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𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

PAIRING : dean winchester x original female character

STORY SUMMARY : in series masterlist

CHAPTER WARNINGS : age-gap. angst. worried dean.

A/N : don't forget to check out the story masterlist if you missed previous chapters. thanks for the love guys, it never goes unnoticed or unappreciated!

Dean's POV

I reach into my jacket and take out one of many angel blades I had collected over the years. Abaddon begins to walk toward me, the biggest smile stretching across her eerily pale face. When she was within a foot's distance, I swung the blade towards her, only to have her stop the strike by grabbing my wrist. She forces the weapon out of my hand, causing a distinct clinking sound as it collides with the ground. Her demonic strength overpowers me, effortlessly spinning my body around to hold me against hers.

"I missed you," she breaths in my ear as she walks me away from Mari. "Did you miss me?"

Abaddon whirls me around so I face her before she shoves me to my knees. I grunt in pain as the bones in my shoulder crack. With a firm grip, she forcefully bends my hand over my shoulder, putting me into a wristlock. My free hand wraps around my restrained wrist in an attempt to relieve the pain. I silently wince, my efforts failing as she applies further pressure.

"So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you, Winchesters." She combs her fingers through my hair. "You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too."

Mockingly, I say, "Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here."

Finally—like all villains—she lists her demands. "I want Crowley—or what's left of him."

"Yeah? What's in it for me?" I struggle to speak above the pain coursing through my body.

"I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me." She graciously offers.

"And if I tell you to get bent?"

"Oh. Well..." She tilts her head before her eyes travel to my chest, smiling evilly. The demon's hand releases my hair only to trail it down to my jacket. "You know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it."

I grab her wrist, knowing what she was alluding to. With ease, she pulls my jacket away. "You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas."

"So go ahead and play hard to get," She tugs my shirt down, exposing my inked chest. "And I'll peel off this 'No Demons Allowed' tattoo," Her cherry nails tauntingly skim over the Anti-Possession warding as she finishes her threat, "And blow smoke up your ass."

"Oh... Well, I got to tell you between you and me, it is a horror show up there."

"It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin?" Abaddon looks back at Mari. She laughs as she turns back towards me. "Or how about listening to that gorgeous girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will."

At the mention of the young hunter, my blood began to boil again. I struggle in her hold as I try to free myself. "Leave her out of this!"

"It seems like I've hit a nerve," She sinisterly grins before gripping my jaw. "That's what'll happen if you say no. You and me, lover. And we'll have a grand old time."

Maricela's POV

I stir awake, the pain reminding me I'm alive. Flinching from the sunlight shining through my eyelids, I allow my other senses to get me by. A woman's voice carries through the toxic air, followed by a male's. But not just any male voice, but the male voice: Dean's. A hazy blur clouds my vision as I open my eyes. I blink until the sight of Abaddon standing over a kneeled Dean becomes clear.

"D..." I endeavor to call, but it escapes in a faint whisper.

Suddenly, a bright light emits from the diner. My eyelids squint as the white glow peeks from behind the blinds. The light grows brighter before detonating, bursting every window in the deserted restaurant. The sound of the explosion echoed in the distance. My attention drew back to the pair as they exchanged words. She brought Dean to his feet before flinging him toward me. Without time to move, I shut my eyes tightly and brace myself for the impact. Though, it never came. Instead, I hear the window beside me shatter into a million pieces.

My eyes open rapidly in time to witness Abaddon disappear. I push myself off the ground and stumble over to Dean. He lay on the storefront's window display, glass shards covering his stiff body and the surrounding area. He breathed heavily, trying to compensate for the lack of air in his lungs. Mustering every ounce of strength within, he slowly sat up, carefully avoiding the sharp glass that threatened to cut his hands.

"Oh my gosh, Dean!" His green eyes quickly fixate on me as he gets one knee underneath him. Moving faster, he propels himself with his opposite leg towards the mannequin nearby. Glass scatters in every direction as he pushes himself off the plastic dummy to stand. "Are you okay?"

I offer my hand to help him get off the platform. He takes it while he checks his surroundings, searching for the demon who effortlessly tossed him away. Realizing Abaddon is gone, he nods, answering my question. His worried expression melts once his eyes meet mine again. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Dean pulled me into a hug.

"Damn it, princess! You scared the shit out of me," He breathlessly murmurs into my hair.

"Sorry," I playfully joke. "I'll try to deflect her demon powers next time."

Maybe it was my concussion or just my imagination that felt him kiss my head. His face nuzzled into my neck as he held me tighter. When his warm and soft lips pressed against my skin, I knew it was no longer a question if what I felt was real. My arms tighten around his body, welcoming his actions. I quietly gasp, my eyes closing with pleasure when he unintentionally kisses my sweet spot.

My head spins as pain and pleasure fight for dominance. Before my mind can choose the victor, Dean's rough hands travel from my waist up to my shoulders and down my arms. His touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes flutter open as he grasps my hands and steps out of my embrace to pull our hands into the small space between us. With a tender grip, Dean softly holds my hands while his gaze sweeps across my visage. A small yet visible smile emerges on his face, but as quick as it appears, it vanishes.

He clears his throat before saying, "Sam."

Damn it, not again, I thought. How do I forget Sam in situations like these? I nod before one hand drops from mine while his other pulls me along. We sprint to the diner ahead of us, fearful of the possible harm that befell the younger Winchester. Dean and I barge in as Sam rises from the deceased vessel at his feet, demon blade in hand.

With his back turned to us, he says, "They were going to kill him, Dean."

"Ezekiel?" Dean questions before looking around the diner. "What the hell did you do?"

A bullet had disarmed the devil's trap before the front door, elucidating the demon's escape. One of the possessed soldiers was lying face down on the faded wooden bar while the other lay on the floor behind us.

The angel slowly turns to face us. "I was protecting your brother. I thought that was what you wanted."

"Yeah. Right, yeah, no I-I—sorry. I'm just still getting used to this whole thing."

"As am I." Ezekiel agrees.

I impatiently ask, "But Sam's okay?"

"He was knocked unconscious. In a way, he still is. Sam will not remember any of this."

"So what the hell am I supposed to tell him when he comes to?" Dean asks him.

Ezekiel looks down at his vessel's hand before slowly raising the blade. "That was why I used the knife."

"Right." Dean plucks it from the angel before turning away. "Smart."

Confused, Ezekiel observes the man before him aloud, "You are troubled still."

"Yeah, it's just that, uh..." He turns back around, looking shameless at the floor. "Yeah, this is on me."

My eyebrows knit together with concern. Dean glances at me, taking the silence as the green light to vent.

"I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell." He admits. "Okay, so every demon deal, every—every kill that they make, well, you're looking at the person who let it happen."

My body naturally gravitates toward the older Winchester. I grasp his hand as he did mine earlier while consoling, "You were protecting your brother."

"I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know." Ezekiel adds in. "And I know that what you did, you did out of love."

Dean stares at his brother's vessel, knowing Sam wouldn't have pulled that line out of a chick flick as a form of comfort. "Yeah. Uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love and... love."

On cue with his words, Dean pulls his hand away from mine and takes his warmth with him. I frown, trying not to let my disappointment show any further. Shoving my silly dilemma aside, I focus on more important matters.

"But it is why I said yes." The angel confesses.

"Yeah, and if that goes sideways, that's on me, too."

"That is not going to happen," Zeke assures.

Dean chuckles dryly. "This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff."

"He's trusting you, Zeke," I say, clarifying to the oblivious angel. "We just got to hope that you're one of the good guys."

"I am," he says confidently. "But I suppose that is what a bad guy would say."

The eldest hunter and I softly snort at his remark before Ezekiel continues, "Dean Winchester, you are doing the right thing."

We look at the handsome man and wait for his response. Dean hesitates but finally nods, convincing not only himself but me too. Casually, he walks past me and out the front door. I followed Dean to the doorway, wondering where the man was going, only to see him retrieve the duffel bag that was left.

Turning towards Ezekiel, I advised him to hit the reset button so Sam didn't wonder how he went from being knocked unconscious to standing without recollection of it happening. The angel obligated and sat back against the wood paneling. Dean and I gathered the weapons into the sack, waiting for Sam to regain consciousness. After noticing him stir awake, I rush over while calling his name.

"Sammy?" Dean shouted, causing Sam to gasp with fear as we neared closer. "Hey. Whoa."

"Dean? Mari? What the hell happened?" Sam glanced around the diner, noticing the destruction left behind.

"You took a shot to the head, and I came in and saved your ass, like usual." Dean convincingly fibbed.

Yet, not convincingly enough.

"You killed three demons? Alone?" Sam skeptically asks before looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I took them by surprise." He stuffed the demon blade in his jacket. "Got a little messy. I got a little lucky."

I leaned down and helped Sam up as Dean continued to boost his ego. "Oh, and, uh... I'm awesome, so there's that."

"Geez," Sam scanned the room again. "Whew. You are pretty damn awesome."

"Yeah, Dean, it's almost unbelievable," I note sarcastically.

He easily could've added me into his fake story but chose to exaggerate his skills against three demons and their fully loaded M4A1s. Sam's focus drifted to me, and once it landed, his eyes widened.

"Mari, you're bleeding!" He pushes my hair away from my face, staring at my hairline.

I lift my hand to the throbbing area, only to pull it back and see blood coat my palm.

"I'm fine," I brush off his concern.

"What—what happened?"

"A brick wall and I got into a fight. The wall won." I smirk at my best friend, watching his frown disappear as he laughs, but the concern never leaves his hazel eyes. "I was blacked out while Dean heroically took care of the demons."

The sound of the Impala's engine approached, thankfully drawing the attention away from me. Dean grabs the bag full of weapons as Sam and I make our way outside. Tracy closes the door to the car before Sam asks if she's okay. I stand on the steps, waiting for her to get out of line again as Dean walks toward the car. To my surprise, she remains civil.

"Yeah. You?" She replies cheerfully.

Sam contemplates his answer, "More or less, yeah."

"Good," Tracy responds sincerely before tossing the keys to Dean. "I got everything, but guess I'm late to the party."

She walks toward the rear door of the classic car and I follow, murmuring, "Lucky you."

"Let's blow this toxic waste dump. Burgers and silkwood showers on me." Dean happily declares as everyone gets in the Impala.

He turns on the engine and hauls ass out of the outskirts of Eugene.

We arrived at the bunker, clean yet tired from the drive back. Dean had stopped in town to pick up a bucket of fried chicken and cranberry juice for Kevin. When Sam asked why the specific drink, Dean said the prophet had admitted to being 'backed up' for days. Despite our regrettable curiosity, I couldn't help but smile at Dean's thoughtfulness. Even though we had a few eventful days, he still remembered and worried about Kevin's well-being.

"Kevin!" Dean shouts after walking down the stairs, carrying the food and jug of juice.

When the prophet doesn't answer, Sam calls for him again, "Kevin?"

He was nowhere in sight. The Winchesters stare at each other, wearing a knowing look, before fixating on the hallway. Crowley! Dean placed the food on the three-tiered cart near the corridor before he and Sam ran toward the dungeon. Just as I was going to run after them, the door inside the library opened. Kevin walks toward me, hand clutching the arm of his backpack.

"Kev? Are you leaving?" I ask, meeting him above the small steps. He ignores my question and tries to step around me. "Hey, answer me."

"Yes. Now, leave me alone." Kevin replies, annoyed.

He tries to walk around me again but fails as I step in the prophet's way. "What's wrong? Is it Crowley? Did something happen while we were out?"

Kevin gazes past me, refusing to answer.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean asks as he walks into the Command Room.

I look over my shoulder as the oldest Winchester walks around the Map Table. Kevin uses my distraction and saunters down the steps. He strolls past Dean without a word. The further Kevin neared the exit, the louder Dean's consistent 'Hey's' became. He brushes the hunter's attempts for attention away, making a beeline toward the staircase. Suddenly, Dean grabs the handle of Kevin's bookbag and yanks him back, rushing to stand between the prophet and the exit.

"Whoa, whoa. Talk to me."

"You can't keep me locked in here. I'm leaving." Kevin finally speaks.

"Like Hell." Dean quickly denies him. "Man, we told you not to talk to Crowley, okay? He messes with your head."

Calmly, Kevin reveals, "He said my mom's alive. Crowley said if I let him go, he'd give her back to me."

Dean scoffs, "And you believed him?"

"He's still in there, isn't he?" Kevin retorts.

"Crowley's lying." The hunter insists.

"And if he's not?"

"Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin."

"Dean, don't tell him that!" I interject angrily.

"He needs to hear it," He glances at me before redirecting his attention to the boy standing before him. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet, so even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man."

I didn't have to see Kevin's face to know he was holding back tears. As he spoke, his voice strained. "'Cause I'm useful."

"Because you're family." Dean corrects him. "After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... Man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam, Cas, and Mari—we are all we've got. But, hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you."

The room fell silent. Kevin brought his hand to his face and wiped his tears away. My heart ached for him, knowing Crowley had been taunting him these past few days, using his mother to further the torture. I walked toward my friends, and as I stood beside Kevin, I offered a gentle and solace smile. His misty eyes searched mine, and with a deep breath, he silently agreed to stay.

"When's the last time you rested?" I asked Kevin, concerned for his health.

He shrugged before mumbling, "Can't remember."

"All right, let's go."

I guided Kevin into the hallway and to the room he had been staying in. He dropped the backpack next to his bed before diving into the mattress. I pulled the sheet out from under him and over his tired body, tucking him in. Dean stood in the doorway, watching us. In an instant, Kevin succumbed to the sleep he desperately needed. After whispering 'sweet dreams' to the boy, I ushered Dean into the hall so I could shut the door.

He led us back into the library, using the way Kevin had entered beforehand. Sam sat at the middle table, scribbling away on a notepad.

"Kevin's passed out in one of the back rooms," I tell the younger Winchester before sitting beside him.

Dean walks toward the mini bar cart across from the table we occupied. "He's a tough kid. He'll bounce back." Sam glanced at his brother, pouring whiskey into a glass, before nodding quietly. Dean shifts his attention to Sam, noticing his distracted state, then asks, "What's up with you?"

Sam sighs deeply, replying, "Nothing. It's just... what Tracy said about me—she wasn't wrong."

Dean had walked towards the table, waiting for Sam to finish before setting one of the two whiskey glasses on the wood furnish.

"Sam, listen to me." Dean eases himself into the chair opposite of us, glass in hand. "You have helped a hell of a lot more people than you have hurt. So all of that—that was then. Okay?" He raises his glass, tipping it towards Sam, toasting, "Here's to now."

Forcing a smile, Sammy grabs the other whiskey-filled glass and clinks it with Dean's. He stares into the drink and asks, "So, you guys ready for it?"

"Hmm?" Dean hums in question as he begins to swallow the liquor.

"The fallen angels? Abaddon? Cas losing his halo? Crowley in our basement?" He clarifies before sipping the whiskey.

Dean chuckles. "Crap. We're living in a freakin' sitcom."

"What about you? How's the engine running?" I ask Sam.

"Honestly, um... I feel better than I have in a long time." He admits, setting his glass down as Dean stares intensely. "I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends and family." He turns toward me, wearing a smile. "I am happy with my life for the first time in... forever. I-I am. I really am. I-It's just things are... things are good."

Dean's mouth twitched with a fake smile before bringing his glass to his lips. I could tell he didn't expect the answer Sam gave. He remained stone-faced, refusing to give away his true feelings. Guilt for lying to Sam. Envy that he couldn't be as happy as his brother felt. Hurt that Sam wanted to die before Dean had saved him.

"Never better," Dean said, fueling the lie for Sammy's sake.

He sat back in his chair, staring into space as he got lost in his thoughts. Sam circled back to his research, oblivious to his brother's state of mind. I sat in silence, allowing the secret of Ezekiel to keep me quiet. If one good thing came out of this, it was Sam's happiness. But at what cost?

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