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amanda-teaches · 4 years

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Take a Drunk Girl Home

Summary: Dean’s night out the bar gets a little more interesting when he runs into a girl who might need a little saving.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Bed Sharing for @spnfluffbingo2019, @spngenrebingo, and @spndeanbingo

Word Count: 1869

Warnings: Soft Dean, Protective Dean, Caring Dean, the kind of Dean we all want to fall in love with, fluff, minor swearing

A/N: This is a little bit of an unconventional way to fill this square, but I am so very much in love with it. I hope you are too. It’s based off the song Drunk Girl by Chris Janson, and there are lyrics interspersed throughout.

Dean was sitting at the bar, his elbows resting on the warped plywood, his head in his hands. As he nursed his third beer of the night, he felt like something shifted in the air around him, and he glanced up. His eyes drifted across the room before falling on her, a small smile finding its way to his face.

She was gorgeous, that was for sure, but that wasn’t what drew his attention. It was the way she moved, dancing with her eyes closed like she was the only one in the room. She was bouncing like a pinball, singing along to every song. All the words were wrong, but she kept singing, bopping around the room without a care in the world.

He took in her hair, a perfect mess, and her little-too-tight dress, and he realized what he was looking at. Either a bachelorette or coming off a breakup. His eyes drifted to her hand, taking in the large number of cover charge stamps decorating it and he sighed, putting two and two together.

“Definitely a break-up,” he muttered, confirming his suspicions by scanning the bar and finding a noticeable lack of friends around her. He kept his eyes on her as he took another swig of beer, watching as she continued to twirl around the room, stumbling around on her high heels. She nearly fell once, and he jumped up, ready to intervene, but she caught herself, staggering back to grab her drink off the table.

She downed it in one gulp and then closed her eyes again, throwing out her arms and spinning in a circle. Dean chuckled and turned to the bartender. “Hey, Joe, you know that girl over there?”

Joe followed the path of his pointed finger and shook his head. “Naw, but I know she’s had a lot to drink. I’m gonna have to call her a cab.”

“Don’t bother,” Dean said with a smile, slamming a twenty down on the bar as he stood up. “I got it.”

“You sure?” Joe questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Dean nodded, already halfway to the dance floor. “Yeah, I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

He turned his head, focusing his full attention on the beautiful woman still swaying drunkenly in front of him. To his left, he could see a tall man with a preppy, little skinny tie heading her way, and he threw him a hard glare, cutting him off at the pass. Within a few more long-legged steps, he was by her side, but he hesitated, placing his hand out as if she was coaxing an easily-spooked deer. “Um, hey...”

She whirled around like a whip, her eyes flying open and meeting his, wild irises, clouded over from the alcohol, struggling to focus. “Wh...at are you?” she stammered, her speech slurring slightly as she blinked a few times, squinting her eyes. “A male model or sometin’?”

He couldn’t help but laugh as he shook his head to correct her. “No, just a guy. I came over here because wanted to make sure you…”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she screamed, her voice rising far above the music, her hands flying out in front of her. “Who moved the floor?”

“Okay then…” Dean sighed, reaching out to grip her elbow, steadying her. “Can I call someone for you? A friend or boyfriend...”

“Boyfriend!” she snorted, brushing his hand away and doubling over with laughter. “Ha! Not a chance, not after what he did. He wishes!”

“Um, okay…” Dean whispered, watching as her face fell, sadness washing over her. “Maybe someone else?”

She shook her head, straightening her shoulders resolutely. “No. ‘Sides, I don’t need a knight in shining farmer.” She spun back around, throwing her head back and her hands up into the air. “I’m perpect...perbect...perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

“Sure you are,” Dean said with an indulging smile. “But, just the same, maybe we should…”

Before he could finish, she spun around once more, coming to a stop with a whispered “whoa”. She made eye contact with him for the briefest of seconds, her eyes rolling from side to side. “I, uh, I don’ think I feel so good.” And, with just enough warning for him to reach out his arms to catch her, her eyes drifted shut, and she collapsed into his arms.

“Great,” Dean groaned, lifting her up with ease and gently settling her over his shoulder. “Why do they always gotta pass out?”

Thirty minutes, and a quick check of her wallet, later, Dean was standing outside of Y/N’s door, cradling her still sleeping form in his arms. He adjusted her slightly, pausing as she softly groaned, before he used her key to unlock the door, pushing it open with his foot.

He protected her head with his hand as he stepped inside, making sure to turn carefully with her in his arms before closing the door. He moved quietly down the small entryway, his eyes quickly adjusting to the shadowed darkness.

He quickly established that the first door he stopped at was a bathroom, so he kept walking, moving towards the door at the end of the hall. When he passed the threshold, he aimed straight for the well-made, inviting bed, placing her down on it gently. She stirred a little before curling in on herself, her eyes remaining closed.

He smiled, stopping just to watch her for a moment, her chest rising and falling steadily. Her hair had fallen in front of her eyes, and, without even thinking, he reached down and brushed it away, his breath catching as he realized what he was doing. He closed his eyes, shaking his head ever so slightly, and straightened back up, turning towards the door.

“Wait…”

The voice was whisper soft, and he almost didn’t hear it, but he did, stopping mid-step. He spun back around to find her sitting up, staring at him. “You brought me home.”

It was almost more of a question than a statement, so he nodded his head. “I wanted to make sure you got here okay.”

“And, now, you’re leaving?”

The vulnerability in her voice shocked him to his core, and, as his eyes connected with hers, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. “I, uh, I guess I could stay for a bit.”

He moved slowly to the other side of the bed, much more hesitantly than before, and sat down gingerly on the edge. Without warning, her fingers lightly touched the base of his shoulder blade, and he felt like he’d been burned, quickly jumping back up and stepping away from the bed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, moving until she was sitting on her knees, staring after him.

He paced around for a few seconds, raking his hands through his hair. “I should go. You need to sleep, and we barely know each other…”

“Don’t you want me?”

His head whipped around to meet hers, his heart falling at the broken expression on her face. Damn, he wanted to kill her ex for making her look like that.

He took a deep breath and walked towards her, sitting down on the bed next to her and gently resting his hand on her cheek. She leaned into it almost instinctively, shutting her eyes and breathing him in. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice as soft as the wind. “You’ve had a lot to drink. As much as I want to stay, and, God, do I want to, I can’t. It wouldn’t be right.”

She opened her eyes, and he inhaled sharply at the tears he saw reflected in them. “I know you don’t believe it right now, but nothing good would come from me staying here tonight. You deserve a whole hell of a lot better than some drunken one night stand, Y/N.”

He leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss to her forehead, gently laying her down as he did, until her head hit the pillow beneath her. He sat back up and grabbed the blanket next to him, carefully placing it on top of her and smiling as he watched her close her eyes and snuggle into it. Standing up, he, once again, made his way to the doorway.

“Hey, knight in shining armor?”

His grin widened, and he paused, his hand on the doorknob. “Yeah?”

“Thank you for saving me.”

“You’re welcome,” he answered quietly, looking back at her one last time and drinking her in before he closed the door behind him and walked back down the hallway.

He took her keys out of his pocket and placed them on the counter by the front door. His hand lingered as he thought of the way she’d looked at him, the way her hand had felt against him. He may have picked up the life she threw on the floor, but she’d done a hell of a lot more for him.

On the spur of the moment, he took an old receipt out of his pocket, smoothing out the crumpled paper and grabbing a nearby pen. He scrawled his name and number on it and left it by the phone, turning to go before he could second guess himself. Leaving the hall lights on, he walked out and locked the door, the slip of paper he’d left behind staying as a last sign of hope.

The next morning, he groaned as he rolled out of bed, smoothing over his tousled hair and making his way into the bunker’s cold kitchen. Sam must’ve already been up and out, because there was a pre-made pot of coffee waiting for him. He smiled and grabbed it, pouring a cup. Looking over at the phone he’d left on the table last night, he raised his eyebrow when he noticed it was blinking. Grabbing it, he pressed play on the message, grinning even wider when he realized who it was from.

“Hey...I, um, I wanted to thank you for last night. You went above and beyond the random-guy-at-a-bar call of duty, and I will forever be grateful. I’ve been, uh, going through a rough time lately, as I’m sure you noticed, and I think you were exactly what I needed last night....Dean.” She paused, but he could hear the smile in her voice as she said his name. “I figured I’d go out last night and meet some boys who could take my mind off it, but you showed me the difference between a boy and a man. Thank you for being a man.” Another pause, this time a little longer. “Um...if you’re up to it, I’d really love to buy you a drink to show you how much it meant to me. Maybe something non-alcoholic this time,” she laughed. “Coffee? Let me know.”

He didn’t even let the message finish before he was redialing her number, his own cup of coffee long forgotten on the counter. He smiled into the phone as he waited for her to pick up, imagining the sound of her voice on the other end.

He wasn’t sure what exactly would come from this, but he knew one thing: he’d never been so damn grateful to take a drunk girl home.

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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Whatever You Say

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1450 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo2019, @spnkinkbingo

Squares Filled: Director’s AU (Fluff), Daddy Kink (Kink)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Daddy Kink, smut, a little bit of bdsm.

“No, cut!” Jensen called out, his voice full of aggravation. It was at least the 6th time he had called cut, not happy with the way the scene was going.

Relaxing your shoulders, you stayed on your mark, knowing that he would make his demands before heading back behind the camera.

Sure enough, he came striding around, his long, jean clad legs eating up the distance between him and you. His henley had come unbuttoned, his hat turned backward. And you couldn’t help the shiver of anticipation that slid down your spine as you waited for his direction.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He asked, his jaw ticking in annoyance. “Aren’t you listening to a word I’m saying?”

You didn’t want to admit that you hadn’t been. You had been too caught up in the way he took control, demanding that things be done a certain way. It had ignited this spark in you that you didn’t even realize you had. And you hated standing here, with people watching when you wanted nothing more than to take Jensen back to his trailer.

“Y/N!” Jensen exclaimed.

“I’m sorry, I was distracted,” you answered, your tongue darting out to your bottom lip, his eyes catching the movement.

“You’ve been distracted all day,” he muttered, fixing his ball cap. “Let’s take a break, maybe you’ll be ready to film when we come back. Be back in an hour everyone! Ready to work!”

You hurried off the set, thankful for the break, hoping that some time to yourself would calm yourself down. You would have tried a cold shower, but the makeup department would have hated you for that.

Your trailer was on the other side of Jensen’s. It was small and cozy, and you often found yourself relaxing in there in front of the fire. Stepping inside, you pressed the button, turning on the fake flames before pulling a cold bottle of water from the fridge. Taking a long drink, you tried to ignore the heat pooling in your lower abdomen.

Seeing Jensen all bossy and assertive had given you all sorts of ideas. The two of you had been a couple for almost a year, and while your sex life was anything but stale, you hadn’t ventured past the normal lovemaking.

“Y/N, what the hell was that?” Jensen asked as he barged into your trailer. You could see how tight his jaw was, and you knew he was not happy with you.

“It’s all your fault!” You exclaimed. “You were so freaking hot, being there with your backward ball cap, and bossy attitude. I couldn’t help but think…,”

“Think what?” His voice went lower as he stepped closer to you, and you knew you had to take a chance. You still had almost an hour left before you were due back on set, and if you didn’t make a move now, you didn’t think you would ever be brave enough again.

“I couldn’t help but think that I wanted you to...to take control right now. Over me,” You finished, blushing slightly.

He seemed slightly taken back, and you wondered if you had made a mistake. But then a smile slowly filtered on his face, full of promise, full of temptation. “You want to play that way?”

Your heart racing, you nodded. “Yes...Daddy.”

You had never expected to say those words. Never in this context. But it seemed to fit the mood, and Jensen’s nostrils flared, his hands clenched tightly in fists at his side. “Good girl. Why don’t you start by slipping out of those clothes. Don’t want to get your work clothes dirty.”

Of course, your character wore layers, much like everyone on Supernatural. First came the leather jacket, then the flannel shirt, leaving you in a plain black tank top, jeans and your boots. Bending down, you started to unlace your boots when you felt Jensen come up behind you, his hands holding tight to your hips. “I love this view,” he said, pulling you back against him, his erection straining against his jeans. “Maybe I should just pull your jeans down and fuck you like this.”

“You’re the boss,” you whispered, not moving, letting him make all the moves.

“Shoes off,” he insisted, stepping back, leaving you disappointed. Your boots came off, your jeans quickly following, getting folded nicely and placed on the counter. Jensen reached over, making sure your door was locked before he sank down on your couch, spreading his legs. “Come here.”

You started to walk over, but he pointed to the floor. Getting down on your hands and knees, you waited for his next direction. Patting his thighs, he beckoned you closer. “Why don’t you see how excited you’ve made me.”

Licking your bottom lip, you undid the buttons of his jeans. He helped you pull his jeans and boxers down, freeing his impressive length. “Good girl,” he praised. “Now suck.”

You had never imagined you would be this hot with getting ordered around, but you were dripping wet, ready to do whatever he asked. Wrapping your hand around the base, you bent down, barely taking the tip of him into your mouth. “I didn’t ask you to tease. You’ve been doing it all damn day,” he muttered. “Now what did I ask you to do?”

“Suck,” you mumbled around him, your eyes peering up to see his green ones full of lust.

“Then get to it.”

“Yes Daddy,” you muttered, feeling him twitch in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you slid down until you felt him pressing against your neck. Breathing through your mouth, you let him take your hair, guiding you up and down on his cock. Running your tongue along the vein underneath, you tried controlling your gag reflex, letting him push you past your comfort zone. “That’s my girl,” he praised you, pressing you down until your nose touched his skin. “Such a good cock sucker.”

The dirty words had never been something you had used in the bedroom, but they had you squirming on your knees, needing something to ease the ache between your legs. “As much as I’m loving this, we don’t have enough time for games,” Jensen sighed before he pulled you off of him. Taking a deep breath, you knelt back on your knees, waiting for his next directive.

“Come have a seat,” he ordered, patting his thighs. “But first, take those panties off.”

Sliding off your black lace bikinis, you straddled Jensen’s thighs, feeling his erection brushing against your folds. “Ready to go for a ride?” He asked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Nodding, you reached down, taking his cock in your hand, lining it up with your entrance. With your gaze caught in his, you sank down, sheathing him fulling inside you, filling you to the brim.

Groaning, you rocked your hips, loving the feel of him inside you, easing some of that ache.

“Get riding,” he insisted. “We don’t have much time.”

Arching your back and bracing your knees, you began rocking your hips. Back and forth, rubbing your clit against his pelvis bone. Never moving up, keeping him sheathed deep inside you.

Jensen’s hands had reached down, holding tight to your hips, no doubt leaving bruises. He helped set the pace, lifting you up before bringing you back down hard enough it was almost pain like pleasure. His eyes were closed, his head tipped back as you drove both of you crazy. You could feel him twitching inside you, and you clamped down hard, your folds tight against his skin. “Oh fuck!” He exclaimed, his hips arching off the couch as he spurted deep inside you, bringing on your own climax.

Breathing heavily, you let him pull you off his lap, cuddling against his side. You only had twenty minutes before you were due back on set, but you weren’t sure your legs would hold you up to make the walk back. “I don’t know what the hell brought that on, but I liked it.”

“You were being bossy, and it was hot,” You exclaimed. “All I could think about was you bossing me about in the bedroom. I never realized we would both enjoy it.”

“I enjoyed it. A lot,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Maybe we can explore it a little more tonight?”

“I’d like that,” you yawned.

Standing up, Jensen fixed his jeans. “And hopefully now, you can concentrate on work.”

He tossed your clothes towards you. “I’m not so sure about that,” you admitted. “Not with the promise of tonight to look forward to.”

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supernatural-fangirl1967 · 4 years

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Through the Fire - Part 2

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Single Parent!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of domestic abuse, Fluff

Word Count: 2,521

Square Filled: Single Parent AU (Fluff Bingo)

A/N: This is part 2 of Through the Fire. Let me know what you think! This was written for @spnfluffbingo2019.

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"Evie, don't do that, honey," you tell her as you push the shopping cart over to her.

"But, Momma, I want cereal."

"Okay, but you need to tell me, not start climbing the shelves."

She hops down, but she sees something that causes her little eyes to widen before she takes off running towards the other end of the aisle.

"Evie!" you yell before sighing and taking off after her. When you round the corner and see what, or rather who, she took off after, you stop in your tracks. "Dean?"

He looks up at you from where he's knelt down on the ground in front of your daughter. "(Y/N)," he smiles. "I, uh... I think you lost someone."

"Yeah, I think I did," you reply before giving Evie a stern look. "What have I told you about running off like that?"

"I wanted to say hi to Mr. Dean."

"That's fine, but it's the same thing as with you climbing the shelves. You need to tell me first."

"Yes, Momma," she sulks.

You take a deep breath. "You're not in trouble, okay? Just please don't do that again."

"Yes, Ma'am," Evie replies before taking off again.

"Now where are you going?"

"Right here," she replies as she stops in front of the candy. You sigh and shake your head. Dean laughs as he stands up to face you.

"She seems like a little firecracker."

"You don't even know the half of it," you smile.

"How's your ankle?" Dean asks.

"It's fine," you reply. "Wasn't broken, so I was able to get back to work pretty fast. Good thing too. We wouldn't have been able to make it very long with all my money going towards rent and... And you don't wanna hear me complaining."

"No, you're fine," Dean smiles.

"Seriously, there has to be something I can do to..."

"Stop," Dean tells you as he holds a hand up. "(Y/N), it's like I said back at the hospital. I should be thanking you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" you ask him. Dean just shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it."

"Mommy, I'm hungry," Evie announces as she comes running back over to you.

"Okay," you reply before looking back at Dean. "I guess we'd better get going."

"Alright," Dean says.

Evie waves up at him. "Bye, Mr. Dean."

Dean laughs and waves back at her. "Bye, sweetheart. But, uh, you can drop the Mr. if you want. Dean will work just fine."

"Okay," she smiles as you both turn to walk off.

"Hey, uh, (Y/N)? There actually is something you can do for me," Dean says before you get very far.

"What's that?" you ask him.

"Let me take you out for dinner."

Your heart starts pounding, and your cheeks start getting hot. "Um... I-I don't know, Dean. I'm not really looking for..."

"Neither am I," he says quickly. "I just thought that maybe... Tell you what. I'll give you my phone number, and you can call me if you change your mind. And if you don't, then I'll leave you alone."

You think about it for a moment before handing him your phone. He quickly types his number in before handing it back to you.

"There," he says. "Should I be concerned that I'm now the only contact that you have?"

You laugh a bit. "I promise I'm not a loner. I just haven't had time to add all my contacts back since my phone was destroyed in the fire."

"Mommy."

"I'd better go before she starves," you joke.

"Yeah," Dean nods. "I'll, uh, see you around, (Y/N)."

"Maybe," you smile. "Bye, Dean." You take Evie's hand and look back at Dean one more time before walking off. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Mommy, watch the movie," Evie says as she looks up at you.

"Sorry, baby girl," you tell her as you turn your attention back to the movie you're supposed to be watching with her. You wait until her attention is back on the T.V. before looking back down at your phone. Your thumb hovers over Dean's name, but you can't quiet bring yourself to click on it. Not after recent circumstances.

"Momma," Evie whines.

"I know," you smile as you turn your phone off and set it aside. "I'm sorry. I'll leave it alone now."

Evie nods her head before curling up further against you. You pull her over into your lap and wrap your arms around her. You know you need to be taking in these moments, and not thinking about some guy you barely know. Even if he did save both of your lives.

It's not long until Evie starts to feel like dead-weight in your arms, and you look down to see that she's asleep. You pick her up and carry her upstairs, tucking her in and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. You walk back downstairs to the living room and sigh when you see your phone still sitting there on the couch. You pick it up and stare at the blank screen for a moment, only looking away when you hear something outside.

You look up, jumping when you see the silhouette of someone standing in your front yard. You know it's probably nothing. Just someone hanging around the apartment and being creepy. But you don't want to take your chances.

You unlock your phone and start dialing 9-1-1, but you decide against it. You know what could happen if you do that. You realize there's only one other option, and you really wish you had the nerve. When the person outside starts walking towards your door, you decide to throw your dignity out the window for a moment.

You know there's no turning back now when you click on his name. And you know it's really set in stone when you hear his voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello?"

"Dean..."

"(Y/N)! Did you already change your mind?"

"Listen, I have a favor to ask," you say as you start quickly closing all of the curtains. "I know I have no right to ask for anything after what you've already done for me, especially since we don't know each other very well..."

"(Y/N), what's going on?" Dean asks. "You sound panicked."

"There's someone outside my apartment."

"What's your address?"

You quickly ramble it off as you make sure that all the doors are locked. "Dean, I know this is a lot to ask, and I understand if you can't or don't want to come."

"Hey, I'm on my way right now," he tells you. "(Y/N), I promise that I don't mind coming over to check everything out, but I have to ask. Why did you call me instead of 9-1-1?"

"I have my reasons," you say. "Listen, you don't have to..."

"No, no, no. I'm telling you, (Y/N), I don't mind. I'll be there in like five minutes."

"Okay," you breathe out. "I'm gonna hang up now. I gotta go check on Evie."

"Just hang on, sweetheart. I'm almost there."

"Thank you," you tell him before hanging up the phone. You rush upstairs to Evie's room, and you let out a breath of relief when you see that she's sound asleep.

After a few minutes, you hear someone knocking on your front door. You go to your bedroom and look out the window and down at your front door to see Dean standing there on the small porch. You quickly go back downstairs and head over to the front door.

"Thank you," you tell Dean as soon as you open the door.

"Hey, it's no problem," he tells you. "I didn't see anyone, but I did see footprints in the dirt under your window." You swallow hard and nod your head.

"Listen, I'm sorry I called you so late."

"It's only ten-thirty," he tells you. "But you do realize that I can't just leave you now, right?"

"Dean..."

"I'll stay out in my car and keep an eye on everything."

"No, you won't."

"(Y/N), you're obviously shaken up," Dean points out. "And what if whoever it was decides to return?"

"Okay," you say slowly. "You can come in for a while, but you are not sitting out here in your car all night long."

You move out of the doorway, and Dean hesitantly walks into your living room. You shut the door behind him, quickly locking it before turning to face Dean.

"Where's Evie?"

"Upstairs sleeping," you reply.

"Good," Dean says as he nods his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah," you reply slowly. "At least I think so."

"Whoever was out there tonight, did it look like anybody you know?"

"No," you reply as you shake your head. "I mean, I didn't get a good look at them, but it definitely didn't look like who I thought... anybody I know."

"What was you getting ready to say?" Dean asks you.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were getting ready to say that the person didn't look like who you thought it was."

"No," you lie. "I... That's not what..."

"(Y/N)," Dean says as he raises an eyebrow at you. "Tell me the truth, sweetheart. Why didn't you call 9-1-1?"

"Okay," you sigh as you sit down on the couch, motioning for Dean to take a seat as well. He sits down on the other end of the couch, turning to face you. "I can't believe I'm about to tell this to a stranger."

"Well, like you said. I did save your life, so I'm technically not a stranger."

You smile a bit and shake your head. "I have a feeling that you won't leave me alone until I tell you anyways."

"Nope," Dean replies.

"Okay." You take a deep breath. "Before I tell you this, I am in no way looking for pity or for you to feel sorry for me."

Dean puts his hands up and shakes his head. "I promise."

"Good," you smile before turning serious. "I just recently got out of a bad relationship. And by 'bad relationship' I mean I was... I am married to a guy who's abusive."

Dean's eyes widen a bit. "You're married?"

"Technically," you reply. "The divorce isn't final yet. We had been married a year when I found out I was pregnant with Evie. He changed after she was born. He said she wasn't what he had imagined, and it was all my fault since I'm her mother and I carried her for nine months."

"Idiot," Dean mutters.

"Trust me, it gets worse," you tell him. "He started hitting me when Evie would cry for more than an hour, which happened quiet often because she had a lot of stomach aches when she was a baby. I ignored it, because I didn't think I could raise her on my own.

"And then he started to take it out on her. When she was two, she was being a kid and threw a tantrum for a toy or something she was wanting and he smacked her right across the face. That's when I decided enough was enough, and I left. He found me, made my life miserable, and forced me to come back to him."

"How did he force you?"

"He threatened me with a custody battle," you tell Dean. "I couldn't take the chance on losing my baby girl, and he knew that. He said he'd drop it if I moved back, so I did. The abuse stopped for a while, but it was all already ruined. The trust, the love, it was all gone. And then one night, he came home drunk, and I ended up with a new scar."

"I feel like I'm asking this a lot, but why didn't you call 9-1-1?" Dean asks you.

You shake your head. "I couldn't. It wouldn't do me no good."

"Do you have something against cops?"

"Not at all," you reply as you shake your head again. "Other than the fact that he is one."

"Oh," Dean says as his eyes widen.

"Everytime I call, I'm terrified that he'll be the one who shows up. And the few times that I did call on him, they didn't believe me, and I got made fun of. Everyone down at the police station probably thinks I'm insane because of all the stories he's told them about me."

"I have to admit something," Dean begins. "I kind of already knew part of the story."

Your eyes widen. "How?"

"Evie told me the night of the fire," Dean says. "She mentioned something about her Dad hurting you both, and then at the hospital when I said that she told me things I probably have no business knowing, she was showing me all of her bruises."

You close your eyes and let a few tears fall. "You should go."

"(Y/N), I'm sorry if I've said something wrong."

"No," you say quickly as you both stand up. "No. I... I shouldn't have called you in the first place."

"Yes, you should have," Dean tells you. "You were scared, (Y/N), and you were trying to protect Evie."

"It's not going to do me any good anyways," you tell Dean. "He's just going to find me again. He already has."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"The fire," you begin, "it wasn't an accident. It was set intentionally, and even though it's been proven that he did it, he's convinced everyone I'm setting him up. I've already gotten calls from his cop buddies telling me to quit trying to ruin his life. I'm sure that by now I'm probably a joke at the fire department too."

"Actually, you're not," Dean says before thinking about it. "Trust me."

"And how would you know?" you ask him.

Dean takes a deep breath. "Because that's where I work."

You go silent for a moment as you take in what he just said.

"Oh," you breathe out. "So the night of the fire..."

"I was off duty," Dean replies.

"Oh," you say again. "So what did you mean when you told me that you should be thanking me?"

"You know what, I really should be going," Dean says as he starts back over to the door.

"Seriously?" you ask him. "I just told you my story, and now you're just going to leave?"

"Yeah," Dean replies as if it's an obvious answer. "It gives me another reason to see you again."

You laugh a bit and shake your head at him. "Fine," you reply. "But you're going to answer my question one day."

"(Y/N), if you need me again, do not hesitate to call me," Dean tells you. "I mean it. Put me on speed dial."

"I will," you promise.

"Good," Dean smiles. "G'night, sweetheart."

"Goodnight, Dean." He smiles at you one last time before walking out the door and pulling it shut behind him. You lock it back before going over to the window to watch Dean pull out of your driveway, immediately wishing that he hadn't left.

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Just Tell Me it Was Real

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Bit of angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6,934

Square Filled: Time Travel (Fluff Bingo)

Square Filled: Castiel (Dean Bingo)

A/N: This was written or @spnfluffbingo2019, and @spndeanbingo.

Dean knows something isn't right. He was supposed to go just a few days into the past and correct a mistake he made. A mistake he immediately regretted. But this wasn't what he was expecting.

None of his surroundings are familiar. He's found himself standing outside of a beautiful two-storied home that looks much like the one he's so often imagined himself living in when he dreams about a perfect, apple pie life.

All Dean knows is that something went wrong. He has no clue where he's at, or even what time period he's in. And he certainly doesn't know who the little boy running down the concrete walkway towards him is.

"Daddy!" the little boy yells before jumping into Dean's arms.

Daddy? Dean thinks to himself as he settles the young one onto his hip. "Hey, buddy," Dean says with a smile, not wanting his confusion to shatter the little boy's enthusiasm.

"Guess what we did today!"

Dean decides to play along. "What did you do?" Dean can't help but to laugh at the wide-eyed innocence as the little boy tells him about the day's adventures with opened-arm gestures and a voice that squeaks with excitement every now and then. The boy stops to take a deep breath before continuing, but another voice cuts him off before he can go on.

"Let Daddy in the door before you start telling stories."

Dean completely freezes at the sound. He's heard that voice only one other time, and it sends his heart pounding in his chest.

"Aww," the little boy protests. "But, Momma..."

"Come inside and wash your hands for dinner. You can finish your story then."

The little boy perks up at the sound of permission to continue his tale. "Okay!" He starts wiggling around in Dean's arms, and Dean bends down to let the little boy go. As soon as Dean releases his hold, the little legs take off running just as fast as they can.

Dean watches as the little boy runs inside, but he keeps his eyes glued to the ground. He takes a few deep breaths before he finally gets the courage to look at your face.

"Are you just gonna stand there all day, or are you going to come in and act like you know us?" you ask him as you walk a little further out onto the porch.

"I... Um..." Dean swallows hard past the lump in his throat before trying again. "Sorry." He walks towards you with an almost nervous look on his face. Once he gets close enough, you wrap your arms around his neck and hide your face in his shoulder. Dean freezes again, and his eyes go wide. It takes him a moment to realize what's happening before he hesitantly returns the embrace.

"I missed you today," you breathe out.

"Um... Y-Yeah... I..." Dean pulls you back a bit and takes a deep breath. "Um, (Y-Y-Y/N), right?"

You give Dean a confused look and raise an eyebrow at him. "Dean, have you been drinking?"

"No. No," Dean says quickly as he shakes his head at you. "I just, uh... I'm just tired."

"Oh, are you sure that's all? Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine." Dean gives you the most convincing smile he can manage right now, but inside he's panicking. What on earth is going on?

"Okay," you say softly. "Why don't you come on in and rest before we eat?"

Dean nods his head before crossing the porch. He doesn't dare go through the front door until you open it and enter the house first. Dean takes a quick glance around the yard before walking on in the house behind you.

Dean's immediately met with a squeal, and he turns his head to the left to see a little girl standing up in a play pen and reaching out for him. You head on into the kitchen, but Dean just stands there in the doorway looking at the light-headed toddler who desperately wants him to pick her up.

"Dada!"

Are you kidding me? Dean thinks as he walks over to the play pen. He bends over and picks up the little girl, holding her little body close to him. As soon as she looks up at Dean with green eyes that perfectly mirror his, he knows he's a goner.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dean says softly as he brushes some hair out of the girl's face. This is wrong, Dean tells himself. I've gotta figure out how to get home. I need to figure out what went wrong. But it's like something is pulling him further and further into this reality. He doesn't know why, but this all just feels right, no matter how wrong he knows it is.

Dean's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't hear you calling for him.

"Dean. Dean." You repeat his name a few times before walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Dean." He jumps a bit before turning to face you. Something in his expression makes you feel uneasy. "Dinner's ready," you inform him. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah," Dean replies as he nods his head. "Why do you ask?"

"You're looking at our daughter like you've never met her before," you tell him. Dean just looks at you as if he doesn't know what to say, and you take a deep breath. "Alright, why don't you take Luna on into the kitchen, and I'll go check on little man upstairs."

"Luna," Dean says as he quickly looks from your daughter resting in his arms to you. "That's a... pretty name."

"Well, I would hope you think so," you laugh. "You are the one who picked it out."

"Yeah. Yeah. Right," Dean says quickly. "I, um... Yeah, I knew that."

You open your mouth to say something, but decide against it for now. Instead, you head on upstairs, leaving Dean standing in the living room with Luna in his arms.

"Okay," Dean breathes out. "Calm down. This is just another day for you." He looks down at your little girl and smiles a bit. "Alright. You ready to eat?"

"Mmm," Luna replies as her eyes widen, causing Dean to laugh a bit. He carries her into the kitchen and walks over to the high chair. "No!" the toddler protests as she wraps her arms around Dean's neck. "Dada."

"Okay. Okay. I gotcha," Dean says softly as he sits down at the table with Luna in his lap. When the little boy comes running into the kitchen and climbs up into the chair beside of Dean, one thing runs through Dean's mind. What have I gotten myself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Well," you say softly as you enter the nursery. "Hunter is out." Dean has to bite his tongue to keep from laughing at the ironic name. "You did great with them today."

Dean can't help but to smile when he thinks about the squeals and laughter it took to get the two ready for bed. "I had lots of practice," he replies, remembering the similiar routine he always went through with Sam when they were younger. Dean looks down at the little girl in his arms and takes a deep breath. He knows he needs to figure out what's going on, but maybe a few more minutes won't hurt.

"You know, the kids might not be able to notice anything, but you're not fooling me," you tell him. "There's something bothering you."

Dean just shakes his head at you. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay," you sigh, knowing all too well that he's not going to talk. "I'm going to head on to bed. You coming?"

"Later," Dean says. "You go on."

You look at Luna and shake your head. "You do know she's asleep."

"Yeah, I know." Dean finally looks up at you and smiles a bit. "I just can't put her down yet."

"No wonder she's such a Daddy's girl," you tease. "Alright. Try not to stay up too late. I promised Hunter we'd take them somewhere tomorrow if a hunt doesn't come up."

"You know about hunting?" Dean asks you with wide eyes.

"Yeah," you reply slowly as you raise an eyebrow at him. "Dean, did you fall and hit your head?"

"No," Dean says quickly as he shakes his head. "I just... Never mind."

"Dean, I think you need to come on to bed."

"Yeah," Dean answers as he nods his head. "Just, uh, give me a minute, okay?"

"Alright," you say before leaning up to kiss his cheek. Dean swallows hard as he watches you leave the room.

Once Dean makes sure that you've gone to bed, he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Dean quickly dials Sam's number, only to have the voice on the other end tell him that the number is no longer in service.

"Why did I think that was going to work?" Dean mutters under his breath. He takes a deep breath and starts thinking about what his next move should be. He decides that there's only one thing left to try, so he heads downstairs and walks out onto the back patio. He closes the sliding door, looking around to make sure he's alone before taking a deep breath.

"Cas," Dean loudly whispers into the night air. "Come on, man. This isn't funny. I don't know what you did wrong, but you gotta take me back. I'm not in the mood for whatever game this is." Dean waits a minute, but he doesn't get an answer. "Cas, come on!"

Dean pleads for a few minutes before he finally decides to give it up. He heads back inside to find you coming down the stairs.

"I was about to come check on you," you tell him.

"I'm fine," Dean says while trying to give you a convincing smile. "I was just getting some fresh air."

"Come on," you say as you walk over and take Dean's hand in yours. "Let's go to bed."

Dean's heart pounds in his chest at the feeling of your palm against his. Once you enter your bedroom, you go sit down on the bed, but Dean just stands there in the doorway. You sigh and walk back over to Dean, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You look stressed," you tell him.

"A little," Dean replies. "Really, (Y/N), don't worry about me."

"I can't help it," you say. "I love you."

Dean tries to remember that he doesn't belong here. That he's not who you think he is. But he can't remember anything once your lips are pressed to his. It feels so right to have you in his arms, that he forgets just how messed up it all is.

Dean sighs against your mouth as his arms wrap around your waist. He pulls you closer to him, and he moves his lips down to your neck. Dean wraps his hands under your legs and carries you over to the bed, laying you down on your back. He quickly pulls his shirt over his head before attaching his lips back to yours.

You run your hands over across his shoulders and down his chest. Dean pulls back to look at you, suddenly being snapped back into reality.

"What's wrong?" you ask Dean as you lightly trace the tattoo on his chest with your finger.

"Sorry," Dean says as he rolls off you and over to the other side of the bed.

"What are you sorry for?" you ask as your heart starts pounding. "Dean, did I do something wrong?"

"No," Dean says quickly as he shakes his head. "No, sweetheart, I just... I'm just ready to go to sleep."

"Oh," you say as your eyes fill up with tears. "Okay." you roll over onto your side facing away from Dean, knowing you've done something wrong.

Dean's heart breaks when he sees the look on your face right before you turn away from him. He takes a deep breath before throwing his arm over you and pulling you close to him.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean to upset you."

You shake your head, bringing a hand up to quickly dry your eyes. "It's just that you've been acting weird and distant all day, and you won't tell me what's going on."

Dean doesn't say anything.

You roll back over so you can face Dean, and he tenses up when he realizes just how close your face is to his.

"Listen, if you're mad at me for some reason..."

"No, no, no, sweetheart," Dean says quickly. "It's nothing like that." He feels bad that he's made you worry, but he doesn't even know what's going on himself, much less be able to explain it to you.

"Just don't worry about it, and try to go to sleep, okay?" Dean says softly.

"Okay," you reply as you nod your head.

Before Dean relizes what's happening, he presses his lips to yours. It's like his body is set on auto-pilot. You scoot closer to Dean, and lay your head onto his chest. That's when he realizes what just happened.

You can't get in too deep, Dean reminds himself. He takes a quick look at your face and shakes his head. Too late. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean's eyes fly open when he hears a quiet cry. He doesn't need time to figure out where he's at in the unfamiliar setting. It's like his mind automatically knows.

Dean immediately goes into protective mode, checking to make sure you're okay before getting ready to go check on the kids. He doesn't even make it off the bed before your bedroom door is slowly opening.

"Daddy?"

Dean realxes when he sees the silhouette of your son walk into the room. "C'mere, buddy," Dean says as he holds out his left arm.

Hunter runs over to the bed and lays his head on the mattress, looking up at Dean with watery eyes.

"What's wrong?" Dean asks as he runs his hand over the little boy's back.

"I had a bad dream."

"Alright," Dean says as he stands up off the bed, not wanting to wake you up. Dean starts to walk out of the room when he notices that Hunter isn't following him. "Come on."

Instead of walking over to Dean, Hunter holds up his arms to be picked up. Dean chuckles before lifting the boy up, smiling when Hunter wraps his arms around his neck and lays his head onto his shoulder.

Dean carries Hunter out of the room and down the hall, only stopping to check in on the baby before walking on down the stairs to the living room. He lays down on the couch, letting Hunter curl up beside of him.

"You're okay, now," Dean says softly. "I gotcha." His heart aches because he knows this isn't his life, and it never will be. The longer he lays there with your son in his arms, the more reality sets in.

Dean looks down at Hunter to make sure the kid's asleep before he carefully gets up from the couch. He walks into the kitchen and over to the counter, resting his elbows on the smooth surface and putting his face in his hands.

Dean jumps and quickly turns around when the light suddenly turns on. He relaxes when he sees it's just you.

"You're not okay," you say without a hint of question in your voice.

"(Y/N)..."

"Don't try to lie and tell me differently," you tell Dean. "Level with me."

Dean takes a deep breath. "It's nothing you need to worry about."

"Dean," you say softly as you walk over to him. "I'm just trying to help you. Baby, you've fought so hard for the life we have here. I just can't stand it when you act like you're not enjoying it."

"That's just it," Dean says as he throws his arms up in the air. "I can't enjoy it because this isn't my life."

Your eyes widen as you step back a bit. "Dean, what is going on with you?"

He sighs and shakes his head. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Did that witch on your last hunt do something to you?"

Dean almost says no, but then he gets an idea and decides to play along. "Witch?"

"Yeah," you reply.

Dean shakes his head. "The last thing I hunted was a werewolf," Dean replies, trying to stay as close to the truth as possible.

"What do you..." You stop and swallow hard. "What do you remember last?"

"I was standing in the bunker with Sam and Cas." Dean decides to leave it there, still not sure how well you'll take the whole truth.

"Do you remember anything about me? About us?"

Dean shakes his head. "The only thing I remember about you is saving you from the werewolf. We dropped you off at the nearest hospital, and that's it."

"Oh, no," you breathe out as you bring a hand up to your mouth. Your eyes fill with tears when you realize that Dean doesn't remember a second of your lives together. Dean's heart breaks seeing your reaction and knowing that he's lying to you, but he also knows that he very well can't tell you the truth. "Dean, what do we..."

"Don't worry," he tells you. "I'm sure it'll wear off in a couple days."

"And if it doesn't?"

"We'll deal with it," Dean tells you. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

"No, don't apologize," you tell him. "It's not your fault."

Yeah, it kind of is, Dean thinks.

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you promise me something until we get this figured out?"

"Don't worry," Dean says, already sure of what you're about to ask of him. "I'll try to act as normal as possible around the kids."

"Thank you," you breathe out. You see the look on Dean's face, and you know he's blaming himself. "Babe," you say softly as you walk over to place a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about this, okay? We'll figure it out, and everything will go back to normal."

Dean nods his head, but he can't help it when his heart clenches at the thought. Because he knows that when everything goes back to "normal," he won't have this anymore. ~~~~~~~~~

You hear laughter echo through the house as you carry Luna down the stairs. You walk into the kitchen, and smile when you see Dean standing in front of the stove, with Hunter standing on his step stool.

"What are you two doing?" you ask as you carry Luna over to her high chair.

"We're making pancakes, Momma," Hunter informs you before turning back to watching Dean. "NO!" Hunter suddenly squeals, causing both you and Dean to jump and look at him with wide eyes. "Daddy, you're doing it wrong!"

"What did I do?" Dean asks before looking back at you with wide eyes. You laugh as you walk over to the pantry, pulling out a bag of chocolate chips.

"Ah," Dean says as he takes the bag from you before looking back down at Hunter. "Better?"

"Yeah," Hunter replies. "Put lots and lots in mine."

"Okay," Dean chuckles.

Everything doesn't go as smoothly as Dean had hoped. He tries not to alert the kids, especially Hunter, that something isn't right. But the second he starts feeling like he belongs here, he quickly reminds himself that it's not real. When you find him sitting across the table from you at breakfast, looking at the three of you like you're going to disappear from his life, you become even more worried about him than you already were.

"Dean," you say softly, catching his attention. "We're right here." He nods his head, reaching across the table to take your hand in his. But the comfort you're trying to provide is in vain, because Dean knows the truth. He's not lost his memory. This isn't some life that he just simply can't recall.

It's not his life to begin with.

After breakfast, you get the kids settled in the living room before walking back to the kitchen to clean up.

"You don't have to do that," you tell Dean when you catch him washing the dishes. You walk over to him and place your hands over his, stopping his actions. "Go," you tell him. "Go play with our babies, Dean. Maybe that will help you remember something."

"There's nothing there to remember," Dean says before really thinking about it.

"Dean what are you talking about?"

"Nevermind," he replies as he shakes his head.

"Hey," you say quietly, looking him in the eyes as you speak. "I don't know what it's like knowing that we have a life together, and not being able to remember it, but I promise you that you will, okay? Dean, we'll figure something out. We always do. I'll call Sam and..."

"No," Dean says quickly as he shakes his head. "I don't want him to worry about me, okay?"

"Alright," you nod. "Why don't you go help Hunter change into some actual clothes? I told him we might take them to the park for a while."

"What about..."

"I'll finish cleaning up here," you tell him. Dean nods before pressing a kiss to your forehead and walking off. He has to take a deep breath, willing the tears to stay put. He doesn't know what's worse. Being stuck in this dream world and forced to live a life that he knows will never be his, or lying to you about everything. He decides it's the latter, wandering why you and those two innocent kids have to be thrown into this whole mess.

I just wanted to fix a mistake, not create this lie, Dean thinks as he walks into the living room. But when Dean sees Hunter laying on the ground and playing with his sister, he's thrown back into that feeling of belonging. Like this is actually his life. Like he actually deserves this.

"Hey, bub," Dean says as he holds his hand out towards Hunter. "Let's go get you changed out of those pyjamas." Dean watches as the little boy jumps up from the floor, his eyes lit up with excitement.

"Are we going to the park?"

"Mom said we were," Dean smiles. "Come on." Luna squeals out when they begin to walk off, and Dean looks down to see her making her way over on wobbly, toddler legs. "Yeah, you too, jealous," Dean teases as he picks her up.

What was supposed to be a trip to the park ended up turning into an all day adventure for your little family. It's almost dark by the time the four of you get home, and Dean walks through the door with a kid in each arm.

"You need me to take one?" you offer, but Dean shakes his head.

"I got it," Dean replies. "I'm gonna go put them to bed."

"Okay," you say softly. "Hey, Dean? Thank you for today," you tell him. "You did great with them considering the circumstances. I mean, you're always great with them, but I know that not being able to remember anything makes it tough."

Dean shrugs his shoulders. "It's not that hard," he replies. "It seems like I've known them all their lives."

"Because you have," you remind him. Dean nods, another pang of sadness surging through him when the lie he's living comes back to smack him in the face. The truth that you don't know is he hasn't known them all their lives. Just for the past twenty-four hours.

"I'm gonna go put them to bed," Dean says. "Little man is starting to feel not so little."

You laugh and nod your head, watching as Dean climbs the stairs, being careful not to wake the kids. Dean decides to put Hunter to bed first, but as he gently lays him down and moves his arm out from underneath his limp body, Hunter wakes up and wraps his little arms around Dean's neck.

"I love you, Daddy."

Dean swallows hard as he presses a hand to Hunter's back, holding him close for a few seconds. "I love you too, buddy." Luna lets out a small whine as her little eyes open. "You too, pumpkin," Dean whispers before pressing a kiss to the top of both of their heads. Hunter eventually lets go of Dean and lays back down. Dean makes sure Hunter's bedroom door is cracked before carrying Luna to her room and laying her down in her crib.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," Dean says softly as he watches her drift back off. He tip toes out of her room and walks back down the steps, expecting to see you in the living room, but thankfully finding it empty. Dean drops his tired body down onto the couch, trying for the hundredth time today to not let the tears fall.

"Dean?" He looks over to see you coming down the stairs. Dean swallows hard when he sees that you've changed into a nightgown that leaves little to the imagination. You walk over to him, frowning when you see the look on his face. "Sorry," you say quickly. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No," Dean replies as he shakes his head, but he's always been a bad liar.

"I wasn't thinking," you begin. "I just got ready for bed like I normally do and I wasn't thinking... I'll go change."

"Wait," Dean says as he gently tugs on your arm, pulling you over onto his lap. You're now facing him, straddling his lap, knees digging into the couch. Not exactly what Dean intended to do. He was just trying to stop you from heading back upstairs. But it's like something took him over, and he just couldn't stop himself.

You look down at Dean and smile a bit. He smiles back up at you before placing a hand on the back of your head, pulling your lips down towards his. Your hands fumble with the buttons on Dean's shirt as his lips move against yours. You grind your hips against Dean's, and he groans as he bucks his hips up off the couch. Once you make quick work of his shirt buttons, your hands move down to his belt. Dean's hands quickly grab yours, stopping your actions. You pull back, both of you panting for breath, and Dean gives you an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry," Dean rasps. "I got a little carried away."

"Don't be sorry," you tell him. "Dean, I understand if you don't want to, but maybe this will help."

He shakes his head. "It won't, (Y/N)."

"And how do you know?"

"Because I know, sweetheart," Dean tells you. "I know it won't work."

"No you don't," you argue. "Dean, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything that you don't want to do, but you have to try something to get your memories back."

"(Y/N), it's not going to work because there's nothing there for me to remember."

"What does that mean, Dean?"

"Look, just forget it, okay?"'

"No," you tell him. "Dean, you said that this morning too. What do you mean that there's nothing there for you to remember? There's our whole life together for you to remember."

"For you, maybe," Dean tells you. "But not for me, (Y/N), because this isn't my life. I never lived it to begin with."

"Dean, you're just saying that because you don't remember."

Dean sighs. "Sweetheart, I've been lying to you."

"About what?" you ask softly, not for sure what to make of all of this.

"There was no witch, (Y/N). Not for me anyways," Dean begins. "I remember exactly what happened."

"What did happen?"

"You might not believe me."

"I might if you explain yourself a bit better."

"Fine," Dean sighs. "This isn't my life, (Y/N)." Dean continues despite the look on your face. "I don't live here. I'm not married to you. We don't have kids."

"Dean, you're just saying that because you don't remember. We've been married for almost eight years."

"No," Dean says as he shakes his head. "Listen, sweetheart, you might be married to me, but you're not married to me."

You can't help but to laugh a bit. "Dean, you've completely lost me," you tell him.

Dean lets out a deep breath. "I told you you wouldn't believe me."

"Because it's nonsense."

Dean thinks about what to say before finally looking you straight in the eyes. "You want the truth?"

"Please," you reply as you nod your head.

"Okay," Dean sighs. "The truth is, one second I was in the bunker with Sam and Cas. I had made a big mistake, so I asked Cas to send me into the past about three days to fix it. The next thing I know, I'm here."

You open your mouth to respond, but stop when you see the look on Dean's face. "Oh gosh," you breathe out as you scramble off his lap. "You're not kidding."

"Unfortunately," Dean says as he shakes his head. "(Y/N), I know this sounds crazy, but I've only met you once. When I saved you from the werewolf. Me and Sam were working a case when we found you and..."

"You rescued me, and then dropped me off at the nearest hospital," you say quietly. "You've always told me that you wished you hadn't left me there, and you tried to go back in time to fix it, but I thought you were just always joking."

"I don't know what happened," Dean says. "I don't know what world or universe or whatever I landed in, but all I know is that something went wrong somewhere and... Wait a minute," Dean says as he looks up at you with wide eyes. "You're actually believing me?"

You laugh a bit as you sit down beside of him on the couch. "I have to admit," you begin, "out of all the weird stuff that's happened since I've known you, this is by far the most crazy. But, I've never had a reason not to trust you. You're usually right."

"Usually?"

"Well, I don't want to say that you're always right. It might feed your ego."

Dean shakes his head and laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "So you're just okay with this?"

"No," you reply. "I'm panicking on the inside."

"Yeah. I know the feeling," Dean mutters. He looks down at his lap for a moment before his eyes widen and his head snaps back up to look at you. "Wait a second!" Dean says with a hint of excitement in his voice. "You said that I told you I tried to go back in time?"

"Yeah," you reply. "You've always told me that after you left me at the hospital, you tried to go back in time to change things, but it didn't quiet work out. You never really explained what that meant, and I always thought you were just joking anyways."

You watch as a hint of a smile spreads across Dean's face. "So that means that if everything happened exactly like it happened to me, then this... This is my future."

He swallows hard and looks down at the floor, trying to think of where to go from here. It's quiet for a while until Dean lets out a humorless laugh and shakes his head.

"I'm an idiot," he says. "This can't be my future. It's gotta be some trick played on me to show me what I'll never have no matter how hard I try. It's gotta be some alternate universe or something. This can't... I..."

To anybody else, it would look like Dean was panicking, which he probably is a little bit. But you know that the look on his face isn't purely fear. It's the look he gets when he desperately wants something to be true. When he's almost reached a goal that he's been aiming at for a long time, and he's terrified that it's going to all be taken away from him.

"Hey," you say softly as you reach over to lay a hand on his shoulder. "I'm pretty sure this is the reaction you were expecting from me," you tease.

"Sorry, but it's just too good to be true," Dean replies. "I mean, if you know about hunting, then you know everything, right?"

"If you're talking about what all you and Sam have been through, then yes, I know."

"Then you know that things don't just work out for us," Dean says. There's no way this is my future, Dean tells himself as he lets all the hope drain out of him. Especially not after the stupid move I made a few days ago. "This... It can't be real."

You can tell he doesn't believe his own words. He doesn't want to believe them. This is the life Dean has always wanted, always dreamed of, but that's exactly why he'll never have it. People like him don't get a happily ever after, or anything even close to it.

Dean looks at you and swallows hard, a look of realization settling across his features. "But it is real," Dean breathes out. "I mean, it has to be because what you said is exactly what happened. This is..." He looks around the room as if he can't fathom what's happening. You let out a quiet laugh.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really," Dean replies as a small smile settles across his face. "Here I've been thinking I was just zapped into some other dimension, when all along I've been living out my future. It's a lot to take in."

"Tell me about it," you reply. "Dean, I have to ask. You said that you wanted Cas to send you back in time because you made a mistake, but what did you do? Was your mistake leaving me at the hospital, or have you, the you I know anyways, always been joking about that?"

"No, I've not been joking," Dean replies. "That was my mistake. Biggest mistake I've ever made. I felt like I had left my whole world behind. Now I see why."

You laugh a bit at him. "Well, don't worry," you tell him. "If this does happen to be your future, we meet again about a week later at a gas station."

Dean's eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yeah," you reply.

"Huh," Dean smiles as he shakes his head. "I guess there wasn't much reason for me to time travel then, huh?"

"Apparently," you laugh. "I guess you don't happen to know where the you from this time is at, do you?" you ask him. "I mean, the you that I know."

"Technically," Dean begins, "if I am from the past, I'm the same Dean you know. Just a bit younger."

"You just made this a lot more confusing than it already was," you say, causing you both to start laughing.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Dean says. "But, no, I don't know where I'm at. Or, you know, the I that you know. I guess I'll... He'll? Return when Cas takes me back."

"Stop, now you're doing that on purpose," you smile as you playfully slap his arm. "Do you know when Cas will take you home?"

"Not really," Dean replies as he shakes his head.

"Okay," you breathe out.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

"It's alright," you reply as you shake your head.

"Can I ask you something?"

"As long as it's a simple question," you tease.

"Hunter doesn't know about..."

"No," you reply quickly as you shake your head. "He doesn't know. When you go away on a case, we tell him that you're hanging out with Uncle Sammy for the day."

"Good," Dean says as he nods his head. "Now, I'm assuming his name wasn't just a coincidence."

You start laughing again. "Ever since we got married, I've joked about how funny it would be to name our son Hunter. When he was born, it just kinda stuck."

Dean nods his head. "And Luna?"

"You said that you've never seen the moon shine as bright as it did the night she was born," you tell him.

Dean groans as he throws his head back against the couch. "Domestic life has turned me into a softie."

You laugh at him. "Dean?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Why didn't you just tell me all of this from the beginning?" you ask him. "I mean, I understand that you were afraid I wouldn't believe you, but why lie? Why go along with the whole 'cursed by a witch' thing?"

Dean sighs. "I'm sorry about that too, (Y/N), but I didn't want to drag you into this whole mess."

"I just wish you had told me sooner," you tell him. "I don't like it when you leave me out of things. We're supposed to be in this together, even if you are past you."

Dean smiles and nods his head. "Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"All seriousness aside, are you planning on wearing that to bed?"

Your cheeks heat up a bit when you remember the revealing nightgown that you're wearing. "Well, sort of, but I can change."

"Good," Dean says. "If you didn't, I'd have to sleep here because if I slept in the same bed as you with you wearing what you have on now, I might have to steal my own girl."

You giggle. "Behave, Winchester."

Dean smiles and shakes his head. "Never, sweetheart." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day proves to be harder than the previous for Dean. One moment he's sitting on the couch with Luna in his lap and watching cartoons with Hunter. The next, he's quickly passing the baby off to you so he can walk out of the room for a moment. After the third time it happens, you sit Luna down on her blanket before following Dean.

"Sorry," Dean says as he takes a seat at the bottom of the stairs. "It's just..."

"I know," you say softly as you sit down beside of him. "But just remember that you'll see me again in a few days."

Dean smiles and nods his head before looking back into the living room.

"What if I'm wrong?" he asks. "What if this isn't my future?"

"But what if it is?" you ask him.

"Well, just in case," Dean begins, "is there anything you should warn me about?"

You start laughing. "You want spoilers, huh?"

"Yeah," Dean answers as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

"Okay, lets see," you tell him. "When we meet again, at the gas station, I end up bloodying your nose."

"Now I know you're making things up," Dean laughs.

"I am not," you say truthfully. "I was alone filling my car up, you touched my shoulder, and it startled me. I was obviously still rattled from the werewolf attack, and I wasn't taking my chances."

"Great," Dean laughs. "I have that to look forward to."

"Trust me. That's just the beginning," you tell him.

"What else?"

You open your mouth to reply, but decide against it. "Dean, I could sit here and tell you stories about our amazing, beautiful life together all day long, but I think you'll get the best experience without knowing beforehand."

"Yeah," Dean chuckles. "Probably."

"Why don't you go play with our kids, Dean? You won't see them for a few years."

"That sounded weird," Dean laughs.

"You know what I mean," you reply. He stands up and the two of you begin to walk into the living room, but you stop him. "One more quick thing," you tell him. "Our relationship has had its ups and downs. More so before we got married than after. Now we make a pretty good team. But just... Promise me you won't give up."

"I'll never give up on you, sweetheart," Dean tells you.

"Good," you smile.

"Daddy!" Hunter calls from the couch. You both look over at him, and he frowns. "Hurry up."

"Sorry, buddy," Dean laughs as he walks over, picking Luna up before sitting back down beside of Hunter.

One second, Dean is sitting there surrounded by his little family, however temporary they may be at the moment. But the next, he's standing in the bunker. It takes Dean a moment to realize where he's at, but once he does, he immediately looks over at Cas.

"Dean, I..."

Dean puts a hand up to stop him. "Just tell me it was real."

Cas nods his head. "Very real."

"And (Y/N)?"

"She's alright. She doesn't remember anything. Neither do the children," Cas answers. "And she has you back too."

Dean nods his head once before beginning to walk off.

"Wait!" Sam calls out after him. "Dean, what happened? What did you see?"

"Don't worry about it, Sammy," Dean replies.

He tries not to think too much about it. Maybe he's still wrong, even though Cas confirmed it was real. Maybe it's just a possibility of what his future could be like. All of Dean's doubts are crushed the day he pulls up at a random gas station, and Sam nods his head towards somebody.

"Isn't that..."

"(Y/N)," Dean breathes out as he stares at you.

Sam laughs at his brother. "What are you smiling so wide for?"

"Because I'm gonna marry that girl, Sammy."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Dean replies. "Someday."

He takes off towards you, stopping when he gets halfway there before walking back over to Baby and pulling some napkins out of the glovebox.

"What are you doing?" Sam laughs.

"Trust me," Dean says as he holds the napkins up. "I'm gonna need these."

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coffee-obsessed-writer · 5 years

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What I Need

Dean Winchester x Reader

A/N: Something I just wanted to write. Also fills a square for @spnfluffbingo2019

Square Filled: Cuddling

WC: 2K

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attacks, floof

Summary: Separated by distance, Dean and his girl are both struggling with how to make it work without losing their respective minds.

She waited, for what felt like hours. The anxiety that was triggered in her nerves was maddening, but she knew that she had to be patient. There was no worse feeling in the world than waiting for Dean to return from a hunt… well… except maybe waiting for him to call when she knew he would be out and about, blowing off steam with Sam at a bar in whatever dingy town they were staying in.

Those nights were almost harder than the hunts themselves. Getting a call that he had been hurt was one thing… knowing he didn’t call because there was another woman in his bed, was a whole different story. This night, was a mix of both and it was when she started to question whether or not she could really do this with him. Long-distance was hard enough, but long-distance with a hunter who had a penchant for pretty blondes was something else entirely.

She had to trust him. She had to have enough patience, trust and love in her heart to believe that he would always come home to her, even when it was easier not too. That was the promise they had made when it all first started. But that was almost six months ago, and in that time, she had more than her fair share of nights where the anxiety and the fear of losing him became overwhelming and she acted out, self-sabotaging everything she wanted and didn’t realize she had. But that was how this disorder went, and for as much as she loved him, her brain would always believe that he loved her just as much.

She wanted to stop doubting and stop worrying that anytime he was silent, that she was losing him. Deep down she knew that would be the one thing--other than him falling victim to some monster--that would be how she did end up losing him.

Sitting around wasn’t helping her anxiety, either. There had to be something she could do to break the patterns of the disorder that plagued her. Calling him to check in wasn’t enough, she felt the need to take action, do something to prove to him that she could just sit and wait, but why should she? She thought if she could find ways to make him understand just how much she loved him, reassure him that his efforts weren’t in vain, maybe it would help her, too.

Dean looked around the bar and realized there wasn’t a clock in sight. His phone’s battery lost its life earlier, so he couldn’t even check that. With technology being what it was, there wasn’t even a working payphone nearby that he could call and check in with her. Dean, normally calm and clear-headed, began to feel that tick of anxiousness in the back of his neck and absently rubbed a hand there trying to make it stop.

‘If I don’t call soon, she’s going to think I’m fucking someone else… or dead... actually think the first one would be worse,’ he thought, as his eyes scanned the room searching for his little brother, so he could go and take his phone.

No Sam insight, which means he took a girl back to their shared room, or he was with a girl in the back seat of the Impala. Either way, Dean growled in frustration and felt that nagging feeling begin to grow. He needed to call her. He needed to make sure she knew that he was safe and very lonely, sitting at the bar, nursing a whiskey and thinking of only getting back to her.

That was something new for him; that feeling of needing to keep her reassured. Everyone had hang-ups, right? That’s what he told himself. Hers just happened to be an overwhelming fear of being left behind because she wasn’t good enough to keep around or just not enough in general. Not like she didn’t have reason to feel that way, but Dean decided it was on him to help waylay those fears because she WAS worth it. She was worth every damn second he could give her.

Slapping down a twenty on the bar, Dean threw back the remainder of his whiskey and abruptly left the building. The cool night air smacked him in the face, sending any remnants of the liquor’s effects packing. He was completely sober and aching to feel his girl beside him.

It only took a moment for him to locate the Impala in the bar’s parking lot, which was blessedly empty. The motel was only across the street, so Sam could have easily walked over with that petite brunette he had been chatting up. Dean didn’t really care either way, but it was ingrained in him to watch out for his little brother. He had to remind himself that Sam was a big boy and could take care of himself. His girl, however, needed him; and maybe, he needed her a little, too.

He got in and started the engine, about to pull away and realized just how long it would take to actually get to her. She was more than a thousand miles away, and it would take two days, at least, before he’d be able to see her again. His heartfelt heavy with the recognition of it; his eyes tired and weighted with tears he refused to let fall. Exhaling with a growl, Dean put the Impala in drive and turned towards the motel instead of the freeway, just praying that he’d be able to charge his phone quick enough to call her and that Sam wasn’t there in the middle of … something.

The room was dark and empty, to which Dean sighed with gratitude. He dug into his duffle bag to retrieve the charger and found an open plug beside his bed. He waited a few minutes for the phone to take some charge before he powered it up and dialed her number. Straight to voicemail. His heart sank. The only time her phone went straight to voicemail was when she was deep down in the rabbit hole of self-doubt; completely convinced that he stopped loving her and had abandoned her for someone else.

“Fuck!” he barked and dialed again with the same results. Angry that he hadn’t been able to call or text, earlier, he tried to calm himself and think rationally. He knew all of her fears and did his best to help her deal with them, but sometimes things were out of his control. He hated that she was most likely home, crying, thinking all sorts of wrong thoughts about where he really was, or what he was really doing. Sometimes, it made the relationship feel hard and he knew it would be far easier to just walk away… But the way he loved her didn’t allow that to be possible. The truth was, he was just as scared of losing her because, in all his life, no one had loved him the way she did; certainly, no one made him feel as good, as she made him feel.

This time he dialed Sam, wanting to know where his brother was because he had every intention of jumping back in the Impala and driving in her direction; sleep be damned.

Sam’s went straight to voicemail, too. No matter how much he wanted to pick up and leave the state, without having at least talked to Sam, he couldn’t. So instead, he kept dialing them both, alternating between numbers for the next hour or so until sleep finally claimed his weary mind.

Hours later, Dean’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of the hotel room door opening. He had been perfectly sober when he fell asleep, so why did his head feel as if he had polished off that bottle of whiskey? He attempted to open his eyes, but the light that came in through the front door made that impossible. Figuring Sam was coming in after a night of tantric sex with the brunette from the bar, Dean exhaled with a low rumble and crossed his arms over his chest, burrowing back into his pillow and trying desperately to get back to the dream he was having.

He was nearly back there when he felt the weight of someone sitting on his bed. Concerned that Sam was hurt, he forced himself to lift his head and turn over, checking to make sure his little brother was alright.

“Sammy?” he rasped, his voice thick with sleep. “You alright? Tried calling--”

“Dean…”

It was her voice. But it couldn’t be, it was still a dream…

He sat up more and used his fist to dig the slumber from his face. When his eyes were able to open and adjust to the morning light that had filtered into the room, he saw her familiar form next to him on the bed and thought, for a moment, he was simply back in his dream after all.

“I’m sorry I woke you,” she said softly, and when she touched his arm he realized she wasn’t a dream… his girl was really right there beside him.

“What the--How did you--?!” Dean sat all the way up and felt his chest heave with relief that she was within arm’s reach.

“I needed you,” she replied softly and moved across the bed to be closer to him. “It was getting bad again… and it's not fair that you always have to make me feel better. So, I figured I would come to you. Because--”

“C’mere,” he said, cutting her off as he pulled her close.

Dean’s arms wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her back to his chest. He spooned her closely as her arms covered his, gripping them tightly as she trailed kisses across his hands before tucking the tangled mess of their fingers into her chest.

“I tried to call…” he whispered, the warm of his breath causing her to close her eyes and feel relief coat her skin.

“I figured. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait, I just needed to be with you.”

“Baby, I couldn’t be happier to see you. I almost started driving last night… I--I needed you, too.”

“Dean... “ she paused and turned her head as much as she could to look back at him. “Can I stay? Go with you this time? I know its dangerous, and I promise not to get in the way. But being without you isn’t working for me… I need to--”

“Yes,” he replied simply, his one-word answer enough reassurance to pause her nervous ramblings. “Whatever you need, sweetheart. Besides, I don’t think I’d let you leave even if you wanted to.”

“Good.”

He felt a stray tear from her eye splash against his arm and found room to hold her even tighter. He wanted her, he always did and this night was no different. But as they lay together in the growing morning light, all Dean wanted to do was hold her to make up for all the nights he hadn’t been able to. His eyes closed, and both of their breathing slowed and found a syncing rhythm with the other.

“Wait… where the hell is Sam? He never came home…” he said suddenly, opening his eyes again and feeling a slight bit of panic at the realization that Sam was MIA.

“Sam’s fine. He’s the one who picked me up from the airport,” she admitted and bit her lip nervously. “I called him when I couldn’t get a hold of you last night. Told him I needed to see you and wanted to surprise you.”

“So that’s where he disappeared to,” Dean snorted, “Remind me to kick his ass for that; damn kid had me worried when I came back and he wasn’t here. Where is he now?”

“In the room next door. Said he had some business to attend to with a cute brunette,” she said and rolled over out of Dean’s embrace so she could face him.

“Well, maybe I’ll say thanks, instead,” he smiled lazily and brushed his thumb against her cheek before sitting up a little to gently kiss her lips.

She simply smiled and nodded, “I think that’s a better idea. Besides, I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight for a while, so let Sam have his fun and we can just lay here if that’s okay. I missed you… more than I thought it was possible to miss a person.”

That nagging ache at the back of his neck was gone and quickly replaced by a lump of feeling that caught in his throat when she looked at him. He loved her in a way that words couldn’t always express and the fact that she came to him when he felt like he needed her most, was the kind of gesture he didn’t realize he craved in return. What they had was real, and it was worth fighting for. It drove him to want to continue to do whatever it took to make sure she knew how much he loved and wanted her.

“I missed you, too,” he rasped, knowing words weren’t his strong suit. It was enough for her body to relax against his as Dean exhaled with a weighted relief once she tucked herself snugly back into his embrace, and they let exhaustion carry them both away.

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tumbler-tidbits · 5 years

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This next aesthetic was inspired by this moment....

It fills my @spnfluffbingo2019 square: Cooking AND my @spnbromentbingo square: Cooking/Food. (Yes I am stuck in a Wee!Chesters rabbit hole right now, deal with it 😜)

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 years

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Accidental Poisoning (AU)

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, minor characters

Word Count: 1,489

Warnings: allergic reaction to peanuts, fluff at the end

Summary: There is something that Dean doesn’t know about you, and he figures it out too late.

Squared Filled: Coffee shop au // allergic reaction // poisoning // mistaken for a couple // mutual pining // distortion

Fandom: Supernatural

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

Author’s Note: This is for @spndeanbingo and @badthingshappenbingo and @hc-bingo and @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spngenrebingo and @spndarkbingo respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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The coffee shop you worked at gave you lots of opportunities to be with your crush and co-worker, Dean Winchester. He started working there around the same time as you. Your best friend got you to apply when she informed you that they were looking for people who wanted full-time work. When you applied, you thought this was going to be the easiest job in the world: making coffee, heating up food, and cleaning tables.

No one ever told you about Dean and how much he would distract you from your work. No one knew of your crush except for your best friend, Melanie. She would often tease you about how his hair looked or about a certain look he would give you while the two of you were making coffee. It was getting kind of old, but you ignored her most of the time.

Before he started working there, you would get every order right, you wouldn’t zone out, and you always greeted a customer by their name if you could. After he started working there, however, you forgot everything there is to know about working in a coffee shop. If he were to even give you a side glance, you were most definitely spilling whatever it was that was in your hands. If you were dealing with a customer, then you would stutter and blush until the point where the customer got concerned for your health.

Now, to be fair, he was feeling the exact same way as you were. The only difference is that he knew how to hide his feelings better than you can. When he applied, he couldn’t even get you out of his head. He knew he had to get the job if it meant seeing you every single day. The way you smiled, how your eyes would shine if and when you got an order right, and your infectious laugh whenever he did something to earn it.

He didn’t want to tell you how he feels in case you didn't feel the same way. He didn't want the environment to be awkward for everyone until one of you is forced to quit. Instead, he just kept to being your co-worker and friend that you sometimes saw outside of work. He never even had the balls to ask you on a friend date with other people. That’s how scared he was of ruining everything.

The one thing he enjoyed about working with you is how many different kinds of drinks the two of you could make that weren't on the menu. It’s always fun to make new drinks that no one could ever think of so that maybe one day it would be put on the menu. There were so many ingredients and combinations you could try, it would take months before you tried them all.

Just before your break, you were at the cash register taking someone’s orders when Dean walked up next to you with a ready coffee for someone. He announced the person’s name and the kind of drink they ordered with a smile. When they came up and got it, he stumbled a bit which caused him to almost drop the coffee. Luckily, Dean had cat-like reflexes and caught it, handing it to the woman who could only laugh.

“Nice catch,” she complimented before leaving the counter.

“See that, Y/N? I have razor-sharp reflexes,” he grinned.

“Oh yeah, a real MacGyver,” you teased. He laughed as he passed you, but there were so many people behind the counter that he placed his hands on your shoulders as he passed.

“You love it,” he whispered in your ear before going to make another coffee. Blushing, you handed the woman in front of you her change.

“Here you go, I’m sorry about that,” you chuckled.

“Is he your boyfriend?” she asked.

“What? No, he’s not,” you blushed even more.

“He’s cute. You should ask him out. You two would make a cute couple,” she gushed before walking away. Looking back, you saw Dean concentrating as he made the coffee. Whenever he focused really hard, his tongue would stick out of the corner of his mouth just slightly in an adorable way.

“Hello? Miss?” the man in front of you asked when it was his turn. Turning to face the man, you cleared your throat before apologizing.

“I am so sorry. What can I get for you?” you asked, trying to keep your thoughts away from your co-worker. It was going to be hard if he kept talking to you that way, but you would manage.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean whispered, approaching you on your break. The break room in the back was pretty big, so luckily, there was enough room back there to give you two some sense of privacy with other people in the room.

“What’s up?”

“Taste this. I made something revolutionary. I think you’re going to like it,” he handed you a cup of coffee.

“What is it?”

“Just taste it and let me know what you think,” he giggled like a schoolgirl. Maybe you should have sniffed it first so that you would know there were peanuts before taking a sip. No one knew this about you except for Melanie, but you were deadly allergic to peanuts. If you even got a whiff of them, you would go into shock. Your whole body would start to shut down as hives would break out on your skin. The only thing that could help you was your EpiPen that you kept in your bag at all times in case you got yourself in a situation that you couldn’t get out of. The break room was also the locker room where your things were stored, so your EpiPen wasn’t too far if you needed it.

Taking a sip of the drink, your eyes widened at the taste of peanuts. Doing a spit take, you began coughing intensely as your body began to convulse. Your body slid to the floor, and you couldn’t do anything as it started to shut down. Your lungs started to collapse on each other, which made it very difficult to breathe.

“Holy shit! Y/N!” Dean yelled, kneeling down to try and help you. You couldn’t find the energy to speak, but you looked at your locker with the EpiPen. No one knew it was there except for Melanie.

“Help! Someone help!” Dean shouted. All he could think about was how he poisoned you. Your co-workers rushed into the room, and your best friend pushed past everyone to see what was wrong. As soon as she saw your convulsing figure, she ran to your locker and rummaged through your bag. She grabbed the medicine stick, rushed over to you, and knelt down.

“Move!” she yelled at Dean. She slammed the end of the EpiPen into your thigh, and you were finally able to take a breath for the first time in minutes. The pain started dispersing, and you looked at Dean, who was just about in tears.

“I’m okay, Dean,” you winced as Melanie helped you up.

“Okay? I fucking poisoned you! Holy shit! I am so sorry! I am going to jail for this, aren’t I?” he panicked.

“Someone call 911,” Melanie announced.

“Mel, I’m fine,” you sighed shakily.

“No, Y/N, you need the medics to check you out,” she sighed as she got up to talk to the manager. Dean helped you to your feet before making you sit down at the table.

“I need you to get that drink out of here,” you pointed to it. Dean scrambled to remove it, and when he did, he returned to your side.

“I’m sorry I poisoned you. I swear I didn’t do anything to it. I may have put in too much coffee beans, but that’s about it!”

“Dean, you didn't poison me. I’m deathly allergic to peanuts. It’s not your fault you didn’t know. I should have told you before. I should have sniffed the drink. I mean, the same thing would have happened, but not as severe. I’m sorry for scaring you,” you sighed.

“Are you okay? Do you need some water?”

“Yeah, water is fine,” you nodded. He got up and got you a glass of water, moving your sweaty hair away from your forehead. He started to check your skin to see if you had a temperature, but you moved away from him. “Dean, I’m fine.”

“I poison the love of my life. Y/N, none of this is fine,” he admitted without realizing it.

“Wait what? Love of your life?” you asked just as medics pushed their way into the room. Dean’s eyes widened as the medics forced him to move away from you so they could check you out. Whatever they were doing to you, whatever kinds of questions they were asking, you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off Dean.

And he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you.

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Devil in Disguise

Summary: Sam and Dean run into the reader on a hunt while in disguise as priests. Square Filled: Disguises Warnings/Tags: Fluff, smut, explicit sex in a confessional Characters/Pairings: Sam Winchester/Reader Word Count: 872 A/N: For @spnfluffbingo2019, this fills the square Kingdom AU. Thank you, as always, to @atc74 for beta’ing. Song: Devil in Disguise by Elvis

“Father Leary, Father Carlin, it’s good to see you again.”

Father McKenzie beamed with open arms as Sam and Dean approached him in the center aisle. “Good to be back, Father McKenzie,” Dean said as they clasped hands.

Too late, Sam noticed the shadow trailing the priest, and when he stepped aside, a young woman in a nun’s habit stood with her head held low and eyes averted. “May I introduce you to our most recent addition to the convent, Sister Y/N Y/L/N.”

Though she did her best, Sam saw the flash of recognition in her wide eyes. “It is a pleasure to meet you both,” she said with a small bow. “I’ll be assisting you today.”

“Great!” Dean shook Father McKenzie’s hand one more time. “Thank you for lending her to us, we appreciate it.”

“Any time, Father Carlin,” he said, “Sister Y/N is an apt researcher and has interpreted scripture in new and unique ways. We are so lucky to have her.”

Sam’s jaw worked, grinding his molars so hard he was surprised he had any left by the time Father McKenzie departed. When the pleasantries finally finished—classic Midwestern good-byes take far to long—Sam grabbed Y/N by her upper arm and hauled her into a confession booth.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing?” Dean hissed from outside the door.

“I need to talk with Sister Y/N,” he spat as he glared at her, “Alone.”

“Uh, is there something I need to know?” Dean asked.

“I’ll explain later,” Sam stated. “See if you can get anything out of the locals on this death omen people keep saying they’re seeing.”

When Dean’s footsteps faded to nothing, Sam turned to Y/N and found her coy smile.

“Took you long enough,” she started.

“I had to convince Dean to come out,” he said as he smoothed her arm. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all,” Y/N said as she curled into his lap. “Honestly, I kinda liked it. With the whole priest getup and the confessional booth, I’m definitely liking where this is going.”

Sam wasted no further time and pressed his lips to hers. Y/N melted into him, arms around his neck as his wrapped around her from shoulder to hip. It only seemed right to thank god for the chance to feel her again, pressed tightly to his chest and filling his senses with every fiber of her existence. Too many weeks had passed since they had last seen one another. Not that either of them had much of a say in the matter. But there in the confessional booth, they were together again and that's all that mattered.

Y/N pulled back for a breath, her chest heaving against his. “Do you have to leave?” she whispered.

Sam shook his head. “Can we talk about that later?”

“No, Sam, I want to figure this out,” she demanded. “Do you want me to come with you or not.”

Of course he wanted her to come with him. Y/N had fallen into his lap all those months ago, and he had wanted to help her then. But circumstances had consistently prevented him from even suggesting to Dean that she join them, and he could only imagine how terrible that conversation would go.

In the dim light fitted through the screen of the confessional, his eyes met hers, wide and searching for the right thing to say. His jaw worked, the start of so many thoughts on the top of his tongue, but none sufficed.

When he remained silent, Y/N repeated her question. “Do you want me or not?”

Damn his hesitation.

“Yes, he wants you. And yes, he wants you to come with us,” Dean said. “Now will you two quit making out like teenagers and get out of there? We've got a job to do.”

Y/N giggled though her hand clamped over her mouth. “You are so damn cute when you blush.”

“Oh my God, I'm gonna throw up,” Dean groaned. “Meet me in the nave in twenty minutes.”

Dean's shadow passed over the screen as he stomped away. When Sam was sure he was out of earshot, he turned back to Y/N and said, “I'm so sorry. That was so rude.”

“It’s not so bad,” she started as she rucked her skirt up to her thighs and straddled his hips. “We got twenty minutes out of it.”

The warm wet of her center pressed to the stiffening bulge of his pants. “This has to be the ninth circle of hell levels of sin,” he said as he tore his belt apart.

“I don’t really care.” The heat of her breath warmed his neck as she nipped at his ear. “I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, you have no idea how much I have missed you,” he paused with a smirk, “Sister Y/N.”

Her gasp shot a wave of arousal straight to his groin, and then she moaned with her lips on his ear. “Show me, Father Leary.”

“I intend to,” he whispered. “But only if you confess to me.”

The fabric of her underwear bit into his fingers as Sam wrenched it aside. In one smooth motion, he slipped inside her, and Y/N whimpered.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”

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Crossing the Threshold

Summary: You and your best friend Dean have always just been friends, best friends, but one night with the bunker to yourselves you decide to get a little silly...which leads to a little fun.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,660

Warnings: Nipple piercings, nipple play, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving).

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my “piercings” square for @spnkinkbingo, my friends to lovers square for @spnfluffbingo2019 and my prompt for @heycasbutt‘s 600 follower challenge. Prompt is bold!

“Headed out!”

You heard him scream from the bedroom and yelled back. “Have fun, Sam! Not too much fun!”

“Yea, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Dean bellowed, his voice following the wafting smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

“Don’t listen to him! He’d do anything!”

You expected to hear something from Sam before he left, but you got nothing. Undoubtedly, he was already out the door. He was about to go on his first date in forever and although he didn’t want to get his hopes up you could tell he was excited for some degree of normalcy.

Turning the machine back on, you continued your back and forth movements, watching the floors go from a dull, dirt-covered gray back to the shine it had when the boys first found out the bunker even existed. Neither of them would ever think to clean the floors, but having something that felt even a little bit like home - clean, cool, comforting - was something that didn’t go unnoticed by the two men you loved more than anyone else in the world.

They’d found you in a bar drowning in a bottle of whiskey with no one left to keep you anchored to the world, but they’d saved your life and taken you in and you couldn’t imagine your life without them.

Maybe 10 minutes or so after Sam left, the scent of bacon became too much. You turned off the machine and admired your handiwork.

“Bacon and eggs are ready!” Dean screamed from the other end of the bunker.

“About damn time! I’m fucking hungry.”

As you walked into the kitchen, Dean sauntered over to the table with the pan in hand and a towel slung over his shoulder. “Perfection takes time.”

“It’s bacon and eggs.”

“Perfect bacon and eggs.” He placed some on your plate and the rest on his. “What have you been doing this whole time?”

“Cleaning.”

“Why?”

“Doesn’t it feel more like home when the place is clean? Instead of an actual bomb shelter?”

“Yea.”

“That’s why. Speaking of, I waxed the floors, get your fluffy socks!”

“Why?” Dean asked, genuinely confused before it finally clicked. “Wait, smooth floors, are we going to pull a Risky Business?”

You grinned widely and stuffed the rest of your dinner into your face so you could go and grab some socks, the iPod and docking system and a new shirt. This one was grungy as fuck after an entire day’s worth of cleaning.

Running back toward your room, you realized that amidst all the cleaning you’d forgotten to do your own laundry. Instead of sweating it, you ran into Dean’s room and grabbed a band tee he hadn’t worn in forever, figuring he wouldn’t mind you wearing it. Between his shirt, crappy, worn shorts and white socks you were really rocking some sex appeal tonight.

After grabbing the iPod dock and your iPod, you slid your way back into the kitchen and turned on Old Time Rock and Roll, singing into your invisible microphone while you waited for Dean. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

You spun around and looked down. “Yea, you never wear this one and with all the cleaning I forgot my own laundry, so I grabbed this. Didn’t think you would mind.”

“I don’t,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat as he looked you up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve said he was checking you out, but it had been years and nothing happened, so you chalked it up to wishful thinking and demanded he rock out and slide along the newly waxed floors with you.

“Slide, fucker!”

With a snort, Dean pulled his sunglasses down began a spot on imitation of Tom Cruise. If you had to venture a guess, he’d done this before, or at least thought of it. It was rare that he allowed himself to really relax, even more so than you or Sam, but seeing him so genuinely happy was worth all the effort you’d put into cleaning.

The second the song went off Dean put it on repeat and you started all over again. With renewed vigor, you slid down the hallway toward your room, losing your footing over a particularly slippery patch of floor and slamming into the door frame. “Ow fuck!”

“You slipped?”

“No, I decided to take a nap on the floor.”

“Don’t be such a smartass,” he said, holding his hand out to help you up. “You okay?”

“Yea, I just hit my boob. My piercings are gonna kill in the morning.”

Dean went startlingly silent. “As in nipple piercings?”

“Yea, I’ve always wanted them and our lives are never certain so I figured fuck it. About a year ago,” you continued, knowing he was going to ask when you’d gotten them.

You grabbed yourself, massaging the pain away, before realizing that Dean hadn’t said anything. “You alright?”

“You’re wearing my shirt, you look incredible and I have the image of your pierced nipples in my mind, I-I need a minute.”

Maybe you hadn’t been seeing things earlier. “You...have the hots for me?”

“Have you seen you?”

Blushing, you replied, “I look like a hot mess. I’m in baggy ass clothes.”

“And you look hot. And you’re you. Who wouldn’t want you?”

For a moment, you pondered whether or not to really cross that line with him. “Do you want me, Dean?”

Silence filled the bunker, only Dean’s shallow breathing and your own blood pounding through your ears before he backed you into the wall and lifted you up by your upper thighs. He hesitated a moment, giving you another chance to put an end to this, but you didn’t want to.

He grasped your chin and brought your mouth down to his, opening your lips with his tongue as his hand slipped up your shirt. As his finger grazed your nipple you gasped. Ever since you’d gotten them you’d been even more sensitive. “Play with them,” you whispered into his mouth.

Dean groaned at the command and grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one smooth maneuver. “Ever orgasmed from nipple play before?”

“Nope.”

A devilish grin spread across his face, his eyes alight with his newfound mission. “Let’s change that.”

He dipped his head to your breast, tentatively licking at the piercing as his other hand played with the nipple that needed attention. You’d played with your piercings before but had never reached that pinnacle moment. Something told you that the addition of another person was going to complete the equation. The warmth of his tongue enveloped your nipple, sliding over the piercing before he bite down gently, sending an electric shock to your pussy.

As his tongue washed over your right side, he pinched your left between his thumb and forefinger and relished in the way you bucked your hips against his denim-clad cock. “Needy much?”

“You have no idea, Dean,” you breathed. You hadn’t had sex in so long it was astounding you hadn’t exploded. He quickly dipped his head to your wanting nipple and pursed his lips around it, sucking gently, sending small waves of pleasure emanating outward. “Fuck, please. Please make me cum.” In desperation, you reached down between you to touch yourself but Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the wall. “No.”

Hungrily, he continued his ministrations, lapping each nipple with attention, bringing you closer and closer to the brink before he’d move away and leaving you wanting. You grabbed his face and begged for the teasing to end. “Look at me,” he demanded.

When you looked at him, he grasped both your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pulling, pinching and twisting with practiced precision until you were shaking against him, your orgasm quiet, but powerful and different from anything you’d ever felt. “Fuck, oh my God.”

You felt like jelly as you unwrapped your legs from around his waist and slipped to the floor, grasping his belt and ripping it from its loops. “I need to fuck you.” You heard from above, voice breathy.

“And I need your cock in my mouth.”

Dean grunted against the need to burst right then and there. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this.”

“Well, you’ll have to let me know how the reality compares to your imagination.” You pulled his jeans and boxers down together, watching with rapt attention as his cock sprung thick and heavy from its confinements. With a flattened tongue, you ran yourself up the length of him and kissed the tip, moaning at the salty pre-come that had gathered there.

Dean chanced a glance at you, swallowing hard. “If you continue looking at me like that I’m going to have a hard time controlling myself.”

“I don’t want you to control yourself,” you replied, wrapping your lips around his tip and massaging the front of the head with your tongue before pulling off with a satisfied pop. “I want you to let go.”

As you slide him in and out of your mouth, your hands followed, flattening against his pelvis while you took him nearly three quarters of the way. When you cupped his balls in your hand, he grabbed your head and stilled it, gently thrusting himself down your throat. “My god, Y/N. Your mouth is like silk.”

You popped off his cock, keeping your eyes glued to his as you cleaned the drool off your chin with your finger. “How about my throat?” Before he could answer or look away, you deep-throated his cock and mumbled in approval around him as he came - long, thick spurts hitting your tongue while he struggled to stand.

Standing up, you kissed him deeply, fisting his cock in your hand as you backed up toward his room. Crossing the threshold, he pushed you back toward the bed, eyes dark and determined. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”

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evansrogerskitten · 5 years

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Jensen Ackles as Atum, the Greek God of Perfection.

Atum grew to love earth and its mortals, despite’s their many flaws. So he left the great skies and created a perfect body to walk among them. With a wink of his eye, he became one of the richest, most desired, most gorgeous men in the world. For centuries he wanted for nothing but more decadence, dance, and love. Jensen Ackles, god among us, was walking perfection.

Created for @spnfluffbingo2019 Square Filled: Mythology AU

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amanda-teaches · 4 years

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Frozen Feelings

Summary: Dean’s not too happy with your choice of movie for date night, but his reaction tells a different story.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Square filled: Date Night Jar for @spnfluffbingo2019 and Movie Night for @spndeanbingo

Word Count: 499 (Look, I drabbled!)

Warnings: Some crying, fluffy comfort, spoilers for Frozen (but, it’s been out for six years so I figured we’re safe)

A/N: I saw Frozen 2 this weekend and obviously bawled like a baby, so it got me thinking how Dean would’ve reacted to seeing the movie. Thus, this fic was born. I hope y’all like it! Oh, and go see Frozen 2. It’s a masterpiece.

“Oh come on, Y/N, anything but that!”

You waved the small slip of paper in his face before plopping down on the couch with a triumphant smile. “Date night jar rules, babe. I get to pick the movie, no vetoes.”

He groaned and slumped down next to you. “But, Frozen? Really?”

“Yes, really,” you confirmed, nodding your head. “The sequel’s out now and you still haven’t seen the original. No more excuses. We’re doing this.”

“Hey, I’ve seen pieces!”

You laughed. “Watching ‘Let it Go’ on Youtube and walking around quoting Elsa doesn’t count.”

Tucking your feet under you and picking up the remote, you smirked at the uneasy look on his face. Leaning into him, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Don’t worry, De. You’re gonna love it.”

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One hour and forty-three minutes later, you switched off the TV and turned to face your boyfriend, surprised to find tears rolling down his face. “Oh my gosh, Dean, are you okay?”

You sat up, alarmed, moving until you were on your knees, facing him. You’d only rarely seen Dean cry, mostly when he’d lost someone he loved, so to say you were worried was an understatement. “What happened?” you pressed, placing your hands on his. “What’s wrong?”

“It was...they were…” he paused, and you waited with bated breath for him to finish. “Elsa was her act of true love!”

You opened your mouth, but immediately closed again as confusion washed over you. “Wait, what?”

He looked at you, sniffling a little as he used the back of his hand to wipe away the tears. “I mean, when the Hans guy turned out to be a douche, I was shocked, obviously, but I figured it’d be Kristoff who'd save Anna. But, it wasn’t! She saved Elsa. That cured her frozen heart. It’s just...those two didn’t talk for years, you know, but they still loved each other so much, and then that damn music started playing…”

He started tearing up again, so you rushed to comfort him, climbing up onto his lap and pulling him into a hug. “Aw, baby, don’t cry! I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“No, no,” he muttered, shaking his head against the top of your hair. “It’s good. I just didn’t expect to feel it that much.”

You smiling, curling into him and tilting your head back so you could see his face. “Does that mean you’re happy we watched it?”

“Yeah.” Dean smiled. “I didn’t think it was gonna be that good. For a kid’s movie, it sure as hell packed a punch.”

“Never underestimate the power of Disney,” you laughed, reaching up to wipe the remaining wetness from his face. “Does this mean you’ll come with me to see the second one?”

He grinned, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, but I think you’d better bring some tissues with us this time. If it’s anything like this one, I think I’m gonna need ‘em.”

And, he did.

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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In Your Mind Part 1

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Written For: @spnfluffbingo2019

Square Filled: Body Sharing

Summary: During a witch hunt, you and Dean become spelled together in a way you had never imagined. You just hoped that he wouldn’t figure out the secret you were hiding from him.

A/N: thanks to @impala-dreamer for helping me figure out how to handle this square!

Warnings: None

Leaves crunched under your feet, some still a vibrant yellow, but most had already turned to a faded brown. Tugging the collar of your flannel up, you shivered as the chilly fall air swirled around you.

“Damn its turning cold fast this year,” Dean declared, rubbing his hands together. “Seems like just yesterday you were running around in tank tops and shorts.”

Playing pushing him to the side, you shook your head. “If I remember, I wasn’t the only one wearing skimpy shorts. Sure wish I had seen it.”

“In your dreams sweetheart,” he chuckled cocking his gun suddenly. Both of you froze in a small clearing, leaves floating gently to the ground around you.

Branches swung to and fro, rustling in the wind, camouflaging most little sounds. But the sound of leaves crunching underfoot was loud enough to stop Dean in his tracks.

Raising a finger to his lips, he warned you to stay silent while his eyes searched the dark forest around you. Goosebumps stood on the back of your neck as you braced yourself for the attack.

Bushes, low on the ground, began vibrating, before a little black creature spring from their clutches, meowing pitifully.

“Dean, it’s a kitten!” You exclaimed, crouching down and holding your fingers out, cooing softly to it.

“Y/N, be careful,” Dean warned as the kitten sniffed your fingers cautiously. The kitten was barely eight weeks old, and you started to reach down for it, planning on taking it back to town with you when it latched onto your finger. It’s little teeth were sharp, like needles. Crying out, you pulled your hand away.

“Did it bite you?” Dean asked, moving forward to check your hand when the kitten jumped at him. Hissing, it latched onto his ankles, its sharp little teeth piercing the denim to get to the skin. “Damn it!” Dean cursed, shaking the kitten from his leg. It scurried off into the forest, and you could have sworn you heard a cackling laugh in the distance.

“Forget this,” Dean muttered, lifting his pant leg to see two red spots on his skin, blood starting to drip down. “We’ll come back when the suns up.”

Your hand stung, and you were ready to get back to warmth, so you followed behind Dean, climbing into the Impala, not realizing the fact you were being watched.

“I call shower first!” Dean called out, throwing his bag on the floor before literally running to the bathroom. Rolling your eyes, you let him go. You tugged off your chilled clothes, changing into a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You could hear the shower turn on, and seconds later you heard Dean let out a loud curse just as all the lights went black.

“Dean?” You called out, blinking your eyes furiously at the pounding headache that instantly appeared. It was right behind your eyes, an uncomfortable pressure that almost sent you to your knees.

“Y/N, what the hell happened?” Dean asked, his voice shockingly close.

With the room pitch black, you held your hands out, struggling to find the wall. “Dean, are you still in the shower?” You called out, hearing the water running. “I’m trying to find the light switch.”

“I better damn well be,” he muttered, his words loud, echoing. “But I don’t feel the water. This feeling… it’s cramped and loud. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like it.”

Finally, you flicked the switch on, and dim light filled the stuffy hotel room. Breathing a sigh of relief, you rubbed at your temple, hoping this headache would go away soon. “Dean, I’m coming in,” you announced, shielding your eyes as you turned on the bathroom light. Clothes were strewn about the floor, the mirror fogged up with steam from the heat of the shower. The water pounded against the grimy tile wall, but you couldn’t see Dean inside the shower. “Dean, where the hell are you?” You called out.

“Damn it, not so loud,” Dean grumbled, his voice still close. “I’m right here. Why haven’t you turned on the lights yet?”

A cold shiver ran down your back as you faced the room once more. You saw the two double beds, both unmade with clothes thrown on top. A table was across from the window, your laptop and a couple of empty beer bottles. A fridge and dresser were against the other wall, covered with takeout trash and the nightstand was covered in your guns and Dean’s watch. But Dean was nowhere to be seen.

“Dean?” You spoke softly, knowing that something wasn’t right.

“Yeah?”

“What can you see right now?”

He took a deep breath, before speaking. Once again his words echoed, louder than they should have been. “It’s not as dark as it was. There is this soft light in front of me. I’m in some sort of room, there’s not enough light to see more. But there’s your voice. It’s hard to explain, but its loud when you’re talking. But it’s there when your not, just muted. Y/N, it sounds like your memories.”

Your knees gave out on you then, and you sank down onto the edge of the bed, your head still pounding. “Dean, do you think…,”

“That witch!” He exclaimed. “I bet she left a spell or hex bag in our room while we were out looking for her cabin.”

“She put you in my head?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered your unspoken question. “Wait, can I hear your thoughts?”

You immediately blushed. This was not a situation you had ever expected to be in. There were many things you had never wanted Dean to know about, and now it seemed he was privy to your every thought.

“Not all of them,” he answered. “Everything is muted, but when you think of me, or talk to me, it’s a lot louder. I bet I could go looking around…,”

“No!” You exclaimed, closing your eyes. You could see Dean in the darkness, standing there with his hands on his ears, bending over in agony.

“Dean, I can see you,” you spoke loudly again, keeping your eyes closed.

He straightened up, his eyes squinted in pain. “Can you keep it down? Your voice echoes around quite a bit in here.”

“Sorry,” you thought and Dean sighed gratefully. “What should we do?”

“Call Sam,” he answered instantly. “We’re gonna need help.”

Nodding, you opened your eyes, grabbing for your phone. Scrolling through to find Sam’s name, it was your turn to grimace in pain as Dean yelled. “I can see!”

“Huh?”

“That room I’m in? I walked closer to the light, cliche huh? Anyways, it turns out that I’m close enough that the light was your vision. I can see whatever you’re looking at.”

Taking a deep breath, you hoped that you could survive having Dean stuck in your mind. It was hard, having Dean share your body, your mind. Especially since you didn’t want him to find out about….“

"About what?” He asked. “You have some secret? Ooh, maybe a tattoo, or a fling with a biker, or…,”

“Dean, please just try to stay out of my thoughts, you muttered, pressing the button to call Sam.

After trying to explain the situation to Sam, he promised to head your way as quick as possible. You also sent a text off to Rowena, hoping that she could help you out as well. Dean kept interrupting your thoughts, reminding you to tell Sam something, to give his own ideas. It was hard to concentrate, and your headache was getting worse by the moment.

By midnight you had gotten a message from Rowena. She promised to check around, see if she could come up with a way to fix things. Sam would be here in an hour or two, and you needed sleep. But before that, you needed to use the bathroom. A shower would have been preferred, but you…,”

“You can take a shower,” Dean spoke up. “I can try to not look.”

“I think I’ll wait,” you spoke softly, trying to keep things low and as calm as possible, even though you wanted to scream in frustration. Heading into the bathroom, you kept your eyes closed, humming loudly as you did your business. You didn’t miss Dean’s chuckle as you finished up, and you reminded yourself to keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself.

“Everything okay Y/N?” Dean asked, “I mean besides this freaking witch and her spell. But you seem extra on edge.”

“Fine, everything’s fine,” you muttered, grateful at the knock on the door. Racing into the room, you threw the door open, so relieved to see Sam that you could have thrown your arms around him.

Sam had his hands full of books, and you let him clear space off the table. “So, how did this even happen?” He asked. “I bet Dean is beside himself, being locked up in your head. It’s a lot like Michael all over again.”

“Tell Sam I’ll throw away all his health foodstuff if he ever mentions that bastards name again,” Dean muttered, and you didn’t blame him. Quickly you relayed the information.

“And you Y/N? How are you?” Sam asked, thumbing open a book.

“Well, I just have Dean in my head. How else would I be?”

“I just was thinking about your…,” he started to say, but you quickly shook your head, stopping him from saying anything.

“Nope, everything’s good. I keep my thoughts to myself, and Dean hears and see everything as long as my eyes are open.”

Sam nodded in understanding. “Have you looked for a hex bag? Or anything else showing that the witch was here?”

“I looked. Under the mattresses, in the cupboards. Even behind the dresser. Nothing. Sam, I don’t know how else she could have spelled us.”

“Freaking witches,” Dean grumbled. “I hate witches.”

“Maybe it was something in the forest?” Sam suggested, flipping through the pages of one of the bunker’s books while you sank down on the edge of the bed, completely exhausted. Dean was muttering something in your head, pacing around, driving you crazy. Between that, trying to figure out how to fix things, and trying to keep your feelings from Dean, you were drained.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Dean stopped for a moment. “I know this can’t be easy, and I wish I could be out there, helping.”

“I wish you were too,” you thought when it occurred to you. “Dean, what about the kitten? It’s really the only thing we both touched, and it bit both of us.”

“That’s it!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together, and you cried out in pain. “Sorry. So what do we do?”

You quickly relayed the information to Sam. “Wow, a witch spelling a cat to spell humans. That’s a little complicated don’t you think?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you knew it was about the only thing you had to go on. “All I can say is let’s head to the forest, see if we can find either the kitten or the witches cabin. But not before we get a couple of hours of sleep. Please. I don’t think I can do this much longer.”

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Watching You (1)

Square(s) Filled: Coach AU for @spnfluffbingo2019, Secret Admirer for @spngenrebingo

Warnings: Fluff, drinking, mentions of big brother Dean being a dick in the past, then being crazy supportive, love notes, then creepy love notes, Fluffy with an angsty finish.

Summary: Y/N has a secret admirer that has been leaving her sweet notes. On top of that, she gathers her courage and asks the tall, dark, and handsome Cross Country Coach/History Teacher, Sam Winchester to dinner, thinking he could be her secret admirer. Sam isn’t the secret admirer and someone is unhappy. Will history repeat itself or can Sam keep his new girlfriend safe?

Pairing: Coach/Teacher!Sam x Coach!Reader

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Michael Shurley, Dean Winchester (others to be announced)

Word Count: 4716

Written for: @spnfluffbingo2019 and @spngenrebingo

Beta’d by: The incomparable @amanda-teaches, thank you to the moon and back for everything! Also a huge shout out to @luci-in-trenchcoats, the Queen of AU Whodunits for her feedback. And to @alleiradayne, for her faith in me and her unwavering support.

A/N: This is the first part to a two part story. I feel it was too long for one solid piece. I hope you enjoy it and that you come back for the second part!

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Y/N was exhausted, having gotten up at dawn to watch countless games of their opponents, trying to come up with a strategy. She unlocked her office after another long practice. The first game was just three days away and she wondered if her girls were ready, despite all her planning and drills. She dropped the bag of balls unceremoniously in the chair and flipped the light on, shuffling to her desk, but stopped short when she spotted a plain white envelope with her name on it in the middle of the desk.

She opened the light blue parchment carefully, wondering what it contained. Pulling out the typed letter, she smiled to herself as she read the words aloud.

The note wasn’t signed and she looked around shyly, as if she would be able to spot the person that had left it. She filed the note away in the bottom drawer of her desk and continued on with the task of preparing her volleyball team for their first game. She could hear the bass of a boombox and the clinking of weights from across the hall and got up to shut the door, but it stopped before the latch caught.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re not bothering you are we?” Sam Winchester asked. He was the incredibly tall, incredibly handsome history teacher and head coach of the Cross Country team. She guessed from his question his team was the source of the noise coming from the weight room.

“Oh hey, Sam. No, not really, it’s more in my head, trying to get us ready for the game on Thursday,” she waved him off. “First meet, Saturday, right?”

“Oh yeah. The kids are hitting the weights hard. They are thirsty for a win after last year,” Sam chuckled. “Well, good luck. I’ll leave you to it.”

“You, too. Thanks Sam,” she smiled and turned back to her computer, hearing the door close behind him. She glanced up and saw him turn the corner back to the weight room and a flush crept up her cheeks. “Work hard, then you can play hard, Y/N.”

Thursday rolled around and Y/N was anxious and excited. She always got that way before the first game of the season. After the last three days of practices and drills, she felt the team was ready. She whistled quietly to herself as she carried her bag and travel mug into her office. There, on the desk, was another envelope with her name on it. Inside was another sheet of the light blue paper typed with a few words.

Y/N smiled. She didn’t know who was leaving these sweet notes for her, but she loved them, especially finding this one quite fitting for their first game. She tucked the new note in with the first and set about her day.

A new note greeted her when she returned to her office after the team’s first game and win later that day.

A shiver ran through her as she stuck her head out the door, looking around, but all she could see was her team celebrating as they headed to the locker room. All the other offices were closed as was the door to the weight room. Her secret admirer had just been in her office. Whoever it was had just been there and witnessed their win. She smiled to herself as she continued to wonder who it could be.

A knock on her office door interrupted her thoughts. She lifted her head to see Sam’s large frame filling her doorway. “Hey, I just wanted to stop by and congratulate you on the win.”

“Thanks, Sam. They put in a ton of hard work and they fought hard for it,” she added.

“Want to grab a celebratory beer?” Sam offered, his deep dimples showing. “It’s on me.”

“You know what? Yes! I’ve busted my butt, too. Let me grab my things,” Y/N agreed, sliding the latest note in her bottom drawer, making sure it closed. “Where to?”

The local watering hole where the teachers usually went was slow, but school hadn’t started yet, so Y/N and Sam easily found a booth, a server approaching their table quickly. They placed their drink orders and made small talk while they waited.

Sam had only been teaching at the high school for about a year and Y/N enjoyed the opportunity to get to know him more. She already knew he was attractive and athletic, but he was also incredibly smart. He had obtained his teaching degree and minored in World History, but she learned he also held a masters in Ancient Languages. He had an older brother that was a detective, but they had lost both their parents in an accident before Sam started college.

Sam learned a bit more about the pretty volleyball and basketball coach as well. She occasionally taught when a substitute was needed, but teaching had been her fall back when she was in school. It didn’t come to the forefront until she tore her Achilles during her senior year of college.

“So, you were smiling pretty big back there. Happy about the win?” Sam inquired, raising his hand for another round.

“No. I mean, yes, I was, but that wasn’t why I was smiling,” she laughed. “It was a sweet note that was left on my desk.”

“Oh, from your boyfriend?” Sam asked, mentally kicking himself for not asking first.

“Oh no, nothing like that. I don’t actually have a boyfriend,” she admitted less reluctantly than usual when posed with the topic. She didn’t miss the look of surprise on Sam’s face though when she said it. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just- I just tho-. God, my brother was right,” he chuckled as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“Older siblings usually think they’re right, but not always. What might he have been right about?” she reached over and placed her hand on his arm.

“That I am the worst at flirting. Conversation I can do. Flirting, not so much,” he confessed sheepishly.

“Well, Sam, conversation is flirting to some people, so you can tell your big brother he’s wrong,” she giggled, moving down his arm to grasp his hand in hers. “You’re doing pretty good so far.”

“Oh, I, uh...Thank you, Y/N,” Sam said, his bright eyes finding hers in the fading daylight of the bar.

“Sam, I know you have an early meet on Saturday, but I know this great place with an awesome outdoor patio. Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?” Y/N proposed, her eyes still locked with his.

“Yes. Yes, I would like that very much,” he breathed out.

Y/N let out the breath she had been holding, hoping she wasn’t wrong. It had been a long time, too long, since she had been out on a date with a guy that could hold her attention through more than the appetizer.

“Splendid!” She smiled back at Sam as their next round appeared.

~*~

As a general rule, Y/N loved Fridays, but who didn’t? It signified the end of a work week for most people. But this particular Friday, Y/N was looking forward to her date with Sam, her co-worker with brains and brawn. She had been giddy last night when she arrived home, Snapchatting a friend while trying on outfits for her date. They finally settled on a long floral print jumpsuit with wedge sandals.

She was singing softly to herself as she walked into her office in the morning. Y/N flicked on the light switch and shimmied her way across the room. There sitting in the middle of her desk was another white envelope with her name neatly printed across the front. She tore open the simple envelope and read the words it contained.

It was funny if she thought about it, how the notes made her feel like she felt when she was with Sam. Could Sam be her secret admirer? He had already told her how horrible he was with the whole flirting thing, maybe this was easier for him. Really, it didn’t matter, since they had a date that night. Just the thought of Sam had a wide smile parting her lips as she prepared for another day before a well deserved weekend.

Around noon, Y/N decided to head home. She checked Sam’s office, but it was empty. With her bag slung over one shoulder, she made her way through the school to find Sam, greeting other teachers as she passed them in the halls. She paused as she reached his classroom, seeing him sitting there with stacks of books and maps on either side of him. She hadn’t observed him in his classroom before, so she took a moment to do just that before knocking on the door.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in. Sorry for the mess,” Sam waved to the stacks around him.

“I understand. I just wanted to stop by before I left. Do you want to meet at the restaurant?” Y/N suggested.

“Since I clearly have to up my game, I’d like to the gentlemanly duty of picking you up, if that’s okay with you?” Sam offered.

Y/N smiled but felt the heat flooding her face. “I think I’d like that.” She removed a small notebook from her bag and jotted down her phone number and address, adding a cheesy smiley face. She tore the page out and handed it to Sam, who may have blushed more than she had. “See you at six, Coach.”

~*~

Dinner with Sam, while casual and relaxed, was the most fun Y/N had experienced in quite some time. He was eloquent and animated when he spoke. He was witty and charismatic and his brother had no idea how wrong he was about Sam. His flirting may not be overt, but he was definitely skilled in the subtle art of it.

A quiet but comfortable stroll through the center of town rounded out their evening before Sam drove her home. Y/N had been testing the waters all night and she was confident in her ability to read Sam. She reached over the center console and entwined her fingers with his. She didn’t glance in his direction, but she noticed his head dip slightly as he watched their joined hands, followed by a smile, dimples included, before he returned his attention to the road.

“I had a lovely time tonight, Sam. Thank you,” Y/N turned to him as they reached her front door.

“So did I,” he agreed. “In case I forgot to mention it, you look absolutely stunning.”

“You did, thank you. It’s always nice to hear,” she giggled, her eyes meeting his.

“I’d really like to kiss you, Y/N,” Sam whispered.

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” she remarked.

As if in slow motion, their bodies closed the distance before Sam pressed his lips to hers. They were soft, softer than she could have imagined, and she found herself rising up to her tiptoes and snaking her arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. Sam’s hands flattened against the small of her back, holding her to him. He tasted faintly of red wine and the strawberry cheesecake they had shared and she longed for more, but Sam pulled away, his chest heaving for breath.

Y/N let her arms slip down from their stronghold to rest on Sam’s chest. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. “Whoa.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Sam murmured in the moonlight, opening her front door.

“Goodnight, Sam,” she whispered, slipping inside and shutting the door behind her. Through a crack in the curtains, she watched as Sam bounced down the steps and back to his car. He seemed as pleased as she was with the outcome of their first date. She impatiently waited until he was in his car with the door closed before she squealed for delight inside her darkened house, much to the dismay of her sleeping cat, Mr. Blinkers.

~*~

Y/N bopped her head into Sam’s office. “Wanna get some coffee?” His head and wild mop of still damp hair flew up at the sound of her voice. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“Oh, no, you didn’t! It was just so quiet, I didn’t know anyone else was in.” He walked around the desk, approaching her like a lion stalking his prey and her skin flushed under his gaze. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Yeah? What were you thinking about me?” she whispered, tilting her head.

“Thinking about how I can’t wait to kiss you again,” he murmured, pulling her to the side and shutting the door, backing her into it. “And, I am going to kiss you again.”

“Think you can do better, Coach?” she teased, although she wasn’t sure the first kiss could have been any better.

“Practice makes perfect,” he groaned, crashing his lips to hers. The first kiss they shared was sweet and soft. The second was all heat and want, both of them panting, their swollen lips chasing another taste.

“We should…” she gasped.

Sam took a step back. “Yeah, we probably should. Sorry if I was too forward.”

“Don’t ever be sorry for kissing me,” she retorted. “ But we should probably get that coffee now.”

Sam opened the door and looked around. That was when they heard a door down the hall slam shut. “There isn’t a rule against this is there?”

“No. I read the faculty handbook this weekend, just to be sure,” she answered.

“Nerd,” Sam chuckled as they headed to the teachers’ lounge, giggling like two students.

“Hello Sam, Y/N. Good morning,” a low voice interrupted their conversation.

“Oh, hello, Michael,” Y/N greeted the Religious Studies teacher.

“Shurley,” Sam grunted.

“Have some coffee Winchester, maybe it’ll improve your disposition,” he snickered. “Have a lovely day, Y/N.” Michael turned and left the teachers’ lounge, leaving Y/N staring after him.

“What the hell was that about?” she asked Sam.

“It’s a long story,” he sighed. “A story for another time.”

~*~

“Sam!” Y/N shouted down the hall when they returned from the lounge.

She heard his footsteps before she saw him, but he was in her office in just seconds. “What’s wrong?”

“Someone was in here,” she showed him the note.

“You said something about a note when we went out for drinks last week. How long have you been getting these?” Sam questioned, concern rising in his tone.

“A week, maybe two. I don’t know. They were sweet,” she shrugged. “This is not sweet.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll call my brother and we’ll figure it out,” he promised, wrapping his arms around her in an attempt to provide comfort.

~*~

Y/N’s phone buzzed in the bottom of her bag on her way home. She searched for it, not taking her eyes off the road. “Hello?”

“Y/N, it’s Sam.”

“Hey, did you talk to your brother?”

“Yeah, unfortunately, there isn’t much the police can do,” Sam sighed. “At this point they are just notes. There is no intent of harm.”

“Great.”

“But he suggested getting the locks changed at work and home, just to be safe. I already talked with security and they’ve arranged for a locksmith to come first thing tomorrow. I’m also on my way to your house now with new locks,” Sam informed her.

“Thank you, Sam. I’ll see you in a bit then?”

“I should be there in just a few minutes,” he replied. “See you then.”

When Y/N pulled into her driveway, Sam had already arrived. He was leaning against the trunk of his car, a plastic bag from the home improvement store in his hand and a smile on his face.

“Hey, gorgeous,” he greeted her, leaning in to kiss her.

“Hey yourself,” she laughed. “I’m going to order some takeout while we get these installed. Let’s go inside.” They joked with each other as she unlocked the door. Sam’s laughter died as he spotted another envelope that appeared to have been slipped under her door.

“Well if that isn’t creepy as fuck,” she shuddered.

“Stay here. I’m going to check the rest of the house,” Sam declared. He ran up the stairs, checking each room. “Do you have a basement?”

Y/N nodded, showing him the door near the kitchen. He was back in minutes. “Nothing seems disturbed and the windows are locked.”

Her hands were shaking so much as she attempted to dial the phone to place an order for takeout. Sam noticed and took the phone from her hands, laying it on the table. “Hey, hey. I’m here and you’re safe. It’s going to be okay. As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you, okay?”

Y/N could only nod as Sam held her, trying to calm herself down. After a few minutes, her breathing was back to normal and Sam released her, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Dean, hey. I just texted you Y/N’s address. Can you swing by and help me with the locks?...Yeah, I’ll fill you in when you get here...Oh, can you also pick up a pizza with the works and a six pack?...Yeah, okay. Thanks.”

“Hey, Dean’s going to come help with the locks, then you’ll be all set, okay?” Sam cooed in an effort to keep her calm.

Nearly an hour later, a loud rumbling startled Y/N as she was doing her best to relax into Sam. “It’s okay, it’s just my brother.” He shifted out from under her and opened the door. His brother was tall, not quite as tall as Sam, but he still had some height on him. He carried a couple of plastic bags, two six packs of beer and a large pizza.

“Y/N, this is my big brother, Dean,” Sam introduced them.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, though,” Dean shook her hand. “But, we’re going to make sure you’re safe.”

“Thank you, Dean,” she breathed out. She didn’t know why she felt safer and better after hearing it from a man she didn’t know. Her instincts told her it was because he was a cop.

After a couple of slices of pizza each and a beer, Dean dumped the contents of the bags he’d brought. “So what we have here are what appear to be your run of the mill smoke detectors, Y/N. Only these ain’t so run of the mill. These have hidden motion detection cameras, but hook up and work just like a normal smoke detector.”

Y/N picked up one of the units and took it out of the box, inspecting it carefully. From the outside, it looked completely normal. It didn’t even look that different on the inside, except for the slot for a memory card. “Well, let’s get started.”

Two hours later, Y/N, Sam, and Dean had changed the locks and installed the new smoke detector cameras near the front and back doors. They also installed one at the top of the stairs on the second floor and in the basement stairwell. It took almost no time to download the app and get them all hooked to her wifi. Y/N was feeling safer knowing the cameras were there. It didn’t hurt having two strapping men there as well.

“I’ve got one more thing here for you, Sweetheart,” Dean took out the last box. “This is a bluetooth speaker, also with a hidden camera. Sam gave me a basic layout of your office and this will fit in anywhere. Just make sure it has a clear view of your office door.”

“Dean, I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much. How much do I owe you for this stuff?” Y/N asked, wanting to make sure Dean wasn’t footing the bill for her.

“Got any pie?” Dean laughed. “Seriously, though, we have a buddy that does home security and owed me a favor. Knowing you’re safe is payment enough.”

“I actually do have pie,” Y/N gestured to the corner of her counter.

Dean moved so fast, he nearly tripped over his own feet. He reached into the corner and slowly moved the cake stand toward him. Reverently, he removed the cover and stared at the luscious apple pie. Y/N appeared next to him with a plate, fork and knife. He took the items from her before shooing her away.

“Should we leave him alone?” Y/N whispered to Sam as Dean sliced into the pie.

“Probably. I don’t want you to have to witness Dean with his first love,” Sam chuckled, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her into the living room. He sank down onto the sofa, dragging her with him. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah, thank you, Sam,” she sighed, settling into his lap. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course. You don’t even have to ask. I was going to anyway. This couch is ridiculously comfortable,” he commented, trying to mask his worry.

“My bed’s even better,” she whispered, curling into him, feeling his body tense slightly under her. “I know we’ve only been seeing each other for like five days, but I just feel safe with you. I trust you, Sam.”

“Thank you, Y/N. I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’ll keep you safe,” he promised, holding her tighter.

~*~

The next few weeks flew by without another incident. Between their jobs and coaching responsibilities, Y/N and Sam rarely had time to see each other. It was only in the dark of night, that Sam arrived at her house, holding her close and keeping her safe while she slept.

“Y/N!” Sam announced as he entered her house with the key she had given him after that first night.

“In here!” she called back from the kitchen. He found her at the counter, her hands busy chopping. “I didn’t plan anything for dinner, so I’m just throwing a couple of Cobb salads together real quick.”

“Sounds perfect,” Sam commented as he pulled a chilled bottle of white wine from her fridge. Over the last month, he had become very comfortable in her space. At first it had been out of necessity, but as the days went on, he found they fit into each other’s lives almost seamlessly. She even liked his cooking and enjoyed spending time with his brother.

Dinner was comfortable as they shared stories about their day and their students, wondering if they had ever been that clueless about anything. “Dean says I was clueless about everything.”

“Sam, you’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met,” Y/N confirmed, clearing the table.

“About everything except girls,” Sam laughed, refilling their glasses. “I remember before my first date, he left a porn DVD and a box of condoms on my bed.”

“Oh my god! He did not!” Y/N laughed.

“Oh, he did. I was so nervous at dinner, I almost threw up. I ended up taking her home early,” Sam admitted. “I didn’t even have sex for the first time until I went to college. I just couldn’t. Not with knowing that somehow he’d know if I had, you know?”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be ashamed about Sam. There’s nothing wrong with waiting,” she murmured. “She must have been special.”

“She was,” he mumbled, turning to wash the dishes.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” she laid her hand on his arm, getting his attention.

“No, no, it’s okay. It was a long time ago,” Sam told her, drying his hands on the towel. “I’d like to tell you about her.” He grabbed their wine and led her into the living room. They settled on the sofa, Y/N sitting close to him, sensing they were about to have a heavy conversation.

Y/N was stunned, to say the least. To find out her boyfriend’s first love died in an intentional house fire and they never found the arsonist was not how she thought the night would go. She moved even closer, pulling Sam into her as she held him, providing any comfort she could.

“Michael Shurley and I were friends in college, roommates. He actually introduced me to Jessica. The three of us were inseparable, until things with Jessica and I got serious. We moved in together and that is when Michael turned,” Sam rattled.

“Jessica had been getting some notes, just like you. Then the notes started getting weird, creepy. I didn’t put two and two together soon enough for Jessica,” he informed her. “Michael and I were both questioned about her death and the fire. I had been on a camping trip with my brother the night of the fire. Michael’s alibi was less solid, but the police were never able to prove anything.”

“Sam, I don’t mean to sound unempathetic, but don’t you think I have a right to know all this?” Y/N stood up and began pacing her living room. “There is a huge possibility that this guy, a guy we both know, had something to do with your first girlfriend’s death and you didn’t think it was important enough to mention?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had my reasons. I am doing everything in my power to protect you. Dean has had Shurley under surveillance since the first note showed up here at your house. We figured the less you knew, the safer you would be, and so far it’s working. You’re safe,” Sam explained apologetically.

“Sam, I see him nearly every day. I need to know! The school needs to know!” she clamored. “I-I think you should leave.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you. But you’re safer with me here. I can protect you!” Sam argued, getting to his feet and rising to his full height.

“I’ve got the cameras, Sam. I don’t know if I can I trust you the way I need to,” she told him. “I need some time to think. Please go.”

Sam roughly gathered his things, shoving his feet into his boots at the front door. He paused, his hand on the knob. “Just- just promise you’ll call me if you need anything, okay?”

“I’ve got your brother’s number,” she sniffed. He turned the knob, yanking the door open and slamming it behind him. She jumped at the boom it made, rattling her and the windows. Slumping back into the couch, she allowed herself to let go, sobbing away her hurt in the darkness.

Y/N woke sluggishly. The house was still dark, save for the light above her kitchen sink. She stretched her stiff body, noticing for the first time the blanket draped neatly over her. She remembered her argument with Sam. She remembered asking him leave, telling him she didn’t know if she could trust him. She remembered crying herself to sleep on the couch. She did not remember grabbing a blanket. A blanket that she kept in the window seat of her living room, not on her couch. A chill ran through her as she grabbed her phone off the coffee table. There were three missed calls, five text messages, and a voicemail. All of them from Sam.

Ignoring the notifications, she dialed Dean. Groggily he answered on the third ring. “‘Lo?”

“Dean, it’s Y/N. I’m sorry to wake you, I don’t even know what time it is, but can you come over? I think someone was here.”

Part Two

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