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Shatter Me - Chapter Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 6068 (Yeah...sorry not sorry!)

Summary: The Winchesters were your world. After joining their hunter ranks, you quickly became attached to the brothers. After a successful hunt, you insist on going out celebrating with the boys – only for a loose end to catch up with you. You’re trapped in a world without hunger, thirst and the Winchesters. With the brothers beside themselves, they make preparations to say goodbye until Dean starts to connect to you through his dreams. Little do they know that you’re much closer than they think…

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of smut, actual smut, masturbation, oral, language, violence - i think that’s everything.

A/N: I hope you enjoy chapter 2 of this series, i’m really enjoying writing it. Please let me know what you think, feedback is my fuel so even if it’s just a like, comment or reblog, i’ll love you guys forever!

Also any mistakes are my own, please do not repost my work anywhere however reblogs are fine and welcome :)

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Chapter Two

Taking one last look in the mirror, you gave yourself a smile and a half twirl. You had made more of an effort with your make up and you had packed the perfect outfit for you to go out in, just in case the situation occurred. Your hair was loosely curled to add a touch of volume, you’d done your favourite dark smoky eye to highlight your eye colour and you’d just added the finishing touch of your red lipstick.

You opened the bathroom door and walked towards the spare bed, silence filling the room. You looked from under your lashes to see the Winchesters staring at you, unreadable expressions on their faces.

“What?” You questioned slowly, anxiety creeping up on you telling you that maybe you should go and change. You had stepped out of your comfort zone a little with this outfit. A loose red v neck top with spaghetti straps and a loose back that traced the curvature of your breasts. You paired this with some leather looking jeans that hugged your curves.

“Wow…you look…wow” Sam was the first to speak, his tone soft. You smiled his way before looking over to Dean who was still starting at you, his eyes roaming.

Truth was, Dean was speechless and his mouth had become dry. As soon as you opened the door, he felt his breath hitch in his throat and his body temperature rise. The top you were wearing was loosely fitted but as you moved, it clung to your breasts and curves. The jeans you were wearing complimented your ass wonderfully and he couldn’t help but think about it being bent over in front of him later when you were beating his ass at pool.

“Thank you Sam” You tucked your hair behind your ear as you packed your previous outfit into your duffel bag, ignoring the awkward tension in the air.

Sam looked over towards his brother, his eyebrows arching and his head gently nudging towards your direction, hinting for Dean to at least make some sort of compliment. Dean half frowned back at Sam, almost having a silent argument through facial expressions before clearing his throat and getting off the bed. “I…uh…I’m…I’m gonna go take a shower”

Dean raced into the bathroom and slammed the door shut before he could receive a comment from either you or Sam. Looking down, he palmed the erection through his jeans and let out a barely audible groan. Five minutes ago he was telling himself to push all feelings aside for your safety, now all he could think about was you moaning and squirming underneath him, making his dick wet.

“Son of a bitch” He muttered underneath his breath as he removed his flannel, leaning over to turn the shower on. He expected you to come out all dressed up, he’s seen it before but he never expected you to come out looking like that.

Dean undressed and stepped under the hot spray, thinking of anything he could to will his ever throbbing erection away. He couldn’t really masturbate over you could he? No of course not, you were his friend, his close friend and that was it. He’s never been attracted to you in this way, so why would he be now. He was just sexually frustrated, at least that is what he told himself, it had been a while.

Trying to distract himself, Dean grabbed his shampoo and vigorously washed his hair, the suds cascading down his back and over his bare buttocks. He rinsed his hair and rubbed his hands over his face. Opening his eyes, he saw you standing there, naked under the spray. Dean’s eyes went wide “No. This isn’t real” He whispered “God what is happening to me?” He questioned, using his fingers to wipe the water from his eyes and to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, you were gone and he sighed, either from relief or from frustration, Dean couldn’t make his mind up which. Reaching to his side, he grabbed his body wash and started to rub at his chest, willing you to leave his mind but it was of no use. His hands travelled towards his lower abdomen before finding his erection. His large hand wrapped around his length and he hissed, sucking his bottom lip through his teeth. He needed release and he needed it now, there was no way around it.

With the soap and water as lubrication, he started to pump. Slow at first before picking up the pace and as he did so, his mind couldn’t help but go back to you. He imagined you coming into the bathroom in that outfit and he would watch as you slowly undressed for him. He imagined how perfect your body would be, how your nipples would peak when they greeted the cold air. He drew in a shaky breath. He thought of you then climbing in the shower with him and taking some of his body wash in your hands before rubbing it over your body. He watched as you slowly lathered the suds over your breasts, using your fingers to knead and tweak till you moaned slightly. He kept pumping, his mouth slightly agape. He imagined you standing there, your hands then travelling down your wet, soapy body to find your clit, your fingers slowly circling and tweaking the bud. You moaned louder and Dean growled. He watched you as you found your release and you moaned his name. You looked at him, your eyes darker than usual as you made your way over to him. Your hands slipped down his soapy body as your lips found the edge of his jaw. He imagined you nipping and sucking at his neck, softly kissing his pulse point before your hand found his erection. His green eyes bore into yours and you confidently took his cock from his hands and started pumping him yourself. Dean’s breath became heavy, if this were real, he’d pick you up and slam you against the shower tiles, burying his length deep inside of you. However, he was happy with where his imagination was taking him.

He was just about to catch his lips with yours before he imagined you on your knees in front of him, your lips sucking deliciously at his tip, your tongue swirling and tasting him before taking him all the way to the base. His hips jerked at the thought. He watched with his mind’s eye as you made eye contact with him as you moaned around his hard cock. He let out an audible groan as he braced himself with one hand on the shower wall, the water cascading down his back. He saw you there on your knees, taking every inch of him before letting him go with a pop. He watched as you traced your tongue painfully slow up the underside of his throbbing cock and he sighed shakily before he started pumping himself harder. He imagined you playing with his balls before taking him in your free hand, looking up at him with lust filled eyes whispering “Come for me Dean” You took him in your mouth again as deep as your gag reflex would allow, his tip nudging the back of your throat. Dean’s hips bucked as he pumped faster and faster, the thought of you taking his seed was more than he could handle and with one more buck, he imagined spilling his orgasm down your throat instead of the harsh reality of it being over his hand and the shower wall.

“Holy shit” Dean whispered shakily, taking a moment to steady himself before getting the soap and cleaning himself up once again. Trying to wash away the evidence of the fact he just masturbated to the image of you going down on him, he didn’t know if he would be able to look you in the eye for the rest of the night.

Back in the motel room, you joined the table with Sam and watched him scanning the local news and police reports for any hints of another case “Anything?”

Sam shook his head and leant casually back into his chair “All seems quiet at the moment, what I did find is already being covered by other hunters”

You smiled slightly, your eyes still focusing on the laptop screen “Well – silver lining, at least we can chill back at the bunker before shooting off again”

Sam scoffed as he shut the lid of his laptop “Your version of chill and mine are completely different. If you mean training with Dean and turning it into a hefty competition where you rope me in to being the judge, sure”

You giggled, your hands up in surrender “Hey that was like two or three times”

Sam joins you laughing before changing his position slightly on his chair, angling himself so he was facing more towards you “So…what’s going on between you two?” The hand that was dangling off the back of his chair, gesturing between you and the bathroom.

You frowned slightly “What do you mean?” You questioned, your attention on playing with your fingers.

“The incessant flirting and oh, you straddling my brother about an hour ago” Sam immediately replied, truthful and honest.

You closed your eyes “Don’t start Sam” You sighed “It’s just friendly”

Sam knew it was more than that and he wasn’t about to drop this conversation, not with you. It was the first time he felt confident with what he suspected and it was about time that he saw his brother putting himself first for once. He wanted Dean to have a chance of happiness and if that is with you, then he wanted to do all he could to encourage it. “From where I was standing, it looked more than friendly” Sam changed his position in the chair and leant forward onto his arms on the table “Come on Y/N, you’ve been with us for over a year now. It’s not hard to see how things have changed for you and how you’ve changed with them”

“Sam” You warned, not wanting to take this conversation any further.

Sam placed one of his hands on yours, encouraging you to make eye contact with him “I know you like my brother Y/N, from my position, it’s pretty obvious”

You shrugged his comment off, your cheeks feeling flush and anxiety tight in your chest “He wouldn’t want someone like me” You whispered, not expecting Sam to hear.

However Sam did hear your comment and he squeezed your hand softly “You mean someone as funny, caring and as incredibly smart as you? You’ve also got a mean right hook” He chuckled.

You snorted, remembering the time you accidentally punched Sam in the face during one sparring session “I’m not his type. It’s a silly crush that will pass in time. I think I’ve just taken the flirting to heart” You stated, feeling reassurance from Sam’s hand on yours.

“Have you ever thought of telling him how you feel?” The youngest Winchester asked softly.

You scoffed and looked away, removing your hands from his as you stood up, heading towards the mini fridge “What and be embarrassingly shot down? No thanks Sam, I don’t feel like hunting alone again” You passed Sam a beer and he noticed the sadness in your tone.

“Hey, you don’t know that would happen” Sam replied softly as he opened his beverage.

You placed your beer on the table and proceeded to sit back down, explaining how you feel “Sam, I’m not Dean’s type. I’m not the stereotypical girl who drinks cocktails and spends forever every day doing their hair and make-up” You took a breath and held up your hand in Sam’s direction as you noticed his smirk on his face “and before you say anything, tonight was an exception, I just wanted to perk myself up a bit” You defended.

Before Sam could continue the conversation, the bathroom door opened and Dean scurried out, his hair slightly fluffy from where he had rigorously towel dried it. He had dressed himself in a fresh pair of blue jeans and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up slightly and the top two buttons undone. He went to the mirror to start fixing his hair when he caught your eyes in the reflection “…and you say I take forever in the shower?” You teased.

“I took nowhere near as long as you sweetheart” Dean deflected, breaking eye contact and focusing back on his hair.

You half giggled, the teasing tone still in your voice “Yeah you keep telling yourself that, I think you were having a bit too much fun making yourself clean” You winked at him before catching his reaction in the mirror, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. “I..what..no” Dean flustered. You and Sam both raised your eyebrows, knowing smirks on both your faces. Dean finished his hair and stormed past the pair of you, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out “Come on, first round is on you” He muttered your way.

You and Sam both burst out laughing as you watched Dean storm out the motel room towards his Impala, not waiting for either of you. You grabbed your phone and some spare money and shoved them into the pockets of your jeans, ready for the night ahead. Sam held open the motel room door for you as you made your way to the impala, a smile still on your face. You hadn’t really thought much about what Sam had said, you hadn’t really had the time to process it. If he was questioning how you felt and your actions, did he know something that you didn’t? You shook your head slightly as you got closer to the impala, noticing that Dean’s focus was on baby’s dash. You noticed he wouldn’t really look your way or make eye contact with you. You frowned discreetly, working out what possibly you could have done wrong.

You slid into the back seat of the Impala as Sam got in the front. Before Sam had even shut his door, Dean had started the engine and had started to reverse out of the parking lot. “Bar isn’t gonna shut anytime soon Dean” Sam quipped, curious about his brothers eagerness.

“I’m just looking forward to the night Sammy, the sooner I get a drink inside me, the better” Dean said, his voice sounding quite rough.

Your frown returned to your face as you studied his face in the rear view mirror, he was so focused on the road, his classic rock playing softly in the background. You thought over your actions to try and place what you might have done to upset him. Your mind settled on when you whispered in his ear, he didn’t appreciate you being that close to him. You took it too far; that was the only explanation. Dean must have felt your stare as he chose that moment to check his mirror and he held your gaze. Something felt different, his eyes were soft but his smile didn’t reach his eyes like normal. You made a note to ask him about it later so you could clear the air.

Dean turned a corner and pulled onto the main road, the street lined with shops, homemade business and small bars. It was homely. Dean slowed his speed as he drove past a couple of the bars, seemingly looking for somewhere to park.

“Who puts a bar on a main road?” He muttered under his breath, his head ducking forward to look for any kind of parking.

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself forward, in between the two boys in the front seat. You eyed a free parking spot just a few shops down from a bar and nudged Dean in the shoulder “Stop complaining and just pull up here”

Dean grunted and swung his beloved baby into the vacant spot, making sure he left enough space between him and the car in front. You got out the car and walked over to the sidewalk, smiling as Sam joined you as you waited for Dean. The bar was only a short distance away so you turned and slowly started taking in some of the shops that were around you. Some were shut, some were open late. You loved towns like this, where everything was personal and homemade, this is a town with shops that had a story, something you had a soft spot for.

The boys soon starting walking towards the bar, making idle chit chat between themselves as you followed them towards your destination, the thought of an ice cold whiskey in your hand was making your mouth water. However, a few stops before the bar, there was an old antique type shop. The windows were surrounded by a red frame and inside the window display were all manner of trinket type items. Crystals, jewellery boxes, dream catchers and so on. Your walking slowed and you stopped in front of the store window, the centre of the display catching your eye and your attention. There in the centre, was a medium sized snow globe but it was unlike one you had ever seen. The globe was crafted with blue and clear glass which gave a moonlight effect, the snow inside powdering over a cottage in a woodland. There were crystals delicately placed inside the glass that gave the effect of a glistening night sky. For want of a better word, you found it truly magical.

Your fingers pressed against the glass, an automatic reaction to try and get closer to see any details that you might have missed. The boys had gone on ahead unaware that you had stopped in your tracks but you hadn’t noticed, you were transfixed with the object winking back at you. It was no secret that you had a tiny bit of a snow globe obsession but only for ones that were truly unique. You had no interest in the happy holiday’s plastic globes or the tourist souvenirs you got from shops, you only had interest for the globes that were one of a kind. You just knew this was one of them.

Dean and Sam walked towards the bar at a steady pace, hands in their pockets, talking through the day, still not noticing that you were gawping through the window of the shop.

“Man I hate witches” Dean grumbled, thinking of the days previous events.

Sam chuckled “We know, you say it every time we have a case with them”

“No I don’t” Dean frowned and went to ask you for reassurance “Back me up on this one sweethea-” Dean turned around and noticed you weren’t by their side anymore, his sentence cutting short. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed you slightly hunched over, looking through a glass window. Dean turned to Sam, a questioning look on his face and when Sam shrugged, they both made their way back to you.

“Could have told us you’d stopped you know” Sam spoke up, making you jump slightly as your gaze met his only briefly.

“Sorry…I uh…” You stuttered, your attention going back to the globe in the window “Something caught my eye”

The brothers looked past you into the window and eyed all the various items and trinkets on sale, wondering what it could be that had caught your attention so.

“Do you guys mind waiting just two minutes, just while I go in” You spoke softly, interrupting the brother’s inspection of the window. You turned and looked at them both pleadingly, more so towards Dean. You already felt like you had upset him somewhere along the way, you didn’t want to make matters worse by making him wait for his drink.

Dean smiled softly, his hand gesturing towards the shop front “Sure” He confirmed, leaning back on the hood of the impala. They were near enough back where they had started but he didn’t mind. Something calm seemed to wash over him when you looked at him like you just did, he hadn’t got the heart to say no.

He watched as you entered the store excitedly, a sudden spring in your step. Sam walked over to join his brother leaning on the side hood of the car, both of the boys facing towards the shop window. It was only a couple of minutes before Dean saw you and the store assistant in the window. He watched as you pointed towards the centre of the display and he let out a knowing breath when he saw what object the assistant had retrieved. He crossed his arms over his chest and muttered “Of course it was the globe”

Sam frowned slightly, wondering if he had heard Dean correctly “What?” Sam questioned.

Dean turned to look at his younger brother “The globe, you know Sammy, Y/N’s obsession with snow globes. Whenever she sees one special enough, she has to bring it home. Her room is full of them”

Sam scoffed, a little knowing smile on his face “So when are you going to tell her man?”

“I’m sorry…what?” Dean questioned, a quizzical look on his face. He was completely thrown off by the question Sam had just directed at him.

“Y/N” Sam said bluntly “When are you going to admit you like her?”

Dean stared at his brother blankly, swallowing down his feelings and shrugging the question off “Again Sammy, like I said earlier, you don’t know what you’re talking about”

Sam broke the eye contact and looked down towards his boots, gently kicking the edge of the sidewalk “Sure I don’t. The way you looked at her back at the motel meant nothing either right?” Sam retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Sam just drop it ok?” Dean snapped, his gaze burning into the side of his little brothers face.

Sam however, would not drop it. He would bang your heads together if he could “If you like her, tell her” Sam stated.

Dean growled in annoyance “…and what, ruin everything that we have? Make her feel awkward, potentially put a bigger target on her back? No Sammy, I’m happy she’s in our lives. Let’s just leave it at that, end of conversation” Dean hated his little brother reading him like a book however he didn’t understand his own feelings towards you yet. He didn’t know if it was just a crush that would pass in time or if it was something that was rooted deeper. Dean wanted time to figure it out on his own but Sam already appeared to have worked it out himself.

Sam knew by the tone of his brother’s voice to not press the issue any further, if he did, it could cause an argument which would ruin the night you had wanted. So he did what his brother asked and left his questioning there, silence falling over the pair.

Inside the shop, you were in awe at all the little items you could see for sale. There were so many original and handcrafted things, you could spend a good hour in here looking through it all. However, you promised the boys you wouldn’t be long and your heart lay with the globe. You watched as the store assistant walked the snow globe over to the counter and placed it there, you were transfixed “It’s a very interesting globe, I’ve never seen one like this before” You mentioned, as you bent slightly to look at all of the detail engraved into the legs of the ornament.

The assistant smiled slightly as she placed one hand on her hips, the other gesturing towards the item in question “It’s very old dear, many owners have spoken different legends about this particular piece” She stated.

You looked up briefly as you took in the assistant’s complexion. She wasn’t old but wasn’t young, her hair was long and blonde, tied in a braid over her shoulder. Her blue eyes bore into yours as you looked at her, eager to learn more “Really? Like what?” You questioned as you went back to stare intently at the piece you were so close to adding to your collection. The assistant chuckled slightly as she walked behind you to close the glass doors to the window display “It is said that a lost soul was trapped inside many years ago until her love came to find her. If the globe were to break, she would be forever lost”

You gasped slightly, completely taken in by the story the assistant was spinning you, completely forgetting your hunters rationality “Oh no, so she could still be in there?” You questioned, your eyes never leaving the globe.

The assistant turned around to come back towards you when she noticed a familiar tattoo between your shoulder blades. As you were bent over slightly to take in all the details of the globe, your hair had fallen forward leaving clear sight of your anti possession tattoo. The blonde haired assistant frowned slightly, knowing full well at that moment what you were. She took a moment to compose herself before painting a fake smile on her face to walk around the counter to face you “It’s just a story dear” She mentioned softly, patting her hand on top of yours on the counter “Nothing to worry about”

With that single touch and a quiet whisper from the assistant, she had entered your mind and you were oblivious. You were so transfixed with the object in front of you, you had ignored your hunter’s instincts. You didn’t question the charms that were around the assistant’s neck, nor did you notice the spell book that was sat just behind the till on a stool. In this particular moment, you still hadn’t realised that the assistant in front of you was a witch and she was scouring your memories. Time had stood still for you.

The witch saw many flashes of your life in her mind. She saw how you fought, how you became seriously ill over one Christmas but thanks to your family, you still enjoyed yourself over the festive period. She saw how you became a hunter, the reasons behind it and she felt your pain. The witch was working through your memories as if they were a maze and with the correct turns, she happened upon your last few years. She saw the Winchesters and you in the bunker, laughing over something Castiel had said. She saw you hunting with them, training with them. She felt your fondness towards them, towards Dean. She smirked sadistically but that expression was soon knocked off her face when she saw the memories from earlier today.

The witch felt the anger bubble in the pit of her stomach when she saw that it was you and the Winchesters that had killed her friends earlier on that day. She snarled, she knew it wouldn’t be long until you would be after her, after all you had already made the slip up of not realising that she was part of the group or in fact, a witch. She knew she couldn’t risk letting you get away only for you to come back and kill her and oh, how she wanted to hurt the Winchesters. The brothers were basically famous and as much as she wanted to end their lives, killing them would be too easy, she wanted them to suffer like you had made her friends suffer. The blonde haired witch smiled smugly and with one hand on you and the other hand on the snow globe, she leant closer towards you and whispered “Altum somnum” A blue hue shone around you and the globe and within seconds, your eyes shut and you fell backwards onto the floor, the globe in your hand. The witch laughed vindictively, putting her hands together to think of the next steps of her plan. She never expected a hunter to walk right in to her store, let alone someone that was so close to the Winchesters. She felt like this was her lucky day and she was enjoying it.

Outside, Dean looked at his watch and frowned. He knew you liked to shop and he also knew that you were probably asking a million and one questions about the globe but something seemed off “She’s been in there for about ten minutes” Dean stated.

Sam looked at his brother, who was holding his watch and staring at the door of the shop “So? She’s probably buying more than one thing”

Dean shook his head “No Sammy, something’s not right here”

The eldest Winchester pushed himself off the impala and headed towards the trunk. He grabbed his beloved gun, checked the ammunition and placed it in the back of his jeans, pulling his shirt over it. Sam noticed the look on his brother’s face and knew he wasn’t messing around and he followed his brother as they made their way into the store.

Pushing the door open, a little bell sounded above them to notify the store of their arrival. Dean looked around cautiously and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end when you were nowhere to be seen. Sam was quick to notice this also and he motioned for Dean to take one side of the store while he took the other. Before the brothers got halfway through the store, the blonde witch came from behind a door and stopped dead in her tracks, a cunning smile on her face.

“Gentlemen” She gestured “What can I do for you?”

Dean snapped “Where’s our friend, she came in here ten minutes ago after a damn globe and hasn’t walked out since”

The witch had to force herself to not smile but before she could respond, Sam had walked around the counter to see you lying motionless on the floor.

“Dean!” Sam shouted, his voice deep and sharp as panic flooded his body. He looked towards the assistant with anger as he leapt forward to grab her, only for the witch to throw out both hands and magically push the brothers away from her. Sam went flying backwards into the wall whereas Dean had crash landed through some racking. The witch cackled loudly at the sight, her attention more so on Dean due to the memories she had previously seen. Sam briefly opened his eyes to see the witch’s attention on Dean, looking past her, he also saw the spell book on the stool behind the desk. Sam silently cursed and then faked being unconscious until the witch had walked past him, heading towards his brother. As soon as it was clear, Sam moved quickly towards her, tackling her and grabbing her arms in his to restrain her. The witch screamed in annoyance but she was no match for Sam’s larger frame.

Dean groaned as he got up out of the racking, a hand going towards the back of his head from where it had collided with the hard surface. He quickly got up and grabbed a nearby chair to assist Sam in restraining the witch. Dean also found a few scarves that were littered around to help bind her.

“She’s a witch” Sam spat, the anger in his voice evident as he tied the knots in the scarves tight around the witch’s wrists.

“No kidding Sam” Was Dean’s response, the sarcasm dripping off his words, his hands reaching around his back for his gun and he was thankful it was still equipped with witch killing bullets.

“You’re too late” The witch cackled, her eyes boring into Deans. The eldest Winchester lowered his gun slightly to look at Sam who was still crouched on the floor. Sam motioned to behind the counter before taking the gun out of Dean’s hands, taking over pointing it at the witch.

Dean’s eyes went wide as he ran around the counter to find you lying motionless on the floor. He skidded onto his knees and desperately took your head in his hands, willing you to move “Y/N come on sweetheart” He stressed, his hands pushing the hair out of your eyes.

The witch laughed loudly “It’s no use Winchester” She almost sung the words.

Dean growled “You shut your mouth” He shouted, his anger evident in his tone. He turned back to you and propped you up onto his knees, his arms cradling you as if the warmth of his body would stir a reaction “Come on sweetheart, open your eyes” Dean whispered, the desperation getting to him. He could feel his heart beating hard in his chest, he just wanted you to wake up.

Seeing his elder brother with you in his arms, motionless stirred something dark within Sam “What did you do to her?” Sam shouted as he pointed the gun closer to the witches face “We killed the rest of your little gang, you’ve got nothing left. What did you do to her?!” He roared.

The witch didn’t even flinch at Sam’s volume or tone, instead she just smirked, her head swaying slightly “Got quite a connection to her don’t cha boys?” She retorted, a cockiness to her tone.

Dean’s hands were all over your pulse points. He was checking your wrist and your neck repeatedly, the devastation of not finding one crushing him each time he failed “Sammy…Sammy I can’t find her pulse” Dean stressed, his eyes starting to glaze over as he looked towards his little brother. Realisation sinking in that he may have lost you.

The witch pouted towards the scene “Aww. Poor little hunter. She’s all dressed up with nowhere to go”

Dean’s anger flared as he placed you back on the floor, pacing towards the blonde haired assistant “You bitch!” Dean roared, his fist colliding with her jaw “You bring her back, right now!” He commanded, pointing towards your lifeless body.

The witch spat out some blood in the brothers direction “and why would I do that?” She sniggered, the blood staining her teeth. Dean grabbed the gun from his brother’s hands and aimed it point blank range at the witch’s forehead, spitting out his words clearly “Bring. Her. Back”

The witch just rested her head on the end of the gun, shaking her head slightly from side to side “Oh Dean, when will you let the dead be dead huh? She’s gone Dean, crossed over, left you and your pathetic little brother” She cackled and threw her head back with a hearty laugh. Dean’s nostrils flared and his finger was itching on the trigger. She brought her head back forward and stared into Dean’s eyes “and it was oh so worth it, just to see the look on your beautiful little face” She smirked.

Dean saw lost it, his finger squeezing the trigger on his gun. Blood splattered up the wall behind her before silence fell between the brothers. Dean’s position hadn’t moved, his gun was still aimed towards the now dead witch, staring blankly at the wound he had inflicted. Sam placed his hand over the gun and lowered it, taking it from his brothers grasp before he watched Dean run back around to where you were lying, sill motionless, still with the globe in your hand. He held you close to his body, rocking slightly back and forth as his tears spilled over onto your hair, his silent sobs racking his body.

Sam placed the gun in his jeans as he came to his brother’s side, his hand placed comfortingly on his shoulder “Dean” he stated softly. He knew you had passed, he knew you had gone and he knew how hard Dean was going to take this. All he could do was be there for him, to look after him for once instead of the other way around.

Dean looked up at his brother with glassy eyes as he held you closer to his body, his arms feeling empty even though you were there “Sammy, she can’t be…she just can’t be” Dean sobbed before he nuzzled his head back down towards you, resting it on your forehead.

Sam wiped his own tears away as he squeeze Deans shoulder reassuringly “We should take her home” He said softly.

Dean didn’t move, he just continued to cradle your body as Sam stood next to him, both of them silently grieving over you and what they had lost.

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I'll never get over the time, I-as a Dean Winchester fictive, tried to find and talk to a cas, and the guy ended up talking to and 'preferring a Dean' that was 🤢🤮 too close for comfort with their Sammy 🤮👎and ghosted me. I found out later what had gone down but FUCK I'm scared to literally look for anyone again. I dodged a godamn bullet but at what fuckin cost?

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Anonymous asked:

i trust we're all going to be having a normal november 5th,,

- dean, sam & castiel fictives (#customtag)

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Update to the dean "am I just kin real hard or am I a fictive" I have figured out that I am, in fact, a fictive. A hunter, reaper, demon, goddess, cryptid of unknown origin, and a wiccan in one space sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but I guess that's my life now.

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i love how every single dean kinnie and fictive i've seen has one thing in common - we NEVER treated jack like That. #🥃👻

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Man. Really hating canon me's treatment of Jack. He's just a kid, and in my canon I latched onto him pretty quickly, though that made his later mistakes all the more heart wrenching. But I would've NEVER in my right mind done that. To any Jack Kline/Winchesters out there, I'm so, so sorry that you went through that. That's horrid. - Dean Winchester (tag as fictive, please.)

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I've had KK Bubblegum stuck in my head for at least an hour and I think our Dean fictive is thiiiis close to throwing rocks. It's a little funny. :) #Warmmorningmercy

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fictionkinfessions · 3 years

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Me, yelling at canon me because why was I so aggressive towards Jack even when he proved himself to be perhaps the sweetest three-day-old person I'd met?? Like I had more sense in my run-through of life. Jack is a nice kid! Did canon me really not wanna give him a chance *that* bad? - Dean (Tag as fictive, please.)

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I only ever seem to wanna talk late at night when nobody else who knows of my existence is around. Not that I don't enjoy the company of the others in the system, it's just that now that I know I'm real, I want to reach out, as well. Making friends wasn't something I used to do, but I don't have any of my old companions here and I'm not in any danger anymore... So it's safe. But by the time I get over my cold feet, the day is done. Oh well. - Dean Winchester Fictive :)

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winchest09 · 5 years

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Shatter Me - Chapter Four

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4125

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, anger, death, grief, upset, angst, violence

A/N: I’m actually really sort of excited about this chapter. I know it’s been a bit of a slow burn so far guys but keep with me, things are about to heat up! I really hope you are enjoying this series and my writings :)

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Chapter Four

Dean was frantically tossing and turning in his bed, his hands fisting at his sheets. His eyes were squeezed tight, his brow furrowed and his neck strained. Pained grunts left his lips as beads of sweat made their way down his strong jawline. He was dreaming about you.

Outside the shop, he watched as you entered, a spring in your step. However this time, he wasn’t frozen to the spot. He could move, he could speak. So Dean chased you, he moved as quickly as he could and barged through the front door of that damned shop to save you. Dean opened the door with such force, it smacked against the wall and knocked off some of the plaster. His eyes wide, his heart pacing, he subconsciously started shaking his head. He was still too late.

There on the floor you lay but this time, in a pool of your own blood. Dean couldn’t breathe at the sight of you. Distraught, he looked around the room for the witch that caused this but she was no one to be found. Dean wasted no time in coming over to you, falling to his knees with his eyes closed and screaming your name once again in anguish.

“Y/N!”

As his knees hit the floor, he noticed that they hadn’t connected with the hard wood flooring but they’d hit something soft and cold. Snapping his eyes open, they grew wide in surprise when he was greeted with rows and rows of pine trees. Dean stood suddenly, confusion taking over him as he anxiously looks around. He felt the cold, saw his breath and he had to reach out to touch the trees to ensure they were real. He leaned against the bark of one of the trees as he tried to ground himself. He squeezed his eyes shut again as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Just what was going on?

“Dean!” His heart stopped. He knew that voice. It couldn’t be, could it? Dean searched through the maze of trees, his heart beating hard against his ribcage “De, where are you?” He heard you again, as clear as day. He just couldn’t see you. He darted his head in all directions for the source of your voice but he couldn’t find you. Dean started to second guess himself as he started to feel the same pull that he did before. His world started to shake and he tried as hard as he could to brace himself.

“Y/N!?” Dean calls roughly, one hand against his head as he started to zone out. Did he really hear you or was he imagining it? He felt like he was going crazy and the shake was only getting stronger. His vision blurred and he was finding hard to stay conscious just as the sound of snow crunching footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Sam was worried about his brother and hearing him cry out your name only made his blood run cold. Rushing to Dean’s room, he saw his brother tossing and turning in his bed. His knuckles white from how hard he was grabbing the sheets, his shirt stained dark with sweat. Wasting no time, Sam tried to wake his brother, shaking him awake.

“Dean!” Sam said, his hands on his brothers shoulders however getting no response “Dean!” He shouted louder this time, an authoritative tone in his voice. That seemed to do the trick as Dean bolted upright, trying to catch his breath. Sam looked at him concerned “Dude – you’re sweating”

Dean wiped his brow before running a hand down his face, muttering “I watched her die Sam, again”

Sam noticed the pain in Dean’s eyes “Do you-do you want to talk about it” He gingerly asked.

Dean shook his head, swinging his legs over the side of his bed “Not really”

“You sure? I mean with you felt about her and-”

“- I said no Sam” Dean snapped, interrupted his brother.

Sam sighed but nodded all the same. There was a few moments of silence between them both, neither of them knowing what to say or do next. Sam knew his brother had a hard time opening up and talking about what was wrong but he’d never reacted to a death in this way before.

Motioned his thumb over his shoulder, Sam thought it was best to give Dean some space “Ok well I’m going to head out”

“What-where?” Dean frowned. They didn’t have a case, they had a dead you in the next room which Dean thought was a more pressing matter. Sam however doesn’t give him an answer straight away, just a look which tells him that he didn’t want to say it out loud.

Dean’s frown just got harder and Sam sighed, whispering “…to collect wood Dean”

“Sam…” Dean growled as he quickly stood, barging past Sam, hitting his shoulder with his own as he stormed from his room towards the kitchen, his little brother hot on his tail.

Sam leant on the kitchens door frame as he watched Dean make himself some coffee “Dean” He tried to reason but Dean just cut him off.

“Sam, I’ve dreamt she was alive, twice. She’s spoken to me. She called my name” Dean explained, his hands making motions as he bustled around the counter tops.

Sam pushed himself off the door frame and sat himself down at the kitchen table, urging Dean to continue, hoping that this was the window for the elder brother to open up. Pinching his nose, the green eyed Winchester sighed, knowing that Sam was waiting for an explanation. So that’s what Dean did, he grabbed his cup of coffee and went to sit at the table with Sam. He explained everything that had happened in these dreams, what he felt and what he saw. He explained to his little brother how the dreams didn’t really feel like dreams, but like an alternate reality. He felt everything as if it was real. Sam didn’t interrupt once, he just nodded, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him as he listened to Dean intently.

It was only when the green eyed Winchester come to the end of his tales, Sam decided to put forth his opinion. “Dean, you mentioned in the first dream that she had come out of the shower right?” Sam spoke softly, gesturing with his hands as Dean merely nods for Sam to continue “and in the second dream, she was in the clothes that she got changed into when we were going to the bar?”

Dean raised his eyebrows as he sipped his coffee “Yeah…so?”

Sam sighed as he bowed his head to look at the table, not wanting to sound like a complete dick but also wanting to explain some rationality behind what Dean has been seeing “Do you not think that all this may just be your way of dealing with her death? The last time you saw her she was wearing that outfit. The same day, she went in the shower in our motel room. With your feelings towards her, do you not think that maybe, it’s just you subconsciously trying to cope?”

Dean stopped drinking his coffee and brought the cup back down to meet the table. He had never thought of it like that. In the world he lived in, anything was possible so it only made sense to him that these two dreams meant something. But after hearing what Sam had said, how he explained it? Dean felt crazy to even believe that you were still alive. Dreams can feel real sometimes, of course they can. He just wanted to cling onto any tiny hope that maybe, somehow, he didn’t have to say goodbye to you. If you were alive, why weren’t you in Sam’s dreams too?

Running a hand through his hair, Dean looked back at his brother “You know what Sammy, maybe your right” He sounded defeated but it was like the rose tinted glasses had been taken off him, he was seeing the situation for what it truly was.

Sam noticed the tone of Dean’s voice, guilt bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t want to make his brother feel that way “Hey man I’m sor-” He spoke sincerely as he reached out for his brother.

Dean leant back, standing to place his now empty coffee cup in the sink “No, hey, don’t apologise. Maybe I do need to say goodbye” He almost whispered the last part of his sentence as he leant away from Sam on the kitchen counters, his head hung low. It was time to put you to rest.

As you rubbed your arms to try and keep your warm, you were trying your hardest to try and place where you were. You had never seen this cabin before and even by looking up at the stars, there was something off about them. You knew your constellations and these ones just weren’t collating with what you knew which meant you had no idea where you were. North, South, East, West. You knew which side the sun rose and set at the bunker, you hoped you’d be able to track yourself by looking for the moon however there was no moon in sight.

“Just where the hell am I?” You muttered, your breath swirling into mist due to the cold.

Before you could process anything else, Dean’s chilling scream hit your ears and your head whipped around to the dark forest ahead of you. You knew that voice anywhere. “Dean!” You bellowed, the cold suddenly forgotten as adrenaline hit you “De, where are you?!” You shouted, as you ran towards the forest. He was here, Dean was here.

You knew you couldn’t be here alone and even though the sound of Deans screams sent a chill straight through your bones, you still found comfort in his voice. You knew that with Dean here, you’d be safe and you’d find a way out of this in no time at all. Plus, who does like being stuck on their own in an unknown place for any amount of time?

You ran as fast as your body would allow, your lungs were burning with the cold but you didn’t care. You wanted to get to Dean as fast as you could. You weaved through the trees, jumping over deadwood and searching frantically for your saviour but you couldn’t find him. No matter which way you went through the maze of trees, no matter which way you looked, Dean Winchester was nowhere to be seen.

Just as you felt your hope dwindle, you heard his voice again calling you “Y/N!” The density of the forest helping his voice to echo but it didn’t matter. Your head turned sharply and you zoned in on his voice.

“Dean!” You shouted, elated that he was here.

You soon got to a small clearing and your smile soon faded as you realised you were lost. “Dean?” You shouted again “You’re gonna have to help me out here, all I see are trees, a hell of a lot of trees” You clenched and unclenched your hands, anxiously waiting for a reply that never came.

You frowned slightly, you didn’t understand. You heard his voice as clear as day yet no he wasn’t responded “Oh god” You thought aloud “What if he’s hurt?”

Your breathing started to become more erratic as you began to panic but as you moved to pick a new direction to go in, you looked to the snow covered floor to see that some snow had been disturbed. Snow that hadn’t been disturbed by you. As you looked closer, you saw that there were some fresh large footprints that were at the base of a tree trunk, indicating that someone was leaning here.

You brought your arms back to wrap around your body as you felt a different kind of chill wrap itself around your bones. You felt uneasy “What is this place?” You whispered.

You started to panic, the sound of silence was now deafening and you wanted out. You didn’t know where you were and you didn’t care. You didn’t care that you were still in that red strappy top, you didn’t care that the cold was nipping at your skin, you wanted to run from whatever place this was and never look back.

So you did, you ran through the woods, your hair bouncing with each step you took. The snow crunching beneath your feet, blisters nipping at your heels thanks to the footwear you were wearing, you pushed through until you saw your way out, the clearing behind the forest. The trees had started to clear, there were less and less and you breathed a sigh of relief when you could see clear snowy mountains, paths and a road. The fact that you couldn’t see any signs, cars, street lights or civilisation didn’t register to you at that point, you just wanted out.

Using your hand to push some branches aside at the edge of the forest, you took a deep breath as if to clear your thoughts and calm your beating heart. You visualised home. The bunker, the boys, your room. With those thoughts in mind, you pushed forward only to hit a wall that felt like it winded you. You shook your head, confused at what just happened as you looked around. You hadn’t walked into anything, there was nothing to walk in to. You proceeded to walk forward again, this time slower only to be met with the translucent barrier stopping your escape “What?” you questioned as you felt the barrier with your hand. The semi-transparent wall shielding you from your freedom. “No” You whispered as your hands frantically moved along the force field, trying but failing to find the exit. You were trapped.

You slapped your hands against the barrier, screaming until your lungs burned. Why was this happening to you? Who had you here? You let your tears flow as you sobbed into yourself, your hands still resting on the barrier in front of you. Was this it for you?

Back at the bunker, Dean had placed himself at one of the many tables in the library, a bottle of Johnny Walker in front of him, nursing his third whiskey of the day. He knew he shouldn’t be drinking but he honestly couldn’t give a damn anymore. With one hand nursing his glass, the other he leant his head into, rubbing at his forehead. Sam was out collecting wood for your pyre as the boys were planning on saying goodbye to you that very night. Dean told himself that he needed the whiskey so he could have the courage to lay you to rest.

Sam had already offered to bind your body so Dean didn’t have to see you like that again but Dean refused. He had to be there for you until the very end. There was no point in denying how he felt for you anymore, what was the point? Letting a tired sigh escape his lips, Dean looked into his glass of whiskey, staring at the amber liquid as if it would give him an answer. He knew Sam was right when he was trying to rationalise his dreams but still, something didn’t feel right in his gut. Either way, he wanted to try to call Cas again. He was your friend and with everything that was happening in heaven right now, he didn’t know if Cas would know of your passing.

“Cas” Dean grumbled roughly, eyes tightly shut “Cas, can you please drop your angel bullshit for two minutes and spare us some time? It’s…its Y/N. Man she’s-”

“Dean” Cas interrupted, his gravelly voice coming from the opposite side of the table making Dean jump slightly.

Gathering his patience, he used his whiskey free hand to gesture towards the angel “Can you not do that?”

Cas tilted his head slightly “Do what?”

Dean shook his head as he looked back towards the whiskey in his glass “It doesn’t matter” He sighed before downing the rest of the beverage in one shot “Cas, its Y/N. She’s-she’s dead”

Cas’ eyes grew wide as he stepped closer towards the green eyed Winchester, leaning on the table “What?!”

Dean pursed his lips tight as he pushed the now empty glass away from him. His green eyes boring into Castiel’s blue ones as he nodded sadly. Dean was finding it hard to say the words, his hands clasped together on the table, thumbs twiddling. He didn’t want to say it aloud again but he knew he had to tell Cas everything. He was an angel of the lord and in the back of Dean’s mind, telling him might mean Cas could give him an answer on how to save you. Maybe he would offer to come up with a plan to bring you back. Maybe. So Dean explained as best he could. He told Cas about the hunt with the witches, how you went into that little homely store to buy a snow globe only for a missed witch to claim your life. Dean missed out the part about his dreams, after talking with Sam, he thought they were insignificant.

As Dean finished up explaining everything to Cas, the sound of the bunker door opening caught both their attention. Both men watched as Sam appeared and solemly smiled at them both.

“Hey Cas” Sam acknowledged as he walked towards the angel, a comforting hand on his shoulder “Glad you could drop by”

Cas nodded once “Of course, I only wish I could have come sooner considering the news”

Sam looked towards at Dean as a sombre silence filled the bunker. All three of the men taking time to themselves.

Dean was the one to break the silence “Is it done?” He mumbled quietly, staring at the whiskey bottle

“Yeah, Dean” Sam replied, finding it hard to swallow. He didn’t want any of this.

“Then it’s time” Dean nodded, standing up and grabbing the whiskey bottle, taking one long swig “You staying?” He gestured towards Cas.

The angel frowned, confused at Dean’s behaviour “Of course, I want to pay my respects. Y/N was a good friend”

Dean just nodded as he took another long swig from the bottle and Sam looked on concerned. He knew his brother didn’t want to say goodbye and he knew that he wouldn’t find comfort in the bottom of that whiskey bottle but then again, he knew how he felt when he lost Jess and could only sympathise with his brother.

Both Cas and Sam followed Dean down the bunker’s corridors towards your room. Dean taking sips from the whiskey bottle every couple of steps. As they were coming to up to the last few doors before yours, Dean’s paced slowed. He felt his chest grow heavy and the tears that stung his eyes. This was it. This was the last time he was going to see your face, touch your skin, this was the last time you would be in the bunker with him.

With a heavy heart, Dean entered your room and let his eyes rest on your form. It was too much, you still had colour in your skin, you still looked like you “I can’t do it. She still looks so-”

“Something’s not right” Cas barged past Dean, pushing him to one side as he entered your room to get to your bedside. His tone urgent.

“W-what?” Dean muttered, unsure what was going on, a slither of hope settling in his soul.

Cas hovered over your body, one palm pressed against your forehead as the other took your hand in his “I can sense it. Dean, you said Y/N died yesterday yet it’s been over 24 hours since her death and her vessel is still somewhat healthy”

“Healthy? How can she be healthy? She’s dead Cas!” Dean almost shouted, making himself walk closer towards the scene that was unveiling before him.

Sam watched from the side line as Cas examined your body. He noticed how your arm was still loose and he marched towards you, occupying the other side of the bed opposite Castiel. He took your other hand in his large on and held your hand. He examined how your limbs and joints were working “Wait…Dean. Cas may have a point here. Rigamortis should have kicked in by now” Sam chastised himself, how did he not see this before?

Dean took a slight step back, one hand gesturing towards you “So what does this mean?”

Sam shook his head and frowned, stuttering “I…I don’t know”

Both brothers looked towards Castiel as he continued to examine you. They watched as his eyes and palm glowed above you. They waited with baited breath. Dean swore he had never breathed so hard. The wait was killing him.

Soon enough, the golden hue disappeared and Castiel looked between both brothers “It’s strange, she’s not with us no” He confirmed and Dean ran both hands through his hair before Cas could continue “but her soul has not departed her vessel”

Sam took a deep breath, his lips twitching with hope “So she’s somewhat alive?”

Cas nodded “Yes, in a way, on some level but whatever has afflicted her, it’s rooted deep. I cannot touch it”

Dean had never felt his heart beat so hard against his chest. He knew it. He knew in his gut that she wasn’t gone. Not really “She’s alive” Dean elated, both hands covering his mouth. He couldn’t believe this. He needed to see her, to help her. He knew his dreams meant something. He brought both hands to his side, his eyes wide at his thoughts.

“Dreams” Dean muttered, like everything was slotting to place in his mind. Suddenly he looked up towards Cas and Sam “I need to sleep” He stated strongly.

“What?” Sam questioned, unsure of what Dean meant.

“Dreams-my dreams, trust me” Dean stated impatiently, rushing to stand in front of his brother “Knock me out” He said boldly, looking deep into Sam’s eyes.

Sam was taken aback “What? Dean no”

Dean growled with impatience and annoyance “Just do it, don’t be a baby”

“Dean” Sam warned, Cas looking on with confusion at this sudden change of pace.

Dean’s resolve snapped, he had to get to you, he had to know that his dreams meant something “JUST KNOCK ME OUT DAMMIT!” Dean bellowed.

Before Sam had time to react, Dean hit the floor, his eyes closed. Castiel’s two fingers still in the air where they pressed against Dean’s forehead before he looked towards Sam with confusion littering his features.

Dean opened his eyes and was greeted once again with your smile as you entered the shop. He chased you immediately and this time, he watched as you ran through the shop and straight out of the back door. He gave chase again but when he swung open the back door, he was back in the snow biome he woke up in before.

Again, he couldn’t see you but Dean was filled with a new sense of hope. He knew this was something, he knew you were here and he wouldn’t stop until he found you. Pacing through the snow, he looked around and saw the familiar forest in front of him. You had to be somewhere around there he thought, that was where he appeared last time. So he made his way towards the maze of trees. However, as he got closer, he heard what he could on describe as pounding.

His instinct pulled him towards the noise, it was a noise that wasn’t there the last time he was here. Wherever here was. As he got closer and the sound got louder, he cautiously watched his step, careful not to disturb whatever was making the noise. He was unarmed so coming face to face with a monster in this scenario wouldn’t turn out that well.

However, it wasn’t a monster that was making the noise. It was you.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you, still dressed in the same clothes, tears littering your cheeks as you slapped your hands against a barrier. He didn’t even question the barrier as he rushed towards you, he wanted to know that you were safe.

The sound of twigs breaking made your head snap up and look towards the sound and your eyes went wide when they met those green orbs of your favourite Winchester.

He was here. Dean was with you.

“Dean?” You whimpered, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

Dean leaned his hands on the other side of yours on the barrier as looked deep into your eyes “Yeah sweetheart, it’s me”

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Shatter Me - Chapter Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4000

Chapter warnings: 18+, Mentions of alcohol, anger, death, grief, upset - i think that’s it.

A/N: I hope you enjoy chapter 3 of this series, i’m really enjoying writing it. Thank you all so much for reading and reblogging.

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Chapter Three

It was a long drive back to the bunker, twelve hours in fact. It was a drive that was made in near enough complete silence, only the odd word being exchanged. It took a while for Dean to move after having you in his arms for so long, he purely didn’t want to move because he knew that if he did, it would be to make the arrangements of finally laying you to rest. He would have to let you go. With some gentle encouragement from Sam, Dean picked you up as gently as he could and solemnly walked through the wrecked shop, to his impala. Sam had picked up your belongings, including the snow globe you were intending to buy and followed his brother out.

Dean was in two minds of what to do next as he lay you on the back seat. He didn’t want to cover you up with a sheet, he didn’t want it to be that final. It looked too all the world like you were just sleeping, but he knew different. It was only when the boys hit the motel to grab their belongings, and the rest of yours, that Dean couldn’t take it anymore. He looked in his rear view mirror to see your face, each time he glanced you were there, haunting him. Your death was haunting him, reminding him of the fact he didn’t save you. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel in anger as Sam entered the impala.

As Dean rested his forehead on the cold steering wheel, he felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder. “Dean?” Sam worried

Dean shook his head as he pulled himself upright, a calloused hand running down his face “I can’t do it Sammy. I can’t bury another friend, I can’t let her go. I just can’t” With sullen green eyes, he looked towards Sam, mentally trying to block out the image of you on the back seat from his peripheral vision “I should have known there was another witch”

Sam shook his head gently, knowing too well what would be going through his brother’s head “We can’t think like that Dean”

“Then how am I meant to think Sam?” Dean snapped, the one hand that was still on the steering wheel tightening “I always told her that I had her back, no matter what”

“…and you did! Hell, we both did Dean” Sam interrupted “We couldn’t have known that a witch was going to be running that shop”

“But we should have!” Dean interjected “It’s our job Sammy, we’re hunters, we kill witches”

Silence fell over the Impala with Dean’s words. Exhaling a small puff of air through his nose, Dean’s focus went to the raindrops that had started to drip down his windshield. His mossy green eyes became glassy as he thought of the memories he had with you. He would do anything to see you smile again, hear your laugh. If he knew that being outside that shop was the last time he would ever see you, he would have thrown caution into the wind and kissed you with all the love he had in his soul. He would have stopped, just taken a moment, to memorise those little things about you that made you, you.

Sam watched his brother from the side, worry lines creasing his brow. He knew the regret Dean would be feeling from this. Sam was devastated that you were gone, you were his best friend. The moment he saw you on the floor, his heart grew heavy. When Dean couldn’t find a pulse, he stopped breathing. Even as a hunter, even with everything you’d been through and seen before, you still had an innocence about you. It was one of the reasons the boys wanted to keep you around. Sam smiled slightly, remembering how you would always put a positive spin on things, even if they had their asses handed to them. You would always know what to say.

With that Sam turned back towards his brother and spoke softly “Y/N wouldn’t want us doing this Dean, she wouldn’t want you feeling like this. We both know what she would say to us”

“Yeah” Dean smiled slightly, his eyes still trained on the windshield “Man up Winchester, no chick flick moments. Man, she would throw that quote at me any chance she got” He half chuckled “Either that or she would just kick our asses”

Sam chuckled too, nodding his head “Hey remember that time she caught us being all miserable just after that hunt with the leviathans?”

Dean threw his head back onto the headrest, staring at the roof of his car “Oh man, she tore us a new one”

“Yeah she did” Sam agreed “Remember what she said? ‘You’re the Winchesters, you guys stopped how many apocalypses? The she slid over the bottle of whiskey and said-”

“Take a seat, take a shot and shut the hell up’ She was a force to be reckoned with” Dean quoted you and felt his heart shatter a tiny bit more.

Each memory of you filled Dean with warmth, he had never known a woman like you. There were hunts where he wondered how on earth they had managed to survive before you. As a fresh wave of silence filled the impala, Dean placed his keys into the ignition and ignited Baby’s deep rumble. With one last look at your body on the backseat, Dean put his beloved car into drive and started the journey back to the bunker, his gruff voice uttering “Let’s take her home”

When they got back to the bunker, Dean turned off the impala’s engine and stared at the wall. Sam looked towards him and gave a disheartened small smile before opening the passenger door. The younger brother was about to open the rear door to where you were when Dean stopped him “Don’t Sammy, I’ll do it”

With a brief nod, Sam went on ahead and opened all the doors to make the path to your room easier for his older brother. Dean took a deep breath, his heart pounding. He had to gather himself, he had to be strong, he was always the strong one but he just didn’t know how he was going to face this situation. He had to get you back, somehow.

When he looked upon your face, his eyes stung with fresh tears. You looked peaceful. Like you had fallen asleep on the back seat just as you had many times before. Dean wouldn’t have the heart to wake you, so he would slowly pull you into his arms where you would gently stir just enough to assist him in holding you. But this time was different, you wouldn’t stir, you weren’t stirring. Dean pulled you into his arms and held you close as he carried you down through the bunker to your room. Sam watched on, trying to control his own grief for the sake of his brother. He was worried Dean was going to do something drastic, he needed help. They needed Castiels’ help.

Dean placed you down softly onto your bed, your Y/H/C hair splaying out onto the pillow beneath you. He hovered over you slightly, the smell of your favourite perfume lingering under his nose as he tried to memorise your features. You looked so peaceful. Sitting back onto the side of the bed, Dean took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing the back of yours softly. He was desperate for you to wake up, desperate to know that this wasn’t real, that it was all a sick reality that Gabriel had cooked up. But the more he looked at your still form, the more he realised that this was the true reality, this was real and it devastated him.

Choking back a sob, Dean brought your hand to his plump lips “Y/N you can’t leave us…leave me. Not like this” He whispered, resting his forehead against your hand “We still have so much to do, we need to go on that road trip in baby to the beach like I promised you, you also promised to make me and Sam the best damn pie we’ve ever tasted, you can’t go holding out on me sweetheart” He sniffed, wiping the tears that were currently staining his cheeks. His eyes never left your form, hoping that you could hear him “Y/N please, please just wake up” Dean pleaded, sorrow filling his voice as he leant forward to kiss your forehead, his hand now stroking your hair.

Your room was dimly lit, your bedside lamp being the only lighting when Sam stepped into your doorway. Clear evidence on his face that he too had been crying, mourning over his lost friend. When he and Dean first arrived back to the bunker, he thought it would be best to give Dean some time to grieve over you and giving him space was the best way to do that. An hour later however when Sam hadn’t heard any movement, he grew concerned and come looking for his older brother.

When Sam had approached your door, he saw his brother sitting at your bedside, his hand still in your hair. Softly knocking on the door, the youngest Winchester made his presence known. “Dean” Sam says calmly, making his way to your bedside, placing your bag of belongs at the foot of your bed.

Dean shook his head, a hand going through his hair for the hundredth time that day “How can she be gone? We need to call Cas, he could work something out with heaven or chuck or something to bring her back” He said, hurriedly standing to face Sam.

Sam looked towards his brother, taking in the pain that hid behind his green eyes. “Dean I’ve tried praying but he’s not answering” Half shrugging, he answered. Sam looked down towards you, a tear slipping down his cheek to which he quickly wiped away “Maybe…maybe it’s time we said goodbye, make preparations, it’s what she should want”

Dean looked broken as he shook his head towards his brother. He knew he had to say goodbye but he didn’t want it to be so final, he didn’t want to believe that it was final “Not yet Sammy, not tonight” Dean muttered as he took his place back at your bedside, almost as if to guard you from anything or anyone else.

Sam took note of this, worry bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He shifted his stance slightly, trying hard to not jump to conclusions “Dean, don’t go doing anything stupid”

“Not tonight, Sammy” Dean repeated, not even looking at his brother.

Sam nodded, wearing his concern like a mask “I’ll be in the library if you need me”

With that, Sam left you and Dean alone. Dean gave his brother a side glance as he watched him exit your room before sighing deeply. “Don’t do anything stupid” He muttered under his breath, leaning back in his chair and running both hands down his face. In his eyes, if it meant getting you back, it would be far from stupid.

Glancing around your room, Dean takes note of all of the globes you have collected over the years. Globes from France, Italy, Sweden and Scotland just to name a few. Some you had collected before you had met the boys, some you had purchased online after learning a few tricks of the credit card fraud trade from the boys. A smile made its way to Dean’s lips when he remembered how excited you got when you picked up the last globe from the mail office. It was only now he wished he had actually paid attention to the history and details you were telling him about it.

Looking to the end of the bed, Dean picked up the bag Sam brought in earlier which contained your belongings. He opened the zip and there, right on the top was the snow globe staring at him. Picking it up delicately in his large hands, he let his green eyes roam over it. “I never understood your fascination with these things sweetheart” Dean said quietly, still examining the globe, rotating it in his hand. He had to admit, this globe did have a particular charm about it. The way the glass was made, the delicate features, the little cabin inside surrounded by pine trees. It looked like a little romantic getaway.

Dean stopped rotating and held the globe tight with one hand, standing up to leave your room. He didn’t want to leave you, yet he couldn’t sit there and watch you not move either. With the globe in hand, he left your room and shut the door, making his way to his own room. Turning on his lights, he placed your globe on his nightstand, right next to where he slept. It made him feel like he you were still with him, that a part of you was still there and he found it comforting. However, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to feel numb, in fact he didn’t want to feel anything at all.

Reaching underneath his bed, he pulled out a box which held a 50 year old whiskey which you had conveniently acquired after a hunt at a gentlemen’s club. Dean always saved this whiskey for special occasions or for best but right now, he wanted to toast to your memory. As he opened the box and picked up the whiskey, his green orbs fell upon some polaroids you had taken a few months ago. You thought you had lost them but the truth was Dean had pocketed them in secret and hid them inside this box.

He began to pour himself whiskey after whiskey as he went through the photos. There were ones of you and Sam in the library, mid argument over how to organise all the books. Dean took those when you both weren’t looking and found it hilarious. There were photos of him, Sam and Cas that you had taken. Some serious, some not so as they all pulled stupid faces to wind you up. He smiled at that memory, you were so irritated at them but it didn’t last long. Second to last, Dean pulled out a photo of you and him. You had just thrown flour over him, mostly in his face when he was complaining about how you were making a pie. You, of course, found the image of Dean in covered in flour hilarious and you were laughing. One flour hand covering your mouth as you stared at Dean’s non impressed expression. Sam was the one to snap the photo and it was one of your favourite memories. Secretly, it was one of Dean’s too, which is why he swiped the photo when you weren’t looking.

Lastly, there was a photo of just you. No one knew Dean had this photo. It was taken when you went on a run for ice cream over the summer. Dean confiscated the camera from you as you wouldn’t stop taking photos of everything, claiming that it was important to keep these memories forever, no matter what happens. You said that they would tell somebody a story after you’d gone. So when you weren’t paying attention, sat on the bonnet of the impala looking over a lake, Dean spied his opportunity.

You looked so carefree, your hair blowing gently in the breeze, your aviators resting gently on your nose. They were just low enough so you could see that your eyes were closed, basking in the summer rays, a soft smile on your lips. It was Dean’s favourite photo of you. Period. Suddenly a surge of anger coursed through Dean’s veins making him throw his whiskey filled glass against the wall. He cried out, his drunken form falling backwards onto his bed, clutching that photo of you close to his chest. He’d failed you.

Thanks to the alcohol in his system, it wasn’t long till Dean fell into a deep sleep, the thought of you still racing through his mind. Unfortunately, even in his dreams, he couldn’t escape the pain of losing you.

Dean couldn’t understand it but he was back with you on the sidewalk, just outside the shop where you went in for the globe. He watched you as you entered the shop again but he felt like he was paralysed, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak. He needed to stop you, he needed to keep you safe. Internally, he was screaming. Screaming for you to turn around and look at him, he’d tell you that he wanted to buy you the globe, and that he would go in for you. Dean squeezed his eyes tight, willing with all the strength he had to move and go in after you. When he opened his eyes, you were in front of him, leaning over the counter looking at the globe.

He heard how you were asking questions, he watched as the witch noticed your tattoo and how she smiled grimly. “Y/N!” Dean shouted to warn you but it fell on deaf ears, you couldn’t hear him. The eldest Winchester paced forward as he saw the witch place her hand on yours “Sweetheart, no!” He cried, as loud as his voice would let him, his hands reaching out to grab you and pull you into his safe embrace.

It was of no use, he watched the witch take your life away and you collapsed once more in front of him “Y/N!” Dean screamed “Y/N! No!” He lunged forward, wanting to curl you into him, trying in any which way he could to revive you. Just as his hands connected with yours, he fell onto your bed in the bunker, his hands meeting nothing but your soft bed linen. “D, what are you screaming my name for? I’m right here” He heard you. Your voice like a light in his darkness.

Dean had never turned so quickly, his eyes frantically searching until they landed on you just casually strolling through your room, fresh from a shower. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, you were home and safe.

“The w-witch” He stuttered “She-she killed you”

You creased your brow and held a confused stare “Dean, we killed the witches” You stared back at him, towelling your hair “You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost”

Dean didn’t say anything, his heart hurt with emotion, he felt like it could burst. He wanted to rush to grab you into his arms, to hold you and never let go. However, just as the green eyed Winchester was about to make his move, to show you how much he had missed you, he felt the strongest pull on his soul. It was as if all of his energy was being drained, his power supply was running out and the colour was draining from his existence. He couldn’t breathe.

Dean frantically woke, sweat dripping down his forehead as he sat straight up. His chest heaving with each breath but he couldn’t wait, he saw you. He felt you. “Y/N!” Dean shouted gruffly, trying to get his breath as he was hurriedly getting off his bed. Not caring about any noise that he was making, Dean ran down the hallway to your room and swung your door open, fully expecting to see you there like he did in his dream. However you hadn’t moved, you were still lying motionless on the bed in the exact same position he left you. Dean shook his head as he leant on your door way, panicking. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening, he saw you, and you had spoken to him.

He rushed to your side, his hands not knowing where to touch you, his mind hazy with what he had just seen “Y/N sweetheart, I know you’re in there” Dean says gently, desperation dripping from his words “Come on, wake up for me”

All the commotion Dean was making had caused Sam to stir from his position in the library, his face planted on the table, surrounded by books. Suddenly alert, Sam wasted no time in rushing to your room, to where his brother was. When he looked through your open doorway, he saw his brother leaning over your body, frantically touching and shaking you.

Sam creased his brow in confusion “Dean? What are yo-”

“Sam, she’s alive!” Dean interrupted, whipping his head around to face his brother.

Sam changed his stance, his hands loosely gesturing exasperation “Dean. Come on man”

“I mean it Sammy, go call Cas again or s-something but I know she’s alive. I…I-I saw it, Y/N, standing right in here” Deans tone was sharp and to the point as he turned around to look back at you.

This revelation made Sam stand up straight, taking a few steps closer towards you and his brother, his mind reeling with possibilities “What?! When?!”

“Just, like 5 minutes ago– I was dreaming and”

“Dean” Sam sighed, effectively cutting off Dean’s sentence “I miss her too, I really do but it was just your mind playing tricks on you. You need to get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow”

Dean hung his head, how could his own brother not believe him? “Dammit Sammy, just give me a day, we’ve had less to go on” He pleaded as he stood up straight, his gaze switching between you and Sam “Please”

Sam swallowed hard, he wanted to comfort his brother as best as he could but he knew you couldn’t stay in your room for long. Your body was in the decomposition process and in a few days, it wouldn’t be a sight either of them would want to see. However to appease his brother, he loosely nodded and gestured to the door of your room “Come on Dean, get some sleep, we’ll discuss it fresh in the morning” With that Dean left you, Sam close behind him after closing your bedroom door.

You felt cold, your head felt heavy. With your eyes still closed, you brought your hands up to your forehead, trying to ease the pain that was currently swimming through your brain. Bringing your hands down to your sides, you pushed yourself up and looked around your surroundings, your eyes adjusting to the dim light. The room around you was cold, dark and empty. There were white curtains adorning wide open windows, the walls thick with logs. You looked around to find a stone fireplace, a bathroom and a bedroom with one double bed. You frowned.

“Guys?!” You called out, desperately searching for the Winchester brothers, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to try and preserve some warmth, your breath misty.

When there was no answer, you walked towards the window, moving the white curtains to peer outside. What greeted you, took your breath away. Tall pine trees littered the front yard, snow adorning all of them and they were as far as you could see. There was a gentle snowstorm, white flakes dusting the ground and as you looked up towards the sky, you noticed the twinkling lights of the stars.

You frowned, panic rising within you as you stepped back harshly from the window. You had no idea what was going on or where you were. You swung open the heavy log door before stepping out into the snow, your arms cradling your body as you were still dressed as before.

“Hello?!” You shouted as loud as you possible could, your eyes scanning every direction but there was no reply. It was deadly silent.

Sam paced back to the library, his hand running through his chestnut hair. He was concerned about Dean, about how he was acting. He was just hoping that his brother would be able to get a good night’s sleep so he would wake in the morning with a clearer head.

However, little did Sam know, that Dean was right. You were, in fact, very much alive.

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