#Dean x Reader series

[deanwritings]

Night Falls: Chapter 23

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 4,238

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A/N: You lucky ducks. I had written out the rest of my story and chapter 23 was suppose to be the epilogue, but I guess after 5 years the characters have a lot to say. So here's a surprise chapter!

This is also Chapter 23 2.0 as I wrote the initial version and something about it just never felt right. Much happier with how this one turned out.

You sat in Dean's room in the quiet, just holding his hand as the two of you watched the evening's basketball game, he from his bed, and you besides him in your wheelchair.

Your heart had soared at his words. You've never had someone in awe of you before. And it made you realize, all those nights of wishing there was more to Dean's smiles, or him going out of his way to pick up your favorite chips when you'd run out, or Dean sitting closer to you every night on the couch, was exactly that. More.

Now, he didn't throw the word love out there. Not that you would want him to, but the way he had spoken about you, the sincerity and conviction in his voice, confirmed what you had started hoping for weeks ago, as you began to fall deep for the green-eyed man; Special Agent Dean Winchester, FBI, had liked you back.

It all sounded very junior high when you thought of it like that.

Do you like me? Circle "yes" or "no."

But life had been complicated the last few months, and you would take simple any day of the week now.

And you had wanted to say it back, to tell him how happy he made you and how he could comfort you in a way you had never found with someone else, but the words escaped you. You were so emotionally and physically overwhelmed with everything that had happened in the past 24 hours, all you could do was hold his hand and sit by his side, hoping that was enough for now.

And when your nurse finally arrived to take you back, Dean stared at you with a smile.

"Promise me you'll come visit before you leave tomorrow?" His voice was barely a whisper, and you weren't sure if it was from the lack of conversation, or him not wanting to disturb the quiet around you. "Gotta make sure they're not making a mistake letting you out of here too soon," he quickly follows up with a smirk.

"Sir, yes, sir" you smile back, your voice matching his, and his eyes gleam in the dim light as the nurse wheeled you away.

After you left Dean's room, your heart full and a feeling of relief for the first time, truly, in months, you managed to sleep peacefully for a whopping twelve hours. You still felt like shit when you woke up, but the pain was already starting to subside and you took another extra, extra strength dose of Tylenol before a PT specialist came to check on you.

You weren't quite ready to put your full weight on your ankle, even with the compression boot, so he equipped you with a single crutch for your left side to help you distribute the weight. It wasn't the most graceful of movements, but you were grateful to not be in a wheelchair for the next few weeks. Though even without a wheelchair, you had no idea how you were going to get up to your third floor walkup. It was going to take you forever to hobble up those steps.

So for now, you would stay with your parents at their hotel that had an elevator and would wait to figure out life's next steps once you had some time to decompress from it all.

After your PT appointment, your parents arrived with a duffle bag in hand, filled with clean clothes to change into before your discharge.

With the help of your mother, you managed to changed into some joggers and a hoodie, though it wasn't without some bickering on how to best maneuver a hoodie with a broken clavicle. A zip up probably would have been better, which you mentioned to your mother a few times, but with gritted teeth, you eventually managed.

Once you were out of your hospital gown and steady on your feet, it was time to head out and start putting this whole ordeal behind you.

With slow steps, and your parents flanking you at both sides, ready to catch you at a moment's notice should you lose your balance as you had a few times already, you maneuver your way to the elevator banks, hitting the "^" button as your dad hits the down arrow.

"Wrong button, Y/N," Your dad eyes you from his side, probably wondering just how bad your concussion was.

"I'm actually headed upstairs to say bye to De--Agent Winchester," you catch yourself. "I'll meet you out front." You smile at your father, and he doesn't respond, just studies your face.

There wasn't much you could hide from your dad, you were so similar that your tells were his tells, but you're grateful he doesn't push the matter.

"You sure you don't need any help, Y/N?" Your mother's worried eyes stare straight into yours as you turn to her, the two of you sharing the same height.

"Mom, I survived a hit man, a mafia boss, and a kidnapping. I think I can manage navigating a hospital." You smirk and she just huffs.

"Still not funny," she mutters under her breath as the elevator up dings open. You may have thrown that joke at her a few times since she arrived and was being overly helpful as you tried to get ready to leave.

"I'll see you guys in a few minutes," you hobble inside and let the doors shut.

Once you hit post-ops, the floor is buzzing with activity; it was a Wednesday afternoon, and the hospital had a full day of surgeries booked from appendectomies to gastric bypasses, plus the emergencies that popped up.

Thankfully, most people avoid you as you as you navigate down the halls until you finally reach 539.

The door is ajar as you shuffle up, and you can hear voices floating through the crack. You recognize Dean's laugh and your chest instantly warms and you smile at the sound. The other voices don't sound familiar, and you briefly wonder if you should give he and his guests privacy, but Dean did make you promise to stop by before you left.

You knock on the door, and with your free hand, push it open wide enough to give yourself room as you take gentle steps in.

Dean smiles at you as you enter, the first true, carefree smile you've seen in him since before that night in the safe house. Standing at his bedside are a man and woman, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

"Look at you up and walking," Dean smirks and you scoff and shake your head.

"Hilarious." You deadpan as you shuffle to the wall closest to his bed and lean against it for support. "Do you also make fun of sick children?" You cock your head at him as you rest your crutch besides you.

"Only if they deserve it," he grins that thousand watt smile, and you just sigh and quietly ask yourself if this is truly the man who has stolen your heart.

Like you could ever deny he wasn't.

The man next to Dean clears his throat, and you take him in for the first time and your eyes go wide as your mouth drops just a bit. He's HUGE. Dean is tall, but this man looked like he could play center for the New York Knicks. Which made you realize.

"You must be Sammy," you smile at him, catching as he shoots a glance towards Dean.

"Sam Winchester, yeah." His smile returns, the same smile you've seen on his brother. You don't miss the change in his name. Guess Sammy was a family name. Not that you meant to use it like you knew him, but it was what Dean always called him when he talked about his little brother.

"And I'm guessing you're Y/N?" He asks politely, a word you would never use to describe Dean. If it weren't for the same smile, you'd hardly think they were related. Not with the flowing hair Sammy - Sam - was rocking.

You nod.

"Nice to finally meet you," his smiles genuinely, and you return it.

"And this is my fiancé, Jess," he motions to the statuesque woman next to him and your heart sinks a little.

Sam was tall for a man, and Jess was just as tall for a woman. Not in a weird way, more like a model. And she was pristinely put together in a beautiful cranberry sweater and fitted jeans over her toned legs. Her blonde hair was flawless pulled into a high pony and her face was bright and beautiful. You immediately feel embarrassed standing across from someone so elegant while you stand here in your sweats and beat up face, barely keeping yourself upright as you leaned against the wall.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but it didn't stop you from feeling any less insecure.

"Great to meet you both. Dean's told me a lot about you." You smile at them, both of them returning it.

Sam's arms falls off from around Jess and he claps his hands together.

"We'll we're about to step out for some coffee, can we get you guys anything?" Sam offers, looking between you and Dean.

"I'm all set, thank you." Sam nods.

"Sammy, grab me a donut and a large, black coffee." Dean orders and Sam's face falls.

"Dude, the doctor said no caffeine until you were CAT scans were clear." Sam groans, like they've had this conversation already.

"I can't go five days without coffee, Sam." Dean shoots, and your eyes wander between the bickering brothers as you bit back a smile. It was like watching two little kids in very grown men bodies.

"Suck it up, Dean." Sam turns to Jess and pats her on the shoulder, indicating it was time to go.

"You suck it up," Dean grumbles under his breath as you wave goodbye to the model couple.

"Cranky, much?" You raise your eyebrows once the room is empty.

"Sweetheart, beat-up Dean hour was Monday. In case you haven't noticed, I'm laid up in the hospital, some compassion would be nice." Dean crosses his arms and you scoff.

"Says the man making fun a cripple five minutes ago?" You shoot back. Dean's mouth opens for a comeback, but no words escape. You just smirk.

Point, me.

"So have you come to say goodbye or are you just here to annoy me?" Dean cocks his head at you.

"Can I say both?" Your eyebrows shoot up at him, and he dips his head with a chuckle.

A silence falls between you, and you shift your weight against the wall.

"You gonna be okay once you get out of here?" He eyes find yours again, the amusement gone this time.

"It will take a little getting use to walking around like this, but the physical therapist said I should only need the crutch for about two weeks before I can start putting more weight on the boot." You shrug and Dean frowns at you. You know that's not what he meant.

"That's not what I meant." You chuckle, predicting his words.

"I know," you say softly and look down at your feet.

You take a deep breath before finding his steady gaze. The physical stuff was easy to talk about. Easy to see. But the other stuff, that was what had you most worried.

"My doctor gave me a few resources for PTSD, as well as a some names of therapists and groups." Your free hand rubs your forehead. "It's a lot to figure out right now." You sigh. Just another thing to hash out once you finally have a chance to catch your breath from the crazy ride the last few days had been.

"Well, I'm just a phone call away if you need to talk." Dean smiles gently at you, reminding you of your late-night therapy sessions back at the safe house when the reality of your situation would become too much and you felt like the world was going to crumble from under your feet.

"I should probably get a new phone then," you smirk. You hadn't had a cellphone in two months. That would probably be a good place start once you got out of here.

"Still got my card?"

You do. It was stuffed in in your duffle, saturated with blood after being in your hoodie pocket on Monday night. Crowley had taken it with him when he took you so he knew what number to call to get Dean directly. Thankfully, the cop who collected your bloodied clothes let you keep the card rather than bagging it as evidence.

"Still got it." You half smile and Dean can see the defeat in your eyes.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself until I get out of here," Dean looks at you with concern. You shake your head.

"What do you mean until you get out of here? Last I heard, you're indefinitely suspended." You snark as you smile at him. Cas had mentioned it would likely be a few months before Dean was allowed back to work.

"Can you not be difficult for five minutes?" He sighs, though there's a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"I promise," you say earnestly and his smile grows as the two of you just stare at one another.

A calmness washes over you, and there's something inside of you that makes you feel like you'll come out of this alright. Both of you. You just hope he feels it too.

"Well, I should probably get going, my parents are probably waiting for me." You push off the wall and adjust your crutch under your arm, steadying yourself.

"I'll see you around, Agent Winchester," you give him one last look, a smile settling onto your face as you look into his green eyes, full of life and hope. A look you haven't seen on him before. It suited him, and you hoped to see more of it.

"See ya soon, Ms. Y/L/N." Dean gives you a little salute and you shake your head in a laugh as you turn and make your way back to the row of elevators, finally making your way out of the hospital and away from this nightmare one final time.

Over the next week, you stayed in a conjoining hotel room to your parents. It was less than ideal, but they were able to help you when your body failed you, and your mom was immediately by your side when you woke up screaming from the nightmares of that night.

You still never told them the full story, and it wasn't one they needed to know. So a few days after being released from the hospital, you reached out to one of the therapists your doctor recommended and was able to schedule your appointment for three days later. It was a lot of crying and anxiety, but your doctor assured you that it was normal, and the confidence in her voice made you believe that you would get through this.

During that week, your parents also helped you cancel your lease. Your apartment hadn't been home for months, and after Crowley had slithered his way in, there was no way you would ever feel comfortable there again. You had all of your belongings moved to storage, and swatted off your parents as they tried to convince you to move home.

As much as you appreciated their help, going home felt like going back on a promise you made yourself years ago. You had always wanted more than what your small, suburban hometown had to offer, and you weren't going to go back now just because of some silly mafia boss who had kidnapped you and tried to kill you and the FBI agent you had fallen for.

A few days after your release from the hospital, you got a text to your new phone from Dean, letting you know that he was finally breaking free. AKA, the doctors had cleared him and he could return home. That had you rolling your eyes.

Sam would be staying with him a few days to help him get back on his feet, and you told him you were glad to hear he was doing well.

With your parents still in town, you didn't feel like it was the right time to meet up to confess your feelings for him, so you promised to meet up with him soon, once you were a little more mobile and his doctor no longer had him taking a pharmacy's worth of meds.

Another week went by and you had found a new apartment, this one with an elevator and a doorman. You hired a moving company, and with the help of your parents, you quickly settled in. Your dad headed back home once the move was complete, and your mom stayed with you a few more days until you finally had to kick her out, insisting that now that you no longer needed the crutch, you would be okay. It took two days of convincing, but sixteen days after you were released from the hospital, you were once more on your own, settled into your new home with no idea what to do next.

You were officially on sabbatical from work, your bosses, thankfully, being very understanding and wanting you to take your time before your return to the office.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even wanted to return. It all seemed so trivial, but you figured you could unpack that with your therapist during your next session.

You were grateful for your friends that kept you company after your mom left. At least one friend visited you each night with dinner, and you filled them in on the less grizzly details of your little adventure from the last few months, though you never mentioned Dean, wanting to keep that for yourself.

All in all, you were finally settling back into a normal life, just missing the one thing you desperately wanted.

It was a Monday night as you sat on your couch, your good leg folded under you as you sipped on a glass of red wine and mindlessly watched Bravo when your doorbell rang.

Your heart immediately jumped into your chest, and you finished taking the sip of wine you had started before placing your glass onto the coffee table.

You weren't expecting anyone tonight, so there was no reason for your doorbell to be ringing. But you remind yourself that whoever it was would have had to check in the with doorman before they were allowed past the front desk. That was the whole reason you got an apartment with a doorman. No more surprises.

You push yourself out of your seat and slowly shuffle towards the door as the bell rings again.

Whoever the hell it was was certainly impatient. It wasn't like you only had one good leg to walk on or anything.

Maybe one of my friends had Doordashed me dinner. You try to easy your nerves.

It wasn't totally out of the realm of possibilities. Your friends had been stopping over with food or sending you food ever since your parents left.

As you approach the door, you lean against the wood, peeking through the peep hole to see who had decided to stop by unannounced.

You heart stops as you take in the fish-eyed image of your green-eyed agent. You push off the door, your heart rate jumping again, but this time with excitement.

It had been almost a month since you left the hospital, and you still hadn't made plans to see him.

Guess someone couldn't wait any longer.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you undo the door chain and deadbolt before opening the door wide, coming face-to-face with the freckled-faced man.

He immediately smiles as you fully appear from behind the door, and you rest against the frame, taking off some extra weight off your ankle.

"I don't recall giving you my new address," you start, cocking your head at him.

He smiles, the corners of his lips crinkling as he briefly looks down at his feet before his eyes find yours again.

"I may have called in a favor," he smiles back at you with a slight shrug. You raise your eyebrows.

Cas. Definitely Cas.

Not that he had your address, but you were sure a simple FBI search would have easily given it to him.

"And how'd you manage to get past the doorman?" Your forehead wrinkles in question. Dean purses his lips, his eyes still shining as his hand reaches into his pocket, revealing his badge.

You shake your head and tsk your tongue.

"I believe that's an abuse of power, Agent Winchester." You smirk and Dean rolls his eyes and just shakes his head.

"Well if you stopped avoiding me, maybe I wouldn't have to abuse my power." His face stays light, but his comment makes your face fall.

You hadn't been avoiding him per say. Hell, most nights you wished he was on the couch next to you, keeping you company until you fell asleep. You just hadn't been ready for this conversation yet.

After everything that happened, the two of you were battered and broken, inside and out; Dean having finally killed his the man responsible for his mother's murder, and you the witness to it all.

You wanted to give yourself time, to make sure everything you felt for Dean was real, and not just a knee-jerk response to the adrenaline. Not that you personally ever questioned it, but you had disclosed your and Dean's relationship to your therapist one session and she had mentioned "transference," where one begins to attach romantic feelings to a person in a professional, protector role.

That one had you reeling for a bit. You really had to think hard about if what you felt for Dean was only because he had been protecting you, or because what you felt for him was real.

But every night before you would fall asleep, you replayed his words over in your head. They brought you comfort and a soft smile before you fell into your nightmares. A little piece of light in the darkness of your mind. And you knew, it wasn't adrenaline, transference, or whatever the hell else someone wanted to call it.

You had fallen hook, line, and sinker for your annoying, obnoxious, agent.

"I wasn't avoiding you," you break the silence, and he just hums as he rocks on his feet.

"So are you going to invite me in or what?" His gleams at you, not bothered by your slow response.

"That depends," you shift on the doorframe. "Do you have a warrant?" This gets him to bite his lip with a laugh as he shakes his head.

"Still a pain in the ass?" He questions, taking a step closer to you, his face just mere inches away, and you swallow as you look up at him.

"Can't stop now." You lick your lips, his green eyes shining down at you.

God you had missed this. Missed him.

"But I guess I'll let you come in," your breath fans over him before you pull away, allowing him space to step inside.

You hear him sigh, not of relief, but strangled and caught in his throat. You smirk.

He puts one foot forward, but with your good arm you stop him, wrapping your fingers around his bicep, causing him to look down at you.

"Or you can wait while I tell you how much I've missed you."

Here's goes nothing.

If there was anything you learned these past few months, next week, tomorrow, or even the next hour weren't promised. You had to swallow your fear and do what you could to make the most of the time you had. With the people you had. Or wanted to have.

His eyes scan your face, and you swallow before you continue.

"I know I didn't say anything in the hospital that night, but it wasn't because I didn't want to." You take a deep breath.

"Dean, I have never met anyone more bossy or irritating than you. Or who chews like he's in a barn." Dean frowns.

"Are you planning on saying something nice?" His forehead wrinkles as he raises his eyebrows at you.

"Or impatient," you add and he huffs and looks away.

"But," Your good hand leaves his arm, traveling up to cup his chin, leading his gaze back to you. "I have never met someone so dedicated or loyal to the people around him. And there's not a night that goes by that I wouldn't rather be back at the safe house, watching those stupid cowboy movies with you." You feel the muscles flex under your fingers as his eyes relax and his lips break into a grin.

"I had a feeling you hated those movies," he chuckles, his eyes refusing to look anywhere but you.

"I really fucking did."

With a quick pull, Dean's lips crash to yours as your back presses against the doorframe behind you.

It's slow and needy, the release you both had been waiting for these past few weeks, with no one to stand in the way.

No Crowley. No Zazel. No FBI.

Just you and Dean.

Chapter 24

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Us Then (D.W.)

Summary: Dean never quite got over her all those years ago. Christmas, Whiskey and ten years of pining.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: None

A/N: Thinking of writing a smutty one piece out of this, LMK if that is something you guys would like! As always thank you @lfaewrites​ for betaing!! x

Masterlist

I never thought such heat would grow dry and old

Takes blood and guts just to get to where we were

Put on your dancing shoes, I’ll be him and you be her

Dean stepped into the aisle of the plane, silently thanking the stranger behind him for letting him out. He slings his bag over his shoulder and makes his way off of the plane and starts towards baggage claim. He pulls his ball cap further onto his head, his eyes scanning the crowd of people waiting for their families near the baggage carousel. His eyes light up when he sees his mother and brother standing amongst the crowd.

“Hiya sammy…” He rumbles as he slings his arms around his taller brother before turning to his mother and pulling her into a tight hug. She sniffles as the tears in her eyes fall down her face, a feeling of happiness settling within her at the sight of her two boys finally together after so long.

“Let’s get those bags, I can’t wait to get you home..” she mumbles, pushing her way closer to the carousel.

Dean walked through the front door of his childhood home, smiling once his step-dad came through the entryway of the kitchen. He said his hellos to his stand-in father before he made his way up to his old room to get settled in for the holidays. He slowly unpacked his bags, neatly folding the shirts and pants he brought and placing them in the dresser that sat beside his bed.

He pulled out a pair of Jeans from his bag that had yet to be unpacked and a flannel before pulling off his hoodie and sweatpants. He changed quickly before making his way back downstairs to where his family was sitting in the living room.

Mary had pulled out old family photos, an album sitting on the coffee table in front of her and Sam, the smiles on their faces warming Dean’s heart. He clears his throat causing the pair to turn around and usher him over to look at the photos they were flipping through.

Dean settles himself in between Mary and Sam, settling the scrapbook on his lap and smiling at a photo of him and Sam from when they were in highschool. It’s from Dean’s graduation, a small Freshman Sam smiling brightly at his big brother, his mother by his side and step-father behind the three of them. It’s a photo that Dean has seen over and over again but always seems to bring back the fondest memories of his life back home.

When Dean flips to the next page, his heart skips a beat. He brings his lip between his teeth as he runs his fingers over the photo. It's her, a beautiful dress showing off the expanse of her legs, sitting on the hood of his late-father’s Impala. Dean is beside her, his lips crashed to her cheek as she throws her head back laughing. He knows this picture well too, with it being paperclipped to the inside of his songbook. His nose is constantly buried in it, writing songs about her. He smiles widely upon seeing more photos of her littered in the book.

“She was always a nice girl,” his mom finally croaks out as if she is testing the waters for how much she can actually say about Dean’s lost love.

“Yeah, she was. I’m sure is; wherever she ended up,” Dean says, smiling at his mom before flipping through the rest of the pictures, deciding to abandon the conversation that had been started.

The three of them laugh over the rest of the photos Mary had pulled out over cups of coffee, finally putting them away when Dean’s step-dad calls them into the dining room for dinner.

Dean is up in his room getting ready to call it an early night when he hears a soft knock on his door.

“Come in,” he rasps out as he is about to toe off his boots. Sam peaks his head inside the door, opening it all the way once he sees that his brother is still dressed for the day.

“Hey, Jess is working down at Jameson’s. It’s their annual Christmas party and she was wondering if we would like to go see her and maybe get some drinks once she's off in an hour,” Sam asks as he stands in the doorway. Dean ponders the idea, silently weighing out the pros and cons in his head. He is tired; sleeping sounds like it would be in his best interest, but his love for Jess and Sam outweighs the hours of peaceful slumber he would get if he stayed in.

“Sure, let me just get freshened up,” he says as he makes his way to the bathroom to situate his hair and spray on some cologne. He makes his way downstairs, bidding a goodbye to his mother and following Sam out the house and to his truck.

“Are you nervous about being out tonight?” Sam asks as he backs out of the driveway, turning onto the road and driving towards Jameson’s.

“Not really.. Being home is nice and I’m sure a couple of people will make a big deal about it but I’m not worried about it too much,” he says, admiring the holiday lights as they passed through town.

The conversation was kept light as the two made their way to the bar, Sam finally pulling into the parking lot and turning the car off.

They entered Jameson’s, quickly spotting Jess tending to another table. The pair sat at a table in the corner where Dean had a good view of the whole bar, settling the little bit of nerves he had about being out.

Sam and Dean drank, telling stories about when they were younger, Sam asking about life in LA, just genuine catching up between two brothers, but in the middle of their conversation, Dean notices the door open to the busy bar. His heart speeds up upon seeing who it is walking through the door, his palms going clammy.

He is up in an instant, pushing through the crowd of people trying to get to her. He stops a few feet behind her as she orders herself a drink from the bar.

“Whiskey and coke, please,” she says, Dean smiling upon hearing her drink order. He remembers when he used to make her drinks, her nose always turning up at how much whiskey he would put in.

She’s dressed in the prettiest red dress Dean has ever seen, her coat still resting on her shoulders. He rocks on his feet for a moment, almost deciding to turn away from her and go back to Sam, but he decides his years pining for her needs to come to an end; one way or another.

“He-” he only gets halfway through his introduction when she turns around quickly, barely noticing Dean as she begins to make her way into the crowd of people.

“Dean?” she questions, a bright smile on her face as she looks up at him, Dean feels the air in his lungs go void. Her eyes shining as she raises her glass to her lips, her smile never leaving her face.

“Y/N..” he breathes out, his smile matching hers as he looks down at her.

“Can I buy you a drink?” she asks as she turns back to the bar, not waiting for his answer as she flags down the bartender again.

“Whiskey, neat. Johnnie Walker if you have it please,” she rambles out as Dean takes a seat beside her, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the words to say to the woman who has been the center of his mind for what feels like forever.

“What’s it been? Ten years?” she asks as she takes another sip of her drink.

Dean nods his head, silently thanking the bartender when he comes back with Dean’s beverage.

“Feels like forever honestly,” he adds as he brings his tumbler to his lips and takes a long swig before placing the glass on the bartop in front of him.

“How has your music been?” she questions, her hand coming to rest on her chin, the smile she has had plastered on her face since running into Dean never leaving.

“G-good. Just released a new album a few weeks ago. It’s doing good,” he says, turning his body to face her straight on.

“I’ll have to give it a listen,” she giggles, Dean noticing her already loose demeanor.

“You- You don’t have to..” he mumbles, his hand scratching at the back of his neck as he averts his eyes to the ground.

“Why? ‘Cause all the songs are about me?” she quips with a small laugh.

Dean’s eyes go wide, his belly blooming with adoration at the idea that she knows he writes about her.

“I take it you listen?” he mumbles, a cackle leaving her lips as she downs the rest of her drink.

“Listen? Lovely, the girls and I dissect every song you put out to see if it's about me.”

Dean’s cheeks heat up at her revelation, obviously fueled by whatever drinks she has had earlier in the evening.

“Caught me red handed didn't you, darling?” She nods her head as she starts on another drink the bartender brought her.

“Well you caught me, I listen to your music more than I should admit. Call me a ‘pining idiot’ or whatever,” she rambles out, her cheeks heating up when she realizes what she has said.

“Pining?” Dean questions, a hint of amusement lingering in his voice.

“Oh come off it, I’m not the one writing song after song about some highschool fling,” she mumbles, swishing the contents of her glass around before taking another drink.

“Y/N..” he says, his heart breaking upon hearing her call what they had a “fling”, “It wasn’t just a fling.”

“Really? Because it feels like it was. You just up and left when you dropped out of college,” her smiley demeanor has vanished, her smile replaced by a pout that Dean shouldn’t find as endearing as he should.

“Hey-”

“Dean it's fine, I know you had bigger things to get onto. It isn't a big deal.” She stands up from her place at the bar, places a kiss on Dean's cheek, and bids him a goodbye before getting lost in the crowd of people.

Dean continues drinking with Sam, Jess finally getting off work and joining the two of them. The trio enjoy their evening, Dean doing his best to avoid looking for Y/N as the night goes on. But, when she finally comes into view again, she's heading for the door. The whiskey coursing through Dean’s veins causes him to get up and follow her. When he finally stumbles upon her, she has her coat pulled around her body as she sways and waits for her ride.

“Y/N.” he says, her whole body turning to face him as he approaches her.

“Dean.” she says back, her voice quiet and timid.

Fuck it, honestly, Fuck it.

He steps closer to her, his hands coming to cup her cheeks and placing the sweetest kiss to her lips, Y/N melting into it and smiling.

She pulls away after a moment, smiling up at him. Her hand comes to brush at the stubble forming on Dean’s jaw.

“I never stopped loving you,” he says, his breath ragged.

And that Christmas Y/N found herself nestled into Dean’s side as he watched his family unwrap Christmas presents, but they both knew they got the best presents that year.

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[winchesterfanatic1967]

Falling In Love Slowly, And Then All At Once Part 5

Pairings: Dean AU x reader

Word Count: 2,804 

Warnings- A bit of angst, a bit of tears, mentions of cancer, mentions of chemotherapy, tons of fluffiness. 

Eventually your lunches came and you continued to talk and laugh throughout the entire thing. Dean was such an easy person to talk to. He told you little stories about his childhood, his favorite things and you told him your favorite things, you told him little things that happened in your life and during school. 

You decided to share a piece of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. “Mmmm, I love me some pie.” He mumbled and you smiled. 

“Me too.” 

“After this, do you want to go to my apartment? I want to get new things, but I need a woman’s opinion.”

“Okay! I love dong decor and all things like that. I’m excited.”

He nodded with a smile and you took out your wallet but he placed his hand on top of yours. “I got it.” 

“No, I can’t let you pay for everything De.”

“Please, my pleasure.”

“Alright.” You sighed and put your wallet away. Dean placed some bills on the table along with a generous tip before leading you to the car, opening up the passenger door for you. “Thank you De.” 

“You’re welcome sweetheart.”

 He drove to his apartment and you couldn’t help but smile at his mannerisms. He lightly drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as classic rock played on the speakers. The next song that came on the radio made excitement fill your body. “I LOVE THIS SONG!” You yelled out and turned the volume up making him smile and look at you. 

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds. Tight pants points, hardly renown. She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes. And points all her own sitting way up high.” You belted out. 

 He looked at you in adoration. He already thought you were beautiful. You had the same taste in the same things, now you liked the same music as him? He already had a little crush, it’s turning into something more on his side already. 

“Way up firm and high. Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy. Out in the backseat of my 60’ chevy. Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.”

“C’mon De! Let’s go!” You gently nudged his shoulder and he let out a laugh. 

“Workin’ on our night moves.” Both of you sang together with a smile. “Trying to make some front page drive-in news. Workin’ on our night moves.”

You continued to sing the song together and the car was filled with lots of laughter. You felt like you could be yourself around Dean. He was a lot of fun to be around. He pulled into his apartment complex, and it was a really nice one. It was definitely well taken care of. 

“Welcome to my home.” He said as you both walked inside. It was neat and clean for a guy. Everything was organized and there was maybe one dish in the sink. “It’s nice Dean. Everything is clean. What do you need my help with?”

“I, uh.” He played with the ends of his hair sheepishly. “I kind of wanted to hangout with you some more. I needed an excuse.”

You giggled as he became shy, and the color rose to his freckled cheeks. “Hey, don’t make fun of me.” He chuckled shyly. 

“I’m not. I just keep thinking of reasons to not be attracted to you and every time I try not to, you become more perfect.”

“Eh, I’m not perfect.” He says while plopping on his couch and patting the seat next to him. 

“Are you kidding me? You’re a gentleman. You’ve held open the car door for me. You paid for lunch, you don’t judge. You’re goofy. I have a lot of fun with you. You’re sweet.”

“You don’t know me yet. Most people don’t stick around long enough.”

“Well, I’m not like most people.”

 He just looked up at you and could tell you were serious. “I have many faults. You’ll see.”

“I hope so.” You said seriously and he gave you a small smile, his lip curling up. 

“Well what about you, huh? You have to have a flaw.”

“What do you mean? I have plenty of them.”

“I haven’t seen any yet. You’re beautiful, smart, and you have a good head on your shoulders.”

“You’ll see.” 

“I hope so.” He said seriously and it made you smile and look at your lap. 

“So how long are we going to keep up this, “just friends”, facade?” He smiled at you and you felt yourself blush. 

“I don’t know.” You shrugged shyly. “I mean, I’ve only been here for a couple of months. I guess my answer is…friends for right now, but we flirt?” You say and he deeply chuckles. 

“As long as another guy doesn’t swoop you up, I guess I can handle that.” He says with a grin and it makes you smile. 

“Okay.” 

“But don’t think a day won’t go by where I don’t tell you how beautiful, stunning, and cute you are.” He says. 

“Dean.” You giggled out with your cheeks turning red and you gently gave him a shove. 

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and Dean made you laugh more times than you could count. When it was time to go home you were devastated. But the weekend was coming up, and you were looking forward to it. Looking forward to spending more time with Dean. 

 After your first quote on quote date but not a date with Dean, you’ve spent a lot more time together over the course of the next two weeks. Your feelings were growing more and more every time you saw him. Every time your phone lit up with a text, you were hoping it was from him. Butterflies grew in your stomach when he appeared at Harvelle’s, and it’s been a while since that’s happened to you. 

He made it no secret that he had a crush on you, and you were really starting to develop feelings for him too. He was just so sweet and charming. You were learning very quickly that he had one of the biggest hearts out of everyone you’ve met. 

You were watching a movie with him while he had you lay across his lap, and his fingers were running themselves through your locks. You hummed in approval and he couldn’t help but smile as he stared down at you. You were so beautiful to him, and so sweet. 

He loved getting to know you over the past couple of months. During the short time you’ve spent together he’s learned about your likes and dislikes, and he couldn’t deny the fact that he fell for you. Quickly, and it was honestly scary to him. 

He had a couple of serious girlfriends in his lifetime and both of them broke his heart. Other than that he knew he had a reputation in this town but he was content with it now. All the rumors circulating around used to bother him but he let it go. He knew the truth and the closest to him did as well. 

It wasn’t a lie that he’s a huge flirt, but he didn’t sleep with every girl he laid eyes on like most people claimed. He actually treated women like gold and with respect. His parents raised him right and he would never disrespect or use women and throw them away. 

“De?” 

“Hmm?” His train of thought was interrupted and he jumped as he realized you were looking up at him with your beautiful eyes. He felt the color rise in his cheeks. He’s been staring at you and he didn’t want you to think he was being creepy, but you seemed unfazed.

“I’m hungry, let’s order a pizza.” He chuckled. 

“Let’s do it.”

The both of you were eating in silence while another movie was playing on tv. 

“Tomorrow my dad finds out if the chemo is working or not.” You breathe out after a while and Dean looks at you with a hopeful face. 

You haven’t really talked about your dad's sickness that much since the two of you had grown closer, and he didn’t push you to talk. 

“He finished six rounds of chemotherapy, and now they want to check to see what’s going on. If it’s working, then they’re going to continue it. If not then, well I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Well, your dad is a fighter, and I’ve known that about him for years now.”

You nodded softly while playing with your hands. “Hey..he’s going to be okay.” He says softly. 

“You don’t know that.” You say while shaking your head and you could feel the tears entering your eyes. You never talked about your dad with Dean because you didn’t want to cry and break down in front of him. You wanted to show that you were strong. 

Before you knew it your plate was taken out of your hands and Dean’s soft hands were cupping your cheeks, wiping away the tears that you didn’t even realize were falling. “I-I, I’m sorry.” You sniffled and quickly slid away from Dean. 

“Hey hey hey. C’mere, it’s okay.” He says softly and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, it’s my job to be strong and I lost control for a second.” 

 “I’m going to stop you right there.” He says softly while grabbing your hand. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. It’s good if you want to show strength for your mom and dad, but it’s okay to break down sometimes. I’m never going to judge you. You never have to worry about breaking down in front of me.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes. “I don’t want to cry anymore right now. Let’s see what happens after my dad's appointment tomorrow and we’ll go from there. Um..my mom and dad usually go to the appointments to see the oncologist together while I wait at home. Will…um..will you come over tomorrow and wait with me? I really don’t want to be by myself.”

“I was already planning on coming over. I will never leave you alone. I’ve got you.” He says while giving your hand a gentle squeeze and you couldn’t help but smile. 

September 22nd 

Your knee was bouncing up and down as you were waiting for your parents to come home. You were so nervous, and you got no sleep last night. You stood up, and began to pace around your living room. You jumped out of your skin as Dean’s arms wrapped around your middle. “Sweetheart, you're making me dizzy.” He chuckled lovingly. 

“I-I,” You sigh, “I just need a distraction.” 

“Oh really?” You could hear the smirk in Dean’s voice and you didn’t even have time to ask him what he was doing before you were lifted over his shoulder. You let out a squeal and giggles escaped your lips as he began to spin you around. “D-Dean! Put me down!” You say in between giggles. 

“Never!” He said playfully as he spun you around faster, and your laughter was getting louder and louder. 

Your laughter and squeals were making his heart swell up. It was the most adorable sound he’s ever heard. He wanted to distract you, even if it was just for a little while. You deserve to have happiness in your life and all he wanted was to see you smile. 

“D-Dean! I’m going to throw up! Enough!” You squeal out and he laughs as he puts you down. You held onto his shoulders as you were getting your breath back and the room was finally beginning to stop spinning. When you locked eyes with him you couldn’t help but giggle some more. “You’re a jerk.”

He chuckled, “Ready for round two?” 

“What? No no no, De,-” You were cut off as he hoisted you up into his arms for a second time, this time holding you like a baby. He began to spin you around once more, and he was smiling so hard his cheeks were hurting as your laughter filled the living room again. 

The sound of your parents car pulling into the driveway interrupted the laughter, and Dean immediately placed you down. Your heart began to pound inside your chest, and light sweat coated your forehead. 

Your parents walked inside, and it looked like they were both crying. Your heart dropped into your stomach until they both began to smile. “The chemo is working.” Your dad says. “The nodules on my stomach shrunk so much the doctors could barely see them on the scans. The liver ones are still there but the doctor is optimistic.”

Happy tears instantly filled your eyes, and you immediately let out a small sob of relief. You felt arms wrap themselves around you, and you cried into their chest. You knew it was Dean, you didn’t even have to look up. His hands rubbed up and down your back, and you pulled away after a minute. 

You walked over to your dad and wrapped your arms snugly around him, and he did the same to you. Your dad was not an emotional person by any means, but he was letting out sobs of relief. 

“I told you that it was worth it daddy.” You sob out and he cried harder. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before in my entire life.” He choked out. 

 After exchanging an emotional hug with your mother, you were surprised to see Dean wrap your father up into his arms and even more shocked to see his eyes well up with tears. They cried into each other's arms and after some time they pulled away, “We have to celebrate. Let’s all go out for dinner, my treat!” Dean says. 

“Oh Dean, you don’t have to do that hun,” Your mother says but Dean kindly puts his hand up. “I insist.”

“Well, okay. Thank you Dean.”

“Hey Dean, invite your folks and that little brother of yours. It’s been a while since I’ve seen him!” Your dad says and Dean nods with a smile. 

“I’ll do that. Give me a minute.” He says while stepping outside. 

It was quiet for a moment before your mom spoke up. “I was wrong about him honey. I’m really sorry for my doubts. He’s a good kid.”

“Hell yeah he’s a good kid. Why is he not your boyfriend yet?” Your dad asks and it makes you giggle shyly. 

“Dad,-”

“We’re friends that flirt. But I’m working on it Bobby.” Dean says while reentering the house, and you felt your cheeks flush. 

“Just don’t hurt her kid. That’s all I ask.”

“I don’t plan on it sir. Despite my reputation in this town I treat women like gold.”

“I’m not going to lie to you Dean, I was worried about you and Y/n getting so close. I’m ashamed to say I believed all the rumors but I can see differently.”

“Hey, all is okay. I don’t plan to ever hurt your daughter. I really like her, and we’re taking things slow.”

 Your heart swelled inside of your chest as you heard Dean say those words. You flirted shamelessly back and forth but you didn’t know he liked you the same way you like him. 

“Well, what did your parents say Dean?”

“They said yes. So did Sammy. We’re all going to meet up by six, is that alright?”

“6 is perfect.”

You all sat around the table at your dad's favorite restaurant. John and Mary, Sam and his girlfriend Jessica, your parents, and Dean. 

Jessica is a very sweet girl, and you found out that you had a lot in common. Maybe you found another friend besides Dean in this town. Not that you didn’t love Dean, but sometimes all a girl needed was another female to talk to for advice and it’s honestly been difficult not to have that. 

“Here’s to my best friend Bobby being a fighter, and kicking cancer's ass!” John says with his glass raised, and all of you clink your glasses together. 

“Since we’re all here, me and Jess have something to tell you all.” Sam says with a smile playing on his lips as he looks at Jess. “You want to tell them?”

“They’re your family.” She says shyly with a smile. 

Everyone was confused, but then Jess lifted her left hand and showed off her beautiful engagement ring to everyone at the table. Mary squealed in excitement and Dean and John stood up to hug Sam. 

After everyone shared hugs and congratulations, it was time to go home. “Hey sweetheart, do you want to spend the night and have a sleepover? Just to watch movies and things like that, I promise.” He reassured you and you smiled. 

“I would love to.”

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yeah i don't care..

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[zepskies]

Series Masterlist - Smoke Eater

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x F. Reader 

Summary: Dean Winchester is the cocky, but well-respected Lieutenant at Firehouse 25. He leads by example, but he’s also known to break a few hearts. He’s starting to crave something he’s never had, though. Something stable. Something real. 

That’s when he meets you, on a truly terrible day, trapped in a rickety old elevator.   

AN: "Smoke eater": a self-appointed slang term for a firefighter.

Get ready for an AU! Several SPN characters will make their appearances: Sam and John Winchester, Castiel as "Cas Novak," Ellen and Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Benny Lafitte, Gordon Walker, Meg Masters, Chuck Shurley, Nick (yes, even him), and more!

Series Tags/Warnings: (**18+ only!) There will be a lot of heart, a lot of fun, drama, heartbreak, protective Dean, and even a murder mystery. Rating for eventual smut, perilous situations, and other chapter-specific tags.

🎵 Listen While You Read: The Smoke Eater Playlist

Chapters:

Part 1 - Class and Style

Part 2 - Lieutenant Winchester

Part 3 - Got a Hold on Me

Part 4 - Rocky Road

Part 5 - Twitterpated

Part 6 - Just Casual

Part 7 - Cherry Pie & Lemon Drizzle

Part 8 - Likewise, Baby

Part 9 - Do Not Disturb

Part 10 - Toil and Trouble

Part 11 - Heart of the Home

Part 12 - All in the Family

Part 13 - Boiling Point

Part 14 - Message in a Bottle

Part 15 - The Good Part

Part 16 - Break Down the Gates

Part 17 - The Real Deal

Part 18 - V for Vendetta

Part 19 - Sacrifice

Epilogue - Easy as Pie

Series Complete!

Bonus One-Shots:

Something Real** - COMING SOON! Now that you and Dean are officially engaged, you take some much needed time off together for a family vacation. But even with the wedding set for next year, the two of you are still at odds when it comes to one key part of your future together…

🎙️ Podfic:

Listen to Part 1 in podfic form!

(Cover image and narration by @talltalesandbedtimestories)

Or listen to the official Idling in the Impala episode on YouTube:

Ko-Fi Me ☕

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

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Comment below if you'd like to be tagged in this series!

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Supernatural Series Rewrite Masterlist by @dianawinchester03

In this rewrite of CW's hit TV Show 'Supernatural'.

Y/N L/N is a longtime friend of the notorious Winchester Brothers, coming from a long line of hunters herself. Growing up with them, their fathers had a goal of avenging their wives deaths. Currently on her own hunting, much to her own fathers demise, she gets a call from her childhood crush, Dean Winchester. Notifying her of his fathers disappearance, will she join the brothers on the hunt to find their father? And will she resolve her relationship with her own?

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Season One (ongoing)

Prologue - Enter Y/N L/N

Season 1, Episode 1 - Pilot

Season 1, Episode 2 - Wendigo

Season 1, Episode 3 - Dead in Water

Season 1, Episode 4 - Phantom Traveler

Season 1, Episode 5 - Bloody Mary

Season 1, Episode 6 - Skin

Season 1, Episode 7 - Hook Man

Season 1, Episode 8 - Bugs

Season 1, Episode 9 - Home

Season 1, Episode 10 - Asylum

Season 1, Episode 11 - Scarecrow

Season 1, Episode 12 - Faith

Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666

Season 1, Episode 14 - Nightmare

Season 1, Episode 15 - The Benders

Season 1, Episode 16 - Shadow

Season 1, Episode 17 - Hell House

Season 1, Episode 18 - Something Wicked

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Also available on:

📖; ao3

📖; wattpad

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Authors Note: I finally learnt how to do a Masterlist! Hallelujah now life will be easier for you guys. Hope you check out my book and enjoy🫶I’ll update the list after each chapter release

Xoxo

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[lostgirl677]

They didn't destroy you

One-shot

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

Summary: After Dean escaped Hell, he's still traumatized and Y/N helps him through it.

A/N: It takes place at the beginning of season 4

A terrifying scream tore through the night, waking me up with a start and making my heart beat faster. Even in my hazy state, I already knew who it was. I tried to open my tired eyes completely, then jumped out of bed to quickly get up and ran to his bed. The sight broke my heart. Dean, the fearless hunter and one of the bravest men I knew, lying here, shivering. Dean was drenched in sweat and tears, and he was all tangled in his bedsheets. I knew he was having a nightmare again. I slowly approached his bedside. “Dean”, I called softly while shaking his shoulder but he fought back. “Dean, wake up,” I said again as I kept shaking him. His eyes suddenly shot open and his body jolted as he sat up on the bed. His hands gripped my shoulders, making me jump back. He looked at me, completely panicked and his breathing was seriously labored. I could almost hear his heart beating.

“Dean, it’s okay. You are fine. You are awake, it’s over.” I attempted as I wiped his tears and reassuringly caressed his arms. “Y/N?” he asked, a bit stunned, with a clear relief in his voice. I smiled a bit at him and answered “Yeah, it’s me.” He looked anxiously around us and realization seemed to strike him and he suddenly released his grip on my shoulders. But it was to immediately wrap his arms around my belly. My heart literally skipped a beat at his gesture and goosebumps formed all over my skin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I hope I didn’t hurt you.” he said with a raspy voice as he buried his face in my shirt. I melted in his tender embrace and hugged him back while caressing his hair gently. I could feel his tears soaking my shirt. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” I assured him softly. His embrace slowly became tighter and tighter with each of my words, and his sobs grew louder. My heart shattered in a thousand pieces at the sight of this broken man. The man I loved more than anything. Dean would normally never let me see this part of him. But that night showed me how broken he really was.

For a moment, it was like we were apart from the world around us. It was just him and I, with his uncontrollable sobs for background noise. The worst was that I couldn’t possibly console him. Not after what he’s been through in Hell. Nothing could ease such trauma and pain. So, instead of talking, I just kept caressing his hair. But suddenly, I felt Dean removing his head from my shirt and I immediately looked at him, concerned. His eyes were red and puffy from crying and his cheeks were tearstained. Gently, my hand made its way to his face to wipe the stray tears, and he leaned his head on my hand. And he just looked at me, his eyes piercing through my soul. Silent tears were still escaping his eyes. He kept staring at me, in silence, as the tears still escaped his eyes. His eyes had lost their youthful shine. The only thing making them shine, now, was the tears.

Then, he opened his mouth and broke the silence. “Back there.” he said, gulping. “Back there, I yelled your name endlessly. Till my throat hurt, till I lost my voice.” he added, as his voice broke a little. I felt my eyes pricking a bit at his words. And before I could say something, I heard him taking a breath. “I never stopped thinking about you. You helped me to not turn into one of them. You were my anchor to my humanity. To everything I ever believed in. They kept beating me, torturing me till my body fell apart. Just to rebuild it and to do it all over again. They kept  saying terrible things about you and Sam. That you had forgotten about me, that you never loved me. But sometimes, I was able to remember the loving gaze you always give me, all your loving words. I was so scared to become a demon and that you…” his voice completely broke this time. Tears were now falling freely on my cheeks, completely overwhelmed by what he said. Images of what he had been through were flashing in my mind, making his words even more impactful as I let my imagination take over.

Dean stretched his right hand to slowly stroke my cheek with his calleous thumb. A small smile appeared on my face. His soft side was still there, meaning they failed to destroy him. Slowly, I bent my knees to give him a gentle kiss on his rosy lips. At first a bit surprised, he kissed me back, closing his eyes as he melted in my contact. I then ended the kiss and carefully sat next to him. His hand lightly took mine and his eyes were still on me. “Dean.”, I began softly. “What you are telling me proves that the demons failed miserably. They didn’t destroy you. You are still the most loving, and the most selfless person I know.” His eyes became a bit brighter as tears appeared again. “Those fuckers are just liars. They know nothing about love. About you. About us. They don’t know all the things I did to try to get you back. They don’t know how much I love you. They are unable to fathom a love like ours. I’m going to help you through it. We’ll fight the nightmares together.” I made a pause and looked at his face. The expression of his eyes, full of love,  made my heart swell. “I love you, Y/N” was all he said. But he didn’t need to add anything else. All the unspoken words he wanted to say could be read in his eyes. And he leaned again for a soft kiss.

After that kiss, I finally got up to get him a glass of water but a gentle hand snaked around my wrist and his broken voice whispered “ Please, don’t leave me.”  I turned my head to look in his direction.I surrendered the idea of water and simply replied softly “I didn’t have the intention to.” I swiftly closed the distance between us and embraced him in my arms. After a few minutes in this position, I made a gesture to invite Dean to lay down. And we finally both laid down on the bed. Dean cried a bit longer on my chest before falling asleep. “I love you.” I mumbled as I placed a kiss on his forehead and I soon fell asleep too.

@hobby27

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[deepinsonder]

Simple Man, Dean Winchester x reader

Pairings: Dean winchester x female!reader

Warnings: Cuteness

Tags: Fluff

Summary: Dean never thought he’d be one to appricate the small touches you give him, but he loves it more than he cares to admit.

10:00 am

You were tired, not for any reason but the cold air around you. You exited you and Deans shared room, with a blanket folded on your arms and your computer.

You weren’t sure where Dean was but at least you knew Sam would be huddled at the table, researching cases to wits end. Making your way through the brick laid bunker, your feet padded on the cold concrete floors.

“Sam,” you said in a sing song voice, before you came to the library area. As you looked up, you met eyes with a tired looking Sam, you knew he wasn’t sleeping well but you also knew he took care of himself better than anyone could.

“Hey,” He said, before turning his eyes back onto the screen in front of him.

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, placing your laptop at the table across from Sam and your blanket on the chair.

“Kitchen,” Sam said, still clicking away on his computer, you sighed and made your way to the kitchen, the chills were getting to you, perhaps you should have layered up more.

As you arrived in the kitchen, you noticed a hunched over Dean staring at a book in front of him.

“Hey handsome,” you said walking up to him, he turned around and gave you the same smile he always did - the one that reminded you how lucky you are to be loved by Dean Winchester.

“Morning, Sweetheart,” Dean said, turning his body, anticipating the hug you always gave him in the mornings - Dean never thought he’d be the type of man to like being hugged but every morning when he would wake up before you, he counted the minutes until you eventually found him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

You walked up to him, and pressed your body against his, breathing in the scent as you lifted yourself by the tiptoes and held him - Dean wrapped his arms around your back and mumbled a quiet “i love you” into the nape of your neck.

“What are you up to today?” You asked, lightly pulling yourself away from him to look up into his eyes, his smile caused the lines around his eyes to crinkled as he looked down at you.

“Was waiting for you to decide,” He said, bringing his face in to kiss your lips. Your soothing hand touched his cheek as he continued to smile against your lips.

“There’s a farmers market, half an hour from here - we could go check it out?” You said, breaking away from your embracing and picking up a glass cup to get a drink of water.

“A farmers market?” Dean asked with a small groan.

“Yep,” you said with the pop of your lips, leaning your back against the kitchen counters, the cool metal pressed through the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Okay, I’ll get ready,” he said, with a nod as he began to clean up the mess he had made on the counters. You giggled at how quickly he agreed to go with you, normally you’d have to plead but today he was in a good mood you figured.

You came up beside him and placed a small kiss against his upper arm before turning around and walking toward your room.

11:00 am

You were glad you layered up because the cold air hit you like a brick. You breathe turned cold as the air froze around you. Dean opened the car door for you before opening his own and taking a seat, turning up the heater.

You took a seat and turned the radio on, blasting his favourite Led Zeppelin song. He smiled at you before turning around to back out of the garage.

“I need to get some ugly sweaters,” You said, turning your body to face Dean, bringing your you legs to cross on the seat.

“What why?” Dean asked, scrunching up his face him faux disgust.

“For Sam- he’s been working really hard, lately,” You said, taking Dean’s hand from the gear stick and onto your lap, you held his cold palms against your own, rubbing them together to warm you both up.

Dean chuckled at your remark, the thought of Sam in a stupid sweater made you both smile.

He wrapped his fingers through yours giving them a little squeeze as his smile grew, silence consumed the car as you played with his fingers. He would occasionally turn his head to look at you as you met eyes with him and smiled back.

11:45 am

You and Dean stepped out of the car, the cold air wondered around you as you made your way over to him. You took his hand in yours and huddled up close to him, to keep you both warm. You wished the scarf around your neck was thicker as you walked toward the stalls with a glint of anticipation in your eyes.

Picking up the first green and red sweater you saw, you decided it was perfect. Dean pulled out his wallet and handed the shop owner at 10 dollar bill before placing an arm around your shoulders.

“We should get some fresh eggs,” You said, leading you and Dean toward the chicken coups, where there were cartons of eggs displayed.

“Two, thanks” Dean said to the shop owner as he paid and you watched him bag the cartons.

“You look handsome today,” You said, admiring his face and furrowed eyebrows.

“I always look handsome,” He mumbled, with a coy smile playing on his lips. You brought your lips to his as you kissed the smile of his face, “and you always look beautiful,” his comment made you blush - your cheeks turned more red than they already were.

“What else do you need,” You asked, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Let’s just look around,” He smiled against your forehead.

For the remainder of the market, Dean watched, lovingly, as you bought things and picked things up. He hadn’t had many perfect days but today was probably the best he’d had in a long time. He would never admit it to you but when you touched him, his hands, his face - he felt more loved than he had in a long time.

He didn’t need much to be happy but you gave him so more than you would ever know. He was a simple man, he didn’t need much but he knew he would always need you.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Princess & The Playboy Masterlist

Summary: NFL Quarterback Dean Winchester has had his eyes set on Y/N Y/L/N since their college days. Back then he didn't have a shot with her and twelve years later he has even less of one given his never ending string of girlfriends. Y/N's a classy girl and she'd never go for someone as cocky as Dean. But they share a unique source of pain and maybe he can get her to see past the flirt long enough to see the real him...

Pairing: NFL Quarterback!Dean x Pop Star!reader

Word Count: 45K

Warnings: language, angst, family trauma/loss, kidnapping

A/N: This series is complete!

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Part 1

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[blue-sadie]

Jealous Much

Imagine:

Being deans ex and having to work on a case with him and sam 'unintentionally' flirting with sam to get back at dean for breaking up with him and only after one day he had enough and dragged you into a empty room.

"Your still mine even if we broke up you got that, or do I have to leave my handprint on your ass like the last time I fucked you"

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[doctorbitchcrxft]

Phantom Traveler | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, namecalling, typical Dean and reader

Word Count: 8289

A/N: Hi guys. I've been overwhelmed with love these past few weeks. Just wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading. You guys are fucking awesome; I'm so grateful. I hope y'all enjoy this week's episode! Asks/requests/taglists are open!!!

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You were sound asleep, curled up into yourself when a knock on the door brought you out of your slumber. 

“(Y/N)?”

‘Sam.’

“I got coffee, thought you could use some,” he called through the door.

You pushed yourself up out of the bed as you yawned, and walked over to the door of your motel room to open it for Sam. 

“Dude, you realize it’s six in the morning, right?” You scratched your head as you let Sam into the room.

“You sound like my brother.”

You playfully glared at him. “Don’t compare me to him.”

“Here.” He handed you a coffee and a bag of what you assumed was a pastry.

“Thanks,” you replied, sitting on your bed with your stuff in hand. 

Sam sat on the chair across from you. “Still haven’t warmed up to Dean, huh?” 

“Well, he hasn’t exactly warmed up to me,” you reminded him, thinking of the fight you got into yesterday over his reckless driving.

“Guess that’s true,” he conceded. “It’s weird, though, you guys are so much more alike than you let on.”

“Tell that to him. He started it.” You took a big bite of your pastry.

“Seriously?” Sam laughed, “ ‘He started it’?”

You shrugged, smirking. 

He seemed to remember his original intention behind disturbing your slumber. “Hey, he found a case, though.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s up?” You licked the pastry cream off your thumb.

“We don’t know. The guy on the phone didn’t say.” Sam raised his coffee cup to his lips.

“Guy on the phone?” You took a sip of your coffee as you let Sam answer.

“Yeah. Some guy my dad and Dean worked a case for a while back’s got another one for us. He called Dean.”

“Ah—” you nodded, “—gotcha. So, where’s he live?”

“Pennsylvania,” Sam responded. 

“Okay, not too far,” you noted. “I’ll be ready in fifteen.”

***

“Thanks for making the trip so quick,” a short older man named Jerry told you and the boys. “I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean and your dad really helped me out.”

You were walking beside Sam as you followed behind the man who was having you do this job. You were being led through a warehouse past planes as well as their parts and people hard at work.

“Yeah, he told me. It was a poltergeist?” Sam asked the older man.

Someone walking in front of your group was eavesdropping on you. “Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie.”

“Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking,” Jerry stated authoritatively to the man. He turned his attention back to the conversation. “Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart.” He addressed Dean. “Tell you something, if it wasn't for you and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?” He’d turned to Sam.

“Yeah, I was. I'm— taking some time off,” Sam explained.

“Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time.”

“He did?” Knowing what you knew about Sam’s relationship with his dad, you found this surprising, too.

“Yeah, you bet he did,” Jerry nodded. “Oh, hey, you know I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?”

“He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now,” Dean lied. 

“Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam and— what’s your name again?” he asked you.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N). Even trade, huh?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that,” you laughed.

“Say, (Y/N), how’d you get wrapped up with these two?” Jerry asked.

“Oh, uh—” you began, searching for an abridged version of the truth, “—I met them on a hunt in California. They decided to drag me along with them.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. The guys are gonna need backup with this one,” Jerry said. 

“Why?” 

He did not give a direct answer to your question. “I got something I want you guys to hear.”

He led you to his office where you and Sam took the two chairs and Dean stood behind his brother.

”I listened to this. And, well, it sounded like it was up your alley,” Jerry stated, putting a CD into a drive. “Normally I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours.”

A frantic voice immediately rang out from the speaker as soon as the recording started. “Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485—” the recording cut out with a static sound, “—immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message—” and cut out again, “—May be experiencing some mechanical failure—” and then cut out one last time. The man’s voice was completely drowned out by static, whooshing, and growling sounds.

“Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south,” Jerry continued. “Now, they're saying mechanical failure. Cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board. Only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh… well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault.”

“You don't think it was?” Sam questioned him.

“No, I don't.”

“Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors,” Sam listed.

“Alright,” the man replied.

“And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?” Dean inquired.

“The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage… guys— and gal— the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance.” Jerry shook his head.

You frowned.

“No problem,” Dean declared.

You gave him a questioning look to which he shrugged off.

***

“How fucking long does it take to make a fake ID?” you groaned, falling back across the backseat of the Impala. You and Sam had found a way to isolate the EVP on Sam’s computer, having gotten a copy of the tape from Jerry.

“I don’t know,” Sam responded. “But I’m gonna lose it if it’s much longer.”

“Same here.” At that moment, Dean walked out of the Copy Jack the Impala was sitting in front of as a pretty woman walked into the store. They greeted each other before Dean walked over to you and his brother.

“Dude,” you started, “You’ve been in there forever.”

“Wah-wah,” he whined, mocking you. “You can’t rush perfection.” He held up three IDs.

“Homeland Security?” Sam questioned as he took one of the IDs. “That's pretty illegal, even for us.”

“Yeah, well, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times,” Dean pointed out as he got into the car.

“Alright, so, what do you got?” Dean asked his brother as he flicked your ID back at you. It hit you square in the side of the head. 

“Dude, really?” you hissed, aggravation clear in your tone.

“Shh,” the older Winchester hushed you as he waited for Sam to answer.

“Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder,” Sam explained.

“Yeah?”

“Listen.”

The isolated voice of what you were dealing with came through the recording scratchy and backed by demonic growling sounds. “No survivors!”

“ ’No survivors’?” Dean asked. “What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors.”

You shrugged.

Dean let out a sigh. “So, what are we thinking? A haunted flight?” 

“There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers,” Sam began.

Dean hummed in affirmation. “Or remember flight 401?”

“Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights.”

“I don’t know, guys,” you stated skeptically. “Ghost just doesn’t feel right.”

“Well, thanks for your optimism, sunshine,” Dean quipped.

“It’s not about optimism, you asshole, it’s about being right and dealing with whatever we’re up against properly,” you pushed back.

“Know-it-all,” the older Winchester replied. 

“Fuck off, Winchester.”

He let out a breath and turned his attention back to the case.“Alright, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?”

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey,” you said.

“I wasn’t talking to you, but why him?”

You glared at Dean. “Because if anybody saw something weird, he did. I talked to his mom while you were spending forever in the store. She said some pretty weird shit and told me where to find him. He was so screwed up, he checked himself into the hospital.”

***

You and the Winchesters walked beside Max Jaffey, who hobbled on a cane, through the Riverfront Psychiatric Hospital’s garden. 

“I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security,” Max told your trio.

“Right. Some new information has come up,” Dean lied. “So if you could just answer a couple questions...”

“Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything… unusual?” Sam questioned.

Max looked confused. “Like what?”

“Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices,” Dean offered. 

“No, nothing.”

Seeing as no one was getting anywhere with this investigation, you tried your hand at it. “Mr. Jaffey, you checked yourself in here, right?”

He nodded at you.

“Why?”

“Uh, I was a little stressed,” he said sarcastically. “I survived a plane crash.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded. “And that’s what scared you? That’s what screwed you up so badly?”

You could tell you were close to the answers you were after as he swallowed uncomfortably. “I— I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

“I know, but I also know you saw something up there,” you continued. “We need to know what.”

“No.” Max shook his head. “No, I was… delusional. Seeing things.”

“He was seeing things,” Dean half-mocked him.

You shot a warning glance at Dean, hoping to get him to shut up. 

“It's okay,” you coaxed. “Just tell us what you thought you saw, please.”

“There was… this—man. And, uh, he had these… eyes—these, uh, black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him...” he trailed off, stopping as he recounted the events.

“What?” Dean asked.

“He opened the emergency exit,” Max explained. “But that's— that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tons of pressure on that door.”

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, clearly confused. 

“This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage?” Sam asked.

Max quirked his head at the younger Winchester. “What are you, nuts? He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me.”

***

“I think we can rule out phantom traveler,” you noted as you got out of the car in front of the Phelps’s house. You were going to visit the wife of George Phelps, the man who opened the emergency exit. 

“Why?” Dean asked.

“You heard Jaffey. He said the dude had black eyes. Opened a fucking emergency exit on his own. ‘Black eyes’ points me to demon.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Demons?”

“I mean, it makes sense,” Sam shrugged. “He could be a demon. He might be some kind of a creature, too, in human form.”

“Does that look like a creature's lair to you?” Dean questioned as he gestured toward the house that was representative of the essence of suburban houses. From its beautiful garden to the cobblestone steps to the beige paint coating the outside of the two-story building.

Sam shrugged and began leading your trio up the steps of the house. 

Once inside, you three sat across from Mrs. Phelps on the couch while she sat in an armchair. 

Sam picked a picture of Mrs. Phelps and an older man up off of the side table. “This is your late husband?” he asked.

“Yes, that was my George.”

“And you said he was a dentist?” Dean questioned. 

She hummed in affirmation. “He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that...”

Sam asked another question. “How long were you married?”

“Thirteen years.”

You could tell Sam was contemplating how to ask his next question. “In all that time, did you ever notice anything… strange about him; anything out of the ordinary?”

She paused for a moment. “Well, uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean.”

You nodded, clicking your tongue. “I think that’s all we have for you, Mrs. Phelps. Thank you for your time.”

She showed all of you out, and you piped up as you walked down the stairs outside of the house. 

“Demon’s sounding more and more correct all the time,” you smiled, trying to joke around.

“Jesus, you’re annoying,” Dean groaned.

“And you’re a misogynistic dick that can’t handle women with brains,” you responded. 

“What, are we gonna duke this out now?” Dean stopped by the door of the car, facing you. 

You stood by the backseat’s door. “You started it,” you taunted childishly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared back at him. 

“Really?” he leered. “You’re gonna pull that card? Mature.”

“You act like you’re any better.”

“Guys—” Sam tried to cut in, but Dean continued to fight with you. 

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Wow, haven’t heard that one before,” you drawled.

“Guys! You can fight later. Wrong place, wrong time to sort this out,” Sam chastised you and Dean like you were children.

You got in the car and slammed the door behind you.

“Don’t hurt my baby ‘cause you’re pissed,” Dean scolded you as he started to pull the car away. 

“Just drive, asshole,” you grumbled in frustration as you slumped down in your seat. The rest of the car ride to the local outlet mall was silent.

***

You had never felt more confident. Despite the fact that you could have worn the one dress you already had to pose as homeland security, you decided to treat yourself to a new outfit to distract from your aggravation with Dean. 

The boys had gone to a suit shop called “Mort’s for Style,” and you went into a dress shop called “Betsy’s.” It was a cute little shop with a lot of great dress and pantsuit options.

You had picked out a navy blue pantsuit. You wore a white button-up underneath the blazer with the top two buttons undone to accentuate your breasts. The blazer was unbuttoned, and the high-waisted, straight-legged pants you wore matched the black color of your blazer. With the white button-up tucked into your pants and the small amount of makeup you threw on to draw attention to your eyes and lips, you felt good. 

Once you had paid for your clothing, you walked out of the shop and back to the Impala. Surprisingly, the boys were not there waiting for you. 

You leaned your back against the car, picking out the grit from under your nails.

You looked up when you heard Dean’s voice. “Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers.” 

Both of the boys were dressed in sharp, black suits. You almost lost your breath at the sight of Dean, but fought yourself to keep your composure. You would not give him the satisfaction of knowing you found him attractive. 

“No, you don't,” Sam told him. “You look more like a seventh-grader at his first dance.”

You laughed at the younger brother’s jeer. “What took you girls so long?” you asked once you got in the Impala. “I thought you two would’ve beat me out the store by a long shot.”

“Dean wouldn’t leave the dressing room,” Sam said dryly.

“Seriously?” you droned.

You and Sam both looked to Dean, who did not answer immediately. When he finally spoke, he complained, “I hate this thing.”

“Hey,” Sam stared. “You want into that warehouse or not?”

Dean rolled his eyes as he continued to drive along.

You steeled your nerves as your black, pointed-toe pumps clicked across the warehouse floor. Your trio was headed to the security guard that would allow you in to see the wreckage.

You held the clipboard you had stowed in your bag close to your chest, acting as some sort of a recorder for the boys. The three of you flashed your badges at the security guard, who nodded and allowed you into the hangar where the wreckage was being kept.

There was a large map of what the plane should look like painted onto the floor, and the parts that corresponded to the different portions of the map were laid in their proper spots. There were wires hung on fences and broken interior parts of the plane laid on tables. The most heartbreaking things for you to look at were the torn passengers’ seats because most of the people who had been in them were now dead.

You looked over at Dean, who had earbuds in and was moving a small box over the tops of the wreckage.

“What’s that?” you asked him.

“It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies.”

You got closer to him, noticing what the object appeared to be. “I know what an EMF meter is; I’m not stupid. But why does that one look like a busted-up walkman?”

“ 'Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade,” he grinned.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you quipped. 

His grin disappeared. “Bitch.”

“Dick.”

You once again fought the pain in your chest when he called you a bitch. In all honesty, you thought his homemade EMF meter was cute. However, you were too far gone in your war with him to surrender now.

Dean ran the Walkman over a piece of the wreckage with black spores and yellow dust on it. You could hear the faint sound of a spike on the meter through Dean’s headphones.

“Check out the emergency door handle,” Dean called to Sam. 

Sam came over to where you and Dean stood as the older brother scratched at the dust to get some on his hand.

“What is this stuff?” Dean asked.

One way to find out.” You saw the younger of the two brothers start scraping some of the dust into a small bag.

“We need to go,” you told the boys. You weren’t sure what told you that, but you just suddenly felt unsettled. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at attention, and every muscle in your body tensed. You started off toward the exit in the back of the warehouse. 

“Wait, (Y/N), what if we’re missin’ something?” Dean questioned, clearly aggravated you were ready to ditch already.

“Too bad, we gotta go.” You kept walking toward the exit, making it out of the door and around the backside of the building. 

At that moment, an alarm started blaring through the area surrounding the warehouse.

You turned around to look at the boys as you gloated, “I’m not gonna say, ‘I told you so’!“ Not bothering to rip your shoes off of your feet, you took off running to the gated exit. 

Sam and Dean were quick to follow you and soon passed you up. The older brother took off his suit jacket and threw it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence. You did the same with your blazer. After quickly taking off your pumps to avoid hurting yourself when you jumped from the top of the gate, you threw yourself over the fence. The other two did the same.

Sam grabbed your blazer that you were too small to reach from the top of the fence as Dean found it within himself to remark, “Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.”

You ran after the two boys, heels and blazer in hand as the jagged rocks in the cement cut into your feet. As soon as you shut the door to the car, Dean slammed on the gas pedal.

He tore out of the warehouse’s parking lot, speeding down the road to head toward Jerry’s workplace. 

"(Y/N),” Sam started, turning in his seat to face you with a curious expression on his face, “how did you know that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. My intuition’s just always been pretty sharp.” You were being honest; there had been a few times on hunts previously when you’d known it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

“Hm.” You could tell Dean still didn’t trust you.

“Dude, I don’t know what else to tell you. That’s the truth,” you countered. “I’ve been helping you guys with your dad for almost two months now, and you still don’t trust me. I don’t know what more to do for you.”

“Maybe because I don’t know you,” he responded, never taking his eyes off the road. 

“Maybe if you tried to know me, you’d find it a little easier to trust me,” you answered.

“Not interested,” came Dean’s grumbled response.

You tried your best to ignore the pang that went through your chest once more. “Of course not.”

***

You refused to speak to or even look at Dean; your frustration with the fact that he had no desire to know you and his general existence boiling to the surface. You could feel his stare burning into the side of your head as you focused on Jerry, who sat in front of you. He was looking through a microscope on his desk at the yellow dust Sam had collected.

“Huh,” Jerry remarked. “This stuff is covered in sulfur.”

“You're sure?” Sam asked.

“Take a look for yourself,” Jerry offered, getting up from behind the desk so Sam could take his place. 

Banging sounds along with a string of curse words caught your ear as Jerry sighed. 

“If you guys will excuse me, I have an idiot to fire,” he dryly stated, walking out of the office.

You got up from the chair you were sitting in next to Dean. “See?” you started excitedly, gesturing toward the sulfur, “Demons.”

“That would explain how one guy had the strength to open up the emergency exit,” Sam added.

“This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire airplane?” Dean put his hands on his hips as he stood. “You ever heard of something like this before?” 

Sam looked over at his brother, who responded, “Never.”

“Well, I have,” you said simply.

They both looked to you to continue.

“In NYC a couple years back. Some cabbies had gotten possessed and were takin’ girls left and right.”

“Those were demons?” Sam asked, standing up from behind Jerry’s desk. “That was a huge deal on the news while I was at Stanford. Police thought it was a serial killer. You took ‘em on all by yourself?”

“I’m a big girl, Sam,” you chuckled. “I can handle a few demons. But, yeah, that was me. That was probably the toughest case I’ve ever been on. Finding where those demons had taken those girls after they drugged them in the cabs... where they were raped and murdered...” You shook your head, your cheery expression gone. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Sam told you gently. 

Your eyes were glued to the floor, hands on your hips with not a bit of life in your voice as you muttered, “All in a day’s work.”

Sam had asked you to tell him and Dean everything you knew about demons once you got back to the Winchesters’ motel room. Sam sat at the table close to the window while Dean sat on the bed closest to his brother. You stood in front of the two as you spoke.

“Demons exist in every religion in every world culture. With the ones that I was dealing with up in New York, they were most similar to Incubi from early Christian religion. Incubi raped sleeping girls. These demons drugged the girls to put them to sleep, then they raped them, and then they murdered them. What I’m thinking for these demons is that they’re most similar to certain Japanese demons. I had to look into these when I was trying to figure out how to kill the NYC demons. The Japanese believe demons cause certain disasters, whether it be natural or man-made. Some cause earthquakes, others cause disease—”

“And this one causes plane crashes?” Dean deadpanned, cutting you off.

You ignored him. “Demons are having to find new ways to ratchet up the body count. Like with me in New York, Incubi can’t go about their old methods anymore. This demon probably evolved with the times like the Incubi did, and so it figured plane crashes were the best way to get its job done.”

Dean snorted, getting up from. the bed and turning away from you and his brother.

“What?” Sam asked.

He turned around, scratching the back of his neck. “I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons, they don't want anything, just death, and destruction for its own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here.”

“Yeah. Me too,” the younger Winchester admitted.

Dean’s phone rang, and he answered it. “Hello?... Oh, hey, Jerry… Wha— Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?... Where'd this happen?... I'll try to ignore the irony in that… Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon.”

He hung up the phone. 

“Another crash?” Sam questioned, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah. Let's go.”

“Where?”

“Nazareth.” 

‘Ah, there’s the irony.’

***

After leaving the horrendous scene of Chuck’s plane crash, you and the boys went back to Jerry’s office. Once again, Jerry confirmed that the dust you had taken from the steering wheel of Chuck’s plane was, in fact, sulfur. 

“Well, that's great,” Dean sassed. “Alright, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.”

“If that's the case, that would be the good news,” you chimed in. You looked up to the sky, addressing the pilot. “No offense, Chuck.”

“What's the bad news?” Jerry asked you.

“Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into the flight, just like 2485,” you informed the older man.

“Forty minutes?” Chuck inquired. “What does that mean?”

“It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death,” Dean said.

“I went back, and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in,” Sam explained.

"Any survivors?” the older Winchester questioned his brother.

“No. Or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason.” Sam turned to you after thinking for a moment. “On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?”

“ ‘No survivors,’ “ you realized. “It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job.”

Dean drove the Impala down an empty highway. 

Sam was on the phone with one of the survivors from the plane crash, the conversation almost over. “Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, And if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks.” He hung up the phone. “All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon.”

“That leaves the flight attendant, Amanda Walker,” you commented.

“Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight P.M. It's her first night back on the job,” Sam told you and his brother. 

“That sounds like just our luck,” Dean grumbled.

“Dean, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel,” Sam said worriedly.

“Call Amanda's cellphone again, see if we can't head her off at the pass,” Dean tried.

“I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off.”

“God, we're never gonna make it,” you shook your head, leaning back in the seat as you scrubbed a hand through your hair.

“We'll make it,” the older brother countered, slamming his foot on the gas. 

Somehow, someway, Dean had managed to get to the airport at ten minutes to seven. 

You jumped up out of the car, taking your gun out of your pants and stashing it under the backseat.

“What are you doing?” 

You still did not feel like talking to Dean but answered him shortly nonetheless. “We’re going into an airport.”

Dean finally caught onto what you meant and took all of his weapons off of him, too. “I feel naked.”

You fought the smile threatening to creep up your face.

You rushed into the airport just behind the boys, squeezing your way through the crowd of people to get to the departure board.

“Right there,” Sam pointed out. “They're boarding in thirty minutes.”

“Okay. We still have some cards to play,” Dean paused, thinking for a moment.  “We need to find a phone.” 

He found a courtesy phonw on the wall, picking it up. “Hi. Gate thirteen… I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, um… flight 4-2-4.”

He waited impatiently for Amanda to pick up the phone. When she finally did, he began speaking again.

“Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here… Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so—” His face fell, his eyes widening a touch. “You what?... Uh, well… there must be some mistake—”

Sam went around his brother to try to get a closer listen. 

After a longer pause, Dean let out a sigh of relief and smiled. “...Guilty as charged… He's really sorry… Yeah, but… he really needs to see you tonight, so—... Don't be like that. Come on. The guy's a mess. Really. It's pathetic… Oh, yeah… No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!” Dean slammed the phone back onto the receiver. “Damn it! So close.”

"Alright, time for plan B. We're getting on that plane,” you stated firmly.

“Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second.” For the first time since you met him, Dean looked scared.

“Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash,” Sam argued.

“I know.” He looked conflicted.

“Okay. So we're getting on the plane, we need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and (Y/N) get whatever you can out of the trunk. Whatever that will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

Dean looked at Sam blankly, evidently a little anxious.

“Are you okay?” the younger Winchester asked.

Dean hesitated. “No, not really.”

“What? What's wrong?”

“Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh...”

“Flying?” you cut in.

“It's never really been an issue until now,” he told you.

“You're joking, right?” Sam huffed.

“Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?” he spat.

For the first time since you met him, you didn’t feel like mocking him about his fear of planes.

“Okay, then (Y/N) and I’ll go,” Sam proposed.

Dean shook his head. “What?”

“We’ll handle this one.”

“What are you, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane's gonna crash.”

“Dean, we can do it together, or I can do this one with (Y/N). I'm not seeing a third option, here.”

Dean scratched his head. “Come on! Really? Man...”

Dean walked much faster than you did toward the car to get supplies, clearly trying to leave you in his dust.

“Would you slow down a bit, please?” you asked.

“Why should I?”

“Because even if you get to the car before me, you’re not gonna have a fucking clue what to use to deal with a demon,” you reminded him, your words a bit more venomous than need-be.

He stopped, turning to face you. “Are you calling me stupid?”

“No,” you told him. You truly weren’t.

“Definitely sounds like you are.”

You walked past him to the trunk of the Impala. “I wasn’t, I’m simply pointing out the fact that I’m the one who knows how to deal with demons, and you don’t.”

“There you go again. Acting like you know so much better than I do.” His attitude was truly exhausting.

Your voice rose as you defended yourself. “Because I do! In this case, at least!”

“But it’s not just this one time that you acted like you’re better than me,” he argued. “Do you realize how frustrating it is to deal with your smart ass?”

“Do you realize how frustrating it is to deal with yours?” you threw back. You sighed, putting aside your anger for now. “Look, we don’t have time to talk about this.” You shoved holy water, a rosary, and the EMF Walkman into Dean’s hands. “Now, let’s go.” 

You shoved past Dean and headed back to the airport.

***

You sat between Sam and Dean, completely at ease. Dean, however, was losing his mind.

"Just try to relax,” Sam whispered from the window seat 

Dean’s voice came back harder and slightly louder. “Just try to shut up.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby,” you scolded playfully.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Dean clapped back using the same tone with you that he had with Sam. He took in a sharp breath when the plane began moving a second later.

You gathered your courage and grabbed his hand. He jerked away from you and looked at you in surprise. When the plane took off, though, his hand rejoined yours, squeezing tightly. You giggled to yourself.

“I’m so glad this is funny to you,” Dean hissed.

“It’s not,” you answered simply.

“Then why are you laughing?” His grip tightened once again.

“It’s just,” you considered your next words carefully. “It’s kind of cute, that’s all.”

Dean was caught off-guard by your response. He eyed you quizzically, unsure of what to say. You just shrugged, settling the back of your head against your seat with your hand still in Dean’s. It was much larger than yours, and you fought the urge to run your fingers along the calloused ridges. 

Moments passed in a bit of an uncomfortable silence before Dean spoke again, not a trace of bite in his tone. “Why are you doing this?”

You rolled your head toward him. “Everybody’s scared of something,” you quietly replied. “It helps me to know I’m helping you. Even if you do hate my guts.”

“I don’t hate your guts.” He spoke so softly you almost couldn’t hear him.

“Pfft, could’ve fooled me,” you answered. 

“You just…” he started, “...get on my nerves. ‘S all.”

You giggled. 

A few minutes later when the plane had fully gotten up in the air, you heard the familiar sound of a song you had heard many times before in the Impala coming from the man next to you. 

“You're humming Metallica?” Sam asked Dean monotonously.

“Calms me down,” the older brother replied. 

“ ‘Some Kind of Monster’? Really?“ You raised a brow at him.

Dean did not respond to you.

“Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? But you got to stay focused,” the younger Winchester reminded his brother.

“Yup,” you chimed in. “We only have thirty-two minutes to track the bitch down and full-on exorcise it.” 

“Yeah, on a crowded plane,” Dean commented. “That's gonna be easy.��

“Just take it one step at a time, alright?” Sam said calmly. “Now, who is it possessing?” 

“It's usually gonna be somebody with some sort of weakness, you know, a chink in the armor that the demon can worm through. Somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress,” Dean stated.

“Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her, I'd be pretty messed up,” Sam told Dean, who hummed in response.

Dean sat up stiffly, his body still tense as he turned to the blonde flight attendant walking past.

“Excuse me. Are you Amanda?” he asked her.

“No, I'm not,” she answered with a smile.

"Oh, my mistake.”

The flight attendant hummed in agreement.

He peered into the back of the plane, finding the other blonde flight attendant. “All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state.”

“What if she's already possessed, genius?” Sam asked.

“There's ways to test that,” Dean responded, pulling the holy water out of his jacket. “I brought holy water.”

“Correction, I brought holy water—” you leaned forward, gently taking the bottle, “—And that’s for when we try to exorcise the demon. She’ll flinch at the name of god if she’s possessed.”

“Yeah, I know that,” Dean replied, getting up from his chair. You could tell he had not. You already missed the feeling of his hand in yours.

He turned to go, but you stopped him.

“Dean!” you whispered.

“What?” The annoyance in Dean’s voice was back. 

“Say it in Latin.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Then what is it?” you smirked, quirking a brow.

“ ‘Christo!’ I’m not an idiot!” he hissed back. Dean turned away from you and headed to the back of the plane. 

You slumped down in your seat, closing your eyes as the copilot began speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first officer speaking...” you tuned out the rest of his message.

A few minutes went by before the older brother returned.

“Alright, well, she's got to be the most well-adjusted person on the planet,” he sighed as he flopped back into his seat.

“You said ‘Christo’?” Sam asked.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her.” 

“So, if it's on the plane, it can be anyone. Anywhere,” Sam explained.

The plane shook, causing Dean to tense up. He grabbed your hand once more. “Come on!” he whined. “That can't be normal!”

“Hey, hey, it's just turbulence,” you coaxed.

“Sweetheart, this plane is going to crash, okay? So quit treating me like I'm fucking four.” He went to drop your hand, but you tightened your grip.

“Okay,” you started, changing tactics. Your tone became harsh. “You need to calm down.”

“Well, I'm sorry, I can't,” Dean sassed.

“You didn’t want to be treated like you’re four, so stop acting like it,” you commanded. “Be a man, Winchester. If you’re a basketcase, you’re wide open to possession. Get your shit together. Right now.”

Dean took a deep breath.

You smiled. “Great. Onto the Rituale Romanum.”

“The what?” Sam and Dean asked in unison.

“The exorcism ritual,” you elaborated. “It's two parts. The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest, which actually makes it more powerful.”

“More powerful?” Dean questioned, his voice strained and eyes wide.

“Yup.”

“How?” He was starting to get panicky again.

“It’d just be able to wreak havoc on its own without a vessel,” you informed.

“Oh. And why is that a good thing?”

“ 'Cause the second part of that sends the bitch back to hell once and for all.”

“First things first, we got to find it.”

“There ya go,” you chuckled.

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled, getting up from his chair with the EMF Walkman.

You and Sam let him walk down the aisle by himself for a few minutes before the two of you got up to go talk to him.

You tapped his shoulder.

“Ah!” Dean jumped back, wheeling around to face you. “Don’t do that!”

“Anything?” Sam asked.

The older brother shook his head. “No, nothing. How much time we got?” 

“Fifteen minutes,” Sam told you and his brother. “Maybe we missed somebody.” 

“Maybe the thing's just not on the plane,” Dean shrugged.

“No way. Dean, it’s gonna be here,” you protested. Just as you spoke, the EMF meter spiked. 

You looked up to see the copilot coming out of the bathroom.

“What?” Sam asked. “What is it?”

You stared at the copilot. “Christo.”

The man’s head slowly turned toward you and the boys, his eyes black.

You wheeled around to face Sam. “We gotta talk to Amanda.”

“She's not gonna believe this,” Sam contested.

“You’re probably right, but we only got twelve minutes,” you reminded the younger brother. You walked ahead of the boys into the concessions area where Amanda busied herself.

“Oh, hi. Flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope,” she smiled politely, clearly caught off-guard by your presence.

“Actually—” Dean began, “—that's kind of what we need to talk to you about.”

Sam closed the curtains behind you as Amanda answered Dean. “Um, okay. What can I do for you?”

“Alright, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have time for the whole ‘the truth is out there’ speech right now,” Dean rushed out.

She looked confused but kept her smile painted on her face.

“Alright, look, we know you were on flight 2485,” Sam continued for Dean.

Her grin disappeared. “Who are you guys?”

Sam ignored her question. “Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure.”

“We need your help because we need to stop it from happening again. Here. Now,” the older brother told her.

“I'm sorry—” she started, attempting to move past you, “I— I'm very busy. I have to go back—”

“Chuck Lambert’s dead, Amanda,” you cut in, effectively stopping her from leaving. “The pilot from 2485.”

“Wait. What?” She turned to face you, her eyebrows furrowed. “Chuck is dead?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “He died in a plane crash. That’s the second plane crash in two months. Doesn’t that strike you as weird?”

She shook her head in complete disbelief.

“Look, there was something wrong with 2485,” Sam added. “Now maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't. But there's something wrong with this flight, too.”

Dean made a last attempt to drive the point home. “Amanda, you have to believe us.”

The blonde looked to the ground. “On… on 2485, there was this man. He… had these eyes.”

“Black eyes?” you asked.

She nodded.

“That’s exactly what we’re talking about,” Sam clarified.

“I don't understand, what are you asking me to do?”

Dean answered before you got the chance to. “Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here.”

Amanda looked between the three of you, confused. “Why? What does he have to do with anything?”

“Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him. Okay?”

“How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot—” You could practically see her mind running a mile a minute. 

Even Sam was getting impatient. “Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit.”

“Do you know that I could lose my job if you—”

“Babe, you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't go get him right now,” you remarked.

She looked at you and nodded, turning to leave for the cockpit.

As soon as Amanda made it out of the curtains, you fished the holy water out of your hoodie’s pocket, moving to press your back against the wall next to the closed blue curtains.

A few moments later, you heard the copilot say to Amanda, “Yeah, what's the problem?” Just outside the curtains. As soon as the demon ducked into the small room, Dean punched him in the face. He then shoved the demon to the ground and slapped duct tape over his mouth. 

“Wait,” Amanda protested as you got down on the ground beside Dean, “What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him.”

“We are gonna talk to him,” Dean replied simply as you splashed the copilot with holy water.

The demon groaned under the duct tape, his skin sizzling and burning holes through his shirt.

“Oh, my god. What's wrong with him?” Amanda cried.

“Look,” Sam started calmly, “We need you calm. We need you outside the curtain.”

Amanda’s breath quickened. “Well, I don't underst— I don't know—”

“Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that? Amanda?”

She gave herself a pep talk before heading outside of the curtains.

“Hurry up, Sam,” Dean groaned. “I don't know how much longer I can hold him.”

The demon went to kick the older Winchester in the back, but you dove to grab his legs.

Sam began reciting the Latin ritual written in his father’s journal. “Regna terrae, cantate Deo, psallite Domino—”

The demon kneed you in the forehead, causing you to fall back and got a few good swings at the boys in as well. You clambered on top of the copilot, sitting on his stomach with his arms pinned by his sides under your legs.

Sam continued with the ritual before the demon threw you off of him. He ripped the tape off of his mouth and turned to Sam. “I know what happened to your girlfriend! She must have died screaming! Even now, she's burning!”

You attempted to recover from getting slammed into the wall while Dean focused on attacking the demon.

Sam sat there in shock, so you grabbed the journal and tried to finish the ritual.

The demon hit Dean again, effectively getting the young man off of him and knocking Dean into you. The book fell from your hand, and the demon kicked it out into the passenger’s cabin.

A cloud of black smoke flew out from the copilot’s body and into a vent while Sam went out into the aisle to find the journal. 

Suddenly, the plane shook violently and took a nosedive. The lights in the plane flickered and you and Dean were thrown to the back wall of the concession’s area. 

You and Dean screamed as the plane went down. Dean held onto the emergency exit door for dear life as you pressed yourself into the corner opposite from the older Winchester.

Your yelps were cut off when the plane leveled out following a surge of electricity coursing through the aircraft. You assumed Sam was able to finish the ritual and the pilot was able to regain control of the plane. 

You shakily stood up from the ground and dusted yourself off, tugging on the sleeves of your large hoodie.

You stepped out into the passenger’s cabin, heading to Sam as people began asking their neighbors if they were okay.

You wrapped Sam in a short, tight hug as you thanked him for keeping his head level enough to finish the ritual and trying to comfort him after what the demon had said. When you had made your way back to your seats, a slight rumble went through the aircraft. Dean grabbed your hand once again, and kept it there for the rest of the flight. A small smile tugged at your lips. 

After landing back at your original airport, you stood beside Sam and Dean as you watched the swarms of EMTs, FBI agents, and FAA agents go from person to person. They questioned or looked over each one, and your focus bounced between them.

You found Amanda in the crowd talking to an FBI agent, and she turned to the side to mouth “thank you” to you and the Winchesters.

“Let's get out of here,” Dean said firmly.

You began to head to the exit when Dean asked Sam, “You okay?”

You turned back to Sam, who reminded you and his brother, “Dean, it knew about Jessica.”

“Sam, these things, they, they read minds. They lie. Alright? That's all it was.” The older brother attempted to brush Sam’s concerns off.

“Yeah.” The brunet didn’t sound convinced.

“Come on.”

***

The next day, you and the Winchesters visited Jerry at his workplace to give him the final mission report. Jerry showed you and the boys out and escorted you to the Impala parked outside of the warehouse. 

“Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed,” he acknowledged. He shook your hand before turning to the boys. “Your dad's gonna be real proud.”

Sam gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile. “We'll see you around, Jerry.”

You turned to the car, as did Dean before he turned back to the older man. 

“You know, Jerry—" he began.

“Yeah.”

“I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway?” the young man continued. “I've only had it for like six months.”

“Your dad gave it to me,” Jerry explained simply.

“What?” Sam exclaimed in shock.

“When did you talk to him?” Dean questioned.

“I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you a call.” He took a pause. “Thanks again, guys— and gal,” he grinned.

“Bye, Jerry!” you called after him as he headed off.

“This doesn't make any sense, man. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service,” Sam told his brother.

Dean dials what you assumed was his father’s number. However, instead of the out-of-service message Sam had described, a voicemail began to play.

The two boys leaned into the phone so they could hear it better.

You leaned over Sam’s shoulder, the voice hard to hear, but you were still able to make out the words. “This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.”

Sam fumed, shaking his head in frustration as he got in the car. He slammed the door behind him. You looked over to Dean, who did not meet your gaze. He got in the car following his brother. You took one last look at the setting sun as a plane flew over your head. 

“I fuckin’ hate flying,” you muttered.

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Night Falls: Chapter 24 - Epilogue

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 1,189

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A/N: Whose crying???

I first published the prologue to Night Falls on March 12th 2016. Almost seven years later, and a lifetime of changes later, I'm posting the epilogue. Excuse me while I grab some tissues.

Dean stands at the alter, fiddling with the flower pinned to his lapel.

"Dude, would you stop? You're making me nervous." Sam snips and Dean's hands fall to his side with a huff.

Dean couldn't help it. It was a huge day, and his heart was pounding.

Put him in the field with a gun, no problem. Put him in a tux at an alter, there goes his composure. It didn't help that the girl in the first row was giggling at him. He just glares at her before trying to regain his composure.

The doors in the back of the room open and the music changes as the bridal party begins walking in. There's only five of them so it doesn't take long before the crowd stands and turns their attention to the back. The music shift again, soft and slow, as the doors open wide.

With her father by her side, the bride slowly makes her way down the aisle, smiling at those she passes on the way.

She looks absolutely beautiful with a free-flowing dress that trails behind her and a smile that could brighten up the darkest room.

Dean looks next to him, taking in his awestruck brother watch as Jess approached them at the alter. His heart swells as the two join hands, and there's a small ache that wishes his parents could be here to watch their youngest son start the best chapter of his life.

He looks back to the girl in the first row, tears in her Y/E/C eyes as she watches the couple step onto the alter together. She catches Dean's gaze and he shoots her a wink, causing her to duck her head as she stifles back a smile.

He loves that even after two years he can still make her bashful like that.

After the ceremony and way too many pictures for Dean's liking, he pushes his way through the cocktail hour until he finds what he's looking for -- Y/N standing at a high top table with a glass of champagne in her hand as she chats with one of Sam's friends.

"Mind if I steal her a moment?" Dean interrupts, not missing the look of disappoint as the man realizes the woman he had been chatting with wasn't single.

Dean grabs Y/N by the hand and leads her out to a quiet hallway, pulling her into him as he kisses her.

"You look beautiful," he breaks away, taking her in again. Your Y/H/C was curled over your shoulders and the emerald gown you were wearing hugged you perfectly. You smirk up at him.

"But you knew that already, didn't you?" He gleams down at her as she rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders.

God he fucking loved her.

After that night in Y/N's apartment, Dean started coming by nightly to help her around the apartment as she healed. After living with her for two months prior, he missed her presence, and it wasn't long before he started spending the night, protecting her against the newest threat; her nightmares.

Together they healed, both physically and she from her PTSD and he from his decades of of guilt and desire to avenge his mother. It took them a few months and a lot of therapy, but they eventually got there.

Two months after being released from the hospital, Dean was reinstated back at work. Bobby kept him at his desk for another two months before he finally gave him his gun back and allowed him to get back into the field.

By the end of the year, Dean no longer felt the pull he did to the Organized Crime unit, and with Bobby's blessing, transferred to White Collar crime. The job was less demanding and the hours were better, which were a plus now that he had something to come home to besides a fish. He was still making a difference but in a way that he himself chose. Probably one of the first choices that wasn't driven by his mother's death in a good decade.

After the new year, Dean asked Y/N to move in with him, and the two found an apartment together where they could build their own memories. And it was there where Dean was planning to ask Y/N to marry him once all the wedding festivities were over, not wanting to upstage Sam and Jess' big moment.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Y/N wraps her arms behind Dean's neck, careful not to spill her champagne down his tux as she presses into him.

"Just thinking how I'm the luckiest bastard here," his arms wrap around her waist.

"I think Sam would disagree with that," she quirks an eyebrow.

"Well I don't really give a damn what Sam would think right now," he mumbles as he leans in and captures her lips again. She smiles against him as she deepens the kiss before pulling away.

The crowd is then called in for the reception, and Dean holds Y/N tight to his side as they watch Sam and Jess share their first dance.

After the crowd claps, the DJ invites all couples to the dance floor. Y/N grabs Dean's hand and pulls him out while he groans behind her.

"What?" Y/N smirks as the notes of the song begin. "My big, bad FBI agent afraid to dance?" She teases as he takes her hand in his and wraps the other around her waist.

When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we'll see

"More like I don't want to show my brother up at his own wedding." He quips with that gleaming smile of his. Y/N snorts and Dean just shakes his head at her with a smile as they sway to the music.

So darlin', darlin', stand by me Oh, stand by me Oh, stand Stand by me, stand by me

Dean spins Y/N out and gives her a twirl before pulling her back into him, right where she belongs.

If the sky that we look upon Should tumble and fall Or the mountains should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No I won't shed a tear

The lights flash over them and Y/N looks up at Dean, his green eyes shining with happiness.

"What?" He questions her this time. She just smiles.

"I love you, Agent Winchester." His heart flutters and he swallows hard.

He tries not to think of all the awful things that lead him here. How he probably would never have crossed paths with Y/N if his life hadn't gone the way it did and she hadn't been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But there was no changing what had happened, no going back in time, and he came out of it all with Y/N by his side, and he was grateful that if he had to experience everything he had, at least she was standing by him in the end.

Oh, stand by me.

THE FUCKING END.

I hope you all knew after the pain and suffering I put you through these past seven years I would give you a happy ending.

And fun fact: The title Night Falls is based on "Stand By Me" lyrics, and it just felt right working it in at the end there.

Thank you all for being apart of this amazing journey with me. It has truly been a ride and I feel so much pride in this work. This is the most built out story I have ever written in my life, and who knows, maybe one day I'll turn it into a true novel.

Once more, thank you all for sticking with me after I disappeared 5 years ago. It was truly awful how I left everyone hanging and I'm glad for the reader's I can put this baby to bed.

Until next time

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Night Falls

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Dead Men Tell No Tales Masterlist

When Y/N stumbles upon the Black Gull seeking refuge, she never would have expected the green eyed pirate that saved her to become something more. 

Pairing: Pirate!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Assault, Angst, Fluff, Smut (More as series progresses) 

 Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven

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Falling In Love Slowly, And Then All At Once Part 6

Pairings: Dean AU x reader

Word Count: 2,794 

Warnings- FLUFF, mentions of chemotherapy 

After gathering an overnight bag you said goodnight to your parents, and then you went to Dean’s house. “Damn De, what’s the AC on 40 degrees?! It’s freezing.” You say as you shiver. 

His chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I like it cold when I sleep. I’ll turn it off for a little while. Go change and I’ll pick a movie for us to watch.” 

“Mmm. Okay.” You say with a yawn before retreating to the bathroom. You smiled to yourself as you looked around Dean’s place. It was neat and clean for a guy, and there weren’t dirty socks and underwear with shit stains on the floor. 

You removed your makeup and then changed into your comfy pajama shorts and tank top, then flicked the bathroom light off. You made your way back into the living room where Dean was sitting on the couch with the remote in his hand. 

You sat next to him and covered your legs with the blanket. “Is this movie okay?” You looked at the screen to see he selected your favorite movie, and a smile spread across your cheeks. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did. I remember everything you tell me.”

He pressed play and then leaned back, “C’mere.” He said softly and his eyes were shining with nothing but love. He raised his arm up and your heart swelled in your chest as you scooted closer, resting your head underneath his chin. You wrapped your arm around his middle and his thumbs drew random patterns on your arm. 

You felt his lips press against your head and you hoped to god he couldn’t feel your heart thumping against your chest.  

“We should go to the beach tomorrow. It’s going to be a hot one.” Dean says and you nod against him. 

“Yeah, I think I need to have some fun. I’ve been so stressed out lately. I can finally relax a little bit.” You say and he nods. 

 “I agree. You deserve to relax and have fun.” He pressed another soft kiss to your head and it made you smile and butterflies appear in your stomach. 

“Do you want to watch another movie? Or are you tired?” Dean asked when the movie was over. 

“I think I could go for another.” 

“Okay.” He nodded and scrolled through more, stopping at another he knew you liked making you smile. 

“De, you can pick something you want. We don’t have to watch all the ones I like.”

“I don’t mind. I like all your favorite movies too.”

You just smiled and reposition yourself against him. Halfway through the movie you snuggled closer to him and your shirt rose up a little. Dean was gently running his hand that wasn’t around you up and down your side, and he ran his hand over the skin that was now showing. You squirmed against him, and he paused his movements. 

“You alright?” He asked with a raised brow. 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You say with your eyes shut. God damn it. All you had to do was stay still, and you had to move. Now he was curious. And when Dean was curious about something he wasn’t going to give up until he figured out what it was. 

He ran his hand over the exposed skin on your side once more, and you couldn’t help but wiggle. “Stop De.” You say with clenched teeth, holding back your giggles. 

“Why, what’s the matter sweetheart? Ticklish?” He teased you as it all clicked in his mind, and his hand returned to your side. 

You snickered and grabbed at his hand, “No I’m not.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He chuckled and squeezed your side this time, and you flinched, almost falling off the couch. 

“Stop!” You say with a giggle, trying your hardest to be stern. 

“Nah, I think you need a good laugh. You need this.” Dean says with a chuckle and wrestles you onto your back, and wrestles your hands into his, effectively pinning them under his knees. 

“NO! No no no! Stop! Stop!” You screech out in between laughter, as his hands search for your most ticklish spots, which is honestly everywhere. 

“Where is the spot?” He wonders out loud, purposely teasing you as his hands move from your neck all the way down to your sides. Your sides had the strongest reaction so far, so he stayed there for a while. He squeezed the spot above your hip that was now exposed as your pajama shorts were riding lower with all your squirming, and you outright screamed.

“I think I found it.” He teased as his thumbs squeezed the same spot on both sides, and his heart swelled at the sound of your laughter echoing in his apartment. 

“STOP! DEAN PLEASE!” You manage to yell before continuing to scream in laughter. 

After a few more minutes, he finally relented. He couldn’t help but smile as your chest heaved for breath, and he brushed the hair that fell into your eyes out of the way. 

Your eyes locked, and you felt so shy underneath his gaze. He was easily the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. The way he was looking at you with so much adoration was making your heart flutter inside your chest. 

His hand slowly cupped your face, and his thumb grazed over the apple of your cheek. “You’re adorable when you blush, and when you laugh.”

You tried to look away but he gently tipped your chin up. “Your smile lights up a room, and I love all your little quirks. My stomach does a flip whenever my phone lights up with a text and it’s from you. Whenever you walk into a room I feel like a little boy again with a crush.”

“I, I uh. You don’t have to say anything. But I fell in love with you.” He breathes out and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped. 

But it was the opposite, and it began to pound against your chest. “You’re an amazing girl. You’re strong, and so smart. You're beautiful, and hilarious. You’re so kind and giving. I admire the way you love your family. I love how I find out something new about you every time we spend time together.” 

To demonstrate, he playfully poked your side and you squirm, a giggle escaping your lips. You playfully swat at him, and you both let out a quiet laugh. 

“I love you too De..” You say shyly, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. 

His face lit up, and your heart melted at the gesture. If you had any doubts how he felt about you before, you surely didn’t doubt anything now. You shyly wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and pulled him closer to you. 

“Kiss me.” You whisper with a smile and a grin grows on his face. 

“Are you sure?”

“Please kiss me Dean Winchester.”

“Yes ma’am.” He leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours. You shared slow and gentle kisses, feeling each other out. You decided to make the first move, and gently ran your tongue along his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. 

He hummed in approval before letting you gain access, and you ran your fingers through his short and soft locks. 

You ran your hands down his sides, and he flinched making you smirk against his lips. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s ticklish.”

“Shut up.” He chuckles, the tips of his ears turning pink. God, he couldn’t get any more adorable if he tried. 

When you regretfully pull away from one another, you were both looking at each other with shy but unsure smiles. “So..what does this mean for us?” You ask him. 

“Well, I don’t think we can call each other just friends that flirt anymore.”

You giggle at that, “Yeah I agree. I think from day one it’s been obvious how I feel about you. I wanted to act upon it sooner than now but..you know everything that’s been going on with my dad…” You trail off quietly. 

“I understand completely sweetheart. I think you’ve known how I’ve felt about you from the beginning as well. I didn’t mind waiting then, and I don’t mind waiting now. If you’re still not ready, I have no problem waiting some more.” 

Your heart swelled in your chest at his words. There was no doubt in your mind that he was the one for you, you didn’t want to wait any more to be with this man. 

“I don’t want to wait anymore De. I want to be with you now.”

“Are you sure sweetheart?” He asks with a smile playing on his lips. 

“Absolutely.” 

 He wrapped his arms around you tightly, and pressed continuous kisses all over your face and neck. You were giggling uncontrollably at his goofiness. 

As you were wrapped up tightly in Dean’s arms that night, you couldn’t help the huge smile on your face. Everything seemed to be going well with your dad so you could finally relax a little bit, and now Dean was your boyfriend. You couldn’t ask for anything better. Things were finally starting to turn around for you.

You couldn’t wait to spend more quality time with Dean at the beach the next day. You needed to desperately get a tan, and finally see Dean without his shirt on. That was always a bonus. 

The both of you stopped at the deli to get a couple sandwiches and some other snacks for your beach trip, and to say you went a little overboard was an understatement. 

“Dean, I don’t think we’re going to be able to eat all of this stuff.” You giggle and he looks at you in shock. 

“Baby, you know me well. But not that well. I can eat anybody out of house and home. Just wait and see.” You playfully roll your eyes and giggle. 

You laid out towels while Dean got everything set up. You were a little nervous to take off your cover up. You decided on a two piece bikini and you were hoping to god he liked what he saw.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the exact same thing. He had a few insecurities of his own. His little brother was ripped from head to toe. He didn’t have a fat stomach but he was a little pudgy. 

He just hoped that you liked what you saw and you weren’t ashamed. He hesitantly lifted his shirt over his head, and shyly turned to look at you. 

You weren’t looking at him yet because you were too busy taking off your cover up. His eyes widened at your body, damn you were sexy and beautiful. He closed his mouth so you didn’t get the wrong idea. 

You turned to look at him, and your jaw almost hit the floor but you stopped yourself. Damn, he was hotter than you could’ve ever imagined. 

“Can I just say, I have the hottest boyfriend in the world.” You say and his chest rumbled with a laugh. 

“I don’t know about that sweetheart. I don’t have a Greek god body.” He says shyly and your heart breaks at the shame in his tone. 

“You’re absolutely perfect to me De. Wow, your arms are sexy.” You say while running your hands along his biceps and he chuckled. 

“And I love your stomach. So so much.” You ran your hand over it and he flinched, biting back a laugh. “Stop it.” 

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“Well, I have the hottest girlfriend in the entire world.” He says with confidence and it was your turn to be shy. 

“Stop.” You giggle. 

“It’s the truth.” He says while wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a kiss to your lips. 

“My butt isn’t too small?” You asked him shyly and he smiled. 

“Never.” He says while giving it a playful squeeze and you yelp. 

“Rub some sunscreen on my back?” He asked and you smiled. 

“Of course.” 

As you rubbed sunscreen on his shoulders and back, you felt mischievous and ran your fingernails along his sides, and he flinched. “You better knock it off.” He chuckled.

“I’m just taking mental notes on where to get you later.” You wink playfully and he chuckled while shaking his head. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched your boyfriend. He was truly the most amazing person that’s ever walked into your life. He was so sweet and kind, he had the biggest heart and he’s been there for you through everything. 

You were both laying on your towels getting some sun, and secretly admiring one another. Mischievous thoughts entered Dean’s mind. “Sweetheart, how about a swim?” He asks you sweetly. 

“You go ahead. I want to lay out a little more.” 

You couldn’t see, but he had the biggest smirk upon his lips. He stood up, and all of a sudden a shadow appeared over you. You didn’t even have time to protest before you were hoisted up and thrown over his shoulder. “Dean! No no no! I don’t want to get my hair wet! DE!” You yell out and he cackled at your pleas. 

He ran into the water, dropping you in before jumping in after you. “You’re such a jerk!” You yell out playfully as his laughter fills the air.

As you were eating lunch he kept looking at you, and you felt shy each and every time. “What’s up?” You ask. 

“Nothing, just admiring how beautiful my girlfriend is.” His lip curled up as you looked away shyly. 

“And your back is getting a little red, what do you say we pack it up once we finish eating?”

“Yeah. Sounds good, De.”  

It turns out, your back was redder and it hurt more than you thought it would. You kept the information to yourself. Dean knew what was wrong with you though. You were squirming in the passenger seat trying to get comfortable, but it wasn’t working too well. 

“Does your back hurt honey?” He asks you with sympathy in his tone. 

You knew you couldn’t hide it from Dean. “Yeah. A little. I knew I should’ve had you put more sunscreen on me.” 

“It’s alright. I’ll rub some aloe on you when we get home.” He says sweetly. 

“Okay.” 

It hurt like a son of a bitch. “Ow, ouch damn it.” You say quietly as you attempt to shower. You turned the water as cold as you can tolerate, and it felt much better. 

When you dried off, you poked your head out of the bathroom. “Dean, turn the AC on as low as you want it.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive, I want it to be cold as fuck so I can wear a sweat shirt with no bra. My back hurts so badly.” You say while putting on underwear and sleep shorts.

He felt his heart clench at your words. He hated to hear that you were in so much pain. “I’m coming in with the aloe first. Are you decent?” He says. 

You cover your chest with your towel, “Yeah.”

He comes in and you immediately cringe. Aloe is so cold at first but then it helps so much. 

“Let me know when you’re ready.” He says sweetly. 

“I’m ready. I want to get it over with.” 

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, that’s the last thing I want to do.”

He gently rubbed the aloe along your back, and you flinched at the coldness. “Sorry.” He whispered before continuing. 

He was going as gentle as possible and you only flinched a couple of times. “There, done.” He says sweetly and hands you one of his oversized sweatshirts.

“Thank you.” You say sweetly and he smiles. 

“You’re welcome.” 

As you're enjoying the air conditioner with Dean, your phone rang. “Hey mom, what’s up?”

“Hey baby. They’re taking your father off of one of his chemo treatments. He’s extremely allergic to it and they want to keep it safe.”

“So, he’s just going to be on the two?”

“Yeah. We’re just hoping it’s not the chemo that’s actually helping him.”

You sigh softly and run your fingers through your hair. “I hope not either.” 

“I’ll keep you updated, have fun with Dean sweetie.”

“I will. Send daddy my love.”

“I will, I love you.”

“I love you too mom.”

You just sighed as you hung up and looked at Dean’s curious eyes. “They’re taking my dad off one of his chemo treatments because he’s extremely allergic. They’re just hoping it’s not the treatment that’s helping him.” You sigh sadly and Dean wraps his arm around your shoulder. 

“Let’s just hope for the best. That’s all we can do.” 

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[underground-secret]

The Hunter and the Witch ~ Dean Winchester x fem! reader

Description: y/n l/n (aka reader) has known the Winchesters ever since they helped her family start anew, away from a town that hated them for being witches. Or more specifically for y/n being a witch and accidentally causing mayhem. So when Dean comes knocking at her door asking for help she obviously complies, even if it means being stuck on the road with the man she’s secretly in love with.

Or it’s basically just y/n following the adventures of Supernatural

warnings: cannon violence, most likely poor representation of witch craft, everything written is fiction and should not be taken seriously

Prologue

Playlist

Season 1

Chapter 1: The Woman in White

Chapter 1~ Continuation

Chapter 2: Wendigo

Chapter 3: Dead In the Water

Chapter 4: Phantom Traveler

Chapter 4.5: Can you Promise Me?

Chapter 5: Bloody Mary

Chapter 6: Skin

Chapter 6.5: You’re not him

Chapter 7: Hook Man

Chapter 7.5: A fool in love

Chapter 8: Home

Chapter 8.5: Reunion

Chapter 9: Asylum

Chapter 10: Scarecrow

Chapter 10.5: Rest

Chapter 11: Faith

Chapter 12: Route 666

Chapter 13: Nightmare

Chapter 13.5: Words mean more at night

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