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smileyoongle · 5 years ago

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Deception (A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU)

Summary: A damsel in distress and a lonely mafia leader. Different but not too different. The two worlds collide on a rainy night when Kim Namjoon, a renowned Mafia leader is called for an emergency and Y/N Y/L/N is on the run from her abusive father. Feelings stir and he rescues her. But one of them is a liar. And the other's life is on the line. It's only a matter of time until all secrets are out in the open.

Will love be born? Or will death conquer?

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Pairing: Namjoon×Reader (Appearances by the whole of BTS)

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The past creates the monsters we feed today, which become the demons we fear tomorrow.

-Vexicus

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Namjoon could tell that the day wasn't in his favour at all. Since the previous night, he had to endure a countless number of surprises. The revelation that Hana was actually on the run from a gang who called themselves 'The Black Serpents', was one of them. Namjoon remembered that gang very well. This gang was the one he was busy killing on the night of Hana's disappearance.

They had taken her.

They had tortured her for 4 years until she escaped.

Namjoon gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, a heavy silence falling over the living room of the gang's house. Everyone was shocked and guilty. If only they had dug deeper into that gang's whereabouts.

Suddenly, Namjoon stood up and looked at Hana, who was sitting on the couch and trying her best to not cry.

"Find them. I want each and every one of them alive."

Yoongi simply stared at Namjoon, not really believing Hana's story.

"Didn't we actually kill the entire gang that night?" Hoseok asked, frowning in confusion as everyone nodded in agreement. Except Namjoon and Jungkook.

"No one ever dies in our world. You think you killed someone until they come back alive the next day." Jungkook replied, staring intently at the sun which was beginning to set.

It had been hours since they came to the gang house with Namjoon. Hours since Hana began to narrate her story, which according to Jungkook, sounded pretty accurate.

Everyone's mind was a mess. They didn't know what to believe and what not to believe. Everything sounded so right yet so wrong.

"I'm sorry for everything you had to go through." Hana mumbled, making everyone's head turn to her. Her cheeks were red and stained with tears. Her lips were quivering as she tried to sound normal. But she was far from that at the moment.

Namjoon kneeled down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees, looking into her eyes as she wiped away her tears.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. This wasn't your fault, okay? You're here now and I'm not gonna let anyone touch you." He promised, smiling softly at her. Those words seemed to pierce through her heart as she threw her arms around Namjoon. He caressed her hair and mumbled calming things to her.

Moments like these made the members question their leader's choice. To them, Namjoon seemed so normal at times and it looked like he was born in the wrong family. He didn't belong to the darkness. Not at all.

"I'm glad you're back." Namjoon stated, rubbing Hana's back in soothing circles. She meekly nodded, giving him a broken smile as she pulled away.

Nobody saw it. Nobody but Yoongi. The glint in Hana's eyes was almost negligible but it was there. Yoongi could see through her lies and he was determined to find out what she was hiding. Without a word, he left the house and made mental notes on where to begin.

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"You can start tomorrow. Be here at 7." You nodded at the middle aged man as he handed you your uniform. He was too busy calculating the profits to even acknowledge your 'thank you'. You shook your head and headed out of the dark building, glancing over your shoulder while your mind screamed at you to go back and return the uniform.

It's supposed to be a new start. Why would you wanna throw yourself back into the kind of life you lived before?!

You bit your lip and walked faster, willing the provoking thoughts to leave you alone. What could you do anyway? You needed the money so that you could get out of Namjoon's hair. Because no matter how much he insisted, this wasn't right. You couldn't be a burden to anyone anymore. You wanted to be independent. You wanted to be someone who people looked up to.

Running towards the bus, you got inside just as the doors closed. You handed some change to the ticket collector and proceeded to sit at the last row. The bus was quiet and warm, the low purring of the engine lulling you to sleep.

"You better behave, young lady. That man has paid a fortune for you. If I hear any complaints, you won't like what I'll do to you."

You didn't respond, your fingers busy tugging at the small dress that you had to wear. It wasn't a dress actually. It was more of a lingerie set. Because that's what you were to your father. More of a slut than a daughter.

The door opened and your head jolted up, eyeing the man who stepped in, the smell of his expensive perfume invading your senses. He seemed to be in a good mood but as soon as he saw you, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"H-how old are you?" He asked, his eyes raking over your body. You glanced at the floor and bit your lip, knowing that he was probably gonna leave you alone.

"15…" you mumbled, your eyes filling with tears as your heart sank for the nth time on reminding yourself about your life. The man chuckled bitterly.

"That bastard….he was gonna let me do this…. fucking animal." He murmured a string of curses and within a second, he was out the door.

You sighed in relief and hesitantly pulled the blanket on the huge bed up to your neck, covering your exposed body as you cowered further into the headboard. You could hear shouts and curses along with a number of thuds and yelps from outside. And just like that, everything fell silent. You gulped and stared at the closed door, waiting for him to come and pounce on you. After what felt like centuries, the door finally opened to reveal your father standing in front of you with a busted lip and a bruised eye, a long tail of leather trailing after him as you realized that it was a whip. Immediately, you started shaking and crying.

"I didn't do anything ...please don't hurt me…." You begged, clasping your hands in front of you as he moved closer to you. His face was blank and his eyes were cold. This wasn't your father. No. This was a money-hungry man. "Useless is what you are. I should have killed you when your mother died. You deserve this. You deserve this and every single kind of pain that exists in the world…." He mumbled, gripping the whip harshly before letting out a growl of frustration. You screamed as he threw the leather towards you, the harsh material making contact with your skin and leaving a bloody trail behind….

With a sudden jolt, you woke up. Loud gasps left your mouth as sweat beaded on your forehead.

Just a dream. Just a dream.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked out the window, your vision hazy as a tear slipped down your cheek. It was your stop.

You staggered down the last row, making your way to the exit as people stared at you. Everyone looked so angry with you. Like you had committed a crime.

Like you were useless.

Gasps continued to leave your lips as your lungs burned. You managed to get off at your stop, the cold night air making you hiss. Your vision was still blurry, you couldn't make out your surroundings very well. The image of your father kept dancing in your mind. His words playing again and again like a broken record player. You started running as soon as you realized what was wrong with you. You were having a panic attack and Namjoon's house was still pretty far from the bus stop. You couldn't pass out in the middle, it was a long and quiet road. No one would know what happened to you.

Your legs started giving out as you rushed, wincing as you struggled to breathe. Your breathing was heavy and erratic.

No. He isn't here anymore. He can't hurt you.

Your heart yelled at you but the words didn't fit well with you. You could feel bile rising in your throat as you squinted to see Namjoon's house in the distance.

Just a little more.

White spots started covering your vision. You couldn't stand anymore and you felt like you were drowning. A faint noise buzzed in your ear and you turned around to see blinding lights directed towards you. It was a car. You slowly brought your hand up and covered your eyes as an overwhelming pain covered your head. You let out a small whimper before falling to the gravel road, your eyes closing and pulling you to the darkness.

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Namjoon paced around in the living room of his house, worry and concern eating him up inside and out. According to Walter, he had come home right after you left for your job hunting. If only he could have come a couple minutes earlier.

Since you didn't have a phone with you, there was no way to get in touch with you. You didn't tell him what kind of jobs you were considering either so he didn't know where to find you. He glanced at the clock, gritting his teeth on seeing the time.

9:30 PM

"Where are you, Y/N?" He mumbled to himself, shaking his head and sitting down on the couch. He was already guilty when he had come to the realisation that he had left you alone without any explanation. He didn't want to do that. He was just caught off guard by Hana's appearance.

Namjoon winced on thinking about what you must have thought when you saw Hana hugging him.

No, Y/N. She's only my best friend.

He felt the need to explain to you. He wasn't in love with you or anything but he wanted to tell you that he isn't playing around. He genuinely and desperately wants to know you.

The ringing of the housebell brought him back to his current situation. Thinking it was you, he rushed to the door and pulled it open.

"Thank God you're ho-Yoongi?"

Namjoon gaped, his eyes trailing down to the body in Yoongi's hands.

You.

"Y/N?!" Namjoon exclaimed as he took you from Yoongi's hands and rushed inside to place you on the couch. You weren't completely unconscious as your incoherent mumbles could still be heard. Namjoon tapped your cheek, trying to get you to open your eyes. He leaned his ear towards your lips, wanting to hear your voice.

"He's never gonna leave me alone…."

Namjoon frowned and brushed your hair away from your face before lifting you up again, your small form fitting perfectly in his arms.

"Walter, get some water. Also, call the doctor. Now!" Namjoon ordered, carrying you up the stairs and into your bedroom. He gently placed you on the bed and covered you with a blanket, rubbing your hands which were freezing in order to keep them warm.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I should've come back sooner."

Meanwhile, Yoongi stood completely shocked. He didn't know who you were when he saw you fainting right in front of his car. Namjoon's house was the closest so he thought he should just take you there. Oh, what a surprise….

Yoongi trudged up the stairs and followed Namjoon's voice into a bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

"She fainted in the middle of the road. She seemed to be struggling to breath. If you must know." Yoongi stated, catching Namjoon's attention who was too busy trying to wake you up.

Namjoon's heart sank after hearing those words. He couldn't know what happened to you unless you woke up and told him but he assumed it was some sort of panic attack. He glanced at Yoongi, not wanting to deal with him at the moment. He knew that he was gonna have to answer Yoongi's questions but he wasn't ready. Cause he didn't have any answers himself.

Yoongi stared at the younger male, enjoying the worrisome look on his face. He guessed that you were the reason behind Namjoon's distracted behaviour these past days. Whatever it was, he was gonna find out sooner or later. For the moment, he just had a name to hold himself back from bombarding Namjoon.

Y/N...

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fangirlbase · 7 years ago

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Imagine - DEAN WINCHESTER

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: pregnancy, Dean being an idiot

South Dakota

Heavy rain fell on that cold Saturday night, filled with lightning and thunder. No one in their right mind would have the guts to leave the house, or at least that's what Jody Mills thought until he heard his housebell ring, followed by ceaseless knocking on the door. She walked to the doorway afraid of the situation, but when she opened it she ran into a girl soaked from head to toe.

“Y/n?! But what...? Come on in! You can not stay out there in this rain!”

Your state was chaotic, completely wet and emotionally shattered. In the rain, Jody did not realize how much your face was stained by the thick tears streaming from your eyes, as well as all your gnawed nails. Your hair looked more like a bird's nest and her eyes like a baby panda's.

A baby.

"What are you doing here at this time, Y/n? Dean knows he's here?” Jody tried to put the best possible on the sofa, avoiding possible pneumonia.

It was no secret to anyone about your relationship with Dean Winchester. They did not date, but it was more than just casual sex. You loved each other, but both were afraid to make the whole commitment and put the safety of one of the two on the line. It was even gentle, after all.

"He's the reason he came here, Jody. " You did not express much reaction, completely exhausted physically and emotionally.

"What happened, Y/n?"

“I'm .... We're done.” Your eyes filled with water again, completely lost in thought.

"So you traveled five hours in the rain here?" Jody knew you well enough to know there was something else in that story.

"No, it's just ..." You saw Jody's phone light come on, indicating Dean was calling the woman. "Please, Jody! Do not answer, do not say I'm here!” Your situation seemed even more pitiful, prompting Jody to lie shamelessly.

“Hello?”

"Jody, did you see Y/n? Did she call you? Are you there?” He looked desperate.

"No, Dean. Did something happen?” She replied, staring at you.

“I ... I was an idiot.”

"I'll call you if you hear from her, Dean.” Jody hung up, turning her full attention to you, sitting down in front of you. "What happened, Y/ n?"

"Dean dismissed me when he heard I was pregnant." You tried so hard to hold back the tears, with only a faint sigh.

“He did what ?!”

You take a deep breath trying to maintain all the emotional control as you shrink even more in the blanket the sheriff had given you, figuring out how to count all that situation.

"It was this morning when we were at the Bunker. I found out last week and could not keep this for myself. I thought he would be happy, a little scared, but he reacted quite differently from that.”

"You had thought of everything. You'd expected him to have coffee and be humorous enough not to close his face and lock himself in the bedroom. He had already kissed you and made a joke or two when you hugged him tightly and whispered the words that had been rolling his mind for the past week.

“What? I did not understand a single word.” He pulled you away enough to face you with a sweet smile on his face.

You took a deep breath before facing those green orbs that have always given you confidence.

"I said, Dean, that I'm pregnant.

You saw before her eyes the expression of the blond - which before was soft and amused - harden to the point of letting go of him abruptly. He ran his hands through his hair frantically. He even had a vein jutting at his neck, consequently extending to his forehead. His eyes held no more confidence, only confusion with a mixture of anger and frustration.

"Dean, is everything okay?" The fear in your voice was remarkable.

"Of course you're not, Y/n! How can you let such a thing happen ?!”

“How is it? If I remember correctly, I did not do it myself!”

“But you take contraception!”

"Dean, I did not plan this! You do not have to react that way!”

"Oh, is not it?” He already had an expression of pure anger, distilling all his frustration at you. "You know the world we live in is too dangerous, we are always being pursued by monsters and demons. We can not even take the drug of our relationship without running the risk of putting something together! - He shouted - A son would only make matters worse as they are, Y/n. It would be the end of the few moments of tranquility that we have. I swore to myself that I would never put a child to suffer in this world, which neither my parents did. The tone of his voice was sharp, teasing your first tears.

"What do you mean, Dean?" Your voice even trembled, fearing the answer.

"Do not give more, Y/n.” His tone was somber.

Dean quickly disappeared from the kitchen, completely upset, leaving you planted absorbing all his words. A few minutes later you heard the door of the bunker hit hard, signaling he was leaving. Just then you allowed yourself to cry, facing Sam staring at you. You did not allow yourself to feel sorry for him, running off to the guest room to isolate yourself for a few hours.

But that alone was not enough. You had to leave. Dean had clearly said that he would not take over the child, let alone continue with you. There was no reason to stay in that bunker for another minute, maybe in that town. You knew that at one time or another he would become aware of his actions and go back, but he would not be happy, and much less would he lower his pride to deign to such a life, not really. You would disappear from the map of the United States so that he would never hear from you or the baby again.

You quickly and without Sam realizing went to your house that was not too far from the boys house, gathering enough to until they forgot to watch over your house. He'd gotten a bus to South Dakota quickly, leaving for Jody's house. "

“But he's looking for you, Y/n ....”

"Jody, I'm proud enough not to deign to that. He said he did not want this son and he did not want anything else with me, I just can not forget it and come back with open arms. Please let me stay until I get another place to stay.”

"But you do not have a house?"

"That's about ten miles from his house, Jody. He said he would never put a child in this world, so that's what he's going to get. I will disappear and he will never hear from me again.”

"You know he's not going to give up that easy, is he?"

"I know, and that is why I ask for your help.”

Though she did not agree with the situation completely, Jody Mills sympathized with his situation, giving him the roof for as long as he needed.

Dean had gone too far this time.

***

"HOW DID NOT YOU SEE HER OUT, SAM?" Dean was furious with your departure. He had returned a couple of hours later realizing the size of the bullshit he had said to you. He said that it would be very difficult to get your forgiveness, but not that you had disappeared. He had practically broken into your house screaming, but nothing of an answer. He had called all the hunters he knew in search of you, but nothing. Even Jody did not know of her whereabouts.

"No, Dean, how did you talk about them? Do not you think she was not feeling bad enough without you putting all our reality in her face?”

"She can not disappear, Sammy. I need her.”

"It was not what it looked like six hours ago when you walked out that door."

***

It had been two weeks since Dean had received the most shocking news of his life, and it only went from bad to worse. His aggressiveness had increased considerably, putting all his strength in searching for you where possible. He drank a little more often, becoming the drunken whiner. His nights were based on flooding his pillow with tears and reliving every second of that barbarity. He did not know what hurt the most: not knowing where you were or knowing that you had a child and that you would not know. He felt frustrated with himself, as if he had failed as a man. Dean was finished and this worried Sam too much, who feared the attitudes his brother might take in a moment of even greater anger.

At one point the blonde gave in to temptation and prayed for Castiel, crying out for help. He had avoided it to the utmost because he knew he would be reproached for his words-as if he himself was not bitterly sorry.

“Castiel, I know you're listening .... Please, I need your help. I know I've done a lot of bullshit in this life, but this time ... " A tear ran down his face, already completely exhausted. “ I need to find Y/n ..... Without her I am nothing.”

Castiel listened to the prayer silently, being smart enough to look for you before he showed himself to Dean. You had calmed down enough since the fight, but still you were hurt. And who would not, would not it? Jody and Claire did all the company you needed, doing their best to make you forget about Dean.

When women unite for a cause, there is nothing that makes them do otherwise.

This was one of the reasons Castiel did not interfere. He knew that if even the daughter of his shell had gotten involved, it would not be good. You had an empty cup in your hands when you noticed Castiel standing in the corner of the kitchen, letting it fall as he gasped in surprise.

"C-castiel ...." You were tense. "What are you doing here?

“Dean asked me to find you, Y/n .... He's devastated.”

"You can not do this, Cas. He who broke up with me. Please do not say you found me.”

“Y/n ....”

"I beg you, Castiel! He does not have that right! He said he would never have a child in his life and he will not. You just have to say you did not find me.”

"He broke up with you for this?"

“Yes.”

Castiel had no control over the horrified expression on his face, agreeing vehemently to never say a word to Dean, which left the blonde totally hopeless, since the answer to his prayer never arrived.

***

"Y/n, I'll have to call them." Jody would explain calmly to you about the situation you were in. "I need their help with these werewolves."

"They're not going to sleep here, are they?"

“Probably not.”

"Then I can hide in the room until they leave."

You already had a five-month-old belly, and even then it was not all that pain. Whenever he went to the doctor and saw his baby, he felt a pang in the heart for not being Dean by your side, but Jody. She acted more like a mother to you, making everyone think she really was.

It was night when you heard the noise of the Impala's door knock on the outside, promptly running to his room and locking himself in, trying hard not to hear the sound of the voices from below.

The little you could hear was a good-humored, relaxed voice. Had he forgotten you so quickly that he'd been talking to friends?

"Dean, you do not look well." Claire was slightly frightened by her exhausted look on the man's face.

"It's because I'm not.

"I'm sorry for Dean's behavior, girls.” Sam apologized quickly.

As they drove away to the motel, Jody stopped him at the door, confirming his suspicions.

"I have not found you yet, Jody. Looks like she's gone on purpose and this is breaking up with me!”

"But what happened to her disappear ...?"

"I ... Damn, I told her what I should not and it hurt you. Shit, Jody, I'm going to be a father and not even without where she and my son are!”

"What did you do for that, Dean Winchester?"

"I was frightened of it and I took it for granted, said that I would never have a child and that we would not give up our relationship any more.”

"I can not believe you. How can you ?!”

“I do not know.” He had begun to cry silently. " I've taken all my frustration out on the monsters, but that's still not enough. Castiel does not answer my prayers for her and I can not do anything. I need her, Jody.”

"You should not have said those things, Dean. I'm sorry, even knowing you the longer I as a woman can only give reason to her.”

"Are you sure she did not come by?"

“Abolute, Dean.”

***

With each passing day the pain subsided a little more, causing Dean to believe that he would not really see you anymore. His patience and hope were enormous, but he did not know where to draw more strength to keep looking for you. With much effort from Sam, Dean accepted each day a little more his departure, getting even occasionally to have a few laughs. He had narrowly gone into depression, having as a therapy to shatter every demon that came his way and dare to tell lies about you.

After the day you heard him laughing in Jody's room you accepted that he had moved on, that all statements of love had been false since theoretically who forgets the love of his life and his son in five months? Did it hurt once in a while? Of course, but you tried to forget the most. The day your son was born, Jody and Claire were at the hospital with you keeping you company, not the Winchesters. Although they were not around, he knew that Castiel was always watching you, taking care of your safety. It was not a guardian angel, but it was what you had.

Even so, Castiel can not protect you from that Tuesday night, two weeks after Bobby's birth, when his worst nightmare knocked on his door.

You were with Claire in the kitchen, helping the younger woman prepare dinner while Bobby dozed off at his Moses when you heard a rumble from the engine of a well-known car, followed by doors slamming. Claire glanced at the kitchen door, finding Jody white with paper, clearly showing she did not know about the visitor, directing her to go upstairs to her room. You practically ran upstairs with your son, slamming the door in despair.

"Why does he only come at the worst time?"

They were passing through town and they took advantage of it to check on Claire, since it was not too long ago that the girl had almost turned into a werewolf by an oversight in her hunt. At first they surprised the nervous expressions of their women, perhaps even a little paler than normal.

“What do you think about going out, boys?” Claire tried to get them out of the house at all costs as quickly as possible.

"On a Tuesday, Claire?" Sam obviously complained.

"If the girl wants to go out with us, there's no denying it, Sammy! I bet Jimmy would want Claire to drink safely.” Dean tried his best to amuse himself.

I just did not realize that the moment it did not hurt so much, he heard a loud cry coming from upstairs. Dean turned pale, sporting a confused look, quickly making a mental note and realizing that his son was already to be born. Frightened, he looked at Sam before running up the stairs almost cheering to be a connected television.

-DEAN, YOU CAN NOT! Jody screamed, and before she could reach the blond, she felt her strong arms holding hers, preventing her from leaving.

-Jody, stop! He needs to at least talk ...

Jody wept softly for taking pity on the situation. No woman should be in such a stressful situation.

As Dean approached the top of the stairs, the weeping became stronger as a guide to his location. After finding the right door, he had to take two deep breaths before opening it and entering, fearing what he would find.

You had carelessly knocked on the door, eventually waking Bobby that not satisfied, made the biggest scandal showing how dissatisfied he was with the situation. You were nervous, could not think straight and just wanted your child to be quiet. You did not want to draw attention to you.

"Please, Bobby, he can not hear us ..." You would cry with tears in your eyes, swinging the baby in your arms in an attempt to make you sleep.

"Who can not hear you, Y/n?"

Dean was standing by the door, holding his breath and analyzing you. You had not changed much and certainly made your heart miss a beat or two. His tone was serious, making you fear for your own safety. His natural reaction had been to squeeze Bobby further into your body, trying to hide it.

"Y/n ..." Dean was almost glued to his back now staring at the baby with awe in his eyes.

"Bobby, please ..." despite trying to ignore him, there was no point.

In a natural act, Dean stretched his arms to the baby in his lap and although you had tried to stop at first, gave it to the man and handed it over. He did not suppress a sigh and tear as he realized that little Bobby had shut up the instant he went to his father's arms.

"Can I say he knows who I am?" Dean tried to contain the emotion in his voice.

You could not say anything, cursing the day Claire had hunted a werewolf.

"Because you ran away that day, Y/n?" He looked deep into your eyes.

"Why are you holding my son, Dean?" - You said giving up the reason

"So far as I know, he's mine, too, and he seems to know that too."

"If you do not remember, you were very clear when you said you would never have a child and that things would not work.”

"And you do not know how much I regret saying that." Dean realized that the baby had already fallen into unconsciousness again, placing it carefully in the crib before beginning the conversation.

"I've been up for weeks looking for you. I called all possible places and you were not anywhere. I kept watch in your house, but you did not appear either, nor did Castiel answer me if you were at least ok. I even thought you was dead, Y/n!”

"It was not for you to have found me ..."

"Please, Y/n, listen to me! I know I do not deserve your forgiveness, but I can not live without you. Without you both.” He looked with tears in his eyes. "I thought I'd lost you forever, woman!" Before you could refuse you were already with her face hidden in your chest, crying next to him.

"I hate you, Dean.”

"And I love you too much to let you walk away like this. Please, Y/n ....”

"It's not going to be that way you're going to get Dean." I can not.

“I'm waiting for the time it takes, Y/n. Just, please, let's get back home soon?”

“Mine or yours? "You were suspicious.

“Our. I've spent too much time away from you two. I know you need time and we have a room left over at the bunker. You two will stay there with us.”

“Dean ...”

“I need to fix my mistake, Y/n.” He was close enough to steal a light kiss, squeezing you all against him. "I love you and I will not let you escape with our baby again."

It took about a year for Dean to regain his confidence and come back to you, which he did not spare the strength to achieve. If before he had failed as a man by losing you, now he felt like a family head just for keeping you safe in the Bunker.

"You agree to move to my room?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

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