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Lights Out - Chapter Twenty Two

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 4158

Summary: Y/N was different from the rest; living in a quaint lakehouse, on the edge of one of the most rich and prosperous towns in America. She was surrounded with the elite, the wealthy and people who never took responsibility for their actions. Money gave them everything, while in turn, it had taken something from her. In result, she kept her distance, never wanting to get involved with high society, until one fateful night changed her life…forever.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Slow burn, mentions of sex, sex language, conflicting thoughts, swears, [spoilers] maybe an intimate moment or two? A confession here or there?

A/N: Annnnnnnnnnnnd we’re back to regular scheduled programming! Trust me when I say do what makes you happy, focus on what makes you happy. Chase your dreams, follow your passions. You have one life. I was in a situation where I as so stressed I was losing weight, feeling sick and not doing the things that I loved. Now, with hubs and friends’ support, I’m chasing my dreams!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this newest chapter!

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Y/N’s cheeks were warm as she felt the firm and broad body of the man beneath her, her frame rocking against his with each step he took thanks to the way he was carrying her upon his back. She had to prevent her breasts from grazing against him, not needing the friction that small touch would provide even though she desperately craved it.

Of course, on her walk home she was not expecting to come face to face with the green-eyed Winchester, let alone allow him to give her a piggy-back ride for the rest of her journey. She was thankful that he didn’t fight back when she refused a ride in his car, that he didn’t challenge her with question after question as she would have no idea how to answer. It wasn’t something she could explain clearly in a sentence or two, and definitely not to a man she barely knew. It was a situation that was delicate, that required her to have as much time as possible so she could delineate everything in a comfortable and trusting environment.

She was still surprised she had allowed Dean to pick her up so easily, knowing that her heart had overruled her head as soon as he had made the suggestion. There was also the feeling that he would give her no other choice in the matter, strongly believing he would have swept her off her legs and into a bridal style hold before marching her back to her house. So she relented, knowing that at least this way, he would be unable to see her bite into her bottom lip when the gentle touch of his fingers gripped tightly on her calves. It gave her the freedom to stare at the way his biceps bulged due to holding her, to not feel guilty about appreciating the scent of his cologne as it drifted into her senses , causing her mouth to water.

God fuckin’ damn.

Y/N was playing a dangerous game, but she was like a hummingbird that’d had a taste of sweet nectar, and was now unable to get the taste of it out of her head. There was something addictive about Dean Winchester; an itch she couldn’t scratch. It was almost as if there was a piece missing from the jigsaw puzzle, the small wooden shape representing the mystery this man was presenting her with. It was infuriating. Her own curiosity was slowly taking over her sense of stubborn reason, the need to delve deeper into this enigma was becoming too strong to ignore.

While being lost in her own thoughts, Y/N neglected to notice that her house was in view, the entrance gate only a few metres ahead of them. She felt a mix of relief and melancholy at the idea of her time with this man coming to an end. It surprised her, because his company was not something she expected, and now there was a part of her screaming to not allow it to end.

“This is me,” she reluctantly informed him, tapping him softly on the shoulder “You can put me down now.”

“This is your house?” Dean replied back, sounding quite surprised which only made her brow furrow.

“Yeah…why?” She returned, sliding slowly off of his back and placing her feet onto the floor. It caused her to wince slightly, the pain of her ankle plus the ache of the soles after her journey home had caused while wearing wedges.

“No reason,” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders while stuffing his hands inside of his pockets. There was more to his question, she was sure of it but she wouldn’t push him to reveal his reason. She didn’t know this man, not in the grand scheme of things, so to try and withdraw information out of him seemed a little wrong.

Y/N just hummed softly in response, before hearing a soft meow and the small tinkle of a bell. Turning to face the wall, she noticed the familiar cream and brown fluffball bounding elegantly towards her, his tail high in the air.

“Hey Oldwin,” she greeted, her hand reaching out to stroke his fur, smiling at the soft, sweet purrs that resonated from him like a quiet music box.

Yet, as she opened her mouth to speak to the feline again, she was stopped by him excitedly running past her and in the direction of her company. With a small but curious frown, she quickly turned to watch the scene unfold, her interest certainly piqued as she watched the animal affectionately nudge his head against Dean’s side.

“Hey boy,” he cooed, his large hand coming down to pet the ragdoll as he gave him a loving smile. “So this is where you spend most of your time, huh?”

Her eyes widened at that, her gaze snapping to his face as her next question came flying from her lips before she had a moment to think, “Wait…you know this cat?”

No, surely not, she thought, shocked that this small furry creature was a connection between her and Dean Winchester. After all this time of her taking care of him, wondering just who on earth he belonged to, she was astonished to even believe that he was owned by one of the most prestigious families in the valley.

“Yeah,” Dean confirmed, a small chuckle leaving him before he glanced back at Y/N, holding her gaze. “His name is Fishbait. He’s actually my friend’s cat, who I was on the way to see when I saw you. He’s been disappearing sporadically for a while…but I guess now I know why.”

“Fishbait?” She deadpanned, her tone obviously enthusiastic as she pointed to the feline that was still rubbing himself all over the man in her presence. “You’re seriously telling me that this beautiful cat is called Fishbait?”

“Hey don’t shoot the messenger,” he laughed, holding his hands up as he began to follow her up the stone path to her front door, Oldwin, or Fishbait, hot on their heels. “All I know is it was something to do with how Bobby found him as a kitten.”

“I feel like that’s a story I’ll need to hear,” she chuckled lowly, allowing her lips to curve upwards as she thought about the ridiculous tale that was going to explain the reasoning behind the ludicrous name.

“Maybe he could tell you himself at some point,” Dean offered nonchalantly, the words falling from his lips smooth like honey. To be honest, it caused her stomach to turn over a little as she slid her key into her lock. Was he already thinking of introducing her to his ‘friend’? Even when they weren’t anything but two people who had secretly slept together a few nights back?

She was so lost in her spiralling thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the silence that had fallen over them. Her front door was now open however, and as she took a step over the threshold, it was his deep resonating voice that caused her to break free of her reverie. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Y/N confirmed, leaning against the frame as she played with the small photo of her parents she had on her keyring. Upon that confirmation however, all Dean did was nod - albeit a little solemn - before he scratched the back of his neck and began to slowly turn on his heel to leave.

The next few seconds processed in slow motion as her heart screamed at her to not let him walk away, while her mind commended her for playing it safe. Still, she couldn’t deny the fact that he enticed her, that his stares warmed the coldest parts of her, that his touch ignited a fire deep within her soul that she had only ever read about in romance novels. He had chased her since finding out her identity at the fayre, took care of her ankle, didn’t question the fact she didn’t want a lift, offered himself as a form of transportation instead; maybe he wasn’t the same as the rest. But to come to that conclusion, as with an experiment, you have to do the research first. What better way to do that than to lower her guard just a little, and allow him to present his expectations?

“I have a beer or two going spare, if you like?” The words left her in a quick jumble, and she mentally slapped herself for how desperate she sounded. If she were to give herself a score on smoothness, it would be a big fat red F. Still, her question caused him to stop and fully angle his body back towards her, giving her his full attention.

“Is that your way of asking me in for a drink?” Dean replied coyly, his lips breaking out into a cheeky grin that caused her to roll her eyes in response.

“Take it or leave it,” she said with an innocent shrug, wanting to reign it in after her overly enthusiastic outburst seconds before.

Y/N turned at that point, leaving her door open as she walked into the kitchen, her heart pounding against her chest as she listened intently for his actions. And when the sound of his shoes echoed off her wooden floors, she bit into the bottom cushion of her lip, exhilaration slipping into her bloodstream. He had taken her offer. The man who had made her feel things that no-one else had was now inside of her home, and they were completely and utterly alone. No interruptions, no distractions; just them.

Placing her camera bag on her counter top, she automatically slid her feet out of her heels and let out a satisfied gasp when her soles connected with the smooth tiles beneath her. It was a welcomed relief, one that she couldn’t help but wiggle her toes at before she moved around the centre island and towards the large refrigerator in the corner. She wasted no time in retrieving two cold beers, before reaching for an opener in the side drawer next to where the large appliance stood. Her fingers had just wrapped around the metal, when that familiar deep resonating voice pulled her attention away from her task.

“These are really good,” Dean commented, causing Y/N to turn around quickly in order to see what he was looking at. Sure enough, he was admiring some of the landscape photography that she had taken through the years. The ones framed on her wall were her Grandfather’s favourites, a gift from him to remind her that her work was something to be proud of. “Who are they by?”

“Oh, thanks,” she said a little shyly, her cheeks burning due to the praise she was receiving. “They are…um…mine.”

“You took these?!” he returned, flabbergasted, his finger still in a pointing position towards the pictures.

“Is that so hard to believe?” she returned, allowing herself to smirk a little, knowing that her words mirrored the exact same phrase he had said to her when she confronted him about his first aid training. She watched how he huffed a laugh, amused at her quick wit before he quickly shook his head in response.

“No,” he confirmed, holding her gaze. There was something about it that made her believe him, an honesty behind his eyes that caused her heart to flutter once more. “What other talents have you got hidden away Y/N?”

“Now that would be telling.” With swift movements, she had opened the bottles and passed one over to Dean before motioning with her head for him to follow her.

In silence, she guided him through the rest of her kitchen and through the double set of white french doors that led to a wide open decking. Still barefoot, she walked across the wood, picked up a blanket that was neatly folded on a chair, sofly made it down the three steps that tucked themselves into the grass before finally stopping on the bank in front of the lake.

With ease, she spread the fabric across the greenery, smoothing the corners before taking a seat and patting the space next to her, the open invitation that she would like for him to join her. Dean wasted no time in taking her up on that offer, in fact he even slid off his own shoes and socks to match her, allowing his toes to be tickled by each individual soft blade that they were resting upon.

Neither of them spoke for a minute or two, both just enjoying the scenery that surrounded them. The way the sun shimmered against the water, a random ripple appearing every now and then as fish popped up to the surface to catch the insects that skated across the top. The way the afternoon bird song was in perfect harmony with the gentle wind that bustled through the surrounding trees, each branch softly clapping for an encore every time they finished. It was serene, tranquil, and perfect.

“This is incredible,” Dean admitted after a short while, his tone matching the ambience as he spoke his words lightly. “I can see why you bought this place.”

“It’s quiet, out of the way and I just find it peaceful,” Y/N admitted, bringing her beer to her lips for a quick sip before continuing. “I’ll often spend my time out here in the summer, reading a book under that willow.”

He watched as she pointed towards the tree further over to the side, that was closer to the lake but offered ample coverage to the sun. “Do you ever go out on the lake?”

“No,” she responded, feeling that familiar tug upon her heartstrings as she swallowed down her tears. Instead, she focused on the bottle on her hand, her finger running over the label as she admitted the next piece of information. “Not the strongest of swimmers so never really wanted to risk it.”

It was obvious that her tone had changed, that she had now become a little more withdrawn after his question. It wasn’t a bad one, not by any means, but it just reminded her of yet another thing she didn’t get to experience with her parents thanks to them being cruelly taken away from her. She had only just started to learn; she remembered her fathers hands on her hips as he held her against the surface of the water, encouraging her to kick as hard as she could. Yet when they passed, she didn’t have any desire to go back into the water again and by the time she had learned to cope with her grief, she felt embarrassed that she wasn’t at the same level as all the other kids that surrounded her.

“I have a feeling that you would be good at anything you put your hand to,” he spoke up gently, nudging her shoulder with his which caused her gaze to travel to his face. He offered her a sincere smile, and she appreciated it. She wasn’t sure if he knew of her torment, or whether it was clear to guess but either way, it was a move that meant a lot to her.

“Not when it comes to water,” she sighed, her lips curling slightly in an effort to return his expression, yet it didn’t meet her eyes. Not wanting to dwell on her past though, she was quick to change the subject, eager to learn more about the man sitting next to her. “But I’m guessing you enjoy a dip in the pool?”

“From time to time.” He shrugged, bringing his own drink to his mouth and taking a long sip.

Y/N shouldn’t have found it as erotic as she did, watching the way his pink lips tucked into the opening of the bottle, or how his adam’s apple bobbed every time he swallowed. The small sheen of sweat that adorned his skin wasn’t helping matters either, or the way he then rested the cool condensated glass against his forehead once he had finished drinking. Jesus, she has issues.

“You telling me that thee Dean Winchester hasn’t hosted his fair share of pool parties? Or even attended them?” She continued to question, hoping to god that her voice didn’t come across strained or squeaky.

“I have but honestly? I prefer it when it's just me,” he replied, moving to lie back onto one elbow as he angled his body to face her.

“No women? Not even Bela?” She jibed, looking down at him before she noticed how he hung his head at her words. Almost immediately, she felt guilt wash over her, her stomach churning at the thought of upsetting him after having such a pleasant time. She was about to apologise, her hand coming to her chest in preparation to reinforce how she didn’t mean to offend, when he answered.

“Not even Bela,” he sighed, and that was when she truly felt the pang of regret deep within her.

The more she spoke to Dean, the more she spent time with him, the more she was coming to realise that he was not what she had labelled him as. Of course, she couldn’t confirm indefinitely that he was one hundred percent different, but the way he had been with her, the way he wasn’t acting as though he was entitled - even though he had the right too considering his status - the way he was kind and considerate; she was firmly starting to believe that his story ran a lot deeper that she had originally suspected.

Wanting to be of comfort, Y/N mirrored his stance, lowering herself down onto one elbow to face him, her head resting on the palm of her hand. “Maybe I’m overstepping here, but if she makes you that unhappy Dean, then what is keeping you chained to this misery?” She questioned, looking him deep into his eyes. “Life’s too short to be sad, to care about what other people think.”

“You make it sound so easy,” he huffed, but not with malice. It was more like a soft chuckle that didn’t hold any reverie.

“That’s because it is,” she shot back quickly, not willing to accept his answer. “Like I said earlier, you wouldn’t let people drive your car so why give them control over your life?”

“Because my family is all I have,” he admitted, and that broke her heart a little.

It was a statement that she could get behind, that she understood. After everything that happened with her mom and dad, she always strived to achieve her grandparents' praise. Wanting them to be proud of her at every turn, never wanting to let them down as they sacrificed their time to raise her. In her eyes, she owed them, and the best way she could repay that life debt was by making sure she made something of her existence. It was her own personal promise, and one she intended to keep.

“So wouldn’t they want to see you happy?”

“Maybe my mother, but my dad? God if he knew I was here and with you–” Dean started, his eyebrows hitting his hairline due to his thoughts while her defenses immediately rose.

“-don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you’re slumming it with the likes of me.” It came out snappier than she intended, having quickly reverted to her factory settings of not allowing anyone in. That sentence alone triggered the reaction, it was one that she had heard from his type before, wanting to keep their relationship under wraps due to her ‘status’. It made her feel ill that she was deemed not ‘rich’ enough or ‘prestigious’ enough to be on the arm of the likes of them.

“Shit, no!” he panicked, his hand coming out to rest against the bare skin of her forearm. “Y/N, that’s not what I meant, I promise you.”

“Then what did you mean?” She returned, albeit a little softer this time as she believed the sincerity in his tone and his touch.

“Me and Bela? We’re not together. It’s a ruse.”

The confession caused her to go wide eyed, and she was thankful her mouth wasn’t full of alcohol at that moment as she was pretty sure she would have spat it out all over him. She was not expecting that. “Wait…what?”

Dean took a deep breath, his hand still resting on her forearm as his thumb stroked back and forth. “The night of the Lights Out party, Bela was there before everyone, introducing herself to people as my girlfriend and before I could correct her, she had done the same to my parents.”

“Wow,” Y/N scoffed. She wasn’t surprised, not in the slightest, but it was still a new low for Bela just to get what she wanted.

“My father then demanded I keep her happy and at first I thought it wouldn't be too hard, we were already sleeping together so being exclusive couldn’t have been so bad, right? I honestly thought I could make it work,” he continued, a long sigh leaving his lips before he took another sip of his beer.

“So what happened?” She pressed, curious to know, wanting to pick away at the layers of this enigma, to find the clues to the mystery of the man that lay in front of her.

“You did.”

Y/N spluttered at that, her mouth opening slightly as she stumbled over her words, “M-me?”

“The woman in the red dress that had my attention from the moment she walked into the room,” Dean continued to explain, his gaze sincere and warm as he locked on to hers. “Y/N, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you, and I had no idea who you were. I found myself attempting to get away from Bela, just so I could figure out who the hell would be so daring to wear red and a black tie event.”

“Dean…” she trailed off, feeling warm and flustered as she tried to comprehend all of the thoughts that were steamrolling through her mind. But he was unrelenting, and she couldn’t stop staring into the hypnotic pools of green as his words continued to enchant her, his touch soothing upon her skin.

“I tried to focus on Bela, got her to arrange a room downstairs and I was happy to blow off some steam. But then I found something, someone better. That was you.”

At this point, she had no words left to say. Her mouth was dry, her body trembling with anticipation as he slowly scooted ever closer to her on the blanket. The fingers that were stroking her forearm, had now travelled up passed her shoulder, and were now caressing her cheek as he continued to tell his story.

“After you ran, I ended it with Bela there and then, caused a scene at my own event because I knew I wanted you instead. I searched for you as best I could but then my dad…he stepped in and ordered me to sort myself out for the good of the name. So I came up with a plan to make an arrangement satisfactory for all parties. I’d pretend to be with Bela, while paying her a large sum of money to act along - just until my dad’s deal is done,” he admitted, and she was shocked that he was unveiling everything so easily to her. All she could do was listen. “Y/N, since that night, I haven’t been able to shake the thoughts of you, of the woman in the red dress that made me feel like no-one else has been able to.”

“You don’t know anything about me,” she whispered, not being able to trust her own voice as she leaned into his touch, his palm now fully cupping her cheek as he smiled, taking a chance to close the distance and rest his forehead against hers.

“I know that you are unlike anyone else I’ve ever met,” he confessed, and her stomach swooped hard.

He had got her hook line and sinker. Her heart was hammering its own baseline against her ribcage, her breathing was uneven as she dared to peer down at the pink lips that were so tantalising close to hers. He had just opened himself up to her, given her everything so in return, he could perhaps get one small chance to be something more. She couldn’t deny the way her body was already reacting to him, how it so easily submitted to his tiniest of touches. Was she brave enough to take this leap into the unknown?

“D-dean,” she stammered, her words breathless as her fingers came to touch his hand, needing to ground herself as she was in danger of being lost in a fantasy.

“You just told me that life is too short to not take chances,” he muttered against her lips. “So why not take one on me?”

——————————————– Chapter Twenty Three ——————————————– A/N: and we’re baaaaaack. With the smooth moves from Mr Winchester...hehehe. Tag list is open! If you want to be step into the darkness with me, then let me know HERE :)

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