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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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Dream Warriors Chapter 3 Sneak Peek

Chapter 3 is coming your way on Saturday. Here's a little peek to tide you over until then.

Catch up before the next chapter here.

“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 you glass closer to you.

“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.

“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?!”

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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.

Read Chapter 1 here.

“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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Dream Warriors Chapter 2 Sneak Peek

Thanks for all the love on Dream Warriors!! And we're only one chapter in!! Chapter 2 goes up Saturday afternoon. If you haven't read Chapter 1 yet or you wanna give it a reread, you can do that here.

Below is a sneak peek at a scene from the next chapter. Enjoy!!

“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.

“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.

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Faithfully

Title: Faithfully

Song Inspiration: Faithfully by Journey

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other SPN characters

Word Count: 4, 904

Warnings: Pregnancy

Author's Note: This was an anonymous request. Such a beautiful song and so perfect for Dean. Thanks for the idea Anon!!

Highway run into the midnight sun,

Wheels go ‘round and ‘round, you’re on my mind,

Restless hearts, sleep alone tonight,

Sendin’ all my love along the wire.

“Another?” The bartender asks Dean, pointing to the beer he’d been nursing for a while.

“No thanks. Work tomorrow,” Dean tells him, tossing some cash onto the bar. He and Sam had rolled into town a little earlier in the day. Some case Sam had found; a witch or shifter or…something. Dean couldn’t remember.

“Leaving so soon?” A sultry voice asks. Dean looks over to find a gorgeous, young blonde sliding onto the booth beside him. She tosses her hair over her shoulder and leans forward to highlight her ample breasts. A hand reaches for his knee but Dean catches her wrist.

“Sorry, Sweetheart. Not happening,” he tells her, letting her go. She rolls her eyes and stands, moving to her next target. Dean laughs lightly, shaking his head.

A few years ago, that would have been all the invitation he’d have needed. They would have wandered out to the Impala, maybe made it back to her place for a night of meaningless sex, and he would have returned to Sam first thing in the morning, satisfied. But all that had changed almost a year ago.

As he heads out of the bar and into the cold, he pulls his phone out, smiling at the screen. The picture that greets him is one of his favorites. It’s from the small “vacation” the two of you had taken only a couple months ago. It was one of Bobby’s old safe houses he’d told Dean about; a beautiful little cabin out by a lake. Dean had snapped the picture of you sitting on the small dock, feet dangling off the edge. You’d teased him about pursuing a career in photography after seeing it.

He finds your name with ease and calls as he climbs into the driver’s seat of his car. It rings twice before you pick up.

“Hey,” you answer. Dean smiles immediately at your voice.

“Hey,” he replies. “Bad time?”

“For you? Never,” you laugh lightly. He smiles even wider at your laugh.

“Still in Utah?” The familiar sound of the Impala’s engine roaring to life comes through the phone.

“Yea. Found the nest though. Taking it out tonight,” you tell him, as you lean back against your car.

“On your own?” Dean asks, voice laced with concern.

“No, Dean,” you say, smiling to yourself. “I’m not stupid, ya know?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N,” he says. “Just…you know…”

“Awwww. You worried about me, Winchester?” You tease him, pushing off the car and walking to your trunk.

“Always,” he admits, almost too quietly for you to hear. Almost. Your smile softens as you open the trunk, glancing around at your weapons.

“You just calling to check up on me?” You ask, pulling a machete out to check the blade.

“No…just…missed you,” he confesses. You swing the machete around quickly to test it out. “Haven’t seen you since…”

“The cabin,” you finish. “I know. I miss you too.”

The two of you had been off and on for the majority of the time you’d known each other. It had mostly been a friends with benefits situation until last year. Suddenly, you were way more on than off. It was starting to feel like a real relationship. You hadn’t slept with anyone else and Dean said he hadn’t. You trusted him, of course.

“I’ve been thinking…” Dean starts, seemingly getting the subject away from…feelings.

“Haven’t hurt yourself, have ya?” You ask. You can practically hear Dean roll his eyes.

“Will you shut up? I’m trying to be serious here,” he tells you. You laugh and slam the trunk closed, machete in hand. Your cousin’s car pulls up, parking next to your own. You smile and wave at her.

“Serious. Right. Sorry. Go ahead,” you say.

“I was thinking you should come to the bunker,” he says. You smile and roll your eyes.

“I was planning to come by after this,” you tell him. He sighs and cuts the engine off, having reached the motel.

“No, Y/N. That’s not what I meant,” he says. You hold up a finger to your cousin, asking her to give you a minute when she gets out of the car. “You should move…into the bunker…with me.” You’re mid swing on the machete when he asks, causing you to freeze. The machete slips from your hand, landing near your cousin.

“Jesus, Y/N!!” She snaps. You wave a hand at her in apology as you walk away.

“What are you saying, Dean?” You asks. He lets out a chuckle.

“I’m saying that…I’ve really started to hate sleeping alone, sleeping without you. I hate waking up without you,” he starts. “Now, I don’t wanna tie you down or anything. Do your hunts, whatever you want. I just want the bunker to be…home.” You hold the phone away for a moment and breathe deeply. You were mere moments from clearing a vampire nest. You weren’t about to cry. Returning the phone to your ear, you can’t help but smile.

“Dean,” you say. “I’ll go anywhere you go. You’re already my home.” Dean smiles and closes his eyes for a second, thanking anyone who was listening.

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family,

Right down the line, it’s been you and me,

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

You walk into the kitchen of the bunker one morning, stretching. Sam’s already sitting at the table, his laptop open in front of him. You smile at him widely and walk over, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Morning, Sammy,” you tell him. He looks at you and laughs lightly.

“Good morning,” he says, watching as you walk over to the counter, humming. You pour yourself a cup of coffee, swaying to the music in your head. “You’re awful perky this morning.”

“Am I?” You ask, glancing back at him. He laughs and nods. You shrug, leaning against the counter.

“I guess you two had a good Valentine's Day?” He asks.

“We had a great Valentine’s Day,” you laugh.

“Well, I’m glad,” Sam tells you, looking back at his computer. Dean comes in, a smile to rival yours plastered on his face. He walks over and kisses you quickly before getting his own coffee. Sam looks at the two of you and starts to laugh. “Is that a hickey??” He asks. You and Dean exchange glances before Dean moves your hair from your shoulder, examining your neck briefly. He smirks.

“Looks like it,” he says. You laugh and shrug at Sam.

“I said it was great,” you tell him. Dean smiles and pulls you in for another kiss, your arms snaking around his neck.

“I found a case. If either of you care,” Sam announces. Dean sighs as he let you go and turns to his brother, taking a drink of his coffee. “Stacy Altman, 19 year old babysitter from Hudson, Ohio was murdered last night,” he says. Dean nods slightly.

“Oh, that blows. But if her name’s not Amara, how is that us?” He asks. You lean against Dean and he wraps his arm around your waist.

“Because her heart was ripped out,” Sam tells you both. You grimace and Dean nods.

“On Valentine’s Day? What is that, like an ironic werewolf? Alright, we’ll check it out. But first, I need bacon.” Dean gives your waist a squeeze then looks down at you. “You coming?”

“Think I’ll hang back, keep working this Amara thing,” you tell him, going to leave the kitchen. Dean smirks and gives your ass a quick smack. You let out a squeak of surprise and look back at him as you go into the hallway. You just hear Sam mutter something about the two of you being disgusting as you head back towards your bedroom.

Glancing over your shoulder, you close the door behind you before locking yourself in the bathroom. You look at yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath, then pick up the stick you had left on the counter earlier.

“Please be negative,” you mumble a quick prayer.

You and Dean had only been together for about a year. You were both hunters. God’s sister was currently on the loose and very much out to end the world. This had to be the absolute worst timing. The two of you hadn’t even discussed starting a family. It certainly wasn't on your radar and you couldn’t imagine it was on Dean’s either.

You’d bought the pregnancy test a few days ago when your period failed to make its monthly appearance. You hadn’t mentioned anything to Dean yet, didn’t want him freaking out over nothing. Cause that’s all this was, of course. Nothing.

The timer you had set on your phone goes off and you nearly jump out of your skin. You flip the test over and…

About a day later, Dean pulls the Impala into the garage of the bunker. He sighs as he cuts the car off and lays his head against the steering wheel. Sam looks at him and smiles a little.

“Dean, it’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like you cheated on her,” he says. Dean shakes his head slightly.

“Doesn’t feel different,” he says. “We just had this great day, things were going so well…”

“She won’t be upset, Dean. Come on,” he says, getting out of the car. Dean frowns then gets out as well. They both get their bags and then head to their respective bedrooms. Dean tosses his bag into the corner then sits on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face.

You make your way down to the room nervously, wringing your hands. You’d been practicing your speech ever since you’d read the test. You had it all planned out and were absolutely prepared to tell Dean. That was until he’d told you they were headed home. The minute you’d received that text, your nerves had gotten the better of you. You had been running every possible bad scenario, each one worse than the last.

“Dean?” You ask, stepping into the bedroom. You frown when you see him so distraught. “What’s wrong??” You ask. He pats the spot next to him and you bite your lip as you walk over. He knows. He already knows and he’s breaking up with me. You sit down next to him and he turns to face you.

“This case…it was a witch, a curse…it was passed by kissing. I kissed the woman who had it and got it passed to me so she was safe,” he explains. You let out a breath and take his hands in your own.

“Dean, did you think I’d be upset about that?” You ask with a laugh. He sighs and shakes his head.

“I’m not finished,” he tells you. Your smile falls slightly and he looks at your hands. “The curse, it takes the form of your deepest, darkest desire and then that person or whatever kills you.”

“I’m…guessing that wasn’t me,” you say. He shakes his head. “Amara?” You already knew before he said anything else. From the moment she’d been freed from her cage, she had some weird connection to Dean. It had only been a few weeks since he told you that she’d kissed him and he couldn’t help but kiss her back. It stung, sure, but you knew it wasn’t Dean.

“I don’t want this, Y/N. I don’t want her. I just can’t shake this hold she has on me. Sitting here with you right now, I want nothing more than to kill her,” he starts quickly. “But when I’m around her, I can’t do anything.” You let his hands go and take his face gently, raising it up to meet yours. You press a soft, gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’m not mad at you, Dean. I know you love me. We’ll shake this Amara thing soon enough and get back to normal,” you assure him. “You and me. And…whoever else comes along.” He looks up at you, confused. You smile at him and stand, walking over to the desk. It isn’t until now that Dean notices the small gift bag sitting on it. “It’s a little late for Valentine’s now but…” You shrug and hand him the bag. He raises a skeptical eyebrow at you before pulling the pink and blue tissue paper out of it. He looks into the bag, then up at you quickly.

“Is this…” He stops before sliding the contents of the bag into his hand. His hands shake as he flips it around, trying to find the little screen for confirmation.

Pregnant.

“Oh my god,” he says, staring down at the test in his hand. “This is…”

A mistake. The worst possible timing. Not what I want at all. You brace yourself against the desk behind you, waiting for the death blow.

“This is…incredible,” Dean says finally, looking up at you. There are tears in his eyes threatening to spill over but his face changes the second his eyes meet yours. “Are you okay?” He asks, jumping up quickly. His hands come to rest on your shoulders as he looks you over. “Y/N, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Which…is really saying something for us.”

“You’re happy,” you say quietly, looking at him. His brow furrows in confusion as he takes in your state.

“What? Of course I’m happy!! I mean…” He stops and shrugs. “Timing could be better but…a baby!!” He lets out a laugh and lifts you into a tight hug, spinning you around the room. You squeal and laugh as well, tears of sheer joy and relief streaming down your cheeks. “I’m gonna be a dad!! Sammy!!” He calls out, setting you on your feet. He grabs your hand and pulls you down the hallway quickly.

Circus life under the big-top world,

We all need the clowns to make us smile,

Through space and time, always another show,

Wonderin’ where I am lost without you,

3…2…1…*beep, beep, beep*

You stare into the microwave as the light goes out. Popping the door open, you grab the bottle and test the milk on your wrist. Perfect temp. You turn to go feed your three month old son and accidentally send the stack of neglected and dirty dishes crashing to the floor.

“Dammit,” you curse, setting the bottle on the counter. Kneeling down, you start to pick up the pieces of the shattered dishes and old food.

“Y/N?” Mary asks, stepping into the room. “What happened?” She comes over quickly to help. You glance up at her and shake your head before hissing in pain. You’d managed to cut your hand on a shard of glass. “Oh, Y/N.” Falling back against the counter behind you, your emotions overwhelm you.

“I can’t do this anymore, Mary,” you cry.

Dean and Sam were missing. They had taken on Lucifer once again and this time he was possessing the president. That was almost two months ago. For two months you've been struggling to take care of your newborn son on your own. Sure, you had Cas and Mary but it wasn’t the same. D.J. needed his father.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I…what do you need me to do?” She asks, handing you a dish towel. Wrapping it around your cut hand, you glance back up at the bottle.

“Could you feed D.J. for me? I just…I need a minute,” you tell her.

“Of course,” she says. She gives your arm a quick, reassuring squeeze before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You lay your head back against the counter and close your eyes, allowing the tears to fall once again as you contemplate life as a single mother. You knew this life was risky, of course. You knew there was always a chance one of you wouldn’t come back from a hunt. You just didn’t expect it to be two months into actually being parents.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cas asks, when he sees you. You shake your head, eyes still squeezed closed as you cry.

Cas frowns as he walks over, taking in the disaster that is the kitchen. He hesitates for a moment before carefully sitting down next to you. You lay your head over on his shoulder as the sobs rake through your body. Cas shifts awkwardly and you feel his arm come around your shoulders, comfortingly. The pain alleviates in your hand and you pull it from the towel, perfectly healed.

“Thank you,” you mumble between sobs.

“I wish there was more I could do,” he says. You wipe at your cheeks and shake your head.

“Please stop blaming yourself. You followed the plan,” you tell him, laying your head back on his shoulder.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, you don’t know how long. Eventually, you sit up and find a clean part of the partially bloodied towel to wipe your face. You rise from the floor and look at the mess at your feet before taking in the rest of the kitchen. You’d really let things slide lately. You sigh and shake your head, going to get the trash can. Mary comes back into the kitchen.

“No,” she says. You stop and look at her.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“You need to go get some rest. Take a shower. Take a nap. Refresh and reset,” she tells you, taking the trash can from your hand.

“Mary, there’s too much to do,” you respond, looking around at the kitchen again. It wasn’t just the kitchen either. You knew the library, war room, and bedrooms needed your attention as well.

“Castiel and I will take care of it,” she says, sending a pointed look to the angel as he gets up from the floor. He nods, looking at you.

“Of course,” he says. Looking between the two, you realize there’s no point in arguing. You were absolutely exhausted, barely able to get any sleep the last two months. Mary smiles at you, reassuringly.

“Shower. Bed,” she tells you. You sigh and nod, reaching for the baby monitor but Mary snatches it up quickly. “I’ve got him too.”

“Okay,” you surrender, holding your hands up.

You head down the hall and steal a quick peek in at your son, sleeping soundly in his crib. Continuing down the hall, you go into yours and Dean’s bedroom, closing the door behind you. One hour-long, steaming hot shower later, you slip into one of Dean’s t-shirts then under the covers. You don’t expect sleep to overwhelm you as quickly as it does. Your last thoughts are the same as they’ve been for the last two months.

Where are you, Dean?

And being apart ain’t easy on this love affair,

Two strangers learn to fall in love again,

I get the joy of rediscovering you,

Oh, girl, you stand by me,

I’m forever yours,

Faithfully.

Dean smiles politely at the waitress, taking his order. She was clearly flirting with him even though he’d told her about you and D.J. She walks off to put his order in, dinner for him and Sam to go, and he pulls his phone out to call you. It rings three times before you pick up.

“Hey,” you say, smiling. You’re sitting in the library, having just gotten D.J. down for the night.

“I miss you,” he says with a sigh. “This waitress won’t leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry. Is Dean Winchester complaining about being hit on?” You laugh. He shakes his head as he glances around, his eyes landing on the mechanical bull.

“I told her I had someone back home and a kid. She’s still flirting,” he says, watching as someone gets thrown off. He lets out a chuckle. “I was better than that,” he mumbles.

“What?” You ask.

“There’s a…a mechanical bull,” he tells you. You throw your head back, laughing. “What’s so funny?”

“I would pay to see that,” you tease him.

“Hey. I was awesome,” he assures you.

“Man. I can’t believe I missed that,” you say, still laughing. He smiles and shakes his head before someone catches his attention.

“Babe, I gotta let you go. Think I just got a lead on our case,” he says, standing up quickly. Your smile slips slightly and you nod.

“Be careful,” you tell him before he hangs up. You sigh and lean back in the chair.

“Dean’s been hexed. He’s losing his memory.”

That was the call you’d received from Sam earlier in the day. He thought it might be best if you were there to help. Thankfully, Mary had been in the neighborhood so she could keep D.J. for you. You’d peeled out of the garage, tires squealing as you headed for Arkansas, a 7 and a half hour drive. You make it in six.

You whip into the parking lot of the motel Sam had given you the address to and park next to the Impala. Grabbing your bag, you make for the door of the guys’ room and knock quickly. However, it isn’t Sam or Dean who answer the door but Rowena. Your shock gives way to anger almost immediately.

“Did you do this??” You snap, stepping up to her quickly. Her eyes widen in surprise before she smiles.

“Afraid not, dear,” she says. “But I am here to help.”

“Help? Are you kidding?” You ask, looking at Sam as he steps up behind Rowena.

“I know, I know. But...I didn’t know where else to go,” he explains. You sigh and glance around, spotting Dean sitting on one of the beds. He’s laughing at whatever he’s watching on the TV. He looks over and his eyes lock with yours before he smiles widely.

“Hi,” he says, standing. He remembered you. You smile as you walk over to him.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” You ask, your hands resting on his arms. He looks down at your hands then back at you.

“Much better now that you're here,” he says, his smile turning into a smirk. “I’m, ugh…I’m…”

“Dean,” Sam says, frowning.

“Yea. I’m Dean,” he says, introducing himself. Your smile fades as you take a step back. He didn’t remember you. It was worse than you’d thought. Sam’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder and you shake your head.

“I need some air,” you say quietly before leaving the room. Dean frowns as you go and Sam sighs, ushering him to the bathroom to talk. He explains the situation to him, reminding him of everything, everyone. Dean runs a hand over his face.

“So, after everything…that’s it. This is what nails me,” he says. Sam shakes his head quickly.

“No. No, no. Dean. I-it,” he stops and takes a deep breath. “It’s not gonna happen, all right?” Dean looks at him and Sam can see the fear in his eyes.

“Well, you just told me my whole life story. And I gotta be honest, man. I…I can feel it, slipping out of my head. I mean ganking monsters is one thing. But this…” He covers his face with his hands. “I forgot Y/N and my own son.”

“We’ll figure it out. We will,” Sam assures his older brother before standing up. He leaves the bathroom and finds you outside the door.

“Can I?” You ask, pointing to it. Sam nods and steps out of the way. You push the door open slightly and peek in. Dean is standing over the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.

“Okay. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam is my brother. Ugh, Mary Winchester is my mom. Cast - Cas is my best friend. Y/N is my wi…girlfr…” He stops and you sigh before stepping into the bathroom.

“Girlfriend,” you provide. He looks over at you then down, embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” you tell him, leaning back against the door. He walks over quickly and wraps you up in a tight hug as though clinging to your very memory for dear life.

“I don’t remember what he looks like,” he says quietly. You can hear the crack in his voice, the emotion choking him up. You’re fighting tears yourself now.

“Just like you. Your eyes and everything,” you say.

“What’s D.J. even stand for?” He asks, still clinging onto you.

“Dean Junior,” you tell him. He nods and looks down at you. “You didn’t really want to name him after you but I insisted. Cause I want him to be just like his father.” He smiles a little before leaning his forehead against yours. “We’re gonna fix you, Dean. I swear.” There’s a knock on the door and you glance back.

“Y/N, we need to go,” Sam says.

“I’m coming,” you call back to him. You look up at Dean once more and take his face in your hands. You stand up on your toes, closing the distance between the two of you, and kiss him. You had to tell yourself this wouldn’t be the last kiss the two of you would share. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells you. You can’t be sure if he actually means it or if he’s saying it back to spare your feelings at this point. Did he even remember how much you two loved each other? You smile at him before leaving the bathroom and following Sam out the door. Dean rushes out behind you to the desk inside the room. Rowena watches as he jots down a quick note and sticks it in his front pocket. He glances at her and she raises an eyebrow. “Just a reminder…”

The three of you get back to the bunker later the next day, Dean’s memories restored. Mary meets you all in the garage, D.J. in her arms. Dean practically bursts from the car and rushes over, taking his son. Mary smiles as she hands him over.

“Glad you’re better,” she says, patting his shoulder. Dean smiles at her before kissing D.J.’s forehead.

“Can’t believe I forgot him,” he says quietly. You smile as you walk past, heading towards the bedroom to put your bags away. Dean watches you go before looking at his mother. “I need your help.” She nods.

“Of course. With what?” She asks. He pulls a piece of paper from his front pocket.

“I don’t remember writing it but…it’s my handwriting. And I mean…” He trails off as he hands the paper to her. She reads it and her eyes widen before looking back up at him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes down to the bedroom and leans against the door frame, watching you. You’re busy taking the clothes from both of your go bags and putting them into the hamper to take care of later. You glance back and smile.

“I figured you’d still be spending time with D.J.”

“Wanted to spend time with you,” he says, walking in. He closes the door before walking over and wrapping his arms around you. You smile as you slip your arms around his neck. He leans in and kisses you gently, his hands sliding over your waist slowly. He pulls away too soon and you lean in again. He laughs lightly. “Hold on.”

“I don’t really want to,” you laugh.

“I wanna give you something,” he says. You raise an eyebrow at him as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls a folded piece of paper out and holds it up between the two of you. “I wrote this at some point during the whole…hexed thing.” You take it, giving him a skeptical look. He seems nervous and you can’t figure out why. You unfold the piece of paper slowly.

Dean. If you survive this, marry Y/N.

It was scratched onto the paper quickly and sloppily but it was for sure Dean’s handwriting. You can’t help the gasp that escapes your lips as you look back up at Dean. He’s watching you, trying to read your face, as he reaches into his pocket once again. This time he produces a ring.

“Oh my god,” you whisper.

“I, ugh…I thought I was going to have to save up to buy a ring but,” he stops and shrugs. “Mom gave me hers. Didn’t even ask. Said she wanted you to have it.”

“Oh my god,” you say again, swallowing thickly.

“Marry me, Y/N?” He asks. You take a shaky breath as the tears finally start to fall.

“Yes,” you tell him. He smiles widely and pulls you in for another kiss. This time you pull away too soon, holding your left hand up. “I want my ring.” He laughs lightly as he looks at it.

“Dad had it inscribed. I didn’t know that. Mom just showed it to me,” he says. You take it and hold it up, trying to read the inside. You smile widely as you make out the two words. They couldn’t have been more true for the two for you. He takes the ring back and slides it onto your left hand before lifting you and tossing you onto the bed.

Forever yours.

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Dream Warriors Chapter 1

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 1

Summary: The reader wakes up from a strange dream in bed with her husband. Shaking off the dream, she goes about her day, enjoying lunch with her best friend; however, things may not be as they appear.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other original characters

Word Count: 4,124

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of infidelity

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2018. Only 7 of the 10 chapters were ever posted. They are all written and will be published.

“Dean,” you mumble, slowly drawing from a dream. You slide your hand across the mattress slowly, eyes still closed, and smile when you reach the body next to you. It shifts, turning towards you, and you open your eyes. The deep brown eyes of your husband’s meet yours and you blink, forcing the remnants of the strange dream away quickly.

“You say something?” He asks, voice still thick with sleep. You force a smile and shake your head.

“Must have been mumbling in my sleep,” you tell him. He nods and rolls onto his back, closing his eyes again. You bite your lip, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbow, and look down at him. “Ya know…we’ve got about half an hour before we have to be up.” He nods, eyes still closed.

“I know. Why do you think I’m trying to go back to sleep?” He asks. You frown, dejected, and throw the covers off of yourself as you roll out of the bed. “Where are you going?” He asks with a sigh.

“I’m taking my shower,” you tell him, making your way across the master bedroom to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you before starting to undress.

When you’d married Jackson Rawlings about two years ago, you hadn’t expected the honeymoon phase of your marriage to be over so quickly. But when you’d told him you were pregnant the day after the wedding, it practically ended then and there. However, if little Ella was the only good thing to come from this marriage, it would have been worth it. She’d recently turned one and from the first moment you’d held her in your arms, she’d been then apple of your eye.

A knock on the bathroom door pulls you away from your thoughts as you work the conditioner into your hair.

“Y/N, Ella’s up,” Jackson calls through the door. You frown and slide the shower door open.

“Can you get her?” You call back to your husband.

“Can’t. Gotta go in early,” he says. You sigh and move back under the water, rinsing your hair out quickly. “And I’ll probably be late. Got another staff meeting.”

“Again?” You ask, shutting the water off. “That’s the third one this week.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? We’re redoing the curriculum for the entire English department. I have to be there,” he says from the other side of the door. You can hear Ella’s cries coming from the baby monitor near your bed so you wrap a towel around yourself quickly and step into the bedroom.

“I know. It’s just -,” Jackson cuts you off with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Bye,” he says before rushing from the room. You frown as you stare after him.

“Bye,” you mumble, shaking your head slightly. You make your way across the hall to the nursery and click the light on. “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl,” you coo as you cross the room. She’s standing in the crib, holding on to the railing as she cries. You tuck the edge of your towel in carefully to keep it tightly around you before pulling her from the crib.

“Mama,” she whimpers, laying her head on your damp shoulder. You smile and press a kiss to her thin tuft of hair.

“Can Mama get dressed before breakfast?” You ask. She lets out a whine and you sigh, nodding. “Breakfast it is.” You carry her down the stairs and into the kitchen, depositing the infant into her high chair. You’re just about to start making her infant oatmeal when there’s a knock at the front door. You groan as you look down at yourself, still wrapped in the towel. “Coming,” you call, trying to pull the towel around you a little tighter. Ella starts to cry from her high chair as you rush from the kitchen to the front door. You pull the door open and can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.

“Mornin’ Gorgeous,” Dean Winchester, your childhood best friend, greets you. His eyes roam down your towel-clad body then back up to your face slowly. “Ya know, I generally have a rule against married women but…” You roll your eyes, but smile despite yourself, as you turn back into the house. Dean steps inside, closing the door behind himself.

“What are you doing here so early?” You ask as you make your way back into the kitchen. Ella continues to cry until Dean steps into the kitchen.

“You forgot?” He asks, glancing over at you. You stop and look back at him, blankly. “We were gonna do breakfast before I took you down to the shop to pick your car up.”

“Oh my god!” You gasp. He laughs lightly as he walks over to Ella.

“Hey, El,” he says, dropping a kiss on top of her head. She giggles and reaches for him, tears suddenly gone.

“Bean!!” She calls out. He smiles as he pulls her from the high chair carefully.

“Where’s the professor?” Dean asks, looking back at you. You shoot a glare over your shoulder at him as he walks over. His words seemed harmless enough but he never called your husband “the professor” out of respect.

“He had to get to the university early,” you inform him. Dean nods then reaches over, stopping you from mixing the oatmeal.

“How about you go finish getting ready and I’ll take care of my god-daughter?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You look up at him and bite your lip.

“Are you sure?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Dean looks you over again and smirks.

“I mean, I’m all for you staying in the towel but she’s going back to bed and you’re telling your dad why I’m late for work,” he says. You roll your eyes and swat at his shoulder.

“What I’m gonna do is call your mother and tell her you won’t stop flirting with a married woman,” you tell him, eyes narrowing. He watches you closely, his smile slipping.

“You okay? You usually dish it right back out,” he says. You let out a laugh and shake your head slightly.

“I’m fine. Just had a weird dream last night,” you confess, a blush creeping into your cheeks. Dean’s eyebrows raise in question.

“Tell me about it over breakfast?” He asks. You hesitate for a moment before nodding. You could at least tell him about most of it. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Good. Now go get dressed.” You smile then rush up the stairs, leaving your best friend to take care of your daughter.

You and Dean had grown up together, your parents and his were old friends. The flirty banter had been your normal form of communication since you were teens but you’d only ever crossed that line between friends and something more once in your entire relationship. You had both been pretty drunk that night and agreed it was a mistake, not wanting to hurt your friendship.

The two of you had worked together at your father’s auto mechanic shop for a few years after graduating college. Dean eventually worked his way up to become a partial owner with your father. You had worked in the office, keeping all the accounts and money organized for them. Once you’d married Jackson, he’d convinced you to quit. He said that he was making enough money to support you both, which was true. Dean always said it was because he didn’t want the two of you together all the time, which you happened to know was also true.

You dress comfortably for the day, jeans and an old t-shirt you can’t remember buying. Keeping things simple, you fix your hair and brush on some mascara before going back down to the kitchen. Dean’s sitting at the table with Ella in his lap. She’s dressed in a dress you know Dean had bought her not long ago with a matching bow in her thin tuft of hair and her diaper bag is packed up, resting on the table.

“You didn’t have to do all of that,” you tell him, walking over and picking up the bag. He smiles as he stands, resting Ella on his hip.

“But I’m so good at it,” he says, smirking down at you. You roll your eyes at him, trying not to smile.

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” you say. His smirk only manages to grow bigger as you turn for the front hall together.

“Yea, well, seeing a gorgeous women come into the room wearing your clothes will do that to a man,” he says. You stop and look up at him before looking down at the shirt you’d put on. Of course, it was his. It was bigger and comfortable and familiar. You’d stolen it ages ago, back in high school if you remembered correctly, and never given it back.

“To be fair, I’ve had this long enough it shouldn’t even count as yours anymore,” you tell him. He laughs and shakes his head as he pulls the front door open, allowing you to step through first.

The three of you load into Dean’s old Impala, Ella’s car seat from your car expertly strapped into his backseat. He drives down to your favorite breakfast place and you’re seated at the same table in the corner you and Dean always sit at. Dean slips Ella into the high chair they bring over and you hand her a toy to play with as Dean orders your regular meal and drink. You smile as she slaps the plastic toy against the tray of the high chair then look across the table at your best friend.

“You talked to Lisa?” You ask. He frowns and shakes his head.

“No. I – I’m pretty sure it’s really over this time,” he says. The waitress brings over two steaming mugs of coffee and sets them in front of you two. You smile as you pick yours up.

“You said that last time. And the time before that,” you tell him. He rolls his eyes, picking up his own mug.

“Yea, well, last time she didn’t go out with someone else two days after we broke up,” he says. Your eyes widen as you stare at him.

“Are you serious?” You ask. He sighs and nods, looking over at Ella.

“Bean!!” She giggles, showing him her toy. He smiles at her then looks back at you. You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m sorry. I know how much she meant to you,” you tell him. He shrugs, squeezing your hand.

“We tried, ya know? And lately things just haven’t been the same,” he says. You nod, watching him with concern. He smiles. “So, you gonna tell me about this dream?” You make a face, pulling your hand away from his.

“It was just…weird,” you say. He nods slightly. You sigh, knowing he isn’t going to drop the subject any time soon, and look into your coffee cup. “We were these – monster hunters?” You glance up at him and he raises an eyebrow. “Like…ghosts and demons and vampires…monsters.”

“We?” He asks. You nod, running a finger around the rim of your mug.

“Me, you, and Sam. Our parents were all dead, killed by different monsters, so it was just the three of us. We lived in this old bunker or something. And we –,” you stop and bite your lip.

“What?” He asks. You sigh and run a hand across your forehead.

“We were…together,” you tell him. You expect any number of comments but nothing comes. You look up at him and you’re met with the biggest, goofiest grin.

“Did we…you know?” He asks, wigging his eyebrows. You roll your eyes.

“No. We didn’t. Something was – was off,” you tell him, trying to remember. You blink and look back at Dean to find he’s frowning. “What?”

“You’re telling me that we were together in this dream and we didn’t have sex?” He asks. Your eyes widen as you look around quickly.

“Will you shut up??” You ask, dropping your voice low. His smile returns slowly as he watches the blush creep into your cheeks.

“Awww, come on, Y/N. Not like it would be the first time we did,” he says. You’re certain your eyes are about to pop out of your head as Dean begins to laugh, throwing his head back.

“Shut up!!” You say. The two of you were the only people who knew about your little one-night stand in the past and you’d planned on keeping it that way.

“Hey, I’m just kidding, Sweetheart. That what’s got you so shaken? That we were together and something was wrong?” He asks. You shrug, looking over at Ella as she reaches for your mug. You pull her sippy cup from her bag and set it on the tray in front of her. Dean goes to say something but the sound of your phone ringing cuts him off. Jackson’s Office the screen reads as you quickly hit the answer button.

“Hello?” You ask, putting the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Y/N. Pretty sure I left my cell at the house today. If you happen to see it, just leave it. Don’t worry about bringing it or anything. Just leave it alone. Okay?” He says in a rush. You frown and nod slightly.

“Sure,” you tell him. The line clicks dead and you bite your lip, looking at the phone in your hands.

“Everything okay?” Dean asks, watching you closely. You glance at him and smile your best, nodding, as you put your cell away again. The waitress brings over your food and sets a plate in front of both of you. Dean scrapes a small serving of his scrambled eggs onto a smaller plate and sets it on the tray of Ella’s highchair. You shake your head slightly.

“No wonder people think you’re her father when we’re out somewhere,” you say, picking up your fork. Dean shrugs.

“Someone’s gotta act like it,” he says. Your hand freezes midway through cutting into one of the pancakes on your plate. Dean sighs and hangs his head. “I’m sorry. That was out of line.” You bite your lip, fighting back angry tears. You weren’t mad at Dean. You couldn’t be. You were mad at Jackson because you knew Dean was right. He’d always acted more like her father than your husband ever did. “Y/N,” Dean says, reaching across the table for your hand. You look at him and shake your head quickly.

“It’s fine, Dean,” you tell him. He watches you for a moment before looking back at Ella. She grins at him as she sticks a handful of eggs into her mouth.

“I mean, it could just be the fact that she has my eyes,” he teases, smiling over at you again. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes.

“For the last time, she doesn’t have your eyes. She just happens to have green eyes,” you say, sticking a piece of pancake with your fork. Dean laughs before continuing to eat his breakfast as well.

After you’ve finished and had your typical fight with Dean over who was paying for the meal, a fight you always seem to lose, the three of you head across town to the old shop. Your father is just unlocking the door as Dean pulls the Impala into his usual parking spot. Ella lets out a squeal and begins to kick her feet.

“Papa!! Papa!! Papa!!” She jabbers, having caught sight of your father. You laugh as you climb from the car. Dean gets Ella from her seat before handing her over to the waiting arms of her Papa. She lays her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter this morning?” He asks, running a hand over her back soothingly. You smile as you walk over to him.

“She’s your only granddaughter, Dad,” you tell him before kissing his cheek. He winks at you.

“And Travis is my favorite grandson,” he says, referring to your older brother’s only child. You roll your eyes then reach to help Dean with the car seat.

“I’ve got it,” he says, pulling it from the back seat. He holds it up and smiles proudly. “See? I told you I’d get the hang of this thing.”

“He practiced putting it in and getting it out for an hour yesterday,” your father informs you, trying to not laugh. Dean glares over at him.

“Thanks, Joe,” he says. You laugh then stand on your toes and kiss Dean’s cheek quickly.

“That’s sweet,” you tell him. Dean smiles proudly and looks at your father, raising his eyebrows mockingly.

“He’s still just trying to win your affection,” your father says. Dean scoffs and closes the door to the Impala.

“Please. We all know she agreed to marry me first then took it back,” he says, starting towards the building. You roll your eyes as you follow, your father right behind you with Ella.

“You were 9. I was 7. And you proposed with a ring pop. You practically bribed me with candy,” you say. He holds the front door open for you and smirks.

“You still said yes. Then went and married Jackass,” he says. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Jackson,” you correct. He nods slightly.

“That’s what I said.” He winks at you and for a split second you consider slapping him. However, you don’t. You merely roll your eyes again and walk into the old building. Your father takes Ella back to his office, probably to sneak some candy to her, and Dean pulls the door closed. He sets the car seat down in one of the chairs in the corner. As he makes his way towards the counter, he stops and kisses your cheek quickly. “You know you love me.”

“Mmhmmm,” you hum in response, crossing your arms. He laughs and dashes around the counter, turning the computer on. He picks your keys up and tosses them across the room to you. You catch them with one hand, easily. “How much?” Dean rolls his eyes.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that,” he says, looking through a stack of papers. Your father comes back from the office with Ella, chocolate all over her face now.

“She found it completely on her own,” he says, handing her back to you. You laugh and shake your head.

“Because you’ve shown her exactly where it is so many times now,” you tell him. He smiles innocently and shrugs. “How much do I owe you?” Your father looks up at Dean who merely shrugs his shoulders and gestures towards you in a way that can only mean to say, “She’s your daughter.”

“I’m not making my own daughter pay,” he says. You narrow your eyes at the two of them.

“You’re lucky I love you both. I could have done it myself, I just don’t have time,” you mutter before kissing you father’s cheek. “Tell Papa bye,” you say to Ella. She giggles and waves a hand at him.

“Bye Papa!!” She says. He smiles widely and kisses her hair before planting a kiss on your own head.

“Love you, girls,” he says. You smile at him then turn to pick up the car seat but Dean’s beat you to it. The two of you go out to your waiting car where Dean easily gets the seat strapped into the backseat. He takes Ella from you and kisses her cheek before buckling her in the way you’d shown him. She pouts up at him when he does.

“No, Bean,” she whines, reaching out for him. He groans and shakes his head.

“No. Not the pout. Y/N, she’s pouting,” he says, looking over at you. You laugh and shake your head.

“She’ll get over it,” you tell him. He sighs dramatically and closes the door before turning to you fully. Wrapping you up in a tight hug, he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and look up at him.

“Love you too, Dean,” you say. He smiles softer and kisses your forehead.

“Call me if you need anything,” he says, letting you go finally. You nod and he reaches over, pulling the front door open for you. You laugh lightly as you get in.

“Such a gentleman. Lisa doesn’t realize what she’s thrown away,” you tell him. He laughs and shakes his head, closing the door.

You glance back in the rear view mirror to find Dean watching you as you drive away from the shop. As you make your way back to the house, your sister-in-law Kristen calls, asking if you and Ella want to have a girls’ day out with herself and your mother. You agree and meet them both at your parents’ house. The four of you spend the day out, shopping and having a good time.

Since Jackson was going to be late getting in, you stay at your parents’ house for the evening and have dinner with them. Your father invites Dean to stay as well. You know deep down that your mother and father both wished you’d ended up with him instead of Jackson. Ella falls asleep midway through dinner, exhausted from the day out. You get her back home and tucked into bed before going into your own room. And there it is, sitting on the bedside table. Jackson’s phone.

You’d honestly forgotten about the odd conversation you’d had with him earlier that morning. He’d practically demanded that you leave it alone and just ignore it. Of course, that only peeked your curiosity. You’d spent the last several weeks convincing yourself that your worst fears weren’t true. He was actually going in early and staying late to work and nothing else. But still…

You pick the phone up quickly and press the home button. The number display comes up and you bite your lip. He’d never shared his pass code with you. You start to put in your anniversary but roll your eyes, quickly deleting the entry. That wasn’t going to be it. You try Ella’s birthday and even her name to no avail. You stare at the numbers before putting in his birth year. The phone unlocks.

You hesitate for a moment, almost feeling a little guilty for not trusting your husband. But then again, if he had nothing to hide, why be so secretive? You take a deep breath and hit the messages icon on the bottom portion of the screen. The top conversation catches your eye instantly.

Chrissy

Can’t wait 😘

Your heart sinks as you sit on the edge of the bed and tap the conversation. A sob erupts from your chest as you begin to scroll through the messages. They were flirty and dirty. There was no way he could deny any of this, no way anything could be misconstrued.

You quickly gathered that Chrissy was one of his students from some messages about her being a “bad girl” in class wearing nothing under her skirt for him. It isn’t long before you scroll past a picture. A gorgeous, busty 20-something blonde in some skimpy red lingerie. You quickly turn the phone off and set it back on the table as your sobs overwhelm you.

Laying on your side, you curl into yourself. The questions begin to plague your mind, one after the other. Why weren’t you enough for him? Had he ever really loved you? Could you win back his love at this point? You could change. You could hit the gym and get in better shape for him. You could get implants and be more appealing.

As you slowly drift into the comfort of sleep, you can just hear someone calling your name in the distance. Jackson, finally home you assume. But as the voice gets nearer and more distinct, you realize it isn’t Jackson at all. It’s Dean.

“Y/N,” he calls. “Y/N, Sweetheart, wake up.” You jolt awake and sit up right in the bed. A different bed. You look around at the room and you know it well. The gun collection on the wall and pictures of you and your boyfriend on the desk are a welcome site. “Y/N?” Dean says, his voice laced with concern. It isn’t until now you realize you’re sobbing. You look at Dean sitting beside you, worry etched across his face. He’s gently rubbing your back, trying to soothe you. “What’s wrong?” You put a hand over your mouth and shake your head slightly.

“I – I had the strangest dream,” you tell him.

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A/N: Here we go!! First chapter of a brand new story. Tags are open if anyone wants to be tagged for updates.

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So, bad news...that Dean x Reader one-shot didn't happen this week. My bad. It is still in the process of being written. I promise it's coming, anon!!

Good news though, Dream Warriors starts tomorrow!! So excited for this story. I loved it so much when I started it but the ending got away from me.

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Good thing that’s the one I’ve been mostly focused on. Should be out this week 🤞🏼

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Dream Warriors Masterlist (In Progress)

Summary: You close your eyes to fall asleep in the master bedroom of the beautiful home you share with your husband, Jackson Rawlings and your daughter Ella. When you open them again, you’re in the bunker, in the room you share with the love of your life Dean Winchester. Two separate worlds, two very different lives. Both worlds feel equally real. But which one is?

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

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, mentions of a miscarriage, infidelity, canon-typical violence and peril, implied smut

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (Coming April 27th)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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Right Where You Left Me

Title: Right Where You Left Me

Summary: The reader, a waitress at the local diner, has become good friends with Dean. What happens when he disappears without a trace?

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Mary Winchester, Castiel

Word Count: 7,309

Warnings: Canon typical violence and peril

Author's Note: This story takes place through the events of the second half of season 12, starting with episode 9 "First Blood". It's also the first story I've actually written and published in nearly 6 years, so grant me a little grace please. Enjoy!!

“Ma’am? Ma’am?” A voice says. You snap from your thoughts and look at the people sitting at the table in front of you. You’d gotten distracted by the bell at the door, a new customer coming in. Not the one you were looking for though. Putting on your best smile, you shake your head slightly.

“I’m so sorry. Where were we?” You ask, glancing at the notepad in your hand.

“We were trying to ask you about the pie of the day,” the woman says. You nod and try not to sigh.

“Cherry,” you tell her. Dean’s favorite. They order two slices which you deliver to them quickly before going into the kitchen. “Stew, I’m taking a 10,” you announce to the cook. He waves a hand at you and glances at the clock.

“Make it 5,” he shouts as you slip out the back door. Leaning against the wall with a sigh, you slip the brace off of your wrist and roll the sore joint slowly, wincing.

“This job,” you mumble before pulling your phone from your apron. Going into your recent calls, you hit the name at the top. Dean. He wasn’t going to answer. He hadn’t in weeks after all, calls or texts. It rings…and rings…and rings. Just as you’re about to give up, the final ring is cut off.

“Hello?” A woman’s voice asks, curiously. Confusion and a million unpleasant thoughts sweep over you in an instant.

“I’m sorry. I was trying to reach Dean,” you say.

“This is his phone. At least, I think it is…who is this?” She asks. You sigh and run a hand over your face.

“My name’s Y/N. I…I work at a diner and Dean’s one of my regulars. I haven’t seen him in a while and…I was worried,” you tell her. You can hear the confusion in her voice when she responds.

“A waitress who has her customer’s numbers and calls to check up on them?” She asks.

“No. Well…yes, but…Dean’s more than just a customer,” you say.

“What exactly is Dean then?” She asks, a slight edge to her voice. What is Dean? That was the very question you’d spent countless nights asking yourself.

When Dean had first wandered into the diner and sat in your section, he was just another tip. Sure, the two of you had flirted but, to be honest, you flirted with most of your customers. You had bills to pay after all. He came back the very next night, claiming the pie had just been too good. On his fifth visit to the diner, he wandered in just as you clocked out and invited you to join him. You sat in that booth across from him for hours, laughing and talking. At the end of his seventh trip, you slipped your phone number to him on the back of his bill. He’d called you before his car was even out of the parking lot.

That was nearly a year ago and the two of you talked and texted regularly ever since. Sure, he’d go silent for a little while but then he’d saunter into the diner, give you a crooked smile, and ask for the pie of the day. Throughout that year, the two of you flirted, laughed, and teased each other. There had been a few occasions when he’d catch you as you were leaving, place a to-go order, and then you’d ride in his car out to some deserted spot to talk and eat. You’d gotten to know each other intimately. In an emotional sense that is. Dean always kept you at arm’s length. He’d never asked you on a real date. Your coworkers insisted he was probably married and just stringing you along. And now some strange woman was answering his phone and…

“Y/N?” The woman on the line says.

“Sorry. A friend. Dean’s…a really good friend,” you tell her. “Can I ask who you are?”

“I’m Mary,” she starts and you immediately let out a heavy sigh.

“His mother. Of course,” you breathe with relief.

“Yes,” she says, slightly surprised.

“He’s talked about you a lot. Where is Dean?” You ask. Now, it was Mary’s turn to sigh.

“We don’t know,” she tells you.

“What?” You ask. “It’s his job, isn’t it?” You didn’t know exactly what Dean did but he’d come into the diner beaten and bruised on a few occasions.

“Well…yes,” she says.

“Have you called the police?”

“Y/N, break’s over,” Stew calls from the back door.

“Give me a minute!!” You yell to him. He grumbles and slams the door shut. “You have called the police, right, Mary?”

“That’s not exactly an option,” she says, slowly.

“Well…what about Sam? Or…or Cas?” You ask. There’s the briefest of pauses.

“I’m…I’m here with Mary,” a second voice says.

“And Sam was with Dean,” Mary adds. Cas was there as well, listening to your conversation. You frown and pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to think.

“I want to help,” you tell them.

“I’m sorry, Y/N but…we don’t even know you,” she says.

“Well, then, come meet me. I get off at 8:00,” you say before giving her the address for the diner. “If you don’t show up, I’ll call the police and report them missing myself.”

“We’ll be there,” Mary says before disconnecting the line. You slip the phone back into your apron pocket and run your hands over your face. Sliding the brace back onto your wrist, you head back into the diner.

The rest of your shift drags on slowly. You don’t make nearly as much as you could have on tips, your normal perky personality absent. At 8:15, you finally manage to clock out, throwing your apron into the dirty linens bag. You rush out the front door and look around, phone in hand. The front doors of an unfamiliar car open at the same time. Mary, you recognize her from the old pictures Dean had shown you, gets out of the driver’s side, and the man you assume to be Cas gets out as well.

“Y/N?” Mary asks, watching you. You nod and rush over to the two of them.

“While I wish it was under different circumstances, it’s nice to finally meet you both,” you tell them, holding a hand out. Mary gives you a quick once over before placing her hand in yours.

“I wish I could say the same but…”

“Dean never mentioned me,” you say. It wasn’t a question but a statement of fact. You’d often wondered and now you knew for sure. You were a secret.

“So, what exactly do you know about their work?” Mary asks. You frown and shrug.

“Not much. I figure…best case, CIA…worst case, I dunno…the mafia,” you say, more than a little embarrassed. Mary smiles a little and looks down at the ground.

“Not exactly. It’s a bit more freelance than that,” she says.

“Like a bounty hunter?” You ask. Mary shakes her head, looking around.

“I’d rather not discuss it here. Would you be willing to go back to the bun…where the boys live and talk there?” She asks.

“Of course,” you agree, immediately.

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Never get in the car with strangers. The age old advice rang through your ears as you rode in the back seat to wherever Mary and Cas were taking you. Of course, these two weren’t exactly strangers. They were at least Dean’s mother and best friend. You truly felt like you actually knew them with how much he’d talked about them.

Mary continues to drive as you watch the cityscape disappear. It isn’t too long before she’s pulling onto a desolate looking road. The road leads into a dark tunnel, only lit by the headlights of Mary’s car. Your eyes have to readjust when she pulls into a much more brightly lit area. Looking around, you find a room that appears to be a garage holding several very old cars. This much at least screamed Dean, relaxing you a little.

“You said they live here?” You ask, trying to wrap your mind around that statement.

“Yes. It’s an old bunker. Used to be home to a secret society, the Men of Letters,” she tells you. You nod and try to keep your face in check. You can feel her watching you in the rearview mirror.

“Are they in this secret society then? You ask as she parks the car.

“No,” she answers. “It died out in America decades ago. There is still an active branch in London though.”

“Douchebags,” Cas mutters. You both look at him and he glances between the two of you. “That’s what Dean calls them.” You let out a small laugh as the three of you get out of the car. Mary leads the way through the bunker quietly. You follow, looking around and trying to take in as much as you can. She leads the two of you into what you assume is a library given the shelves of books all along the walls.

“You drink?” She asks, holding up a bottle of brown liquid. You nod as you take a seat at the table. Admittedly, you were more of a wine drinker but you felt the impending conversation would require something stronger. Mary pours two glasses and sets one in front of you before walking around to the other side of the table. She takes the seat opposite you and looks at the glass, swirling it slightly. “You sure about this, Y/N? Once you know the truth, leaving it behind can be pretty difficult.”

“Please,” is all you manage to say. She nods and throws her drink back quickly.

“Alright,” she starts. “I come from a long line of hunters. Not the kind you’re thinking of. My family hunted monsters. Ghosts, demons, witches, vampires.” You strive to keep your face in check as you take a slow drink. This was not what you were expecting at all. “When I was 19, dating John, the boys’ father, a demon killed him and my parents. He offered me a deal. He would bring John back and we could live a normal life, as long as I gave him permission to enter my home in 10 years. I was suddenly alone and holding the dead body of the love of my life. I agreed. Ten years later, he entered my home and killed me. John took the boys on the road and they became hunters as well.”

Mary stops as you stand slowly and make your way over to the bottle she had used earlier. With shaking hands, you refill your glass before downing it quickly. This was insane. Mary was insane. There was no way this was real.

“Mary…I…you really expect me to believe all this?” You ask, looking back at her now. She shrugs slightly and looks at Cas. You’d forgotten he was even there. He’d been leaning against a bookshelf behind her, watching you. You look at him as he starts to make his way around the table towards you.

Panic quickly rises in your throat and you have to remind yourself that these are Dean’s people. At least…you’re fairly certain they are. You’d never seen pictures of Cas and the only ones you had seen of Mary were from when Dean was just a child. Now, this strange woman was trying to convince you that monsters were real and your friend hunted them for a living. Cas stops next to you and looks down at your hand.

“Why are you wearing that brace?” He asks. You blink, surprised. You’d half expected him to knock you unconscious.

“I, ummm…” You hold it up and shake your head. “Carpal Tunnel from work.” Cas nods and briefly touches two fingers to your forehead before you can even register the movement.

“You won’t need it anymore,” he says. You stare at him in disbelief before taking the brace off. For the first time in a long time, you don’t feel any pain as you roll your wrist in every direction. You look back up at Cas and then at Mary. She smiles and shrugs.

“Angel,” she says. You know the shock is clear all over your face as Cas helps you back to your seat. The three of you sit in silence for a little while as you process all of this information. You’re grateful for the time they give you.

“You, ummm…” You stop and look at Mary. “You said you died.” She runs a hand across her forehead and looks at you, debating on if you’re prepared for more information. You give her the best reassuring smile you can manage at the moment.

“God’s sister brought me back as a thank you gift to Dean and Sam for helping her reunite with her brother,” she says. You’re absolutely certain your jaw hits the table.

“Well…that was…nice,” you manage. “And they were on a…a hunt when they disappeared?”

“Lucifer had possessed the president of the United States,” Cas starts. “We were going to exorcise him and return him to his cage in hell.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble, immediately beginning to massage your temples. “This is…this is a lot.”

“Now you know why Dean never told you,” Mary says. You nod, still attempting to rub away the migraine threatening to explode behind your eyes.

“I, ummm…can I take a walk?” You ask. Mary nods, smiling a little. You hoped you were handling this better than she expected. You’re still shaking as you rise from your seat again and make your way down one of the hallways. Your mind thinks back over things Dean had mentioned about his work and, frankly, it lined up. He’d never given you a lot of details but now it was starting to make sense.

You stop in the middle of the hallway and glance around. Your curiosity gets the better of you causing you to push open the door in front of you. It was a bedroom, modestly decorated. You make your way into the room and find a familiar picture sitting on the bedside table. It was the photo Dean had shown you of him and his mother. Glancing around the room, you surmise that it must be his room.

You pull open the drawer of the bedside table and gasp. Inside you find several things, another gun, a handful of credit cards, and fake ID’s. But the most surprising thing was sitting right on top. You gingerly pick up the picture and can’t help but smile. It’s of you, sitting in the front seat of Dean’s car, laughing. You remembered when he’d taken it, one of the many nights you’d spent talking. You didn’t realize he’d had it printed and kept it so close. Maybe you were more than just a secret.

“Y/N?” Mary asks from the doorway. You look up at her and she smiles. “I was getting ready to head out when you called, a vampire thing in Missouri. Cas said he’d take you back.”

“Thank you for being honest with me,” you tell her. She nods once and leaves you alone.

The next few days pass relatively uneventfully. You call Stew and make up a story about a death in the family out of state, telling him you’ll need a week or two off. He reluctantly agrees. You stay at the bunker with Cas after that. Your days are spent diving into the lore books in the old bunker, learning anything and everything you can. Cas teaches you how to do “research”, showing you how to tell the difference between normal weird and supernatural weird. He shows you one of the spare bedrooms but you end up sleeping in Dean’s room instead.

The two of you are making your way to the library when you hear Cas’s phone ringing. He rushes ahead to answer it and you go over to a new shelf to find something else to study.

“What?” He answers the phone. “Dean?” The book you’d picked out slips from your hand and you rush to his side. “What, what happened? Wh-where are you?” You stare at him, tears stinging your eyes. He grabs a pen and pad off the table and quickly jots down a note. Rocky Mountain National Park. State Route 34. “Yes. – Wait, where? – Wait, what does that…” Cas sighs and sets the phone down, frowning.

“What did he say?? Are they okay??” You ask. He glances at you and shrugs.

“He sounded rushed. Like they were being chased,” he says. You nod and pick up the notepad, trying to hide the rush of emotions you were feeling.

“We’ve got to call Mary. Meet up with her and get to Colorado,” you tell him. He looks at you quickly and frowns.

“No, Y/N. It’s too dangerous for you to come along,” he says, taking the notepad. You shake your head, tears falling freely as you look up at the angel.

“Cas, please,” you beg. His resolve breaks instantly and he sighs, picking his phone back up.

“Dean would not approve,” he mumbles before calling Mary.

The two of you pull into a parking lot several hours later. Mary’s car is already sitting, waiting. She gets out and clenches her jaw when she sees you rise from the passenger side of Cas’s car.

“You got here quickly,” Cas remarks. Mary nods, eyes fixed on you.

“Yep. What the hell is she doing here??” She asks. Cas sighs and looks over at you.

“Mary, please. I won’t get in the way, I swear,” you tell her. Frowning, she shakes her head, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

“Y/N, it’s not about you being in the way. We have no idea what we’re walking into. I’m more worried about you getting hurt and what that would do to Dean,” she says. Swallowing hard, you set your jaw. Mary wasn’t going to see you cry too.

“Please. I have to be there. I need to see him with my own eyes,” you plead. She watches you for a moment, debating internally.

“Dean’s gonna kill us,” she says before turning to Cas. “We may want backup.”

“Crowley and Rowena?” He asks. She scoffs and you glance between them.

“The King of Hell and his mother, the witch?” She asks. You frown and shake your head.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you comment. Mary smiles a little and looks at Cas.

“I hope we can do better than them.”

“I may have an idea,” he says. Mary nods and makes for the driver’s side of her own car.

“Good. Seat belts on. I drive fast,” she tells the two of you as you load into the car as well.

The British Men of Letters. That was Cas’s idea. Mary almost immediately pulls out, supposing “the demon and his mommy” don’t sound so bad anymore. You hang back, watching the situation unfold. The two Brits, Mick and Ketch from what you gather, offer their services seemingly free of charge. They make a few phone calls, getting access to a satellite of the area Dean had mentioned. Mary and Cas are able to deduce the direction they’re headed and a good spot to meet them.

The two cars move to the new location and you all unload once again. You look up at the night sky and think about the last night you’d spend with Dean. He’d picked you up from the diner at closing time and drove you out of town to a remote location. You’d both laid on the hood of the car, splitting the last of the pie of the day.

“Y/N,” Mary says, pulling you from your thoughts. You turn to face her and immediately launch into pleading again.

“Mary, please. I don’t want to wait here while you two go on…”

“Stop,” she says, holding her hand up. “That’s not what I was going to say. Dean’s already gonna be pissed we brought you. He’d kill us both if we left you with those two. Just stay close to us and if something goes wrong, run back here.” You manage a relieved smile and follow her and Cas further up into the woods.

The three of you come into a small clearing and it isn’t long before there’s a rustling in the brush. Cas and Mary both move into a defensive stance in front of you. You wring your hands as you wait. Cas takes a few steps closer to the noise just as Dean and Sam fall through the bushes. Your heart jumps into your throat at the sight of Dean and you almost break down crying right then.

“Sam, Dean,” Cas says, relieved. You can see the tension immediately leave Mary’s shoulders as she takes in the sight of her boys. Sam rises first and pulls Cas into a tight hug. His eyes land on Mary and he smiles.

“Mom,” he says, letting Cas go. He starts to make his way across the clearing towards her when you register the confusion on his face. Dean finally stands and hugs Cas as well. Sam pulls Mary into a tight embrace that she immediately returns. “Who’s this?” He asks.

“Y/N??” Dean’s voice rings across the clearing. You smile, swallowing back tears, and wave slightly. “The hell is she doing here??” His voice is thick with anger as he makes his way over to Mary. The venom in his words takes you by surprise. Mary raises her hands slightly.

“She was worried about you. Called your phone. I answered and she wanted to help,” she explains. You and Dean stand there, staring at each other. Dean’s eyes are full of a rage you can’t even begin to comprehend.

“How much do you know?” He asks.

“A lot more than I did a week ago,” you tell him. He shakes his head and looks to the sky before looking at his mother.

“Hey, Mom,” he mumbles, pulling her into a hug. She lets out a gasp of surprise and returns the embrace. Dean’s eyes never leave your face. “Let’s get out of here,” he says before walking straight past you.

You take a shaky breath and run your hands over your face. You had anticipated he’d be angry, of course. But you had hoped the joy of being together again would cancel that anger out at some point. Mary pats your shoulder before she starts to follow Dean. You debate on staying right there in the woods for a moment before falling in step behind them. Sam clears his throat slightly as you all walk.

“Mom, how did yall even find us?” He asks, attempting to break the tension.

“They helped,” she says, pointing to Mick and Ketch as they come into view.

“Dammit!! They know about her now too??” He groans, running a hand through his hair. “Y/N, get in the car.” You stare at him in disbelief for a moment. “Car. Now,” he demands. You wipe at your eyes furiously as you storm back to Mary’s car. Sliding into the middle of the back seat, you realize for the first time that the Dean you knew and this Dean, the real Dean, may not be the same person.

The five of them talk for only a moment before coming to the car. Cas takes the passenger seat quickly and Dean doesn’t hide the dirty look he gives him. You shake your head, unable to believe that having to sit by you in the car was that unsettling. Had you misinterpreted your entire relationship? Sam gets in on your other side and smiles at you, awkwardly.

“Y/N, wasn’t it?” He asks. You look at him and smile bitterly.

“Yes. It’s nice to finally meet you Sam. I’ve heard so much about you. And don’t worry. I know the feeling can’t be mutual. You’ve never heard of me before, have you?” You ask, letting your anger burst out for a moment. Dean’s hand tightens into a fist on his leg as he stares out the window. Sam’s awkward smile becomes apologetic before Mary changes the subject, filling them in on everything they’d missed.

Mary continues to drive on into the night. You catch Sam and Dean both nervously glancing at the clock at the front of the car. They seem to only be getting more anxious as the minutes tick by.

“So wait, you're hunting?” Dean asks his mother. She glances back at him in the mirror and shrugs.

“A little bit,” she says. Sam smiles and shakes his head.

“Yea, I knew you couldn’t stay away,” he teases.

The exact second the clock switches over to 12:00, midnight, the car dies. Mary eases it onto a bridge as she tries the key again.

“It’s time,” Sam says, getting out of the car. You look at him then over at Dean.

“Stay in the car,” Dean tells you. Rolling your eyes, you slide out right behind him, tired of being ordered around tonight. The others all get out as well and look around, taking in their surroundings.

“What’s happening?” Mary asks.

“Yea, Dean. Sup?” A new voice says. You all look over to find a woman standing in the middle of the bridge. You look around, trying to figure out where she could have possibly come from. Dean takes an immediate step in front of you, shielding your entire body. Instinctively, you step closer to him, your hand coming to rest on his back, assuring him you were there and okay.

“Billie?” Mary asks, recognition and confusion mixed on her face.

“The reaper?” Cas asks. You close your eyes, trying to think back over your studies. It wasn’t one of things you’d become familiar with but gauging everyone’s reactions, this wasn’t a good thing.

“I don’t understand,” Mary says, shaking her head. Dean sighs and hangs his head.

“Mom, that place…there was only one way we were getting out of there, and that wasn’t breathing,” he starts to explain. You glance around at everyone and notice the horrified look on Cas’s face. “So I made a call.”

“Dean talked to her and then Billie came to talk to me,” Sam continues the story. “And we made a deal. We’d get to die and come back one more time, but in exchange…”

“Come midnight, a Winchester goes bye-bye. Like, permanently,” Billie says, smiling. “And that is something I’ve been looking forward to for a long time.”

“No,” you whisper from behind Dean.

“Why would you –,” Mary starts.

“We were already dead,” Dean tells her. “Being locked in that cell with nothing…I’ve been to Hell. This was worse.”

“At least this way, one of us gets to keep fighting,” Sam finishes. You shake your head, taking a step away from Dean.

“No,” you say again. He looks over his shoulder at you and his anger has completely dissolved. “Dean, no.”

“Hi, Y/N,” Billie says, waving. You look at her in utter shock but Dean steps between the two of you again.

“Leave her out of this,” he growls.

“You don’t have to do this,” Cas says, shaking his head.

“Yea, they do,” Billie says. “We made a pact bound in blood, You break that, there’s consequences on a cosmic scale. So, who’s it gonna be?” She asks, looking between the brothers. Sam looks at Dean, then at you, and back to Dean who shakes his head.

“Me,” Mary says before either of them can answer. She turns to face Billie, pulling her handgun from her waistband. Sam and Dean both immediately object, stepping forward to stop her. Billie flings both of them away with a wave of her hand. You rush to Dean’s side and fall next to him, immediately checking him for injuries. He shakes his head and fights to rise to his feet again.

“You said come midnight, a Winchester dies?” Mary asks. “I’m a Winchester.”

“Works for me,” Billie says with a smile. Mary cocks the gun and raises it toward her head. Sam and Dean both object loudly again, fighting to get to her.

“I love you,” Mary sniffs. Just as she’s about to pull the trigger, a sharp pointed blade pierces through Billie’s chest from behind and she immediately falls dead. You stare in shock at the dead body lying before you. Cas stands over her, the blade in his hand dripping blood. Mary lowers her gun as Dean and Sam are finally able to get to their feet. Dean takes your hand, pulling you up as well. You begin to pale as you stare at the body.

“Cas, what have you done?” Dean asks, looking at his best friend in shock.

“What had to be done,” he says. “You know this world – this sad, doomed little world – it needs you…” Your ears begin to ring and you take a shaky step closer to Dean. His arm comes around your waist, eyes never leaving Cas as he continues to talk. Something about keeping all the Winchesters alive.

“Dean,” Mary says, pointing to you. “First dead body.” Dean looks down at you just as you go completely limp in his arms.

Dean runs his hands over his face before taking a long swig off his beer. A lot had happened in the last day; dying, coming back again, running, fighting for their lives, getting back to their family, you, Billie, you, Cas killing a reaper…you. That was really the only thing on his mind…you. He had so carefully built a relationship with you. A relationship based on half truths and secrets but a relationship nevertheless. Now, you knew the whole nasty truth. It was going to be Lisa all over again…

“Dean?” Mary asks, sticking her head into the kitchen. He glances over his shoulder and smiles a little. “Can I join you?” Nodding, he points to the empty seat across from him. She walks over, taking the seat quietly. He stares at the bottle in his hands. “Dean…”

“You shouldn’t have told her,” he tells her firmly. “It wasn’t your place. I didn’t want her to know. She was safer not knowing. Now…I’ll never see her again.”

“What? Why?” Mary asks, confused. Dean stands and throws his empty bottle into the trash.

“To keep her safe!!” He snaps, spinning on her angrily. “People around me don’t hang around too long. They either run or they die. It’s as simple as that. Especially the ones who mean the most to me. And she means…” He stops abruptly, emotion closing up his throat. Mary frowns as she stands and walks over to him.

“It only seems that way, Dean. Y/N, she’s…she’s strong. She took everything I told her in stride and she stayed. She stayed here with Cas and she’s been learning how to do the job,” she tells him.

“That’s even worse!! I don’t want her anywhere near this,” he says, fighting back tears. “If it was just normal hunter stuff then maybe but the stuff we deal with…Lucifer and Amara and God…I want her as far away from all of this as possible.”

“Don’t you think she should get a say in this?” Mary asks. He shakes his head, stubbornly.

“No. Soon as she wakes up, I’m taking her back home. I’ll never go back to that diner.. She’ll never see or hear from me again,” he says.

“What?” You whisper to yourself, standing just outside the kitchen door. You turn on your heels and rush down the hall towards the garage. Your car was there and you’d spent enough time at the bunker to know how to get out. You hadn’t heard much but you heard enough. Dean didn’t want to see you anymore, plain and simple.

***

Three months, five days.

That’s how long it had been since you last saw Dean. You’d left the bunker, rejected and heartbroken, and Dean had kept his word. He hadn’t called. He hadn’t come in for any pie. Life was back to normal. Boring, regular, normal. You found yourself reading into everything you saw on the news, wondering if it was a case Dean could be working at that very moment.

You’d volunteered to close down the diner for yet another night. Floors were mopped. Counters and tables wiped down. All you had left to do was lock up. Flipping off the lights, you step outside into the cool night air. You turn to lock the door when you hear footsteps coming up behind you. Damn it. You’d been so lost in thoughts about what you had believed was a werewolf in Michigan you hadn’t checked the parking lot first.

“Hello, love,” a heavy British accent says. There’s nothing familiar and certainly nothing friendly about the greeting. You stand frozen for a moment, weighing your options. You didn’t have many.

“We’re closed,” you say, not turning to face him yet.

“Not here for the pie,” he jokes. He’s closer than he had been.

“Look. My manager has already taken the deposit to the bank. I’ve got a few bucks in my purse and that’s it. I haven’t seen your face yet. You can turn around and leave, no consequences,” you tell him.

“Afraid not. Got a job to do. A message for your little hunter boyfriend,” he says. You let out a short laugh.

“You’re definitely barking up the wrong tree,” you say. His reflection is in the glass of the door now, standing right behind you. You take a deep breath and turn to face him finally. “Dean Winchester doesn’t care about me. Hurting me, won’t hurt him in any way.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says, brandishing a knife. You bring your knee up, hitting him in the groin. He grunts and doubles over, giving you enough time to run towards your car. Unfortunately, the blow doesn’t slow him down enough. Before you can make it to the car, he’s grabbed you by your waist, knife at your throat. “Any last words I can pass on to the Winchesters?” He breathes in your ear.

“Go to hell,” you spit at him. You feel the knife press harder against your skin as angry tears slide down your cheeks. What a way to go. Dying for a man who couldn’t care less.

Before the Brit can finish you off, a car whips into the dark parking lot, lights shining bright on the two of you. It takes your attacker by surprise and you feel his grip relax just enough. A sharp elbow to his abdomen has him letting you go. You fall to your knees as you attempt to run away. The car skids to a stop and you hear the voice you’d only dreamt of hearing again.

“Y/N!!” Dean yells as he runs at your attacker. He tackles him, knocking the knife from his hand as the two men hit the ground. Mary runs to your side as Sam runs to help Dean. You weren’t sure why. Dean had the upper hand, sitting atop the man, punching him in the face. Repeatedly. That’s when you realize, Sam wasn’t helping Dean. He was pulling him off.

“Dean, it’s over,” he tells his brother. “He’s dead.” Mary helps you to your feet, examining you as Dean makes his way over, wiping his bloodied hand off on his shirt.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Dean asks, taking your face in his hands. He looks you over and frowns at the knick on your neck. Running his thumb over it gently, he wipes the blood away.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, taken aback by his gentleness and concern. Before you can say anything else, he pulls you into a crushing hug. You gasp and freeze before slowly returning the embrace. Mary touches Sam’s shoulder and nods back towards the dead body. They slip away to deal with that and give you two some privacy. “Dean…”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I put you in so much danger,” he says, letting you go. “I didn’t know we were being watched. I didn’t know.”

“Dean, what’s going on?” You ask.

“The British Men of Letters. Turns out it was a join or die type of situation. They’ve been watching all of us for a while now. They knew about you before you ever knew anything,” he explains. “They had brainwashed Mom but we just got her back. Sam and Jody led a raid of the Brits’ headquarters. Saw the pictures of you, of us here. We got here as quick as we could.” He winces now and you finally register how badly beaten he looks.

“What happened to you?” You ask, knowing your attacker hadn’t even gotten one good swing in. He limps over to his car and leans back against the hood.

“Grenade launcher,” he says, pointing to his leg. “Bad fight with Ketch.” He points to the rest of himself.

“Gre...huh??”

“They locked us in the bunker. Shut off the air supply. It was our only way out. And it was freaking awesome,” he says, smirking now. You roll your eyes at him and try not to smile, fighting back that familiar feeling he always gave you.

“Well, thank you. I’ll be more careful. Try not to close up by myself anymore,” you tell him, crossing your arms. He nods slightly, watching you.

“Or you could come with me,” he says. You scoff a laugh and shake your head.

“You don’t have to babysit me, Dean. I’ll be fine,” you say.

“What?” He asks. You shrug, trying to give him a confident smile.

“I’m officially relieving you of the burden of my safety. Whatever happens to me, happens. Don’t let it get to your conscious,” you tell him, looking around for your purse.

“Y/N,” Dean says. He watches you walk over and pick up the discarded item. You throw it over your shoulder and look back at him. “Come here,” he says gently, holding a hand out.

“You don’t want me. I know that. Please stop this,” you say, looking down at the gravel under your feet. You hear him sigh and look up as he starts to limp towards you. “No. Stop. You’re hurt.” He rolls his eyes now before taking your face in his hands for the second time tonight. This time his eyes aren’t searching for injuries. They’re searching for answers.

“Why would you think I don’t want you?” He asks, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it before. You get lost in the green of his eyes for a moment before the memory of that night comes back.

“I heard you with Mary. You said I wouldn’t see or hear from you again. And I haven’t since I left the bunker that day,” you tell him, hating to relive those harsh words. He nods, his hands leaving your face. They don’t go far though, immediately coming to rest on your hips.

“Is that all you heard?” He asks. You nod, wishing he’d just let you go home instead of dragging this out. “I didn’t leave you alone because I didn’t want you. I left you alone because I needed to keep you safe, because I want you too much, because I care about you too much.” Your eyes fill with tears as you stare up at him. You had to have died and gone to heaven for him to be saying these things, the things you wanted him to say so desperately.

“You were so mad when you saw me…”

“Because I didn’t want you anywhere near this life. Hunting, especially the things we end up hunting, it’s dangerous,” he pauses and closes his eyes. “I had just made a deal with a reaper to die. Again. I’d already resolved myself to the fact I wasn’t going to get to say a proper goodbye to you, tell you how I felt, how happy you’ve made me over the past year…and then you were there, right smack in the middle of everything. I was furious, yea, but not at you. I was mad at myself. I never shoulda came back here to begin with.”

“I don’t understand,” you say, shaking your head. Nothing was making sense. Nothing but the feel of his hands on your waist. That was good. That was right.

“I fell for you so hard that first night I came in for dinner. I was just supposed to come in, pick up something for me and Sam, and head back to the bunker. But when I walked in and saw you…I had to know you,” he recalls. “I thought a couple of visits couldn’t hurt. I could just be a customer, see you, talk to you. Maybe you’d eventually learn my name. That third time I came in and saw you getting ready to leave I was devastated. So I asked you to join me, thinking there wasn’t a chance in hell. You’d just gotten off work. Surely you wanted to get out of there and get home. But you stayed and you sat with me and…I knew I was in trouble.” You’re crying now. You don’t know exactly when the tears started but they were falling quickly. Dean brings one hand up and wipes at each of your cheeks gently. “And then you gave me your number…man, I almost called you from the booth,” he laughs. You do as well, reaching up and taking his hand. You press a kiss into his palm.

“I never knew what we were. I was so confused,” you tell him.

“I’m sorry. I kept going back and forth. I told myself it was too dangerous, you were safer as my friend. But then I’d get you alone, in my car and…” His hand tightens slightly on your hip and he pulls you impossibly closer. “I wanted you so desperately.” His voice dropped lower and his eyes bore into your own.

“I wanted you too,” you just manage to whisper. His forehead is touching yours now. Your eyes flutter close as his breath washes over your face.

“No more secrets,” he says before finally bringing his lips in to meet yours. This isn’t a gentle, chaste first kiss. Your lips move desperately against his as your arms wrap around his neck. It was everything you’d imagined and nothing like you could have dreamed all at the same time. His lips were chapped but gentle. He tasted of mint and whiskey. The way his hands moved over your back, one sliding just beneath your shirt to caress the skin at the small of your back, was intoxicating. You force yourself to pull away, remembering that his family was in the near vicinity.

“I have one secret,” you admit. He looks down at you expectantly. “I freaking hate this job.” He laughs and shakes his head, kissing you once more quickly.

“Sweetheart, I got bad news. That ain’t a secret,” he teases. You laugh too as Dean looks over your shoulder at the diner. “This place is gonna go under without your pie. It’s the only reason anyone comes back.”

“Including you?” You ask. His smile turns into a smirk as he looks back down at you.

“Why do you think I’m keeping you at the bunker?” He asks. Laughing again, you try to step out of his arms but they only tighten around you. His face is suddenly serious again as he watches you. “But only if you’re absolutely sure. I can’t stress enough how dangerous this life is.” You smile as you take his face in your hands.

“Dean,” you start. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

With that, Dean kisses you once again.

You leave your diner key in the door and a note taped to the glass.

I quit. -Y/N

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