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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.10) 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dean has escaped the dungeon of the bunker in an attempt to stop the treatments Sam was giving him and he was thirsty for revenge. Sam’s blood, your blood, he was ready to see pools of it for everything the two of you had done. Will you and Sam manage to get him back to the dungeon before he takes your lives?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: being chased by demon dean, lives on the line. Last part! I think that’s it… Opened doors for a sequel?

Then…

“There’s no point in trying to bring your brother back, Sammy and I keep trying to tell you that.” He said as he watched Sam walk back to that table with those damned needles he was hating more and more by the second.

Dean tensed up again and he could feel himself losing his strength. His vision was beginning to go blurry but as he lifted his head, he caught a glimpse of you before the door was shut.

This wasn’t over. And Dean would make sure of that.

Now…

You were with Sam since he was giving Dean a little bit of a break from the constant blood injections. You could tell how worried he was for Dean and whether he would survive or not.

“Sam, any treatment like this is going to have a bad process. But you know how strong Dean is and you have to know deep down that he will push through this. He’ll make it.” You said, the younger brother nodded a little before he looked at you.

“Can I ask you something?” You heard Sam asked, which you nodded back, “Why did you want to be here while Dean goes through this?”

You looked down at your hands. “The reasons are selfish really… I’ve never seen a demon be cured before. And since Crowley is still obviously a demon, I wanted to know if something like this would actually work. Especially since this time you won’t be stopped until Dean is fully human.”

“Purely selfish, huh?” He asked with a little smirk on his face. You narrowed your brows, wondering what he meant by it.

“Yeah?”

“So nothing happened between you and Dean?” You sighed a little.

“Maybe there were some small moments here and there over the course of being away. But any chance that we had is pretty much shot. Once he’s human, I’ll be out of your hair and things will go on as they were before.” Sam had that puppy dog eyes look again, the one where his brows were slightly narrowed and aimed upward.

“You know, we can always try the cure with you too. If that’s something you’re interested in.”

A brow of yours arched slightly. Then you remembered one of the visions you’ve had, the one your mother was in specifically. You remembered the second version of you had become human. But the difference if you became human now, you wouldn’t have a reason to make a deal for Dean.

“Let’s focus on getting you your brother back first, alright? Priorities.”

“Right… of course. Let’s get back in there.” Sam said and he got up.

You nodded and you followed behind him on the way to the dungeon. You took in a deep breath as you walked downstairs. Sam opened the door and when the both of you walked in, your eyes widened.

“He’s gone.”

Sam’s words didn’t make you any more comfortable with the confirmation of what your eyes were seeing. The chair he was sitting in was empty, the rope that bound his wrists were undone.

“When did Castiel say he was going to get here?” You asked as the both of you rushed back upstairs.

“I’m not sure… but we need to split up and find Dean until he does get here.”

You nodded at Sam’s words and you started going a different path. The only problem was, you had only been here once. You didn’t know the layout of the bunker like Sam and Dean did. We’re you a little concerned? Sure. But were you going to die? As long as Dean didn’t have the First Blade, you were fairly confident that the answer would be a no.

It was quiet throughout the bunker, and all you could hear for a moment was your own footsteps. Luckily for you, you’ve had plenty of experience sneaking around as quietly as you could. Dean’s not the only one who’s ambushed people after all. It was sort of exhilarating in a way to be on the flipped side. But you had to stay focused.

You knew Sam was taking the library area since you had seen him going that way. Maybe he was looking sour something that would hold Dean. You snuck around the lobby before you could hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh Sammy! Come on out for a while. Don’t you wanna spend time with your big brother?”

You swallowed hard at the deep grumble of Dean’s voice. You wondered how much he had recovered, how much stronger he was. Then the idea hit you… was he now a half demon? Would he now be weakened by something other than the First Blade now?

You pulled out your knife and looked down at it, seeing the metal shine with the light and you wondered if you or Sam would have to weaken him significantly. You knew Sam wouldn’t want to do it and you honestly didn’t know if he would have the strength to do it. So maybe you would have to end up finding Dean before he finds Sam.

You caught a glimpse of Dean walking out of the kitchen going somewhere else holding a hammer and your eyes widened. The first thing that came into your mind was him bashing Sam’s head to the point where his brains were on the walls.

All you could do at the moment was hope that Sam would be careful.

You waited a few moments before you decided to follow Dean. He ended up going to where all of the bedrooms were again and this part, to you, felt like some kind of maze. The sound of a door being kicked in echoed through the halls and you hid around a corner.

The lights wen’t out before an alarm sounded. Red emergency lights started shining down the halls and within the rest of the bunker.

“Way to make things more ominous…” You barely even whispered, but the sarcasm was still there.

You heard Dean rambling about something relating to him not wanting to leave, not without killing Sam first. You didn’t hear it all since he was walking away so you turned around to start walking a different way to see if you could cut the half-demon off somewhere.

You tried to think of where the demon would go next. If he’s going after Sam, where would Sam go next?

You gradually made your way back to the library and then there was the sound of Dean’s voice again, but this time he wasn’t speaking to Sam.

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to work with my brother against me, Y/N! To think, we could have had something special and shared the First Blade together. But you! No, you had to go and give the blade to Crowley! Good goin, Sweetheart.”

You bit down on your tongue to keep from speaking, you made your way through the library’s shelves to keep hidden.

There, you saw Dean walking through completely out in the opened, unconcerned of whether or not someone could come out and fight him. You didn’t know if he’d grown conceded or simply convinced in his abilities.

“You know, my brother’s smart. But he sure does have his stupid moments. I can’t believe he thought that demon cuffs could hold me with human blood injected in me. The cuffs don’t work on humans, and neither do devil’s traps.” Which of course gave you a good idea of how he escaped and walked himself right out of that dungeon.

You stepped out from behind the shelves and Dean froze. You could see in the silhouette from the red lights that he was slowly turning to you. When you saw his eyes, you saw the smirk he had when he was about to thoroughly enjoy killing someone or something.

“Well, not the one I wanted to kill first. But you’ll do.” He said, and you clenched your jaw.

“I’d like to see you try to kill me.” You said.

He strode over to you before lifting his arm and he used the hammer to point at you, “You’re a sorry excuse for a demon, do you know that?” He asked.

“Oh please, what are you on about now?” You questioned and stepped towards him, your own blade firmly in your grasp.

“You think you’re so good at what you do. But ever since you stepped into Sammy and my little world, you’ve become more useless than even Crowley.” He said then he took a swing at you, you were able to dodge the hammer in his hand and you held his wrist before holding your knife to his neck.

“There’s nothing wrong with being interested and learning a few things once in a while. It doesn’t make me any less of a demon.” You said, but Dean shifted his wrist in your hand before he managed to pin you, chest first, against one of the bookshelves.

“No, but being interested makes you weak. Maybe being around Crowley and I made you weak too, or were you always just this bad and that’s the real reason why you went into hiding all those years? Gosh, I bet Abaddon turning in her grave at how much you’ve fallen.” He said.

You were so tempted to use your abilities and melt his insides from within just to prove him wrong, but you knew that Sam needed Dean.

So instead, you used your strength since you were more of a demon physically than Dean was at the moment, and you pushed yourself back and turned before you managed to slash Dean in the arm. You heard him hiss with pain and he looked down at his wound.

You could tell he could now feel pain, but his wounds were still able to heal themselves. To you, maybe this was a sign that Sam’s treatments were working.

“I’m not going to let you kill your brother, Dean. He’s all you’ve got. You’ve gone to far with this demon bullshit ad you aren’t cut out for that kind of life.” You promised and he lifted his gaze from his arm up to you and his brows were narrowed, gaze dark yet his eyes weren’t black yet.

“You’re not gonna let me, huh? Well I guess it is good I ran into you first. Get’s me my fill of some kind of revenge for what you did.” He said and he swung the hammer at you again. You used your arm to block it and you failed to realize before how Dean was pretty strong even for just a half demon.

“And the whole, not being cut out for this bullshit? I’m more than qualified for this. I know damn well that this? This is what I’m meant to be. But you? I’m glad that you left after all. You’re nothing but a worthless, lowlife demon that can’t fit into her old man, or even her old woman’s shoes. It’s better for me that you walked out on what we had.” He promised.

“You brought that on yourself Dean and you know it. You got yourself caught by Sam because of your own actions.” You said and when you raised one hand to make your next move, Dean used his own and you felt his hands around your neck before he pinned you against the wall nearby.

You were having the biggest deja vu moment, and you knew now Dean was fully intending on killing you or at least leaving you close to dead until your body could heal itself. His grip around your neck was tight and the eye contact between the two of you made your heart race at what he planned to do next.

“I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to bring you along from Cincinnati. To even let myself have some kind of soft sot for you. Maybe Cain had the right idea of being alone and not have anyone to hold him back. No one to keep him from his goals or true killing potential.” You heard Dean say as you tried to use one of your hands to release his grip.

“Oh Sweetheart, prying my fingers won’t help you in this case. Honestly, you just have to accept the fact that it’s just too late. I’ll find Crowley, I’ll get the First Blade back, and then I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And believe me, Doll… it will be the most fun I’ve had throughout this entire ordeal.” He promised. Then he raised the hammer and knocked you out with it.

Then all you could see in that moment was black.

Dean let go of your neck and watched you fall to the ground. He stared at you for a moment and thought about the promise he just made. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that blade again and kill you just as brutally as you’ve killed in your past. You would just be getting a taste of your own medicine is all.

He had so many plans. He wouldn’t kill you right away. No that would be far too kind after you betrayed him and he wanted this to be worth it.

For now, he had a new task. He would need to find his brother before you woke up so he could finally kill him without you being in the way. First, he would need to go to the control room. The alarm was getting on his nerves so that had to be taken care of. And surely Sam wasn’t too far from the control room, so it should be killing two birds with one stone.

He took the hammer and he saw your blade beside your unconscious body. He kept the hammer but he bent down and took your blade and put it in his boot where he would typically keep other knives when he was alive. Then he ate his way to the control room.

Once inside the control room, he saw where Sam flipped the switch to lock everyone in. So dean switched it back and hummed to himself.

“That’s much better.” He said.

Then he heard a grunt, followed by the slamming of the door and he smirked.

“Sammy, this isn’t your big move, is it? I half expected more from you since you’re supposed to be some kind of brainiac college boy.” Dean chuckled before he heard his brother speaking through the other side.

“Dean, we were so close. Just let us help you out of this. I know you’re still in there somewhere just please, let me finish the treatments.”

Dean was on the other side of the door, listening and he shook his head and looked down at the hammer. Enough was enough.

With a mighty swing, Dean started hammering the door down as some kind of makeshift axe. Time after time, Dean could tell pieces of wood were coming apart.

“You think you know me so damn well, don’t ya, Sammy. Thinking that I even wanna be cured!” He continued to hammer at the door to break it down and he could begin to see the other side.

The look of terror on his brother’s face was so exciting. It was so worth being trapped in this bunker just to see the look his brother had when he knew he could die.

“Personally, I like the disease.”

“Dean stop! I don’t want to use this blade on you!” Sam continued but Dean honestly didn’t care as he continued to hammer his way out.

“Well ain’t that a bitch. Because you genuinely mean that.” Dean laughed.

“You won’t kill me with that thing. You have a choice and I know that showing mercy is the choice you will inevitably make. But me?” Another swing at the door, “Me, I’m blessed! See I’ve got just enough demon in me that killing you? That’s not even a choice. It’s second nature. And it’s what I want, and it’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Another swing.

“And I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Once Dean broke through the door, Sam was already gone. Dean stepped through the door and didn’t see any sign of his brother. He looked down with frustration, running a hand through his thicker hair. He was so close, and this cat and mouse game was going on for far too long.

He walked into the hall to hunt for his brother again, not knowing how much time he would have before you would wake up again.

“Come on, Sammy. Let’s sit down and talk about this. Maybe grab a couple of beers or somethin.’” He said.

Sam wouldn’t listen to Dean’s lame ass attempts to lure him into a trap. He should know better. Sam had been hunting almost as long as Dean has after all and he was just as skilled.

Sam’s heart was racing though. His mind was telling him that he needed to just kill Dean if he kept this up. But everything in him was holding him back from doing so. That was his only brother, and he didn’t deserve to go out like this. The Dean he knew never would have wanted this sort of ending.

He stayed close to the wall and peeked behind a corner to look and see if Dean was there. He let out a shaky breath and when he turned around, Dean was there swinging his hammer so he ducked down, leaving the hammer stuck in the wall. Sam shot right back up and held the demon blade up to Dean’s neck.

“Well… You’ve got me, Sammy. It’s your move.”

Sam looked at his brother, watching him tighten his jaw with that defiant glare in his eye. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it. There had to be some way this could work.

When he lowered the blade, Sam braced himself to run again when Dean stepped forward but then…

“Enough. I’m not waiting for Castiel.” You said and you held your hand open, eyes glowing red.

Dean’s eyes turned black as he looked at you. When you began to close your hand, Dean could feel his insides starting to overheat. When he opened his mouth, that same demonic sound came out as if the demon side of him was fighting for its life once more.

“Y/N! No don’t do this!” Sam pleaded.

Then Castiel came onto the scene from seemingly out of nowhere and with his stolen grace, he managed to entrap Dean.

“It’s over Dean.” Castiel said, and the demon was unable to fight with you holding him along with Castiel.

You watched as Dean was secured in the chair again and every precaution was taken. Then you heard Sam and the angel talking.

“Even with all that human blood in him, Dean said that he still wanted to be a demon. Je didn’t want to be human at all. Why is that?”

“The only explanation I can think of, only human’s can feel genuine happiness. But they can also feel such profound pain.” The angel replied and you looked at Dean who was unconscious because of the amount of human blood in his system.

“It’s easier…. Emotionally. Demons don’t get attached to anything.” You said and they both looked at you.

“Demon’s never have to feel genuine feelings. When they get betrayed, they blow it off like it’s no big deal. If something good happens to them, it’s only for a second. When a demon typically looks back on their human life, they hate it. They hate remembering the heartbreaks and the pains and sorrows they’ve gone through. They prefer it that way.”

“But you never had that chance, how do you know that?” Sam asked.

“I was raised in Hell, remember? Demons talk about their past lives once in a while and I’d overhear them.” You answered but then you looked at Sam, “May I speak with you for a moment?”

Sam lifted a brow but he looked at the angel, “I’ve got him.” Castiel reassured and Sam escorted you out of the room.

“What did you want to talk about?”

This was it. It was now or never for you. You recalled the vision with your mother saying that you traded in your demonic nature to be human, but you’d be forever tortured after a deal you made on behalf of the older Winchester. But seeing as how this would likely be the end.. You knew you wouldn’t have to make that deal.

Maybe, just maybe that vision wouldn’t have to come true.

“I want you to make me human.”

The words took Sam back, “After all you just witnessed, after Dean almost dying, you want to put yourself through that?”

“Sam, you don’t understand.” You began, “I get that Dean wanted to stay a demon, believe me. I get that human emotions are scary and I can see why Dean didn’t want to go back to it, but ever since you and Sam came into my tattoo parlor in Ohio, I’ve learned so much. I see why you went through all of this trouble to make Dean human again. I can see and understand it all but I can’t feel it. Other demons have had the opportunity to feel and…”

“And you were robbed of that chance.” Sam concluded and you looked up at him before you nodded.

Then the hunter let out a sigh before he nodded, “Okay, I’ll do it. But just keep in mind, this is a dangerous process. I can’t guarantee this will work on someone who’s never been human.”

“Anything is worth a try.”

“Sam!”

Dean could hear a somewhat distant voice call. He slowly tilted his head and he felt like he had this massive migraine. But it also felt like something was finally leaving him.

When Dean raised his head and opened his eyes they were initially black, but they were finally fading away and Dean gasped a little before exhaling. When he shook his head slowly one last time and looked up, he saw Sam and Castiel with concerned looks on their faces as if they were on the defensive. Sam was holding the Holy water and Cass had an angel blade in his grasp.

“You look worried, fellas. What did I miss?” He asked.

Dean watched as Sam opened up a flask of Holy water and Dean flinched when he was splashed in the face with it. There was no reaction other than that. He wasn’t burning, wasn’t in any kind of physical pain.

He was human…

“Welcome back, Dean.” Sam said with a smile, but Dean?

Dean couldn’t feel happy. He suddenly had the weight of everything he had ever done while he was a demon on his shoulders.

Either way, he still felt out of it. But he was still out of it and when he looked beside him, he saw you in a chair beside him.

You too were bound and unconscious. He saw that there were tiny little holes in your arms. He must’ve missed a lot but his heart dropped to is feet at the sight of you and remembering everything the two of you had been through.

He looked up at Sam for a moment, “Can somebody get me out of these? I feel like my ass is fallin’ asleep.”

Sam laughed and Dean smiled slightly, honestly glad that he could hear it again. But he knew things would be different, right? Why wouldn’t they be after he tried to kill Sam. Maybe Sam wouldn’t want him back in the bunker after that day.

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Sam said and Dean watched his brother untie the knots and Dean stood up, feeling is knees pop with old age.

“It’s good to have you back, Man. How do you feel? Can I get you anything?”

Dean could both hear and feel his stomach rumbling, “Well I guess the metabolism’s back. Do we have any burgers or did you stock up on the rabbit food since I’ve been gone?”

“Let me get you some cholesterol.” Sam asked, Dean could tell that he seemed happy. Relieved even.

Sam left the room and Castiel looked at Dean. Then Dean could feel Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, causing the hunter to look down at his friend.

“Things will be okay.” Castiel said. Dean swore that he hated when Castiel could read his mind once in a while.

“I tried to kill him, Cass. How is that okay?”

“Dean, he’s your brother. He’s gone through Hell and back just to look for you. You saw how relieved he was when you came too. You two will be okay.” Castiel promised.

Then Dean turned to look at you. Your hair was falling down from it’s messy bun and it seemed that you had a long day with this whole ordeal too. Not to mention the fact that he tried to kill you as well. But there was something different about you like this. What he sensed with the mark wasn’t something of demonic power. It was something different entirely.

“She’s made the decision to become human.” Castiel revealed and Dean looked at him.

“What?”

“She said something about being robbed of the chance at being human and wanted a taste of what it was like. I have no idea if she has any other intentions.”

“How long as she been out?” Dean asked.

“From what I gather from Sam, she’s handling the pain well, unless she’s about as good as keeping a facade as you. But she’s in a similar condition as how you were in the beginning about having immensely low energy and strength. We won’t know for sure how well treatment will be until it is complete.”

Dean nodded a little and he remembered that you had given the first blade to Crowley. If he was puking his guts out without it while he was human, he wondered how you would be without it especially if you became human after all.

“You should get some rest, Dean.” Castiel mention, causing Dean to shift his attention back to the angel, “The treatment took a lot out of you. You should use this time to allow yourself to heal.”

“But what if Metatron comes ba-“

“Metatron is in good hands. He’s locked away for good and no one will be letting him out. Heaven and Hell seem to be in balance for the time being. It’s quiet out there.” Castiel said and Dean sighed.

“I mean it. Go ahead and go to your room, and enjoy whatever burgers your brothers bring for you. I’ll be keeping in touch.” Castiel said and turned to leave the dungeon.

“Cass?” The angel turned around, “Thanks for stepping in when you did. You were a big help.”

Castiel gave a little nod and he left.

Several hours have gone by and Dean had eaten the burgers and fries that Sam had gotten for him and now the two of them were back at the dungeon again. Dean was keeping a watchful eye on you while he held onto the Holy water.

“Do you think she’ll stay with us if this works and she’s human?” Sam asked his brother. Dean looked down at the mark on his arm, the one thing that started this entire ordeal in the first place.

If she became human, all of the pains she would feel and the urges she would have would become amplified because she wouldn’t be a demon anymore. If anything it would be smart for you to stay. He wanted you to stay but deep down he knew what you would pick.

“I don’t know, Sammy… It could be a fifty fifty shot.” Dean lied.

Sam frowned a little and he watched as his brother got up to stretch his legs. Then he watched dean leave the room, probably to get a drink or something. He was just glad that he finally got Dean back. His main priority was taken care of and it was a win. The one win he and Dean have had in so incredibly long.

Sam looked at you, still unconscious but they were now out of blood. He needed to use a couple of extra needles on you than he did Dean, so maybe that was why you were still out by now and Dean had a shorter recovery time than you did with the treatment.

His eyes widened when he saw you moving your head and you let out a groan.

“Dean! Dean get in here!” Sam shouted, but he wasn’t sure if he was too far to hear him.

The younger brother continued to observe your actions and you started to grip the arms of the chair, he could see that your knuckles were turning white. It was like you were in more pain now more than ever.

“Dean!” Sam called again and that was when the older brother came stumbling in to see what was happening and if it was some sort of emergency.

Dean looked at you and saw your condition. His jaw tightened before he walked over to you. He placed his larger hands on top of your own before he looked down at the mark on your arm that was like this. He moved his hand and touched the mark to try and soothe the new kind of pain you were feeling.

Then he looked at you, your eyes were an angry red as you glared at him. He saw your narrowed brows, but there were tears of blood treating down your face. This was something he hadn’t expected from you.

But he supposed every demon could have a different experience with being cured. He knew for sure though if you weren’t bound you may have killed him.

“Y/N. If you want this to work, then let it go. That training you were brought up with, your tests, these past three months, all of it.” He told you sternly.

He watched you huff and you closed your eyes before looking down. You shook your head and gripped the chair even tighter before you were completely still.

When he looked down at your hands, he saw that your grip had loosened.

“Dean? Is she..” Sam trailed off and when Dean looked up at you, he slowly backed up to use the holy water.

The brothers watched you slowly lift your head and like dean, your eyes were the glowing red for a moment but eventually… your eyes went back to their normal color. It was like the smoke had cleared in your eyes and the brothers looked at each other for a moment.

“Go ahead and try it.” Sam told Dean, who nodded and he splashed the Holy water on you.

No reaction.

You were human…

You sat there looking on the floor, feeling so weak in that moment and a little dizzy from the ordeal. But you old finally feel something.

It was honestly a little overwhelming and you weren’t sure what you were feeling first.

You could feel the joy because this actually worked. You felt happy that you could actually have the chance to be human and see what it was like. But you could feel the regrets of killing and listening to Abaddon for all of those years. You could feel both empathy and sympathy when you started remembering different conversations with your clients. You could feel the heartbreak and the anger from the argument you had with Dean.

But you were so incredibly thrilled with all of these new feelings, even if you weren’t exactly physically able to show it at the moment.

When you looked up, the first set of eyes you met were the green ones of Dean. You recalled all of those moments with Dean. You would watch him kill and the fact that he wanted you there made you feel happy, but watching him with other girls, that was some sort of sickening feeling you heard of as envy.

But the night that you were only supposed to negotiate with Dean on crowley’s behalf, the night when you slept with him for the first and only time… You knew that night he had a soft spot for you, and you knew you had feelings for him. But you were sure now that he was human again, he would regret all of it.

You wouldn’t regret a second of it, but you knew your decision would make you feel that dreaded thing… pain.

“Hey, boys… so this is what it’s like on the flipped side, huh?” You asked as you shifted your gaze from Dean to Sam and the taller brother smiled at you.

“I suppose so. Welcome to the new life, Y/N. It’s got a lot of ups and downs, but I think it’s worth it.” Sam said.

You watched as Sam walked towards you with the knife and he cut the ropes that were holding you down. Once he did, you stood up and you rubbed your wrists since they were sore.

Soreness… that was new, but you could definitely get used to it.

“So, Y/N… Why don’t you stay with us for a while? Get some rest and get used to this new body of yours?” Sam asked.

“Sam…” Dean said in a solemn tone.

“Oh.. right. I’ll leave you two to uh.. I’ve gotta go umm… I’ve got a thing.” Sam said as he awkwardly left, and you gave Sam a little grin.

You looked up at Dean and he cautiously stepped closer to you.

“You aren’t staying.. are you?” Dean asked softly.

“You know that I can’t…”

“Y/N, those things I said.. None of that was all me. Being a demon changed almost everything about me. Honestly I don’t even think before I turned you and I even had a chance to really learn about each other.”

“Then how much of it really was you, Dean? Tell me? Was it the sleeping around with other girls? Was it the anger you felt when I was trying to look out for you? What was it?”

“That night was real… the moments before the battle with station were real when you were telling me about what the mark would do to me, those were real. When I thanked you for staying when Sam and I were split up, that was real.”

You shook your head. “It may have been real for a moment. But like you said, you and I didn’t have the time to really learn. All of this has been nothing but a scrambled mess and there was nothing solid for us.”

“If you go out there, it will be a lot more dangerous. You’re human now and there’s a lot more than just the First Blade that can kill you now.” Dean said, and you could detect the very same thing that he argued with you about - worry.

“Dean? I’ll be okay. I’ve had several centuries if not millennia of experience in combat. Plus I have this.” You said an you held out your arm. “You know it won’t let me die.”

You saw Dean frown for a moment and you sighed before you took a hand of his.

“I have to leave, Dean. I told your brother that I would help you with your mark. I’ve not been much help before you became a demon throughout this entire journey. You’re still stuck with the mark, and the cycle will continue for you if we can’t find a way to free you from the burden. Now that you’re free from being a demon, it’s time to finally hold up my end of the bargain and see what I can do.”

Dean listened to you speaking and he hated that you were leaving. Everything in him wanted to protect you now that you were brand new to this human thing. He hated how attached he’s become, and he hated it even more that he was about to lose you even though you claimed you were still trying to help him.

He couldn’t let you leave without at least trying. He couldn’t let you go without making some sort of move to see if something would chance for you.

He lifted his hand and pulled you into him by the back of your neck and he gently smashed his lips against yours. Your lips were warm and soft, and he wanted to remember this moment even if it was bittersweet.

He could feel you melt into his touch and he deepened the kiss and he tilted his head. Then he lifted his other hand and used it to cup your face in his palm. After a few seconds, he could feel something warm and wet drip onto his palm from your eyes.

When he parted from the kiss, he watched you lift your hands and wipe your eyes, “Damn it,” he heard you say, “I didn’t know humans were prone to crying like this…”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Then he took one of your hands. Then he handed you his favorite pistol. He didn’t mind so much parting with it oddly enough. Especially when they had their own arsenal at the bunker.

“If I don’t see you again.. keep this. I know we may not have had the best time but… I do want you to have at least something good from this ordeal.”

You looked down at the new weapon in your hand. You’ve seen Dean carrying it around before the whole Metatron thing and you remembered how much he used it. You couldn’t believe that he was giving this to you, but this would be something you would treasure.

You looked up at him and you gave Dean a soft yet sad smile. “They say parting is such sweet sorrow..”

“You sound like Sam when you quote Shakespeare.” Dean smiled. “Be careful out there, okay?”

You nodded as you started to go up the stairs where you saw Sam drinking some coffee. He deserved some downtime after a long several months of looking for Dean.

You walked over to Sam and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Look into the Book of the Damned.”

Those were the last words that you spoke to the Winchesters before you went off into the night to begin your new journey.

If you were lucky, you would run into the brothers again. But for now… it was the end of an era for the Daughter of Cain.

The end of the girl Raised in Blood….

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