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Dream Warriors Chapter 4

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 4

Summary: Sam and the reader discuss her dreams. Dean and the reader make some progress on the case and their relationship.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other original characters

Word Count: 3,700

Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, angst

Read Chapter 3 here.

You and Sam both continue to stare at your perfectly healed hands. All traces of the burns were now gone. You look up at Sam, tears stinging your eyes.

“You saw that, right?? I’m not going crazy. You saw that too,” you practically beg. He nods his head slowly, trying to process what he’d just witnessed.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” He asks. You shake your head quickly, looking back at your hands.

“I wish I knew,” you mumble. You flex your hands slowly, wiggling your fingers as well. “I’ve been having these dreams. We thought it was just stress from the miscarriage and due date but now…”

“Dreams?” Sam asks, watching you closely. You look up at him and nod.

“It’s all so normal. No monsters. Our families are alive. Dean and I are very clearly in love but I married someone else who’s been cheating on me. You finished school and you’re getting married to Jessica,” you tell him. He frowns a little more and nods. “When I’m there, when I’m in the dreams, all of this is just a dream. A dream I hardly pay attention to. And it all feels real, holding my daughter feels real.”

“The burns?” He asks, cutting his eyes to your hands.

“I went to get a pie from the oven in a rush and forgot potholders,” you explain. He nods again then shrugs his shoulders.

“Okay, ugh…normally, I’d agree that it’s just your subconscious but…” He trails off and you nod. “What are you thinking? A spell? A djinn maybe?” He asks as he makes his way back to his laptop. You frown, pulling your knees into your chest.

“I don’t know what to think, Sam,” you tell him. He nods and starts to type on his computer. You sit in silence for a moment before looking around. “Where’s Dean?”

“Went to talk to the sheriff again,” he says, picking up John’s journal. You roll your eyes, throwing the blankets off of yourself.

“The sheriff isn’t going to talk to him. Why didn’t he wake me?” You ask as you move to your bag. You open it to find that Dean had taken your fed clothes last night and put them away neatly.

“He wanted to let you sleep as much as possible. You really scared him last night,” he says. You stop what you’re doing and look at him, confused. “When you heard that baby crying?”

“That was Ella,” you say. He raises an eyebrow in question and you sigh, looking back into your bag. “My daughter. I mean – the baby in my dreams.” Sam frowns as he watches you.

“Y/N, she isn’t real,” he reminds you. Rolling your eyes, you rise to your feet, clothes in hand.

“I told you, Sam. When I’m in the dreams, she’s the realest thing in the world. I’d give my life for her in a heartbeat,” you tell him. He nods slightly.

“Well try not to do that. Minor injuries may heal but dying?” He asks. You frown and nod, turning for the bathroom. “Want me to call Dean?”

“I’m not gonna tell him,” you inform Sam before closing the door behind you. You hear his chair scrape the floor before he approaches the door.

“What do you mean you aren’t telling him?” He asks. Sighing, you begin to change clothes.

“He’s already worried about me enough. I’m not giving him more reason to,” you call through the door to him.

“Y/N, something is hurting you in your dreams. That’s not something you should hide from him,” he says. You finish buttoning up your shirt and pull the door open again.

“Please. We can figure this out. Me and you,” you plead with him. He shakes his head slightly, conflicted.

“Nothing good ever comes from any of us keeping secrets, Y/N. You tell us that all the time,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest. You reach out and place your hands on his arms gently.

“Sam, I’m begging you. Just…one day. Let’s see what we can find in one day and if we don’t get anything or if things get worse tonight, then I’ll tell him,” you say. You bite your lip, waiting for his response. A car door closes from just outside the room and your pleading look turns to panic. “Sam, please.”

“Okay. Fine. One day,” he relents, turning back towards his table in the corner. You let out a sigh as the door to the room opens and Dean steps in. He’s got three cups of coffee and a white bag in his hands. He smiles widely when he sees you.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty finally woke up,” he teases, setting the breakfast he’d picked up down on the table. Sam takes one of the coffees and looks into the bag.

“Find anything out?” He asks, pulling a glazed donut from the bag. Dean picks up the other two cups and starts towards you.

“Well, they finally got an ID on one of the victims. Monica Lester. Married. From a town about an hour east of here,” he informs you both. He holds one of the cups out to you and you smile a little, taking it. You thank him and he winks at you before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sheriff Anderson has so graciously agreed to let me do the notification.”

“I’ll go with you,” you tell him before taking a drink from the coffee. He frowns at you and shakes his head.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. The man just lost the woman he loved and their unborn baby, Y/N,” he says. You sigh and nod, walking over to the table.

“And if anyone can understand at least part of that, it’s us,” you tell him as you reach into the bag yourself.

“Yea, just part of it, sure,” Dean mumbles, rising to his feet. You look at him quickly.

“What?” You ask. He smiles a little and shakes his head, walking over as well.

“Sammy, you good to stay back and keep digging?” He asks. Sam glances between the two of you before nodding.

“Yea, I’m fine,” he says. You give him a pointed look and he nods his head once. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

The two of you load into the front seat of the Impala and begin the hour-long drive to the first victim’s house. The ride is quiet, neither of you saying much at all. The invisible wall between you, that you had just started to believe could be torn down, now seemed to be reinforced and even bigger somehow. Dean parks the car on the curb in front of the house and the two of you look over at it.

“You sure about this?” Dean asks. You look over at him.

“Oh, now you’re talking to me again?” You ask. He stares at you for a moment, seemingly stunned. “Yes, I’m sure. Come on.” Pushing the door open a bit too violently, you climb out of the car and slam the door. Dean gets out quickly and rushes around.

“I don’t know why you’re mad at me, but you don’t have to take it out on the car,” he says, fixing his tie. You stop in your tracks halfway across the yard. Dean gets only a few steps ahead of you before stopping and looking back.

“I just wish you’d talk to me,” you tell him. He shakes his head, taking a step towards you.

“Talk to you? Y/N, I try to talk to you all the time. You shut me down,” he huffs, exasperation clear on his face. You stare at him before walking to the front door quickly. “See??”

“We’re on a job, Dean,” you insist, reaching for the doorbell. He grabs your hand before you can make contact with the button, holding on to you tight.

“Y/N,” he pleads. You pull your hand away from his and press the button, hearing the bell ring inside. Footsteps quickly approach the door and Dean straightens up, reaching into his coat pocket as you do the same. The door opens and a man, around the same age as you and Dean, looks between you.

“Chris Lester?” Dean asks. The man nods, panic quickly spreading across his face. “We’re with the FBI. Agents Wayne and Prince. Could we speak with you?”

“Oh God,” he prays, voice trembling. You reach out and place a comforting hand on his arm.

“We should sit down,” you tell him. He nods his head slightly before turning to lead the way. You two follow and Dean pushes the door closed, glancing around the house. Mr. Lester leads the two of you into what seems to be the living room of the house. He sits on the edge of an arm chair as you and Dean take seats on the couch. The man leans forward and wrings his hands nervously.

“Is this about Monica?” He asks. You glance at Dean and he sighs, looking down at his own hands.

“Mr. Lester, we’re sorry to have to inform you but…your wife’s body was found three days ago about an hour from here,” Dean tells him.

Chris’ face falls slowly as each word is processed. You can see the moment his heart breaks in his eyes. He slumps forward with a wail and Dean quickly reaches out, catching him. You allow Mr. Lester a few minutes with his grief before Dean speaks to him again.

“I know it’s hard but we need you to answer a few questions so we can catch whoever did this.” Chris nods and slowly moves himself back into the chair. Dean sits back on the couch and straightens his jacket.

“Can we get you anything?” You ask. Chris shakes his head and wipes at his cheeks.

“No. You, ummm, you have questions?” He asks, voice still thick with tears. You nod and look at Dean.

“Do you know of anyone who would want to hurt your wife?” He questions. Chris shakes his head, looking at his hands.

“No one. Monica is…” He stops and swallows back more tears. “She was an amazing woman. Everyone loved her. What happened?” You frown and shake your head.

“We’ll spare you the details for now but it doesn’t appear that she suffered,” you tell him. He nods slightly, running his hands over his face.

“Why would someone do this?” He asks, starting to lose it again. Dean reaches out, placing a comforting hand on Chris’ shoulder.

“It’s not going to make sense. No matter what we find out. Believe me. I know how you feel,” he tells him. Chris looks up at him and you bite your lip, looking down at your hands. “About three months ago, my girlfriend went to the store. Broad daylight in a crowded parking lot, a man stabbed her. She was six months pregnant. I lost them both that day.” You look at Dean quickly, fighting back tears. Chris shakes his head slightly. Before you can say anything, the sound of little feet running causes you all to sit up straight.

“Daddy.” A little girl, about four or five, runs into the room. “Who are you?” She asks, looking between you and Dean. Chris wipes at his eyes before forcing a smile.

“They’re friends,” he tells her. You put on your best smile before rising and walking over to her.

“My name’s Y/N. What’s yours?” You ask, kneeling down in front of her. She smiles back at you widely.

“Claire,” she says. Your smile widens a little.

“I have a friend named Claire,” you tell her. “Could you show me your room?” She nods quickly and takes your hand, pulling on it. She leads you up the stairs and into an adorably decorated princess bedroom where she immediately runs over to her dollhouse.

You take a seat at a little tea table in the corner where you spend the next several minutes being introduced to a number of dolls. This is immediately followed by a Barbie fashion show, Claire showing off all of her outfits. While you smile and laugh at the young girl, you can’t help but think back to what Dean had said. I lost them both that day. It felt like the final nail in the coffin that now held your relationship.

After a few minutes, a gentle knock at the door draws your attention. It opens and Chris steps into the room, a sad smile on his face. He tells you that Dean is outside and you say goodbye to Claire before going downstairs. Stepping out onto the porch, you find Dean in the yard on his phone, presumably with Sam.

“Yea, sounds good. We’ll see you later,” he says before hanging up. He drops his phone back into his coat pocket. “He’s got the names of the other two victims. They’re from the same town the opposite direction so he’s gonna go see their families.” You nod slightly and cross your arms, looking down. “Y/N…”

“I’m not dead, you know,” you cut him off. He scoffs a laugh causing you to look up.

“Yea, I know. Do you?” He asks. You stare at him, stunned. “I tried talking to you in the car and you were practically catatonic. You’re mourning. I get that. I am too. But I’m not the one doing the pushing.” You shake your head slightly.

“I’m not…”

“You are! You flinch away from my touch. You barely speak to me. I want to hold you again. I want to kiss you again. I want to make love to you again. And if you aren’t ready for that yet, that’s fine. I get that. But…tell me what I need to do to fix this,” he pleads. You shake your head again, fighting back a sob, and move to walk past him. He reaches out, catching your elbow. “Y/N, talk to me!” You spin to face him, jerking your arm from his grasp.

“Get mad!!” You snap at him, shoving at his chest. He stumbles a step back. “You never got mad!!”

“I’m mad as hell. If you’d seen what I did to that demon when I found him…” He trails off and you wipe at your eyes quickly.

“Not at the demon, Dean!! Get mad at me!! Blame me!! It was my fault!!” You scream at him through your sobs. He stares at you, wide eyed, and shakes his head. “It was. I was her mother and I should have protected her better.”

“Sweetheart, I could never blame you for that. If anyone’s to blame, it’s me,” he says, reaching out for you.

“No, you’re not!! You weren’t even there!!” You insist as he gently takes your arms in his hands.

“Exactly. If I hadn’t been out on a hunt, if I had been home with you, I could have stopped him and we’d have our baby right now,” he says. You shake your head as you stare at him, bewildered.

“That’s ridiculous. We agreed you’d continue to hunt,” you tell him. He nods slightly, slowly pulling you closer to him.

“What’s even more ridiculous is you thinking I could or should blame you. From the day you found out you were pregnant, you were in full mom-mode. And it was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. You stopped hunting, stopped drinking, stopped eating junk. You were already an amazing mom and she wasn’t even here yet,” he says, his voice soft and calming. His arms hesitantly and slowly wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Your firsts clench at the lapels of his jacket, as though you’re clinging on for dear life. “Let me fix it,” he pleads. A sob breaks through as you bury your face in his chest. Dean’s chin comes to rest on top of your head as he holds you close, rubbing circles into your back.

The two of you stand in that same spot, clinging on to one another, for what feels like forever. Your sobs eventually begin to subside and Dean’s arms loosen enough for you to look up at him. His lips brush your forehead and you feel yourself smile.

“Sam’s out for a little while. What do you say we go back to the room and talk some more?” He asks, looking down at you. You nod, wiping at your cheek.

“I like the sound of that,” you tell him. He smiles a little and leaves one arm around your waist as he pulls you to the waiting Impala. He opens the door for you and you slide in all the way to the middle.

After closing the door, Dean goes around and slips into the driver’s seat. He looks at you and smiles widely as you wrap your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder. His hands come to rest on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly as he sets out for the motel again.

The ride back is quiet again but a different, comfortable silence. You stay tucked into Dean’s side, holding on tight to his arm as he drives. Occasionally, he turns and places a kiss on top of your head. Each time, you respond with a kiss to his shoulder. For the first time in a long time, things actually begin to feel right again.

Back at the motel, you take a seat on the edge of the bed you’re sharing and watch as he makes his way around the room. He removes his suit jacket and lays it across the back of a chair before starting to loosen his tie. You smile as you watch the muscles in his shoulders through the tight dress shirt he’s wearing. You’re on your feet before you have a chance to second guess yourself. Slowly, you wrap your arms around him from behind. He tenses up for only a split second before relaxing in your arms. Standing on your toes, you press a kiss against his shoulder blade.

“I love you,” you whisper into the fabric of his shirt. His fingers ghost over your arms before he turns to face you. You pull your arms in between the two of you now, your hands resting on his firm chest. He caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers before quickly closing the distance between you. Your lips move together in unison as he grips at your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

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Later in the afternoon, you’re lying on top of Dean, your arms crossed over his bare chest as you watch him. He smiles at you sleepily and you can’t help but laugh.

“Wear you out?” You ask. He shakes his head, his hands running over your exposed back slowly.

“Nah, I’m good,” he says. You smile as you watch him for a moment. He reaches up and pushes your hair behind your ear gently.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away,” you apologize. He smiles a little and shakes his head.

“We’re gonna be okay, Sweetheart,” he assures you. You nod slightly before stretching up and catching his lips with yours once more. He smiles in the kiss and threads his fingers into your hair.

The door opens suddenly and you pull away from Dean with squeak as Sam comes into the room.

“Hey – come on, guys!!” He says, turning his back quickly. Dean smirks at you as you scramble to pull the sheet across your chest. “I asked if you wanted a separate room for a reason.”

“Calm down, Sammy. What ya got?” Dean asks, pushing himself up in the bed. Sam glances over his shoulder slowly to make sure you’re covered before turning to face the two of you again.

“I’ve got a pretty solid lead on the Manananggal,” he says, handing Dean a brochure. You look over his shoulder at it and frown.

“That’s just a Lamaze class, Sam,” you tell him. Dean nods slightly, opening the pamphlet.

“Yea, Y/N and I were looking into some,” he says. Sam nods quickly.

“Exactly. What better place for a monster to find pregnant women than a class for pregnant women? I checked and all the victims attended this class at least once,” he says. Dean hands the pamphlet back to him then leans over the side of the bed, picking his previously discarded jeans up.

“Worth a shot. You coming?” He asks, looking at you as he pulls them back on. You bite your lip before shaking your head.

“I don’t think that would be a good place for me right now,” you tell him. Relief washes over him before he rises from the bed and rushes to the bathroom. You watch him go before looking at Sam. “Did you find anything?” You ask him quietly. He shakes his head, frowning.

“Nothing yet,” he tells you. You frown as well and nod, looking down at your hands. The memories of the burns come back to you. “If you go to sleep, just be careful, okay?”

“Yea,” you say, nodding slightly. Dean comes back out of the bathroom a few minutes later, fully dressed in his usual plaid and jacket combo. He smiles at you before giving you a quick kiss.

“We’ll be back. Get some rest,” he says. You smile your best and nod.

“Just be careful,” you tell him. He kisses you one more time before following Sam out the door and to the car. You fall back onto the mattress with a heavy sigh and run your hands over your face before pulling the blankets up around yourself. Your hands slips down to your stomach and you feel the scar. You know it’s real. The pain and grief. The love you have for Dean. It’s all real.

“This is real,” you repeat to yourself over and over, a steady mantra as you drift off to sleep in the late evening.

“This is real,” you mumble as your eyes open to the darkness of the very early morning. Your hand still on your stomach, you feel the smooth skin before sitting up and looking around Dean’s bedroom. “This is real,” you tell yourself, looking at the bandages on your hands.

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Unlikely Places

Request: Hi! I love your work! Can you do a ABO? One where the reader is Beta, and Dean Alpha, and she’s his true mate/soulmate, but they don’t know it, and he gets possessive and goes into almost a feral rut where he tries to claim, and it almost kills her but Sam and Rowena save her and give Dean his Omega back? You come up with the plot because you’re amazing at that!! Please! I’d be forever in your debt!

A/N: This is the first time i have ever written ABO in the context. So please take it easy of me if some of the information isn’t isn’t normal ABO dynamic, or isn’t necessarily something seen in specific AU’s before! This is not a series, just a one shot! As always feedback is golden. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a little nervous about posting this one. It’s the most “Non-Con” I have ever written, and it took me weeks to get this written out in a way that I thought might be acceptable. I hope you all enjoy this one!

This one was Beta’d by @squirrelnotsam! Thanks so much hun! <3

Please heed the warnings on this Fic!! Warnings: (((TRIGGER WARNING!! This fic contains Non-Con, borderline rape implications! Please take caution when reading this if something like this affects you! ))) 

Other Warnings: Smut, almost non-con, angst, possessive Alpha, ABO Dynamics, knotting, forced claiming, forced knotting rut, almost feral Alpha, true mates, soul mates, knotting, mentions of first heat, language, scenting, non consensual scenting, disturbing Alpha behavior. Aggression, Pain, scared reader, Dean can be pretty scary in this one. Massive age gap! 19 year old reader x 41 year old Dean! Mention of parental death of reader’s parents. Language I’m sure because it’s me. 

Word count: 5244

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“That will be $8.97,” you tell the woman standing in front of you. She pays you for her purchase, and you hand her bag to her as the door opens and closes with a dinging chime. 

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His Heaven

Request: Heyy I love your ABO fics and I have a request for you. You can always say no to this if you’re uncomfortable. I’ll completely understand and I’m very sorry. Can you do one with Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader. Where the reader is on a supply run and she gets assaulted and tortured by a monster and when she gets back to the bunker somehow, she only allows her Alpha anywhere near her and refuses help from anyone else. Dean takes care of her and helps her heal.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2683

Warning: Kidnapping, injured!reader, ABO dynamics, smut, unprotected sex, talk tourchour, hints of a pinic attack, language, scenting, reclaiming, marking, mentions of assult, trauma induced by tourchur. I think that’s it. Sorry If I missed anything.

Beta’d by the amazing @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid! Also a big shout out to @deanwanddamons  who is currently working on our 1k binge read! You both are awesome! 

A/N: As always please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! Hope you all enjoy this one!! 

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Pulling at the restraints that were holding your arms above your head you curse yourself for not having seen this coming. 

You knew that demon that escaped Dean and yourself in Kansas City would come back to bite you in the ass one day, you just didn’t think it would be this soon. Alas here you are, in a dark wet basement, tied to a pole in the center of the room with a variety of tortuous instruments that the damn thing had been using on you for the past two days strown randomly throughout the room on tables.

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Finally Yours

**Warnings!!** SMUTT!! LOL. ABO dynamics, Rutting Alpha, Near Farel Alpha, Heat-induced smut, rut induced smut. The implication of male masturbation (brief), Late bloomer reader, language, angst, I think that’s everything!!

A/N: This story was cross-posted from Wattpad! All mistakes are mine! Please don’t copy my stuff!! If you would like to be added to my tag list let me know!! Hope you all enjoy this little ABO Oneshot!

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam X Read (Platonic friendship)

Word Count: 3087

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Dean pulled himself up from his lying position, sweat dripping from his body. Throwing the toy he’d been trying to use to find some relief across the room, aggravated at the damn thing for not work for him anymore. No matter what he did, he couldn’t find any relief. He’d been in a full rut now for more than a week and a half. He’d hired Omega’s to help him through ruts in the past, but no one really wanted to help an Alpha like him. One that was past his prime.

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My Greatest Fear - Dean Winchester (smut)

Don't say I didn't warn y'all. Inspired by Benson Boone's new song "My Greatest Fear". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean broke things off with the reader years ago, the biggest mistake of his life. But when Sam tells his brother that (y/n) is getting married, Dean knows it's time to make things right. He won't leave this life behind without being able to call her his once again.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, ex-lovers to lovers, some angst, lots of fluff tho, reader is a runaway bride

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (3k words)

Got a lot on my mind that keeps me up at night, I’m tossing and turning, thinking that my life’s gone to waste

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Dean shot the waitress a big smile as she placed his breakfast down, blushing as the handsome man winked at her. The older Winchester brother was too focused on his food to pick up on the uneasiness radiating off Sam, to focus on the sadness swimming in his brother’s pupils. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” Dean’s moans rumbled through him as he ate the greasy deliciousness, sipping on his coffee every now and then. It took him a while to lift his gaze, to allow his green eyes to focus on Sam’s untouched breakfast, forcing Dean’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion. “Not hungry? Shouldn’t you eat something after a long run?” 

“Mhm,” Sam’s eyes were focused on the window, unable to look at his brother any longer. His heart clenched in his chest, his mind was racing faster than it had in the past months, struggling to part his lips. 

“Sam,” Dean’s raspy voice forced Sam’s eyes back towards his older brother, unable to hold eye contact for long. “What’s wrong?” 

Dean had put down his breakfast burger while taking another sip of coffee. He patiently waited for Sam to speak, to spill whatever was visibly plaguing him. But Sam kept quiet, deeply inhaling as if he had to muster the strength to speak. Dean repeated his brother’s name, much quieter this time around, gentle almost – as if he had finally realised that whatever Sam was about to speak would hurt them both. 

“I received an email this morning.” It was a whisper, nothing more, words so obscurely simple that Dean couldn’t help but laugh. But Sam didn’t give in, killing Dean’s hope that Sam was simply fucking with him. Something heavy was about to claw through Sam, something heavy that could determine the outcome of this very day. “It was from Mary, (y/n)’s sister.”

Now it was on Dean to freeze, not expecting his brother to speak her name. Their eyes met, urging Sam to keep on speaking, to tell his brother about the email he had opened with shaky fingers, freezing in his step as he read the words she had written to him. 

“(Y/n)’s getting married, Dean.” Sam was forced to watch Dean sink back into the seat, arms crossed in front of his chest, uneasy eyes staring down at the table. And for a moment, neither of them spoke, letting the words sink in – words that had been Dean’s greatest fear ever since he had left her all these years ago. 

He had been stupid back then, too childish for his own good. Guided by his father’s words, he had dropped (y/n) and the life they could have lived together. His father had made pretty promises, telling his young son of women awaiting him, women he shouldn’t miss out on because of a marriage that would only tie him to (y/n), away from all the fun he could experience. The greatest mistake of his life, a mistake he hated himself for every single day. 

“That’s good for her. I’m happy she found somebody who treats her right.” The words pained Dean to speak, rolling off his tongue with a sharp edge that left Sam cringing. His hand found Dean’s forearm, gently squeezing his brother’s arm in a gesture so unfamiliar, Dean had to stop himself from shaking off Sam’s hand. 

“Dean, I’ve always loved her like a sister, I only want what’s best for her. But you’re my brother, I know how much not having her around scars you, I see it every day on your face. Get her back, try it at least.” 

Of all the things that I've been afraid to lose, my greatest fear of all is losing you

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“I shouldn’t do this.” They were parked in front of the small church, eyes watching the big crowd of unfamiliar faces. Both Dean and Sam were wearing a suit, knowing that they had to blend in with the wedding guests to find their way to (y/n). “Why should she take me back? Why should she even listen to me?”

“Dean, if there is one thing I know it’s that she still loves you. Let’s get your girl back.” Sam was first to step out into the warm morning, eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as they walked up to the crowd. He felt Dean close, not daring to speak up with his choked-up throat, with his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that this would be his only shot to make things right for once in his life. 

“Mary!” Sam’s voice echoed through the air, eyes focused on the frame of (y/n)’s sister. The young woman flung herself into Sam’s open arms, chuckling into his neck as he held her close for a moment. A moment too long for Dean who was growing more antsy with every passing second. 

“Thank you for coming. She’s making a mistake, Sam. You’re my only hope with this.” The words left Dean frozen, confused eyes flickering between his brother and Mary. He hadn’t read the email Mary had sent to Sam, hadn’t asked any further questions about the man (y/n) was about to marry, trusting that he was somebody she loved. “Come, I’ll bring you to her.”

“What the fuck man?” Dean growled the words at Sam as he followed them through the crowd and towards a small house built near the church. Sam fell into pace with his brother, watching Mary lead them towards the place where (y/n) was currently getting ready. 

“Well, you didn’t think I’d let you do this without knowing (y/n) would willingly leave her fiancé, did you? I wouldn’t destroy her happiness just like that, Dean.” Realistically, Dean should have known that Sam wouldn’t just push him into this without knowing that there was a chance to get her back. Sam had hated him for a while after he had left (y/n), punishing Dean for breaking her heart at any given chance, a broken bond that had needed months to be repaired. 

“(Y/n)? I brought two special guests.” Mary’s voice echoed through the small cabin, ringing in the brother’s ears as they waited outside. Dean felt his hands tremble, forced to let go of deep exhales as Mary opened the door for them, allowing them to step inside. His eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s like a moth to a flame, and his world stopped spinning, unable to focus on anything but her.

It took (y/n) a second to react, seemingly confused about the appearance of the two hunters she hadn’t seen in years. She was pulled into a hug by Sam, giving Dean another moment to admire her, the white dress she wore – a sight he had only seen in his dreams, imagining this very day, with him waiting at the altar for her. Dreams that had evaporated into a hazy nothingness the day he had left her. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” She sank into Dean’s grasp, clinging to him as if he hadn’t been the man who had broken her heart all these years ago. He watched his brother and Mary leave the cabin, giving the two some time alone as they kept on holding one another. 

“What are you doing here, Dean?” (Y/n) mumbled the words against the fabric of his suit jacket, not caring about smudging her make-up, not caring about anything but the way Dean held her close – as if he hadn’t ever stopped holding her. Carefully, Dean let her go, needing to give them some distance for the words he was about to speak, knowing that this could escalate any moment now. 

“I can’t let you marry another man without telling you that leaving you was my greatest mistake. A life without you has always been my biggest fear, I was stupid, so fucking stupid, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have listened to Dad, I should have married you right that day. And I hate myself for not doing it, for letting you go when you have always been my whole world. I know there is no chance for me to make things right, and even though Sammy and Mary hope that I will sweep you off of your feet and bring you back home to us, I know I can’t.” Tears dripped from her eyes, tears (y/n) didn’t care to wipe away. 

“I hated you for years, you broke me, Dean. You took away my life, my friends, the people I had grown to love. You ripped my heart right out of my chest, and even though I tried to fight for it, to regain its strength, I miserably failed. I should curse you, should tell you to fuck off and never show your face to me again. But I can’t. For Christ’s sake, Dean. What are we doing here?” He cupped her face with shaking fingers, letting his forest-green eyes run over her gorgeous face. 

“I want to kill him for getting a chance to love you, time that has been wasted because of me. But I don’t want to take another choice from you. If you want to marry him, I will watch from the first row, hell, I’ll even carry your veil.” His voice shook as he whispered the words, growing tense as (y/n) rested her hands on top of his, still cupping her cheeks.

“And if I don’t want to marry him?” 

……

I'm scared to take another picture of you, 'cause I'm scared to have another thing that I can lose, oh, dear, who am I without you here?

“I thought you were taking me home, where are we going?” Her laughter echoed through Baby, eyes set on Dean’s grinning features. They had left the church a while ago, running away like she had secretly hoped they would. (Y/n) had always been a dreamer, a dreamer who had pictured that very moment since the day it had dawned on her – about to marry a man she didn’t love. A man who wasn’t Dean Winchester. 

“We’ve got another thing to take care of first, I am not losing any more time.” Baby screeched to a halt in front of a pink church, a sight that left (y/n) confused, and Dean and Sam chuckling. They made their way into the church, with her fingers interlaced with Dean’s, with her white wedding gown clinging to her frame, with his suit hugging his frame. 

“Dean, Sam, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you two around here!” An elderly man greeted them with a big smile. His brown eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s almost instantly, with a knowing smile growing on his lips – a smile that had an almost proud touch to it. “That’s her, huh? Took you quite some time, didn’t it.” “(Y/n), that’s Danny, an old friend of ours we met on a hunt. He could wed us, with Sammy as our witness, if you’ll have me.” Her heart had stopped beating, skipping a few beats as Dean’s words sank in. Her teary eyes found his and with a laugh clawing through her, she pressed a kiss to his lips, drawing a groan out of Dean, who tried to prolong the kiss for as long as possible. 

“I will always have you, Dean.” She was pulled towards the altar, unable to stop her tears from dripping as Danny began speaking a prayer she paid no attention to. All (y/n) could do was study Dean, the love swimming in his pupils, the way he looked at her as if she was his sun, alighting the darkest days with her mere presence. A soul crafted for his to hold onto, to love till their time together would eventually run out. 

“Do you have any rings?” Danny’s soft voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, about to whisper a soft, disappointed “No”, but before she could even part her lips, Sam excitedly spoke up. Her eyes watched the tall Winchester brother, how he reached for his breast pocket to expose a small envelope to her glassy eyes. Wordlessly he pushed it towards Dean, who opened it with an unwavering smile stuck to his lips. 

“I bought these rings years ago, sure to eventually push yours down on your finger. I am sorry it took me this long.” Her sob left Dean chuckling, exposing his also teary eyes to hers. She had held onto all these longings for years, mere dreams that were now finally turning real – as if she was just sleeping through another longing. 

But, you're here, now, and that makes it better, somehow

……

“Let me.” Dean’s soft voice filled his bedroom. He was standing behind (y/n), carefully helping her out of her wedding dress with his gaze focused on the ring clinging to his finger. The past hours had flown by all too quickly, turning her from a runaway bride into his wife. His wife. A title so unfamiliar, Dean had to fight against the urge to pinch himself.

His for eternity. His to love. His to worship. 

“I love you, Dean.” (Y/n) whispered her words as she stepped out of her dress, exposing her underwear-clad frame to his hungry eyes. She was pulled into a teeth-chasing kiss, a kiss dripping with emotions that made her feel all too dizzy, having to hold onto Dean before she could be ripped into another dimension. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. And I’m so fucking sorry for missing out on this for years.” He pressed her down on the mattress, giving her a show as he slowly undressed. Her body was aching for him, needing to feel Dean close after all these long years apart. 

“Stop apologising with words and show me that you truly mean them.” His lips kissed her chest, the valley between her breasts as he undid her bra, exposing her hardening nipples to his twinkling eyes. Dean could cum just from the sight of her naked frame, a sight he had only seen in his dreams for the past years, not daring to imagine being this fortunate again. 

“God, you’re so beautiful. I promise to worship you for as long as you want me to.” Dean’s raspy words vibrated on her skin, covering her body with goosebumps as he kneaded her soft flesh. His cock was pressed against her clothed heat, drawing moans from her whenever he moved against her heat, desperate for the kind of friction that left them both trembling.

“I need you inside of me, Dean.” Her raspy whispers left him groaning against her skin as she raised her hips to help him pull her damp panties down her legs. Just this morning, (y/n) had imagined this very moment, knowing that she’d think of Dean when her husband touched her, a loveless marriage she would have been trapped in. 

“Are you still on birth control?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, mind taken up by the feeling of his wandering hands, keeping her pressed against him. Dean's cock twitched against her naked cunt, brushing through her arousal-covered folds to coat himself, “I love you, and I’ll do my best to prove it to you for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you too, Dean.” He pushed into her with a groan, forehead falling against hers as she fluttered around him. It felt as if he had entered paradise, falling to rest on clouds covering his body. She was his Elysium, his safe haven, the one where Dean could be the truest version of himself. 

He moved slowly at first, both needed some time to adjust to one another after all these years, but the second their bodies relaxed, properly enjoying one another’s closeness, Dean began to move faster. Their bodies met with every thrust, eyes holding a contact so intense, (y/n) feared her heart would explode right in her chest. 

Dean was taking his time with her, this wasn’t a rushed fuck to make up for all the time lost, no, it was so much more. This was the purest form of love, a one-of-a-kind love both had clung to in lonely nights, with wandering minds and trembling hands. This is what they had been destined to have, years ago – a love they were now rediscovering. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He felt her clenching around his cock, drawing another gritty sound out of Dean. (Y/n) was long gone, pushed into another dimension where she only knew Dean, nothing but his love, his touch, his irrevocable longing for her. Sensations she was taken hostage by, unable to shake them. 

His warm fingertips found her pulsing bundle, circling it with just enough pressure to draw his name out of her. (Y/n) could feel her orgasm slithering its way up her body, whispering to her to hold onto her husband, and with her fingernails clawed into Dean’s shoulders, she came. He followed her right down the edge, moaning against her lips as their bodies were moulded together. 

“Fuck, we’ll have to do that all through the night, husband.” (Y/n) whispered the words as a few heavy pants left her, making a laugh claw out of Dean who chased her slightly swollen lips for another kiss. 

“Trust me, I won’t let you leave our bed for weeks, wife.” 

Don't know how the broken pieces fit together if you leave it, so, don't go, don't go, I would take your hand if I could reach it

[aylacavebear]

Retribution Chapter 4

Summary: You had DID for most of your life, over forty years, since you were two. It wasn't until after you were forty-three that you were finally able to heal it and become a singular. You're a hunter and have been with Dean for a very long time. Once you become singular, you have to face the horrors that your mental illness subjected on those you cared about, loved. Can you get past seeing yourself as worse than any monster you've ever hunted down?

Pairing is Dean Winchester x Reader/You

Warnings: Sexual Abuse (memories), Physical Abuse (memories), DID - Dissociation Identity Disorder (AKA MPD), Mental Health Issues, Alcoholism, Self-Deprecation, Thoughts of deserving to have it all done to "you".

Please, if you suffer from any mental illness, seek help. There are people out there who can help you get through it, no matter how alone you feel now or how hard it may seem.

A/N: This is going to be very dark, darker than anything I've written thus far. It will include many triggers - abuse both sexual and physical - in memories and what happens to the reader. I'm hoping it will have a happy ending but right now, I am not sure where this will go. This is your main warning before you begin reading. A/N: Dreams and Memories are indented in italics. Thoughts are in italics only.

Word Count: 3865

----------------------------------------- Chapter 4 - Rock Bottom

The nightmares were the same, your personalities molesting him nearly every night from the time you had moved in with him. It wasn’t bad on the nights when you had to sleep in the car with him and Sam, mostly since Sam was there. They didn’t want witnesses. Even on the nights when the three of you shared a motel room, it wasn’t bad, as Sam was always in the other bed in the same room.

It wasn’t until they found the bunker that things got really bad. You and Dean opted to share a room from the start, finally having some privacy. At first, things seemed normal. He’d brought up you getting handsy in your sleep before, even seductively moving against him to the point where he’d wake up rock hard from your movements. The first week was great. The second week, though, that’s when it started getting bad.

“What do you mean you woke up inside her?” Sam asked, almost feeling dirty having this bizarre conversation with his brother. “I don’t know. It was weird. I woke up and was halfway inside her, spooning her. Then, when I grabbed her hip to keep going, she elbowed me. I barely had time to block it,” Dean explained, completely confused. “Well, have you talked to her about it?” Sam asked as his mind raced with thoughts. “Not yet, no. I wasn’t sure what to say. She hasn’t done that before,” Dean sighed. “I can look more into that thing she said she had. What was it…” Sam trailed off, trying to remember. “The DID?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah. I can do some research on it. See what I can find out,” Sam offered. “That might help,” Dean replied, giving his brother a thankful smile. You’d been listening from the hallway where the rooms were. Neither of them knew you were there. Your mind raced, having no clue what to think about what you’d just heard. As far as you knew, you’d never physically hurt anyone before, let alone Dean, especially in your sleep. Then there was what he said about how it happened. You knew you were different in a lot of ways, having gaps in your memories, waking up in places you had no clue as to how you got there, and then there were other things like hangovers when you didn’t remember drinking the night before. Then, there were the “people” in your head that you talked to. They helped you do things, taking care of things you didn’t know how and you’d watch from within the mind.  Now you were standing near the kitchen hallway, listening to another conversation the brothers were having in the kitchen.  “You’re not gonna like this,” Sam sighed. “What?” Dean asked. “Well, DID is caused by severe trauma in childhood, before the kid turns eight. It’s usually sexual abuse by someone close to them. However, if the child has other issues like autism, ADHD, or something like that, even something as simple as harsh discipline can cause it,” Sam explained. Slowly, you brought your hand up, covering your gaping mouth at what Sam had said. That scared you, and your mind raced with questions. And then you saw it, the switch. The entire demeanor of your body changed, now standing straight, expressionless. You continued to listen, though, wanting to know what their next move was. “How can I help her, Sam?” Dean asked, and you could hear the sadness in his tone. “She needs professional help. This isn’t something you can help her get through. Plus, all her personalities have to want it, or it won’t work,” Sam continued explaining. “She’d never go for that. She hates doctors,” Dean sighed, “There has to be something online. Resources for someone who has DID and can’t see a doctor about it.” Sam sighed, “I’ll keep looking. Let’s just hope that she wants to get better. I just don’t know how long I can sit back and stay quiet, knowing what her personalities are doing to you at night. Then there’s how they are argumentative, deliberately making problems not only between you and her, but me and you and me and her.” “I just don’t want to lose her,” Dean said sadly. “Why would you lose her?�� Sam asked, sounding puzzled. “The one I fell in love with, Sam. She’s in there. Sometimes, she comes out. I always know when it’s her, too. The others, they don’t let her out very often. So, I relish the time I do get to spend with her,” Dean explained, almost sounding as if he was lost in a memory. “One personality isn’t worth you getting abused like you are. No matter how much she means to you,” Sam tried to explain.

You woke up to the train horn, startled slightly since the train wasn’t moving very fast anymore. Peaking through a slit in the boxcar, you realized you were now at a train station, and it was nearly dawn.

Time to get a move on.

At the moment, you weren’t entirely sure what town you’d ended up in. Stuffing the mostly empty bottle of whiskey back in your bag, you jumped off the boxcar, not wanting to get caught having hitched a ride illegally. Ending up in a police station would have made it far to easy for the brothers to locate you, again.

Using the last bits of shadows of the fading darkness, you carefully made your way toward businesses and civilization. Chicago, Illinois. 

Damn, need to get out of this city.

This wasn’t a safe city, and you knew it. Mostly because your personalities had been here before, when you had DID, and you didn’t need to have anyone recognize you. You couldn’t risk stealing a car either, knowing the brothers would be watching for that. 

Guess that means I’m hitchhiking.

That wasn’t the safest either, but you didn’t have many options at the moment. You decided to head toward the lake and make your way further east. It seemed simpler than going along the main roads of the town.

As cars passed, you stuck out your thumb, but none of them stopped. You figured they were probably going to work and had no time for you, which only made your self-deprecating thoughts worse—that you really were worthless. 

Your mind wandered as you continued walking. Any normal person would have gone to their family, their friends, and asked for help. You couldn’t, though. Right now, you felt like a monster. Thoughts of calling Cas or Crowley, both for different reasons, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do either at the moment.

When someone did stop, it was almost noon. At least it was a woman.

“Where you headed?” she asked you as you peeked your head in her passenger window.

“East. Doesn’t matter where. Just as far as you’re willing to take me,” you replied, giving her a friendly smile.

“Hop in. I’m heading a few hours down the road,” she replied with a soft smile.

“Thanks. I really appreciate this,” you replied, sliding into the passenger seat and keeping your bag in your lap.

You knew how you looked and were thankful the woman didn’t push you to talk about anything. The only other sound in the car was the music from her radio. You kept your view out the window for the duration of the drive. Then, you thanked her when she dropped you off at a gas station somewhere on the outskirts of a town.

Knowing you needed to eat something, you went and bought some jerky and a couple of those ready-made sandwiches most gas stations carried, along with a couple of bottles of water and another bottle of whiskey. Unfortunately you had to use one of your fake credit cards, as you’d run out of cash and hadn’t wanted to hustle pool to make more. Bars were the last thing you wanted to go into.

You nibbled on the jerky as you continued down the road, thumb out every time a vehicle passed by, even if it was few and far between. The day wore on, and soon, the sun began to set. You would have found the display of colors beautiful were you not in the mental state you were in. Just after dark, a pickup truck pulled over.

“Where you headed, little lady?” the man asked you.

If you’d been in your right frame of mind, you would have just kept walking. “East, as far as you’ll take me,” you replied, looking in through the passenger window.

“Hop in,” he said, giving you a smile.

“Thanks,” you told him, sliding into the passenger seat.

The inside of the truck was fairly clean, much to your surprise. The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, slightly scruffy, and with shoulder-length dark brown hair. You had no idea what you’d gotten yourself into by getting into his truck.

“What are you running from?” the man asked you as he began driving again.

“My past,” you answered, looking out the window.

“I could help you with that,” he said calmly, half watching you and half watching the road.

“I don’t need help. I just need to stay away from people,” you told him plainly.

“Why do you say that?” he asked, now curious.

You sighed. This wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, but since you hadn’t had anyone to talk about it, it all came flooding out. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you told this stranger every detail of your past that you had remembered thus far, although you left out the brothers' names.

“I’m a monster. I don’t deserve to live,” you sobbed out at the end, now mostly curled into a ball.

“You want to die?” he asked you, prying for more information.

After getting your tears to stop and taking several slow, deep breaths, “Yes and no. I mostly want to give him retribution for what happened. I just don’t know how to go about subjecting myself to that kind of abuse for the same length of time,” you answered, fairly quietly.

The man smirked, and you only caught it out of the corner of your eye as he turned to look at you, “I might know someone who could help you with that,” he replied, his eyes going black.

Your heart began pounding in your chest as the air caught in your lungs, barely able to breathe. He was a demon, and you had nothing on you to defend against him. All that stuff was back in the trunk of your car. 

He laughed, “I’m not gonna hurt you. My boss, he’s been looking for you for a few days now,” he began explaining as his gaze went back to the road. “He sent over a dozen of us out looking for you.”

Terror gripped you, and all you could do was stare at him. You had no idea how you were going to get yourself out of this little mess, even with the memories of being a hunter from the personalities who had done that. Demons only had one boss, and you knew that, Crowley. Then, curiosity got the better of you.

“Why is Crowley looking for me?” you asked, your voice shaking.

The demon grinned, sending a chill down your body, “The Winchesters are looking for you. So, Crowley wants you.”

He’d said it so plainly as if it was a common occurrence. You took several slow, deep breaths and turned back to look out the window, slowly getting comfortable again. There was no point in attempting to run, not now.

Perhaps this is for the best. I can get my questions answered now.

Your phone vibrated again in your pocket. With a silent sigh, you pulled it out. It was Sam, again. The demon glanced at you as you turned off your phone and slid it back into your pocket, which made him smile.

Nearly twelve hours later, the demon was pulling up to an old, abandoned asylum. You stared at it as the demon got out, and to your surprise, he opened the passenger door for you.

“Uh, thanks?” you told him, fairly confused. Demons normally didn’t have manners, nor were they nice.

“This way,” he said, so you followed.

As the demon guided you toward Needham Asylum, Crowley’s base of operations on Earth, an ominous feeling washed over you. It was a three-story building made of stone and brick, tattered due to weathering and abandoned prior to Crowley making it his. Broken stones littered the sides of the long set of stairs leading to the porch, where a heavy door stood.

The demon opened the door, letting you enter ahead of him. He then guided you down a hallway to your right. The demons the two of you passed only stared, staying quiet. You’d fought lots of demons when you had DID, even exorcised them out of their host body and back to hell. This though, being at Crowley’s base of operations, demons all around the place, was fairly intimidating, especially with nothing to defend yourself.

This place reminded you more of an old castle and dungeon than an asylum. He stopped in front of hardwood-arched double doors that came together at a point where the two met at the top. A demon guard was on either side of the doorway, both staring at you and the demon who pushed the doors open.

Inside, it opened up into a large throne room, more medieval-style torches adorned the columns that went from the floor to the ceiling, leading into more archways, casting dim light around the rather large room. There were several demons around the room, doing various tasks, but they all stopped to stare at the two of you as you followed the demon, who approached the throne. 

There he sat, Crowley, the King of Hell himself, upon a dark wooden throne on a platform that took two steps to reach. He seemed bored until his gaze found you behind the demon. He was dressed in his typical black suit. Always the businessman.

Before the demon could speak, though, Crowley spoke, “Wel, well, well. What do we have here?” His voice echoed through the chamber, sending a chill down your spine. He seemed amused at your presence. “I must say, I didn’t expect to see you gracing my humble abode so willingly.” His Scottish accent always made your skin crawl.

You swallowed hard, trying not to lose your nerve now. The demon that had led you there bowed his head before stepping to the side, leaving you alone in the center of the room. Everything you’d thought about, contemplated and debated left your mind.

“Something's different about you,” Crowley speculated before he stood and moved closer to you. When you took a couple of small steps back and away from him, he chuckled. “Now, love, aren’t getting cold feet, are you?”

Crowley walked around you, almost like he was studying you. It took everything in you to keep your eyes on him, “The demon said… you were looking for me. Why?” you asked, but your voice was far more timid than you wanted it to be.

“Well, isn’t this an interesting development?” he mused, raising an eyebrow as he moved to stand in front of you. “They’re all gone now, aren’t they? And you’re what’s left.”

You flinched at his words, “You knew?” there was far more confidence in your tone than you felt at the moment.

“I make it my business to know things. You still didn’t answer me, earlier,” he pushed.

Your heart was pounding, and it was hard to breathe, let alone look at Crowley for very long. “I’m a monster,” you mumbled, now looking at the floor, “I-I can’t face them. I can’t face…” You tried to say his name, but your voice broke as you felt the tears burn your eyes.

If you’d been looking at Crowley, you would have seen his amusement but also caution. He knew just how persistent the Winchesters could be when they wanted something.

“They- he deserves retribution for what I’ve done to him. The same should be done to me… for the same amount of time…” you mumbled out, slowly looking up at Crowley.

You couldn’t read him. All you could tell was that he was thinking. Then, he spoke, “For now, you’ll stay in a cell.”

With those words, one demon took your bag, then your phone from your pocket, while two others escorted you out of the throne room, down a few different hallways, and pushed you into an empty cell. You didn’t fight them, and you didn’t turn around when you heard the cell door lock.

This was a brilliant idea. Now I don’t even have my whiskey.

You sighed and sat down on the very uncomfortable surface meant to be a bed, taking in your surroundings. The place stank of blood, death, and bodily excrements. Not to mention the sulfur due to all the demons around.

The cell also wasn’t very well lit, as the torches were in the hallway, casting more shadow than anything inside. Lying down on the makeshift bed, you stared at the ceiling, what of it you could see anyway. 

I’ve hurt him so much, even if I’m not them. It’s still the same face, the same body. All he’ll ever see is them. I’d never do those things to him, but that doesn’t matter. 

Your mind wandered, which wasn’t a good thing, especially sober.

You were in your shared room again, and you could tell that it was the personality that loved him who was in control of the body. You watched as she roused from sleep, far earlier than normal. She looked over at his sleeping form, giving him a soft smile as you felt the tears begin to slide down your cheeks. She moved closer, gently dancing her fingertips along his chest as she leaned on her elbow, lying next to his naked body, only love in her eyes. It was when she reached for his face that he flinched away from her, quickly covering his face with his arms. She shied away from him, curling up in a ball with her knees tucked close to her chest, and sobbed silently. This had happened numerous times since the three of you had moved into the bunker. He’d also jumped in his sleep when she’d gone to wake him up before, attempting to get away from her before she could physically assault him. It always happened with her, the personality that loved him, and it broke her heart, and now yours as you watched silently.

Something pulled you from your thought or nightmare, you weren’t quite sure which. It was possible you had dozed off, but still, you weren’t sure. You turned your head a bit to look out through the bars of the front of the cell. 

Wonder what that sound was…

When no one came by, you just sighed and returned your gaze to the ceiling. Since you were still on Earth and not in Hell, time passed normally. You thought back, to when Dean had gone to Hell. One month was equivalent to ten years. Your mind then wandered to the work you’d done on yourself and the DID.

It had been hard and tedious, but you could only work on it when other personalities wouldn’t interfere, and you could be alone, away from the brothers. The beginning timeframe felt like you’d done nothing more than gone in circles.

“How come you’re up so late?” Sam asked you a year after you’d begun research and attempting to heal your illness, causing you to jump and slam the laptop shut. “Couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, not looking up at him. You watched from across the room, and it was clear to you that Sam didn’t believe the excuse you’d given him at the time. “Want some company?” he asked, although you could tell he didn’t really mean it. “No. I think I’m gonna try to go get some sleep,” you mumbled again, grabbing the laptop before getting up. As you watched the interaction in the memory, it was clear that Sam wanted to say so much more to you, but he was holding his tongue. You sighed, knowing it was because of his brother that he was staying quiet and keeping his thoughts to himself. You followed yourself in the memory, to an empty room. The door closed, and you were sitting on the bed, laptop open, reading whatever was on the screen about healing your illness. You could also see tears in your eyes from the glow of the screen. The memory changed, and you were now in one of the archive rooms that the brothers never went into. You saw yourself sitting in a corner with the laptop again. Squinting your eyes, you realize this memory was from only a year ago when the mergers began happening. This time though, it was Dean who walked in on you. “Hey, why are you hiding in here?” he asked you softly, taking care not to approach you too quickly, having no clue which personality was present at the moment. You closed the laptop but didn’t look up at him, “I just wanted quiet.”  You almost didn’t notice how your tone had no feeling in it as you watched things play out before you. Their memories were always in third person. “You’ve been hiding a lot these days. Wanna talk about it?” he asked you, still a good five feet away from you. “Not really. I wouldn’t know what to even say,” you answered, now looking up at him. Watching, you saw it, the change in you. It was in your eyes, and at least to you, it was apparent that things were different with you. “I’ve been with you through so much. I know I’m not the best when it comes to emotions, but I’m here to lean on. I wish you’d let me help you,” he sighed. “You can’t help me with this,” you sighed, looking away from him. He said nothing and just left you alone. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you opened the laptop again, going back to what you’d been working on. Watching everything made you shed silent tears. You remembered this moment, and on that laptop was the document where you’d been communicating with your other personalities, attempting to get them all on the same page. 

“Hey, Crowley wants to see you,” a male demon said from the other side of the bars, pulling you from the memory, or nightmare, you weren’t sure.

“Fine,” you mumbled, slowly standing up and approaching the cell door, but the demon didn’t open it, he just smirked.

“Oh, you’re not getting out. He’s coming down here to see you,” the demon said in a low, pleased tone.

You just rolled your eyes and sat back down on the makeshift bed, keeping your mouth shut. That was when the angel appeared in your cell, grabbed your shoulder, and the two of you disappeared.

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A/N: Reader is a regular person who was thrown into the hunter life after an attack that left her vulnerable and face to face with the Winchester Brothers. What will become of our reader and how will she handle the hunter life?

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The Traveler - Chapter 9 - Aqualumina

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 6661

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, fluff. A/N: Don't think there's anything else in this one. It's fairly relaxed.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 9 - Aqualumina

The first thing that hit you was the warm breeze and the overwhelming smell of water. You were standing on something slightly soft yet sturdy, and it moved slightly under your feet as if gentle waves were passing under and around it. There was water as far as the eye could see. However, you also noticed what could only be some sort of plant life having grown above the water level in places.

Above you, the sky was beautiful, with three moons that bathed the waters with a unique color palette. A tapestry of stars sparkled in the darkness behind them. As your eyes traveled back to the waters in front of you, the silvery light of the moons danced upon the surface of the water like liquid moonbeams.

I remember this place, from that vision.

You knelt down on what you could only describe as a massive lilypad, leaning over the edge to look into the water. Beneath the sea's surface, you could see a thriving ecosystem teeming with life. Plants and aquatic creatures of all shapes and sizes drifted lazily in the currents, their bodies aglow with the same ethereal luminescence that permeated the world around them. The vibrant colors and intricate patterns of their bioluminescent forms created a mesmerizing display, casting shimmering shadows upon the sandy seabed below.

Looking up and around you, you realized you weren’t going to be walking anywhere, as there was no land in sight. This world was far different than the others you’d been to. With a heavy sigh, you knelt back down at the water’s edge, looking at your reflection before gingerly dipping your fingers into the water. It was slightly warmer than you would have thought a body of water of this magnitude would be. 

As your fingers danced delicately through the water, you felt that warm, tingling sensation move through your body, tickling your nerves. You slipped off your shoes and socks, carefully tucking them away in your bag, before cupping your hands to drink some of the water. It tasted of fresh water, not like the oceans of your home world, which had a bitter, harsh taste of salt. 

Your tail shifted from that of fur to a long, beautiful fin. Webbing grew between your fingers and toes as gills appeared along your neck. You could still breathe air, but now you had a feeling you could also breathe underwater. 

Going through your bag, you found one of the tank tops that Dean had gotten for you, as well as some shorts. After changing your clothes and tucking your other belongings into your bag, you tied some of the vine rope from Lysara’s world to your bag and then around your waist. With the thought of; I need my bag and things inside to stay dry, it was like a forcefield of sorts appeared around it, although you wouldn’t notice till you were in the water.

You slipped your feet over the edge of the lilypad and sat there for a bit, getting a feel for the water and how it felt with your webbed toes. That was when you saw it: a massive aquatic creature slowly gliding effortlessly through the water in your direction. Despite its imposing size, there was an aura of peacefulness and serenity emanating from it, which intrigued you. 

As it drew nearer, you could see that the creature was unlike anything you’d ever encountered before. Its body was adorned with iridescent scales that shimmered with every movement, reflecting the ambient light of the moons above. Two fins, one on each side of its body, casting a hypnotic sleep upon all who beheld its beauty for too long.

Though you knew instinctively that the creature was harmless, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and reverence in its presence. It was a being of pure wonder and magic, embodying the essence of this strange and wondrous dimension. An excited smile found its way to your lips the closer the creature came. 

It stopped just in front of you, and your heart pounding. It was beautiful, reminding you of a mix between a sting ray and a whale from Earth.

Aquanox.

The word gently played in your mind, making you smile.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you told her out loud.

Thoughts are easier to understand.

You tilted your head, realizing this wasn’t going to be the same as it was with Lysara. You’d really need to work on communicating through thought alone with Aquanox. With a sigh, you looked up at the horizon.

I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Aquanox. What is this place?

It took much more concentration than you were used to to think something to another being deliberately.

Nice to meet you. This is my home. Why are you here?

Her answer wasn’t very helpful, as she hadn’t given you the name of the world you found yourself in. You also had to think about how you were going to explain to her why you had ended up in her world.

I’m what is called a Traveler. I’m searching for what my soul seeks.

There was a long silence in your mind as you watched her. The flora and fauna beneath the surface of the water ebbed and flowed with the gentle current as the creatures glided along, doing whatever it was that they did. This place seemed so peaceful, so quiet above the water.

I must take you to the Aquarins. They can help you.

Her voice in your mind pulled you from your thoughts as you looked at her.

Where are they?

Come, young one. They are beneath the water. I will keep you safe on our journey.

You took a slow, deep breath, settling your nerves about being underwater, even knowing you’d be able to breathe just fine. It still scared you in a way, as you’d always been afraid of drowning as a child. Then, you slid into the water. As you did so and allowed yourself to submerge your body fully, small patches of scales appeared in places along your skin. 

Even your ears changed, more on the inside, protecting your eardrums from the water so you could easily hear the songs of the underwater creatures. Your eyes now had an aquatic cover over your pupils, making it so that you could see in the water just as easily as you could see above it.

The plan was to hold onto your spear, but you quickly realized that swimming like that was going to be difficult, so you strapped it across your back at an angle. Aquanox waited patiently while you got your bearings and figured out how to use your tail as a fin to glide through the water instead of looking like a floundering child.

I think I’ve got the hang of it now.

I’ll go slow till you’ve got the hang of it all the way.

You rolled your eyes but, at the same time, appreciated her patience. Everything beneath the waters had its own soft, luminescent glow to it. Aquanox swam deeper, following the slope of the seabed, so you kept pace at her side, your bag being pulled behind you by the vine rope tethering it to you. 

There were tall, dense kelp forests that swayed in the gentle currents of the waters. The difference between this kelp and the stuff on Earth was that this kelp had small, round, glowing orbs dotted along its stem, like berries. You watched as the marine life darted in and out from around the leaves. The way the light flitted down made the orbs shine like rainbows against the green of the plant.

Aquanox continued following the seabed as it sloped upward, and you were awestruck as the alien coral reef came into view. There were so many different colors in various shades and hues. The reef stretched out in all directions in a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that danced and swirled in the gentle currents.

The coral formations were unlike any you’d seen on TV on Earth. Some were towering spires of iridescence that almost reached the surface. Their surfaces were adorned with intricate patterns and textures that seemed to pulse and shimmer with an inner light.

Thankfully, Aquanox had slowed down so you could take in the breathtaking sights, carefully getting closer to some of the different corals. Upon closer inspection of the corals, you noticed that they weren’t composed of the traditional polyps and calcium carbonate structures but rather of a strange, bioluminescent material that glowed with an ethereal radiance. Each coral formation was a masterpiece of organic architecture, its surface alive with tiny tendrils and delicate filaments that swayed gently in the underwater currents.

You slowly swam closer to the corals near the seabed, wanting a better look at them. Nestled among the coral was a myriad of alien creatures that had made it their home. Their forms were as diverse and fantastical as the coral itself. Schools of shimmering fish darted and weaved through the gaps in the coral, their scales reflecting the ambient light in a dazzling display of color. Jellyfish-like creatures drifted lazily in the water, their translucent bodies pulsating with an otherworldly glow.

Hidden among the nooks and crannies of the coral reef, you spotted strange and wondrous creatures that defied description. Some resembled exotic sea anemones, their tentacles adorned with bioluminescent patterns that glowed with an otherworldly beauty. Others resembled creatures from Earth’s deep sea, with elongated bodies and rows of glowing photophores that lit up the darkness like stars in the night sky.

It’s beautiful.

It is one of many in my home, young one. Now come. We have a long journey still ahead of us.

You had so many questions but didn’t want to bug her with them and quickly caught back up with her. One of those things was what she ate, and wondered if it was like the whales on Earth who ate plankton. You did notice how none of the creatures of the reef seemed concerned with such a large being as her swimming above them.

The further you swam with her, the quicker your body became accustomed to it, making it far easier to keep pace with Aquanox. Several different types of fish came and swam near her, and it almost looked as if they were eating small things off her fins and back.

On the other side of the coral reef, it was just a vast seabed of sand, but you could see rock formations in the distance, in all directions. 

Stay close to me. The mountains can be dangerous, young one.

You weren’t sure you liked the sound of that, so you swam so that you were under her like you’d seen the fish do earlier in your journey. Her sheer size still astonished you. You weren’t sure how deep the two of you were, but the surface looked as though it was far away. There were spider-like creatures scurrying along the sand of the ocean floor. They reminded you of a mix of crabs from Earth and the giant spiders from the dark world you’d ended up in.

Just like crossing a desert, this plantless area of this underwater world seemed never to end, and you felt yourself quickly tiring. Aquanox had noticed your pace slow, so she did the same, now keeping pace with you.

Young one, the area behind my head is a safe place for you to curl up and rest for a while. This is not a safe place to stop to rest.

You shook your head a bit to push the sleepiness away before swimming to the area she spoke of. It was like a little cavern there, just enough room to lay down and sleep if needed.

Thank you. I’m not used to swimming for this long.

You just need to learn how to ride the currents so you spend less energy. Now rest, young one.

With that, you curled up in the crook near the back of her neck, using your bag as a pillow, even with it wrapped in that invisible forcefield, keeping it dry. You thought about what she said, about using the current more instead of your muscles, as you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke, things looked a bit differently, and you slowly made your way out from the nook you’d been tucked so comfortably in.

Did you sleep well, young one?

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you swam back to her side to keep pace with her.

I did. How long was I asleep for?

The rest of the night and part of the morning. It is nearly mid-day.

At least you’d gotten decent sleep. Your muscles were a little sore from how much you’d used them the night before. Taking a slow, deep breath, you let the water move around you, feeling its current and how it flowed. Watching Aquanox gliding effortlessly through the currents at least gave you an idea of what you were attempting to feel. Like a bird drifting on the wind currents as it flew.

It was going to take far more practice on gliding through the currents like she could, and when you realized this, you sighed.

Would you be okay if I rested on you for a while longer? I’m just so sore from last night.

It’s okay, young one. We will get there faster, going at my normal speed.

Thank you.

You swam up and onto her back, holding onto the ridge of the back of her head so that you could still look at the area. The mountains had grown closer, but they still seemed so far away. There was also no plant life on the seafloor, nor did you notice other creatures swimming anywhere.

It seems like we are deeper than we were last night.

Yes. When the sun comes up, it is safer and cooler for us to be further underwater as it can get quite hot near the surface for some.

Your gaze went toward the surface, which still looked far away. Distance was so hard to estimate being underwater.

How long will it be before we reach the mountains?

Near nightfall. 

Are there other creatures out in this area?

Yes, but they are few. Most of them are predators that would consider you a snack since you are so small.

Are they bigger than you?

No. I am the largest of the creatures in the waters unless you go to the darkest waters that are deep within the subterranean caverns that weave like a labyrinth through the planet.

That was a place you made sure to make a mental note to avoid exploring. The last thing you wanted to run into was something larger than her. Being underwater was odd but also interesting. 

The day wore on, and there was nothing to do or look at. It was more of the same: an empty ocean and a seabed that was now void of any life. You sat back down in the crook where you’d slept the night before. An odd thought began playing through your mind.

Are there scents underwater? How will I know when the scent comes back if I can’t smell it?

Young one, you can smell things underwater. We are just in a place where there are no scents in the water.

You heard me? I meant to keep that one to myself. Sorry.

It’s okay. I’m here to help you. Is that scent what guides you?

Sort of. It’s only taken me to the realm it’s at a couple of times, though. Last time, though, I ended up in the future. I’m hoping I can get back there soon. I miss them.

Miss who, young one?

The brothers. They’re so sweet, and for some reason, they are my mates. Typically, my kind only has one mate, at least in my home world, in the village where I lived. Having two was a very rare thing.

The Aquarins live in small groups within their community. Each group would be a small family, having several mates, as you call them. 

You thought about that and still found having more than one mate somewhat weird. Your parents had told you that it did happen, and it wasn’t something to be shunned. It was usually celebrated when it happened in your village. Although, it hadn’t happened in your lifetime there.

As night fell, you barely saw the light of the moons on the surface of the water, realizing that you were far deeper underwater than you initially thought. In the distance, you could now see small, shimmering lights scattered all over the underwater mountains. It almost reminded you of the lights on Christmas trees from Earth that you’d seen on TV.

You swam up and near Aquanox’s head so you could see better. At least your muscles weren’t as sore as they were earlier, and being close to her made riding the current a little easier. The closer the two of you got, the more things came into view. 

The mountains weren’t desolate of life. There were small plants growing near the shimmering lights. You realized that those were crystalline formations, and they were sharing light with each other. On the top of each of the mountains was one crystalline formation that seemed to gather the light of the moons or the suns. Then, when that crystal shimmered, the others lit up all the way down the mountains.

Around the base of the mountains was a sea of grass that swayed in the gentle current. There wasn’t a lot of animal life here, but occasionally, you’d see things dart in and out of the grasses, their scales shimmering in the shared light.

How much further is it to the Auarins?

Another day or so. They live in a safe area of the sea.

Instead of going toward the mountains, she veered to the right, seeming to catch a faster current. You stayed close to her body, riding the current with her. It reminded you of the turtles from Finding Nemo that you had watched with the brothers.

If we can find more of these currents, our journey will be shorter. They shift and move with the flow of the waters.

I can see how it would make traveling easier.

As the two of you passed the mountain ranges, you thought you caught the sight of something fairly large lurking in the shadows but it had moved too quickly to get a good look at it. You kept your eye on the location as the current took you further away until the mountains were shrinking in the distance behind you.

You’re sure there isn’t anything bigger than you in the area?

There shouldn’t be, but it has happened from time to time when feeding gets scarce in the labyrinth below.

Can you sense other creatures in the waters?

No. My eyesight is impeccable, though.

What happens if something tried to sneak up on you from behind?

The water shifts when things move through it as they attempt an attack. I am swifter than I look, young one. You have nothing to worry about.

Somehow, her words didn’t comfort you. The sheer size of the mountains could easily shelter something larger than Aquanox. You looked one more time at those mountains before focusing on the sea before you. It, too, looked barren for now. A silent sigh left your lips as you floated next to her head, letting the current push you along.

You were trying not to feel bored. At least on your homeworld, there were things to look at. Here, though, there was literally nothing, even after hours traveling along this current. Aquanox had said it was a long journey, but this felt like more than a long journey to you. 

I would have had us travel along the surface so you could enjoy the night but this current is still strong right now.

It’s okay. I’m just not used to there being nothing to even look at. 

We could talk, if you’d like.

You wouldn’t understand anything I shared with you, though. You’ve only ever seen this world.

The pictures in your mind help, though. It was only an offer.

It was better than being bored and stuck in your head. So, you and Aquanox spent the next several hours talking about all sorts of things. You shared your travels with her while she shared hers with you. This particular world was massive, and Aquanox had traveled around it numerous times, in all directions. 

There were even others like her. Some of them lived in small pods of about ten to fifteen. Others were mostly loners like she was. Once they reached a certain age, they went off on their own to have their own adventures and see the world. It had something to do with living their life with their pod, having a family, and then making the choice to explore. Some of her kind even stayed near the Aquarin.

She shared with you that she’d had only two offspring, who were now grown and part of their own pods with offspring of their own. You wanted to ask her how old she was but felt that would be somewhat rude, so you chose not to. 

When she shifted to the left, you stayed close to her, following another underwater current, and this one felt faster than the last one.

If these keep up, we’ll be there in only a few days' time instead of the week it would have taken without them.

Time felt like it passed differently here; the days and nights were far longer than you were used to. Plus, you were really hungry now. You swam back to that crook behind her head and got comfortable, pulling your bag into your lap. That was where you’d put the pouch with the rations from the other worlds you’d visited. 

You paused briefly, finding the pie in your bag, thinking you wanted to be able to eat it without it getting wet so you could truly enjoy the flavor of it. A bubble of sorts appeared around it, so you brought it to your lips, taking a bit. As you savored the flavor, you smiled. At least you could keep things dry in this water world.

So, Aquanox, what do you eat? I only ask because I haven’t seen you eat since I met you.

I prefer the kelp, but there are grasses that are tasty too. I don’t need much, even for as large as I am. Here, many of the sea creatures also get nourishment from the moons’ light.

Is that what the scales are for that appeared on my skin the first day?

Yes, young one. If we were closer to the surface, the light would nourish you. Typically, on long journeys, the creatures travel closer to the surface for a time to feed. I want to take advantage of these currents, though, and can wait to eat.

This world got more and more interesting to you, your mind wandering as you at the pie, missing the brothers again. Part of you wondered if you’d get to meet the Aquarin before the scent came to you again. Although, you’d feel bad for Aquanox making this entire journey with you just for you to leave before meeting them.

Are you okay, young one?

Yeah. I was just worried the scent will come before the end of our journey. I would feel bad.

If it comes, then that was my purpose. To take you to it.

It wouldn’t bother you if I didn’t meet the Aquarin?

No. I like to travel the waters and have not been to this village in a long while. It would be good to visit them again, even if you have to go before that.

Her answer surprised you, but it also relieved you. You never knew when the scent would come, but you had at least learned not to ignore it. After finishing your pie, you ate a few of the berries and grains you had in the pouch before curling up and sleeping in that crook behind her head.

Days passed, but at least some scenery had started coming back, and the two of you were traveling a little closer to the surface. The latest current had stopped shortly after night, so Aquanox had gone to the surface, gently gliding along as you lay on her back, on yours, staring at the stars. 

The night sky was a beautiful tapestry of sparkling colors against the darkness behind them. The moons brightened up the surface of the sea, and you could see a few things jutting up beyond the surface. 

The patches of scales that had appeared on your skin shimmered in the moons’ glow, a feeling of warmth spreading from them and throughout your body. It was an interesting way to get nourishment.

What are the plants that grow above the water?

Using terms you have shared, they are like trees or strong weeds. They have adapted to use the suns’ light to grow stronger. They are also home to unique sea life under the waters.

When will we reach the village?

Near morning, I believe. The currents have brought us far at a quick pace. Currents like that aren’t usually that frequent. I believe you brought them to us.

You chuckled, smiling as you continued watching the stars.

I get powers or abilities for each of the worlds I go to. They seem to be specific for that world and I lose the ones from the prior world. Perhaps I can control sea currents in a way, or perhaps just the water itself.

That would be a very powerful thing. I am thankful you are a good creature. Our entire world is dependent on the sea and its natural flow.

I promise I will be very careful not to mess that up.

You sighed contentedly, staring at the stars, watching the moons, and enjoying how it felt to relax. When the two of you felt full, Aquanox gently descended into the waters, somewhere halfway between the seabed and the surface. You were able to glide along the gentle currents easily now, so you stayed near her head. 

Below you, patches of seagrass were growing. At first, they only speckled the seabed, but then they began growing thicker as other sea plants with shimmering flowers came into view. In the near distance, the waters ahead seemed to shift to deeper blues and greens, but not in a murky way.

You also noticed structures in the near distance, shimmering softly with a kaleidoscope of colors. They seemed to be made out of coral and stone as if the coral had incorporated the stone as part of their home. The way it blended together was a sight to behold. It was beautiful. The way the coral homes were adorned with intricate patters and textures was mesmerizing to watch as the surfaces glowed softly with ambient light.

There was also a massive, dense kelp forest to the right of the village, teaming with sea life. The closer the two of you got, the more you noticed what you could only describe as gardens that were clearly loved and tended to often. The plants themselves looked far more exotic than anything you’d seen thus far on your journey.

The Aquarins were beautiful as well, with how they glided through the water in their daily routines, interacting with each other and even some of the sea life that drifted through the village. Having been submerged in the water for days, you had connected to the realm, and the names of the sea creatures came to your mind.

There were Glowfin Rays reminding you of an Earth creature. Similar to a manta ray, it had large, glowing fins that pulsed with a soft luminescence. They glided effortlessly through the water. Some of the smaller Aquarins were even playing with them.

The Shellback Crustaceans were medium-sized creatures with large, spiral shells adorned with bioluminescent patterns. They moved slowly across the sandy seabed, even avoiding the manicured gardens of the Aquarins.

Your favorite, though, were the Abyssal Seadragons. They looked like a mix of a leafy seahorse from Earth and a leafy seadragon. They had long, slender bodies with intricate, leaf-like appendages that helped them blend seamlessly with the underwater foliage. They moved with a gentle, hypnotic grace, their bodies displaying flashes of vibrant colors.

Aquanox, you’re back!! One of the Aquarins said, swimming over to the two of you as you reached the beginning of their village.

Nerissa, it has been many years. I have come with what is called a Traveler. She is following what her soul seeks.

You were surprised to hear both of their thoughts, which made you contemplate how communication works in this world more than you had initially thought.

A Traveler? Mira will want to meet her. Please, Aquanox, stick around. Others miss you. I will spread the word of your arrival. Come, Traveler.

Thank you, Aquanox, for helping me get here. I hope I’ll get to see you again before I end up in another world.

It was nice to have met you as well, young one.

Nerissa beckoned you to follow her, so you did so, your bag still being pulled behind you, your spear still on your back. The village was beautiful, and all the Aquarin you passed had been staring with utter curiosity about you. You didn’t look like them at all, but you were fish-like, which puzzled them.

Nestled in the center of the village was the simplest little home you’d seen thus far. It reminded you of a little hut with a seagrass roof gently swaying in the current. The door was made of one of the leaves of the large kelp that grew nearby. Nerissa pushed it aside, swimming inside, so you followed.

It was simple inside, with simple sea-made furnishings. Sitting at a small table was an elder looking Aquarin, which you guessed was Mira.

Mira, this is a Traveler. Aquanox brought her here.

Thank you, Mira. Now, go see your friend. I know you have missed her.

You watched Nerissa leave, not having time to thank her. Then you turned to Mira, who motioned for you to sit in the chair opposite her.

Do you have a name, Traveler?

Y/N.

I am Mira, the elder of this village. Many seek the wisdom my years of life have given me. What brings you to our world?

I’m following a scent. It’s what has been guiding me since I turned fifteen. It’s what my soul is seeking. I don’t know why it brought me here, though. I saw this place in a vision once.

That is interesting. Do you know what it is your soul is seeking?

I think it’s brothers, from a place called Earth. The scent is a mix of what they each smell like, sort of. I want to find my way back there. I miss them.

Interesting indeed. You aren’t the first Traveler I’ve met in my life. One of them even stayed here, having found the world their soul had been seeking. 

That surprised you, and you couldn’t hide your curiosity or excitement.

Are they still here? Can I meet them? Can I talk to them?

Slow down. You heard some laughter with her words. They traveled into the labyrinth of caverns below the seabed. He looked like you. Unfortunately, I have not seen him in a great many moons.

You hung your head, ears drooping, and sighed. That would have been helpful, to meet another Traveler and perhaps even learn something about how it all worked. You felt her hand over yours, which had been sitting on the table.

Y/N, how many moons are you?

Sixteen.

You still have traveling to do. This other Traveler I spoke of. He did share that the scent had gotten potent, and he felt as though his soul was being beckoned just before he came here. Then, he said he felt what he could only describe as home when he arrived. He went on many adventures in other realms and even here in this one. Stay with us until the scent beckons you to move on. It is safe in our village.

You looked up at her, still a bit sad but appreciative all the same. 

Thank you. What you’ve told me helps a lot. I still wish I could have met him, though.

Let me show you where you can stay while you are here.

At first, you just watched her as she swam toward the door, then you followed her outside. She had a mesmerizing aura about her as she glided through the water toward another small dwelling in what looked like a quiet little neighborhood.

This is where the single ones live until they find their mates. No one will bother you, and you are welcome to interact with anyone here. The sea creatures are also friendly here, and they love to play.

Thank you again, Mira. I really appreciate this.

She gave you a soft smile before leaving you to settle in. It was a little more spacious than Mira’s dwelling. All of her areas had been in the one room of her little hut. This home had rooms similar to what your home was like. You sighed and untied your bag, setting it on the table before leaning your spear against the wall nearby. Then, you laid down on the couch, which was surprisingly soft.

Now what? I have at least another year before I feel what Mira talked about, and I have no idea how long I’m gonna be here or where I’m going next.

It took you a couple of days to figure out a sense of normal here. The other Aquarins helped you with food that you could eat instead of just getting nourishment from the moons. Some of it was delicious, but there was one berry-looking thing that tasted horrible. That was the Aquarins favorite thing to eat, and you couldn’t understand why.

You enjoyed joining the children, playing with the sea creatures that hung around the village, and even playing tag through the kelp forest or hide-and-seek. The Aquarins gave freely to each other when it came to items. One would make something, and another would need it, so it was given. It was intuitive, and you found it fascinating.

Aquanox stuck around for almost a week, and you made sure to bid her farewell before she continued her journey. You were a bit sad to see her go but understood why she needed to. Some of the children swam with her for a little while, but they didn’t stray too far from the village. It was a heartwarming sight to watch.

One day, two weeks after you’d been there, there was a knock on your door, as it was out of a wooden substance and not just a flap of kelp. Curious, you swam to the door, opening it to see a young adult male Aquarin floating there.

I’ve made you something, Traveler.

He reached out, a blade in his hands that he offered to you. You looked from him to the blade, then back up to him.

But, I have nothing to give you in return.

That is not how it works with us. The sea told me you would need this, so I made it for you. I have no need for such a weapon. The engravings on the blade and hilt are not of this world. I have never seen them before.

You looked back down at the blade, then slowly took it out of his hands. The sheath was beautifully crafted out of fish scale that reminded you almost of leather. You let your fingers glide over the hilt. It was fashioned from a hardened black stone, polished to a smooth finish but retaining its natural texture, lending a comfortable grip with an otherworldly appearance. Its shape was ergonomic, fitting snugly in your hand. The engravings reminding you of things you’d seen in the books at the bunker.

Carefully, you slipped the blade from its sheath, admiring the blackness of the metal that had been used. More Earth engravings adorned the length of the blade, delicate designs that traced patterns of swirling waves, ancient symbols, and interwoven vines. These engravings stood out subtly against the dark metal, adding a touch of elegance to the knife’s deadly form.

It's beautiful.

Thank you. I hope it keeps you safe on your journey, Traveler.

You looked back up at him, I wish I had something…

You then felt goosebumps run down your body and swam back inside your dwelling, grabbed your pouch, and rooted around until you found some of the gem crystals you’d gathered in the crystalline world. You took out five, then swam back outside, holding them in your hand.

These are for you. 

He looked from you and then to the crystal stones, speechless. You chuckled a bit as you took his hand, then carefully let them fall onto his palm. Then, you closed his fingers around the crystal stones.

They are extraordinary. Thank you, Traveler. I will treasure them, always.

And I will do the same with this blade. It is impressive craftsmanship.

He gave you a friendly smile before he left and you went back inside, sitting on the couch, getting a feel for the new knife. Being underwater, it was partially hard to tell how the weight truly felt. It seemed as though it would be evenly balanced. Something interesting: you got the strangest feeling that it would never need to be sharpened.

When you woke that morning in the middle of the third week, you felt an odd pull to explore the kelp forest. You gathered up your things, then went to Mira’s hut. 

Yes, Traveler?

You pushed open the kelp flap that was her door and swam inside.

I think it might be time. The pull is different here.

Oh?

Well, uh… I felt the urge to go to the kelp forest just outside of the village.

Then, I wish you well on your journey and I am grateful to have gotten to meet you.

Thank you again for all your hospitality.

She swam over and hugged you, which you returned, even giving her a friendly smile before you swam out and above the village. Several of the Aquarins waved to you as you swam by. This place was so peaceful, and you were thankful you hadn’t gotten any urge to go anywhere near the caverns under the seabed.

The tiny orbs that dotted the stalks of the kelp were beautiful. When the light hit them from above, they shimmered in the colors of the rainbow. Several small groups of Abyssal Seadragons played among the leaves as you swam into the kelp forest. You weren’t quite sure what you were looking for yet, but you could still feel that pull. 

As a gentle current brushed past your face, you smelt it, the scent you’d been following. Smelling something underwater was an odd sensation, as it was more of a taste than a smell. You swam with the current, which was taking you toward the surface. It being daytime, you were partially worried about what Aquanox had said about how hot the sun was here. 

You were determined, though, as you slowly followed it, closer and closer to the surface. Before long, you reached the top of the kelp forest, then the surface of the water, and that was when everything changed around you, even if you were still in a body of water. The scene stretched out in front of you made your eyes widen in utter awe. ----------------------------------------- Chapter 10 - Levithar Labyrinth (coming 4/28/24)

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Dream Warriors Chapter 3

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 3

Summary: The reader struggles with how to handle the recent news about her husband.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other canon Supernatural characters, other original characters

Word Count: 5,438

Warnings: Mentions of infidelity, mentions of a miscarriage

Read Chapter 2 here.

You’re sitting at the dining room table. Jackson had left early again for “work” and you hadn’t had the courage to face him yet over what you’d found the night before. Ella’s in the high chair next to you, eating the cheerios you’d given her. Absentmindedly, you run your finger around the rim of the coffee mug in front of you, trying to figure out what to do. So much was running through your mind. The affair. The dream. So many questions. You jump when your phone buzzes on the table next to you and look over.

Mornin’ Gorgeous.

The usual good morning text you got from Dean. Same time, every morning. You halfheartedly smile as you reach for the phone and open the message. You’re typing out your reply before you even realize it.

You have lunch plans?

You almost regret the message the moment you’ve sent it. Telling Dean would most likely end up with him in prison and you a widow. But you needed your best friend.

Hot date with a cold sandwich. You got a better offer?

Buy you a burger at our favorite place?

Counteroffer. I buy you a burger at our favorite place.

Deal. I’ll ask Mom to keep Ella. Meet you there at 12:30?

No El? So this is serious. Better make it 11:30 then.

11:30. See you then.

You set the phone aside and run your hands over your face. You could already guess what Dean was going to say but you still wanted to talk it out with someone and he was your favorite option. A cheerio hits your cheek and you look at a giggling Ella.

“Mama!!” She says, reaching out for you. You can’t help but smile at her despite your miserable mood. You pull her from the chair and bring her into your lap, hugging her tight.

“We’re gonna get through this, Baby Girl. Me and you. Somehow,” you whisper before kissing her hair.

After spending a moment just holding your daughter, you pick your phone up again. You find your mother’s name in your contact list and put it to your ear. It rings twice before she picks up.

“Hello,” she says, her voice bright and chipper. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to put up your best act.

“Hey, Mom. You busy today?” You ask before biting your lip. She laughs lightly.

“Not at all. What do you need?” She asks.

“Could you keep Ella for a few hours? I’m meeting Dean for lunch,” you tell her. There’s a moment’s silence on the line before she speaks again.

“Everything okay?” She asks. You let out a breath of a laugh, trying to keep from breaking down on the phone.

“Yes, Mom. Just needing some adult time,” you say, shaking your head. You hated lying to her and you were going to talk to her about it. You just wanted to talk to Dean first.

“Of course, I’ll keep her. You never have to ask, Sweetie,” she tells you. You thank her before hanging up and going up to the nursery. After throwing together a bag for Ella, you take her into your room while you get dressed for the day. You slip into a pair of jeans and a Stanford sweatshirt Dean had bought you on one of the occasions he’d visited his brother, Sam. There was still time to kill so you give Ella a bath before getting her dressed as well.

Around 10:45, you pull into your parents’ driveway and shut the car off. By the time you get Ella out of her car seat, your mother is waiting on the front porch.

“Gaga!!” Ella squeals, seeing her grandmother. Your mother kisses your cheek before taking Ella into her arms.

“Thanks, Mom,” you tell her. She smiles and nods before looking down at Ella.

“Of course,” she says, tickling her granddaughter. Ella giggles and pushes at her hands. “Your father called. Said Dean was taking a long lunch cause you needed to talk to him.” You sigh and look down at your feet for a moment before meeting her eyes again.

“Don’t worry. I’ll talk to you when I come pick her up after while,” you assure her. She watches you, trying to read your face, before nodding.

“Okay. Be careful,” she says. You give her your best smile and a kiss on the cheek. You run a hand over Ella’s hair and kiss her forehead before going back to the car.

You arrive at the small diner in the next town over around 11:15 and go in to your usual table. This was the place you and Dean had made every important decision you’d faced in your life; college, careers, relationships. It was a place both of your parents had brought you as children and when you were allowed to drive the two of you met up once a week in the same corner booth.

“Hey, Y/N. Long time, no see,” Ellen, the owner of the diner, says as she looks up from the register. You smile at her as she comes around the counter.

“Hey, Ellen. Yea, I’m sorry. Marriage and Ella…I haven’t really had a chance,” you tell her. She smiles and shrugs.

“I understand. Dean coming?” She asks. You manage a small laugh and nod.

“He is. Shouldn’t be far behind,” you tell her. She nods and goes back to the kitchen to turn in your usual order.

It’s only a moment later that the bell on the door rings and Dean steps into the diner. He glances around before quickly making his way over to you. A lump rises in your throat as you take in the evident concern on his face. He slides into the booth across from you and folds his hands together on top of the table. He stares at his hands for a moment then closes his eyes.

“Did he hit you?” He asks, his voice restrained. Of course, that was going to be his first thought. You reach across the table and place your hands over his.

“No, Dean,” you assure him. His hands relax under yours instantly before opening up and clasping yours. He meets your eyes finally.

“What did he do?” He asks. You swallow thickly as you look down at your hands, held tightly in his. “Y/N.”

“He’s having an affair,” you tell him in a hushed tone. Dean goes completely rigid. You look up to find him stone-faced.

“He’s cheating on you?” He asks, unbelieving. You nod your head once. “On you?” You shush him quickly.

“Yes, Dean,” you say, glancing around. You pull your hands away when you spot Ellen coming back over with your drinks.

“Hey there,” she says, setting the two glasses down between you. “How you been, Dean?” She asks, patting his shoulder. He tears his eyes away from you and gives her a forced smile.

“Been better. You?” He asks. She shrugs her shoulders, more customers at the door catching her attention.

“Not bad. Your order’s in. Shouldn’t be too long,” she says before moving to greet the new customers. You watch her go then look back at Dean.

“How do you know?” He asks. You sigh and pull your glass closer to you.

“He’s been acting weird. Going in early and staying late. Claimed it was for work. Left his phone yesterday and I had to know. Found their texts,” you explain. You can feel his eyes on you as you take a sip from your water.

“Who?” He asks plainly. You frown at the table, fighting back tears again.

“One of his students. A size two blonde with breasts most women have to pay for,” you mumble. Dean’s hands tighten into fists on the table.

“Is…” He pauses and you look up at him. His eyes are squeezed closed. “Is this something you can work through?” You can tell he’s mad as hell but trying to control himself. Looking back at your glass, you shrug.

“I’ve been trying to figure out how I can make it work again. I mean, I never managed to get all the baby weight off after Ella. And getting pregnant right before the wedding really killed the whole honeymoon phase,” you start.

“The hell are you talking about?!” He asks a bit too loudly. You jump and look up at him quickly to find his eyes wide with rage. “You think this is your fault?!”

“Dean,” you urge, glancing around. The two of you have managed to earn a few concerned looks from the other patrons. You can tell Ellen’s watching you from the corner of her eye. “Keep it down.” He runs a hand across his forehead before leaning over the table slightly.

“Is that what you’re saying? That this is your fault?” He asks, his voice softer now. You frown and look away.

“Kinda seems like karma,” you admit. Dean sits back in the booth slowly, shaking his head.

“No, no, no. That’s not…Y/N. This has nothing to do with us or what we did. You’d called the whole thing off before you came to my place,” he says. You wipe at your cheek furiously and look back at him.

“Fine. Say it isn’t karma. What is it then?” You ask. His shoulders bob up and down once.

“I don’t know. Maybe you married a douche who can’t keep it in his pants,” he says. You roll your eyes and look down at your hands. The rings on your left hand catch the light as you begin to spin them around your finger. Dean’s hand reaches over, catching your own. “He’s obviously insane.”

“Dean,” you chastise, trying to pull your hand away. He tightens his grip, pulling your hand closer to him across the table and forcing you to look up at him again.

“I’m serious. No man in their right mind would cheat on you. I don’t care how amazing you think this other woman looks, nobody holds a candle to you, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft. You feel a stray tear slide down your cheek and Dean reaches up, wiping it away. “I mean, if I had you…”

“Two burgers with everything, one with extra bacon,” a familiar voice says, quickly approaching the table. You pull your hands free from Dean’s grip and look down, trying to discreetly wipe at your eyes.

“Hey, Jo,” Dean says, smiling at her. She sets the two plates down and you manage a smile of your own.

“Thanks,” you tell her. She smiles and nods before looking at Dean.

“Heard about you and Lisa. That’s too bad,” she says. He laughs a little and shakes his head.

“Not really. It was never gonna work out,” he tells her. She bites her lip and nods before glancing at you.

“Well, I’ll let you two eat in peace,” she says before running off. You force a small smile as you pick up a fry.

“She still has that crush on you,” you say, glancing up at him. He’s watching you as he shrugs. “I had that dream again.”

“Again?” He asks. You nod slightly, biting into the fry.

“Sorta. It wasn’t the exact same. It was so strange. In the dream, I told you that this world, the real world, was a dream,” you explain. He nods slightly, still watching you. “Found out what was wrong between us…I’d lost Ella. Had a miscarriage.”

“Ella?” He asks, raising an eyebrow. “Thought you were with me in this dream and not him.”

“Right. I mean, it obviously wasn’t Ella. A baby that was ours. Anyways, a demon stabbed me in the stomach and I’d lost her – ugh, the baby,” you tell him. You pick up your burger and frown at him. “Are you going to eat?”

“Don’t go back to him,” he says suddenly. You sigh and set the burger back down without having taken a bite. “I don’t mean permanently. Just…for tonight. Take some time to think about what you really want to do. Stay with your parents or – or – or with me.”

“Mom and Dad know something’s wrong. I told Mom I’d tell her when I pick up Ella but…” You trail off with a sigh and run your hands over your face.

“Pick her up tomorrow. Stay with me tonight. Talk to Katherine tomorrow once you know what you want to do,” he says, reaching across the table for your hand again. You bite your lip and link your fingers with his.

“He won’t like me staying with you,” you tell him. Dean laughs and squeezes your hand.

“So?” He asks. “Even more reason to do it if you ask me.” That draws a small laugh from you and Dean smiles a little more. “What do you say? I’ll stay in the guestroom and you can have my bed.”

“Your bed is nice,” you say. Dean smiles widely and picks your hand up, kissing the back of it.

“Then it’s settled. You’re staying with me tonight,” he says before finally picking his burger up and taking a bite. You watch him and smile, shaking your head.

After Dean pays for the meal, the two of you go out into the parking lot. He gives you the key to his house and tells you to go over whenever you want. You hug him tight and thank him before getting into your car. A quick stop at your own house to pack a bag for yourself and Ella then you’re driving back to your parents’ house. You take a deep breath before starting for the door, Ella’s overnight bag slung over your shoulder. Forgoing a knock, you open the door.

“Mom?” You call out.

“Mama!!!” You can hear Ella squeal from the living room. You smile and step into the house as the sound of her wobbly footsteps starts towards you. She waddles into the front hall, your mother right behind her, and over to you where you lift her up into the air. You hug her tight and press a kiss to her hair.

“More bags?” Your mother asks, eyeing the one on your shoulder. You glance at her and bite your lip. “One house guest or two?”

“Just Ella. And just for tonight. I think,” you tell her. She eyes you curiously and nods slightly.

“Will you be at home?” She asks. You shake your head. “Dean’s?”

“Bean!!!” Ella giggles, looking over your shoulder for him. You smile a little and pat her back.

“Bean isn’t here,” you tell her before looking back at your mother. “Yes.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” She asks, reaching for Ella. You bite your lip and hand her back over.

“I am. I just need some time to think,” you say. She frowns and you can see the assumptions in her eyes. “Jackson hasn’t abused me or Ella. That’s not it, I swear. You know as well as I do that he’d already be dead if that’s what I had told Dean.” Your mother smiles a little, relief flooding her face, and nods.

“I know. But it’s a mother’s job to worry. You know that,” she says, running a hand over Ella’s hair. You smile and take the bag off your shoulder, handing it over to your mother.

“I do. If you need anything, just call. I’m only up the road a bit,” you tell her. She rolls her eyes as she takes the bag.

“If I can survive raising you and your brother, I can survive my granddaughter for one night,” she says. You laugh a little and kiss her cheek quickly before going back out to your waiting car. You make the short drive over to Dean’s house and let yourself in.

It had been a while since you’d actually been in his house. You knew exactly when the last time you had been here was. Almost two years ago, you’d shown up at his door with a bottle of whiskey after breaking off your engagement with Jackson a month before the wedding. It was a night you’d never forget. It seemed like there was suddenly a memory attached to every wall and piece of furniture.

You run a hand over the back of the couch. That’s where it had all started. You’d both thrown back a few shots and moved a little too close together before your lips managed to find his. Shirts were the first thing to go before you’d pulled away from Dean and started down the hall.

You throw your bag over your shoulder and start down that same hall now, noticing the still empty nail about halfway down. There had been a picture there earlier that night, one of Dean and Sam when they were younger you think. But when Dean had caught you, pushing you up against the wall, it jumped from its nail and landed on the floor, breaking.

You push the door to his bedroom open slowly and take in the sight of the bed. The same bed he’d gently laid you down on before removing the rest of your clothes. The same bed where he’d worshiped every inch of your body. The same bed where…

You shake your head abruptly, ridding yourself of the memories as quickly as you can. You toss your bag onto the bed, suddenly unsure if you’ll actually be able to sleep in it tonight, then go back into the living room and fall into the recliner in the corner.

You occupy yourself for as long as you can with mind-numbing TV shows before finally deciding to start cooking dinner. If you were staying here for nothing, you could at least cook him a decent meal. You’re staring into the barely stocked fridge trying to figure out what you can cook when the front door opens.

“Y/N?” A woman’s voice calls. You smile at the familiar voice and make your way into the front hall where you find Dean’s mother, Mary, standing just inside the door. She smiles widely when she sees you.

“Hi, Mary. Dean isn’t home yet,” you tell her. She laughs lightly and nods, moving to hug you. You return the embrace immediately.

“I know. He called and said you were having a hard time at home. You’re staying with him tonight?” She asks, letting you go to look at you. You bite your lip and nod. “Well he was certain you’d try to cook and wanted to save you the trouble.”

“What?? Mary, you didn’t have to do that,” you tell her quickly. She smiles and shrugs, turning back for the door.

“Come help me,” she says. You follow her out to her running car where she opens the back door. She hands you a pot that could only be filled with her famous chili before she picks up a fresh pie as well. The two of you go back into the house together quietly and take the food into the kitchen. You place the pot on the stove and turn it on low just to keep it warm until Dean gets home.

“Thank you, Mary,” you tell her as she places the pie in the oven, allowing it to finish cooking. She smiles over at you and nods slightly.

“Nothing to thank,” she says. “How’s Ella?”

“She’s great. Growing like crazy. Trying to run before she’s got a full grasp on walking,” you say, laughing lightly. Mary smiles and nods.

“Dean was the same way,” she says. You smile a little and nod, looking down. “Y/N. Dean didn’t tell me what was going on but I assume it’s marital.” Your smile falls as you look back up at her. “I’m not trying to pry. I’m not even asking you to tell me what’s going on. But if I could offer some general advice?” You bite your lip before nodding slightly. “John and I had our issues. I don’t know if you remember Dean ever talking about it but there were some pretty dark times for us.” You nod your head once more. You had been quite young but you could recall a time when things were rough at the Winchester house. “We managed to get through that. We fought like hell and he left God-only-knows how many times. But we came out on the other side.”

“Mary,” you start but she holds up a hand.

“That being said, the only reason John and I were able to make it through was because we loved each other. I knew there was no one else who could handle me on my worst days and he knew there was no one else who was going to put up with him on a daily basis,” she explains. You frown and look away from her now. “If you think or feel that there’s someone else that you can love or do love, then it isn’t worth the fight. And can I be brutally honest with you?” You continue to look away but don’t stop her. “As much as you may love Jackson, I’ve never seen him really love you in return. There is someone out there who will love you and Ella like you deserve.”

You wipe at your cheek as you choke back a sob. Mary rushes over and wraps you up in a tight hug. She rubs your back soothingly as you cry into her shoulder. The front door opens and you pull away from her quickly, attempting to wipe your eyes dry. Dean steps into the kitchen, smiling widely.

“Hey, Mom,” he says before looking at you. His face falls instantly. “I asked you to make dinner, not make her cry again.” You shake your head quickly, giving him your best smile.

“It’s not her fault. It’s just been one of those days,” you tell him as he wraps an arm around your waist. He nods slightly, then presses a kiss to your temple.

“Well, Y/N, has Dean told you about Saturday yet?” Mary asks. You look between them in confusion and shake your head. “Sam and Jessica are coming out and we’re gonna have an engagement party/cook-out for them at the house.” You can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.

“No. Dean didn’t mention that my favorite Winchester brother was coming home,” you say, looking up at him. He rolls his eyes but smiles despite himself.

“You and Ella have to be there. Sam hasn’t seen either of you since Christmas and it’s killing him,” she says. Dean nods in agreement.

“Jess too. She keeps asking about seeing her niece,” he adds. You laugh lightly and nod.

“We’ll be there,” you tell them both. Mary smiles widely.

“Good. They’ll be so excited,” she says. “Well, I’ll get out of your way.” Dean lets you go and Mary gives you another hug. “Think about what I said,” she whispers. You nod as you let her go. Dean wraps her up in a tight embrace and kisses her cheek.

“Thanks, Mom,” he tells her. She smiles and nods before leaving the kitchen. The front door opens then closes again and you’re left alone with Dean. You glance at him before moving to the stove.

Normally, being alone with Dean was as easy as breathing. But at this moment, you felt like you were trying to breathe underwater. Maybe it was Mary’s advice lingering in your ear or maybe it was the memories of the last time you were here alone together. Either way, something felt different.

“Cas is gonna be there too,” Dean says, trying to ease the palpable tension. You look over at him as you stir the pot of chili.

“Is he? I don’t think I’ve seen him since the wedding,” you say. Cas was Dean’s college roommate and he’d quickly assimilated into your group of friends.

“He’ll be glad to hear you’re coming. Get to meet Ella finally,” he says. You nod slightly as a frown slowly spreads across your face. “Y/N?”

“I’ve been a terrible friend since I got married, haven’t I?” You ask, looking over at him again. He shakes his head quickly, walking over to you.

“No. Of course not. You just had other things you had to focus on,” he says, running his hands over your forearms slowly.

“I have. You’re the only friend I’ve really kept up with. I only know what’s going on with anyone because of you,” you tell him, fresh tears beginning to form. He sighs and wraps you up in his arms quickly. You bury your face in his chest, allowing the sobs to take over once again. He runs a hand over your hair, pressing his lips against your temple.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he says, his voice soft and comforting. You shake your head slightly as you lean away from him.

“I think I’m gonna go take a bath,” you say, wiping at your eyes. He nods, watching you closely.

“Okay. Take your time,” he says. You nod before leaving the kitchen and going down to Dean’s room. You move into his attached bathroom and sit on the edge of the tub, turning the water on.

Once you’ve got the water set to a warmer temperature, you move back into the bedroom, beginning to undress. You slip out of your jeans and toss them onto the bed before pulling your shirt off. Something catches your eye in the mirror as you pass by. You drop the shirt at your feet as you stare at the scar on your stomach. With a trembling hand, you run your fingers across the unfamiliar patch of skin.

“D-Dean!!” You call out, panic rising up quickly. It was the same scar from your dream. A scar you shouldn’t have. The door swings open and Dean steps into the room quickly.

“What’s wrong??” He asks, worried. He stops short at the sight of you in only your bra and underwear, his eyes widening. You look back at him quickly.

“This scar!! It’s from my dream!! It shouldn’t be there, Dean!!” You tell him, pointing to the place on your stomach. Dean looks to where you’re pointing and frowns.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asks, looking back at your face. You stare at him.

“Dean, I shouldn’t have a scar on my stomach like this!!” You nearly shout, your voice trembling. He takes a cautious step forward.

“There isn’t a scar, Y/N,” he says. You look back at the mirror quickly and freeze. He was right. There wasn’t anything there. A few stray stretch marks from your pregnancy but not the scar you’d just seen.

“That’s not…I saw it. I felt it,” you say, running your fingers over the now smooth skin. You catch sight of Dean in the mirror, his gaze averted.

“Maybe you should put some clothes on,” he says. You roll your eyes before examining the skin again.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” you mumble. He sighs and runs a hand over his face before walking over and standing behind you in the mirror. “It was there, Dean,” you tell him. He reaches around you carefully and takes your hands in his, linking your fingers together, as he wraps both arms around your midsection.

“You don’t have a scar on your stomach, Y/N. You never have,” he says, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You give him a skeptical look and he just barely smiles in response. “I’ve seen everything. I memorized every inch of this body. I can tell you everything about it.”

“Dean –”

“There’s a half moon shaped scar on your left knee from when we were kids, racing our bikes in Bobby’s scrapyard. There’s a group of chicken pox scars on your inner right thigh that look like a smiley face. The stretch marks are newer but Ella gave you those so I love them.” His voice is soft against your ear as his fingers graze over the marks on your stomach, his eyes never leaving your face. “My favorite scar is probably this one,” he says as he lifts your right hand.

“Wasn’t your favorite when it happened,” you tell him with a slight smirk. He lets out a laugh before brushing his lips across the back of your hand.

“You shattered your knuckles punching a guy who got a little too handsy at a party in college. If Cas hadn’t been there, I would be in prison right now. At the time, I was mad as hell. Now…it’s kinda sexy,” he says. You laugh lightly and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Can’t forget your tattoo. The little butterfly on your right side at the top of your ribs. Usually hidden by your bra. I took you to get it on your 18th birthday and had to hold your hand the whole time,” he says. You smile a little more at the memory. “Then there’s your birthmark. Each freckle and mole. I know where every single one is. I know where every ticklish spot is,” he adds, his fingers brushing against your sides, earning a soft giggle from you. “I know where every sensitive spot is.” He lips graze your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “I know every inch of this body and there has never been a scar on your stomach.”

His eyes meet yours once again. You pull your hands from his before turning in his arms to face him. Reaching up slowly, you run your fingers into his hair. His eyes close as he leans down, resting his forehead against yours. You take a shaky breath as your noses barely brush against each other. You’re just starting to raise up to meet his lips when a smell drifts into the room.

“Something’s burning,” you mumble before your eyes shoot wide open. “The pie!!” You exclaim before rushing from Dean’s arms and out of the room.

You run into the kitchen and pull the door to the oven open quickly. Without thinking, you reach in with your bare hands and grab the dish, pulling the slightly blackened pie out. Pain shoots through your hands and you let out a scream before dropping the pie onto the floor. Dean’s running into the room in the next second, pulling you to the sink. He runs your hands under cold water briefly before leading you back to the bathroom quietly. As carefully as he can, he applies some burn cream to the already forming blisters before wrapping them up.

“Sorry about the pie,” you tell him as he finishes up. He laughs lightly and shakes his head.

“I’m more worried about your hands,” he says. You bite your lip then smile a little.

“Just a few more scars,” you say. He smiles a little more and nods before moving across the bathroom. He turns off the bath water you’d forgotten was even running then walks over to you.

“Take your bath, Sweetheart. I’ll clean up the pie then we can eat,” he says before pressing a kiss to your forehead and leaving you alone.

The rest of the night passes uneventfully. You soak in your warm bath for about 30 minutes before getting out. After dressing in an old T-shirt and some pajama pants, you meet Dean in the kitchen for dinner. The two of you eat in silence then you help Dean put the leftovers away. A brief goodnight is exchanged and you kiss his cheek before going to bed. Sleep overwhelms you quickly as soon as you hit the pillow.

A bright light fills the room and you open your eyes slowly, blinking. Sitting up, you look around the room. Sam’s sitting at the table in the corner, his laptop open in front of him. The morning sunlight is streaming in through the pale yellow curtains of the motel window. You let out a groan and put your face in your hands before gasping in pain. Pulling your hands away immediately, you stare down at them.

The burns are still there.

“Sam, get over here!!” You call to your friend without taking your eyes off the blisters. Sam jumps up and rushes to your side. His eyes widen as he takes in the wounds.

“Oh my, God, Y/N. What did you do?” He asks. You shake your head slightly as you continue to stare down at your hands. “I think we’ve got some cream somewhere,” he says, turning to find his bag.

“Sam!!” You practically yell as your eyes widen. He looks back at you then down at your hands again. His stares in disbelief as the wounds heal right before both of your eyes.

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Feral Masterlist

Summary: Feral is an Alpha’s most dangerous state. Pure raw instinct. A killing machine with no thought. Only an Alpha under extreme duress can submit to their feral side and they rarely can come back out of it. It takes highly specialized rehabilitation to even have a chance at working. When a feral Alpha comes into the reader’s low level rehab facility one night, she knows he’s a dead man walking. But he doesn’t deserve to die and a split second decision to help him escape before that can happen will put them both on the run. He’s no ordinary Alpha though. He’s Dean Winchester. The boy who went missing all those years ago. The boy that made everyone realize no one was safe from the Alpha black market. The man that could destroy them both with one wrong move…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: ~62K (individual counts in parts)

Warnings: language, angst, violence, mention of kidnapping, heavily implied abuse (non-graphic), smut

A/N: This story has a darker theme than my usual ones however nothing graphic or specific is shared. This series is complete!

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Retribution Chapter 3

18+ for numerous reasons

Summary: You had DID for most of your life, over forty years, since you were two. It wasn't until after you were forty-three that you were finally able to heal it and become a singular. You're a hunter and have been with Dean for a very long time. Once you become singular, you have to face the horrors that your mental illness subjected on those you cared about, loved. Can you get past seeing yourself as worse than any monster you've ever hunted down?

Pairing is Dean Winchester x Reader/You

Warnings: Sexual Abuse (memories), Physical Abuse (memories), DID - Dissociation Identity Disorder (AKA MPD), Mental Health Issues, Alcoholism, Self-Deprecation, Thoughts of deserving to have it all done to "you".

Please, if you suffer from any mental illness, seek help. There are people out there who can help you get through it, no matter how alone you feel now or how hard it may seem.

A/N: This is going to be very dark, darker than anything I've written thus far. It will include many triggers - abuse both sexual and physical - in memories and what happens to the reader. I'm hoping it will have a happy ending but right now, I am not sure where this will go. This is your main warning before you begin reading. A/N: Dreams and Memories are indented in italics. Thoughts are in italics only.

Word Count: 3174

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You were sitting at a table alone, drinking a beer and listening to the music in the background. No one there was of any interest to you, not at the moment, at least. You’d just turned twenty-one, wanting to enjoy being able to drink legally. Before now, you’d bribed your way into bars or used fake IDs to get the alcohol you wanted. Today, you didn’t have to. Deciding the song that was on was boring, you went over to the jukebox and picked out TROUBLE, smirking the moment it began playing. You swayed your body to the beat as you headed back to your seat when He walked in, and his eyes instantly found you. Mouthing the words as you took your seat, you still hadn’t noticed him, not until he was sliding into the chair across from you. You raised an eyebrow, looking over at him. “Hey, Sweetheart. Want some company?” the man asked you, a playful smirk on his lips and a gleam in his beautiful green eyes. This man was on a whole new level of handsome. He possessed a rugged yet captivating appearance that could turn any girl's head. He was also tall, although you weren’t quite sure how tall he was. A small smile toyed at the corner of your lips, seeing his broad shoulders, strong arms, and muscular frame that was partially hidden by his leather jacket and flannel.  It was his face that had you captivated with a tousled mess of short dark brown locks that seemed effortlessly cool yet undeniably attractive. Freckles danced under his eyes and across the bridge of his nose. Then there were his emerald green eyes. The way he looked at you sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.  “What’s your name, stranger?” your voice soft yet playful, keeping his gaze. “Dean. You?” he smirked, then sipped his beer. Your eyes went to his lips, having to lick your own as you watched those two plump, pink pillows gently part for the liquid in the bottle.  “Y/N. And sure, I wouldn’t mind some company,” you replied, flirting with him just a bit. 

Tears slid down your cheeks silently as the memory played out in your mind. It felt like a lifetime ago as you watched it in the third person, as it wasn’t your own. It’d been two days since you’d arrived at this motel, and you knew you’d need to move on soon. The brothers hadn’t stopped trying to reach you, but you still couldn’t face them.

With a heavy sigh, you wiped the tears away, packed up, and headed out. This time, though, you drove southeast. When you had DID, your personalities would have gone back to places they’d had fun, so it was easy for you to avoid all those locations.

You couldn’t listen to any music as you drove. Everything reminded you of him, even if they weren’t love songs, and they all made you cry. The thought of his kindness made you cry.

How could I hurt someone so kind, so loving?

Things between you and Dean weren’t perfect—far from it, but you had good times, sweet times, and even loving times. It was the times when the kinder personalities were able to come out and show him the love he should have had the entire time, without the abuse from the others. 

He’d come into your shared room as you were in the middle of changing into something more comfortable that evening. “Hey, Sweetheart. You don’t have to wear the sweats,” he suggested, slowly moving closer to you. He always moved slowly toward you, never knowing what personality he’d end up dealing with, and the last he wanted was to end up with one of the abusive ones or one of the child ones. You turned to him, a softness in your eyes and expression as you looked up at him. He was beautiful to you in so many ways, and his inner beauty only made him that much more attractive.  “I can’t walk around the bunker in just a t-shirt. It would bother Sam,” you chuckled. “Who says we have to go back out there? We could stay here,” his voice low and sultry, and there was that sparkle in his emerald green eyes. You tilted your head a bit, trying not to blush at his suggestion, but failed, only making the hue of his eyes go a shade darker. That blush was his queue. He’d learned little things over the years. Mostly, though, he learned when to approach you and when not to, and for what. He gently caressed your cheek with his hand before he leaned down to ghost your lips with a teased kiss, making you smile and then giggle as his lips found their way to your neck. He was always gentle with this personality of yours, the one that truly loved him. She was his favorite out of them all.  “I love you,” he whispered softly as your arms wrapped around his waist. “I love you too,” you whispered back.

Tears streamed down your cheeks again. It wasn’t just the memories that hurt; it was feeling not only what the personalities felt but also how the memories made you feel. You’d made it somewhere in Florida, some small town in the middle of nowhere, and you didn’t even care that the motel had a questionable feel to it. 

You were in and out of sleep, another box of half-eaten pizza on the motel room table, and after three days, another half-empty bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. 

It was a year after meeting Dean. You’d “accidentally” run into each other several times over that year. Now, you were at another bar, celebrating a successful hunt. You already had your eye on a guy you planned on taking back to your motel room when two men walked into the bar. At first, you didn’t notice, as your attention was on the guy. The two of you were doing the eye game, eyeing each other from across the bar.  “Look what the cat dragged in,” you heard from behind you, causing you to smirk. “I could say the same, Winchester,” you teased, sipping your beer, not turning around. He slid into the seat across from you, those emerald eyes of his undressing you as a seductive smirk played along his lips, “Finish up a case?” “Yup,” you answered, popping the “p”. You tilted your head slightly, narrowing your eyes playfully, “What brings you here?” “Well, me and my brother were here for a case but it looks like we’re a little late,” he chuckled, sipping his beer as your eyes watched his lips again. “Do I ever get to meet this infamous brother of yours?” you teased, leaning back in your chair, giving him a better view. You watched how he licked his lips, sucking the top one between his teeth, “Not sure if I want you to meet him. I don’t like sharing.” That made you chuckle, “I don’t belong to you, Winchester. I’ll sleep with whom I want,” you bantered back at him. “Perhaps I should change that, make you mine,” he teased, his eyes going a shade darker. “So, is this her? The girl you can’t stop talking about?” a male voice behind you stated playfully. Dean rolled his eyes, “Y/N, this is my younger brother, Sam. Sam, Y/N.” Sam took a seat between you and his brother. Your eyes swept across his body, taking in his features. He wasn’t bad-looking, but he reminded you of a soft puppy. Clearly too kind and gentle to give you what your personalities almost demanded when it came to sex, especially after a successful hunt.  “Nice to meet you, Sam,” you told him, then turned your gaze back to Dean, “You have nothing to worry about when it comes to your brother. Too gentle for my taste,” you chuckled. Sam looked slightly confused, “Uh, nice to meet you too,” he replied, sounding like he was questioning it more than anything.

The memory made you curl up in a ball on the bed, holding your knees tight against your chest.

I was such a bitch.

You’d treated Sam horribly since the beginning. At least, that was how you felt now. Sam had been nothing but nice to you over the years, even to the personalities that were verbally cruel to him numerous times. 

You knew neither of them would want you to feel alone or that you had to face all of this alone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face them. 

How long has it been, since I left?

You picked up your phone, checking the date. It’d been just over a week now since you’d taken off. The brothers hadn’t stopped trying to reach you, but the calls had gotten less frequent. You were still running. Running from having to face them, running from the memories that tormented your waking thoughts, and running from the nightmares that hit you the moment sleep overtook you. 

Text from Sam: Y/N, just text me, let me know you’re okay and you haven’t done something stupid.

It came in while you were holding your phone. Your hands shook as you found back the tears again. 

Something stupid. 

The thought would have made you chuckle if it weren’t for what you were dealing with. At least all you’d done was drink far too much in the last week. Then again, barely eating during that time was probably slightly stupid as well.

Text from Dean: Sweetheart, just come home. I’m not mad at you. Don’t do this alone.

When you saw that text, the tears fell, and you turned off your phone, unable to answer either of them. Tossing your phone on the nightstand, you grabbed the whiskey bottle off of it, taking a large swig. It burned as you swallowed, taking your mind off of your tears.

Since you didn’t have a hangover, at least not yet, since you’d only started drinking, you turned on the TV, hoping for some distraction from your thoughts. Flipping through the channels, you eventually just turned it off, as all of it reminded you of far too many things you wanted to forget.

“When did you get back from hell?” you asked Sam, having stumbled on him at a bar. “That same night. Where’s Dean?” Sam asked, eyeing you hungrily. “Sleeping back at the motel. I wanted to drink and have a little fun,” you replied, letting the flirtatious smile spread across your lips. There was something different about him, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He didn’t seem so soft or like a puppy. You watched it happen, the switch to another personality. There was a confidence in his tone and in the way he looked at you, and your body reacted in the most remarkable ways. “Want a drink? I’m buying,” he offered, and you could hear that he wanted something for it. “What’ll it cost me?” you mused, letting your finger dance along the back of his hand. His eyes never left yours, “You.” “I think that can be arranged,” you purred, sitting on the barstool beside him. Sam’s other hand went to your thigh, and your body instantly responded to his boldness, which this personality loved. It instantly turned you on, and you spread your legs slightly so he could reach you better. The bartender set your drink on the counter, but you didn’t even look at it. You downed it, setting down the empty glass, “Just one?” you asked suggestively. Sam snapped his fingers and pointed to your empty glass. The bartender refilled your glass, and Sam never broke the gaze he had on your eyes. You smirked, knowing how the night was going to end. “How many before I get what I want?” Sam asked, sliding his hand further up your thigh and squeezing slightly near your hip. “At least three, if you’re going to be that gentle,” you teased, turning slightly from him, playing hard to get. You proceeded to sip this one, drawing it out. You wanted to see just how bold he was going to be. “Down it, now,” he growled deeply, gripping your thigh even harder now. “Well, now, aren’t we demanding,” you mused, not giving him your attention. The grip on your thigh sending shock waves to your core.  “Now,” this time, his voice was a whisper, but still deep, and now, near your ear. You felt his breath on your neck, even the heat coming off his body, and you clenched around nothing, wanting him more than you’d wanted something in a long time. A low moan snuck from your lips at his dominance. 

A knock on your motel room door pulled you from the current memory you’d been stuck in. You hadn’t ordered food, and as far as you knew, no one knew where you were. On drunken, wobbly legs, you made your way to the door, looked through the peephole, and then sighed.

“Go away,” you groaned, not wanting to deal with anyone.

“Y/N, let me in. I need to talk to you,” he insisted stubbornly.

“No,” you groaned, then went back over to the bed, bottle of whiskey still in hand, and took another sip.

You heard him picking the lock, making you roll your eyes. He’d found you, and you knew there was no point in arguing with him. He’d just pick the lock if you didn’t open the door. You didn’t even look over at him when you heard the door open and then close.

“You don’t have to do this alone, Y/N. Come home,” he pleaded softly.

“How’d you find me?” you asked, more annoyed since you’d made sure to stay away from all the places you would have gone when you still had DID.

He chuckled, “Did you drink yourself retarded over the last week? I tracked your car through traffic cams.”

Again, you rolled your eyes, “Note taken. Ditch the car. Got it,” you grumbled.

He sat on the bed across from you and sighed, “Y/N, we’re both worried about you. Dean’s barely slept. We just want you to come home. Let us help you.”

You finally looked up at him and could tell he was fighting back tears. You looked worse than you felt, although you hadn’t realized just how bad it really was. Your eyes were slightly sunk in, bags under them. You’d also lost some weight due to eating so little.

“I can’t, Sam. I’m a monster,” you mumbled sadly, then looked away from him, unable to keep the tears away.

“Let me take you home. You’re not a monster. You had a mental illness. Let us help you get through this, please,” he begged you softly, brokenhearted as he saw the tears fall from your eyes.

“He deserves better, Sam. He deserves someone who will love him like he should have been loved from day one. Not someone like me. The things I did to him…” your voice trailed off as you curled into a ball again, hugging your knees close to your chest, unable to stop the sobs.

Sam didn’t know what to say. You’d never been like this before, broken in ways he couldn’t imagine. He reached out and set his hand on your shoulder, but you shied away from him, and he sighed.

“Y/N, I can’t leave you like this. Dean would have my ass if I did,” he pushed, trying to convince you to go home with him.

“I can’t face him, Sam. It- it hurts too much,” you sobbed.

You knew he wasn’t going to leave you there, even if you wanted him to, no matter how much you argued with him. He didn’t say anything. He just got up and started packing up your things, which were strewn across the motel room as you hadn’t cared enough to keep things cleaned up. The last thing he grabbed the whiskey bottle you’d been nursing. You were also too drunk to fight him off when he picked you up and took you out to his car.

Sam had already texted Dean with the information, and someone was already on their way to pick up your car and bring it back to the bunker. You curled up in the passenger seat. On the drive, you either slept or cried, and Sam never pushed conversation with you. The nightmares didn’t stop, though, and neither did your memories.

You took the opportunity when he stopped for gas that night. He’d gone inside to get something or pay, but you weren’t sure. You grabbed your bag and quickly slipped out of the car. That was when you heard the horn of a train from somewhere behind the gas station.

You ran, using the cover of the night and the trees around you, only focusing on the train horn, getting closer to where it was coming from. This way, they wouldn’t be looking for a car, and perhaps neither of them would find you this time. You reached the tracks just as it appeared to your left, down the tracks.

It wasn’t going very fast. You watched from behind a tree as it approached. Once the engine was past where you were, you approached it, carefully choosing an empty boxcar—or at least a mostly empty one. You didn’t care about what was inside. You just huddled in a corner, holding your legs against your chest again. 

I’m sorry, Sam. I couldn’t face him. He deserves better than me. I’m a monster.

The tears slipped down your cheeks. You would have given anything to feel the comfort of Dean’s arms around you, soothing you through the pain and torment you felt. You couldn’t do that, though. You were his abuser, and to you, that was wrong in so many ways, no matter how much he loved you. That was something you still couldn’t fathom, not with what all was coming forward now that you were a singular.

You felt numb all over. Not just physically but emotionally as well. However, at the same time, everything hurt. You didn’t want to remember but you also didn’t want to forget. You didn’t want to think about him, but his memory flooded your mind.

You knew you were no longer like them, but to you, that didn’t matter. Even if you did love him, and would give him all you knew he deserved, you couldn’t bring yourself to go back and face him. You’d see the pain he’d been trying to hide behind his eyes at the abuse your illness had put him through. That might break you, and you knew it.

You were hiding behind one of the bookshelves when the brothers made their way into the library, arguing. The tones of their voices having scared one of the younger personalities to hide.

“She’s been abusing you for years, Dean. She needs to go. I’ve seen the new bruises, and you winced when she hugged you this morning,” Sam growled. “Sam, it’s not her fault. She can’t control it,” Dean attempted to defend with the only reasoning he had left. “But she could go get help, and she chooses not to. You already barely get any sleep, and now you’re getting even less because of what she’s doing to you at night,” Sam continued, mostly ignoring his brother's weak argument. Neither of them knew that at this point in time, five years ago from the day you ran, you’d begun doing research on your condition. Some of your personalities didn’t believe Dean about what was happening at night, others did, and then there were those who didn’t care. The ones who cared wanted the abuse to stop. Dean sighed, then rubbed his hand down his face, frustrated, “I’ll be fine. It’s her I’m worried about.” Before he could continue, Sam cut him off, “I don’t even get why you worry about her. Her personalities are nothing but trouble. Do you even know how many times she’s cheated on you? Do you even care? She has no issue hurting you, and I have a problem with that.” “Yeah, Sam. I do know. But you know what, she always comes home. She doesn’t stay with any of them. She always comes back to me,” he tried to argue another feeble point. “Are you even hearing yourself? You’re trying to justify her horrendous behavior. She’s abusing you, and you act like it’s no big deal. I swear, you have Stockholm syndrome,” Sam barked harshly. That was when Dean saw you, cowering in a corner between two bookshelves, attempting to be as small as possible, shaking, “Damnit,” he mumbled. Sam turned his attention to you, an exasperated expression now on his face, “And now you’re going to feel bad for whatever one of her personalities had to hear all of that. Then, you’ll comfort her. And tonight, she’ll molest you, again,” he snapped before heading to the garage, needing to get away from it all. Dean watched his brother go before he walked over to you, crouching down but not too close, “Hey, little one, it’s okay,” he spoke as if trying to comfort a child. You looked up at him, “Sammy hates me,” you said quietly, as now, it was one of the child personalities. He gave you a soft, gentle smile, “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just trying to look out for me. It’s not your fault. Come on, let's get some ice cream. I hid some in the back of the freezer.” You sniffled but smiled up at him before agreeing.

You looked around, momentarily forgetting where you were, until you heard the train horn.

That’s right. I ran again.

You sighed, leaning your head against the wall of the boxcar. You weren’t sure if you had dozed off or just gotten lost in the memory that played through your mind. Without your car, you had far less on you than you did before Sam had found you. Luckily, there were still a few weapons in your bag. You pulled out the whiskey bottle and began drinking, wanting to drown the memories away.

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Bite The Hand That Feeds

Summary: When the reader is kidnapped by an Alpha, she thinks that’s her biggest problem to deal with but she soon learns how wrong she is…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x reader

Square: Alpha/Omega

Word Count: 12,300ish

Rating: Mature (language, death, kidnapping, fires, violence, angst, injury (not the happiest fic there ever was, that’s for sure))

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo​​

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Baseball Guy

Summary: On the reader’s first day of her new school, she has an unexpected reaction to one of the other students…

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x omega!reader

Squares: Accidental Scent Bond (SPN ABO Bingo) & High School!AU (SPN Dean Bingo)

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, implied smut 

A/N: Written for @spnabobingo & @spndeanbingo

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This just gets better and better. I Hate having to be patient for the next chapters. lol But OMG I LOVE this one.

Dream Warriors Chapter 2

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 2

Summary: Dean suggests a possible explanation for the reader’s dream. The couple and Sam head out on a potential case.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, other original characters

Word Count: 3,992

Warnings: Angst, mentions of a miscarriage, canon typical gore

Author’s Note: If miscarriages are triggering, I would proceed with caution.

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“So, let me get this straight,” Dean starts, pouring a cup of coffee. He’d just gotten you calmed down enough to move to the kitchen of the bunker. While you’d filled him in on the dream you’d had, he fixed a pot of coffee. He brings two mugs over, setting one in front of you, before sitting across from you at the table. “No monsters. Our families were alive. You were married to some douche of a professor. Had a baby girl with said douche. We were just friends. And you’d just found out that your husband was cheating on you?” You nod before taking a long drink from the mug. Setting it back down, you sigh.

“It felt so real though. And I believed this, my life, was a dream,” you tell him, staring at the mug in your hands. Dean reaches over, his hands wrapping around your own. You’re fighting not to lose control as the memories of the dream rush back to you. “My family was alive, Dean. I – I got to hug them again. And – and my brother was married and they had a son.” Dean squeezes your hands as the tears overwhelm you again. “And Ella…”

“The baby,” he says softly. You nod, another sob escaping you.

“She was so beautiful, Dean. So beautiful and perfect,” you cry. He gets up from his chair and makes his way around the table quickly, pulling you into his arms as you break down.

“Of course she was,” he whispers, kissing your hair. You continue to cry into his shoulder for a few minutes before finally calming down a little. You look up at him, a few tears still falling. He smiles softly as he wipes at your cheeks gently.

“She called you Bean. And she had your eyes,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow at you and you shake your head. “Well, not your eyes. They couldn’t have been. They were green like yours though.” He nods then runs his fingers into your hair.

“Well, I think it’s safe to say we know what caused this,” he says. You look at him, curiously. “You know what today is, right?” He asks. You shake your head slightly as you try to recall the date. Early May maybe. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Oh,” you breathe. Dean nods again.

“Today was your due date,” he says. The tears well up again quickly. Dean sighs and wraps his arms around you once more. He kisses your hair as he rubs your back soothingly. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart. I’m so sorry.” You shake your head, pulling away from him.

“Don’t. Stop,” you tell him, wiping at your eyes. He frowns as he watches you.

“Maybe – maybe you should see someone,” he says. You stare at him for a moment.

“What? Like a shrink?” You ask, disbelieving. He shrugs slightly. “And tell them what, Dean? ‘Three months ago, a demon attacked me, and I miscarried our baby. I’ve sorta had a hard time dealing with it.’ No.”

“Y/N,” Dean starts but you cut him off with a sharp look.

“No,” you repeat. He runs his hands over his face in exasperation as Sam comes into the kitchen now, his open laptop in his hands.

“Hey, guys,” he says before stopping in the door, sensing the tension in the room. “Everything okay?” He asks. You look at him and nod as Dean rises to his feet.

“What ya got, Sam?” You ask. He glances at Dean before speaking again.

“Ummm – potential vamp case about 6 hours from here,” he says. You nod and stand from your chair. Dean looks at you and frowns.

“Are you sure you’re ready to get back out there?” He asks. You look at him and roll your eyes.

“I’m fine, Dean. Ready to kill something,” you tell him, heading for the hall quickly. You hadn’t been on a hunt since you’d found out you were pregnant about 8 months ago, staying back at the bunker and doing research when the guys called. You might be a little rusty but the last thing you wanted to do was sit around the bunker and think about that dream.

You knew Dean was right. Your subconscious had created an alternate reality as a way to escape the inevitable pain of today. You and Dean shouldn’t be at the bunker right now. You were supposed to be in the hospital, giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. One who, you were certain, would have looked just like little Ella from your dream. The two of you had been nervous, of course, about bringing a baby into this life but Dean was determined you could make it work. And you had for a while.

You had gone out for a simple grocery run to the local market. The bunker was running dangerously low on the necessary essentials; coffee, pie, pickles. Broad daylight in a crowded parking lot, a man sunk a knife into your pregnant belly. His eyes flashed black as they met yours before he ran away, other shoppers rushing to your aid. An ambulance was called and you were taken to the hospital but it had been too late…

“Y/N,” Dean’s voice cuts through the memories. You blink back tears as you look over at him. He sighs and makes his way across the room to where you’re standing. Shaking your head quickly, you walk over to the closet, avoiding him.

“Which suit do you want to take? The black one or the blue one?” You ask, flipping between the two. His hands come to rest on your shoulders and you immediately tense up.

“You don’t have to go,” he says. You swallow thickly and nod, turning to face him now.

“I need to go, Dean. I can’t stay here by myself. Not today,” you tell him, your eyes landing on the door to the room across the hall. He follows your gaze and frowns before nodding.

“Okay. But – will you at least stay in the room? You haven’t been out in a while and I – I can’t risk losing you too,” he says, his voice quiet. His pleading eyes meet yours and you nod your head once in response. He lets out a breath before stepping away from you. “The blue one’s fine.”

Five and a half hours later, Dean pulls the Impala into the parking lot of a motel. It was a typical stay for the three of you; not too shabby but definitely not five stars either. Sam climbs out of the backseat to go into the office. He leans down to your open window and looks in at the two of you.

“Two rooms?” He asks. You hold back a frown as you look at your hands in your lap.

“Just the one,” Dean tells him. The younger brother glances between the two of you before rising to his full height and making his way to the office door.

Before the accident, you and Dean always had your own room. It wasn’t long after the two of you had gotten together that Sam made the suggestion. You and Dean were very much in love and expressed that love regularly (and loudly according to Sam). It was really no surprise when you’d ended up pregnant. But ever since you’d lost the baby, Dean had barely touched you. Kisses were few and far between. You fell asleep facing opposite walls. He didn’t even look at you the same anymore. And you couldn’t blame him.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice breaks through your thoughts. His hand reaches across the front seat of the car and clasps one of yours. You pull it away almost immediately.

“I’m fine,” you tell him, reflexively.

“You’re crying,” he says, his voice concerned. You shake your head and wipe at the stray tear quickly.

“I’m fine, Dean. Sam’s done,” you say, pointing to the other Winchester as he starts back to the car. You slip out before Dean can say anything else and Sam tosses the room key to you.

“Fifteen,” he says. The two brothers get the bags from the trunk of the car as you unlock the door to the room. You step inside and take a quick inventory. It was nearly identical to the hundreds you’d stayed in before. Nothing remarkable. Sam and Dean come in behind you and Dean deposits both of your bags onto the far bed.

“Hit the morgue first,” Dean says, mostly to himself, as he pulls his fed suit from his bag. You glance at Sam as he does the same before making your way across the room to your own bag. You quickly pull out the black pencil skirt and white button-up shirt you always took on hunts and turn for the bathroom. “What do you think you’re doing?” Dean asks, not looking up from his bag.

“I’m getting ready to go to the morgue,” you tell him casually. He sighs and you watch his hands clench into fists.

“We agreed you’d stay in the room, remember?” He asks. You glance at Sam before taking a step towards Dean.

“It’s just the coroner’s office,” you tell him, your voice soft and almost pleading. He looks up and you can see that he’s torn. Sam clears his throat from the other side of the room.

“You two go. I’ll see what I can dig up on the town,” he suggests. Dean shakes his head slightly and Sam laughs. “You know you can’t stop her.” You watch as something crosses Dean’s face briefly and for a moment you think he might lock you in the bathroom.

“99% of the time, nothing ever even happens at the coroner’s office, Dean,” you say. He lets out a small, sarcastic laugh and nods.

“It’s that 1% I’m worried about,” he says before sighing. He reaches into his bag and pulls a familiar fold of leather before tossing it to you. You catch it and raise an eyebrow at him. Unfolding the leather, you find the fake FBI badge of your favorite alias. “I know you better than you think I do,” Dean says, still riffling through his bag. A wide smile spreads across your face before you take the few steps towards Dean. You place a hesitant kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” you tell him. His eyes meet yours and he smiles a small smile. Not long ago, you both would have taken the opportunity to steal a kiss, a quick nonverbal reminder of your love. Instead, you turn quickly, moving into the bathroom to get ready.

Within an hour, you and Dean are pulling up in front of the small police station. He parks the car outside and the two of you make your way to the door. You’re met by the stereotypical small-town sheriff, a rather large man, close to his retirement for sure. He looks the two of you over briefly.

“Feds?” He asks, crossing his arms. Simultaneously, you and Dean pull your badges from your pockets and flash them.

“I’m Agent Wayne. This is my partner, Agent Prince,” Dean introduces, gesturing towards you. The sheriff nods his head once in acknowledgment.

“Sheriff Donald Anderson. You lost?” He asks. Dean lets out a laugh and runs a hand over his jaw. You glance at him before smiling at Sheriff Anderson.

“We heard you had a few strange cases pop-up. Just wanted to see if we could help out any,” you interject, your voice sweet. Dean tenses up next to you, but you ignore him, continuing to smile at the sheriff as his eyes roam over you once more.

“Well…” He pauses, considering. “A few fresh eyes probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“Could we see the bodies?” You ask. He nods and offers to show you the way. Dean rolls his eyes once the old man turns his back and looks down at you. You smirk at him as you take a step to follow Anderson. “I don’t wear this skirt cause it’s comfortable, ya know,” you tell him in a hushed tone. His eyes run down your exposed legs and he smiles before following you.

Sheriff Anderson leads the two of you down to the basement while filling you in on the details of the case, most of which you already knew from reading the reports. Three dead Jane Doe’s all killed in the same fashion, throats slit and blood drained.

Stepping into the cooler room, you immediately notice a covered female body lying on the table. A young woman, petite and blond with striking green and blue streaks in her hair, is sitting at the desk in the corner.

“Kaylee, this is Agent Prince, and ugh…Agent…” Anderson trails off, looking at Dean.

“Wayne,” Dean tells him, forcing a smile. The sheriff nods and looks back over at the medical examiner.

“Right, right. Wayne. FBI. They’re here to look into the Jane Doe cases,” he tells her. The woman nods and begins to shuffle through some papers on her desk. Sheriff Anderson excuses himself as you and Dean make your way towards the table. Kaylee rises from her desk and comes over, three files in her hands. She hands them over to you and you set two aside, opening the first. Dean looks at Kaylee, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“No I.D.’s yet?” He asks. She shakes her head, pushing her hair back from her face.

“The investigators are looking into missing persons in the local towns but nothing’s turned up,” she tells him. You read over the description of wounds. No defensive marks. Single slice to the throat. Circular incision (?) in the abdomen.

“What’s this?” You ask, pointing the incision comment out to her. She nods and reaches for the sheet, pulling it back. You frown as you take in the poor women’s neck before looking at her stomach. Just above her navel is a perfectly circular hole.

“All three have them,” she tells you both. You look at Dean and he merely shrugs, pulling his phone out to send a picture to Sam. You turn your attention back to the file and skim the rest of it quickly. Three words catch your attention. Fetus heart missing. The file nearly slips from your hand. Dean looks over at your sharp intake of breath.

“What?” He asks. You set the file down with the other three slowly, your hands trembling.

“She was pregnant?” You ask Kaylee. The coroner nods, a sad look in her eyes.

“They all were. And all three of the fetus’ hearts were missing. The police kept that from the newspaper. Thought it was a little too gruesome,” she explains. Dean holds an arm out, reaching to steady you as you take a step backwards.

“I – I’m gonna go call Sam,” you tell Dean, turning for the door quickly. “Get whatever else we need.” You push your way through the door and start up the stairs to the main floor of the building. Stopping about halfway up, you sit down. You squeeze your eyes closed and take a few deep breaths, trying to keep the walls from closing in on you. Your ears start to ring and it isn’t long before you’re sobbing for the second time that day.

A moment later, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs draws your attention. Through teary eyes, you can just make out Dean’s form as he takes a seat on the stairs next to you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close into his side. Your head comes to rest on his shoulder and he presses a kiss to your hair.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. If I had known, I wouldn’t have let you come,” he says, his voice soft and comforting. You shake your head slightly, unable to form any coherent words at the moment. “You wanna go back home?” Sitting up quickly to look at him, you shake your head again. He smiles gently and reaches up, wiping at your cheeks. “I can take you home then come back and help Sam finish the case up.” You swallow thickly and take a shaky breath.

“No. I – I want to stay and – and help,” you tell him. He nods and leans in, brushing his lips against your forehead gently.

“Then let’s get back to the room and see what Sam’s got,” he says. You nod and wipe the remnants of the tears from your cheek.

“Do I look like I’ve been crying?” You ask. He smiles and shakes his head.

“Nah,” he says. You let out laugh as you rise to your feet.

“You’re a terrible liar,” you tell him. He stands as well and takes your hand firmly in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m a professional liar. I’ve just never been able to lie to you,” he says. You manage another short laugh and look down at your hands as he pulls you the rest of the way up the stairs. Biting your lip, you carefully pull your hand out of his. He looks at you as you reach the door.

“Probably lose my pull with the sheriff if he sees us together,” you explain before slipping through the door. Dean sighs and shakes his head as he follows.

The two of you quickly get copies of the police reports before heading back to the motel, stopping at a diner to pick up some dinner. You unlock the door and push it open for Dean to go inside.

“Hey,” Sam says, glancing up at the two of you as walk in together. He’s sat at the table in the corner with his laptop and John’s journal open in front of him. Dean sets the bags on the table.

“Got anything?” Dean asks, pulling out two burgers. You take one of them before reaching into the other bag and getting Sam’s salad out. He smiles at you as he takes it and nods, switching screens on his laptop. He turns it around towards the two of you to reveal an ancient painting depicting a creature of some sort that was seemingly split in half.

“I think it might be a Manananggal,” he says. You and Dean both look at him, raising an eyebrow. “It’s kind of like a vampire from the Philippines.”

“Seriously?” Dean asks, pulling his suit coat off and tossing it onto a chair. Sam nods, spinning his laptop back around.

“Yea. Lore says that they look human but split in half. Their upper torso then flies with bat-like wings during the night to prey on victims. And they’re meal of choice?” Sam trails off, leaning back in his chair. Dean frowns.

“Let me guess…fetal hearts?” He asks. You sigh and sit in the chair across from him, kicking your heels off. Sam nods opening the lid on his salad.

“They apparently have these long, tube-like tongues that can suck them out,” he says. You frown and set your burger down on the table.

“There went my appetite,” you say. Dean smiles a little and pats your shoulder before leaning back against the window sill.

“What else?” He asks his brother. Sam shrugs slightly.

“Ugh, they typically prey on sleeping victims, which would explain the lack of defensive wounds. They do feed on blood as well,” he tells you both. You run your hands over your face.

“Does it say how we can kill it?” You ask. The younger Winchester nods, switching tabs on his laptop.

“It does, actually. Ummmm – the lower half is the more vulnerable one. It says sprinkling salt, garlic, or ash on the lower half can keep the upper half from reattaching and it would die in the sunlight,” he reads. Dean nods, taking a big bite of his burger.

“Sounds easy enough,” he says, his mouth full. You pick at the bun of your own burger, still looking at Sam.

“Now how do we find out who it is?” You ask. Sam’s face falls slightly.

“That’s where I’m stumped. It just says that they’re usually, and I quote, ‘scary, hideous, females’,” he says. You sigh and shake your head, picking up the file with the police reports in it.

“Well we have to find it. And figure out where it’s taking these women from. Three pregnant women up and disappear? Someone has to be looking for them,” you say, opening the file. Dean reaches over and takes the file from you.

“It’s late. You should eat and try to get some sleep,” he tells you. You frown at him. “Y/N, please.”

“I’m not hungry, Dean,” you assure him, reaching for the file again. He pulls it away quickly. “Dean.”

“This will still be here in the morning. We aren’t going to make any major breakthroughs tonight. It’s been a long day. It was a long car ride and then earlier at the coroner’s office. Plus, that dream you had,” he says. You shake your head again, rising to your feet quickly. “Where are you going?” He asks.

“To bed apparently,” you snap at him as you make your way across the room. Grabbing a pair of shorts and one of Dean’s old shirts from your bag, you turn and go into the bathroom. You look at your reflection in the mirror and sigh. You’d already cried off most of your makeup so you wash your face quickly with some warm water.

You begin to undress slowly, taking your time. You run a hand down your abdomen and over the scar across your stomach. The nurses had told you what products to apply to it to help it heal but you’d never used any of them. A part of you didn’t want it to heal, afraid you might forget if it did. You take a deep breath, determined not to cry again and slip into the clothes you’d brought in with you.

As you’re standing over the sink, putting some toothpaste onto your toothbrush, a wave of exhaustion rushes over you. The toothbrush falls from your hand as you brace yourself against the sink to keep from falling over. Your mind begins to fog over and you swear you can hear a baby crying. Shaking your head, you reach over and pull the bathroom door open before stepping back into the room. Dean looks over and rises to his feet before starting across the room towards you.

“Y/N,” he starts but you hold up a shaky hand, cutting him off.

“Did either of you hear a baby crying?” You ask, causing Dean to stop dead in his tracks. The two brothers exchange brief looks before Dean closes the distance between the two of you, taking your arms into his hands gently.

“You okay?” He asks. You look at him as the exhaustion slips up on you again and frown, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“I – I think you were right. I – I must just be – be tired,” you tell him. He nods and slips an arm around your waist, carefully leading you to the bed. He helps you under the blanket as your eyelids quickly become too heavy to keep open any longer. The last thing you feel are his lips against your forehead as the baby’s cries begin to get louder and louder…

“Y/N, Ella’s awake,” you hear a man calling out to you. Ella’s awake. She’s crying. You rub at your eyes as you slowly sit up in the bed before looking at the baby monitor on the bedside table. The door to the master bathroom opens and Jackson steps out.

“It’s about time you woke up. She’s been crying for five minutes,” he says. You stare at him for a moment, trying to process everything. You were back in your bed. Your bed in your house. Not at the bunker. There is no bunker. There are no monsters. There’s just a beautiful house. A beautiful daughter. And a cheating husband.

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The Traveler - Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 pt 2

You're from a specific dimension, Solaris Eclipse. It was a dimension of magic. When your kind, the Eldrathiren, turned fifteen, your unique power would awaken within you. Most times, it was something small, levitation, teleportation, creation, elemental manipulation, and things like that. Once in a while, a fifteen-year-old would just disappear, and those were called Travelers. None of them had ever returned. Your parents had told you stories about them, and you hoped that wouldn't happen to you.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 6024

Pairing Eventually Dean Winchester x OC Reader/You & Sam Winchester x OC Reader/You

Warnings: Angst, fluff, some alcohol use. A/N: Don't think there's anything else in this one. It's fairly relaxed.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 8 - Earth, 2013 pt. 2

The Borhter’s POV

Dean dragged his hand over his face once he closed your door, then headed to the library where Sam was sitting, having another beer, “It’s not fair,” he grumbled. 

“She needs this time to recuperate, Dean. It's not fair to any of us. We don’t even know where Y/N from our time is right now. What dimension she ended up in,” Sam told him, then sighed.

Dean poured himself another glass of whiskey before he sat across from his brother, “This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought it would be. I have to keep reminding myself she’s only sixteen and doesn’t know how we all are together.”

Sam glanced toward the hallway where the rooms were, “She doesn’t look sixteen. That last world was hard on her.” He sipped his beer as the silence spread between them for a bit. “Let's just try to help her remember what laughter is.”

“Not gonna be as easy not being able to touch her,” Dean chuckled, smirking with the thoughts dancing through his mind.

“Hey, I’m trying not to think about that, and you’re not helping,” Sam tried to sound stern but couldn’t keep from chuckling.

“It’s also not gonna be easy sleeping,” Dean somewhat groaned.

“We’ll just have to think of it like when she has her alone nights,” Sam said, glancing over at his brother.

“I have a hard time sleeping those nights. Don’t tell her when she comes back, though. She’ll feel guilty and end up wanting to comfort me instead of taking the alone time she needs,” he told his brother seriously.

“I won’t tell her. I promise. I’m gonna go take care of her clean stuff. Don’t overdo it on the whiskey. You know she’ll be able to smell it on you in the morning,” Sam warned his brother before he headed to the laundry room.

Dean pulled out his wallet, then the picture of you he’d taken when you were seventeen and had come back for the first time, smiling as he got lost in the memory. He let his thumb gently glide across your cheek in the picture. You were in the middle of laughing at a joke he’d told you at Bobby’s. It was the day he realized he was in love with you.

“Dude, how long have you been staring at her picture?” Sam asked, setting your things down on the library table.

Dean quickly slipped the picture back into his wallet, leaning back in his chair, “Not that long. Just pulled it out.”

“Sure ya did,” Sam teased him, knowing he’d probably been staring at it the entire time he’d been gone.

“Bitch,” Dean retorted.

“Jerk,” Sam chuckled, “I’m heading to bed. Don’t beat yourself up. She’ll be back. She always comes back to us.”

“I know,” Dean mumbled, sipping his whiskey.

Sam headed to his room, knowing there was nothing he could do or say that could ease the pain his brother was going through. This wasn’t the first time they’d gone through the heartache of missing you due to your shifting. Since Sam had turned eighteen, the two of them had been trying to figure out a way to help you stay in one dimension. Up until this point, they hadn’t been able to find anything. Sam had been hoping the bunker would hold some secret spell buried somewhere in all the lore it held.

----------------------------------------- Your POV

With this place having no windows and you not knowing how to read a clock, you had no idea what time it was when you woke up. You stretched, then just laid there for a bit, enjoying the softness of the mattress and pillow. Due to the last world you had been in, you weren’t entirely sure how many hours of sleep you would get at a time, as there was no way to tell time in that place.

You pushed the blankets off, got out of bed, and headed toward the library. Neither of the brothers were there, so you headed to the kitchen. They weren’t there either. Then you checked the garage, but the car was still there, so they hadn’t left.

Where are they?

The only way you were going to be able to tell what time it was was if you went outside and you knew it. That, or attempt to find the brothers’ separate rooms and see if they were still sleeping. Sighing, you made your way up the stairs and then to the door that led outside. Opening the door, you couldn’t see any light, and glancing toward the sky, you could still see the stars twinkling in the darkness.

After closing the door, you headed back to your room, grabbing your bag and the small pile of clothes on your way. Although, you weren’t tired. How little sleep had you gotten used to having in the last world you’d been in? Your new goal for the day was learning to read a clock. You set your stuff on top of the small desk in the room, then headed back out to the library. There were so many books lining the shelves. You were sure they were filled with all sorts of fantastic information, but since you didn’t know how to read English, all you could do was admire them. You plucked one from where it was nestled on the shelf and opened it, smiling a little as your fingers danced lightly across the page filled with words. The scent of the old book almost circled around you, and you almost chuckled.

“Sam’s scent,” you mumbled, smiling a little.

You sat down at one of the library tables and slowly flipped through the book. It had some pictures but without the explanation, you didn’t know exactly what you were looking at.

“You’re up early,” Sam said, somewhat surprised as he stopped when he saw you in the library.

“I’ve been up for a while,” you replied as you looked over at him, “Will you teach me how to read a clock?”

He chuckled, “You really are adorable, Y/N. Yeah. I can teach you how to read a clock. Lemme get some coffee.” 

You felt a slight warmth in your cheeks when he called you adorable, and you weren’t entirely sure what to say in return. As he walked away, you closed the book and returned it to where you’d found it, then sat back down and attempted to wait patiently for Sam to return. 

Now on the fifth go around with numbers, several pieces of paper, Sam’s laptop open with a clock on it, you were slightly frustrated.

“Why does this seem so difficult?” you grumbled.

“What are you two up to?” Dean asked, finally awake and in the war room.

“Numbers are annoying,” you grumbled again, laying your head on your arms on the table.

“Sam, did you try with coins?” Dean asked.

“No. I was trying to teach her what the numbers were, not how to count,” Sam told him in a slightly smart-ass way.

“I got you, Sweetheart,” Dean told you, “Lemme grab some coffee real quick.”

When Dean returned, he had a cup of coffee and a box. He sat down on the other side of you, smiling.

“How are dominos going to help her learn numbers?” Sam asked, both confused but also amused.

“You’ll see,” Dean chuckled as he dumped the dominos out of the box.

You sat up a little, watching Dean. He was grouping the small rectangular objects with dots on them. Then he took some of the paper, drew numbers on them, and then put one of the objects under the number. 

“Okay, Sweetheart. Technically, these are called dominos, but right now, that doesn’t matter. I know you can count. This will help you make the correlation,” he chuckled.

Dean continued to explain his concept to you as you tilted your head in curiosity. He started at the first one. The domino had a single dot on it, and the paper had a number. Once you caught onto his concept, it was reasonably straightforward. The amount of dots equaled the number on the page. Sam just shook his head at how his brother had taught you numbers.

They did get a little complicated after ten, but with some practice, you picked it up quickly. Dean grabbed Sam’s laptop and explained how the numbers were divided by the hour and the minutes and had your wrapped attention. Once you were able to tell him the time consistently, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Dean,” you told him happily, “Now I’m hungry.”

He chuckled, hugging you back, “You’re welcome, Sweetheart.”

Once you disappeared into the kitchen, Ssam turned toward his brother, “I can’t believe you taught her numbers with dominos,” he chuckled, thoroughly amused.

“It worked, didn’t it?” he asked, rather proud of himself.

Before Sam could answer, you poked your head out of the hallway for the kitchen, “Umm, I kinda need some help with what's okay to eat.”

“I’ll help her with breakfast. You’ll try to make her eat salad or something,” Dean told Sam before he joined you in the kitchen.

You followed him to the fridge, curiously attempting to see what he was getting out, but when he backed up, he bumped into you.

“Tell you what. Have a seat on the island there, and you can watch, okay?” he told you, trying not to chuckle at how adorable he found your curiosity.

“Okay,” you sighed. 

You hopped up onto the island but occasionally had to move to see what he was doing. You were careful, though, to avoid bumping into what he had placed on the island. The familiar scent of bacon wafted through the air, causing you to purr. You weren’t quite sure what the other two things were, but they smelled delicious as well.

“Alright, have a seat at the table,” he told you, plating up what he had cooked.

“What is it?” you asked, moving to the table.

“I give you bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns with two pieces of toast,” he explained, setting the plate down in front of you.

Your eyes followed the plate and widened when you saw the deliciousness in front of you, “Looks yummy.”

“Dig in, Sweetheart,” he chuckled before he began cleaning up.

He could hear you purring from across the kitchen as he cleaned and you ate. He was also missing the you from this time but refused to let it show. Dean knew you couldn’t feel the connection and that you wouldn’t feel it fully until Sam hit eighteen. 

You happily ate, enjoying the new food, especially when you ate some of it all together. At least now, you could tell time here, and you planned on figuring out how long you normally slept for. Once you finished eating, you took the dishes over to the sink. You’d watched how Dean had washed the other things, so decided to attempt washing yours.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, slightly puzzled.

“Helping,” you mumbled, messing with the nobs on the sink.

He chuckled and walked over to you, “This one’s hot, that one is cold. You need hot water to wash dishes with so it gets all the food off,” he explained gently.

“I know how to wash dishes. It’s just a little different in your world than mine,” you told him, using the scents in the air to direct you to the soap and sponge.

Dean leaned against the counter and watched you, arms crossed. The hot water was hotter than you had expected, so you had to turn on some of the cold one so it didn’t burn your hands. You wondered why Sam had stayed in the library but didn’t ask. Your mind wandered for a moment.

Two mates…

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah. Sorry. I got lost in thought,” you replied, putting the now clean dishes into the drainer with the others.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” he asked fairly curiously.

“Just stuff you don’t want to tell me about,” you answered plainly as you dried your hands on a towel nearby.

Dean sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not mad. It just sucks,” you replied, now looking up at him, “So, now what? You said I was here for two weeks.”

“I’m not sure, really,” he answered, looking like he was attempting to think of something.

You giggled at the face he was making, “Let’s go see if Sam has any suggestions.”

Dean rolled his eyes but followed you to the library, “Sam, got any suggestions for what the three of us could do while Y/N is here?” 

“Hmm,” Sam hummed, now thinking as you and Dean sat down in the library. 

You noticed how Sam had cleaned the things up from when Dean taught you about numbers and how to read time here. While Sam thought, your mind wandered again.

When does it happen? Am I in their world when they feel it? How do I get back to the right time? Where do I end up after this shift? Why do they have to smell so good? How would two mates even work? Do they get jealous of each other? 

Too many questions with no answers. You knew you couldn’t ask them. They already wouldn’t give you answers you wanted. As your thoughts traveled down a very intimate path, Sam finally spoke, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Well, we could teach you to read English so you can read some of the books. Then there are games we could play that you might like,” Sam shared, using his memories of her future self and the things they’d all done in the past.

“We could spar a little,” Dean chuckled, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“You sure you wanna do that?” you asked, not completely understanding what he was suggesting.

“You might learn something on how to defend yourself better. Plus, it’s all in a friendly way. We wouldn’t be doing it to hurt each other,” he explained.

After mulling over what they had both suggested, you opted for learning to read English, at least to start with. Dean grumbled a little, so you told him that when you needed a break, you’d want to try the sparing with him. Seeing him smile like a happy child made you giggle.

Sam moved so that he was sitting next to you with his laptop open. You watched as he pressed the keys, and things changed on the screen. Learning how to read wasn’t too tricky, as you had picked up speaking English quickly on your first visit to Earth. He started with simple words and worked up to harder, more complicated ones.

Four or so hours later, Dean was beyond bored, and you could tell. Sam had switched from the laptop to several different lore books from the bookshelves. You found reading fascinating, along with the information the books held. A plate being set on top of the pages you were reading caused you to look up seeing Dean.

“Figured you were hungry. It’s past lunch,” he told you, attempting a smile.

“Oh. Uh, thanks, and I’m sorry. I’m not used to paying attention to time,” you replied, feeling bad.

Dean sighed and sat next to you, “Don’t feel bad. I just wanted to spar with you today, but you looked so happy reading, I didn’t want to ask.”

You gave him a small, happy smile, “Then after I eat, we’ll spar,” you replied, then looked at Sam, “Are you coming too?”

“Sure,” Sam chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

The sandwich was delicious. You had really missed Earth food, and this one was new, with new items and flavors that made you purr as you ate. Dean had even brought you a soda. The bubbles it had, which Dean explained was carbonation, tickled your nose, making you giggle. The belch you released caused both brothers to laugh.

“Ready?” Dean asked, getting up from his seat.

“Definitly,” you replied with a mischievous smirk.

You followed Dean while Sam followed you to the gym. As Dean opened the door, your eyes widened with awe at everything inside the room. You had seen it when he’d given you the tour the day before, but this time, you were able to look at all the objects in the room. Everything was placed neatly around the room. You only vaguely knew what these items were, as you’d seen most of them on TV on your first visit to Earth.

Dumbbells and barbells of varying sizes were neatly organized on racks along the walls. Vintage boxing equipment adorned one corner of the room, its weathered leather and polished wood exuding a sense of timeless nostalgia. Heavy punching bags hung lifeless from the ceiling, their surfaces worn smooth from countless rounds of training and sparring.

In the center of the room, several thick mats lay on the floor, ready for sparring between the brothers and now you. Dean slipped off his shoes, as did Sam before they walked onto the mat. So, taking that as a queue, you did the same. 

You felt giddy as a sense of anticipation coursed through your body, watching the brothers for a moment. They had no idea what you’d learned in the last two places you’d been, or at least, you hoped they didn’t know. It would at least give you an advantage, even if this was just for fun. 

“You ready for this, kitty cat?” Dean teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your ears twitched in amusement at the nickname, your tail swishing behind you in anticipation, “Bring it on, Winchester,” you retorted, voice laced with determination and playfulness.

At least it would be one-on-one, as you weren’t sure you could manage both of them at the same time. You and Dean nodded in agreement before you both lunged forward simultaneously. Your movements were a blur of speed and agility. However, your cat-like abilities gave you the upper hand.

Dodging Dean’s hits and attempted grapples was simpler than you had expected, and you wondered if he was going easy on you. So, after dodging yet another punch, your muscles coiled like a spring as you countered with a swift kick to his side. Hoping back a couple of steps, you smirked, looking at him.

He grunted as Sam chuckled. Dean stumbled back a bit, but his grin widened into a smirk, “Not bad,” he admitted, his eyes alight with excitement, “But let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Sure you aren’t going easy on me, Winchester,” you chuckled, distracting him with your words.

Wasting no time, you launched another attack, your movements fluid and precise as you danced around Dean’s defenses with practiced ease. Your cat-like agility allowed you to move with lightning-fast reflexes, darting in and out of his reach with grace and finesse. You found it fairly fun to just tap his body instead of actually hitting him. Just showing him you had the ability was far more amusing.

The few hits Dean did get in were light in comparison to things you’d fought before. Although, you were still fairly certain he was going easy on you. He did manage to block several of your jabs, but it taught you how he moved, making further hits far easier.

“Pretty sure she’s up on hits, Dean,” Sam chuckled from the sideline.

Dean refused to take his eyes off you, watching how you moved, “Shut up, Sam.”

In one last swift movement, you knocked his feet out from under him, chuckling as he landed flat on his back, “That the best you’ve got, Winchester?” 

All he did was smirk as he grabbed your leg, pulling you to the ground with him, where he attempted to pin you, “Just a friendly sparing match, Sweetheart.”

You smirked, not only getting out of his hold but turning things around so that you were now pinning him, “Still think you’re going easy on me.”

“All right. That’s enough for one day,” Sam chuckled.

“What? Worried I’ll pin you too?” you asked Sam, not taking your eyes off Dean.

“Alright, Sweetheart, let me up,” Dean chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, letting go of him and moving so he could stand. You had no idea that he knew your weaknesses, although he wasn’t going to use any of them. You were far too young for him to use those particular tactics this time.

“No. Just figured we could all relax with a movie before dinner,” Sam chuckled again as he slipped on his shoes.

“I like movies,” you replied happily, picking up your shoes so you could just toss them into your room. Walking around in socks was far more fun as you could slide across the smooth floor of the bunker.

Halfway through the movie, you looked over at Dean, who was to your right in the chair again, debating the question you’d been thinking about since you’d gotten there. “Do you know where I’m going to end up after here?”

Dean paused the movie and looked over at you, as had Sam, “All I can tell you is that it won’t be as bad as the last place. You still have to be careful, though,” he answered, hating he couldn’t tell you more.

You sighed and looked back at the TV screen, so he pushed play as the brothers shared a silent conversation through their expressions.

Dean again carried you to your bed that night, as you hadn’t wanted to go to sleep after one movie, and left you with Sam to watch another while he had made dinner. The three of you even ate while watching the movie.

That first week passed quickly, too quickly for you. There was laughter, teasing with light banter and jokes, and there were too many times when you’d get quiet or they would. It was those awkward moments you wanted answers for. 

You also realized you had horrible sleeping habits. Some nights, when you’d go to sleep, you’d sleep for six hours; other times, it was only a couple, and you’d end up needing to nap during the day. It took almost that whole first week to fix that, so you were sleeping all night. On the nights you were awake, you’d spend your time in the library, reading the lore books.

During those times when you’d read, your mind drifted to your interactions with the brothers. The way they would look at you when they thought you weren’t paying attention. Their scent was also different from the last time you’d seen them. They always acted as though they wanted to be closer to you but were keeping their distance on purpose.

That second week, Dean introduced you to his music. Due to your hearing, he couldn’t turn it up as loud as he usually would have. He did watch you, though, as you listened to the words and the beat, adoration in his eyes and a soft smile. Sam chuckled, watching the two of you. Some of his music you really enjoyed. The ones with an upbeat sound made you want to move your body along with it. The slow ones weren’t your favorites, but you listened to them because you were curious as to what they were about and why Dean liked them.

When you asked Sam about the kind of music he liked, Dean just rolled his eyes. Then, he went to make some food while Sam shared some of his favorites with you. You noticed Sam had more love songs mixed in with lighter rock music, some country, and more recent things. Some of the songs were even sweet, making you smile a little.

“There’s nothing like that where I’m from,” you told the brothers as the three of you ate some lunch Dean had prepared.

“There’s probably nothing like it in any dimension that isn’t similar to Earth,” Dean chuckled.

“Is there any more pie?” you asked curiously, but also wanting to change the subject. You could tell that the brothers didn’t completely agree on music.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. You had the last slice a few days ago,” Dean answered, feeling a bit bad that they were out.

“I can go make a run, pick some up,” Sam offered, knowing his brother needed this time with you more than he did. He also had far more patience than Dean did.

“Really?” you replied, your ears perking up at Sam’s words.

Sam chuckled, “Yeah, really.”

You jumped up from your seat, quickly going over to Sam and hugging him tightly, overjoyed. “Thank you.”

He gently put his arm around you, holding you close rather than hugging you. “You’re welcome.” There was also a softness in his tone and his touch, which you didn’t miss. It made all those questions circle through your mind again. You watched Sam head to the garage before you sighed and sat back down, confused and mildly frustrated.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked you from across the table.

“Just questions you won’t answer,” you grumbled.

“Sweetheart,” Dean sighed sadly.

“I know. You can’t tell me stuff. It just sucks, that’s all,” you replied quietly, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Come on. Let’s play a game,” he offered, trying to brighten your mood and change the subject.

You tilted your head at his suggestion, puzzled but also curious as your ears perked up. He went over to a shelf on the far side of the library and grabbed a rectangular box before sitting back across from you, smiling like a little kid. You found him looking fairly adorable at that moment.

“This is a game called Sorry. Since you can read now, it should be easy enough to follow along,” he explained.

Dean explained the rules and that you had to pick a color for the pieces that would be yours. So, you chose blue, and he chose red. The two of you played the game, and you got the hang of it quickly, realizing you did have a bit of a competitive side, which the game brought out. You were on the second game, halfway through it, when Sam returned with the pie.

Before you could tackle him with another hug and grab the bag containing the item you wanted, he held it above his head, causing you to pout.

“I’ll put a slice on a plate for you. You can’t have the whole thing in one sitting,” he told you, attempting to keep from chuckling as you tried to reach the bag he held over his head. Perhaps if you weren’t 5’2”, you might have been able to reach it better.

“Come on, Sam. Let her have the pie. One time won’t hurt her,” Dean chuckled, trying to persuade his brother.

“You’re as bad as she is,” Sam chuckled, finding you rather amusing as you still were attempting to reach the bag.

“Pwease,” you begged, pouting slightly, trying to give him those kitten eyes.

It took everything in Dean not to lose it laughing as Sam sighed, giving in and handing you the bag that contained the pie. You were acting like an adorable kid, and he couldn’t tell you no when you looked at him like that; neither of them could. You may not have known that at the time, but you’d learn later on.

“Lemme get you a fork,” Sam chuckled.

You were grinning from ear to ear as you sat back down, pulling the pie out of the bag and setting it on the table in front of you. The aroma filled our senses when you opened the package, closing your eyes to commit it to memory. You were so lost in enjoying the apple pie in front of you that you’d completely forgotten about the game you and Dean had been playing.

“So, you want to take your turn or just eat your pie?” Dean asked through a chuckle, making you giggle.

“We can keep playing,” you answered, then took another bite of pie before taking your turn.

Throughout the rest of the day, the three of you played different board games. Though, Dean suggested you cook with him when dinner time rolled around. The way the stove worked fascinated you. He didn’t have to build a fire or get the coals to the amount needed for whatever needed cooking. This thing, you just turned a nob, and the fire appeared under the burner. Then, you could adjust it to the strength you needed the flame. Yeah, you’d watched him cook before, but this was the closest you’d been to the stove so far when he started.

“I’m gonna teach you how to make those burgers you like so much,” he explained.

Smiling like a little kid again, you opened the fridge and pulled out the things you’d seen him grab before when he cooked these things. Like bacon and ground meat. Then, there were the toppings that he cut up, along with cheese.

“Somebody’s eager,” he laughed, watching you.

“I love these things. No other place has had anything like this,” you admitted, still smiling as you placed the items on the island for him.

Dean explained every step as he did it, starting with putting the ground meat in a medium-sized bowl and then adding the spices before mixing them into the meat. You helped him form the patties, watching carefully how he did it so you could mimic the outcome.

After washing your hands, Dean explained the cooking process, starting the burgers in one pan and the bacon in another. He even came up behind you, holding your hands gently. He showed you how to hold onto the handle of the pan while flipping the burgers with the spatula in your other hand.

It felt nice to be close to him, comforting in a way. He didn’t stay there long, though, before he leaned against the island and sipped his beer, just watching you cook.

He began slicing up the toppings, and you wanted to help with that, too. So, he explained how thick things needed to be, and you grabbed the onion, following his directions. The onion made your eyes and nose water, which was somewhat annoying but made Dean chuckle. Sam had even come to watch the two of you from the kitchen doorway, smiling softly at the scene of the two of you.

“Smells amazing,” Sam said with a smile as he finally joined the two of you once it was done cooking.

“She’s a quick learner,” Dean smirked, watching you plate up a burger for yourself.

“It helps when I have a good teacher,” you smiled, looking at the two of them, plate in hand. “Are we watching another movie or eating at the kitchen table tonight?”

“We can do another movie. How about an action one this time?” Dean asked.

“I think that’d be okay,” you replied, then headed toward the room with the huge TV.

And that was how most of the second week went. Dean taught you how to cook, the three of you played board games and watched movies, and the two of them taught you a few new things, one of which was how to use a gun and how it worked. Since you knew how to read at this point and had read several of the lore books, they also taught you what killed what in their world. 

You woke one morning, near the end of the second week, feeling a pull toward something. It wasn’t the scent you’d been following. No, this was a different sort of feeling. You dressed, then made sure your bag was packed with all your belongings, including the new things the brothers had given you. 

I don’t want to leave, but I know I can’t stay.

It was early, just after seven, when you set your belongings on one of the library tables. The oddest thing about this particular visit to Earth was that you hadn’t gotten any abilities like you had in the other worlds. 

Perhaps it’s because this is the future here and not the present time?

Your ears drooped as that familiar scent drifted along the air.

Almost time…

Now, all you had to do was wait until the brothers woke up and came into the library. You knew that if you walked out of that room, you’d end up in another dimension. That was how it always happened. The scent would come, and you’d walk through some sort of space between two objects or a doorway, and then you’d be in another dimension. You closed your eyes and really took in the scent this time: the scent of the pages of an old book, pine, apple pie, oil, coffee, mint, and that one shampoo in the shower you thought smelled almost like pine but slightly different. It was the brothers’ scents, all mixed together, but it wasn’t like what they smelled like now. It was from a time that you wanted to get back to, as this was the future and not where you were meant to be.

“You okay?” Sam asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

You gave him a small, sad smile, “It’s time, Sam. I have to go.”

Without hesitation, he went to you and pulled you into his arms, holding you close. It was far more than just a hug, “We will see each other again. You always find your way home, Y/N.”

“Thanks. I didn’t want to leave, without saying goodbye and… thank you, for everything,” you replied quietly, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m gonna go get Dean. He’ll want to see you too, before you go,” he told you quietly, although he didn’t want to let go of you, not yet.

“I’m really gonna miss you guys,” you said, now fighting back tears of sadness at leaving them yet again.

Sam gently squeezed you one more time and kissed the top of your head before he headed to wake up his brother. The two returned shortly afterward. You hadn’t gotten ready, not quite yet. It would have been challenging to hug Dean with your stuff on you.

“Has it really been two weeks already?” Dean asked, now wide awake.

“Yeah,” you sighed.

He then wrapped you up in a hug, but it was more like an intimate embrace. So, you put your arms around his waist and held him just as close. The goodbyes last time were bittersweet as well. This time, though, it felt harder.

“You’ll be okay. You always find your way home, Sweetheart,” and there was a softness in his words that made you both feel comforted but also like you wanted to cry.

“I’m looking forward to when I can finally stop dimension-hopping,” you mumbled, leaning your head on his chest.

“We’ll never stop looking for a way to help you with that,” Sam said, and you realized he was now standing next to his brother.

The two of them hugged you, sandwiching you between them. The feeling of safety, comfort, peace, and then something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on made you want to stay. You knew better, though. Fighting against following the scent only ended up hurting you in the long run.

When the scent came again, you pulled away from the two of them, tossing your bag over your shoulder and grabbing your spear before you looked back up at them.

“I’m gonna miss you two,” you told them, trying not to look as sad as you felt.

They both gave you a comforting smile, “We’re gonna miss you too. Hell, we miss you now, but we’ll see each other again,” Dean tried to reassure you.

With a deep breath, you walked toward the opening between the library and the war room, the scent drifting along the air, beckoning you to follow. You looked at the brothers one last time, trying to commit their appearance to memory before turning toward the opening, then stepped down the two steps toward the war room when everything changed.

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pairing; Dean x Reader

synopsis; Sam and Cass noticed how Dean’s acting around you. One day, Sam confront him about it.   

warning; just fluff. 

note: I’m sorry for any mistakes, my native language is not English.

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Silence filled the room as the soft glow of the rising sun filtered through the windows. You lay in the motel bed, wrapped in the tangled sheets, sound asleep. Dean had insisted that you take his bed after returning from the hunt the previous night, recognizing your exhaustion and injuries. He had opted to sleep on the couch instead.

As morning dawned, the Winchesters prepared to leave, but you remained lost in slumber, oblivious to their movements. Sam glanced at his brother, a hint of concern in his eyes. "We should wake her up now," he suggested quietly.

Dean hesitated, his concern for your well-being evident. He had been adamant about letting you rest as long as possible, emphasizing the importance of recuperation after the strenuous hunt. Sam couldn't help but wonder why Dean was so insistent on ensuring you got enough sleep.

Reluctantly, Dean nodded, understanding the necessity of rousing you from your peaceful slumber. He approached the bed with gentle steps, sitting down beside you. Leaning in, he lightly shook your shoulder, coaxing you awake. You stirred, murmuring softly, before finally opening your eyes.

Upon seeing Dean's familiar face, a blush crept onto your cheeks. It was a sight you had dreamt of waking up to, but reality surpassed any dream. His warm smile greeted you, and he tenderly brushed away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across your eyes. In that moment, despite the chaos of their lives, you felt a sense of calm and comfort envelop you.

"Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty," Dean gently roused you from your sleep with a soft smile.

"Mm'kay," you mumbled sleepily, returning his smile as you slowly stirred awake.

Dean stood up, giving you space to get ready to leave. As you prepared to depart, you all piled into the car. Dean surprised you by opening the back door for you, a gesture you hadn't expected but found oddly sweet. Smiling gratefully, you climbed into the car, settling into your seat.

During the road trip, you made an effort to stay engaged, chatting with the boys and sharing jokes. Each time you spoke, Dean's eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, and a shy smile graced his lips. Your heart fluttered at his attention, feeling a warmth spread through you with each exchanged glance.

Observing his brother's behavior, Sam couldn't help but notice the way Dean looked at you and the genuine smiles he shared with you. Curiosity piqued, he tried to discern what had captured his brother's attention, but from his perspective, everything seemed ordinary. Shrugging it off, he dismissed it as nothing more than sibling intrigue.

Three days later, as dusk settled over the woods, you found yourself hunting with the Winchesters. The fading light made it difficult to see where you were stepping, and you stumbled over something, nearly losing your balance. Before you could fall, Dean was by your side in an instant, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist to steady you. Instinctively, you reached out, grabbing onto his shoulder for support.

"You alright?" Dean's voice was filled with concern as he looked into your eyes.

"Yeah, thanks," you replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his proximity.

It was then that you became acutely aware of the position you were in—your bodies pressed together, his hand still firmly on your waist. Blushing shyly, you took a step back, attempting to create some distance between you. However, Dean seemed reluctant to let you go. Instead, he reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, refusing to release you.

Sam observed the interaction between you and his brother, concern etched on his face. He asked if you were okay, but his attention was soon drawn to your joined hands. With a knowing look and a small smirk, he remained silent, allowing the unspoken moment to linger between you and Dean.

Since that hunt, Sam couldn't help but notice his brother's behavior around you. Dean seemed to constantly find reasons to touch you—whether it was a reassuring hand on your back, soothing caresses to calm your nerves, or casually resting his arm around your shoulder during meals. Sam even suspected that your thighs might be purposely brushing against each other under the table at times.

Even Castiel, the angel, had taken notice of the attention Dean bestowed upon you. On one occasion, after witnessing you and Dean holding hands, Castiel had approached Sam and inquired if you two were in a relationship.

It was evident to Sam that Dean was smitten with you. He was always by your side, offering support and affection, yet he seemed hesitant to express his true feelings. And despite Dean's obvious displays of affection, you either didn't seem to notice his behavior or chose not to acknowledge it.

As time passed, Sam found himself growing increasingly annoyed by Dean's constant attention towards you. It was endearing, yes, but it also felt like Dean was tiptoeing around his feelings for you without ever fully expressing them. Sam couldn't help but wonder when—or if—his brother would finally muster the courage to confess his true feelings to you.

This morning, Sam waited for you to step into the bathroom before turning to his brother, Dean, with a serious expression. Dean raised his eyebrows, clearly sensing that Sam had something on his mind.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" Dean asked, confusion evident in his tone.

"Dude, you think I haven't noticed?" Sam replied, rolling his eyes. "What?"

"You and Y/N. All those little gestures you make towards her—holding her hand, comforting her—it's like you can't stop touching her. You need to tell her how you feel," Sam urged, his voice firm.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean denied, avoiding his brother's gaze.

"Dude! I've seen it all. You like her. Tell her," Sam insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Dean remained silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the floor as he grappled with his thoughts. Finally, he spoke, his voice tinged with vulnerability—a rare sight when it came to this topic.

"I don't know if she feels the same way. If not, it could destroy our friendship... And it would be hard to work with her. I don't want to mess up everything," Dean admitted, his concerns laid bare for the first time.

"You have to try," Sam encouraged gently, his eyes filled with understanding.

Before Dean could respond, the bathroom door swung open, and you emerged, fully dressed but with your hair still damp from the shower. Sam quickly excused himself, claiming he had forgotten something in the car, but not before throwing a meaningful look in Dean's direction, leaving you feeling puzzled.

"What was that all about?" you asked, approaching Dean with furrowed brows.

"I need to talk to you," Dean said seriously, his tone somber. You felt a knot of worry form in your stomach. What could he possibly need to discuss?

"I'm listening," you replied, waiting for him to continue.

"We're friends, so... I don't want to risk ruining that," Dean began, and your concern only grew. What was he getting at?

"But, over the past few months, I've started to see you as more than a friend," he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor. 

You blinked, processing Dean's confession, and then a smile spread across your face. It felt like a wave of happiness washed over you, and you couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly, and warmth flooded your heart. You were happy—truly happy.

Unable to contain your joy, you reached out and gently lifted Dean's chin, urging him to meet your gaze. When he saw the radiant smile on your face, he couldn't help but return it, though nervousness still lingered in his eyes. 

"You're more than a friend to me too, Dean," you murmured, your voice filled with affection as you smiled goofily at him.

Dean's smile widened, and he shyly brushed his fingers against yours. Almost instinctively, your hand slipped into his, your fingers intertwining effortlessly. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden shyness—it was a rare sight from him.

On an impulse, you lifted onto your tiptoes and pressed a hesitant kiss against his lips. Immediately, Dean responded, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close as the kiss deepened. The sensation of his lips against yours sent a rush of warmth through your body, and you melted into the embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. In that moment, with Dean's arms around you and his lips pressed against yours, everything felt perfect.

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