn’t until a metal gate comes closing down, separating Sam and Stevie from you, Dean and the woman. 

“No!”

“Sam!” Dean places the woman down as he joins you at the metal gate pounding your right fist against it. 

“Guys!” Stevie yells, her leg kicks at the gate a few times as Sam thrusts his shoulder against it. 

“Damn it, Sam!” Dean shouts.

“Alright,” you stop hitting the gate and let your right fist linger on it. “It’s not gonna budge, Stevie. Not like that, anyways.” 

“Sam!” Stevie shouts, her body slamming against the gate. You can’t see her, or Sam and it’s only making things worse. With Gordon being a vampire and having a Winchester right in front of him had given him advantage. 

“Leave her alone!” Sam shouts. “You want me, not her!” 

“You are so right.” Gordon speaks. He’s Gordon is taunting Sam, letting Stevie be as she’s slowly fading in and out from hitting her head hard on the concrete. It’s pitch black and Gordon has the upper hand, the enhanced sight helping him out. 

“Fuck, we gotta get in there.” You panic.  

“Yeah I know.” Dean stands up and pulls you with him. He starts to throw himself into the gates as you look around for something useful. You look over at a bunch of metal boxes and your eyes quickly glazes over a metal tool. 

“Dean! Look, a wrench.” You hold it up to him then takes it from you, his forehead wrinkles as his eyebrows pull in confusion. “The chain, Dean. Hit the chains, break it and we’ll get in there!” 

Dean’s using his upper body strength, raising his arms and hitting the chains, trying to get through and save your siblings. But it isn’t until you hear a growl and quickly see Dean being thrown to the ground by the woman. It’s too late -- the woman is now turned and you were angry. She doesn’t deserve this, no one does. As she stands over Dean, getting ready to bite him, you grab onto her shoulders and pull her from behind, dragging her to the ground. 

You notice the silver gun lying on the ground next to you, the one that Dean must’ve had with him. You stare down at it as you pick it up, hesitant to even use something that won’t work.

“A gun won’t work, Dean!” 

Just as you finish saying his name, the woman jumps up at you and knocks you to the ground with hunger in her red eyes, fresh new set of vampire fangs poking out of her mouth. Your face is pressing against the concrete, her hand holding your cheek down as she moves you up. Your neck is exposed, and she can hear your pulse beat immensely fast. You’re still holding onto the gun with your right hand and decide to quickly raise it up, aiming it at her head. In seconds, you pull the trigger and watch as the bullet goes inside her head, her face lighting up blue as she falls backwards. 

The door is still slammed closed, the woman lies lifelessly on the ground as the two of you sit next to each other against the wall, trying to catch your breaths. Dean leans over to you and holds your face in his hand tilting your head back to the both sides to reveal your neck, making sure you’re not bit. Although your face is bloody from skidding against the concrete and letting out groans, you weren’t bit. 

“Hey, you’re alright.” He assures both you and him. “Not even bit.” 

“Neither are you. Thank god.” You wince. “Fuck, my wrist.” 

He looks down and takes on hand off your face to gently hold your left arm in his. 

“I punched Gordon in the face earlier while we fought, earlier.” You groan the same time your sister lets out a similar one over the sounds of Sam yelling out to Gordon. “That gun...how the fuck did it kill a vamp?!”

“It’s the colt...I’ll explain later.” 

You hear Stevie call for you then Sam in a panic. “We need to get in there, Dean. Now.” 

In minutes, Dean finally gets the chain broke and you help him open the gate, revealing nothing but pitch black darkness. You drop to your knees and pull Stevie into your arms.

“Stevie?” Dean asks as he takes a step forward into the dark and looks down at her. 

“Out of all days…” she murmurs. “It just had to be me?” 

You and Dean let out a scoff, a smile lingers on you and your sisters faces. 

“Give me the colt, I’m heading in.” He lets his hand fall. 

Once you give him the gun, he stomps forward without any questions from you. He needs to find Sam, kill Gordon and you need to keep your sister save and awake. You hold Stevie in your arms as you watch Sam and Dean scuffle around with Gordon. You want to jump in and help, but you can tell that this is personal and it’s just something that they need to do. You needed to guard your sister in case Gordon tries something again. You lean Stevie against the wall in the next room, hiding her from the fight.

“Hey, hey…” You hold her face. “I’ll be right back, I promise you.”

“Yeah I know.” Stevie smiles as her eyes stay closed. “Those boys are gonna need someone to save their asses.” 

You laugh along with her and scoff, “Ain’t that right.” 

As soon as you stand up and charge into the dark room you, you’re running ahead trying to find them. Once your body reaches further in, you hear something break. Sam is lying on the ground through a broken wooden wall. 

“Dean, no!” 

As you approach Sam who’s walking towards them, your head turns to the right. You see Gordon smacking the colt out of Dean’s hand. He pushes him to the ground and climbs on top of him, his head going right inside his shoulder biting onto Dean’s neck. 

You scream out his name in horror your eyes practically bulges out of your head as you stand there frozen. As tears threaten to spill over, your vision becomes blurry. As you try and take a step forward, your boot nudges into something hard and silver. It’s the colt, Dean told you it kills anything...including Gordon. You scramble to the ground and pick up the gun, ready to shoot down Gordon who still hovers over Dean.

“Hey asshole!” You shout, raising the gun at the back of his head. “Get off of him, now!” 

Gordon slowly lifts his head up and turns around to stare at you. In a flash, he now stands in front of you, the gun a few inches away from his chest. Before you pull the trigger, the gun is out of your hands and your back is pressed against his. He makes you stand in front of Dean while his mouth inches in to your neck. This is the third time in two days a vampire had threatened to bite you, threaten to bite Dean. You want to fight back, but your throbbing wrist is being clutched by Gordon’s hand, keeping you locked from trying to fight back. 

“Let her go, now!” Sam yells, and you feel Gordon’s grip loosen as he bumps into you, letting you out of his hold. 

You leap away from Gordon as Sam wraps his arms around his neck, bent thin wire pressing into his neck. You throw yourself the ground and reach out for Dean as he grabs onto your arms. You pull his head into your lap as you try to soothe him from the pain. You watch Sam pull harder on his grip, the metal pushing into Gordon’s neck as blood comes splattering out. 

Sitting with Dean, you two watch as Sam successfully pulls Gordon’s head off, and thumping to the ground. It rolls over to the two of you and your eyes widen in disbelief that Sam had just did that, saving everyone’s life.

“Dean, it’s over.” You whisper, as he stares up at you his eyes glistening and he’s still panting from before. “Come on, let’s get you up. I got you.” 

Sam stands a few feet away, looking at Dean as you stand up together. You place your hand on the side of Dean’s neck as he wraps his arm around you for balance. He lets out a cough as you look up at Sam whose face is covered with blood. 

“You okay?” You ask him. 

“Yeah,” He breathes out. “Stevie? Where is she, is she alright?”

You three start walking together, side by side with injuries as you needed to get the hell outta here. 

“She’s okay, just beat up a bit.” You respond. “Jesus, Sam that was something…”

“You just charged a super-vamped out Gordon, with no weapon.” Dean tries to speak through the bite. “That’s a little reckless, don’t you think?”

You tug on Dean’s arm as he mocks what Sam said just yesterday in the dark alleyway when he was close to getting bit by Lucy. Dean looks down at you and grips your waist tighter, practically pulling you into him. 

“You guys are something else…”

-

Gordon is gone and the never ending hunt finally came to an end. The cars were off on the side of a road, nearby a huge lake and under a dark blue rusty bridge. There was no visit to the city like you and Stevie planned two days earlier back at the diner, but this moment of silence, peace and finally being done with this vampire hunt was all you need at this point. You were sitting on top of baby, as Stevie and Sam are occupied at the truck, drinking some coffee and probably talking about books or something. You’re holding your left hand up out for Dean as he places the medical kit he had in the truck, onto the hood next your thigh. 

He takes your wrist gently, and swipes your hand with his fingers which sends goosebumps up your arm. 

“Well, at least it’s not your good hand.” Dean jokes. 

“Shut up.” You smile through the pain. “Is it sprained?”

“I don’t think so,” He softly touches around your swelling hand. “Yeah, it’s broken alright. Let’s get this wrapped up.”

He begins to wrap the bandage around your wrist, hand and back and forth, making sure it was securely on you and stiff. He doesn’t want it to come off and wants to make sure it stays put. 

“Stevie knows how to drive, right?”

“Hell yeah she does. It’s stick, my truck. Taught her everything she knows.”

“Good, good.” He smiles as he quickly steals a look at your face, then pays back attention to wrapping your broken wrist. You won’t be driving for a while.” 

“I’ll make her drive us then.” You laugh. 

“Look, I was thinking you’d ride with me for a while.”

“And why’s that?” 

He stays silent for a second before clipping the metal piece on one side of the wrap to the other, making sure the wrap around your hand and wrist stays in place. He coughs, then joins you on the hood. 

“You know, just ride around together as your wrist heals. Could be like the old days.”

You hesitate, not sure you wanna say yes or no. You haven’t actually forgiven him about pushing you away years ago, or the deal. But maybe you needed to, for his sake. Even if it hurt to watch him not talk about it, what his future holds. So you give in, but you make a promise to yourself to try and get him to open up. 

“Okay.” 

“Alright.” Dean nods. “I know… a lot of this probably messed up your plans. Going to the city with Stevie.” 

“Yeah, well nothing ever goes as planned in our lives, you know that.” You shrug and jump off the hood. “No matter how much we dream, or wish for something else. Just gotta stick to saving people, even if no one might not be able to save you.” 

Dean looks to the ground, not wanting to talk about anything involving death or the deal. But he knew you’d find your way to him and make him listen. 

“Listen, I know you said you want to make it up to me, to Stevie about what happened. But I think it’s unfair to me to even let you try. So please, Dean. Try. Talk to us, and maybe you won’t have to deal with this alone. Because you aren’t and never will be.” 

Although he looks like he’s becoming angry, he’s feeling scared on the inside. He has been since the day he took that deal to save Sam. 

You want to ease the one-sided conversation and make sure he’s alright, maybe even take his mind off it all for the rest of the morning. 

“By the way, my truck...she’s a bit broken? I figured I’d ask the best mechanic I know if he’d take a look.” You wink at him. 

He clears his throat. “Yeah, sure. Let me just take a look at baby and I’ll get right to it.” 

“Got it.” You say, walking over to your truck to see Stevie. 

“Can you tell Sam I need him for a sec?” Dean asks, as you nod giving him a thumbs up.

You and Stevie spend the rest of the rising morning on the truck of your hood, drinking coffee and soaking in the sun, watching the brothers work on Dean’s baby for a while. You knew these next few months with Dean are just going to be rough. There’s no forcing him into talking about the deal, but you can be there for him. Ride on with him in his car like how the two of you used to, while Sam and Stevie get to hang out in your truck and drive. Things will never be like they used to be, but hopefully the friendship can heal. 

But like always, the things anyone hopes for and dreams of, never goes the way you want. 

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All Things Must Pass -- Dean Winchester CHAPTER SIX

Dean Winchester x (female) Reader Fic

Fic Summary: Reader and Dean Winchester reunite after not seeing each other in a few years, ever since he told her to leave him and his issues behind. Reuniting wasn’t what you expected it would be like because of past feelings, memories and a life threatening situation that was placed upon Dean Winchester.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2k

CHAPTER SIX

1992, Texas - last holiday as a family

It was snowing heavily and nonstop in Texas that year. Although it was melting to the ground, you appreciated the white snowflakes falling against the apartment window making it feel like the holidays.

At just fifteen years old, there were so many things on your holiday list of things you wanted that were either too expensive or seemed too childish for you. It was at that age, you would just stick to asking for fairy tales and other books for the rest of your teenage years. And if you ever received something that felt too young for you, you would pass them down to Stevie. You were sitting on the faded blue couch in your family's fourth apartment of the last couple of years, watching your parents sit at the dinner table with a bunch of books spread out. They were researching for someone they knew, and since it was the holidays they wanted to get things done by tonight, in order to spend time with you and Stevie.

Since you were born, your parents were trying to balance a normal life and hunting. It wasn't easy, but they were managing. See before they had you, they met on a hunt and occasionally ran into each other a few times until they decided to team up. They met other hunters and friends along the way, creating lifelong friendships and ended up falling for each other and having you.

As you sat there, a book in your hands as the record player spins some Fleetwood Mac, your mom's favorite, you wonder if you'll end up doing what your parents do. Hunting. They didn't hide it from you, they told you last year because you were smart. They still kept it from Stevie, she was too young to understand and needed to be protected. Stevie comes running out the small bedroom you two shared, holding some thin children's book ranting at the top of her lungs. She was reading some mystery book, flailing around claiming she solved the case before the main character.

"Stevie! I know you love these books, but you have to take it easy." Your mom laughs as she stands up from the wooden cheap chair and grabs her, throwing herself down on the couch right next to you. Stevie starts giggling once mom starts tickling her.

"Alright girls," Your father stands up and walks over to stand in front of the three of you with a smile that he's trying to hide. "Got some bad news."

You sit up quickly, pushing your book off your legs and panic. "Please don't tell me you guys gotta go? I mean, it's the holiday season and..."

"Seriously, Travis?" Your mom shakes her head. "Don't scare them like that."

"Ah, sorry." He sits down next to you and pulls you into him. "The bad news is that we won't be around for New Years. But...we have a few days until we gotta go."

"Bad news first then the good news." Your mom turns to you. "That's always the best order to go in when you gotta tell someone something."

"So, what's the good news!?" Stevie jumps out of her arms and starts to dance around the room to the music.

You and your parents smile, watching Stevie "dance" along the dull creamy colored carpet under yellow toned light, to 'Everywhere'.

"The good news is that you get a few more gifts than normal." Dad smiles.

"Yeah, our friend Bobby helped us out with these." Your mom smiles as she stares at yo and Stevie. "And, you get to open them tonight."

"Only if you girls eat your damn vegetables tonight. I swear, it's like you're both allergic."

On this last holiday with your parents, something you never thought was a possibility, they made dinner together with music playing loudly in the living room. It wasn't rare to have these nights, but it didn't happen all the time either. After dinner, the four of you were sitting in the living room, which was literally five steps away from the table and kitchen. A few gifts were wrapped for you and Stevie. Your mom sits next to you as Stevie tears through gifts and plays around with them with your dad.

"I want you to know, Y/N," Your mom begins. "What you dream, what you read...everything you want, you can have it. What your father and I do, doesn't have to be your life okay? But it's okay if you want it to be. You have so many options. Although I don't necessarily want you in that life, I know once you're older you'll be capable to make these decisions on your own."

Your mom sits down on the floor with you and hands you the gift, watching your eyes glisten from the white lights that hang on the walls for holiday decoration.

Your fingers gently opened the brown thick paper covering as Stevie ripped through hers. The skinny wool string that was tied around it had come off as you pushed the gift under it, revealing dark green leather. It was The Little Mermaid, an old edition but it was beautiful. Gold lettering shinning on the cover and catching the white lights that were hung up behind you.<em>

"The Little Mermaid." You smile.

"Do you remember when I used to read this to you before bed?"

She also meant if you remembered her reading some of it before she would leave for hunts.

"Yeah, I do." You placed the book down and engulf your mom into the biggest hug. You always loved reading ever since you would listen to her voice reading you fairy tales, classic stories and books that centered on a character taking on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, mom. I really love it." You pull away a smile.

"I love you." Your mom wraps her arm around you and leans against the couch.

"I love you too, mom." You close your eyes and hold onto her arm.

"Cath, let's say we do some hot chocolate for the girls and they get ready on the couch for a movie or two." Your dad says, and Stevie jumps up and runs over to your mom.<em>

"Sure thing." She smiles and runs her fingers through your hair. "Can you handle Stevie for a bit?"

"When can I not?" You laugh as you grab your sister and start messing around with her as she continues to laugh and yell at the top of her lungs.

As your parents worked together in the kitchen and to make tonight special before they go on one of their last hunts, you sit there on the couch holding the book you were gifted up against your chest. Stevie sits close by you, her hands playing around with some toy that she unwrapped not too long ago. You watch your parents stand close by each other as they make snacks and hot coco for everyone. Your dad's arm wraps around your mom's neck and you see him leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head.

Sitting there, you smile softly to yourself as you begin to wonder if maybe one day you'll be just as lucky as them. Whether it's in the hunting life or not, you were silently wishing you you'd be as smart, strong and brave like your mom and rave and confident like your dad. What they had, you wanted.

That was the last holiday you and Stevie had with your parents. Like they said, they wouldn't be home for New Years. But a week after that, your parents came home a mess, scurrying around trying to get things packed and moving. It was that very night you realized they were in trouble. Leaving your apartment, you watched your parents get ripped away from you and Stevie by something, as another hunter who went by the name John Winchester saved your life.

2007 - inside the impala, on the road.

"You alright over there?"

You start blinking out of your trance of the one last good memory you've held on with your family. Clearing your throat, you roll down the impala window to get some air and take a few seconds before you turn your head to Dean.

"Yeah, I'm fine I guess."

"Are you sure, because you look like you're sick or something."

"I said I'm fine." You snap, before sighing and realize that it's not the best to get mad right now.

"Tis the season to be merry, am I right?" Dean scoffs as he turns on the radio, pushing the dial for the sound much higher.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know I'm not the biggest fan of the holiday season."

"You and me both." Dean scoffs. "What's on your mind?"

The silence plays throughout the car for awhile, making you want to open the car door and just jump out and avoid everything. Your parents, the antagonizing memory and Dean's deal. You start to re-think the idea of sticking around with the Winchester's, not sure if you can take it anymore.

"Dean?"

He hums in response as he keeps his eyes on the road.

"I was just thinking about my parents and the holidays." You say softly as you look back out the window. "Last time I saw them...well the last time I saw them on a normal day, we had a 7great night. It's just I see all the christmas lights, all the decorations and I get to thinking about them."

"You miss them." Dean says.

"Every day, but now a little bit more." You lean against the car door and look back at Dean, wrinkling your forehead as you stare with empathy. "Then it got me thinking about you, about you know...the deal."

"Y/N." His hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles turning pink as his posture stiffens.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but you do know that we're here. It's not just us that's hurting...I know deep down, Dean, that you're hurting too. And that's okay, but what's not is that you're trying to hide it and I can see it."

"I'm-I'm not hiding anything." Dean says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he drives. His right arm drops from the wheel and rests on his thigh. "Just drop it, alright?"

"Dean, all I'm saying is...it's okay to talk about things." You reach over and grab his hand to squeeze it, letting him know you're there. "I know it's been a while, and things got messy the last time we spoke. But I am here and like you used to say to me, no one has to go through life alone. Especially not this one. So Dean, please..."

Dean begins loosening his hand that is holding his thigh tightly, ready to flip his palm to face up. He doesn't want to talk, not now and not yet anyways. As it loosens, he slowly turns it over and lets his hand gently grasps on to yours. In surprise of his actions, you smile and keep your hand open, waiting for him to make the next move. A path to forgiveness between two friends and unresolved tension lingers between just the lack of inches between your hands. You're ready, but he's slowly hesitating.

And just as he's about to make a move to hold your hand, your cell phone goes off catching you two in an awkward space. As he drives, he looks over at you for a moment and you stare into his darkened green eyes After a few rings, you take your hand away and open your flip phone and answer the call.

Stevie's on the phone and Sam's driving your truck, telling you about yet another unusual case up in Michigan. She tells you that everyone should stop soon for a food break and to go over the case before traveling any further.

"Stevie and Sam have a case." You say after a few seconds. "She said to stop at the next exit for food and we'll go over it."

"Got it."

And that's all he says for the next hour in the impala, before you get to the rest stop and he begins to banter Sam and avoids the (one sided) conversation you two had just an hour ago. You don't want to push him, but you want him to know that he's never been alone in this. No matter what happened between the two of you, there will be a way to save him. Even if you can't get too close to the deal, or the demons or researching a way out, you'll be there.

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not my favorite,  might go back and edit eventually! but enjoy and happy holidays. i’ll be back with two chapters this week or next week just in time for christmas + it’ll be centered around the A Very Supernatural Christmas episode in s3!! 

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[alovesthis]

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[alovesthis]

I officially gave up Wattpad and will only be writing and going on tumblr and AO3! Check my pinned tumblr post for my AO3 links 💗 I still don’t know how to make a master list to tag all my oneshots / fics but once I learn, I’ll gather that together!

[alovesthis]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27785824

Chapters 1-6 are currently up! The next chapter will be up this week — hopefully 7&8 will be up at the same time on AO3. Comments are welcomed ❤️

For reading on tumblr: just search up on my profile “All Things Must Pass” and chapters 1-6 will show up when scrolling down :)

[alovesthis]

Dean x Female!Reader Fic

I’m posting chapter 6 later today! 

Catch up on chapters 1-5 on my tumblr or my AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27785824/chapters/68283436

[alovesthis]

trying to post chapter 5 of my fic tonight or tomorrow!! it’s looking like it might be tomorrow... then the christmas chapters of season 3 episode 8 will be up just in time! <3 thanks for reading on here and on AO3! 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/27785824/chapters/68283436

[babyboywilson]

let me love you goodbye

Kiss #10 - A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

"You'll call, right? As soon as you get there?" Dean asked, feeling the lingering heat from Baby's hood seep through his jeans as he looked over at Cas.

"It's two hours away, Dean. And it's just a couple of rouge demons. I'll meet you and Sam by the morning," Cas said, gaze lingering on Dean's face before flittering off towards the setting sun.

"You don't have to go alone, you know?" Dean said. The ache in his gut was starting to creep up his throat. Anytime Cas left, the feeling rose higher until it felt like it was suffocating him.

"I'll be fine. Besides, aren't you supposed to be meeting Sam to handle the witches?" Cas pointed out.

Yeah, he definitely was. But something about splitting up to handle different hunts made Dean feel uneasy. Maybe because he didn't like Cas leaving. But how could he voice the words to ask Cas to stay?

"Yeah, alright. But you'll call, right? If you need backup and-"

"And when I get there, yes Dean, I'll call. You do remember I'm an Angel, right? Handled a lot worse than a couple demons," Cas said, a hint of teasing coating his words.

"An Angel with a habit of forgetting to charge his phone," Dean shot back playfully, nudging his knee against Cas' before he pushed off from the hood. "Also, you owe me a burger tomorrow." He tossed the empty wrapper at Cas' head- the wrapper from the burger Cas had stolen from him before he could take a bite- and rolled his eyes when Cas caught it perfectly before it made contact with his jaw.

"Burgers and pie. The breakfast of champions," Cas grinned.

"You're damn right," Dean said, earlier nerves settling as Cas' smile wiped away the worry. "Alright, see you tomorrow morning?"

"Bright and early with burgers."

"Dumbass," Dean muttered, leaning in and brushing his lips against Cas' in the barest hint of a kiss. There was soft movement against his mouth as Cas kissed him back; tender and gentle. The kiss was chaste yet sweet, leaving Dean a little breathless before they parted on a quiet exhale. They lingered for half a second, lips just barely caressing before Dean pulled away.

Without looking back, Dean moved to the driver's door and climbed into the Impala. If he drove off before Cas did, then it wasn't Cas leaving him. Pushing the car into reverse, he made a quick two-point turn back towards town where Sam was getting the supplies they needed.

Except, he barely made it a few hundred feet down the road before he slammed on the brakes. Violently.

Oh God. Shit.

Did he just-? No. There was no way… had he just kissed Cas goodbye? He reached up, brushing his fingertips over his lips to feel the tingling sensation of Cas lingering across his mouth. He’d kissed his best friend like it was the most natural thing in the world. A move he hadn’t even thought about; just done on impulse as if he kissed Cas everyday. And Cas- Cas had kissed him back. Oh God.

Daring to sneak a peek, Dean cast his eyes to the rearview mirror. Cas hadn’t moved from his position against the bed of his truck. Even from several hundred feet away, Dean could see Cas had his hand pressed to his mouth, the exact same way Dean was tracing over his own lips where Cas’ had been pressed just moments ago.

The ache in his gut burst into a sharp stab of longing, and, without thinking, Dean spun the car around and headed straight back to Cas. He couldn’t rip the door open fast enough, and he tumbled out of the car and back towards Cas as fast as he could.

“Dean-” Cas started to say, hand dropping from his mouth with a look of surprise and yearning.

“Just- just need-” Dean said, mind racing as his gaze locked onto Cas’ lips, glistening in the last rays of sun. Yes. He surged forwards, pinning Cas back against the pickup as he chased the Angel’s mouth.

Cas gasped against his lips, hands gripping tightly to Dean’s waist as he pulled the hunter closer. Dean aligned their mouths, catching Cas’ lower lip between his own as he leaned further into the kiss. Everything in his body caught fire and yet soothed at the touch, Cas’ lips moving hungrily yet tenderly against his own.

There was a little gasp of pleasure from Cas that Dean chased with his tongue, ever-so-subtly tracing along Cas’ teeth before pulling away again and softening the touch. Gently, Dean moved his hands to cup Cas’ jaw and he titled his head to reconnect their lips again. Cas melted at the touch; knees wobbling as Dean snaked one hand down around the Angel’s back to hold him steady.

Cas leaned up into the touch of Dean’s mouth, gliding his lips along Dean’s so achingly slowly Dean thought he might combust. For a long moment, suspended in time, the entire world shrunk down to the way Cas’ mouth molded to his as they pressed even closer against each other. The kiss broke on a soft sigh, with Cas quickly moving to press another kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth and then they met in the middle for a last lingering touch.

“Now that’s a goodbye kiss,” Dean murmured against Cas’ mouth, feeling Cas’ smile against his own.

“And what about a hello kiss?” Cas asked, nuzzling his nose against Dean’s.

“You’ll find out tomorrow morning,” Dean grinned, ghosting a final chaste kiss to Cas’ cheek before pulling away.

“Tease,” Cas muttered as Dean walked him towards the driver’s seat of the pickup.

“Hurry back,” Dean replied.

When Cas leaned out the window to press their lips together in another little kiss, Dean lingered in the warmth. This time, when Cas pulled away into the dusk, the only ache Dean felt in his chest was one of wanting to kiss Cas again.

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[babyboywilson]

embraces infused with love as golden light gleams

Kiss #4 - An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

The thing with secretly harboring feelings for your best friend and pining after him for 10 years is that fate just enjoys tempting you. Because this? This took the ache of pining and cranked it up to a thousand.

They’d taken the room because there was no other choice. The only one available within a twenty mile radius. And Dean was exhausted, barely keeping his eyes open as they stumbled into the room.

A room with just one bed.

Dean needed to sleep. And Cas could pretend he was alright for a couple more days. The exhaustion was  creeping up more and more lately as his powers faded, but he could wait until Dean drifted off and he’d let himself fall asleep in the chair for a couple hours.

But oh how tempting it was. The longing slowly dancing through his head. An ache that warred inside of him; to curl up next to Dean on the bed and to allow himself to drown in the quiet tenderness of limbs tangled together.

He watched Dean wordless climb into the bed and Cas turned his head away; a sudden prick of tears burning his eyes. The yearning was suffocating.

Slowly, he forced himself to stand and pick up his trenchcoat. A couple hours looking at the stars would starve off the ache. If he had to look at Dean for another second, tired and soft in the lamplight, Cas was going to break apart.

He only made it one step before Dean’s voice cut through the air and stopped his limbs from moving. “Where are you going?”

“Outside,” Cas said, half turning to look at Dean. “Don’t sleep, remember? And you don’t like when I-” he cut himself off, unable to say the words watch over you because his heart lurched painfully.

“That’s a lie. You’ve been sleeping lately. Not as much as humans do, but I’ve seen you in your room-” Dean stopped violently, as if he’d just revealed a secret. “Just c’mere.”

“Dean,” Cas said softly, because he knew where this was going- knew what Dean was going to offer even though he knew it wasn’t reciprocated- and the temptation warmed his body like honey through his veins.

“Cas,” Dean replied, and there wasn’t an actual plea out loud, but the way the hunter said his name was enough. “Just… come here.”

Turning slowly, Cas caught another glimpse of Dean and the yearning exploded in his chest. Dean, wearing one of his softer tees and sweatpants, was collapsed on the bed, half buried in pillows and half looking at Cas through tired pleading eyes.

How could Cas possibly refuse Dean anything?

Carefully he crept across the room, hesitantly perching himself on the other side of the bed.

Dean let out a deep breath, hand reaching out to tug Cas until he was lying down. “Go to sleep,” Dean mumbled, eyes already falling shut.

Easy for Dean to say. He wasn’t lying inches from the man he was hopelessly in love with and awkwardly sharing a bed with . Lying still felt almost impossible- itch burning down his spine to snuggle closer- and he shuffled towards the edge of the bed instead.

By the fifth time Cas had shifted uncomfortably, Dean sighed and flicked the lamp on. “I’m not listening to your jacket rustling all night,” Dean muttered.

Awkwardly, Cas sat up and tugged the jacket off, laying it across the end of the bed before settling onto his back again.

Dean nodded and plunged them back into the dark. The hunter shifted more towards the center of the mattress, and Cas hesitated, legs just barely brushing against Dean’s with their closeness. The desire burned again, and it took all his willpower to roll towards the edge of the bed away from Dean’s warmth.

Silence creeped around the room, and just when Cas thought Dean had fallen asleep, the hunter muttered, “Didn’t know you hated being near me.”

The words felt like a shard of ice to Cas’ heart, and the stinging behind his eyes appeared again. “I don’t, Dean. If anything, I feel the complete opposite,” Cas whispered.

“Good, because I’m tired and you’re warm, so c’mere,” Dean mumbled. He yanked the covers up and tugged Cas closer until their bodies met in the middle. Turning onto his side, Dean pulled Cas’ arm around his waist as the angel settled along his back.

Cas all but melted into Dean, nuzzling his nose along Dean’s neck and letting out a content sigh. A little hum of pleasure radiated from Dean as his hand settled on top of Cas’, and it only took a few moments before his breathing evened out.

But Cas couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Not when his entire body was flush with Dean’s; fingertips resting over Dean’s heart. He could let himself have this. For one night. To curl up with Dean; to tangle their legs together and have their fingers intertwined. One night to spoon Dean and pretend this was his.

He fought his heavy eyes for almost an hour, breathing in the scent of Dean’s travel shampoo and letting Dean snuggle even closer into him in his sleep, before he finally succumbed to his own exhaustion.

When Dean’s alarm broke the haze several hours later, Cas felt warm. Content. Somehow Dean’s leg had ended up slotted between his, and sometime during the night Dean had turned around until they were facing each other; noses brushing together. Dean had successfully untucked Cas’ shirt enough that the hunter could slide his hands up to rest on Cas’ spine.

Dean tugged his hands free, fumbling for his phone to shut off the noise before tilting his head to look at Cas again.

It was in that moment, quiet yet still completely entangled, he brushed his lips against Dean’s, soft and barely there, for a fraction of a second. He hadn’t thought about it. It just happened accidentally; the kiss a simple ghosting of his lips with Dean’s.

Then reality sunk in. He’d just kissed Dean. Oh God. What had he done?

Scrambling, Cas yanked away, panic seizing him as he desperately tried to untangle himself from Dean as fast as he could. He’d ruined it. Why couldn’t he have just been happy to sleep curled up with Dean? Why did he have to want more?

“Dean, I’m-”

He never got to finish his sentence as Dean’s arm wound around his hip and pulled him back into the warmth. “Who said I wanted you to pull away?” Dean murmured, voice thick with sleep.

Cas’ brain momentarily short-circuited over Dean’s words. His hands slipped up the back of Cas’ shirt again, and it was the skin on skin contact that shocked Cas’ brain into functioning.

His eyes flickered down to Dean’s mouth, and then up to his eyes. Dean blinked tiredly, nudging his nose against Cas’ and sighing softly.

Oh.

This time, when Cas brushed their lips together, it was deliberate. Not just a simple ghost of a kiss. It was soft and tender, and so so slow. Their lips melded together, chasing each other in the early morning light. Lazy kisses morphing from tired pecks to lingering caresses. Soft sighs and little hums echoing off the walls as they broke apart and caught each other’s lower lip between their own from one kiss to the next.

Every graze of Dean’s lips against his own felt like he was drifting in a hazy bliss. It was simultaneously too much and not enough. And Dean just kept stealing little kisses; butterfly touches to Cas’ mouth leaving him aching and breathless.

Finally, Dean whispered against his mouth; the first hushed words spoken in a vast stretch of touches. “Don’t you dare stop kissing me, Angel.”

Stay. The unspoken word lingered against Cas’ lips, tingling and addictive.

“Not going anywhere,” Cas mumbled back, tangling their legs together as he traced his hand along Dean’s jaw. The next kiss felt like melting gold; lips meeting on a soft exhale that Cas never wanted to end.

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[babyboywilson]

tell me when you’re ready

Kiss #14 - A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

50 types of kisses masterpost. Also posted on ao3.

Pulling Cas from the Empty had taken everything Dean had and more. To not say a word as he looped his arms under Cas and pulled him close felt like having his heart ripped out all over again. To not let the Empty know what they were attempting in fear they’d be stopped before they escaped. He’d lost Cas too many times and he was not losing him again.

Cas' mouth formed a word as their hands brushed together; his name on Cas’ lips as black goo spilled out past his teeth and across his lips.

“Don’t speak,” Dean whispered, pressing his lips to the shell of Cas’ ear as he used his torn sleeve to wipe the dripping blackness from Cas’ chin. Torn from fighting his way through the darkness; past demons and monsters Dean wasn’t even sure existed except for the shreds of his clothes as proof.

“Follow me,” Dean said, words just barely a ghost of a breath into Cas’ ear. He lingered for a second, letting his lips press ever-so-softly against Cas’ earlobe in a desperate fleeting kiss. If he couldn’t speak the words yet, couldn’t utter his own declaration until they were free, then he’d let his touches do the talking. A soft kiss here and a gentle caress there as Dean ran his hands over Cas’ body in the darkness.

Cas was alive; chest moving up and down in short little bursts beneath Dean’s palm. Cas’ fingers gripped against Dean’s collar in a fumbling grasp, and Dean pressed his fingertips firmly against Cas’ hipbone as he pulled Cas to his feet. Alive and in one piece. Time to get the hell out of here.

Wrapping his arm around Cas’ waist, Dean closed his eyes and trusted his instincts as they stumbled through the pitch-black back towards the portal he’d entered through. Distinctly, he heard the growling that had creeped around him a mere few minutes ago, and he used his free hand to slide the angel blade from inside his jacket. Bring on every single monster. Dean would fight them all and tear them to pieces in order to get Cas back. But then Cas was tugging urgently at his sleeve; a thick sense of fear palpable in the air and it settled on Dean’s tongue.

No more fighting. No more running away. Time to run forwards, together, into their future.

Fingers burning a print into Cas’ skin through the trenchcoat and suit, Dean used his free arm to push through the encroaching suffocating inky blackness. The threatening growls were getting closer; clawing at their clothes and trying to pull them back into the depths of nothingness.

Dean pushed harder; grip bruising against Cas’ side as they stumbled on.

And finally.

Into light.

Sharp bursts of brightness that had them both gasping for air.

Cas coughed and spluttered, the dripping remains of the Empty falling from his lips and onto the Bunker’s concrete floor. Tugging off the remains of his jacket, Dean wiped across Cas’ face again, removing the last traces of darkness and revealing beautiful blue eyes blown wide in shock.

Somebody pushed a glass of water towards them; maybe Sam or was it Eileen? Dean wasn’t sure. Whoever it was patted his shoulder and stepped away to give him and Cas space.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, voice hoarse and cracking on the word.

Pressing the water into Cas’ hand, Dean urged him to drink; watching as any lingering traces of the darkness slipped away and Cas was Cas again.

“Oh, Cas,” Dean murmured once Cas had finished the water, fingers smoothing through Cas’ hair and pulling him close until their bodies were pressed together.

There were a million things Dean wanted to say:

I’m sorry.

Please stay.

Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.

Be mine.

Instead, Dean stroked softly down the back of Cas’ neck and tilted their heads until their foreheads rested against each other. Cas’ hands automatically settled on Dean’s lower back, and the touch alone was enough to have Dean shivering with pent-up emotions that were threatening to spill out between them.

“Tell me you meant it. Tell me you love me,” Dean gasped out. Please, please, please tell me you love me as much as I love you.

Cas nodded frantically, clutching at Dean’s back until Dean swore there was a new handprint seared across his spine.

“Dean,” Cas whispered, broken and etched with longing. “I love you.” Said quietly yet with so much devotion.

Dean yanked Cas impossibly closer, ghosting his lips against Cas’ in the faintest hint of a kiss. “I’m so in love with you,” he said. Not just love. But in love. Utterly, ridiculously, deeply head over heels in love with his best friend. Those words he’d been repeating every night while his finger traced over the picture of Cas in his wallet. Except now it was real. Fingers skimming over soft skin as opposed to glossy paper.

And then it wasn’t just fingers against skin.

Lips met in a frantic kiss, arms wrapping around each other in a desperate haste Dean hadn’t felt before. Their mouths collided together, sliding at just the right angle to have Dean shuddering and gasping for more.

He wasn't sure which of them was more desperate for this, but now that he'd discovered the taste of Cas' mouth against his own, he couldn't stop himself from diving in for another kiss and another as Cas' hands fumbled over Dean's torn flannel shirt. The desperation fizzled into Dean’s fingertips, and he scrambled to glide his touch over every inch of Cas’ body he could reach. Mouths moved as one as Dean’s fingers flittered over Cas’ neck and his jaw and down to rest over his heart.

Cas scrambled to pull Dean closer, one hand settling to pull on the loops of Dean’s jeans while the other wrapped around his back.

One second the kiss was hot and heavy as they panted into each other’s mouths, and then everything drained away until the press of lips was soft and slow. Dean traced the outline of Cas’ lips with his own, memorizing the way their mouths melded together. Cas tilted his head slightly, and Dean chased him; gentle caresses of lips seeking each other out to echo the words of love.

While their mouths softened into kisses like butter, their hands gripped even tighter; winding around each other until Dean was sure they had become one. He never wanted the kiss to end, and, judging by the fact Cas was puffing little gasps of air through his nose but still leaning into the kiss, he knew Cas felt the same.

Gently, Dean shifted the kisses until they were just ever-so-slightly brushing their lips together in chaste little pecks that felt even more tender than any of the deep kisses they’d just shared.

“Stay,” Dean whispered against Cas’ mouth, searing the words against swollen lips.

Cas finally broke the kisses, instead tucking his head into Dean’s shoulder as their embrace morphed into a frantic hug with hands clutched against waists. “Not going anywhere,” Cas murmured, pressing the confession into Dean’s throat.

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Maybe Dean shouldn't have said yes to Jack's insistent begging for a treehouse in the backyard, but as they walked through the home improvement store with Cas pushing the cart, collecting wood, ropes, and nails (and a plastic set of tools for Jack to use), the smile on Jack's face as he tugged on Dean's hand was absolutely worth all the hard work they had ahead of them. He’d never seen Jack so excited, and when Dean looked over at Cas, the look of absolute devotion he saw in Cas’ soft smile made his heart lurch in his chest. Oh yes, this definitely was the best decision they’d ever made.

“More wood, Daddy, more wood,” Jack chanted as Dean placed another set of plywood into the cart and Cas added some shingles for the roof.

Reaching down, Dean plucked Jack up from the floor to balance him on his hip. “What do you think, buddy? Enough wood now?” he asked, letting Jack see their little stash of supplies.

Jack nodded, pulling at Dean’s hair happily. “Treehouse time?”

Cas reached out, tugging on Jack’s little boot with a smile. “Yeah, time to go home and start building the treehouse.”

Stacking the supplies into the Impala had been an adventure all on its own, and by the time they got home, Jack was fast asleep in his carseat. “I’ll grab Jack if you want to get the supplies into the backyard?” Cas asked.

Heart skipping a beat in his chest, Dean tugged Cas across the bench seat into a soft lingering kiss.

Cas kissed him back slowly, breaking apart to rest their foreheads together. “What was that for?”

“I love you. Both of you,” Dean said in response.

Half an hour later, all the materials were in the backyard underneath the tall maple tree. Jack came barrelling out the backdoor with his little toy set of tools attached to his little belt, with Cas carrying a tray of lemonade.

“Papa said I could help,” Jack said, crashing into Dean’s leg and latching on.

Running his fingers through Jack’s hair, Dean crouched down until he was level with Jack. “Have you got your tools?”

“Yes,” Jack grinned, brandishing his little plastic hammer with a proud salute.

Glancing up, Dean locked eyes with Cas, who gave him the most smitten look he’d ever seen. Dean nodded his head, and Cas swooped in to scoop Jack up into his arms, which made Jack scream with laughter.

“Alright Squirt, let’s get to work,” Dean said once Cas had safely boosted Jack up onto the lowest branch. The former-angel’s hands never left Jack’s back; a constant bracket of support as they started to put together the floor of the treehouse.

Days merged into weeks of work. Each afternoon, Jack all but begged to work on the structure; tugging Dean’s hand or pulling at Cas’ leg to get their attention. “Papa, please. Treehouse time,” Jack whined as he wrapped his hand around Cas’ finger until he coaxed them all back outside into the yard.

Dean had been so sure Jack would get bored, even going so far as telling Cas in bed that first night that Jack would lose interest in helping within a couple days. But instead it was the opposite.

Jack walked around all day with his toy-belt of tools; constantly ready to hand Dean whatever tool was needed.

“Hand me the hammer, kiddo,” Dean would say from halfway up the tree. Jack happily pulled his hammer from the belt at the same time Cas offered Dean a real hammer. Dean would pretend to use Jack’s toy one first, before quietly sneaking in the real one to knock the wood into place. Dean often hoisted Jack into his lap and let the toddler tap his plastic hammer against the wood, pretending Jack had gotten the boards into place.

“Hand Daddy the wrench, sweetheart,” Cas instructed after one of their many breaks of sitting on the porch with glasses of lemonade or juice, utterly beaming at their son as Jack placed the toy into Dean’s outstretched hand.

Slowly but surely, day by day, the treehouse started to take shape. On the final day of construction, Cas took Jack out to get some small chairs and a table to go inside the house while Dean completed the finishing touches.

There was one last thing that needed doing, and Dean couldn’t wait for his family to come home and make the house their own. He’d spent the last week in the garage at night creating a tool Jack could use instead of the knife that he and Cas could wield.

Finally, Jack came bounding outside with a little wooden chair in his hand while Cas carried a plastic table. “Daddy, look what Papa and I found,” Jack said with a grin.

“A table and chairs? Now we can have tea time in the treehouse,” Dean said, kissing Jack on the top of the head before turning to Cas. “Got a surprise for you both. I thought we could carve our names into the door. To make it ours. Made a special tool for Jack so he can do it himself and we can use my knife,” Dean said, wrapping his arms around Cas’ waist.

Cas’ hand stroked across Dean’s cheek tenderly. “Did you know I love you?” Cas murmured, leaning in to place a quick peck to Dean’s lips.

Suddenly, Jack was at their side, tugging at Dean’s arm and asking what the surprise was. Twenty minutes later, their names were carved into the door.

Dean, Cas, and Jack W.

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