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[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 6) - Two Years After Dean Left

Summary: During her gap year, Y/N goes to visit Dean for his birthday in Sioux Falls while trying to figure out her next step in life. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Car broke down @spnfluffbingo

Word Count: 6,763 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 18, Dean is 22-23), reader is feeling a bit lost, angst, past injury (scars), mentions of physical abuse by a parent/violence/death/prison, language, slow burn, kissing/cuddling, talks of sex/relationship, fluff 

A/N: Written for @spnfluffbingo. Enjoy. 

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Two years after Dean left.

So far, your gap year wasn't turning out the way you'd hoped. You weren't anywhere closer to figuring out what to do with your life and you didn't have the means for backpacking through Europe. Flights and hostels cost money and though you saved up, it would go fast and you'd already figured out that solo travel wasn't for you. 

So you bought yourself a car and it was a used piece of junk, but it was yours.

You weren't technically sure if you could categorize it as a car, though. It was more of a rusted piece of tin that would stall like a toddler having a tantrum, for no reason! It was only ever meant to get you from point A to point B, not go on cross-country road trips to see a boy who was never your boyfriend.

Yet here you were, on the side of the road on a particularly balmy day in January, waiting for a tow-truck. You'd almost made it all the way to Sioux Falls and you were so excited to surprise Dean with a blast from his past for his birthday. Then the engine overheated with a jarring clunk sound and you were forced to pull over as it stalled out again. Smoke billowing from under the hood. Stupid car. Stupid road trip. You should've flown but you wanted the time to think. Now you had too much time.

You were wrapped in your long winter coat and sat on the hood of your car. It had long since cooled and the smoke cleared but the dark paint attracted the sun and it was warm as you waited for the tow-truck. You had called the garage that you knew Dean worked at, but you got his uncle on the phone and were expecting him to show up. Instead when the truck finally arrived it wasn't an old man driving it.

"Y/N," Dean said with a look of shock as he stepped down from the truck on bowed legs.

Damn it, surprise ruined. You forced a nervous smile.

"Hey, Dean. How's it hanging?" You said, sliding down from the hood of your car to meet him halfway to his truck parked in front of you. You stood a foot away from each other and shifted your weight from one leg to the other. Not quite the embrace you were hoping for after so long. "Damn it, I should've said something cooler... Surprise!"

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

That wasn't much of a warm welcome either. 

Why was this so awkward?

"Uh- um, you know, sightseeing." You pointed to the snow covered field to the right of the quiet highway, squinting at the trees in the distance.

"Yeah because Sioux Falls is the number one tourist destination. In the middle of winter." He said, glancing in the direction you had pointed with nothing substantial to look at. 

You'd argue the field still had its charm. Snowflakes sparkling in the sunlight. 

Dean looked back at you and cocked his head like he knew you were hiding something. His eyes burrowing into you, set on digging out the truth without the use of words. Somehow it worked and you folded your cards.

"All right, you caught me." You rolled your eyes dramatically, "You sounded kind of sad on the phone when you said you'd be spending your birthday alone and I... didn't want you to."

You left a little late but drove nonstop for as long as you could and made it there with half a day to spare. Tomorrow was Dean's twenty-third birthday!

"Sammy's only gonna be gone one night, I'll still have the morning with him before he leaves for his field trip." He said, still not believing you.

It was partially true, it was the reason you used to convince yourself to come. But the reason you risked the drive in such an unreliable car was different. And he knew it.

"He's in University, they don't call them field trips anymore." You teased but he remained stoic.

You talked on the phone and texted all the time. You should be able to read him better but video calls were glitchy at best lately with the weather and it takes time to be able to read someone's body language again after years apart.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

"Can't a girl show up for no reason but to celebrate your birthday? I thought you wanted me to visit." You remembered the postcard he'd sent asking you to on your gap year.

"I wanted you to call first. I would've paid for a flight." He said, shoving his ungloved hands into his pockets, likely to keep his fingers warm.

It was winter after all, there was a nip in the air. He didn't wear a toque but the tips of his ears were still protected by his hair which he had let get longer since you last saw him. 

You sighed regretting the road trip and feeling stupid for thinking he thought about you as much as you still thought about him. Maybe he wanted you to call first so he could talk you out of making the trip. But then maybe you were over thinking this and letting your insecurities get the best of you. That has been happening a lot lately.

You shrugged and played with your mittens, "I needed to clear my head and driving halfway across the country sounded like a good idea to do that."

He sighed a visible manifestation of his breath, "What's going on? You sounded fine last time we spoke."

"Nothing, I am fine." You chewed on the inside of your cheek and blinked away watery eyes, "I just have no passion for- like, anything."

"I don't know what you're talking about, you are extremely passionate in everything you do." Dean said, somehow knowing this had to do with you struggling to figure out your whole future at eighteen. Sure, some kids had known what they wanted to do since grade school but for you, it felt like it was next to impossible, "You'll figure it out."

"Okay, okay, enough." You said, raising your mitten-clad hands.

You didn't want to think about it anymore. You were finally in a place to explore your feelings with Dean and although that's not why you drove out there, you'd be lying if you said it wasn't in the back of your mind.

"Where are you staying?" He asked, changing the subject.

"About that...? I fit on a couch pretty good."

Dean smiled, he knew exactly what you were getting at and he had the space since he and Sam had moved into their own apartment. "Good thing I got a couch then."

His attention shifted to your car parked on the side of the highway. His eyes scanned over the dents, scraped paint, rust and bald tires; the side mirror barely held on with duct tape and the bent antenna. The radio was staticky at best. His jaw tightened.

"Is this your car?"

"Yeah," you answered tentatively like it was an obvious answer and you knew you were in for a scolding.

"This is your car? This is the car that you decided to drive practically cross-country in?"

Here it was, "Um, yeah."

Dean walked past you to get a closer look at the car. "Y/N, this car couldn't limp to the next exit if it wanted to."

He kicked the tire and frowned back at you. No doubt seeing the extent of the worn tread. And he knew you knew better than to drive it that far. After he started his job at the Singer's Garage with his uncle he'd made sure to give you a lesson about car safety in case you took out your parents' car, let alone get your own. His attempt at teaching you to change a tire via glitchy video chat was by far the most epic of fails.

"That's kind of the problem, it doesn't want to." You quipped, giving him a cute smile to ease the tension but it didn't work.

"Who sold you this piece of junk, anyways?" He asked, looking away from you as if your smile was blinding him. 

He kicked the tire again.

"I don't know... Chuck, I think." You said, trying to remember the name of the salesman who sold you the car back home.

"Chuck?" He repeated and laughed silently without humour.

"Yes, Chuck. Why do you keep repeating everything I'm saying?"

"Chuck as in Chuck Shirley's Used Car Lot outside town? Y/N, he's a cheat. He sells nothing but lemons. You should've called me, I would've told you where to go." He sighed in frustration and bit his lip, shoving his hands deeper in his pockets.

"I wanted to surprise you, that was the whole point and I didn't want you to tell me not to come." You said and his green eyes immediately found yours. Your chin quivered either from the cold or what you were about to say next. You weren't sure which. "You don't really seem happy to see me."

"You think I'm not happy to see you?" He asked and his stare softened.

You bit the inside of your cheek, "Well, you are doing that weird repeating-everything-I'm-saying-as-a-question thing again."

"What if you broke down?"

"Uh, I did break down." You pointed to the hunk of tin on four wheels just sitting there.

He rubbed the back of his neck, "I mean, what if you had broken down somewhere I couldn't get to you. Y/N, you could've gotten yourself stranded in the middle of nowhere. Or worse."

"I'm pretty sure two hours outside of Sioux Falls is the middle of nowhere."

"You know what I mean. There are strange people out there."

"I know, I'm looking at one." You teased and pushed his shoulder playfully but he didn't react, "Why are you so worried? Dean, I'm fine, I'm standing right here. You could even do something as crazy as -Oh, I dunno, hug me?" 

He cocked his head at you and pointed, "You don't get to own the monopoly on worrying."

He was right, you were always worrying about him especially when you lived in the same town. And the current role reversal was throwing you for a loop. Just another thing you couldn't control.

You pushed back your hair and sighed, "Fine, but can we fast forward to the Dean that's actually glad to see me? I'm starting to think this was a really bad idea."

"In that car, it was a really bad idea." He agreed and you stared at your shoes, holding yourself. "But I am so fucking glad to see you."

He grabbed your shoulders and bent down so his forehead rested against yours. A single tear got away from you as your anxiety about seeing Dean again and everything in between boiled over and you wiped it away with your mitten.

"Really?" You sniffled but it could've been from the cold.

"Yeah, really." He pulled you in for a hug and you rested your cheek against his warm chest. Your arms wrapped around his waist and your hands clutched his jacket in case he decided to pull away before you were willing to let go. "Of course ‘really’, Y/N."

You hummed, "Hm, I'm starting to think this was a good idea again."

You held onto him until your fingers got stiff from the grip you had on him and pulled away. Dean looked down at you and brushed your hair behind your ear. A cold gust of wind turning the shell of it as red as your nose and cheeks. You had probably sat out in the elements a little too long.

"There's no way you're driving that home, by the way. I'm still mad but I can't believe you're actually here. It's like you haven't changed at all." A smile replaced his frown and he looked you over as if he expected you to look a hell of a lot different or maybe older with the time and distance between you.

"It's been two years, a lot has changed, I'm eighteen now!" Your hands went to your hips as you glared up at him. 

The truth was that it had only been two years and your reflection in the mirror hadn't changed a lick. You hoped it would, that you'd wake up eighteen and an adult and that mirror would reflect that, but it didn't and you weren't about to admit that even you didn't feel your age. You technically haven't felt any older since you got your license. Birthdays after that kind of lacked lustre.

Maybe that was what it was like getting older though. First you stop feeling like your birthday is a big deal, stop feeling any older despite the number, then the milestones get further and farther between and eventually you have to think about how old you are. Maybe that’s how it was for Dean and maybe that’s why he seemed so far away. 

"You're so cute." Dean said and roughed up your hair.

You hated the way it made you feel like a kid counting to ten on your fingers and shoved his hand away. Sure your life was a little unorganized at the moment which probably led to this epiphany about birthdays that you were having but that didn't mean you were a child. He didn't treat you like a child when he met you at sixteen and now you were legally an adult. So what was his problem?

"And you're still strange." You squinted.

"And wonderful, though, right?" He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, remembering the compliment you gave him the first night you met. 'You're strange and kinda wonderful.' 

Dean didn't tinker with your car's engine much before he gave up and hooked it up to the tow truck. You didn't think that had any indication on how good of a mechanic he was and more about the state of the engine itself. Every time he tried the key the lights would come on and the starter would spark but the engine kept quiet. You didn't know much about cars other than the basics he'd talked about since you ran out of other stuff to talk about over the phone. But still practical and theory were two very different fields and you couldn't tell the starter from the alternator, though Dean said neither of those seemed to be the problem.

On the drive back to Singer's Garage Dean let you pick the music and you tuned into a country station that he seemed to hate from the first note. So after a song you switched it over to classic rock which you knew was his favourite. The next couple hours were spent listening to him hum along, out of tune, to songs old enough that your father listened to them when he was a teenager. They weren't bad though and you loved the way Dean seemed happier.

You hoped it was real and not some facade he was putting on for your sake. Somehow, you didn't think it was.

Maybe he didn't need you to save him from his birthday alone after all, but he seemed to want you there. He took side glances at you the whole drive back; that had to mean something.

You walked into the garage after Dean. An older man stood at the desk in the office wiping the grease from his hands on a rag. It didn’t seem to help though since the rag itself was already covered in days old worth of oil and grease. He tossed it to the side of the desk when he saw you walk in with Dean.

"Hey, Uncle Bobby, this is Y/N." Dean smiled and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

"Ah, the infamous Y/N. Me and the Mrs. have heard a lot about you." Bobby said and you blushed.

Dean talked about you when you weren’t around.

"Bobby," Dean warned, side eyeing you and Bobby held his hands up with a smirk pulling at his lips.

"You didn't tell us she was coming to town, son." He said and you saw how that word ‘son’ affected Dean.

Like he actually had a father worth getting to know, one that cared and worried and you loved that for him. Dean deserved to be surrounded by good people that treated him better than his blood had. 

He had hindered his own wants since childhood almost to the point that he denied himself of anything good until now. The lighter air about him, especially in the presence of his uncle, made you hope that he'd found a balance and that his move to Sioux Falls was for more than just Sam after all. 

You might've been trying to find yourself, so to speak, but maybe you weren't the only one. There was a twinge in your gut that made you feel like you were losing him, to another town, another life you weren’t a part of, and eventually another girl. Even if there wasn't one in the picture now. 

You hadn’t talked about relationships and he never mentioned any interest in anyone but you knew you weren’t together either. Dean was all sorts of awesome and a little broken but you admired everything about him; how he could stay calm through uncertainty, say exactly what he thought at any given moment and give up so much for the people he loved without asking for anything in return. You’d never met anyone else like him and compared every boy that asked you out to him, before you inevitably turned them down and skipped prom altogether.

Dean would’ve given you a blast for skipping so you never told him. Instead Benny and Cas took you sand surfing and out to Donna’s for ice cream afterwards. It was sweet and nostalgic and perfect. You wound up spending most of your time with them after Dean and Sam left. The three of you bonded over your love for the boys and the void they left in your life even though you’d only known them for a fraction of the time and still kept in contact with Dean. But sometimes the phone calls weren’t enough and it was just easier to spend time with someone who understood all of that and Benny really was a teddy bear once you got to know him.

You felt safe with them and the age gap didn’t seem to register when there was no chance of attraction. You were hung up on Dean and they knew that. Besides, Benny and Cas still flirted a lot, but never with you. You thought they’d make a cute couple if they ever realized the feeling was mutual and not just casual.

"He didn't know. It was a surprise." You said with a shy smile.

"And you ran into a bit of trouble, I see." Bobby said, walking over to your car that was parked outside the open garage door.

He took a look under the hood that Dean had propped open after disconnecting it from the tow truck and made a face. The same face Dean had made when he looked.

"Nothing Dean can't fix, I'm sure." You said and Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

“I could fix it but the cost would run more than the worth of that car. You said the engine overheats and stalls out regularly, not to mention that it still doesn’t want to turn over. Sorry, Y/N, but without an overhaul of the engine it’s basically a paper weight.”

“I guess, I’m flying home after all then, eh.” You sighed, staring at your two-ton paperweight.

You helped Dean around the garage for the rest of the day. Mainly working on this ridiculous orange shop truck, changing brakes and fluids. He said it was basically ready to sell and that’s how they made business during the lulls in customers. By finding salvageable vehicles and fixing them up. He also made you rotate the tires, though they looked brand new, and you were positive that was just his way of ensuring you knew how to change one; by the fourth tire you felt like a pro.

It was only a few hours before they closed up early for Dean’s birthday dinner. They were celebrating early with Bobby and Jody since Sam wouldn’t be home for dinner on his actual birthday and Bobby invited you along.

Dean took the luggage from your car and stuffed it into the trunk of his Impala. You noted the dents in the front bumper were still there and the headlight was taped up with clear plastic. Dean said he’d been scouring salvage and junkyards for parts but had yet to find any to fit Baby with. You could tell he regretted the damage he’d done to her; it wasn’t her fault, just like how their upbringing wasn’t his. You could tell he connected with her on some spiritual level that people connected with inanimate objects.

When you got to Bobby and Jody’s, a short haired woman greeted Dean with a hug and you with a smile. Until she learnt that you were Y/N and then she pulled you in for a bear hug like you were family. You wondered exactly what Dean had told them about you. However, whatever it was seemed to make a good impression.

Dinner was great and you fell into easy conversation with Sam about his courses. He’d taken the heaviest workload he could and was struggling with studying, so you said you’d send him your playlist for concentrating. You had used it a lot throughout high school and only added to it over the years. It was a mix of easy listening pieces, movie scores, and instrumental works you knew Dean would probably hate.

Dean was delighted in the way you scarfed down your slice of cherry pie. Jody apparently made it for him every year and it was by far the best you’d ever tasted. No wonder he’d bragged about it for as long as he did.

By the end of the night you were full and exhausted from your time on the road. You had only stopped at one motel along the way, and it was a good day’s ride to Sioux Falls from home. So, as much as you would’ve liked to spend the night partying it up with Dean, you were thankful that he just wanted to get back to his apartment and watch a show on Netflix with you. 

Dean carried your bag up to their apartment and let you get first dibs on the shower. Sam, of course, went to bed as soon as you got back. It was late and he had that field trip the next day that he needed to be refreshed for. Dean didn’t seem to mind though, he was mostly concerned that you weren’t too tired to hangout. You lied and assured him that you weren’t since you were determined to be awake when the clock struck midnight. But you passed out on the couch as soon as he hit play.

You woke up well past midnight to Dean carrying you. You were too tired to protest and kept your eyes shut when he laid you down in his bed and tucked you in. Then he left and you fell asleep again mumbling a ‘Happy Birthday’ that he wouldn’t have heard.

In the morning you realized he had spent the night on the couch and you woke up snuggled into comforters that smelt like him. The only thing you missed was the heat of his body. It felt weird to miss something you never had.

“Hey, birthday boy.” You yawned, meeting Dean in the kitchen and wrapping your arms around him from behind.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” He said, patting your arms on his waist.

You heard him sizzling something on the stove. A drop of grease spit from the pan and landed on your arm, “Ow.” You released him and rubbed the spot on your arm, “What’s with you and bacon?” He chuckled and you hopped up on the counter stifling another yawn. “Where’s Sammy?”

“He left.”

“Already?”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon, Y/N.” He said and turned to face you. He looked equally as tired, probably from that damned couch.

“Sorry,” you muttered, “Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You were tired and it’s not like either of us have anywhere else to be today.” He shrugged and smiled, “I wanted to ask yesterday but I didn’t wanna pry. How long can you stay?”

“September,” you said hopefully and he laughed.

You technically hadn’t applied to college yet, but you were planning on taking something in the fall. You just didn’t know what and you were trying not to think about application deadlines.

You helped Dean make an early dinner since you hadn’t eaten yet. You peeled potatoes for his ‘famous bacon mashed potatoes’ and he grilled a steak on the small balcony sized barbecue outside. It took longer than a regular barbecue and the sun was setting by the time you sat down with your food in front of the TV. 

You were starving and ate quickly while Dean ate at his regular pace. His affinity for adding bacon to almost every recipe including mashed potatoes doing little to curb your appetite. It was actually pretty good and you both grabbed seconds. 

"This looks familiar," Dean chuckled, tugging the fabric of your hoodie between his fingers.

Your dinner plates abandoned on the coffee table to be rinsed and washed later. 

"I should think so," you grinned and blushed. "It's yours -It was yours, it's mine now."

You clutched the fabric of your hoodie in your hands. It was the sweater Dean had given you the night you met. You'd forgotten to give it back that night when he dropped you off at home and kept it ever since. It was worn but it was your favourite sweater now. It provided warmth and comfort over the years and there was no way you were giving it back. 

"Looks better on you anyways." Dean laid his arm along the back of the couch behind you.

"That's what I thought." You smiled at him and his other hand brushed your cheek, his fingertips grazing your jaw as he tucked some hair behind your ear.

"Did I tell you how happy I am that you're here?" He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

The show you were watching faded into the background and all you could hear and feel was the heartbeat in your chest thumping wildly. He held your gaze as his palm warmed your already fiery skin. You wanted him to kiss you but he didn't.

"You saved me, Y/N, I never told you that. I was just barely hanging on when I met you. Surviving everyday just for Sammy, but then you showed me the beauty in life and made me wanna fight for myself again. When I looked at you I saw a future, a glimpse of something that kept me going and maybe it was a fantasy, it felt like a dream, but now-"

You turned and kissed him, tucking your legs underneath yourself so you could push up on your knees to meet his lips with a little weight. Dean's hands clutched your waist, fingers pressing into your skin and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It wasn't the kiss you wanted. He held back and a tear trailed down his cheek. You pulled apart your lips and he sniffled, his hands still gripping you like you would disappear.

“This can’t work.” He whispered and met your eyes, shaking his head. “You’re everything I want but this won’t end well, it can’t right now, Y/N.” 

What? You pushed your brows together, "I would never hurt you, Dean."

"No, but I won't let you hurt yourself either." He pushed you away.

“You’re scared. Of this, of us. That’s it, isn’t it?” You asked, pointing between you. 

He sighed and rubbed a palm down his face, “Y/N, you know that’s not true.”

“It’s not just about me, Dean. There’s another reason you’re holding back.”

“Cut me some slack, Y/N, it’s my birthday.” He said, playing the birthday card pretty fast like he had it in his back pocket. 

But you didn't drop it.

You placed your hand on his heart and raised his to lay over your breast. Each heartbeat thumping wildly enough to feel the vibrations in your palms.

"Do you feel that? Our hearts are wild, Dean. They wither in cages waiting to be broken. Do yourself a favour. Don't cage your wild heart, set it free." You pleaded. He was the only one you ever wanted, a feeling that was mutual as much as he fought it. "I know you love me."

He kissed you then and it was like lightning coursing through your veins. All thought was lost and your bodies mended together as he crawled over you. Your back pressed into the couch and he held his weight over you as his tongue gained entry to the warmth of your mouth. The air in your lungs replaced with the air in his and his hands grabbed at yours, linking your fingers together and pushing the backs of your palms into the cushions next to your head. 

You panted and hummed, breathing heavily through the nips and sucks to your lips and throat. You angled your hips up to his, wrapping your legs around him and pressing your heels into his backside but Dean didn’t close the distance to give you more friction. He just kept kissing you. 

You separated your hands from his and pawed at his henley. Dean sat up, pulling you with him and letting you push his shirt up his chest. You tugged it over his head and away from his arms, tossing it to the floor next to the couch.

He leaned in to kiss you again but you stopped him with a hand to his chest. The lamp next to you was lit and it was the first time you'd seen him bare chested. You felt the raised skin beneath your fingertips as his chest rose and fell with each breath.

The scar you had only seen the tail end of that night on the beach ran from his collarbone down the left side of his chest and into the waistband of his jeans towards his hip. Dean sighed when he saw the tears in your eyes and reached for his shirt.

"No, wait," you grabbed his hand and settled into his lap, wrapping yourself around him in a tight hug. You rubbed your hands over his shoulder blades feeling a myriad of raised skin, forming other unseen scars that covered his back. Your chin quivered, faced with the irrefutable proof of the pain his father inflicted on him and you let the tears drip onto the skin of his shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I knew what he did to you but somehow I still didn't know."

"It's over, Y/N, he's never going to touch me or Sam ever again. Not even when he gets out of prison. I'll kill him myself before that happens." He said as if he was promising himself.

You went to kiss him again but he turned away and pushed you off of his lap. You sat next to him on the couch and he slipped his shirt back on and rubbed the nape of his neck, then sighed as looked at you.

That look of lust in Dean's eyes was gone and now he was stopping whatever this was between you before it got out of hand. Even if it was the last thing either of you wanted.

"Y/N. My heart will always beat wild for you whenever we're together, but it's also like I can't think rationally when we're close like this. My mind and body are clouded by this fleeting feeling and when it's gone neither of us are going to feel any better about this. And that's exactly why this can't happen now. You're still trying to figure things out and I can't stand in the way of that. You're not done growing yet. So for now, my heart stays here," he tapped the left side of his chest twice, "And I'm not caging it, I'm containing it because if I released it, it would devour you."

"Couples grow together, Dean. Haven't you ever heard of growing old together."

"Couples grow together when the time is right." He brushed the sweat-dampened hair from his face.

"How do we know when the time is right?" You asked. 

"Because it'll be easy... natural.” He explained, cupping your cheek with his palm and running the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone. 

"I want it to be easy now." You said, grabbing his wrist as he pulled his hand away. 

"Trust me, me too. But when we get there, it'll be worth the wait because there will be nothing standing in our way. You'll know it's what you want." He said as if he still wasn't sure you wanted him.

"I know that now. I want you now." If there was one thing you were sure about, it was that. Your feelings for him had only cemented since you were sixteen.

"You think you know that now, Y/N. You're still young." He said like he still saw the girl he'd first met and finally pulled his hand away. 

"Just because I haven't figured out what I want to study doesn't mean I'm a baby. I may never know, Dean." You frowned.

You were more than old enough to know what you wanted in your romantic life. You wanted a man to treat you right like you knew Dean would. He'd proved it time and time again in almost every other way.

"I never said you were a baby. I just want you to take this time to focus on yourself. Be selfish for once. Do you really think it'll be easy to start something now when I live halfway across the country and who knows when we'll get to see each other again." He explained making too much sense for your dopamine soaked brain. "I won't lose you to some meaningless fling when that's the complete opposite of what I want." 

"Maybe, I could go to college here." You thought out loud but you liked the sounds of it.

"Or maybe you could figure out what you want rather than make decisions based on me."

"But, Dean-"

"Y/N, how can I ask you to move here for me and shape your life around me when this is only my home for the now."

"What do you mean?" You asked and sank back into the couch, feeling unwanted.

"Sam wants to transfer to Stanford Law after his degree here in USF. That gives me time to get some work experience and him some time to get to know the closest thing we have left to family. That means three and half years from now California will be our home and I don't know what comes after that. I can’t ask you to move with us, take you away from your family, your home, your friends, interrupt your own studies; that’s not fair to you. Maybe one day, when I can take a breath, when we’re both settled... All I want is you happy.” 

He was right. You had a chance at a life of your own, the only problem was that it wouldn’t include Dean. Not in any physical form anyhow and you were torn, between building a future, and the boy who taught you to care. 

"You make me happy." You decided.

"No. I would make you happy for now but it wouldn't last. You deserve more than that, more than I can give you right now. I plan on changing that, I plan on being the guy that can make your dreams come true, but right now, that's just a fantasy." He explained and shook his head like he could see a future that you couldn't. 

One where you were together, but how long would that take? A fantasy. That's exactly what it felt like, a fantasy, meaning it would never come true. He would just keep waiting and wasting time until it was too late.

You knew you didn't want that.

"You're saying 'right now' a lot but tomorrow never comes, Dean."

"Our tomorrow will." He said with conviction in the greens of his eyes. "Just not today, Y/N, sorry."

"All right...” You sighed when you saw Dean’s pout. The way his eyes pleaded for you to understand and you did. Being open to love took more than just turning a certain age and it wasn’t your time yet. “Okay, it’s okay, Dean, I get it.” You smiled, “Happy Birthday." 

Dean wasn’t ready. You could see he was overwhelmed and he was still figuring things out for himself. He was willing to wait for you two years ago, now you could wait for him. 

You stayed the rest of the month, helping out Dean in the garage with small jobs. Bobby didn’t object even though it probably took you twice the amount of time to change oil as it would if they did it themselves and they had to double check everything you did. Short of retightening a few bolts though, you thought you got the hang of it pretty quick.

When January turned to February and things were starting to get too comfortable, you knew you couldn’t continue to hide in Sioux Falls forever. You had to get back home and take that next step. Otherwise, you were in for a life standing still.

“Y/N, can you come here for a minute?” Dean called from the front door of his apartment.

“Hey,” you walked out from the kitchen, having just put a lasagna in the oven.

Bobby and Jody were coming over for dinner and Sam would be home from class soon. 

“Put your boots and coat on, I’ve got something to show you.” He bit back a beaming smile and raised his brows. 

“What’s this all about?” You asked, dressing in your winter gear.

“You’ll see,” he smirked and pulled your toque down over your eyes like a blindfold.

“Ugh, Dean, I don’t like this.” You said, stretching out your arms to feel around. 

“Two minutes, trust me.” He said, directing you out of the apartment and into the elevator.

You squirmed with his hands on your shoulders as he directed you out into the parking lot, snow crushing under your boots from the storm the night before. You trusted him but you were starting to lose your equilibrium. 

“All right, open your eyes.” Dean said, pulling off your toque to reveal the monstrosity of a truck in front of you; with orange paint the shade of a pumpkin. It was the shop truck you had helped him with your first day here. “Before you say anything, you’ll need wheels to get you home and then to college and anywhere else life takes you. I know you think the paint job is ugly but this truck is safe and reliable and best of all, I won’t worry about you driving it. Well... I’ll worry less.”

You shook your head, “The colour is perfect,” and it was, “And I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“You already have, Y/N. You worked at the garage for no pay.” He said as if a week's pay would've been enough to afford the truck. 

“That was fun and you and I both know that I held you guys up all week.” You said and cocked your head with a shy smile. 

“No, you didn’t. We liked having you there, you boosted our morale, and Bobby and I wanted to do something to show our appreciation.” He said, holding out the keys for you and jingling them. "Please, just let me do this for you." 

You nodded, “I love it.” You launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly around the waist. “Thank you.” You kissed his cheek again and again. 

“Now, next time you visit I won’t have to worry about getting a call from you broken down on the side of the road.” He laughed, hugging you back and resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You won’t because it’s your turn to visit me next time.” 

_________________________

Part 7

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

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Riptide - Chapter 2

Part 3 of the Tidewaters series | Rated E | 7,732 words

The lump of metal they’d hauled into the scrapyard could hardly be called a car. A car has four wheels; this thing did not, the rear wheel on the driver side missing, probably still on the side of the road in Missouri. A car is enclosed; this thing was ripped wide open, its body bent until the metal burst into violent, sharp-edged gashes. A car has an engine that can run; this thing’s guts were in disarray, belts thrown akimbo, hoses detached, their fluids poured out somewhere between the accident site and Sioux Falls. Sudden shame overcame Dean at Sam asking Bobby to get it towed up, because there was no possible way this twisted monstrosity of scrap could be bent back into something useful. He wrenched open the rear drivers’ side door with his left hand, the cast braced against the top of the frame, core tensed to avoid straining the stitches in his gut. It swung out with a groan of grating metal. There, on the back seat, a black-brown blood stain where he’d been sitting. “Half a gallon,” Dad’s specter said from the passenger seat. When Dean looked up, he was twisted around to peer over the bench at the stain. “That’s how much blood a man can lose before he dies.” Dean wondered how much was soaked into that seat. Not enough to kill him, obviously. Unless it was. He stared at Dad. “What did you do?” he whispered. Dad grinned, and then he was gone. His eyes drifted down to the floor of the back seat. The cover had peeled up, half stuck under the front seat. Under it, Dean could see just the edge of a jagged carved ‘W.’ His breath caught in his throat. Carefully, he bent down and peeled the rug up the rest of the way. There, carved into the floor maybe twenty years ago when he and Sam were left unsupervised in the car while Dad ran down a lead, were his and Sam’s initials. Dean pressed his fingertips to the curve of the ‘S.’ Gravel crunched out the sound of footsteps behind him.

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Alton Himes Sentenced to 19 Months Federal Prison

Alton Himes Sentenced to 19 Months in Federal Prison for Bank Larceny SIOUX FALLS, SD (STL.News) United States Attorney Alison J. Ramsdell announced today that U.S. District Judge Karen E. Schreier sentenced a Houston, Texas man convicted of Bank Larceny.  The sentencing took place on May 15, 2023, in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Alton Himes, age 25, was sentenced to 19 months in federal prison, followed by three years of supervised release.  In addition, he was ordered to pay approximately $100,000 in restitution and $100 as a statutorily required special assessment to the Federal Crime Victims Fund. Himes was indicted for Bank Larceny and Transportation of Stolen Money by a federal grand jury in September 2022.  He pleaded guilty to Bank Larceny on March 1, 2023. According to court documents, on December 2, 2021, in the early morning hours, Himes, and his three co-defendants, approached an automated teller machine (ATM) belonging to Dakotaland Federal Credit Union located in Madison, South Dakota.  One of the vehicles that Defendant Himes and his co-defendants were driving at that time was a stolen Ford F-350 pickup truck.  The truck was stolen from a parking lot located on the campus of South Dakota State University in Brookings, South Dakota. Himes and his co-defendants used the stolen truck and towing equipment, including straps and J-hooks, to physically break into the ATM and remove three cash boxes.  After forcefully removing the boxes, Himes and his co-defendants stole the boxes and fled the area in the stolen pickup truck.  They then traveled across state lines with the stolen cash. The ATM was destroyed in the process of the larceny and was deemed a total loss, costing over $30,000 to replace.  The total amount of cash stolen was $32,300, and it belonged to Dakotaland Federal Credit Union. Himes’s co-defendants – Kytorrion Young, Keivon Jones, and Kendrick Kennedy – knowingly participated with Himes in carrying out bank larceny.  Each is awaiting sentencing. This case was investigated by the FBI.  Assistant U.S. Attorney Jeremy R. Jehangiri prosecuted the case. Himes was remanded to the custody of the U.S. Marshals Service to continue serving his sentence. SOURCE: U.S. Department of Justice Read the full article

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[seancekitsch]

the tape: eddie munson x reader! part 2

part 1 here

summary: eddie goes to your show

Eddie makes sure he’s on time, early even, for the Corner fucking Thursday this week. With his best friend Gareth Emerson in tow, he practically stomps over to the bar and orders a round for them.

“Didn’t think I’d see you stray from the Hideout,” Gareth teases, gladly accepting the beer placed in front of him. Everything the Hideout was for local bands and bikers, the Corner was for the weird and wild. It isn’t situated in Hawkins proper, more like fifteen minutes into the next town. The rumor was that actual famous bands sometimes played secret shows here, but no one he knew had actually been to one to confirm this. Truthfully, Eddie’s been trying to get Corroded Coffin a set here for years, but the owner is extremely picky on who he books. It only says more about this band that they play here consistently. Something they do has to wow the owner.

“Had to see what this Say Ten Mistress stuff is all about,” Eddie replies, trying to stay cool. In reality, he’s been practically bouncing since Robin showed him the tape. Replaying it over and over until he was sure Wayne knew all the lyrics too. Something about the voice of that front woman just scratched this itch he didn’t know he had, unlocked something fierce inside him.

“Oh shit man, That’s what this is about? They’re good,” Gareth takes a sip, “Their drummer is a really cool dude, and that singer of theirs has kind of like a satanic Siouxie Sioux kind of vibe going—“

“You listen to Siouxie Sioux?” Eddie interrupts, scoffing.

“Dude, Kristen listens to her every time I give her a ride. It’s actually kinda good when you get used to it.”

Ah, Kristen, he should have known. Gareth’s Irish twin, his younger sister born just ten and a half months after the brunette. She’s like if you took courageous Nancy Wheeler, dialed her volume up to twelve, and added a hefty dose of man-hating into the mix. An ultra-feminist who still somehow snagged a spot on the cheer team in some crazy paradoxical event, and one of Eddie favorite people.

“And what does Kristen have to say about this band?” Eddie presses, caring about what the high schooler thinks.

“They’re in her radar, but she still prefers Chrissie Hynde more. Her and Y/n, uh, the singer, have smoked a few times.”

God dammit, Eddie thinks, does everyone cool in this town know this band except for him?

They change the subject to Corroded Coffin pretty quickly after that, with Eddie suggesting they do another Dio cover and Gareth suggesting The Misfits or something because the weather was starting to turn for fall and it might be fun and seasonal. Eddie surprisingly doesn’t hate the idea, and briefly ponders if Y/n likes the Misfits, but doesn’t voice that to Gareth.

Eddie is about to respond when a strum of a guitar interrupts him. The lights switch from their normal spotlights to red, casting the entire room in a bloody glow. So far only the guitarist is onstage, and he looks like if that one guy from Dune went goth with a frilly black shirt and more jewelry than even Eddie wears. Slowly, the rest of the band takes the stage. The drummer that Gareth thinks is cool, and Eddie sees why, he’s exactly Gareth’s type. The bassist is next, a woman, tall and dressed like Vampira, corset and all. They all start to play and the music swells, almost coming to a head before Y/n steps onto the stage. Satanic Patti Smith as a description does not do you justice. Eddie thinks he’s in love before the woman even opens her mouth, as she’s dressed in all leather and chains like a heavy metal wet dream.

You open your mouth, and it’s all over for Eddie Munson.

The set starts with the last song from the tape, clearly a warning to all the normal people in the crowd that pleasantries about Indiana would not serve here. You command the stage, stalking the audience like prey at one moment and crooning to them like a lover the next. Eddie’s never seen anything like it, and Gareth is lightly head banging along while he sips his beer.

The next song is a cover of The Birthday Party’s Release the Bats. How fucking apt, Eddie thinks, as he rubs one of the scars from the Demobats that sits on his shoulder. The band goes hard with this one, even the Vampira bassist cracking her cool demeanor to rock out and work her face into a snarl as she plucks her strings. You’re on the ground on the stage, screaming out the lyrics to the song as if you actually are commanding an army of psycho bats and sex vampires. Eddie can just hear Wayne’s voice in the back of his head calling this ‘slightly vulgar’ as you punctuate a line with a thrust of your hips, but Eddie’s so into it.

As that song ends, you take a pause instead of jumping right into the next song and stand up to gather yourself and get a sip of your drink. Wine, from what Eddie can tell. Gareth says something about getting the next round and walks off but Eddie’s barely paying attention to him.

He gets why you guys got this spot and Corroded Coffin didn’t. You’re about evenly matched with talent, but your stage presence is so hypnotic he’s still not sure if you’re actually a siren. People don’t talk over Say 10 Mistress’ set like they do Corroded Coffin.

“I just wanna say thank you to all the new faces out here tonight,” your soft voice floats into the mic, “Especially the guys of Corroded Coffin over there, your stuff rules.”

And you say it like you mean it.

Eddie stiffens, his entire spine freezing in place. You knew his music. You knew of him. You liked his stuff. You recognized them in a crowd. Gareth bumps him back into reality, handing him another can of beer and cheering at the praise as you and your band start up into the next song. Eddie, as if in a trance, zeroes in on nothing but the stage, slowly bringing himself through the crowd to get closer and dragging his best friend along with him.

The next two songs go by almost too quickly, and it’s suffocating being so close to you. You do that Cramps cover again and then an original about some female subject who only dates ‘monsters’ literally. He can only, in some extremely corny part of his mind, hope it’s autobiographical and you can widen that dating pool to include ‘freaks’ too.

“Alright this is our last song, it requires some set up,” The guitarist announces, red lighting switching back to the regular spotlights. You, the drummer, and the bassist set up a table with objects Eddie can’t really see from this angle.

And then the first song of yours he ever heard starts to play, and you step back into the spotlights.

Lyrics about love that really Eddie’s never cared for now sound like the most interesting thing ever. He knows what the song is actually about, but he can’t help but wonder if you’ve actually written them from some place of your own personal devotion. Do you have someone? Can he be that someone? Fuck, he didn’t expect to be struck like this so quickly. He’s getting ahead of himself.

As the lyrics start to change, he notices something. Somewhere along the the way, each member of the band has put a fake dagger between their teeth except for you.

The guitarist pulls his from his mouth and starts to recite the incantation, pausing only to mime stabbing their singer with the dagger, fake blood actually dripping. The screams from the tape start up, prerecorded probably to save those lovely vocal chords of yours, and you stumble towards the bassist while the incantation continues. You do charades, begging for help, and she only smiles and mimes stabbing you as well. The music builds again, more intense, now becoming a wall of sound that blasts through the room. More fake blood, more prerecorded screams.

You make your way to the drummer, now pretending to stumble harder, really making a fuckin meal of your acting. Eddie is entranced, and he pulls a smirking Gareth even closer to the stage.

The drummer leans into the microphone near his kit.

“I thought sacrifices had to be virgins?” he jokes.

Without missing a beat, the guitarist pauses his incantation to respond.

“In a town like this? You take what you can.”

Both men share a laugh before the drummer hits hard on the snare and fake stabs you a third and final time. You drop to your knees before turning back to the audience, make up smeared with fake blood and mascara now. You crawl downstage on your hands and knees, until you reach the edge.

You look straight at Eddie now, reaching out your hand and mouthing ‘help’. Eddie meekly reaches back, just before you fake collapse.

The guitarist finishes his recitation, and all of the music fades. The crowd seems stunned, silent at first.

And then you peel up from your spot on the ground, smiling and giggling as you dust yourself off.

“We are Say Ten Mistress, thank you goodnight!” You shout quickly into the mic, before bouncing offstage, probably to wash the fake blood off before it dried and stained your skin.

Eddie stays frozen in place as if mesmerized as the rest of the band packs up and starts to cart all of their equipment offstage. What the fuck had he just witnessed?

“Good right?” Gareth shatters his haze. He’s smiling like he knows a secret, something Eddie doesn’t know. It’s teasing and smug and Eddie knows that look well.

“Good?” Eddie scoffs, “That was fucking magnificent!”

Gareth laughs, and then finishes his beer.

“Well their drummer Bill asked if we wanted to kick it after the show, you in?”

That’s what Eddie didn’t know. Your band knew he’d be in the crowd. This was a set up. Maybe partly for Gareth too but definitely for Eddie. What a crafty little shit, he thinks.

“Now why’s it take you so long to say that? What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

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No place to stay

Title: No place to stay

Square Filled for @spndeanbingo​​: Meet Cute

Square Filled for @j3bingo​​​: Stranded

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Summary: Stranded on a deserted road, you meet a lonely young man.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Rating: Teen

Warnings: angst, creepy guy, language, sadness, loneliness, meet cute, fluff, John Winchester being an A+ parent

Words: 2,6 k

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A lonely road in the dead of the night. Only you, your slowly dying phone, and your car. Stranded without a chance to call someone as there is no fucking signal out here in the middle of nowhere. 

“Just great, dad,” you kick the wheel of your car, cursing under your breath. “I told you I need to bring it to a mechanic. But no, you ordered a new car arriving in a month.”

It’s dark, you are freezing and the approaching headlights of a car slowing down to park behind you send shivers down your spine. You don’t know if the man killing the engine of his car is a Samaritan, a suburban dad wanting to help you, or a serial killer.

Either way, he makes you nervous as he turns off the headlights before opening the door. You bite your lip, nervously glancing at your phone again. Still no signal, great.

“Evening, sweetie,” damn, not a suburban dad but the kind of guy giving you the creeps stands in front of you before you can blink. “Can I help you with something?”

“No, but thank you. My boyfriend will be back in a minute. He just called me,” you try to keep the fear out of your voice. “His brother will tow my car, Sir. Thank you for stopping to help me, though.”

You pray the man will buy your lie and just leave you alone but no such luck. “Sweetie, let me help you. I can have a look at your engine while we wait for your…boyfriend.” He smirks, knowingly.

“It’s fine, really…” you take a step back as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek. “I told you my boyfriend will be here in a minute.”

“Aw, you are cute. So much fear in your eyes and—” the man huffs as someone clears his throat behind him.

“Do we have a problem here?” another man steps toward you, dropping his backpack on his way. “Sweetheart, are you alright? I told you to wait inside. My brother will be here any moment.” The man must’ve heard what you told the creep and plays along. “Thank you for offering your help, Sir.” The young man steps in front of you to shield you with his body while sizing the other man up. “But I’m back and you can be on your way…home.”

“Anytime,” the other man replies, looking over your protector's shoulder to glance at you one last time. “You shouldn’t leave your sweet girl out here, all alone.”

“She’s got a gun to kill anyone threatening her,” you chuckle at the man’s demeanor. He cocks his head, looks the creep up and down. “I got one too. Self-defense and all, Sir. Now, you should drive and leave my girl to me.”

“Sure,” the creep makes his way back toward his car, muttering under his breath while your protector gets a piece of paper out of his pocket to note the creep’s license plate.

You are still shaking when the creep drives past your car, leaving you and the man saving you by. “You okay?” the man finally turns around. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” you sniff. “It was stupid to get out of the car. I should’ve known this road is not safe.”

“I can have a look at your car,” the man offers. “I don’t wanna scare you, okay. Name’s Dean and you can sit in your car and lock it if you want to. I’ll have a look at the engine and will be gone in a blink.”

“Y/N,” you hold out your hand, smiling softly as Dean shakes your hand. He’s shaking too, from the cold, not out of fear. His hands are ice-cold, and you wonder if he walked along the road for longer than a mile. “Where did you come from?”

“Madison,“ he shrugs as your mouth falls open. “I want to visit an old friend in Sioux Falls. I walked along the road and then I had to…you know, call of nature. I heard you talk to the guy and thought you are in trouble.”

“Sioux Falls? That’s almost fifty-three miles, Dean! You can’t walk that far! Where is your car? How did you get to Madison?” he drops his gaze, shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn’t want to be rude.”

“I had a bad fight with my dad. He told me to get lost and left me at the motel, not looking back. I had to check out after two more nights. You know, I had hoped he’ll come back to pick me up,” Dean walks toward the hood. “Can you open the hood for me? I’ll have a look at your car and be gone.”

“Oh, okay,” you get back inside your car to open the hood, sighing deeply. Dean looks like he’s freezing and hasn’t eaten for a few days. He must’ve walked almost ten miles so far and you bet, he’s tired too. “So, Dean.”

“Yeah,” he calls from under the hoods as he has a look at your car. “I live not so far away. I could take you with me to the next town. That’s the least I can do.”

“I don’t know if you want a stranger in your car, sweetheart,” Dean says. He hums, before he asks you to start the engine. Your car roars to life and you squeal, happily clap your hands.

“All done,” he grins, running his hands over his already dirty pants. “If you still want to give me a ride, I’ll gladly agree.”

“Jump in,” you gesture toward the passenger seat, “and don’t forget your backpack. It’s Christmas and I won’t leave you out here, in the cold.”

“Thank you,” Dean picks his backpack up to put it in the backseat. 

You drive for another hour before you stop in front of your apartment complex. Dean is fast asleep.

You talked for a while. Mostly about his brother Sam. He seemed to be sad he won’t be able to spend Christmas with his brother, or his father.

Dean seems to be the kind of person used to being alone or not celebrating anything. He’s not like the other guys you met before. Dean is different, and you can see a deep sadness in his eyes he ever so often tries to cover with a joke or a cocky grin.

“We are there, Dean,” you carefully touch his shoulder, shrieking as he wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging harshly you. “DEAN!!”

“Sorry, I—” he shakes the sleep off, gasping as his hand is still wrapped around your wrist. “I had a nightmare.”

“It’s fine. We are there,” Dean lets go of your wrist to look out of the window. 

“That’s not the next town,” he says. “What are we doing here?”

“I thought you want to spend the rest of Christmas Eve with me,” biting your lower lip you look at Dean. “I know we don’t know each other, but we are both alone and I wanted to order food and watch nonsense on TV. You could join me, have a shower, a bed for the night, and food before you visit your friend.”

“A shower sounds like heaven,” he gives you a pained smile. “Y/N, are you sure you want me around? I got no money to pay you back.”

“Dean, you are invited. You saved me tonight and repaired my car,” you grasp for his hand to squeeze it tightly. “I know how it feels to be left alone on Christmas.”

“You do?” he furrows his brows. “Why would anyone leave you all alone, Y/N? You look like…” he bites his tongue. Your car, your clothes and your style, screams rich parents, and he doesn’t want to mess things up with you.

“My parents, they are successful,” nodding Dean listens to you. “But it comes with a price. They were barely around. I spent my birthday, Christmas, and so on with other people. Just like this Christmas. Dad promised that they’ll be around for Christmas this year, only for them to leave once again…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, glancing down at his dirty clothes. “I should be on my way. You don’t want to spend your Christmas with someone like me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I want to, Dean. Now get out of the car, grab your backpack and follow me…”

“Bathroom is upstairs, first door to the right. The next room is my guest room. You can have it,” you explain as Dean dares not to look around your penthouse. 

He already knew you must be wealthy, but your home looks like it comes straight out of one of those magazines he pretends not to read. 

“I-uh. Thank you,” Dean stammers. He awkwardly glances at the huge sofa and the flat TV monstrosity your father bought you. 

“I’ll order food. What do you want? I wanted to have some pizza, but you can have whatever you want, Dean.”

“Pizza would be great,” his stomach growls loudly and you try to act as if you didn’t hear it. 

“Which sort?” you ask.

“It’s your place, so…” he shrugs. “I’m not picky.”

“You are my guest, Dean. I want to know which sort you prefer.”

“Anything but pineapple,” you laugh as he makes a face. “Pineapple on a pizza is a crime. No discussion.”

“I agree. Oh, if you need fresh clothes in the wardrobe in my guestroom are spare clothes from my elder brother. They should fit you; I think,” he silently nods, giving you a soft smile. 

“Whoa, that’s one big shower,” Dean sits on your sofa, grinning. “The pressure is awesome.”

“Good thing you came home with me, huh?” you place two boxes of pizza onto the coffee table. “I ordered extra cheese for you.”

“Awesome,” he greedily shoves a slice of pizza into his mouth, groaning as he chews audibly. “This is the best pizza I ever ate.”

“It’s from my favorite restaurant,” watching Dean eat you realize two things. He hasn’t eaten enough in days, and he makes the cutest noises. “I got pie too.”

“Pie?” he almost chokes on his food. “You got pie? Uh, can we eat some pie later too?” 

“Of course, we can, Dean. I thought you could help me eat the pie and tell me if you like it,” feeling brave you scoot a little closer to Dean to look him up and down. “I got candy canes too. Do you want some? I just love them.”

He changed into a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt belonging to your brother. His hair is still damp, and you are mesmerized by the freckles all over his face.

“Thank you for spending Christmas with me, Y/N.”

“You know, I had hoped you want to stay a little longer than tonight. We could spend the rest of Christmas together if you want to, Dean. If you don’t want to leave, I can help you find a job in town. You are a natural with cars and could easily work as a mechanic,” he wrinkles his forehead, thinking hard about your offer. “Shit, I didn’t want to be too pushy. I only wanted to offer my help.”

“Dad didn’t even call for weeks. I lied, you know. He left me weeks ago. I could be dead, and he wouldn’t care,” you listen to Dean’s rant, giving him a soft smile as he looks at his phone again. “But Sammy called. He left a message.”

“My parents didn’t call,” looking around your living room you sigh deeply. “You know, this apartment, my clothes, or expensive furniture do not help me forget that my parents never had time for me. Not now, not ever.”

“Your home is nice, though,” Dean comments, making you feel like the most horrible person ever. “Warm and cozy. And the shower is great.”

“You love my shower, huh?” Dean grins, nodding eagerly. “How about you think about my offer? No pressure. I was looking for a roommate for a while and now, I got one who can take care of my car if I need him to.”

You spend the rest of the night talking, joking and eating. Even if Dean will leave tomorrow, he made your Christmas happier.

“Merry Christmas,” Dean walks into the living room to hand you a package, wrapped in newspaper. “I didn’t have the time to buy you something, but I thought you’ll like it.”

“Dean, you didn’t have to,” you open the package, smiling softly as your eyes land on the red plaid he wrapped for you. 

“I-I only wore it twice and I saw you like plaids,” he stammers. “It’s nothing special and you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to.”

“It’s perfect,” standing on tiptoes you kiss his cheek. “I got something for you too. Only if you want it.”

Dean looks at the package in your hand, sniffing as it’s been ages since he got a present for Christmas. He hastily rips the package open, gasping as a brand-new plaid and keys fall out of the package.

“I called a friend. She works at a boutique and bought it for me,” you watch Dean look at the plaid with teary eyes. “The keys are for my apartment. If you want to stay, keep them.”

“Sweetheart, I—” pressing your index finger to his lips you shake your head.

“If you want to go and come back one day, keep them too, Dean,” this time he nods as he presses the keys to his heart. “Oh, and your phone rang while you were in the showers.”

“Okay…let me check my phone and we can have breakfast…”

“Seriously? You forgot it’s Christmas, Sir?” Dean growls into his phone. He tries to not talk too loudly, but you can still hear him. “You left me weeks ago at that motel. I had no money, no food, and no place to stay.”

The conversation goes on, but you don’t want to spy on Dean. You silently leave the room, to take care of breakfast for you and Dean.

“You promised this life would end if we found the thing killing mom, but you broke that promise too. Sammy was right to leave,” he ends the call, cursing under his breath. “I won’t come back. This life is over for me…”

A few days later, New Year’s Eve, …

“Happy New Year, Dean,” you clink glasses with your new roommate, giggling as he gives you a cocky smirk. “So, what will you do with this brand-new year?”

“I found a job in town,” he raises his glass. “Sam finally agreed to meet up with me and we talked things out.” This time you raise your glass. “He helped me get my car from Bobby’s place. You know the one my dad dumped.”

“That’s great, Dean.”

“What about you, Y/N? What will you change this year?” he asks.

“I called my parents, telling them they can’t buy my love. Luckily I got a well-paid job and a roommate and won’t need their money,” bumping your hips into Dean’s, you smirk. “I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.”

“I think so too.”

Dean wraps his arm around you, standing close to you on your balcony to watch the fireworks illuminate the night sky. 

He smiles to himself, feeling at peace for what feels like ages. Sam is back in his life and for the first time, Dean will be selfish and take the chance and find a place to stay.

The truth is, he already found it. He will never leave your home. Or he will, but only to move into your shared home, to have a family of his own.

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