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smellingofpoetry · 2 years ago

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Normal Again

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny Lafitte, Castiel

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: "The first time it happened had felt like a bad nightmare."

Square/s Filled: "Dean Winchester" (TMAS Bingo - @supernatural-jackles), Hospital AU (@anyfandomaubingo)

Warnings: mention of mental illness, mental hospital, pills, angst, nightmares, hurt, sadness, mention of smut, mention of nudity, mention of the series finale

Rating: +18

Words count: 3708

Beta: endlesswanted

A/N: Hello there! It has been a while since my last story, unfortunately, I'm quite busy at the moment so my writing had slowed down. I had this story in mind for quite some time and I've finally been able to finish it. I was inspired by an episode of Buffy, I don't know if some of you watched it or not, but I always loved that one in particular. This story talks about some delicate subject, so I totally understand if some of you would prefer to skip it. I did my best with the warnings, but feel free to let me know if I missed something. That being said, let me know what you think about the story and I hope you'll appreciate it. Enjoy! 🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

The first time it happened had felt like a bad nightmare. It wasn��t even the worst he had in all those years, and nothing really had happened. It was just him sitting on a bed in an almost empty room, but he could feel this heaviness on his chest.

He could feel his own fear.

The worst part was how real that nightmare had felt. He had become quite good at shaking his bad dreams off, but this one was different. He could still feel it deep down on his bones even hours later.

Once the feeling went away, he blamed it on the hunt he had just done and moved on until more dreams found their way to him. He kept quiet, deciding to deal with them on his own. It wasn’t his first bad dream, but then he started to have them even when he was wide awake. He had one of them even while working a case and if he hadn’t snapped out of it the moment he did he would have probably lost her.

That night, once they were back, he all but hid in his room until she made her way to him. She sat down next to him without saying a word. Her small hand grabbed his, lacing their fingers together. Dean closed his eyes while the guilt came back in full force.

“Talk to me, De.”

He sighed hearing her pleading tone, knowing full well he couldn’t keep to himself what was happening, not anymore.

“I’m having these dreams. I don’t even know if I can call them that anymore.”

Y/N looked up at him, confusion was written all over her face. He bit down on his lip, trying to figure out how to explain what was happening to him when he wasn’t really sure himself.

“They started like dreams, but now I’m having them even when I’m not sleeping.”

“And you were having one of those while we were hunting?”

Dean nodded his head, feeling his eyes sting a bit. She got a bit closer then, holding his hand a bit tighter.

“What are they like?”

“They feel so real, like pieces – missing pieces.”

“Of what?”

“Someone’s story.”

“Whose?”

“Mine.”

“No, please. I don’t want them anymore. Please –”

Dean whimpered, trying to push himself against the wall as much as he could to get away from them.

“No more, please.”

One of the nurses bent on his knees, sighing in defeat.

“Don’t make it even harder, man.”

Dean backed away a bit more when the door of his room opened, and the doctor came in. He signaled the two nurses to leave them alone, and Dean waited for them to get out before glancing toward the doctor.

“Did you take your pills, Dean?”

He looked down then, shaking his head while he hugged his legs closer to his chest.

“They’re for your own good.”

“But I don’t want them.”

“Alright, we’re going to worry about that later. For now, you have a visit.”

Dean's interests peeked up at that, so he glanced at the doctor again before shifting his eyes towards the door. A few seconds later two figures came into the room, making Dean’s eyes go wide with surprise.

“Hey, son.”

His dad tried to smile, but Dean’s attention was already focused on the other person who waved at him, unsure.

“Sammy?”

“Hey, Dean.”

“You’re back?”

“For a little while, yeah.”

The doctor waved to John, signaling to both go outside.

“Why don’t we give them some time, uhm?”

Y/N moved on the bed to face him this time. He was worried and, somehow, that wasn’t even the right definition to describe him, but she knew to have never seen him that upset.

“What happens in these dreams?”

Dean swallowed, trying to avoid her eyes as best as he could, which ended up worrying her even more. He closed his eyelids for a few seconds, not sure he had in him the courage to tell her.

“It’s bad, Y/N.”

“Nothing of what you’re going to tell me will make me look at you differently.”

He raised his eyes and the moment they landed on her he knew that she was telling the truth. So, he nodded, and taking a deep breath he let her know.

“I’m in this place – a hospital.”

Y/N tightened her grip on his hand. Fear was starting to creep on her, but she kept her mouth shut giving him all the time he needed to speak on his terms, even though all that wait was going to kill her.

“I’m there to be treated because I –” he paused to take a deep breath.

“I think I’m sick.”

Why was her heart beating so fast for a stupid dream? Maybe if he wasn’t so terrified then maybe she could have relaxed a bit.

“But they’re treating you, so that’s a good thing, right?”

Y/N desperately searched his eyes, trying to find reassurance but the moment Dean looked at her she knew it was worse than she was picturing it.

“The hospital –”

“Yeah?”

“– it’s a mental hospital, Y/N.”

They were sitting on the floor with their backs on the wall, and suddenly it seemed to be back to when they were just kids, and they spent their summer nights talking to each other about their future.

“Are you here to take me home?”

Sam’s heart cracked a bit under the weight of his big brother's question. To be honest, he couldn’t tell what hurt more between his words and the lost look on his face.

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because you have to get better first.”

Dean frowned, glancing down at his pale gown. He tried to process his little brother's words but sometimes it was so hard to concentrate on something.

“But I don’t like it here.”

“I know you don’t.”

“What if – what if I take my medicine and promise to be good, will you let me come back to the bunker, then?”

Dean looked at his brother, while Sam seemed to be confused by the question.

“The bunker?”

“Yeah, home.”

Sam frown deepened, not sure what he was talking about let alone know what to say to him.

“Dean, there’s no bunker.”

“Yes, there is. That’s where we live, me and you.”

Dean shook his head with force while slowly getting up. Sam sighed, getting up too but smart enough to not get too close to him to not upset him even more.

“No, we’re not, Dean. you’ve been here for a few years now, remember? While I live in California where I went to college.”

“No, no, you left college after Jessica died and we – we –”

Sam took a step forward; hands raised in surrender to let him know he didn’t want to hurt him in any way.

“Jessica is not dead; she lives with me in California. I already told you that last time we saw each other.”

Dean shook his head, pacing inside the small room trying to make sense of his foggy thoughts.

“No, no, you’re lying. I thought you were on my side.”

“And I’m, Dean.”

“Then why are you lying?”

He shouted, stopping in the middle of the room to look at Sam, who stood still watching him helplessly. Dean stared at him with teary eyes, waiting for him to say that it was just a stupid mistake.

“Say something, damn it!”

“I’m sorry, Dean.”

“No, you’re not. You’re just like everybody else. You’re just trying to find a new reason to leave me again.”

He was about to take a step forward when two strong arms took hold of him. The nurse tried to calm him down, leading him towards the bed.

“Alright, calm down now.”

“No! Leave me alone!”

Sam got a bit closer, wanting to do something to help him but not knowing what he was supposed to do in a situation like that.

“Please, let him go. We were just talking. We just – I – please.”

But the nurse ignored him, taking a syringe from one of his pockets and pushing the needle inside Dean’s arm.

“No! No! Please, no! Sammy, please. Tell them it’s not a lie, please. She can’t be a lie – she can’t!”

“Who?”

Dean slowed down his movements while the nurse secured him to the bed. He stood still, staring at the ceiling. A small tear rolled down his cheek.

“Y/N –”

Y/N tried to push down the lump in her throat but the scared look on Dean’s face made her panic rise.

“We have had worst nightmares, why is this one having such an effect on you?”

Dean glanced in her direction, gnawing the inside of his cheek. He sighed, knowing she had the right to know.

“Because it feels real – too real.”

Y/N frowned at his words. All their nightmares felt real, she knew that well enough. So, she also knew there was more to it than he was telling her.

“What are you trying to tell me?”

He rubbed at his tired eyes with his fingertips, hanging low his head.

“It’s starting to become hard to say what’s real and what’s not.”

“When did all of this start?”

“It started after the last witch hunt.”

Y/N got up from the bed, pacing the room trying to think of the best way to deal with this new situation. She stopped in her tracks after a few seconds before heading to the door.

“Alright, I’m going to wake up Sam and we’re going to figure out what’s happening.”

“Y/N –”

She turned around at the sound of her name, trying to pretend she was keeping it cool but his next words made her waver.

“Yeah?”

“I feel like I’m already slipping.”

Dean stood still staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. His wrists and ankles were still secured to the bed, and yet he could feel Sam’s presence next to him, but he hadn’t had the strength to do much more than stare at the wall and think of her.

How could people think she was a lie?

Something is mind created?

Something not real?

She felt so real to him.

Even now, watching a damn wall, he could remember every single detail of her, from the sound of her voice to the colors of her eyes or the dimples on her cheeks. He could still remember how it felt to kiss her and be kissed by her, the softness of her skin under his hands, the weight of her body pressed against his, her warmth welcoming him.

And her smile – oh, that damn smile of hers.

He could still remember the way she made him feel every time he laid between her arms. She made him feel wanted.

So, how could all of that have been just a trick of his mind?

“She cannot be just a dream –”

Sam shifted in his seat at the sound of his brother's voice. For a minute he got really scared there, so he spent the last hour watching over him, just in case. He moved forward just a bit, being careful to not startle him.

“Tell me about her.”

At that question Dean’s lips curved upwards before his eyes went in search of his little brother, finding him right where he had left him.

“Y/N is – she is smart, like really smart. And loyal, one hell of a hunter, and a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

Sam chuckled at that, making Dean smile too.

“She’s also the kindest person I’ve ever known.”

“How did you two meet?”

“You know that story, Sam. You were there.”

Sam smiled sadly, nodding his head in approval. Of course, he was there, he should have known. It warmed Sam’s heart to know that he was in every one of Dean’s stories, even though they didn’t really spend that much time together anymore. So, it made sense for him to be there too. Sam patted Dean’s knees, trying to play along if that meant he could have his brother back for five more minutes.

“Yeah, I know, but I want to hear it anyway.”

“It was during a hunt. Bobby sent her as a backup, and I might have tried some of my moves on her once the job was done.”

“Did they work?”

“Hell no!”

They ended up laughing at that, with Sam studying Dean’s face who seemed to be lost miles away from where they were.

“So, how did you two end up together?”

Dean went back to stare at the ceiling, hoping he could see her again between all that white.

“It’s stupid.”

Sam smiled, thinking that surely couldn’t have been more stupid than talking with his brother about an imaginary girl. At that point, stupid was overestimated.

“I’ll decide that.”

“She held my hand when I was at my worst, and she never did let go ever since then.”

Y/N and Sam were looking for an explanation for what was happening to Dean, but they were going blind, which made everything even harder.

She rubbed her heavy eyes, feeling the tiredness catching up with her. Sighing she closed the tenth book of the last hours before getting up.

“I’m going to check on Dean.” She announced Sam, who simply nodded his head without stopping to read the page ha was focusing on. She couldn’t really blame him. They were running out of time, and of books for that matter.

She walked along the corridor until she reached Dean’s room. He was where she left him a few hours prior, on his lap a bunch of photos. Y/N closed the door behind her, leaning against it.

“None of the things that happened here had happened there, except for mom. That happened there too, and I think it was the first crack in my – in his mind. Then Sam went away, and I think he just – he just let go.”

Dean trailed off, gazing at one of the pictures he had in his hand while Y/N remained silent, not sure what to say to make him feel better, which hurt her more than she was ready to admit.

“Dad is still alive, and so does Jessica. Sam is close to becoming a lawyer. Cass apparently is my doctor and Benny’s one of the nurses at the hospital. The only one who’s nice enough.”

“So, no demons or angels, or any kind of monsters?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“And every person you’ve met here is there too?”

Dean sighed, putting aside the photos he was still holding.

“Everyone, but one –”

Y/N frowned, tilting her head to the side like that would have helped her to understand better. They stared at each other for a few seconds when finally she understood.

“Everyone but me.”

Dean nodded, watching her lowering her gaze to try to hide her teary eyes from him like she always did.

“Didn’t I tell you that you’ll be lost without me?”

She looked up at him then, trying to joke about it even though her smile didn’t reach her eyes, not really anyway.

“Yeah – yeah, you did tell me that.”

Dean whispered, a lopsided smile on his lips. He cleared his throat, turning to his nightstand to watch the picture of the two of them together.

“He’s scared. The other me, I mean.”

“Why is that?”

“He’s afraid to lose you.”

“But you said –”

“According to the doctors, he created this whole world in his head where he takes shelter from reality. The world looks a lot like my life, and he really believes that that’s real, which is why dad – John – I mean, his dad took him to the hospital in the first place.”

Y/N walked the few steps dividing them, going to sit on the edge of the bed.

“So, I’m for him what I’m for you, even if I’m not really in that world?”

“You’re real.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, but –”

Dean sighed, throwing his head back against the headboard. She looked at him in silence, watching him gnawn on his bottom lip until he finally spoke again.

“I share his same fear.”

“Dean, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” she said while grabbing his hand that she squeezed to reassure him.

“But I might go to a place where you’re not there, and then what? It’s bad enough to end up chained to a mental hospital bed, but being without you? Hell, no!”

Y/N widened her eyes at his words. Did he just say –? No, she must have heard him wrong.

“You are chained where, now?”

“Not the point.”

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, but then she decided against it. So, instead, she crawled in his lap, lacing her arms around his neck.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”

“But what if –”

“I’ll find my way to you then.”

Dean smiled at that, wrapping his arms around her middle dragging her closer and hugging her a bit harder.

“What if the other Sam is right and all of this isn’t real? What if you’re no – you’re not –”

Dean’s voice died down while his eyes filled with warm, fat tears. Y/N’s heart shattered under the weight of his words, so she let her hands travel along his arms first, then his shoulders to finally reach his face. She cupped his cheeks with her hands, grazing his skin with his thumbs.

“Can you feel this?”

Dean nodded, which was enough for her to keep going. She let her lips wander to his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, and then his mouth.

“And this?”

“Yeah.”

He rasped out, letting their breaths mingle together until she deepened the kiss. Dean kissed her back, granting her access and letting their tongues graze together. Y/N let her hands travel under his shirt, pushing it back bit by bit. Dean took the hint and helped her remove the piece of clothing.

Y/N let go of him just long enough to get rid of her shirt. She grabbed his hands then, guiding them towards her naked skin. Dean put them on her hips and slowly let them travel up her body along her ribcage.

“I can feel your warmth under my fingers.”

His hand traveled up some more, reaching her covered breasts that he gently squeezed. Y/N unhooked her bra, letting it fall between their laps before feeling his hands on her again.

“Let me show you how real I’m.”

They were all gathered in his room with Doctor Novak trying to explain to them – to him – what was going to happen. He wanted Dean to get rid of his other world like it meant nothing. And maybe for the doctor it didn’t but for Dean...

According to Doctor Novak, they had to increase the dosage of Dean’s medicine, promising that once they started to work, he would be able to go back home.

Dean, though, stopped to listen to him after a few words, knowing that speech by heart. He glanced at his dad a few times before deciding to focus on Sam instead.

Was that hope in his eyes?

Dean felt a lump in his throat while he grabbed Sam’s hand in his. Sam squeezed it back, glancing up to his brother with a weak smile on his lips.

“Come here –”

Sam saw Dean pleading him with his eyes, so he scooted closer, sitting on the edge of the small bed.

“I’m so proud of you Sam. Do you know that? So damn smart – you’re stronger than me, you always have been.”

“Dean –”

“I – I can try to accept not being right in my head –”

“Dean, please.”

“No, no, listen. I can come to terms with the fact that all the things I thought I lived and felt, the monsters, the people I’ve met, were just a trick of my mind, but I can’t – I can’t survive at the mere thought of her not being real.”

“Don’t leave me – I can’t do it alone.”

Everything around them felt silent, while the eyes of the other people in the room focused on the two of them, John and doctor Novak sharing a worried look.

“Dean?”

“Sam, what’s going on, son?”

The brothers simply ignored the two other men too focused on their own conversation.

“Yes, you can.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

“Hey, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right here, and you can come to visit me every time you want. I’ll be here listening to you. No, I can’t promise to answer you back, but I’ll hear you no matter what, alright?”

Sam nodded his head while his eyes filled with tears.

“Don’t be sad. I’m just not cut out for this world, but you – oh you – you’ll do great. So, go live for me too, yeah?”

“Tell her to take care of you for me, would you?”

Dean’s teary eyes lit up at Sam’s words while a smile crept on his lips. Sam smiled back before he leaned forward to hug him. Dean hugged him back even tighter, while the tears fell down both their cheeks.

“I love you so much. My baby brother.”

And little bit by little bit, Dean’s mind faded away.

The last few days had weight on all of them, but thankfully Sam has managed to find a solution with a little help from Rowena. After that, they all went back to their lives with a sigh of relief for avoiding finding out what would have happened otherwise.

Dean’s nightmares had stopped altogether after Rowena’s spell, and yet sometimes he could still hear a faint whisper in the distance. Rowena had told him that he could still have some side effects for a few days, so he hadn’t worried much about it and simply moved on.

He was in the kitchen, a few months later grabbing some food, when he heard it again. He turned to Sam, bread in hand and with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You sure?”

“Uhm – yeah?”

Dean shrugged, going back to prepare his sandwich.

“Weird, for a minute I really thought you had said something to me.”

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smellingofpoetry · 2 years ago

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Cherry Pie

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Reader's mom

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Chef!Reader

Summary: This is the story of how cooking made two people fall in love.

Square/s Filled: Free Space (@anyfandomaubingo)

Warnings: AU, fluff, slow burn, lots of cooking

Words count: 3438

Beta: endlesswanted

A/N: Hi there! I wrote this one-shot for @fictional-affairs' challenge. Happy birthday again, love. I hope this story is what you were looking for. Also, I hope to bring you some joy today with it. It's not what I had in mind, but I'm used by now for my stories to do whatever they pleased, lol. So, I just hope you're gonna like it. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy!🖤

Dean Winchester Masterlist - Masterlist

Y/N had just gotten back from school, saying bye to her friend Sam, when walking inside her home she found it empty. It wasn’t a surprise since her parents had weird shifts. So, she just left her school bag at the entrance before heading to the kitchen, hoping her mom had left something for her to eat.

She searched the whole kitchen, but of course, her mom had forgotten about it – again. Y/N sighed frustrated and even more hungry than a few minutes prior. She opened the fridge, knowing full well that there was plenty of food for her to not starve to death. There was only one problem – she didn’t know how to cook.

The last time Y/N tried to cook something she had almost burnt the house down. She groaned, closing the fridge with more force than intended. She heard then her stomach growl and she knew she had one option left. So, she swallowed her pride, took the keys to the house, and went out. She walked the few yards separating her from her neighbor’s house.

Y/N walked towards the back and took a deep breath. She knocked at their kitchen door before letting herself in.

“Hi.” She sighed, waving her hand at her friend’s big brother currently busy behind the stoves. Dean turned around with a smirk on his face. He was used to seeing her walk into their kitchen while their parents were gone, at that point he was always cooking more food and just waiting for her.

“I was wondering if it was okay for me to stay for lunch,” Y/N said, awkwardly moving from one foot to the other, gnawing at her bottom lip. Dean leaned toward the near counter with his hip, arms crossed at his chest. He sighed, rolling his eyes for a more dramatic effect before waving her over.

“Alright, but this time you’re helping.” He told her, throwing at her the apron. Y/N frowned, catching the garment just in time. She tightened it around her middle while walking closer to where he was standing.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked him, alarmed. Dean nodded, passing her the spoon which she took quite unsure.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you burn this kitchen too.” He whispered in her ear, smirking and earning a shove from her.

Y/N was curled up in one of the corners of the Winchester’s couch, watching a movie with Sam and Dean while their parents were out for the parents-teachers meeting. Those meetings always took so long, and according to her dad were boring as hell, which explained why he and Mrs. John got in their cars very reluctantly that afternoon.

It was almost dinner time, and they hadn’t been back yet. Hers and Sam’s stomachs, if the noises to her right were an indication, were starting to rumble. Three grumbled later and she saw Dean roll his eyes, pausing the movie before getting up.

“Hey!” Sam complained, to which he received a dirty look from his big brother.

“I couldn’t concentrate with all the noises you two were making, so I’m going to fetch us something to eat.” He declared while heading to the kitchen. Y/N glanced at Sam, finding him watching his brother before turning back to her. The moment their eyes met they started to giggle.

“You did make some noise.” Sam teased her. Y/N swatted his arm playfully before getting up and feign to be outraged.

“I’m going to see if your brother needs help.” She told him while walking to the kitchen. She turned around just to stick her tongue out just for good measure. Sam threw a cushion at her then, barely missing her. She laughed at him while running to the kitchen just to not give him the chance to throw something else at her. She stopped only when in the safety of the other room, a small giggle escaped her until she caught Dean staring at her with a raised brow. Y/N cleared her throat, trying to stifle a new giggle.

“Do you need help?” she asked, taking a step closer to the counter while nervously fixing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how to make a perfect burger?” He asked while taking out different ingredients from the pantry. Y/N eyed him carefully, she was sure that assembling a burger wasn’t that hard, but she found herself shaking her head, nonetheless. She did that for two reasons. First, she didn’t trust herself when it came to cooking. Second, she didn’t mind listening to Dean showing her things. She once heard him talk about motors and cars for like half an hour, and she was sure that nothing could be worse than that. At least in this case she knew what a burger was, which was a better start.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Y/N was sitting on the floor with her eyes glued to the oven’s glass. She anxiously gnawed at her lip, glancing from time to time at the clock on the wall. She watched the cake slowly rise until it stopped, and everything came crashing down, again. She sighed defeated, knowing full well that was the fourth failed attempt.

“Damn it!” she whispered while fishing her phone from her back pocket and starting to tap a text.

9-1-1: Kitchen!!!

She put her phone away and waited. That was how Dean had found her, sitting on the kitchen floor covered in what he assumed was flour. He stopped at the entrance; arms crossed while leaning against the door frame.

“I thought Sam was your emergency contact.” He whispered with a smirk on his lips. Y/N raised her eyes at the sound of his voice, and for a moment he got worried by the sad look in her eyes. He came closer then, kneeling in front of her.

“Are you okay?”

“No. My summer sucks, my parents are divorcing and I’m not even good at backing a damn cake.” She whispered with tears welling in her eyes. Dean sighed, cupping her face with both his hands and rubbing his thumbs under her eyes.

“I can’t do much for your parents, but I can help you with the cake and, if we still have some time, we can try to fix your summer too. Sounds good?” He asked, helping her stand up. She got up, sniffling a little and trying to get rid of some of the flour on her shirt. Dean smirked, ruffling her hair making some more white powder fall on the floor.

“So, what cake were you trying to bake?” he asked, peeking at the book on the counter. Y/N got closer, pointing to one of the pictures. Dean squinted at the image, reading the recipe, and nodding from time to time. Y/N gnawed at her bottom lip, watching him nod his head one more time before closing the book.

“Alright, let’s bake some pie!” He announced, clapping his hands.

“What about the cake?” She asked confused while taking a step back to let him have enough space to retrieve the ingredients he needed.

“Cakes are overrated, pies on the other hand…” he trailed off while taking some of the flour and putting it in a bowl. Y/N got closer, nudging him a bit without taking her eye away from what he was doing.

“You don’t know how to bake a cake, isn’t it?” She whispered like she was sharing a secret. Dean stopped what he was doing, looking at her for a few seconds before leaning towards her.

“Don’t say a word and I’ll let you pick the filling.” He whispered in a conspirator tone, making her giggle.

“How do you feel about cherry?” She asked, sharing with him a knowing look.

The holiday wasn’t the same anymore since her parents divorced. They used to spend it all together eating, laughing, talking, and having fun. The Winchesters were kind enough to still invite her and her mom to their gatherings. At first, it had felt weird her dad not being there, but then things started to slowly go back to normal or something resembling it.

They used to spend the 4th of July grilling burgers, drinking beer if they were old enough, and waiting for the fireworks. They used to switch houses every year, but lately they just silently agreed to spend the day with the Winchesters, which was why she and her mom were walking toward the backyard of their neighbor. Once there they were welcomed with hugs and waves, Y/N put down the pasta salad her mom had made before glancing around her. Her mom was already deep in conversation with Mary. John was a few feet away checking the meat on the barbecue while talking with Bobby. Sammy was sitting in one of the chairs with his nose in a book. He had always been a nerd, which was why it had been easy being friends with him, but lately with college right around the corner he had less and less time to spend with her. She was saddened by that, but somehow, she understood. If she had to be honest, she envied him because she was still trying to figure out what to do after high school, while Sam had a whole plan.

“Dean, can you take over the barbecue for a while?” John asked, passing him the pincers as soon as he was near him. Dean took it, starting to turn the meat while glancing at the girl in the middle of his garden.

“Hey Y/N, could you come over?” He called out for her, watching her come his way with a smile on her face. Dean glanced at Sam, still deep in his book, shaking his head. He loved his little brother, but he swore sometimes that kid was dumb. What was he thinking, leaving a girl just standing there? Especially a girl like Y/N.

Dean waited for her to get closer before giving her the container with oil and seasonings. As soon as she took it, he made space for her to slip between him and the barbecue.

“I’ll keep turning the meat while you put that on them,” he instructed her, who simply nodded, starting to wet the meat with precision. Dean had to bite his lip to stop from smiling too big.

“Look at you being professional and all.” He said, nudging lightly at her. Y/N looked up, a smile lighting up her whole face.

“I guess I had a good teacher.”

Fall had come sooner than expected and they all had to say bye to Sam, who moved to college, leaving them behind. Y/N and Dean had been both worried to stay behind without the piece keeping them together. The fear started to disappear slowly, leaving space for their traditional Friday dinner where they took hold of Dean’s kitchen and cooked together. They had found their balance until winter came and it was her turn to leave.

“Hope you have some room for dessert.” He said while retrieving their plates and disappearing into the kitchen. Y/N watched him leave, gnawing at her bottom lip trying to find the right words to tell him the news. She was so deep in thought that she didn’t even notice him coming back until a slice of pie was put in front of her.

“You’re thinking too loud.” He teased her. She sighed, cracking a smile before retrieving a letter inside of her jacket and letting it slide on the table towards him. Dean let go of the fork, swallowing some of the pie before taking the letter in his hand and reading it. Y/N watched him carefully, trying to read his expression while her heart seemed ready to escape her chest of how wild it was beating. Dean read the paper till the end a smile lit up his face.

“You got in?” He asked just to make sure he was reading right.

“Yeah.”

“I knew you could do it, come here.” He said, getting up from his seat to hug her. Y/N smiled at his enthusiasm, getting up as well and letting him hug her. She put her arms around his middle, hugging him just as tight, burying her face in his chest.

“You’re not mad, right?” She asked in a whisper. Dean frowned, glancing at her without breaking their hug.

“For what?”

“Leaving you.”

Dean’s heart skipped a bit at her question, and it took him a moment to find the right words to answer her. He sighed, letting his hands travel to her arms where he stopped, pushing her a bit away from him just enough to look her in the eyes.

“I’ll be mad if you don’t, Y/N. This is one hell of an opportunity, and I don’t want you to waste it just because of me. You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll miss you.” She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Dean swallowed hard, hugging her again but a bit tighter this time. He kissed the crown of her head, closing his eyes and lingering with his lips on her skin more than he should have, but he couldn’t really give a damn at that moment. Not when that could easily be the last time he could hold her between his arms.

God, he already missed her, but he was too afraid to say it out loud.

“Just promise me something–,” he whispered, swallowing hard.

“Anything.” She answered so quickly that made Dean chuckle.

“When you become a great Chef with a restaurant of your own, I want to be your first customer.” He whispered, feeling his eyes starting to sting.

“Deal.”

4 years later.

Dean glanced at the invitation he got by mail a few days prior, currently clutched in his hand. He read the address again, to make sure that he was indeed in the right place. He put the card in the inside pocket of his jacket while walking towards the entrance of the new restaurant his hometown was obsessed with. As soon as he walked through the door a young lady welcomed him.

“Hello, Sir. Follow me, please.” She said, guiding him to the central table in the dining area.

Dean got rid of his jacket, took a seat, and looked around. “Jack will be your server tonight. Enjoy your meal.” She said before retreating to the entrance, leaving Dean alone in the dining area. A few seconds later, a young waiter made his way to him.

“Welcome to our restaurant. My name is Jack. How are you doing this evening, Sir?” He asked, politely smiling.

“Not really sure at the moment…” Dean answered, glancing one more time at the empty room.

“Well, I hope the menu the Chef has prepared for tonight can make up your mind. In the meantime, can I get you something to drink?”

“Red wine, thank you.”

The rest of the night went by with Jack coming to the table now and then to serve him a new course, refill his glass, or ask him how it was going. Dean tried to ask his waiter why he was the only one there, but Jack was good enough to avoid his question. Then the food had arrived, and Dean had completely forgotten everything else, so busy tasting every plate and, damn if they weren’t good. It was probably the best food he had ever eaten in his whole life.

He was sipping some of his wine when Jack came back.

“How was everything?” The waiter asked, taking Dean’s empty plate.

“Delicious.”

“The Chef would be pleased to know. Can I interest you in our special dessert?”

“Why not?”

Dean watched him leave, retreating towards what he assumed was the kitchen, remaining alone again. He took another sip of wine when someone surprised him from behind by placing a plate with a slice of pie on it.

“Pie!” He exclaimed, surprised and quite pleased to see his favorite food in the whole world in front of him.

“Someone once told me that cakes are overrated, pie, on the other hand…” the Chef whispered, making herself known. Dean looked up, swallowing hard at the sight of the woman in front of him, forgetting about the pie.

“Y/N?”

“Hey, Dean.” She smiled, taking a seat in front of him.

“Is this–,” he trailed off, pointing with his fingers at the room they were in.

“Yes.”

“And am I–”

“Yes, Dean. you’re my very first customer.”

Dean nodded with a smile, lowering his gaze to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

“You remembered, uhm?” He whispered, looking up again and catching her looking at him with a soft smile.

“Like I could ever forget. So, are you gonna try the pie or not?” She asked, nervously.

Dean took his fork, not letting her repeat the invitation twice. He took a big piece of pie, taking it to his mouth under her curious gaze. As soon as all the flavors hit him, he couldn’t stop the moaning that escaped him, making her giggle.

“I get that it is good?” She asked, smiling.

“Fucking awesome.”

“So, what do you think of the menu? Can I use it for the opening?”

Dean looked up at her, swallowing the last bite of pie and cleaning his mouth from the few crumbles.

“The food was amazing, but you already know that you don’t need me to tell you my approval.” He told her, scraping some remnants of the pie from the plate.

“You know, I have some more pie in the kitchen if you want.” She smirked, getting up without waiting for his response. Y/N smiled when she heard the chair getting moved, four years and he hadn’t changed a bit. Dean followed her into the kitchen admiring the spacious room full of all the cool tools. Y/N watched him looking around himself until his eyes found hers. She smiled, handing him a fork before they both started to eat the remaining pie. They eat in silence like that for a few minutes, glancing at each other.

“Do you remember the first time we baked a pie together?” She asked, licking at her fork.

“I remember you wanted to bake a cake…”

“…and failing miserably.” She finished for him, making both of them laugh.

“Yeah, but look how far you’ve come, with a restaurant of your own.” He said, a hint of pride in his voice. Y/N looked at him, letting go of her fork and getting closer to him.

“You’re wrong, you know? I still need your opinion… I still need you, Dean.”

“You never really did; I was the one to need you.” He whispered, moving a strand of his hair behind her ear. They both shifted closer to each other, their eyes never leaving the other.

“We needed each other,” she whispered, tilting her head, and slowly grazing his lips with hers. Dean cupped her cheek, bringing her closer, and let their lips finally meet. Y/N smiled against his mouth, disclosing her lips to grant him access. Their tongues meet halfway, caressing each other. Dean sighed into the kiss, feeling his heart going miles a minute. He had dreamt so many times of kissing her, but nothing came closer to that moment.

They reluctantly let go of each other, letting their foreheads touch while their breaths mingled together.

“I’m here to stay, you know?”

“Yeah, I figured that out since the restaurant and everything else.” He chuckled. Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes at herself for turning into a teenager all over again whenever he was around her.

“And I know that you already have a job you like and I’m probably too late anyway, but–”

“Yes.” He interrupted her, making her look up at him with a smile on her lips that seemed so kissable that Dean was kinda having a hard time concentrating.

“You don’t even know what I was asking you.”

“Doesn’t matter, the answer is still yes.” He whispered, ducking his head, and catching her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back, smiling against his lips until she put her hands on his chest to lightly push him away.

“Dean–”

“Alright, alright, ask away.”

“Would you like to come work here at the restaurant with me?”

“Yes. I would love to work with you at the rest– wait, what’s the name of the restaurant anyway?” He asked, frowning. Y/N smiled one of her beautiful smiles, mischief in her eyes, while she got closer to him like she used to do when she wanted to share a secret.

“Cherry pie.”