#dean coming up behind sam at the bar like a guard dog when he dares talk to someone else

[daddario]

Sam and Dean lacking personal space in every episode - 16/327

[massivelycreepypineapple]

Awkward Wounds

Request: Hey! Love your work!😍 I was wondering if you could write some angsty and fluffy dean story? Like reader gets injured on hunt in a private place but doesn't show (coz it's embarassing). She likes dean tho. Sam knows this. While celebrating in a bar, dean goes with some other chick and Sam notices reader's hurt expressions. So they go to motel and Sam helps reader stitch up and check the body parts. Next day at the bunker dean gets surprised why Sam is picking her up everytime she wants to the bathroom or go anywhere. Dean learns the truth and gets jealous and angry on both of them. Super angsty here and then dean picks her up to take her to his room and checks the reader again. Reader is embarassed since it's a private part of her body even though she likes him. Dean convinces her and checks her. He is still angry but after like 10 mins, he says sorry and admits his crush. All the fluff here pleas🥺 I am sorry if this is all confusing, English is not my first language 😅

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader (platonic).

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to get this out. I hope you like it.

Word Count: 3018

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It would’ve been funny had it not been for the overwhelming pain Y/N was feeling. She should’ve known nothing ever goes smoothly when a vampire was involved, let alone an entire nest. 

Unfortunately for her, she let her guard down and just as she took a step back to steady herself after the final kill, she tripped, performing a perfect split, landing on something sharp. But fortunately for her, the sharp bastard she landed on, missed where the sun don’t shine by a few inches and got her inner thigh instead. She had had cuts before, but none in such an intimate and sensitive place that it hurt like a bitch.

Y/N was even more lucky that the brothers weren’t around to witness her performance. They were busy making sure the bodies were burned, and no trace of the hunt existed. She limped her way back to the impala after ripping off a piece of her flannel and tying it around the wound, inside her pants, to prevent herself from bleeding out. Her jeans managed to cover it up pretty well.

The boys soon got in after taking care of the bodies, excited that things went smoothly for them.

“Oh man! That was a good one!” Exclaimed Dean getting behind the wheel. “This calls for a drink! What do you say? Hit the bar and celebrate?”

“Hell yeah!” Said Sam grinning. It wasn’t often that he agreed to go to a dingy bar. But he had to admit that this hunt went really well. “You okay with that, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled softly at him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m in.” 

Dean looked at her through the rear view mirror, frowning slightly, “All okay there, sweetheart?” 

Y/N’s breath hitched when she made contact with his green eyes. “Y-yeah, I’m good. Just a little sore.”

“Well, maybe a little whiskey will do you good.” He said winking at her. 

God he was going to be the death of her heart. Y/N had been in love with Dean almost since the beginning. He really was a gem of a man and everything she wanted in her life. And the only one who even knew about it was Sam. Who was currently looking worriedly at her. 

She smiled at him reassuringly, conveying quietly that she was fine and there was nothing to worry about. He seemed to buy it when he turned back around, listening to Dean animatedly talk about something.

Y/N was glad her boys were getting a small bit of happiness in their messed up lives. So she lied about being okay. Not to mention she’d have to explain how she hurt herself there and they’d never let her live this down. She decided sucking it up till she got back to the bunker tomorrow was the best course of action. 

With the way Dean drove, they reached a bar in less than 30 mins. Dean was the first one out, saying he’d meet them inside since he needed to use the bathroom. Sam got out and waited for Y/N to join him. She got out slowly wincing quietly to not raise suspicion. but that was short lived when sam noticed her limping slightly. 

“What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?” He asked rushing to her. 

“I’m fine sam. My legs are sore is all. let’s just go have some fun, please?” She insisted. He reluctantly let it go and resorted to watching her like a hawk. Sam was like a brother to Y/N. The boys were her only best friends and she was so grateful for their existence. But days like today when all she wanted was to get the day over with, Sam could come off as overbearing. 

They made their way into the bar and found a table at the back. Y/N realised with mild dread that the seats are going to be much harder to sit on than the impala. 

Sam noticed her just standing by the table, “Y/N, aren’t you going to sit?”

“hmm?” she said snapping out of her thoughts. “Oh yeah, sorry.” she sat down ever so slowly. Trying not to show just how much her thigh hurt. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She grinned at him.

Right then to her relief Dean came back with two bottles of beer and a glass of whiskey, just the way she liked it. 

“Here ya go, sweetheart. Drink up. You’ll feel so much better” He grinned at her placing the drinks on the table. 

Y/N grabbed her glass and chugged the whole thing down in one go surprising both the boys. “What?” She questioned quirking an eyebrow. 

“N-Nothing” Dean said. “That was fast.”

“Well, I need another.” she replied flagging down a waiter for more. The drink was really helping her with the pain and damn them if they found it weird.

Three drinks in Y/N was feeling that wonderful buzz that made her pain bearable. She and Sam were engaged in light conversation while Dean was off somewhere. Everything was pleasant until her eyes landed on Dean making out with a girl. 

Y/N’s face fell at that sight and she started tearing up. She had never before reacted so strongly to Dean hooking up with someone. But today, with the drinks coupled with the pain from her wound, she was overwhelmed. 

Sam noticed the sudden change in demeanour and turned around to see what she was looking at and realisation hit him like a truck. He turned his puppy dog eyes on her and was just about to say something encouraging when - 

“Don’t, Sam. We both knew this would happen. I’ve had three glasses and I’m tired. I’m fine.” She said and got out of the chair, forgetting about her pain. But it hit her all at once and her knees buckled and her palms hit the table hard, in an attempt to catch herself. 

Sam was quick on his feet, and caught her before she fell onto the floor. “Okay, that’s it Y/N! Where are you hurt? How bad is it?” He was mad at her now.

“It’s-“

“Don’t you dare say it’s nothing!” He whispered harshly trying to lead her to the door before people started noticing them. Luckily Dean had given Sam the keys to the Impala before ditching them. 

“It’s embarrassing okay!” She replied, trying not to yell out in pain. Sam didn’t reply to that, still annoyed with her for not telling them. He got her into the car and drove to the motel they were staying at in tensed silence. 

He brought her inside and sat her down on the bed, the movement making her wince. In the light of the motel, he finally noticed blood on her jeans near her right thigh. He sighed, closing his eyes before asking her to take them off. 

“Sam…I can take care of it.” She said softly, embarrassed and reluctant to let him see her like that. 

“Y/N, it’s just me, okay? You’re bleeding and I need to see how bad it is. So please just take your pants off.”

She was too much in pain physically and emotionally to argue anymore so she complied and took her pants off. Sam sucked in a breath when he noticed the position of the wound and how deep it was. He quietly cleaned and stitched it up, making sure to not cause more pain. 

Once she was cleaned up, he helped her move under the blankets so she could get some much needed sleep. 

“Please don’t tell Dean” She whispered.

“Okay. I won’t.” He replied, wishing the two of them would just talk. “But how did this happen, Y/N?”

“I tripped, did a fantastic split and landed on something sharp, okay?!” She glared at him, daring him to say something.

Sam raised his hands in defence, trying not to show how amused he was, “You’re lucky it wasn't a few inches to the right.”

“Goodnight, Sam” She said curtly and went to sleep.

Nothing more was said between them.

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The next day the trio drove back to the bunker and Y/N made her way to the bathroom to take a shower. She wanted to wash away the previous day and lock herself in her room to try and get over Dean. It was working quite well until she got hungry and tried to make her way to the kitchen. But the painkillers weren’t really helping with movement. She managed to get out of bed, but was stuck standing leaning against the wall. Luck was with her, however, as a knock landed on her door. 

“Yeah?” She asked. 

The door opened with Sam coming in, “Hey, I just wanted to check on you. And ask if you wanted lunch.” 

“I’m umm... I can’t walk” Y/N whispered without making eye contact. Sam smiled softly walking towards her. He picked her up bridal style making her wince slightly before settling down. It was much more bearable than walking for sure. 

He brought her into the kitchen and seated her on the chair at the dining table and placed a plate of food in front of her, grabbing one for himself. 

“Where’s Dean?” She asked.

“He ate early. He’s in his room, relaxing I guess.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Y/N…You have to tell him. I hate seeing you like this.”

“You know I can’t, Sam. He doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I really won’t” She chuckled. 

Sam sighed at that. He was stuck between two stubborn knuckleheads who just couldn’t see what was right under their nose. It was more exhausting than any hunt he’d been on. 

After Y/N finished her food, she attempted to get up only to be stopped by Sam. He made his way to her side and went to pick her up.

“Sam, wait.” She said quickly.

“What? What’s wrong?” He was worried. 

“I should go by myself.” 

“Y/N, you can barely stand, let alone walk!”

“I need to pee.” She mumbled blushing. 

“Oh..” He said wide eyed. “It’s okay, I don’t mind helping.”

“But-”

He didn’t let her finish, he simply picked her up and took her to the bathroom. He waited outside with the door slightly open incase she needed him. Y/N should find this weird. Sam was her best friend helping her take a wee. It should have been awkward. But instead she was glad he had her to help. Even though she wished it was Dean helping her out, and caring for her, she was so grateful to Sam. When she was done, Sam picked her up again bringing her outside. Just as they walked out, they bumped right into Dean. 

Dean looked at the scene in front of him wide eyed, unsure of how to react. He then settled at glaring fiercely at them. Y/N paled when she met his eyes. Of all the things to happen, this was not on her list at all. She didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, but clearly it was too late. 

“Dean, It’s not what it looks like!” Said Sam desperately trying to defuse the situation. Dean didn’t reply to that. He was radiating anger and his jaw was visibly clenching. He turned around and began walking away. “I was just helping her pee!” Sam added, then flinched at how wrong that sounded.

Dean abruptly stopped and turned around, “Oh! Caz that’s not weird at all! What? Is this some kinky shit you guys came up with? Watch each other pee?” He snapped. “You know what Sam, after everything this is what I get huh? Real nice, man.” He turned around and started to walk away again. Y/N didn’t understand what that meant. All she wanted was for this nightmare to end. She wished she had handled the hunt better. She wished she had the guts to just tell that beautiful moron how she felt.

Sam slowly put Y/N down and after making sure she could balance herself, went after Dean. “Would you just Listen to-” He was interrupted as Dean in a fit of rage slammed Sam against the wall.

“NO! There is nothing left to be said. I get it Sam!. I’m just the fucking third wheel here! Always have been! Just took me a while to notice!”

“Dean!” Y/N called out. He turned his glare at her sharply. Her heart clenched at that. All she wanted was to love him and be loved by him. Not drive him away any further. 

Dean let go of Sam and turned to her, “I’m not going to hurt your boyfriend, Y/N” He snarled at her. “It was always him wasn’t it? Your best friend. I knew you guys were close. You always did choose him over me. I can see now why. Just leave me alone for a while.” 

If Y/N’s heart was broken before, this nearly destroyed it. She never realised that she pushed Dean away in fear of loving him. She unconsciously hung out more with Sam because it was easy. She didn’t have to hide. But standing there, hearing those words come out of his mouth damn near killed her. 

“Dean, we’re not dating, I swear!” Y/N managed to get out before she gasped out in pain as she took a step forward to reach out to him. Right before she collapsed, Dean was by her side in an instant, shocked at her reaction. He looked down and noticed blood seeping into her sweats. Sam rushed forward to help, but Dean snapped at him, “I got her, Sammy!” 

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He picked her up and carried her into his room. Y/N was struggling not to cry out in pain. He gently placed her on his mattress and reached out to pull her pants down only to be stopped by her hands. 

“I need to see, Y/N” He said, anger still evident despite the worry in his eyes. 

“Dean, it’s embarrassing okay? It’s too close to my… you know.” She said, turning slightly red. God, the first time he saw her intimately, it had to be like this. Why couldn’t things just work out for once?

“Yeah, maybe this was a bad idea. It should be Sammy here. I wasn’t thinking-” He said visibly upset.

“No! Dean, there is nothing going on between me and Sam.” Said Y/N desperately.

He glared at her, “Yeah you mentioned, and yet you’ll let him help you but not me! Am I really that horrible of a friend to you? I know I’m not a fucking saint like my brother, but I care about you so much, it-” He stopped himself before he could say something he’d regret.

Y/N had tears coming down her cheeks in a mixture of pain and hurt. If she told him just why she has been distant with him, she'd lose him forever. But she hated seeing him like this. She let go of his hands, signalling him that he could take a look. He pulled her sweats down and pushed her injured leg up, spreading her thighs apart. He took in the injury and didn’t say anything as he grabbed supplies from his bathroom.

She could see Dean’s jaw clenching as he worked on her stitches. Nothing was said between them and she didn’t know what to expect. She was embarrassed but a part of her felt all warm and fuzzy that Dean was taking care of her. Once everything was cleaned up, he looked at her. Suddenly all traces of anger were gone. 

“Did you get hurt anywhere else?” He asked softly.

Y/N shook her head at him, confused by his change in behaviour. He helped her pull her pants up, giving her that small bit of relief. He helped her sit up against the headboard and sat down beside her.

“How did you get hurt, sweetheart?” He asked. 

Y/N hesitantly told him what went down after killing the vamp, making him crack a small smile. Y/N didn’t mind this time, if anything it broke the tension between them. Making them chuckle at how ridiculous her injury was. Then Dean got quiet for a bit before talking.

“I’m sorry for the way I behaved. It was uncalled for.” He whispered looking away.

“I’m sorry too, Dean.” Y/N replied. “I didn’t mean to push you away.”

“Why did you?”

“Because loving you was getting to be too much for me. Watching you screw perfect skinny girls one after the other was killing me on the inside.” she said bluntly. She figured it was now or never and whatever happened, happened.

Dean’s head snapped up in shock. He looked at her trying to figure out if this was some cruel joke. When he saw it wasn’t he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. When they pulled away it was Y/N’s turn to look stunned. 

“Those girls don’t hold a candle to you, honey.” he said softly with a small smile forming on his perfect lips. His thumb brushed her lips, “I love you so much. Always have. I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. So I looked for a distraction.” He chuckled humourlessly.

“I’m sorry Dean.” 

“I’m sorry too.” He smiled at her. he then groaned.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Sammy was right! Now I owe him!” Dean said, making Y/N giggle. 

“Yeah, he said I’d be surprised if I told you how I feel.” 

“You do realise how unbearable he’s going to be right?” 

“Well, as long as I got you, we can handle it” Y/N said leaning in to kiss him once more. 

“Never letting you go.” Said Dean wrapping her up in his arms, letting her rest her head against his chest. He pressed a kiss to her head. “Rest sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Okay” Y/N mumbled before falling asleep. She was happy for the first time in a long time. 

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[sweetness47]

Heartache

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: none really, fluff, angst, amnesia, mention of argument, ABO stuff, pregnant reader

Her head was pounding as her eyes fluttered open, sunlight momentarily blinding her. Autumn leaves crunched beneath her body and hands as she struggled to sit up. That’s when she realized she was completely naked. What the hell? The pounding in her skull continued, crippling her, not allowing her to stand. It was unbearable.

She curled into a ball, fighting the waves of dizziness and nausea that plagued her. Trying to stand up had been a serious mistake. She gingerly lifted her head to look around, hoping she could find her clothing, or at least some clue as to why she was out here. But every movement brought more nausea.

She groaned, feeling gently with her hand to see what kind of damage had her so immobile. Her fingertips came across a large goose egg, sticky from blood, at the back of her head. What had happened, she couldn’t say, at this point she didn’t even know her name. Thinking hurt, moving hurt. If she didn’t get to help soon, she would probably die here.

“YN!” a voice echoed in the distance. She turned, wincing as dry heaves threatened her fragile state. If she could get their attention, maybe they could help. Assuming, of course, that whoever was out here wasn’t a deranged serial killer. The voice sounded worried though, like he was concerned for the woman he was looking for. So…maybe…

“Please! Help!” she managed to cry out, trying to stay as still as possible to avoid the retching again.

She heard movement and prayed it was the help she needed. Strong arms wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up with a gentleness that gave her hope.

“Easy YN, You’re going to be ok.”

She whimpered as she buried her face into this male, his scent calming her. He was a good person; she could feel it. Wait, did he call her YN? Was that her name?

“You know me?” she croaked. Her throat was dry and hoarse.

“Yeah baby, I know you.” He paused. “You don’t know me?”

She barely managed a shake of her head. “My head, I…”

The man walked faster. “It’s ok sweetheart, I’ll get you home. We’ll get you better.”

“Sam!” he growled as he came to a clearing. A few buildings close together, like a farm, greeted her eyes. Another man, she assumed it was Sam, ran out to greet them, followed by another woman and two more males.

“She needs water, food, and medical attention. She,” he paused, “she can’t remember who I am.”

Sam took YN into his arms. “It’s ok Dean. We got this.”

“Come inside and have something to eat Dean. You’ve been out all night. Pacing and worrying won’t help anything. Let Cas and Sam take a look at her.”

Dean looked over at the woman who’d spoken. “I know mom, but…”

“No buts, c’mon. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean sighed. He’d given up arguing with his mother’s sound logic years ago. She wasn’t wrong. Worrying didn’t help anyone. All it did was create anxiety and stress. His mate was in good hands. He trusted Sam and Cas to help her.

Except, in this case, he was worried, his mind playing over scenes from two nights ago, when he and YN had come to blows over some stupid comment he’d made. Usually she didn’t get riled up that easily. His mate was a spitfire. It was one of the things he loved about her. Even as an omega, he admired her courage and tenacity when confronting something she didn’t like, or something that scared her. She stood her ground during pack meetings, and didn’t take shit from anyone. The pack admired her, and admired the Alpha for choosing such a strong mate.

He didn’t choose, it was more like soulmate bonding, but whatever, same thing. Either way, he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

He had been talking about an upcoming children’s event they held every spring and fall. Sam, Mary, Cas, and Jack had all been present, and Dean had made a joke about skipping the event entirely, saying something about ‘who needs happy kids anyways?’. He’d made similar jokes before, and it never bothered YN, she knew he was kidding. It’s who he was.

But this time she’d snapped, saying he was heartless, saying that children deserved happiness and how dare he even suggest cancelling the event. Then she’d stormed out of the house. Mary had tried to run after her, but she’d already shifted and was galloping off into the forest, not caring that it was dark and rainy.

She was a strong wolf, there wasn’t much that could scare her honestly, or take her down for that matter. She was above average size, and could easily handle herself in a fight. That wasn’t a concern. But he was worried about the fact that she’d run off at all.

Sam and Cas walked into the kitchen, sitting down as Mary dished them out some food. Dean looked at the two men and pressed for information. “Well? How is she?”

Sam scooped up some eggs and a piece of ham. “She’s resting. She’s had a bag of fluids through IV, and we gave her some medicine to help with the pain.”

Cas looked at Sam, and then to Dean. Dean saw the hidden information in his third in command’s eyes. “What aren’t you telling me.”

Cas cleared his throat. “YN is pregnant. She’s carrying two pups.”

His jaw dropped to the floor.

Suddenly everything made a whole wack load of sense. Heightened emotions, the argument, the hurt in her eyes.

“Fuck! God I feel so damn stupid! I can’t believe I hurt her like that!”

“It’s not your fault Dean. You didn’t know.” Mary came over to console her son. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “She’ll forgive you. Just give her time.”

He snorted. “Yeah, if she even remembers who I am.” He gave his mom a half-hug and walked out the back door.

About an hour later, Charlie, Dean’s best friend since childhood, sought him out at the request of Sam. If anyone could bring Dean out of his mood, it was Charlie. Well, his mate could too, but she wasn’t available.

“Hey Dean, s’up?”

Dean turned to the familiar voice. “Hey Charlie, not much.” He smiled at her before turning back to the lake.

“Then why do you look like you just ordered the death of a thousand panda bears?”

“Because I’m an ass.”

Charlie couldn’t help it. Her laughter echoed through the open fields and across the cool water. “Well, we already knew that. So, that’s not the reason.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Funny.”

She sat down beside him. “Yup. So is this.”

Before Dean could even blink she pushed him off the deck and into the murky water. He came up sputtering and glaring at his friend. “Are you fucking nuts?”

Charlie was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her cheeks. “You should see the look on your face! God you look like a wet dog!”

“I’m gonna kill you Charles.”

She grimaced at the nickname. “Watch it pretty boy. Gonna have to beat some sense into ya.”

He growled. “Really? You feeling suicidal today?”

“Nope, but you’re depressed, so if you want to go a few rounds, I’m game.”

He climbed up to the deck surface, shaking off his jacket to lay out and dry, followed by his shirt. “Well hotshot, since you dunked me in that cold lake, I have to shift to get warm. So, I guess we’re sparring.”

Charlie went around the other side of the boatshed and removed her clothes to shift, while Dean finished removing his. Bones cracked and readjusted, shifted. Two wolves came around to face each other then, a dark sandy blonde wolf and a red wolf.

Fighting and training was a normal part of pack life. And no one held back strength or tactics. The only rule for pack members was no killing moves. You could pin and force submission, but no death blows or deadly bites.

Sam heard wolves snapping and fighting, and ran to investigate. He and a few others found the two wolves going at each other, and began rooting for their favorite. Everyone knew it was fun, so no one worried about outcomes being bad.

After half an hour, Dean finally pinned his friend, and Charlie submitted defeat. He took his clothes into the shed, while Charlie took hers to the woods behind a tree. Sam sought his brother out, remembering why he’d been looking for him in the first place.

“Dean? YN’s awake.”

Dean peeked out from a stack of canoes. “Does she remember anything?”

Sam shook his head. “No, but she’s asking for you. Not by name, but as the guy who helped her.”

With a sigh, his heart aching, he nodded and followed Sam to the pack med center. YN lay on one of the beds, an IV still in her arm, her head wrapped in white bandages.

Dean walked over to her and sat in a chair by the bed. Sam left the room to give them some privacy.

“Hi.” Her voice small but more upbeat than before, had him looking up. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted to thank you.”

Dean took her hand in his, feeling her tense slightly before relaxing. “I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Who am I?” The question caught him off guard, and he frowned. She tried to reword the question. “Specifically, who am I to you?”

He bit his lower lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “You’re my mate. Your name is YN. We met about two years ago at the local bar.”

She squeezed his hand. “That explains why I feel safe around you. But why was I in the woods alone?”

Dean ran his hands through his hair. “Because I said something stupid, and hurt your feelings, so you ran off to cool down, except you didn’t return. That’s when we started searching for you. I’ve never felt so terrified in my entire life.”

“Sam and Cas told me about the pups. Did you know?”

He shook his head. “No. But your reaction to my stupid comment makes more sense now. I’m beyond relieved you aren’t seriously injured.”

She brought his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “So am I, and it’s thanks to you. I don’t have my memories back yet, but I’d be grateful to have your assistance in finding them.”

He smiled at her words, and stood to place a kiss on her forehead. “That sounds like a wonderful idea YN. As soon as my brother clears you, I’ll take you on a tour.”

“I think I’m going to like that, a lot.”

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

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Cinderella AU! Part 6

Previously on Supernatural: Reader is being held at the hands of 3 evil witches. The Winchesters come to town just before a meeting of the coven. The head witch has a plan that could kill reader. With the help of Rowena, she could finally be free. Or will she?

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“Try to kill me, huh? Rowena, you’ve lost your touch.” Druscilla, looking disheveled, stood in the doorway with Drizella and Anastasia flanking her. Rowena stepped forward to begin a spell but Druscilla did something that broke me. Druscilla lifted her arm and from the trees next to the building, branches shot out and impaled Rowena back into the wall. She was dead before she hit the wall. Before I could react to her, Druscilla lifted her other arm, shooting out a powerful blast that blew me back across the parking lot and landing in the windshield of a car. I squeezed my eyes shut. The fear I felt made my whole body seize up, this is where I died. I felt helpless and alone at the hands the three woman that had made my life hell. Druscilla came up to my side, grabbing the necklace and ripping it from my neck. 

“You are nothing. And you will always be nothing. After tonight, you will be nothing more that a scorch mark in the asphalt.” 

That’s when I felt it. The rage. But this time it was truly my own. Anastasia watched as I suffered, pretending to be on my side. Drizella tortured and tormented me. And Druscilla, who looked at me now like I was nothing, took my mother, my father, and now she’s taken the only person who has ever believed in me, treated me like I belonged. My heart beat was so loud in my ears that I could hear anything anymore, only the sound of my own pain. 

Druscilla held out her hand and opened her mouth to begin a spell, I looked away from her and to the building, there were doves roosting in the roof top, watching. Waiting. 

“I forgive you, Druscilla. You and your daughters.: I said, catching her off guard.

“But I can never forget.” I closed my fists, and like angels descending from heaven to smite the wicked, the doves flew down from the roof top, attack Drizella and Anastasia. Pecking and clawing at their faces. Their screamed pierced my ears but the horror that should have filled my body wasn’t there. Druscilla screamed, running to her daughters, trying any counter spells that she knew, but they didn’t work. Druscilla watched her daughters die, their eyes plucked and pulled from their heads. As their life left, I felt a surge of power course through me, like a part of me was returned. Like Druscilla, Drizella and Anastasia had been feeding off of my magic.

Druscilla was on her knees, holding Drizella’s corpse in her arms, glaring back at me as I made my way out of the windshield and back to my feet.

“How dare you-” Driscilla went to stand on her feet to attack. 

“Stay down.” My voice was no longer my own. The power that was coursing through my body made my voice echo through the night. Druscilla was being forced back to her knees, an invisible force holding her down. I pulled the burner phone Rowena had given me earlier out of my pocket, flippinf it open, I pressed three buttons. 

“Who are you calling? The police? When they see what you’ve done to my daughters, you will be the one going behind bars.” 

“Speak the truth.” I said just before the 911 operator answered asking what the emergency was. 

Druscilla began to speak, only this time her words were no longer laced with poison and lies, she spoke the truth, “I, Druscilla Tremaine, confess for the murders of my husband, his ex wife, and the seventeen missing hikers. I drained their bodies of their blood and bathed in it. You will find evidence of such in my house. Their bodies are buried in my backyard. I can no longer live with my guilt as I have killed my daughters for their part in the killings and now I will take my own life along with the lives of those who are inside meeting house on Dryar road. You will never find the remains of my stepdaughter, I threw her body into the river by the falls.” Druscilla looked at me in horror at her new words, her voice never wavering, “I am evil.” She paused, hearing the operator trying to speak over her, “The devil will punish me for my crimes because this mortal plane could not punish me to the degree to which I deserve.” I hung up the phone. 

In Druscilla’s hand, a knife materialized and wouldn’t leave her grip. I looked at her in the eyes as she slit her own throat. She couldn’t hurt me anymore. 

The sound of groaning broke me out of my trace. Rowena had made her way to my side, looking down at the state of herself. 

“I really liked this dress.” She sighed, looking down at Druscilla’s body, “Horrid bitch.” I stared at her in shock, my mouth wide. 

“Close yer mouth, dear. I’m not leaving this plane any time soon.” She smiled, lightly closing my mouth with her hand under my chin. 

“Rowena!” A deep voice called from the building that was beginning to go down in the flames. The hunters had left the building and were standing in the parking lot and staring at the two of us. In the distance, sirens grew closer. 

“Time to go, dear.” Rowena took my hand and was leading me into the woods, I could see the hunters staring at the dead witches on the ground, then back to us as we fled. The man with the green eyes watched as I left, a small smile on his face. 

-

Dean and Sam hurried to the impala after watching Rowena and the mystery girl run off into the woods. 

Dean heard Sam gasp and looked at him, “What?”

Sam pointed at the windshield of the impala, or more accurately, the lack of windshield. Glass was everywhere inside the interior of the classic car. 

“Son of a bitch!” Dean shouted into the night, cursing as they both got into the car, brushing any glass off their seats to sit and speeding away before the police and fire department made it onto the scene. 

- 

6 Months Later 

After the events that took place, an investigation finally took place. The bodies of the hikers were found in the back of the house, drained of blood, just like they were described. My parents were exhumed and it was found that they were poisoned. Druscilla Tremaine was found guilty postmortem for the deaths of the hikers, my parents, her daughters, and me. The local police department has been dragging the river with no results. The lot was bulldozed over, any part left from my old life was gone now. And I think that was for the best. Lucifer was taken to the local animal shelter where their behavioral trainers are baffled at how big of a douche he is. After the media got a hold of the news, there was a candlelight vigil at the empty lot where my home once stood. There were pictures of my mother, father and me surrounded by flowers and stuffed toys and little notes praying that we had found peace. It was odd that I was dead to the world. I could never show my face again in this tiny town, but I was used to that. 

In the months since then, Rowena and I had found a cottage in the woods a few states over. It was a stereotype for sure, but there was something appealing about living in the wood, being taught magic by a couple hundred years old Scottish witch whose son was the King of Hell, just causal things. 

Rowena also told me more about the hunters that were at the party were referred to by the supernatural community as The Winchesters, a name that strikes fear. Sam Winchester was the boy with the demon blood who was supposed to bring about the apocalypse. But Rowena says: “Would you believe that boy has the more precious puppy dog eyes?”

Then there was Dean. Dean was the more intimidating of the two according to Rowena. But I never had that experience with him, not even from the start. He had those green eyes that stared right through my shield and into the deepest part of my soul that day they came to my door dressed as Mormons. The day I attacked his brother, he should have shot me on site. But he hesitated. Sam and Dean saved me from the hex bag and they wanted to keep me safe. Dean wanted to keep me safe. 

It would be a lie if I didn’t think he was attractive. It would also be a lie if I didn’t think about the way we danced in the meeting house every night before I went to bed. Even practicing spells could never feel that magical.  His hands were soft and warm and his cocky smile when he would flirt, it made me smile just thinking about it. 

“If you could be a dear an’ stop fantasizin’ about Dean Winchester an’ make sure the pasta doesn't boil over, a’would really appreciate it.” Rowena’s voice brought me out of my thoughts and back to the stove top in front of me where the pot of bowtie pasta was near boiling over. I cursed and moved the pot to a different burner and turned the original burner off. 

“And just a little heads up, the Winchesters will be arriving in about, hmmm, five minutes.” Rowena’s words made my heart jump into my throat. 

“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I panicked and ran into my bedroom off the kitchen in a desperate attempt to find anything nice to wear and to make myself look presentable. 

“If you’ll recall, I told you that Fergus was bringing them here to discuss a matter of spellwork and payment. You just nodded along thinking of ole green eyes.” I could hear the smile in her voice. 

I was just getting finished brushing my hair when I heard the rumble of an old car out the window. 

“Son of a bitch.” I made my way back out to the living room area where the three new occupants stood. 

Rowena smiled as I entered, “Fergus, I don’t believe you’ve met my newest pupil, (Y/N).” At his name, the King of Hell chuckled to himself before looking me over. 

“I’ve heard a few things about the girl, Mother. And again, I insist you call me Crowley.” I only nodded, “Where’s the booze?” He asked before taking it upon himself to find the alcohol himself. 

“Dean, you’re good in the kitchen, why don’t you help finish up the pasta. Samuel and I need to discuss the spell.” She made her way back into her study, Sam following behind him after giving Dean a nod. 

Instead of the awkward silence that I knew was going to follow I just came out with what I was thinking. 

“I’m really sorry about... ya know, attacking your brother that one time...And thank you for... not killing me.” I said, trying to keep my voice from shaking. 

“Hey, it’s in the past.” He said, “Now what are we making?” 

- 

Later after dinner and been served and eaten, Crowley was passed out of the couch and Rowena was still explaining the spell to Sam. Dean and I were out of the porch, talking about our lives and how crappy our childhoods were. We had come to the conversation about the night I had last seen him, where the town’s coven had been destroyed in a matter of hours. 

“I didn’t even recognize you until I saw the scar.” He said, recalling the scar on my arm that served as a reminder. Not of what she had done to me, but my survival. 

“I wondered if you would if you were done flirting.” I smirked. He grinned and took a swig of his beer. 

“Can you blame me?” Realization dawned on his face and he dug inside his jacket pocket, “Speaking of.” He pulled a chain from his pocket. It was the necklace I had worn that night, the blue goldstone that had given me power before I could take my own back. 

“Where did you find this?” I asked, watching him place it in my hands. 

“Found it on the floor of my car. Must have fallen off when you landed in my windshield.” 

My breathe was caught in my throat. Rowena said that Dean and his car were like two in the same, he loved that car. I glanced at the black beauty out of the corner of my eye, she looked that same as when she was driven off the lot. 

“I’m so so sorry, I had no idea-” Dean laughed, making my cheeks hotter than hell. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve fixed her up from worse.” That just left us staring at each other, not knowing what to say but left in this comfortable silence. He had his half smile that just told me that everything was going to be alright.  I closed my eyes for a moment, a vision of our future filling the picture. He was the man who would keep me safe. He was the man who would love me. Take me on adventures around the country. There would be fights and heartache. But at the end of the day we would have each other. How did I know? 

Well like they say, if the shoe fits: wear it. 

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Through the Pain

Dean x Reader (platonic)

Angst

Word Count: 5,231

A/N: This is my late entry for @greenappleeyes 1k follower challenge. My prompts were ‘Believer’ by Imagine Dragons and ‘Whatever has broken your heart, know that I am here to listen.’

Thank you to Nicole for being so patient with this, and for letting my husband join in and write his own fic too. (His is actually better) You can read this here.

I don’t think this is my best work, and there’s so much more I could explore with Dean and with this song, but it has been really interesting to write. I’ve not really written with prompts before. Please give me some feedback, I want to know what you lot think.

***

The trees blurred in front of you as you ran. You were in so much pain, blood gushing from the wounds you held tight with your hand, but you ran on instinct.

You wouldn’t end up like your brother. You had come too far and been through too much. You could hear the blood pulsing in your ears and the edges of your vision were going dark.

You kept your legs moving, not daring to look back and see if you were still being pursued.

You emerged from the trees to a dirt path, gasping for breath.

A man with a dog turned and gasped at the sight of you.

You staggered to him and gripped his clothes as you slid to your knees.

With your last breath of consciousness you choked out the words, ‘Call him.’

Then the world turned black.

***

The motel room was quiet. Dean sat with his feet up, ankles crossed on the table as he cleaned his gun. He focussed on his steady fingers working the cloth into the grooves of the cool metal. He tried not to think about Lisa and Ben. It was easier said than done. He couldn’t stop wondering if he should have let Cas remove them from his memory too. The thought made his stomach lurch.

He felt his phone buzz against his thigh before his ringtone began to sound, cutting through the heavy silence.

He pulled it out of his pocket and checked the caller ID. Unrecognised.

‘Hello?’ He answered cautiously.

‘Is that Dean?’ The voice on the other end said.

Dean narrowed his eyes.

‘Depends who’s asking.’

'It’s just… I’m… look, there’s a girl. She’s been attacked, she’s covered in blood and she collapsed right in front of me. Your name and number are scrawled across her hand. I figured you’d wanna know.’

Dean hesitated.

'My name and number? Wait a minute, this girl. Who is she?’

'I dunno. Dark hair, maybe in her twenties?’

Dean racked his brains. Didn’t sound like Clair.

'She’s in the ambulance now. They’re taking her to hospital. Look, man. I dunno what’s going on, but I just thought you should know. I’ve called you. I’m done.’

'Wait wait wait,’ dean garbled. 'Which hospital? What attacked her?’

There was a click and three beeps.

Dean ran his hand through his hair.

Why would some random girl have his name and number on her hand?

His phone buzzed and he opened a text message. It contained the name of a hospital about an hour’s drive away.

He shoved it back in his pocket and replaced the loaded chamber of his gun.

'Sammy!’ He called. 'Think I might have a case. You comin’?’

***

The blackness swirled around your mind. It was peaceful and empty. Still, you couldn’t fight the nagging feeling buried somewhere deep beneath the fog. This wasn’t over and you had to fight.

Somewhere far-off, in the distance that existed outside your consciousness, a steady beep pulsed and threaded through your coalescing thoughts.

The scene unfolded in your dreaming mind, clouded by a haze of regret. Was this where it had all gone wrong?

You had spotted him almost instantly across the crowded bar. Head in his hand, slouched over a grimy table on his own and nursing a glass of amber liquid you assumed was whiskey. Empty glasses littered the table.

You sat down heavily across from him.

'Something on your mind?’ You asked.

He took a sharp intake of breath and his shoulders tensed.

'Why don’t you mind your-’

He stopped when he looked up at you. His eyes travelled over you and he frowned.

'You are definitely not old enough to be hanging out in a shit hole like this.’ His speech was a little slurred, but not as much as you would expect considering all the glasses.

'Well, clearly no-one cares enough to throw me out,’ you retorted, looking around at the few scattered drunks and bored-looking bartender.

Dean sighed heavily and turned his attention back to his drink.

'Anyway, I’m not here for the liquor. I’m here for you.’

You fixed your eyes on him, trying to get a read on him.

You had been told he was the best man for the job. You had been told about the Great Dean Winchester who had clawed his way back from the dead and would jump at the chance for a case.

As you eyed him, you wondered if this was the right Dean Winchester.

'Look, sweetheart. Firstly, you can’t be more than, what, seventeen? And secondly, I’m- ’

'Oh for fucks sake, I’m not hitting on you. Why is that always the first thought?’ You rolled your eyes.

He looked back up at you and narrowed his eyes.

'Just cut the crap. I don’t want whatever you’re selling. Just fuck off.’

He drained the rest of his glass and stood up, heading back towards the bar.

This was bullshit. Hero stories were always full of crap. If you hadn’t been so desperate, you would’ve left him to drown his sorrows and moved on.

But you were desperate.

You gave it a few minutes, watching him from where you were. He ordered another drink and checked his phone.

… 'my brother died.’ You said simply, sitting down next to him again.

'Yeah? So did mine. That s'posed to make us besties? I told you, back off alright?’

You blinked at him.

Nobody had told you Dean Winchester was an asshole.

'Look,’ he said, softening ever so slightly. 'I’m sorry for your loss, but I can’t help you.’

His callous disregard got you fired up. 'You don’t know what I want yet,’ you said through gritted teeth.

'Not interested,’ he added, turning away from you and draining his glass.

Your fist clenched against the bar.

'He was killed by some kind of monster. They told me it was a bear but I saw it. He was all I had left. I’ve been looking for you for months.’

The words hung in the air and you thought maybe now he would at least show some humanity.

Dean sighed heavily.

'You wasted your time, princess. If I buy you a drink will you go away?’

You only stared.

'You are Dean Winchester, right? Notorious supernatural hunter?’

'Dunno what you’re talking about, sweetheart. I’m a mechanic. And you’re clearly crazy.’

He caught the bartender’s attention and held his glass up, indicating two fingers.

'Why are you being like this? I was told you would jump at a case.’

'You were told wrong. I’m a family man and I look out for me and mine. That’s it. So unless you got a car you need fixin’, leave me the hell alone.’

The bartender placed two shots of whiskey down between them with a clink.

Dean pulled one towards him and pushed the other across the bar to you.

'Drink and then go. We’re done here.’

You exhaled roughly. 'You know, for a family man you sure are an asshole,’ you said. 'I’m sorry I wasted my fucking time.’ You pushed the whiskey back towards him and walked away.

***

Dean stood at the door of the hospital room leaning against the door jamb.

His throat had tightened up and he found himself frozen.

'Do you recognise her?’ Sam asked behind him.

Dean couldn’t answer. If he did he was afraid Sam would hear the crack in his voice.

Seeing you lying there with wires sticking out of you had caught him off guard.

You hadn’t changed much, except you looked older. Thinner, maybe.

He remembered the first time he had met you.

Fuck, he had been an asshole. Broken, lost in his life and tired of the monotony of how things had panned out; but still an asshole. There was no excuse to have treated you that way.

The beep of the heart rate monitor gave a steady pulse, cutting through the silence.

He had thought about you later that night, when he couldn’t sleep.

To his shame, he thought firstly about the pull of a case.

He loved Lisa, he really did. And he loved Ben like he was his own. He had always dreamed of this apple pie life.

But it had never been an acceptable pay-off for losing Sam.

He had sworn off doing cases, keeping the danger away.

But what put him off most about taking the case was you.

His heart had sunk when he looked up and saw this young girl looking back at him. He knew from the way you approached it would be about a case. You said yourself you weren’t interested in the liquor.

He had thought about himself at that age, already elbows-deep in the blood of the supernatural, raised in tragedy and nurtured by pain with no other future in line for him.

If he knew anything about you in that moment, he knew you could have a better life than he had. There was still a degree of innocence in your eyes; The kind of innocence he saw in Ben’s eyes. The world needed more innocence.

He told himself that’s why he had been so dismissive and played dumb. He told himself he had wanted to put you off the whole hunting thing and deal with your brother’s death in a healthy, normal way.

Not that he knew anything at all about that.

So at first he had thought it was his conscience playing tricks on him when he looked out of the window and saw you stood in his front yard in the dark.

He met your eyes and realised you were not a mirage.

He rolled his eyes and dragged himself up. He glanced up the stairs and listened for any signs of stirring, but there was only quiet.

If you were coming to his house now, he had to deal with this.

He closed the front door carefully, then stormed towards you.

'Not ok. Not at all. I told you, back the hell off.’

'You’re a hunter,’ you said, standing firm. Your arms were folded across your chest. 'You’re lying to yourself.’

'Don’t-’ he started, but you cut in.

'Do you really think that hiding behind this family man bullshit is gonna keep the monsters at bay? Does the supernatural world stop because you decided it should?’

He now stood about a foot away from you, trying to intimidate you into leaving.

'Don’t you dare tell me what you think I should be. You don’t know me. You’re trespassing. Get off my yard.’

'Why won’t you help me? Is there not even a shred of compassion left in that stone cold heart? I thought you might understand because you lost your brother too.’

'Do not talk about my brother.’

'Please,’ you said, not hiding the desperation in your voice. 'I know I can’t bring him back. All I’m asking for is your help. Anything.’

You unfolded your arms and took hold of his arm. He towered over you.

He regarded you for a moment, then rubbed his hand over his face. He stepped back and half turned, glancing back at the house warily.

He turned back to you.

'Look, kid. You’re young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Choose a better life than I had and stay away from all this crap. Like you said, it won’t bring him back.’

'You’re full of shit, Dean,’ you spat at him. He shook you off his arm.

'You’re making this really fucking difficult,’ he answered through gritted teeth. 'How the hell did you find me, anyway?’

You shrugged. ‘And yeah I’m making it difficult because I want you to snap the fuck out of this fairytale idea that nothing bad happens anymore. People need you, Dean. I need you.’

'Kid, I don’t even know you. But you can be more than this. Your brother died and it sucks. But you have a choice to live out your life. When I was your age… I never had a choice.’

'And yet here you are, with a wife and kid regardless.’

'Ok, she’s not my wife. And he’s not my kid. And so long as my brother is burning in Hell, I’ll never be out. Not really.’

As if realising what he had just said, he glanced back at the house again.

He lowered his voice. 'I love her, and I love him like he was my own, but we’re just making the best out of this. But you? You could have it all. You have a choice.’

'Even so, I still choose to hunt down this bastard. And it’s my choice to make. This is my brother! He is the fucking world to me, how can you not understand that?’

You were shouting again.

'Keep your damn voice down,’ Dean snapped at you. 'This is a nice neighbourhood and people are sleeping.’

'Well while people are sleeping peacefully, monsters roam the night. And here you are, telling me to let it go. You’re full of shit,’ you repeated.

'Maybe I am,’ he said. 'But it ain’t got shit to do with you. For the last time, I am not gonna help you. You need to leave.’

When you didn’t move, he wrapped his large hand around your wrist and yanked you. You stumbled and moved with him, your legs scrambling to carry you as he dragged you away from his house.

'Dean,’ you pleaded.

He let you go and pointed out into the street.

'Go. Before I go get my gun.’

You cradled your wrist where he had grabbed you and looked up at him with disbelief.

'You really have snapped, haven’t you. Your brother’s death really messed you up didn’t it?’

'Go!’ He shouted.

'You’re broken.’

'If I ever see you again you’ll be fucking sorry.’

He had turned and stormed back to the house. And you had left.

And he had never seen you again.

Until now.

***

He sat down gingerly by the bed. He regarded you for a long moment.

'Dean?’ Sam said behind him.

'Yeah. Yeah I recognise her,’ Dean answered finally, defeat shaking his voice.

He ran his hand over his face, perhaps a subconscious effort to replace the mask that had shifted temporarily.

Sam saw straight through it.

His voice softened. 'Who is she Dean?’

He inhaled deeply, watching your chest rise and fall.

'She’s someone I should have helped a long time ago. But I didn’t. And now…’ he indicated the hospital bed and your current predicament.

Sam nodded. But he didn’t dwell.

'So do we know what we’re dealing with?’

Dean inhaled, gathering himself to focus.

‘Werewolf.’ His voice was gruff and short. ‘Pretty sure. Which makes this whole thing worse.’

Sam cocked his head in question.

‘A fucking werewolf, Sammy. I coulda given her silver bullets. That’s all she needed. Silver fucking bullets.’

Sam ran his hand through his hair. ‘Ok. Well, we’re here now. What do we know about this werewolf? Is there a pack? I didn’t have time to research thoroughly, but all I found was a report of one body showing up. Animal attack they say, but when is an animal attack ever an animal attack?’

Dean huffed a humourless laugh.

‘Did she say anything back when… when you knew her? Do we know who this thing is?’

Dean shook his head. 'Not unless she wakes up.’

Sam huffed out a sigh. He closed the door and came to the other side of the bed.

‘She got away, so she knew something about what she was dealing with,’ he said.

Dean folded back the cover carefully, examining the dressing on your wound. He noticed several other claw marks on your arms.

‘This isn’t her home town. She tracked it here.’

‘Ok. So this is likely not a newborn then?’ Sam mused.

‘Exactly. And he’s being careful, which means he’s self-aware. But not above killing folk.’

‘Which means-’

‘Which means silver bullets,’ Dean cut in. ‘Let the bullets fly.’

He narrowed his eyes, focussing on the one thing he knew how to do; killing a monster.

Sam cleared his throat. ‘Dean, I mean… do you wanna sit this one out? I’m sure I could-’

‘What are you nuts? I wanna gank this thing. Fuck, I owe her that much.’

‘Ok, but I mean… you’re dealing with a lot right now. It would be perfectly fine if you-’

‘No, Sam. Fuck, do you even know me at all? My whole life, my drive – it came from pain. Pain is what keeps me focussed and it’s what keeps me fighting, so let those fucking silver bullets rain.’

Before Sam could respond, his phone began to ring. He checked it.

‘Sherriff,’ he said simply and left the room as he answered the call.

Dean felt his demeanour crumble now that Sam wasn’t there. He sank into the seat by your bed, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.

The steady beep of the heart monitor was slow compared to the pounding in his own chest.

He made himself look up at you again, regarding your peaceful face as though he was staring down his own mistakes.

Your life could have been better, he realised, if he had just helped you. Killed the damn werewolf and then you could have moved on. Instead you had tracked this werewolf unequipped for God knows how many years, probably from town to town. Perhaps this was the first time you had confronted it, he thought.

And you had been so desperate, you turned back to him – the pathetic, angry drunk who had dragged you off his yard all those years ago.

And where had it got him? He was left here yet again in the only life h knew, the pain of what he had sacrificed making him believe in some greater purpose he could never quite pin down. But it was where he belonged. He should have known that.

The heart monitor started screaming and you gasped, making Dean jump up and move closer to your side.

You blinked, looking around the room to try and make sense of where you were. When the first face you saw was his, you filled with relief. His green eyes watched you intently.

‘Hey, hey it’s ok. I’m here. You’re ok,’ he said. He took your hand as you reached out for him.

Your eyes took in the freckles across his nose and the dark shadows under his eyes. If it was possible, he looked even more broken than before. And yet somehow more focussed.

You never thought you would see that face again, except when it plagued your dreams; the man who had left you alone to fend for yourself in a world you had no idea how to navigate.

You were mad at him. His abandonment and dismissal had shaped much of how determined you were. That and the loss of your brother were your drive.

But right now, his face was the only one you wanted to see. If he was as good as the stories said, this Werewolf should be nothing for him to kill. The end was finally in sight. There was light at the end of a long, traumatic tunnel.

‘Dean,’ you choked out. ‘You came.’

‘Yeah. It took me long enough.’ He still held your hand in his. His grip was soft and much gentler than your last encounter with him.

You sighed and smiled, the relief flooding you once again.

‘We’re gonna get this son of a bitch, ok?’ he said, his voice low and gravelly.

The door pushed open and you both looked up.

‘So I think I might have an idea where…’ Sam started as he walked in, then stopped when he saw you were awake. ‘She’s awake. You’re awake. Hi, I’m Sam,’ he added.

You felt a knot tighten in your stomach and you weren’t sure what emotion it conveyed. You looked to Dean.

‘Sam?’

‘Yeah. He’s uh… he’s back, I guess. Long, weird story.’

You couldn’t talk right away while you processed how that was even possible. So Sam was back from the dead? And Dean was sat here now, after all these years, ready to help because his family was complete again?

You clenched your jaw. Jealousy. That was what you were feeling. You tried to shake it off. This was a good thing. You should be happy for him.

‘You must be very happy,’ you said, trying not to let your voice shake.

Dean let go of your hand and scoffed. ‘Happy? With his whining and farting? Sick of him already.’

‘Thanks, Dean,’ Sam said bitterly.

But you noticed the glimmer of sadness that remained in Dean’s eyes even as he joked.

‘I think I may know where this werewolf is hiding out,’ Sam said, sweeping the conversation on.

Your eyes lingered on Dean a little longer. He looked at the floor.

Maybe he was someone who was destined to be unhappy. He had his brother back. The person he loved most in the world had died and left him heartbroken, now he was here as you lived and breathed. What else could… and then it struck you.

The wife and kid.

You realised nobody was talking and both brothers were looking at you.

You cleared your throat. ‘What? Sorry. I’m still kind of waking up.’

Sam ran his hand through his hair. ‘Sorry. How are you feeling?’

‘Confused. Exhausted. How did you… but you died?’

‘Oh right. That.’ Sam looked to Dean. Dean shrugged. ‘Friends in high places, I guess,’ Sam said, looking at the floor so his hair fell over his face. There was a little shame in those eyes, you thought.

‘You gonna explain?’

Sam hesitated, but Dean jumped in.

‘Look, we’re buddies with an angel. Yeah it’s weird. Welcome to huntin’, sweetheart.’

He ran his hand through his hair attempting to act nonchalant, but you couldn’t ignore the weird look the brothers exchanged. Because they knew what you were thinking.

‘What else can you tell us about this werewolf?’ Sam said, before you could dwell any further on his return from the dead.

You sighed. You were wasting time already, so you pushed the rest aside for now.

As you filled them in on the last few years of experience, they seemed to absorb it all as though it was commonplace. The way they discussed the details and formed a plan in less than twenty minutes showed you just how good they were as a team; how close they were and in tune with each other, even if they did bicker over some of the finer details.

And you slowly began to understand the level of pain that Dean had to have been in when you had first met him.

But even now, there seemed to be trouble in paradise.

‘Dean, are you sure? What we talked about before – I can do this if you wanna stay here with her. You’ve been through-’

‘Dammit Sam!’ Dean snapped. The anger that erupted had clearly been building over some time. ‘I told you, I’m gonna kill this fucker. Stop tryna over complicate this.’

Sam threw his arms up. ‘I’m just tryna help,’ he said and stormed out.

‘I’m not sitting this out,’ you said. ‘I’ve worked too hard-’

‘What did you say?’ Dean cut in. ‘You think you’re gonna come along on a hunt with your guts sliced open?’ He shook his head. ‘You’re staying right here. Let us handle this.’

‘Dean, I-’

‘No. I let you down once before. I’m not gonna let you throw your life away again. It ain’t happenin’. This is my fault. I’ll take care of it.’

He was doing it again. He was trying to tell you what was best for you even after having left you out in the cold with nothing but your pain to believe in. For so many years he had been absent. He had been the echo of the hope you once had at freedom.

He had been the almost-father-figure who failed you.

‘You’re damn right, it’s your fault! Why the fuck wouldn’t you just help me? I was alone. I had NOTHING. I had no-one. But you had your perfect little family and I was such an inconvenience.’

‘Don’t talk about them,’ he snapped. ‘Don’t fucking talk about them, not now.’

You looked at him mouth agape.

‘Are we really doing this again? Don’t you ever fucking learn? There is more to the world than just you and your family.’

Green eyes shot daggers through you. ‘That’s rich coming from you.’ He paused, shaking his head. ‘I’m done. You’re staying here, end of discussion.’

He began to walk to the door.

‘Dean. You can’t just walk away every time a situation gets tough. You can’t just up and leave and never deal with it.’

He turned back to you. ‘And what the fuck do you know? Sometimes walking away is the best thing for everybody! Sometimes the only way to keep people safe is to walk away!’ he shouted.

Silence hung in the air between you. You realised you had hit a nerve. This had got out of hand.

You tried to soften your voice. ‘Dean, something happened, I can tell.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Whatever has broken your heart, know that I’m here to listen.’

He scoffed. ‘Broken my… broken my heart?’ he said incredulously, his voice raising. ‘We’re hunters. We don’t get time for a broken heart. Yeah sure, I’m broken. Maybe I always have been. I was broken from a young age. Bad stuff happens. You lose people. But the bad stuff keeps comin’, so you gotta keep fighting. That’s all I know.’

‘Except when you have a wife and kid,’ you said and instantly regretted it. He slammed his fist into the wall behind him. You thought he might yell at you again but instead he just looked at you, emerald eyes so full of pain it hurt you to look at. His lip trembled ever so slightly.

After a long moment, he ran his hand over his face and sat down. ‘They’re gone.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’

He shook his head. ‘I mean they’re alive. Just better off thinking they never met me.’

‘You left?’

He shook his head again. ‘They were kidnapped by demons. We got them out, but I realised they would never be safe while they were with me. Their memories were wiped. You don’t get out of this life. You don’t get to throw in the towel and settle down. You were right and I should have… I should have fucking listened.’

You shuffled closer to him, wincing at the pain in your gut but pushing through it. You rested your hand on his shoulder.

You tried to think of something comforting to say, but couldn’t.

‘You should have,’ you said instead.

He looked up at you, disbelief in his eyes. But then he smiled and shook his head.

‘Dammit,’ he said softly. He ran his hand through his hair.

‘Look,’ he said after a long silence. ‘I can’t bring your brother back. I can’t bring back all those years I could have saved you from. What I can do is kill this motherfucker. Will you let me do that for you?’

You sighed. ‘What about the angel?’

‘What?’

‘You say you can’t bring him back. What about the angel? He brought Sam back, right?’

‘Yeah, but it was messy. Really fucking messy and Sam might never recover from what he went through, not really.’

‘Ok, but my brother didn’t die dragging Lucifer back to Hell.’

Dean shook his head. ‘It’s been years. Maybe it’s time to accept it and move on.’

‘Oh fuck off. Did you move on? How did that fucking go? Oh yeah, that’s right. You got your brother back from the dead. So don’t fucking lecture me about moving on,’ you snapped.

Dean had no answer for you.

Right on cue, Sam re-entered the room with a coffee in his hand.

‘Dean, we need to go. The window is closing and soon it will be too late to get him. This guy likes to move towns, like she said.’ He nodded to you.

Dean looked from Sam back to you and held your eyes in his for a long moment.

He blinked, then stood up.

‘Ok Sammy, but just one last thing before we go.’

He glanced back to you, the look in his eyes saying this was a bad idea.

‘Castiel,’ he said. Your heart pounded. Was he really calling the angel? ‘Cas, I need a favour.’

He looked around the room expectantly, avoiding Sam’s confused gaze.

‘Dammit, Cas! Get your feathery ass down here. You sure as hell owe me one, and a big one-’

There was a flap of wings and a whoosh of air and a dark-haired man in a trenchcoat appeared the other side of your bed.

He fixed his blue eyes on Dean.

‘What’s this about Dean?’ He looked around, noticing you were in a hospital. ‘Does someone need healing?’ His eyes settled on you.

Without prompting, he moved to the side of your bed. Wordlessly, he touched two fingers to your forehead and you instantly felt a surge of power tingle through your body. The wound in your gut burned and then disappeared altogether.

You stared up at him. His face was set and he looked to Dean.

‘Is that all? I’m actually busy, Dean.’

Dean nodded once.

‘Thanks, Cas.’

The angel disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.

Panic began to pound in your chest.

‘No, come back!’ You turned to Dean, grabbing hold of his arm. ‘Bring him back!’ you shouted.

Dean tightened his fingers around your wrist, squeezing reassurance.

‘That was never gonna happen, and you knew that. You’ve always known that. You need to be ok with it.’

‘No!’ you shouted, but your voice got trapped in your throat as the realisation flooded through you. ‘No,’ you choked out again as your body convulsed with sobs.

Dean pulled you against his chest and held you more tightly than was comfortable, but it felt safe as you let yourself fall apart in his arms.

‘He’s better off up there than down here, trust me,’ he said softly.

He held you for a long time in silence.

Eventually, he let go and pulled back.

Dean placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Sam nodded understanding.

Dean looked to you.

‘You need to get ready sweetheart. We’ll give you some time. Get your clothes on.’

‘What?’ You puzzled.

‘You’re all healed up now.’

He paused, looking around the room. His eyes settled on your jeans on the side. He shrugged off his checked overshirt and handed it to you.

‘Here, you can wear this. I guess your t-shirt had a big bloody rip in it.’

‘But you said…’ you started, tears filling your eyes.

‘You need closure. I get it. So you’re gonna come with us, and you’re gonna shoot this bastard in the face. And then you’re gonna move on with your life and be happy.’ He fixed his eyes on yours. ‘You’re the face of the future.’

You looked down at the shirt in your hands, then back up at the two brothers.

‘Come on,’ Dean continued. ‘We’re going hunting.’

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A glass of red

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Song request: Jealous - Nick Jonas. Heya! I was wondering if I could get a song fic with the song Jealous by Nick Jonas where the reader is Sams girlfriend and they go to a bar after a case and men flirt with her but she doesn't respond to them but Sam still gets jealous. It could have fluff and smut or whatever else you want to add

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: a little angst, topped off with fluff :)

A/N: This was a request that was a long time coming, and I am SOO sorry about the delay! I love this song, so when I saw it I immediately had ideas for it then got carried away! I hope you like it :)

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“C’mon! You gonna quit on me now, Winchester?” You challenged the younger brother with a smirk and a subtle shimmy. You held up your third shot of whiskey, raising your eye brow at him, daring him to go toe-to-toe with you. Dean had met a girl after the first round of shots and bowed out with her before he lost his chance, leaving you and Sam to unwind together

Sam gave a gentle scoff, followed by a smile. You had him. “Fine,” he said, “but let it be known that I’m more worried about your reaction to these shots. Not mine.”

“uh-huh,” you retorted, unconvinced. “Toss it back on three. Ready? One. Two. Three!” You downed your third shot of Jack feeling slightly proud of yourself until the burn kicked in and your face crumpled. Across from you, Sam hardly winced, it was as if he’s just downed apple juice. A smile crawled across his lips.

“Hey, not shabby!” Came an unfamiliar voice next to you. You turned to find two younger guys, around your age, giving you the up-and-down glance.

��Thanks!” You smile, glad someone noticed your skills. You may not be at Winchester level yet, but it was nice to be acknowledged!

“Frank,” he held out his hand, which you took. “This is my buddy Jake.”

“Y/n.”

“Sam,” the younger Winchester interjected, giving a dramatic reach towards Frank.

“What are you drinking?” Frank dipped his chin towards your empty glass.

“It was Jack, but I don’t think I can handle another,” you confessed.

“Well then come with us,” Jake beamed, “A pretty thing like you? You should never have an empty glass, we’ll get you whatever you want. C’mon.” With that, he dipped his arm through yours, not giving you a chance to protest.

“Free drink!” you mouthed to Sam excitedly as Jake whisked you to the bar, but your joy dulled when you spotted his expression. His puppy dog eyes followed you all the way through the crowed, his mouth hung slightly open in concern.

At the bar, you ordered your go-to: a glass of red. Frank gave you a look of joking disapproval.

“I’ve never seen a girl follow a shot of whiskey with a glass of wine,” he commented.

“Yeah, well,” you drifted off, feeling sheepish for your drink choice, “I do what I want.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Jake said. “He’s a little judgmental. You order whatever makes you happy.” 

“I’m not judging,” Frank jumped in. “Just surprised. Glass of red at a dive bar? You’re not from around here, are you? Where you from?”

You shook you head slowly, careful of the information you were able to divulge. “from the northeast,” you said, hoping that vague answer was enough to quell their curiosity. 

You glanced at Sam and were surprised to find he’d strode up and stood directly behind you. 

“These guys treating you nice?” He stared them down with a small smile, that was not so much a smile as it was a snarl. 

“A glass of red for the lady,” Frank interjected, making eye contact with Sam.

While you weren’t sure if it was a conscious decision or not, you noticed Sam had puffed out his chest, looming over the other two men, and balled his hands into fists. It was then you’d finally realized how much this exchange had upset him.

Frank and Jake were not oblivious to the subtle threats either. You watched them shoot worried glances.

You quickly moved to remedy the situation. “Thank you gentlemen so much for the drink.” You raised it to them. “It’s true what they say about men in these parts, very kind of you.” With that, you tugged Sam back to the table and shoved him into his seat.

“Jerks,” Sam muttered and ordered another whiskey from the waitress. 

“They didn’t seem terrible,” you quipped, and Sam gave you a small smile.

“No, you wouldn’t think so. You’re polite, and sweet. I love that about you.”

Just then the waitress returned with Sam’s whiskey, and a second glass. “The second whiskey’s from that gentleman at the pool table,” she explained.

You both looked over and saw a burly guy in a plaid flannel give you a small wave. You raised your glass in a ‘cheers’ motion and took a sip.

“Jesus, I survived a damn werewolf attack today, but this place is gonna kill me.” You swirled your whiskey slowly, hoping you wouldn’t need to take another sip. Your wine was still full, and you needed to be on your game tomorrow.

Across from you, Sam’s fist fell hard onto the table.

“What the hell, Sam? What’s wrong?”

Sam opened his mouth but nothing came out, so he ran his hand through his hair, letting the silence speak for him. “Listen, y/n,” he finally began. “I’m...I’ve...It’s something I’ve been working on, but I can’t help it. I get angry when these guys just keep coming out of nowhere and buying you drinks. I mean, I don’t blame them for trying, look at you, you’re beautiful. And I know at the end of the day you’re still my girlfriend but I guess I just...” he shrugged and took a sip of whiskey. “I just get jealous.”

Sam’s words, though they caught you off guard, were not completely unexpected. You’d been picking up on his discomfort during these situations for the past few weeks, but hadn’t realized how much they hurt Sam.You took his hand gently, and watched him let out the hair he’d been holding in.

“Sam, you know how much I love you. Believe me, I don’t want you to feel this way. I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” Your thumb grazed back and forth over the top of his knuckles.

The sad eyes Sam gave you just then broke your heart. You knew how strongly Sam felt about you, and Sam is someone who feels with his entire being, so he must have been really suffering up until this point.

You slid out of your chair to be closer to him. On the bar stools, you and Sam were about the same height so you wedged your way between his legs. Sam leaned in slowly, running his large hand through your hair and pulled you in to meet his lips. Your bodies pressed together, his strong chest and arms enveloping you, claiming you as his own.  

“Do you really think I’m beautiful?” you asked with a blush as your lips parted. 

Sam rolled his eyes vehemently, giving a small bounce to add emphasis. “Of course. Are you crazy?” He slid his arm around your waist and stood to leave. “Now let’s head out before this happens again.”

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