#there’s also my theory of Arlo joining the authorities as an inside man at the end of season 2 but nobody knows

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Playing with the toys in my enclosure that say “Arlo will join an offshoot of Spectre at the end of season 2 due to the guilt he feels right n Rei’s death and supporting the society that allowed his murder” and “He won’t be able to face Remi after learning the truth so he runs away like Simba”

Going insane pacing inside my enclosure waiting for some Arlo family lore

[trexrambling]

Bite Me (The Epilogue)

Characters: DeanxReader, Sam

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff, some feels, and crying from the author because she can’t believe it’s really over

Overview: You were raised in the hunter life. You fell out of it. It wasn’t your choice to get pulled back in.

Word Count: 2,008

A/N: And here it is. The final part of my first ever fanfic series. To each and every one of you who have joined me on this adventure, thank you. Thank you for your likes, your comments, your reblogs, and your overall encouragement for this story. I have loved writing every word and feel blessed to be able to share it with you all. To Lee and Han, my sole sister and writing soulmate, I love you both dearly and am constantly blessed by your support and love. Thank you both for helping this series reach its fullest potential. These words, like everything else I write, are for me. Feel free to join me in the adventure.

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I watched as each breath I took created a small ghost that drifted in front of my face before disappearing. I shifted my feet in the snow, the movements accompanied by soft crunches as the icy state was padded down, and rested a hand on the squirming bundle of fur that was trying its best to sit still beside me.

“It’s ok, Zuri. We’re home now.”

The first place I had gone after I left the Winchesters was to my roots, my origins, the rebuilt frame of a house that I had once lived in and had been taken from. I had talked to Dean about my past, but I never went into the specifics. I knew it would be a place he couldn’t find me, and I also knew that the proper way to finish any story was to start at the beginning.  

I took up residency in a cheap motel and, for the next month, tried to piece together bits and pieces of a life I had never really lived. I visited my parent’s graves, their names foreign to me, yet familiar in an odd sense. I befriended a relative, my aunt, and though she never knew my true identity I was able to build a strong connection with her in my short stay. I shared parts of my life with her and received fragments of a still blurry picture from stories she shared with me. Besides my aunt, no other immediate relatives were still alive, and the distant members of my family lived hundreds of miles away. What I found about my past was small, but I gathered that I had been deeply loved by my parents, whom I now believed to be hunters that had accidentally brought a child into the life. I made peace with my hometown and moved on within the month.

The next stop was Uncle Jay’s cabin. It was exactly as it had been when Castiel had brought me there last, and I stayed in my old bedroom for almost two months, living off the surrounding land and working my way through the thousands of memories that I had collected in the twenty-four years I had lived there. Using the contacts in Uncle Jay’s old phone, I was able to track down a few of his ancient hunter friends that were by chance still alive. I managed to get the whole story from piecing together the answers to the questions I asked them, and as I looked at the completed puzzle my mind and heart became still in understanding. Uncle Jay had been friends with my parents and had lost them in a hunt gone wrong. He’d felt personally responsible for me, and as my aunt had only been fifteen at the time, he had taken me in.

As I’d sat on the floor one night, flipping through the rare photos I had managed to capture over the years of the two of us, I only felt gratefulness for this man, and I was thankful that he had claimed me as his. He would forever be my uncle, and I would always remain his Small Fry.

I knew that Dean and Sam would be keeping tabs on my old house, but I also knew that it was somewhere I needed to visit. Thankfully, it was a few hours away from the Bunker, so I knew that the chances of them stumbling across me were not nonexistent, but still very minute. I didn’t stay there long; my main purpose was to pick up a few supplies and visit Arlo’s grave. Dean had marked it with a rock he’d found in my garden, and as I sat, cross-legged in the un-mowed grass and rapidly spreading weeds, I thanked whoever was listening for the blessing of my best friend. Arlo had gotten me through dark moments in my life and created light within my soul more times than I could count. I had needed him far more than he had ever needed me, and it had been an honor to love him in the time that I had him. He had left a hole in my chest, and I knew that I couldn’t ever replace him, but I could try to fill in the gaps with something that could help me see beauty in the world again.

Just like with Arlo, I knew when I saw her that she was mine. She was one of five mixed mutt pups, her light gray fur overrun with white and black speckles. She’d charged the gate, growling low growls as her half floppy/half pointed ears twitched towards me. One eye was bright blue and the other was a deep brown that instantly drew me back to a moment of looking in Arlo’s eyes as we both laid lazily on the couch. She was hope for more, and I took her home from the pound that day with a heart full of undiscovered beauty.

We never settled in one place for more than a single night but instead drove across mountains, through small towns, and overall explored what the world had to offer us. With each passing day, I felt my heart begin to mend. I felt the darkness start to lift. I felt myself begin to forgive. And when I finally reached a point of just being me and being ok with all of the cracks I had filled in and the few that still remained, I turned my truck towards Kansas.

I scratched Zuri’s ears before snow-crunching my way to the large, rounded door set into the side of the hill. I raised a hand, almost afraid to knock, but the happy wag of the fluffy tail hitting my legs made me smile. “You’re going to love them, Zur. They’re the best men I’ve ever met.”

I took a deep breath.

I lightly tapped the steel with my knuckles.

Come on, Y/N. A butterfly crashing into the door would have been louder.

I rolled my eyes at myself and used my fist to give three solid bangs that I could hear resonating through the door.

Silence.

Breathe. You’ve got to breathe.

I sucked in a deep lungful of the frigid air and banged three more times.

Zuri’s ears perked up, and a few seconds later I heard muffled footsteps coming from inside.

Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe.

I stepped back, Zuri close at my side, and the sound of grating metal followed by a loud clunk filled the space.

The door swung open.

My brain first registered flannel, closely followed by the two guns that were trained on me. I heard the sharp intakes of breath next, and before I could open my mouth to say something I was enveloped in warm arms, and the scent of cinnamon and leather took over my senses. Then my back hit the railing of the stairwell behind me and my brain could only process Dean as his lips found mine in a hard kiss.

Which was quickly cut short by Zuri biting the hell out of Dean’s leg.

He jerked away from my mouth and cried out in pain, his hand going to his leg while my brain recovered enough to quickly calm my protective dog. I looked up at Dean sheepishly. “She thought you were attacking me.”

Dean’s eyes went from the dog back to me and stayed there. He slowly straightened up and reached out a hand to gently brush my left cheek with his fingers before his other hand firmly took my waist and pulled me to him again, clutching me tightly.

“I told you I would come back,” I whispered against his chest, “and I made sure to do it before December was over. I wanted to start the New Year here. I wanted to be home.”

Dean slowly released his hold on me, his hands sliding down my arms and stopping to hold my hands in his as he looked into my eyes. A small smile crept onto one edge of his mouth. “So…did you bring back the ingredients for pie?” 

God, I love this man.

I felt the grin take over my face as I nudged the bag beside me with my foot. “I’ve got apples, cinnamon, sugar, flour, all the works. And I definitely want to talk after you’re done overseeing my baking skills. I’ve got a lot of missed time to make up for.”

Dean leaned down and brought his forehead against mine, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he cleared his throat, and his voice was thick when he spoke. “Thank you for coming back.”

“Well, I promised.” And then I shifted my head so I could kiss him, slowly and gently and deeply before the cold had us both shivering and Zuri’s growls had me giggling into Dean’s mouth.

“I gave you guys your space, but I’d really like a hug now!” Sam called from inside the entryway of the bunker.

I pecked Dean’s cheek and darted inside, tackling Sam in a hug that knocked the breath from his lungs. And then we were all inside the warmth of our home, crammed onto one couch as we talked over each other with questions and answers and stories and laughter while Zuri slowly destroyed the legs of the coffee table with her teeth. At one point we all got up to bake the pie, somehow managing to cover Zuri completely in flour, and then someone grabbed the sprayer from the sink and a full out water war ensued. Afterwards we all found our way back to the couch, and it was well past midnight before our voices died out and we found ourselves just sitting in the comfort of each other’s company, each of us drunk from pure happiness.

“I’m glad you’re back, Y/N,” Sam said, giving my shoulders a tight squeeze with his arm. “I missed having you around. Dean’s terrible to research with, and you’re ten times smarter.”

I laughed and leaned into his side. “Well, I’m hoping there’s a case to test your theory.”

Sam straightened up a bit in excitement. “Yeah, there actually is. So get this –”

“Not now, Sam,” Dean interjected. “We’ll fill her in tomorrow.” He gave his brother a look of silent communication, and Sam’s eyes narrowed before widening in understanding.

“Oh, right. Of course, I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, Y/N.” He removed his arm from around my shoulders and rose off the couch. “I’m going to call it a night.”

I grabbed his hand before he walked away and squeezed it. “I love you, Sam. Sleep well.”

He smiled widely at me and squeezed back. “Love you too, Y/N. See you in the morning.” He leaned down to ruffle Zuri’s ears before walking off towards his room, and in the silence of his wake I found myself settling further and further against Dean until my body was as physically close to his as it could be without me being on top of him.

“I missed you.”

He nudged my nose with his. “I missed you, too. You have no idea.” His brow furrowed for a quick moment. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

He held my gaze as he spoke, “Are you home for good this time?”

I felt his warmth soaking into my skin, heard Zuri’s puppy snores from under the table, smelled the pie that we had put into the oven earlier, and felt no echos in my soul as I looked into the green of Dean’s eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good,” Dean said, bringing his mouth close to mine so that our lips barely touched, “because I like you here a hell of a lot better.”

“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth.

I felt his lips curl into a smile. “I love you, too.”

And then he kissed me.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt completely whole.

And I never looked back.

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