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notinthislife50 · 3 months

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Chapter 50

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Upon entering the field and witnessing the sea of tents and everyone dressed in their attire, you couldn't contain your excitement and lightly jumped up and down on the spot. Grabbing Dean's arm, you squeaked, "I love it! It looks amazing!"

Dean looked down at you, puzzled. "Okay, we need to have a chat because I never knew you were into this."

"Yeah, well, hunting the weird and terrible kind of takes over your life, but I've always been into this," you confirmed, eyes wide as you took everything in.

"I'm dating a nerd," Dean laughed.

"You have no idea," you laughed back. "Come on," you squealed as you ran off, leaving Dean and Sam looking at each other in disbelief.

"My Shadow Orc brethren will descend from the Black Hills," but the Orc abruptly stopped when its teeth fell out.

"Thanks, Gerry. Sorry," the Orc apologised to the man as he placed the teeth back into the Orc's mouth.

"No problem, Monty," the knight smiled.

As Gerry placed Monty's teeth back in his mouth, he announced, "Resume."

"And the tents of Moondoor will be bathed in blood as we unseat the queen of the Moons from the throne she stole from the rightful heir, the Shadow King. And you," the Orc continued, only to be interrupted by Gerry throwing a red bean bag at its forehead.

"Silentium! Serve your time with honor, heathen. And if you need to use the chamber pot, stomp your feet thrice," Gerry confirmed, walking away.

You stood and clapped, but Sam grabbed your hands, making you stop. "What? It was good," you exclaimed.

"Just show us where the queen lives," Sam sighed in frustration.

"Lighten up, Sammy. I promise by the end of all this, you will love it," you smiled at him.

Stopping the passing knight, you bowed, "Dear sir, we are here to pledge our oath to the queen and have heard she is looking for squires. It would honor us if we could serve her."

"What was that?" Dean whispered, looking embarrassed, but you ignored him.

"Well, the queen's calendar is booked up months in advance. But if you wish to witness what's in store for you in her army, her highness is overseeing new squires on the pitch as we speak," Gerry announced.

You watched the fight from the sideline as two fellows battled it out. When one of the knights was brought to his knees, he yielded, revealing the queen. As she gave a speech to her subjects, her eyes landed on the three of you, and you excitedly waved, while Sam and Dean stood stoically.

"Oh, blerg," she sighed out loud. When she finally recovered from the shock, she addressed the crowd, "The queen needs some royal 'we' time. Talk amongst yourselves," and she walked off towards her tent.

You started to follow her when Dean stopped and picked up the sword. "Nice balance," he nodded, impressed.

"Told you you would love it," you smiled.

Your conversation was cut short by Sam, who raised his hands in frustration. "Will you two come on?"

When you entered the tent, Sam shouted Charlie's name.

"Charlie Bradbury is dead. She died a year ago. You killed her. My name is Carrie Heinlein. Oh, and guess what. Now you killed her, too," she stated, packing her bag.

"No, I buried myself. After our last hunt, I thought to myself, 'Hey, it's all good,' and I was fine. I got my life back. Now you're here, and if you guys are here, monsters are here. Why do I have such bad luck? What am I, some kind of monster magnet? Is there such a thing as a monster magnet? You know what? Don't answer that. I don't care. What I care about is not getting my other arm broken or dying. You promised me I was okay." She angrily turned to you, but when you didn't answer, she put her crown on Dean's head and walked off.

"Charlie," you shouted after her, finally finding your voice. As she stopped, you walked over to her and rubbed her shoulder. "Greyfox and Thargrim, Ed and Lance, they're not missing. They're dead, Charlie. You know me. We wouldn't be here if we didn't think we could help."

Charlie stopped and sat down. You explained to her what had happened to her friends.

"Drawn and quartered and bleeding out? Please stop talking again. So what do you think did this?" she asked.

"Well, aside from the mark and them both being LARPers, there's really not much else to go on," you continued.

"Wait, I've seen this before." Charlie exclaimed, looking at the photo on the table. "It's a Celtic magic symbol. At least it was in my favorite video game. How did you not pick that up?" She asked you. "Does that help? Can I go now?"

"It's a start, but no. Listen. What can you tell us about Ed and Lance?" Sam said.

"Good guys. Two of the best members of the queen's ever-shrinking army." Charlie shrugged.

"Ever-shrinking?" Dean raised his eyebrows.

"My kingdom has had a lot of bad luck lately, probably 'cause of me, but maybe it's tied to this. A month ago, one of my guys had both her ankles broken before battle. Before that, I had three people have hospital-worthy accidents while at home. You think there's any connection there?" Charlie seemed sad, hoping you would give her some comfort.

"Did they have any enemies in common?" Sam asked.

"In real life? No. Everyone gets along famously. In the game, though, they had tons of enemies. Red represents the followers of the Moon, my peeps. Green's for Elves, blue's for Warriors of Yesteryear, and black's for Shadow Orcs, total d-bags. This weekend is the Battle of the Kingdoms to see who wears the Forever Crown. This weekend, each faction is an enemy of me and mine." Charlie stopped short while still pointing at the map she was showing you.

"You know if you," Dean began, gesturing to some of the red figurines on the map, "if you move your archers back and your broadswords men to the west."

"Huh. Fight the warriors," Charlie nodded in agreement.

"Yep," Dean confirmed.

"Hey, good call," Charlie sounded impressed.

"Thanks," Dean smiled proudly.

"What about the southern wall?" She asked.

"Well, if we move," you began but were cut off by Sam.

"Guys?" He pleaded, his arms raised.

"Yeah?" you and Dean asked together, and when you saw the look on Sam's face, Dean replied with a sorry.

As Sam continued on what he thought may have happened with the two victims, you and Dean moved different figurines around the map, signaling to Charlie what would work.

"But why not just come after me? And why the escalation?" Charlie asked, the only one listening to Sam.

After a moment of silence, you spoke up “All right, we will canvass the kingdoms. You should get out of here. We don’t want you to get hurt”.

“Whoa, wait. Charlie knows Moondoor a lot better than we do. We need her.” Sam exclaimed

“Sam, I think we can take care of a bunch of accountants with foam swords,” Dean argued

“We need all the help we can get, Dean. People are dying.”Sam pointed out

“My point, which is usually yours, is that she should get somewhere safe and get back to a normal life.” Dean bit back

“Hey, I am right here, and I want to leave.” Charlie reminded everyone “What do you think Y/N” She looked at you for comfort

You cleared your throat “ Charlie, I love you, we have gotten to know each other a lot over the past few months and I would never ask you to put your life in danger, But whatever is going on, has to do with whatever is happening here, these people see you as the queen. Sam is right. People are dying. That can’t happen on the queen's watch.”

You waited for Charlie to yell at you, slap you even, but you were surprised when you heard,

“you know what? I am tired of running. I like my life here. I’m gonna stay and fight for it.” Charlie confirmed.

“And I will fight beside you,” you smiled hugging her tightly, causing Dean to to glare at you, making you smile and wink at him

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Chapter 49

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"Hey Garth," Sam answered his phone, rousing you from your sleep. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up, wrapping your hands around Dean. And groggily greeted him "hey."

Dean, smiling at you through the rearview mirror, squeezed one of your arms. "Hey, you sleep okay?"

"Mhmmm," you hummed in response, turning your attention to Sam, who had just hung up. "What's up with Garth?"

"It's close, Farmington Hills, Michigan. Dude got ripped limb from limb inside his locked apartment," Sam confirmed.

"Well, that's not good," Dean remarked.

As the three of you approached the sheriff, Sam introduced the group. "FBI? You guys are quick. Haven't even got the body out yet," the sheriff replied.

"Well, the FBI is all work and no play," Dean glared at Sam.

"Alright Jack, calm down," you elbowed Dean. "You know, why don't you give my partners the tour while I look around?"

"You sure you don't need help?" Dean called from behind you.

"I work better on my own," you shouted back.

In the kitchen, you pulled out your EMF reader, finding nothing. Soon, you rejoined the guys.

"Fortunately, we got a real lead off his cell phone," the sheriff said. "An accountant, also in his 30s, also lives alone."

"How is he a lead?" Sam looked confused.

"The two of them talked together for 15 minutes, and then Lance sent Ed here all kinds of angry texts. Some of them were your typical threat stuff, but some were a little weird."

"Weird how?" you asked.

"You shall bleed for your crimes against us," the sheriff quoted. "And, this beauty I am a mage. I will destroy you. These kids today with their texting and murder. My men just brought Lance into the station for questioning."

"Well, we're gonna need to take the first crack at the suspect," Dean confirmed.

"It's your world," the sheriff replied.

"Lance Jacobsen? We're with the FBI," Dean stated as the three of you entered the interview room.

"The FBI? I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe Ed's dead," Lance broke down.

"Lance, just breathe. You're fine," you comforted him. "We just need to ask you a few questions. Try to calm down."

"We want to know about the texts you sent Ed last night," Dean questioned.

"I told them when they brought me in those texts weren't from me. I mean, they were from me, but they weren't from me me," Lance sobbed.

"Did you really think that sentence was gonna clear things up?" Dean asked, perplexed.

"I'm sorry. This is all a big misunderstanding. Those text messages were from Greyfox the Mystic to Thargrim the Difficult. Our characters in Moondoor. Moondoor is a game that Ed and I play."

"You're Larpers?" you asked excitedly.

"Yeah, we play Moondoor every other weekend at Heritage Park. All the info about it is on our website," Lance smiled slightly at you.

"You guys have a website?" Dean asked, looking at you.

"Yeah, one of the players designed it. If you log onto the site, they should have posted pictures from last night's feast. I was there all night," Lance confirmed.

"What does any of this have to do with the texts?" Sam asked, growing impatient.

"I play a character named Greyfox the Mystic. I'm a very, very powerful mage in the game. Ed was Thargrim the Difficult of the Elder Forest, son of Hargrim and Bouphin, he was Lancelot to my Merlin," Lance explained, breaking down again.

"Well, if you guys were so tight, then why the threatening messages?" Dean inquired, nodding his head in confusion, when he saw the smile on your face.

"We were named to the queen's honor guard, in anticipation of the coming Battle of Kingdoms this weekend. I thought he broke protocol, so I called Ed after game hours and accused him of cheating, and then I challenged him to a duel."

"A duel?" Sam said, not believing what he was hearing.

"Wands and swords at dawn," Lance nodded.

"Now, when you say wands, do you mean magic wands?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows.

"No. Un-magic wands, Agent. Because what I want in a duel is an un-magic wand. Yes, fake wands. It's a game. I can't believe it. Oh, ye Gods, Thargrim the Difficult has fallen," Lance began sobbing.

"Hang in there, Lance," you patted his shoulder. "We will find out who did this."

The three of you left the interview room.

"So? Do you believe in Dungeons & Dragons?" Sam scoffed.

"Those weren't crocodile tears, Sam. That's not our guy," you said confidently.

"So what are we looking at?" Sam asked.

"You saw the chain mail. This could be Fifty Shades of Greyfox for all we know," Dean smirked, winking at you.

And you blushed, smiling at him. "That's a LARPing experience I wouldn't mind trying."

"Dear god," Sam groaned.

"All right, well, let's check out the Moondoor site, and see if Lance's story checks out," you smiled.

"Welcome to Moondoor, Michigan's largest LARPing game," you grinned, leaning back in the chair.

"You sound like you know all about this," Sam accused.

"Well, Sammy, I do," you said proudly.

"We definitely need to get out more," Dean groaned, causing you to slap him on the shoulder. "And how do you know all about this?"

Before you could answer, Sam had clicked on the Picture Gallery where Lance appears dressed in costume and holding a tankard.

"There' s our guy," Sam confirmed.

"It actually looks kind of awesome," Dean grinned.

"It really is," you laughed.

"All right, there's a video," Sam rolled his eyes at you both.

Sam clicked on the video, but called out in shock when he saw the woman on the screen. "Wait, is that?"

"Queen of the moor, Charlie," you announced proudly, cutting him off.

"Wait, you knew about this? She said not to talk to her?" Dean sounded hurt.

"Yes, we came across each other in World of Warcraft. I told you I was playing with her," you tried to explain.

"Wait, so Charles the Warlock is Charlie, Charlie?" Dean finally caught on.

"Yes," you laughed.

You watched in sadness as the coroner wheeled Lance's body away.

"You're gonna want to see this," the sheriff pointed, indicating for you to follow him.

You all watched in disbelief as Lance coughed up blood and died in the interview room.

"God forbid he was contagious. I'm gonna go dip myself in hand sanitizer," the sheriff looked disgusted, making you angry. Dean pulled you into him.

"He isn't worth it," he soothed.

“There. See that?” Sam rewound the video, pointing at Lance's tattoo " Same as Ed’s, You recognize it from anything?

“Aside from the mark of the creepy here, the only thing these guys have in common is LARPing.” Dean shook his head defeated.

“Lucky for us, we know the queen.” you sadly smiled.

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notinthislife50 · 4 months

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Dean Winchester x Reader - Prompt Response - "Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

Summary: When Sam calls to tell you that Dean is gone, you can't accept it. Not until you visit the offline Bunker and see for yourself. ...But is he really gone?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Huntress!Female!Reader

A/N: Prompt from @thelonelyempath. I had this idea for a scene in my head that took place during 15x20 with the reader and Sam & then from there it just kind of wrote itself, including the semi-twist. Hope it's okay.

There is a song mentioned in here ("Is This Love" by Whitesnake) which is a sort of homage/dedication/thank you. I read this Dean x Reader fic a long time ago (I can't remember the name of the fic or the author right now, I'm sorry!) but they used the song for some Dean/Reader time in the Impala and I had never heard the song before so I checked it out. I have become obsessed with it. It's so perfect, not only for Dean but in general as an 80s love rock ballad. So thank you to that author whoever you are!

This is meant to take place between mid-15x20 and Dean's foray in The Winchesters (pre-series).

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: angst; mentions of character death; mentions of implied sex

Word Count: 12k+

"Sleep. I'll keep you safe."

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You sat on the corner of the bed in your motel room, numb, your phone next to you, having been forgotten long ago.

It couldn’t be true. It wasn’t. You refused to believe it. How was Dean just gone? On a simple hunt? How?

Sam had called you to give you the news. You could hear the breaks in his voice as he relayed what happened, sounding as if he had been crying just a few minutes before. Vampires. Who were mute. A gang of them run by a vampire named Jenny they had faced off with years ago. On a hunt with John. She had gotten away and they thought she was gone for good. Apparently not.

You were frozen, in shock, unable to process what he was telling you.

“Y/N?”

“I… I need to see him,” you whispered.

Sam was quiet for a moment before he forced out, “I gave him a hunter’s funeral.”

You shut your eyes in pain. “What?” You could feel your throat tightening as well as your chest.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I had to. I couldn’t…” You heard him take a breath. “I couldn’t make the long drive with… I just couldn’t.” You could hear those breaks again and you should have been hurting for him, that not only did he have to watch his brother die but he’d had to burn him alone. But right then you got angry and you couldn’t help snapping at him.

“Why would you burn his body, Sam? You know we need his body to bring him back!”

“Y/N, he didn’t want to be brought back.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Yeah, I do. He told me right before he died. As long as I was going to be okay,” Another break. “He was done.”

A tear rolled down your cheek and regret immediately consumed you. You knew Sam was telling you the truth. Dean making sure Sam would be okay as he was dying clinched it for you. Sam had always been his main concern. You started mentally berating yourself then. If only you hadn’t let fear stop you, you could have given him something to live for, to fight for. He would have let Sam call for help, call Jack, something. He would have made sure he somehow made it home, just like he always did. But you didn’t and now, he was gone. Truly and irrevocably gone.

Another tear slipped down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away. “I have to go, Sam.”

“Y/N, I—”

You ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. You weren’t trying to be heartless. Sam was obviously struggling and you should be there for him. That’s what Dean would want, you knew that. The two of you being there for each other, helping one another, you looking after his little brother while he looked out for you. But you just…couldn’t.

Why hadn’t you called Dean? After everything that went down with Chuck and Jack? Why hadn’t you reached out? You owed him that at the very least. So why hadn’t you?

You knew the answer to that. You were scared and like a coward, you’d told yourself it wouldn’t have made a difference. It wouldn’t have changed anything. But a part of you knew it would and that scared you just as much.

You thought back to the last time you’d seen him, right after he and Sam went to try to get Amara on board against Chuck. He was still reeling with the news that Cas had told him before he’d left, that Jack was going to sacrifice himself to kill Chuck. He cared about Jack, more than he let on, even though the kid had accidentally killed Mary. Jack was family to him and he was having a serious moment of doubt. If Jack’s plan would work; if he should let it happen; if he should tell Sam; if Chuck hadn’t been right, he would win in the end. He was so beyond tired of that: Chuck winning. He didn’t want to sacrifice Jack but if they could be free of Chuck and have a chance…

He was torn up about it and he’d called you, asked you where you were, then begged you to come to the Bunker when he found out you were only an hour or so away. You hadn’t wanted to, you could hear the desperation in his voice and you knew all too well what would happen if you went. You were still hurting and you didn’t know if you could survive that.

You didn’t bother telling him that the reason you were an hour outside of town was because you’d temporarily settled there, not sure where to go or what to do. Sure, you took on hunts here and there, but ultimately you were lost. Ever since Dean broke things off with you because he couldn’t tell what was real anymore versus what had been Chuck all along. The breakup had hurt, of course, but that caused pain in you that you weren’t really sure you would ever come back from. Him thinking everything between you might not be real? After you’d given him everything you could because you deeply loved him? In your heart, you knew it was real, but when you had said this to him, he’d simply responded with “I don’t” in his typical detached way he adopted whenever he had made up his mind that he had to do something for the greater good, no matter how hard it might be. You thought he had already broken your heart, but it shattered right then in your chest.

Since it was Dean, though, and he never begged, you went. And sure enough, what you worried would happen, happened. One minute, you’d been wiping the rare tears he let fall around you, and the next minute, he was kissing you and gently pushing you back onto his bed. You could feel the desperation in his movements, his touches, the way his lips trailed over your skin. Shockingly, he took his time with you, and it only hit you halfway through that this was his real goodbye. It wasn’t guaranteed that Billie’s plan would work but he hoped it would. And if it did, then that meant he and Sam would finally be free and they could hang it up if they wanted to, do something else with their lives and move on. And that possible future didn’t include you.

You’d silently cried then, holding onto Dean as he moved and moaned into your ear. When he pulled back to kiss you, your cheeks were free of any tear tracks and you kissed him back. You wondered how on earth he couldn’t feel that this was very real between you as you moved your hips to meet his in a tender rhythm as he held you in his lap, his green eyes staring into yours as he held you close. Sex was sex but this right here, this right in between you right then that he refused to put a name to, it was beyond real. You knew he could feel it just as much as you could…so why was he still hellbent on throwing it (and you) away?

A little while later, you had laid there, with his head on your chest, running your fingers through his hair in soothing strokes, his body still entangled with yours, staring up at the ceiling as you both were still trying to catch your breath. Your heart spoke for you before you could stop it. “I love you,” you whispered, meaning it with every fiber of your being.

It shocked the hell out of you and made something warm and fluttery happen inside your chest when he sleepily murmured to your skin, “Love y’too. Don’go.” You ended up chalking it up to him being in a post-sex sleep daze though, not knowing what he was really saying or even really having heard you correctly. That or he only meant for the night because the very next morning, things went back to how they were.

Dean seemed surprised when he woke up to find you next to him, scrolling through the news feed on your phone for any new cases. You’d given him a warm smile. “Hey, sleepyhead,” you teased.

Instead of smiling back, though, he cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. “Hey.” You could see that familiar detached expression settle on his features and you knew he was regretting the night before. He had been drinking by the time you got there, sure, but he hadn’t been inebriated. He was incredibly lucid by the time he made a move on you so try as he might, this couldn’t be chalked up to a drunken mistake.

You could literally feel that wall going back up and you gave one last ditch effort to keep him from shutting you back out, even laying a hand over his. “Dean, don’t—”

He pulled away from you and got out of bed, quickly slipping on his Scooby Doo boxers and jeans that he grabbed from the floor. You might have smiled seeing the familiar underwear that you hated but secretly loved if you weren’t hurting so much. “I’m hungry. You hungry?” He asked, slipping a black t-shirt over his head. “I’ll go see if Sam’s cooking anything up. I need a serious cup of coffee. You just…” He glanced back at you, seeing you holding the sheet tightly to your chest as you watched him, compulsively swallowing when he saw your eyes glistening. “You, uh, just come out when you’re ready.” He then made his way out of the room, closing the door behind him and never looking back.

You sat back against the headboard, dissolving into a fit of tears and quiet sobs. You knew you should have never come. Once you were able to breathe without fresh tears welling up, you got yourself cleaned up and redressed. You splashed some water on your face and you took a deep breath before leaving the room. You were near the bunker stairs when Sam called out to you.

“Hey! Y/N!”

He was coming over to you, a big smile on his face. He was pleased to see you.

“Hey,” you greeted back just as warmly, forcing a smile.

He gave you a quick hug and you could see Jack a little ways behind him, giving you a smile and wave. “I didn’t know you were here. We were just about to have breakfast. Why don’t you join us?”

“Oh, I…”

You were saved from having to make an excuse when Dean appeared next to Jack, his expression severe and cold all at the same time. “She’s got a hunt she’s heading out for. Possible vamp nest in Duluth. Right, Y/N?”

Just when you thought he couldn’t hurt you even more, there he went proving you wrong. “Right,” you agreed quietly. You turned a wan smile onto Sam. “I’ll take a raincheck.”

“Duluth?” Sam glanced from his brother to you. “Maybe we can give you a hand on this one.”

“We can’t,” Dean stated firmly. He gave his brother a look and Sam’s brows furrowed before realization played upon his features and his jaw tightened. He turned apologetic hazel eyes onto you. “Donna’s up that way. If she needs a hand, she can call her,” Dean added.

You felt sick to your stomach. Obviously, you weren’t heading to Duluth or anywhere near Minnesota but the way he dismissed you so casually…the pain was overwhelming. The smile you kept on Sam turned into more of a grimace. “I appreciate the offer, Sam, but I’m good. Like your brother said, I can call Donna if I need anything. Don’t worry. Thanks, though.” You squeezed his arm and then turned to make your way up the stairs.

“Best of luck,” Dean gruffed out. You turned to see pure ice staring back at you.

You pressed your lips together to keep from falling apart right there, from demanding why Dean had obviously only called you for sex and a pick-me-up when there plenty of women in Lebanon that could do that for him, from begging him to wake up and see you were right in front of him and that what you had was very much real before it was too late. Instead, you continued climbing the stairs.

“Keep us updated and give us a call if you need anything,” Sam called after you.

“Will do,” you forced out.

“Good luck,” Jack offered.

When you reached the top, you glanced once more at Dean. His expression hadn’t changed one bit. The green gaze staring back at you was cold, hard. You let out a huff and shook your head, turning to open the door and close it behind you. That had been the very last time you saw him.

After that, you went back to the motel you had been renting a room in, packed up, and headed across state lines. You ignored Dean’s calls but took Sam’s.

Apparently, at some point, you had vanished when Chuck disappeared everyone. You had no idea until Donna filled you in. That explained the several missed calls from both Sam and Dean and the voicemails they left. Both had sounded desperate, especially Dean.

“Please, Y/N. I know you’re pissed at me and I get it but please call me back. Or call Sam. I don’t care. Just as long as we know you’re still with us and that you’re okay.” His tone sounded rough around the edges but considering the context Sam gave you when you did call him (there was no way you were calling Dean, especially not now), you realized they were just desperate to get in touch with anyone, having lost Cas and being the only three forms of life left on the planet.

Dean was right, you were angry. Angry that he’d used you that night, angry that he’d broken your heart in the first place. He had pursued you before you got together, not the other way around. By the time you let your guard down enough to let him in and things kicked off between you, he was deep in. Or so he’d said. By the time he ended things, you were deep in yourself. Now…now you were in even deeper thanks to him, so deep you were pretty sure Dean would haunt you the rest of your life no matter how you tried to shut him out of your heart.

Another tear rolled down your cheek. Though, you’d never meant the word haunt literally.

You wiped your face with your sleeve and let out an aggravated breath before getting to your feet. You grabbed your coat, your emergency bag, your hunting bag, and the car keys from the table near the door. You locked up and got into the car you only used for hunts and grocery trips now, starting it and backing out of the driveway.

It’s not that you doubted what Sam had told you or Sam himself, but you needed to see things for yourself. You turned the car in the direction that would lead you to Kansas.

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You opened the door to the Bunker, seeing nothing but darkness greeting you, the clanking of the door being the only sound to echo in the large chamber. That was strange. They never shut it down when they left for hunts. You hit the lights and hearing a loud thrumming sound, you watched as they came back on, one by one. You had your own key since you were also a Legacy. You’d never been more thankful for that fact when you arrived to find the Bunker locked down, no Sam in sight.

You shut the door behind you and dropped your bags near the table. You bit your lip to keep your eyes from welling up when you noticed an unfinished chess game on the table, most likely one that Dean and Cas had been engaged in, but now neither of them would be back to complete it. Instead, you focused on the matter at hand. You pulled your gun out and an angel blade, slipping the latter into your coat pocket in case you needed it. In the other pocket, you slipped a flask of holy water and a small piece of iron bar you could wield if need be. In your gun sat silver bullets; you couldn’t be too careful nowadays. Especially if the word was out to the world of the supernatural that Dean Winchester was gone and only Sam was left now, alone.

You slowly made your way down the stairs, listening intently for any other noises you might hear. All that you could make out besides your footsteps was the low hum of electricity that was commonplace for the old bunker. You cleared the library, the hallways, the kitchen, the shower room, the infirmary, the Dean Cave where you’d been forced to watch The Lost Boys and slasher films more times than you cared to count (you had dug your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from crying when you saw the DVD cover of Tombstone left near the TV), every single room in the place until you came to the one that made a lump form in your throat. You swallowed it back down and forced yourself to focus, raising your gun that much higher. You opened the door and hit the lights, scanning every which way. The room was clear.

You lowered your gun and made your way inside, the lump in your throat back again. Your eyes roamed over the hastily made bed; the empty dog bowls on the floor (which made your brows furrow in confusion slightly); the messy desk; the empty beer bottles on the table; the headphones on the nightstand; the shotguns on the wall; the books scattered about; the load of laundry sitting off to the right in a corner. Memories washed over you and your eyes began to sting as tears welled up.

You’d walked into the room to find Dean jamming out on his bed, listening to music through the headphones he’d insisted on buying on your last trip. You huffed out a laugh and dropped the laundry basket of folded clothes onto the bed, garnering his attention.

He opened his eyes and glanced up to find you smiling at him.

“What are you listening to?”

He held one of the phones away from his ear and you could hear some serious strumming of heavy metal guitar coming out of it. “Huh?”

“I said, what are you listening to?” You asked a little louder.

“What?” He nearly yelled.

You picked up the top item from your pile, his Scooby Doo underthings, and playfully tossed it at him. It landed squarely on his chest and he immediately jumped up as if it had burned him, his cheeks turning redder by the second as he threw the headphones onto the bed.

“You did my laundry?” He asked in horror.

Amazing. You two had explored every single inch of each other time and time again, been sort of rooming together for the past month, but he was embarrassed that you washed his dirty underwear?

You shrugged and began to place his folded clothes on the bed. “I had room in the washer so I figured I’d grab yours, too. You’re welcome.”

“You washed our clothes together?” He sounded genuinely surprised.

You gasped and gave him a mock look of horror. “Oh no, not together.” You tossed a pair of jeans over at him and he caught it in time. “I used detergent, fabric softener, dryer sheets, and everything,” you teased. “But putting it away is where I draw the line, pal. That’s on you.” You pointed to the neat pile sitting on the bed before moving over to the door to head to the room you kept your things in down the hall.

Arms wrapped around you from behind, stopping your trek, and Dean murmured into your ear, “You washed my clothes for me?”

“And folded, too,” you pointed out. “Don’t forget that.”

“Mmm, what else can I get you to do for me?” He grabbed the basket from you and placed it down before gripping your hips and moving in to kiss your neck.

“Hey, I’m not your maid. I had room in the washer, that was it. Don’t get used to this,” you laughed before digging your teeth into your lip when you felt his tongue on a particular part of your skin.

“What if I want to get used to this?” He moved up to your jaw line.

“I’d say you’re SOL. Unless…”

“Unless?” He hummed near your lips.

“Unless you finally let me tidy up this room a little.”

His head shot up, frowning down at you. “What? Why, what’s wrong with how it is now?”

“Well,” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Some of these papers on the desk need organizing, the books can be put in a stack on the table over there, these empty beer bottles can be thrown out, the shotguns you have near the bed can be put away…”

“There’s nothing wrong with anything you just mentioned,” he grumbled.

“Oh, really? So the other night when you were doing that thing—”

“That thing you really like,” he interrupted, smirking cockily at you.

You had to keep from rolling your eyes and smirking yourself. “When I moved, I knocked into the shotgun and it fell. It almost went off. You remember that?”

“Nothing happened or went off, well, except you.” His smirk got even bigger. “You remember that?”

This time you gently swatted at his shoulder. “Dean.”

He heard the warning in your no-nonsense tone and laughed, leaning in to kiss you. “Alright,” he whispered to your lips. “I’ll put the shotguns up out of the way. But everything else stays.”

You huffed out an exasperated breath. One of these days when he wasn’t looking, you swore you’d do as exactly as you’d suggested. Clear out the empty bottles and stack the books at the very least.

“Hey, it’s all about compromise, right? Speaking of that,” He turned you around in his arms and you were once again facing the laundry basket he’d left on the floor. “Find a space and keep some of ‘em in here.”

A pleasant shock ran through you. “Are you sure?” You whispered.

He slowly turned you back around and gently cupped your chin. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’m sure. You’re practically sleeping in here every night, anyway. I’d rather you not have to put back on the same clothes from the night before or walk naked down to your room. Then again, naked…”

You glared up at him, making him chuckle and brush his lips against yours. “I just didn’t want to crowd you,” you admitted after a moment. “It’s your space. If I’m in here too much, I can—”

“I want you here.” You gazed into his green eyes, unsure, but all you saw staring back at you was softness with a glint of earnestness. He was telling you the truth; he really wanted you to stay.

“Okay,” you agreed with a shy smile.

He beamed at you and then picked you up, making you gasp loudly and wrap your legs around his waist. “Not that you’re gonna be needing them right now.”

You shook your head and kissed him as he walked you both towards the bed. When he had you on it, you could hear the music coming from the forgotten headphones. “Is that…Whitesnake?”

Dean smirked down at you. “Uh huh. One sec.” He reached over, quickly clicked something on his phone, and the music suddenly changed. You smiled when a familiar song started up.

“Really?”

“What? It’s our song.”

You framed his face with your hands, looking up at him affectionately. “Dean Winchester, secretly sentimental and sensitive guy extraordinaire,” you teased him.

“Shut up,” he mumbled. “I’m not any of that crap. It’s the first song we made good use of Baby’s backseat to, that’s all. Now that you’re staying in here, we gotta celebrate.”

Romantic. You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Like I said, sentimental.” You pulled him down to you and kissed him sweetly. Needless to say, he had been right; you hadn’t needed your clothes for a little while.

You took in a ragged breath, your fingers gently touching over the papers on his desk. While you hated the empty beer bottles and you didn’t want to end up possibly shot with a salt round during a passionate moment of sex, you really hadn’t minded how he had things. You knew this was the first home he and Sam ever really had. He could keep things messy or disorganized if he wanted to; he had more than earned the right. It might sound silly to someone else but he deserved to experience living in a home, mess and all, like everyone did at some point in their lives. Not only did he not have a place to do that since he’d been four years old, he’d never felt comfortably settled in anywhere ever to be able to do it. You remembered him and Sam telling you how long it had taken Dean to settle into this room, to think of the Bunker as not just theirs but home. You’d kick the crap out of anyone who tried to take that away from him, and you would be the last person to try to do it yourself. You still thanked him when he hung the shotguns up on the wall; you were beyond grateful. That time, he was the one who went off and quite happily.

A sob nearly tore its way out of your chest when you saw his handwriting on one of the papers. Your fingertips traced each letter. How could he really be gone?

You ran your fingers over an open file, wondering what he had been looking at, when you heard the clicking of nails on the floor behind you. You spun, lifting your gun, to find Sam standing in the doorway, watching you with wide eyes as a dog appeared beside him. That must have been what you’d heard. You lowered the gun and let out a relieved breath. “What are you doing here?”

You winced internally at your question. He had every right to be here, this was his home. You were the intruder.

“The monitoring system we set up… I was alerted that someone was in the Bunker. I locked it down and I know only he and I had the keys, so I didn’t know if…” You watched as he compulsively swallowed.

You turned back to the desk. “I get that. Where were you, by the way? Why did you lock it down?” He didn’t answer for a moment when you glanced over your shoulder at him, seeing his gaze glued to the ground. “Sam?”

His eyes flicked up to yours and he swallowed again. “I was on my way to Austin. For a case. But then…” He gestured towards you. “I turned around and headed back to see.” You noticed he didn’t mention why he had locked the Bunker down but then again, he didn’t really need to. Who else would be coming here now that Dean, Cas, and Jack were gone? Mary was gone as well as most of the other hunters you’d worked with over the past couple of years. Apocalypse World Bobby was still up in Minnesota somewhere. Apocalypse World Charlie and Stevie had moved East, choosing to retire after what happened with Chuck temporarily disappearing everyone. Garth and Bess still lived in their home with their family. Jody and the girls had their own operation up in Sioux Falls with Donna lending a hand every now and then. And you…well, you never told Sam where you were.

You gave him a slow nod and dropped your eyes back down to the desk, running your fingers over the pages of an open lore book Dean had been reading. It was probably ridiculous but you thought maybe you could somehow still feel him here (though you did not want him to be a ghost), that perhaps by touch or sight or smell even that you could somehow connect to what his last days had been like. You wondered if he somehow knew deep down or if he hadn’t seen it coming. Even though he had always told you that he didn’t see a good ending for himself down the road, that he was forever bound to this life, you knew he also secretly fantasized about his life going in a different direction, one he’d included you in once upon a time. You then wondered if there was a girl somewhere who was either waiting for a phone call she would never get or was crying her eyes out because Sam had given her the news like he had you. It hurt to think that maybe he had found someone that he envisioned another future with instead of you, with someone he knew without a shadow of a doubt that Chuck hadn’t inserted into his life as a manipulation or a story device. Someone that he didn’t question what he had with them, if it was real. Though at the same time, you hoped he found a little piece of happiness. You still loved him enough to want that for him.

You briefly closed your eyes in pain when you remembered that last night you spent with him, telling him you loved him. You truly meant it and even though he hurt you again and again, you still did. You forced the thought away and instead chose to focus on the open book in front of you. “What was he working on?” You choked out, quietly clearing your throat once you heard how rough your voice sounded.

You turned the page, seeing mentions of witches and vampires, when you realized Sam never answered you. You glanced back at him, arching your brows in question.

Sam’s eyes were wide and laser focused on your body, his mouth hanging open. Shit.

You should’ve known that despite the dark clothing you were wearing, the long black coat you were sporting, turning away from him, that you wouldn’t be able to hide your secret much longer. Truthfully, it wasn’t even something you’d thought about when you set out for the bunker. Had Sam been here when you arrived, he probably would have seen it then.

You turned towards the younger Winchester and Sam’s eyes flickered up to you. “Are you…?”

“Yes, Sam.”

Sam closed his mouth and swallowed, glancing back and forth between you and your protruding belly. You read the clear question in his eyes that he was burning to ask.

“You’re going to be an uncle.”

Except the few times he’d been close to death, you’d never seen Sam look so pale.

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You and Sam sat on the edge of Dean’s bed, Miracle (as you’d come to find out was the dog’s name) laid at your feet, his head on his paws.

“How?” Sam finally asked you.

You snorted in amusement. “You know how.”

“No, I mean… Why didn’t you tell Dean? Did you tell Dean? Because he didn’t tell me and I don’t think that’s something he wouldn’t have told me.”

You wet your lips with your tongue, feeling the heavy weight of guilt and sadness wrap around you once more. “No. I didn’t tell him,” you whispered. It was now the biggest regret of your life, right before the second biggest one of you walking out of the bunker the morning you’d last seen him and not fighting harder to get him to let you back in.

“Were you ever going to?”

Your eyes snapped to Sam at the judgment clear as day in his tone and they narrowed. “No, I wasn’t. He made it pretty clear he wanted nothing more to do with me or anything related to me. So, no, Sam, I wasn’t,” you snapped.

He pressed his lips into a thin line and looked down at his lap.

You turned your gaze forward again, taking a breath to tamp down the familiar anger and resentment that you’d worked so hard to try to let go of. After a moment, you rubbed at your forehead. “Yes,” you muttered. “I don’t know. I think so…”

Sam stayed quiet and let you sort through your thoughts which you were grateful for. You’d been caught completely off guard by the pregnancy yourself. When you found out, you thought back to how you unwisely didn’t take your usual precautions and since you and Dean had broken up long before that, you hadn’t been too concerned with maintaining your birth control.

You’d thought over your options. Bringing a kid into the hunting lifestyle was the worst thing you could do to it. Dean and Sam were living proof. Their mom herself had known it which was why she tried to get out when she married their dad. Not to mention, it would make you vulnerable in your line of work and the kid would always be in danger, always have a target on its back. Plus, you were pretty sure that even if you told Dean, he’d be less than thrilled. He always told you he didn’t want kids, for the very reasons you were now facing. And did you really want to bring a kid into the world that Chuck was about to end, only to have a father who was dismissive of it, or even hated it? You didn’t think Dean would be capable, he’d been great with Jack and Ben after all, but this was different. This kid would have his blood, his genes, would look like him somewhat. Sure, he had that in Emma once and that had torn him up, but this would also be different. This was for the long haul. And that’s only if he even wanted to be in this kid’s life. Which he might opt not to. How could you do that to your child? So you considered choosing to end the pregnancy, which would have been a true mercy given everything stacked against it before it would be born, but eventually you decided otherwise.

You’d heard the baby’s heartbeat on a checkup while you were still mulling it over, and that was it. Dean wanted to know if what you had was real or not? Here it was, its little heart thumping away deep within your body. After that visit, you’d decided the hell with it. You were someone who believed everything happened for a reason, well before things with Chuck went bad though you still operated on this age-old belief most of the time. You were having a kid, one who would be half of you and half of Dean, the love of your life for all intents and purposes. Though it had hurt when he dismissed you that morning, perhaps this had been the reason why he called you out of the blue, wanting you to come to him, and why you went despite knowing what would most likely happen and how much pain it would cause you.

So you made a decision to start pulling out of hunting. Donna rented her family cabin in Hibbing to you. Bobby hadn’t been back since Mary died so it was sitting empty and unused. You hid the pregnancy as best you could but ultimately, once the first trimester was over and you had popped, you couldn’t hide it anymore. Donna found out though she never knew who the father was. She didn’t pry which you appreciated. When she called you to warn you that Billie was making people disappear left and right, a familiar fear clawed at your chest. Not only fear for your child but also the fear of what if Dean found out about it. That was the only thing that kept you from offering to come down to Kansas to help.

“We’re going into some place warded to protect us. You should do the same. I can send you pictures of the sigils they’re using.”

“Okay, thanks. Are you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Yeah, don’t you worry. We’ll figure this out. You just stay safe in the cabin. You and…well, you know.”

You appreciated her staying discreet when you heard Sam’s voice in the background. “I will. Thanks, D.”

“You betcha. Talk soon.”

You hung up and Donna did indeed send you the pictures. You did your best with what you had but it didn’t matter in the end. The last thing you remembered was painting a sigil on the window and then everything went black. The next thing you knew, you were back at the window, your finger extended towards the glass, the half-finished sigil staring back at you. You noticed the sun was in a different position in the sky than it had been and you immediately grabbed your cell phone. Two days had passed. How?

It hit you then what happened and you dropped the phone with a cry, immediately grabbing at your stomach. You ran for the machine Jody had shipped to you after Donna told her. At the time you’d been annoyed, but right now, you couldn’t be happier at the sheriff knowing about your pregnancy once your baby’s heartbeat echoed throughout the bedroom. You let out a huge sigh of relief, rubbing your belly affectionately. “We had quite a scare there, didn’t we, kiddo?”

It dawned on you then that while you had vanished, you were back, baby and all. Did that mean everyone else was back, too? You went back downstairs for your cell phone and immediately called Donna. Yep, everyone was back, they had all disappeared, and it wasn’t Billie but Chuck who had done it. You asked after Dean and Sam and that was when she told you about Cas and then Jack. You knew both brothers would be devastated, especially Dean, and you considered breaking your radio silence to call him. However, you chickened out at the last second and called Sam instead to check in.

It’s not that a part of you didn’t want to tell Dean he was going to be a father, it was that you were scared of what would happen when you did. Originally, you had feared that he would turn his back on you completely, more importantly on his kid, but now you were worried that maybe it would be the exact opposite. While you would be happy for him to be actively involved in your child’s life as its dad, you also knew Dean. He would try to resume things between you, make it work for the kid’s sake. Just look at how long he tried to make it work with Lisa for Ben’s sake. Not that he didn’t love her and he ended up leaving to protect them, but even Lisa knew his heart wasn’t in it. While that had been for different reasons involving hunting and Sam’s reappearance in his life, he still tried to make it work. But as he’d told you, the family thing didn’t work for him, and besides he already had a family with Sam, Cas, and Jack. You hadn’t missed how he didn’t include you in that group; you supposed you should’ve known then.

You didn’t want him to fake wanting to be with you just to give your kid some semblance of a family life that Dean himself hadn’t really had. You didn’t know if you could take him forcing himself to kiss you goodnight before turning his back on you every single night. Or forcing a smile when he’d come home after a long day and you were the first thing he saw when he stepped inside. It was a ridiculous fear to have, you knew that, and you should be stronger than this — you were stronger than this. Not to mention, you knew you were being selfish and not at all fair to your baby or Dean. But the images kept replaying over and over in your mind, making you flinch, and you told yourself you’d tell him the next day. The next day turned into next week, then the next month. Before you knew it, you were in your third trimester and you were getting a call from his younger brother to inform you of his untimely death.

Maybe that’s really why you raced down here from Hibbing. Maybe that’s why you wanted to see for yourself that he was gone. Not only to confirm that the man who had your heart was gone for good, but also so you could tell him, hoping he might hear it wherever he now was. Or maybe by some act of mercy Jack could relay it to him, wherever Jack was. It was cowardly, you were a coward, and you hated yourself for it. You knew you should have told Dean months ago, after you found out that he and Sam had beaten Chuck, Jack was in charge of the universe now, and the world was not coming to an end anytime soon. Regardless, you couldn’t turn back the clock.

A tear escaped that you quickly wiped away, not caring if Sam saw or not. “You know, when you first told me about Dean, I considered a demon deal.”

Sam’s head snapped up. “No! That’s not what he would want! No!”

You held out a placating hand. “I know. I’m not going to do that.” He seemed to deflate slightly in relief. “I can’t, anyway.” You motioned to your bulging stomach. “I couldn’t do that to my kid. Only be around for 10 years and then poof, I’m gone? Even if it had Dean, if Dean wanted it that is, it’s still terrible to do that to a kid.” You winced slightly when you realized you were saying this to Sam Winchester of all people.

“Dean would’ve wanted it,” he assured you quietly.

You grimaced and dropped your gaze down to the dog who was staring up at you. “Maybe.” You reached down to pet his head.

Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “He would’ve.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking over his words, when you murmured, “Is there any way to get him back?”

Sam let you go and his hazel eyes began to shimmer. “No,” he choked out. “I, uh, checked with Jack and he said it was his time. So…no.”

“What?” You snapped, getting to your feet. “After everything you’ve done for that kid? He just—”

Sam got to his feet, tenderly cradling your shoulders. “I know. I didn’t want to hear it either but…Jack’s right.” Your jaw dropped, ready to let some f-bombs fly (which you usually tried to avoid since the baby could now hear you), when Sam’s hands moved up to your face, trying to get you to listen. “He was ready to go. Jack confirmed it. Dean’s in Heaven and he’s at peace.”

Tears were on the edge of falling when you heard that. “He’s in Heaven?”

Sam nodded, a tear making its way down his cheek. “Yeah. He is.”

If Dean was in Heaven…well, then that was some consolation at least. Just when he thought he’d never make it there thanks to his being a demon for a short stint, being killed by a Hell Hound, and everything that had occurred over the years — even some of the things he’d done. But that also meant he was gone, for good this time. It was confirmed; he wasn’t coming back. It hit you like a freight train and it punched a huge hole in your chest. You felt as if you were falling, falling, and would never stop. Dean was…gone. “Then he’s…”

“He’s gone,” Sam confirmed. “He’s not coming back.”

Your knees buckled and you nearly fell, Sam thankfully having caught you. You heard a wailing sound but you had no idea where it was coming from until you felt it ripping its way out of your body. Sam gingerly picked you up in his arms and moved you onto the bed. You were violently sobbing and you barely noticed Sam holding you, gently rocking you back and forth, his own tears falling into your hair. Miracle had jumped up and laid next to you, whining quietly and trying to shove his head under your hands, rubbing his body carefully against your belly.

There was no way. No way that this was real. This had to be a nightmare. But when you heard Sam sniffle above you, choking out, “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, it’s going to be okay,” you knew that it wasn’t. Memories of Dean’s face, his laugh, his smiles, his touch, his scent, the way he looked at you when you’d both been happy together, his kisses, the way he felt like home in a way that no other person or place ever could, the way he made you feel safe — all of it smashed over you like a tidal wave and it didn’t let up. Dean Winchester, the man you’d loved with all of your heart, the man whose child you now carried inside of you, was gone. And there was nothing you could do to bring him back.

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Dean had just pulled the Impala over at a beautiful spot, where you could see nature’s beauty for miles. He rested back against Baby and marveled at it all. There was even a double rainbow that showed up and Dean chuckled, knowing that had to be Jack’s doing considering there hadn’t been any rain. Then he wondered if it did rain at all. How did things like that work up here anyhow?

He was still enjoying the view when Jack popped in next to him.

“There he is.” Dean grinned and went to give him a hug before he thought better of it. “Am I still allowed to…you know?”

Jack smiled. “Of course. I like hugs.”

Dean laughed and embraced him tightly. “Thanks, kid. For everything you did up here, I mean. Bobby told me.” He pulled back, clapping his shoulder in thanks. “So, where’s Cas?”

“He’ll be along shortly but first, I need to show you something.”

Dean’s brows furrowed but he shrugged. “Okay.”

Jack placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder and next thing Dean knew, he was back in his old room at the Bunker. “Whoa,” he whispered, thinking Jack and Cas had built the Bunker just for him. He would be able to wait for Sam here, in his home. He hoped the TV in the Dean Cave worked and that he still had access to his music. Baby’s radio had worked so he had high hopes. He was about to thank Jack when his eyes suddenly caught sight of someone in his bed. Well, two someones.

He glanced towards Jack who gave him a subtle nod, silently encouraging him to get closer. Dean shot him a confused look but did move closer. When he caught sight of you, his heart dropped into his stomach. Even being dead, he felt the same exact thing he felt the last time he had seen you. You were the one who got away, or more appropriately, the one he pushed away.

Sure, he’d been confused when he found out everything in his life was a lie when Chuck revealed himself to be a giant dick, but he did love you. He had such trouble reconciling the two: what he knew to be true and what his mind was telling him. No other romantic relationship had worked out for him, all two of them prior to you, and now he knew why. Chuck liked him better on his own, being the guy with no strings attached and rolling through town to save the girl, kill the monsters, get thanked, and move on his way. The only other person Chuck liked having in the Impala regularly was Sam. You, well, you he hadn’t seen coming and after the Big Bad Chuck reveal, he had to wonder why.

He had never meant to hurt you, though he couldn’t seem to stop from doing it. If things weren’t real between you all of this time, he didn’t want to keep pretending like they were. That wasn’t fair to either of you and he certainly didn’t want to continue stringing you along when his heart was no longer in it like it used to be. So he let you go, as painful as it was and as wrong as it felt, he did the right thing by you. Then that night he’d called you out of the blue, he’d been torn up about Cas’ revelations about Jack’s actual role in Billie’s plan, how badly he wanted Chuck gone, and how while he didn’t want to sacrifice the kid, he wanted his and Sam’s freedom more. Without thinking, he’d picked up the phone and dialed you. He shocked himself when he asked you to come over after hearing you weren’t that far away, and you shocked him even more when you agreed.

Dean hadn’t planned for you two to be intimate, but once you were there, right in front of him, it hit him hard how much he missed you, missed what you had together. So he made a move and you let him. He’d put everything he had, everything he felt but couldn’t tell you, into this stolen moment in time between you. And then the next morning, he thought it had all been a dream until he turned his head and saw you laying there, hair adorably disheveled, sheet covering you, doing something on your phone. It briefly reminded him of the many mornings he’d woken to find you in this exact same position, already up after a wild night, searching for cases. He wanted to bask in the comfort and familiarity for a moment longer, but when you turned and smiled at him, greeting him like you always had, he started kicking himself internally. He didn’t want you to think that this meant things would change when he knew they wouldn’t. He was being unfair to you and it wasn’t right. He’d been a selfish bastard and now he had to go into dick mode which would hurt you again. And sure enough, he knew he did when he saw your face fall as he easily dismissed you, not once but twice. He winced at the memory; he certainly didn’t blame you for not taking his calls or returning his voicemails after that.

The truth was that while he had initially been confused about his feelings for you and their validity, he knew he cared deeply about you and the most important thing was keeping you safe. He didn’t want you involved in the Chuck showdown, which is why he rudely dismissed you that morning, making up an excuse of a case in Duluth, something he knew you’d go along with. After watching you leave, as the door closed behind you, his heart fell into his stomach and he felt about three inches tall. He hated hurting you, hated pushing you away, but he knew it was for the best. You needed to be safe; not a target for Chuck.

After Chuck had been defeated and Jack took over, Dean realized in those months that he’d been a grade A idiot when it came to you. Sure, he’d been a cold dick, but he also had been a complete dumbass. He still loved you and he missed the hell out of you. What you had together had been something special that he stupidly threw away. There were quite a few nights after quite a few drinks, he’d picked up his phone and hovered over your number but he never actually called it. How could he even think of asking you to forgive him and give him another chance? After everything he’d said and done? He truly was a selfish bastard.

When he didn’t call, he then switched over to all of the photos and videos he had taken of you and both of you together. As he heard your laughter, saw both of your smiles, watched how you looked at him and the affection you’d shown him, he continued drowning his sorrows. He wanted so much to talk to you, to apologize and explain, and ask if he could come see you, but he never let himself ask. He didn’t deserve it; he knew that.

Now, here you were, asleep on his bed, Miracle curled up next to you. Staring down at you, he wondered how the hell he had ever let you go. And now, he’d never get to hold you again, feel your touch, or even share a conversation with you ever again. Even though Dean was at peace with his fate, regret languished within his chest the more he studied your face. He reached out to brush some hair back over your face but sadness overwhelmed him when he realized he couldn’t even do that small simple touch. Not anymore.

Dean’s eyes narrowed when he noticed an arm curled around you, almost protectively, pinning you to another body. His gaze traveled up that arm to find his younger brother, asleep right behind you. That surprised him but he quickly put two and two together. You must have gone to the Bunker when Sam called you to tell you the news and here you were, in Dean’s room, asleep on his bed with his dog. And while he didn’t begrudge you or his little brother some comfort you both might need, he didn’t like the look of that embrace or that Sam’s face was buried into the back of your neck.

Dean glanced back down at the arm, seeing Miracle staring right up at him. He couldn’t help but smile at the canine who had been his companion for months before he died. “Hey, boy,” he whispered, not sure if he would be heard or not but not wanting to startle you if he was. “How are you?”

Miracle didn’t seem to react at first, not until he got up and moved closer, wagging his tail. Dean went to try to pet the dog, hoping he could at least touch the animal, but he never got that far. His eyes zeroed in on just what Miracle’s body had been blocking.

His wide eyes flicked up to you, to Sam, back to you, and back to your fairly large and round stomach. The hell with being heard and possibly scaring you two. He glanced back to find Jack watching him. “What the hell is going on here, Jack?”

“They’re sleeping.”

“I’m aware of that,” he growled. “But what—”

Just then, Cas popped in next to Jack. When the angel saw Dean, he offered a soft smile. Dean felt himself relax slightly and a part of him wanted to go hug the angel but another part of him was nervous to. Plus, he really wanted to know what the hell was going on. He shifted his eyes towards Jack, his jaw tightening. “What the hell are you showing me?”

Cas glanced towards the bed, realization lighting his features, before he turned to Jack as well.

“The present,” Jack simply answered.

Dean cursed under his breath, not caring that both Cas and Jack could hear him. “The present of what? Because from where I’m standing, it seems like some time has passed.” He gestured towards your stomach. He tried not to be angry with you or Sammy, he really did, but dammit, his brother knew how he felt about you! Him dying didn’t change that! Besides, Sam had something going with Eileen last he knew, whatever happened to that?

“What you’re seeing is a few days after your death.”

Surprise ran through Dean at that revelation. So, this wasn’t some screwed up future scene he was witnessing? His eyes roamed over you, coming to rest once again on your stomach. You were very pregnant, looking as if you might be ready to pop any day now, he wasn’t sure. But one thing was clear; there was no way the baby was Sam’s. Sam wouldn’t have been able to keep that secret from him that long and he just didn’t see you or Sam going behind his back like that while he was alive. You were pissed at him, maybe even hated him, but you would never do that to him. Nor would Sam. The only answer was that you had found someone else and you were starting a family with them. Now he understood your radio silence even more. You might currently be sad at the news of his death, awash in memories in his room to where you’d fallen asleep on his bed and Sam had to comfort you, but you had truly moved on. That burned him even more. While he was happy if you were happy, knowing you’d found someone who wouldn’t break your heart and would treat you better than he ever could, a part of him was saddened by this knowledge. He knew you were too good for him, that you deserved better, but to see it confirmed in such a way, well, it was heartbreaking.

“So if she’s… Then she’s…” He couldn’t even put it into words; it hurt too much.

Jack clasped Dean’s shoulder. “The child is yours, Dean.”

Dean wasn’t alive anymore but if he had been, his heart would have stopped. He turned to Jack, shocked. “What?”

“You’re going to be a father,” Jack supplied, letting him go.

“But…how?” Dean’s gaze fell on you once more.

Cas suddenly appeared on his other side. “You don’t remember how you conceived the child?”

“What? No, I just…”

“Dean,” Jack called.

When he turned to look at the new God, the latter held up a glowing finger to him that almost reminded him of that movie E.T. “What are you gonna do with that? Check my temperature?” Speaking of E.T., hadn’t that been one of the last movies picked for movie night before the Chuck showdown?

Jack smiled and touched the finger to his forehead. Within seconds, Dean was reliving every single moment between you two:

…When you’d met.

…When he decided he’d liked you while you decided you didn’t like him too much.

…His constant flirting and trying to win you over.

…Your begrudging friendship that then grew into something more.

…Your relationship.

…Your breakup.

…All of the times you’d been in pain because of him.

…That last night.

…The next morning.

Then the memories shifted to yours from after that morning:

…You finding out about the pregnancy a couple of months later.

…Your hemming and hawing over calling him to tell him.

…Your fears.

…When you’d vanished with everyone else.

…Your panic upon your reappearance.

…The time you spent getting ready to retire from hunting and set up a normal life in Hibbing while preparing for the baby.

…The call from Sam with the news of his death.

…Your regret at not telling him about his child and your drive down here.

…Your conversation with Sam.

…Your collapsing in grief at finally realizing that he was gone and not coming back.

All of it that led to the scene he was witnessing now. He felt everything you felt, heard every thought, saw every tear, every smile.

By the time Jack pulled away, Dean’s eyes were wet. He wasn’t sure how he was able to produce tears as a dead man but he did. Not only did he feel how deeply he’d hurt you, but he also felt just how deeply you loved him. He already knew he’d been an idiot when it came to you, but he really had no clue before this just how incredibly stupid he’d been. It had always been real between you. That hadn’t been Chuck. Not by a long shot.

Dean discreetly wiped his eyes. “Send me back.” His tone was firm and he wasn’t really asking.

“I’m sorry, Dean, but your time on Earth is up.”

Dean turned a menacing glare onto Jack. New God or not, he didn’t care. “She’s having my kid and she needs me. They both need me. Sam, too. After everything I’ve done for this world, you owe me.” Jack stared him down, unbothered by the taller man’s attempt to make demands. “Now I appreciate the Fixer Upper: Heaven Edition, I really do, but I should be with them. I deserve a shot at this and you know it.”

Jack mused on that for a moment before staring up at Dean sadly. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”

Dean scoffed. “Then why bother showing me any of this? Why bother telling me that it’s my kid she’s about to have? What’s the point, dammit?”

“You were afraid that you had left nothing behind of value, except Sam and your beloved car. Afraid that your life hadn’t amounted to anything in the end. No matter how many people you saved, no matter how many connections you made, no matter what good you did. ” Jack gestured towards you. “It did amount to something. You are leaving behind something, something important. A legacy,” Jack gestured to your stomach. “A family,” he waved his hand over you and Sam.

Dean’s jaw clenched and he ignored the stinging in the corner of his eyes. “So this was just to show me what I can never have. The girl, the kid, the life…that’s just aces,” he muttered.

“No, Dean,” Cas spoke up. “What Jack is trying to explain is—”

“--your life amounted to more than you thought it had,” Jack finished.

Dean watched as Miracle went back and curled up against your belly once more, his head on his paws as he watched the scene in front of him. The corner of Dean’s lips tipped up into a smile. It was almost as if the dog knew it was his kid in there. And he was determined to protect it in Dean’s absence. His smile faded though when he thought of how he wouldn’t be able to see his kid, at all. He’d had enough of this. “That’s great. Appreciate the pep talk, fellas. Now, if you could send me back so I can actually raise my legacy and take care of my family, that’d be much appreciated.”

Jack and Cas exchanged a glance. Dean knew he wasn’t winning this one but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t keep trying. “It’s not your time yet,” Jack answered cryptically.

Dean’s head snapped in his direction. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means that now your time is in Heaven, not Earth. And it’s best if you return to it.” Before Jack could snap his fingers, Dean held up a hand.

“Whoa, wait! That’s it? You’re not even gonna let me stick around to see what I’m gonna have?”

Jack smiled once more. “You’re going to have a son. A strong, healthy son.”

Dean reeled from that information. “A son?” He choked out.

Jack gave him a happy nod and held his fingers up again.

“Wait, wait! I’m serious, Jack. Why can’t I stick around?”

“You know what happens to ghosts, Dean. Besides, you’ve already been admitted to Heaven.”

“But you can do something about that, right? Like bring me back?” When Jack didn’t respond, Dean became desperate. “At least let me check in on them every now and then or something! You’re telling me you can’t even do that? You’re freaking God!”

Jack’s smile faded. “You’re not an angel, Dean.”

“No,” Cas interrupted. “But I am.” Cas stretched out his wings that were a lot brighter than Dean remembered. If he wasn’t dead, he was pretty sure he would at they very least be blinded from the brightness right about now. “I can take him back when he’s ready and I can escort him on any future visits.”

Dean was shocked but also beyond grateful at Cas’ offer. While they hadn’t spoken yet about how things were left between them before The Empty took away the angel, he couldn’t imagine it would be easy for Cas to watch as he pined over someone else, as he watched his kid grow, but Dean was grateful all the same.

Jack appeared to think this over before meeting Cas’ intent gaze. “You will make sure to bring him back each time.” At Cas’ nod, Jack gave him a knowing yet affectionate smile. “I expect you to keep to the rules during these visits.”

“Of course,” Cas agreed.

Jack then glanced over at Dean. “If you’re worried about her and your child, you don’t need to be. Sam is going to watch over them.” Dean’s eyes widened slightly and his head snapped in your direction, his eyes shifting to Sam’s arm around you.

“What the hell does that mean?” He demanded.

“It means that your family is going to be safe. They’re going to stick together. Sam is going to help Y/N raise your son. He won’t allow any harm to come to them.”

His jaw tightened, thinking it should be his arm over you, him behind you, him helping you raise your kid, you two together. He should be the one to take his son fishing, teach him about girls when he got older, show him how to keep Baby going, be the father his old man had the potential to be but minus a few things. He’d do whatever it took to keep the kid out of hunting, to give him a shot at a full happy life. He’d give up hunting himself in order to make it happen. And you…if you’d take him back, he’d never leave your side. Hell, he’d marry you if you let him. After Jack had caught him up to speed on everything you went through, everything you had felt and were feeling, he’d spend the rest of his life making it up to you, letting you know every single day just how much he loved you, if only you’d let him. If only Jack would allow him to come back. It felt beyond wrong that he wasn’t there and Sam was stepping into his place. Sam shouldn’t have to; he should be able to go and build his own family with Eileen or whoever, get married, have a couple of kids, buy a house, get out of hunting and go back to school — do whatever he wanted with his life. Not this.

“Dean.”

His eyes slowly lifted to Jack’s, who was a lot closer now than he had been before. He laid a reassuring hand on the man’s shoulder. “It’s as it should be. After you died, Sam was lost. She’s going to need help when the child is born.” He stared at Dean meaningfully. “They all need this.”

Dean’s gaze briefly roamed over the three of you on the bed before landing on Jack again. He thought back to his cryptic words from before. “Will I ever meet my kid? Get to see her again? Outside of Heaven?”

Jack’s expression didn’t change nor did he say anything but he squeezed his shoulder. That was the only response Dean was going to get apparently.

Dean huffed a snort and shook his head.

“I told you, Dean. There would be no more meddling with the world from on high. I will not repeat Chuck’s mistakes. Everything is as it should be.”

Dean’s jaw clenched and he dropped his gaze. No, everything wasn’t as it should be. He made up his mind then to talk to Bobby when he got back. There had to be something he could do to get back to Earth, to get back to you and Sam and the baby…to get back to you all. If he couldn’t convince Jack to send him back, he’d find some other way.

Jack released him as Cas came to stand next to Dean. “I’ll see you back in Heaven.” He then looked at Cas. “Not too long.”

Cas gave him a nod and like that, Jack disappeared, leaving the angel and the hunter alone. Dean wasn’t thinking about how that might have set them up to talk about Cas’ last words to him before dying; right now, his focus was on you.

“Cas, please…can I touch her?”

“Dean…”

“Please,” he begged. “Just one last time. I’m not gonna get to be with her or raise my kid. I just want to touch her one last time. Please, Cas.”

Cas thought it over and then moved closer to the bed, leaning down to place two fingers against your forehead. Dean’s brows furrowed when he noticed a golden glow appear from the touch. “Whoa, whoa, Cas. What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you what you asked for. Y/N’s a light sleeper, like all of you hunters. If she wakes up, she could think she’s being attacked by a ghost or some other entity. I doubt you want that.” He pulled away and gave Dean a look.

“No,” Dean quietly agreed. Cas moved away to make room to let him in. Dean gingerly sat on the bed, about to touch you when he glanced up at the angel, unsure. Cas gave him a nod and Dean turned to gently run the backs of his fingers down your cheek. He felt your warm and soft skin this time when he came into contact with you and he let out a small breath of relief, sadness filling his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Had I known, I would’ve…” He supposed it didn’t really matter what he would’ve done. “I should’ve been there. You shouldn’t have had to go through all this alone. I should be there with you now, ready to help you take care of the kid. I…” He tenderly moved your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I never wanted to hurt you, but I had to keep you safe. I didn’t want you to become a target for Chuck. And I never should’ve…” He could feel a familiar stinging at the corners of his eyes and he wasn’t surprised that his voice was a bit gruffer when he next spoke. “I knew what we had was real. I know I questioned it for a second there but I always knew. That’s why it was so important to me that you were safe. But it doesn’t make what I did and said okay. And I’m sorry for that.” He ran his fingers lightly over your lips, wishing he could kiss you one last time, feeling you kissing him back. “I love you,” he whispered, a single tear falling down his cheek that he hastily wiped away. He stroked the apple of your cheek tenderly with his thumb. “And I always will.”

Not really wanting to pull away from you but knowing he was on a time clock, he reluctantly moved his fingers away from your face and laid his hand on your belly. He couldn’t feel anything except the taut skin underneath his fingertips, but it was enough to make him smile. “Being that you’re my kid, you’re probably going to give your mom a run for her money. Try not to make her too crazy, huh?” He let out a watery sounding laugh. “I’m sorry I can’t be there but your Uncle Sammy is going to make sure you and your mom are taken care of. Okay? He’s going to show you how to toss a ball around, help you with your homework, all that stuff. Just do me a favor, though. Don’t let him feed you kale the whole time and don’t let him get you into his true crime podcasts. The guy is a classic nerd, don’t let him turn you into one, too.” His smile slowly faded. “Saying all that, he’s one of the best guys I've ever known and I know he’ll be good to you, be good to your mom. So cut him some slack when you get older, alright?” He rubbed his thumb in gentle circles. “Take care of your mom for me. I’ll be watching over both of you. I hope I get to meet you someday.” Unable to resist, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your stomach before sitting up and coming face to face with Miracle. The dog quietly whined and Dean gave him one last good head scratch. “You look out for them, okay buddy?” The dog whined again and Dean patted him.

“Dean,” Cas gently called.

Dean nodded and slowly got to his feet. His eyes shifted to Sam who was sound asleep, giving him a soft smile. “Thanks for taking care of them, Sammy,” he whispered. He didn’t vocalize that it was only temporary, that he was hell bent and determined to find a way to get back. His eyes then landed on you and he reached out to you one last time, trailing a fingertip along the dried tear tracks on your cheek. “Cas, can we just stay until they wake up?”

“Dean, Jack said—”

“I know what Jack said,” Dean snapped, glancing back at the angel whose parted lips pressed into a thin line. Dean immediately felt sorry for snapping at him; it wasn’t Cas’ fault and he wasn’t angry with him. He softened his tone. “I just want to be here when she wakes up. That’s all.” Cas seemed to be wrestling with his request. “Please, Cas,” he begged. “I just want to see her like this, awake.” He was slightly embarrassed at admitting that to his best friend but he wasn’t sure when he’d be allowed to visit again (and what he might be able to figure out to get himself back or how long it would take), and he had the strongest urge to see you up and about, walking around, pregnant with his kid. Not to mention he wanted to hear your voice one last time. “Please,” he whispered in a broken plea.

Cas stared at him for a moment before giving him a nod. “But after she wakes, we go back.”

“Thank you, Cas.” He meant it. While he highly doubted Cas would get into any real trouble on his behalf, he knew how difficult it must be for the angel to unwillingly push against Jack’s rules. Dean turned back to you, carefully sitting down next to you, caressing your face. “Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured. He also made you a silent promise: he would do whatever it took to get back to you. His eyes briefly roamed to your stomach. To get back to both of you. Fate and the universe and all that crap be damned.

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Chapter 48

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Back at the motel, everyone attempted to figure out what was going on.

"Perhaps a Tulpa or an angel?" suggested someone.

Dean quickly dismissed the suggestions, explaining how it couldn't be either.

"I'll head back and grill some people," Sam confirmed.

"Alone? You think you're up for that?" you teased.

"Yes," Sam retorted.

"No one's going to talk," Dean said doubtfully.

"Let me question them; you two watch for suspicious behavior," Sam suggested.

"Sounds better than nothing," you agreed.

Sam went to speak to the manager as you and Dean sat at a table in Plucky's. You whispered to Dean you would be right back and headed for the bathroom. As you walked away he shouted after you “Yea cause a guy in his thirties sitting here alone isn't purvey at all."

Returning to the table, Dean had disappeared. Amidst the chaos, you intervened when a smaller kid was arguing with his mom and asked him about his drawing of a scary robot.

“Robots are really scary, they have laser eyes you know,” he explained.

“I agree," you smiled at him.

Spotting Dean, you walked over and interrupted his texting seeing dean you walked over to him “What are you doing ?”

“Texting Sam about whoever comes out of the room," Dean started but was interrupted by a lion trying to take off.

"Get him!" Sam shouted.

The pursuit led to Dean making an impressive dive, taking down the kid.

"If this is about the meth lab, it wasn't me.” the kid explained nervously.

“You know that was really hot," you smiled.

“The meth lab?” the guy asked as the three of them looked at you confused.

“No the dive Dean did," and you then poorly tried to recreate it. You stopped then shrugged, and smiled “Hot.”

"Oh yeah," Dean stated, smiling up at you.

“Could you two keep it in your pants." Sam, sighed, rolling his eyes

"Why is this place so strange?" Dean asked, leading to the guy telling you about a spooky sub-basement.

The three of you returned to Plucky's, You saw Tyler and his mum arguing. As they passed you you heard him explain to his mum that someone had stolen his drawing.

"You ran to the table and searched through all the paintings. You quickly turned to Dean and Sam, "Tyler was annoyed at his mum and now his drawing is gone, she might be next," you warned.

"Okay, I'll go after them. You and Dean check the boiler room," Sam directed, swiftly leaving.

While investigating the boiler room, a man entered pointing a gun.

"This is some intense voodoo you're involved in," Dean remarked, attempting to distract the man.

“There is power in fear, and when a child draws what he is afraid of, a little of that mojo ends on the page. I'm just doing what I need to do."

“Oh I get ya," Dean nodded his head but threw a plank of wood at Howard. With Howard distracted for a second, it gives you and Dean enough time to grab as many paintings as possible and destroy them.

When Howard had regained his wits, his gun was back on Dean.

“You gonna shoot me, Howard?" Dean shouted

“Dean," you spat.

“Trust me I got this,” he said to try and ease your nervousness.

“Shut up,” Howard screamed, raced toward Dean.

“No,” you yelled, trying to step in front of Dean, but he forced you behind him.

“I have lots of ways to take care of bullies," Howard announced “Like your FBI friend, he made it really clear he has a thing for clowns."

You looked around for some kind of weapons and your gaze landed on some figures. As you picked one up you asked Howard “These yours, they really are something, and I bet you painted them all yourself." you glared at him as you tossed the figure around in your hand “Is this meant to be plucky, god I am so sick of plucky.” you voice now raised.

“Plucky helps people," Howard explained, "Just like me.”

“Oh, my hero," you pouted sarcastically.

Dean then spoke “Wait is that your brother?” he pointed to a picture beside a painting, did he drown?” Dean grabbed the painting off the wall snapped the clown from your hand and threw them in the fire.

As Howard started shooting, you both tried to find cover. When you looked back up, you saw a young boy walking towards Howard and watched as Howard seemed to drown on the spot.

Come on sweetheart " Dean grabbed you to his side and you walked outside to ring Sam.

Once reunited, relief turned into laughter as the tension eased and you noticed Sam covered in glitter.

"Let's get out of here," Sam urged.

Walking towards the Impala, Sam stopped Dean and handed him the giant slinky, You smiled at the smile that spread across the oldest brother's face. Your smile was turned to laughter as Dean handed Sam a clown figure, who immediately threw it away.

"Come on, I need a shower," Sam smiled, as the three of you drove away from Plucky's and hopefully never having to set foot in it again.

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First Time for Everything

Summary: Y/N has waited a long time for her first kiss, has she just been waiting for Dean all this time?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not much. Kissing. Some dirty thoughts and a burgeoning thigh riding kink, but mostly all fluff. Bit of show level violence.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,164

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. But I did start with the first one on the list: Write about a first kiss.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

Both beautiful text dividers, both below and at the bottom, were created by @talesmaniac89.

Y/N stared at the head that rolled a little further away from her as a strong wind kicked up. The face was still handsome, even if it was a bit waxy looking now.

She felt Dean walk up beside her, but didn’t turn to him. It was too mortifying. Her first date in many, many months, the date Dean had teased her about mercilessly, the guy he’d called Tad even though his name was Ethan because, as Dean put it, he looked like a douchebag frat boy, the guy she’d said yes to even though she tended to agree with Dean’s assessment…had been a vamp, and if it wasn’t for Dean coming to her rescue, her throat would have been ripped out for sure.

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Off and On Again

This fic will cover my "Do I have to take it off again?" square on my 2nd @jacklesversebingo card. The prompt will be in bold.❤️

Summary: When Y/N wants to hang on to Jensen's shirt he has a very interesting way of getting it back.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. All smut. Sexy af Jensen. Rockstar!Jensen. Definitely a warning. Slightly rough, unprotected PinV Sex. Oral (f. receiving.) Vaginal fingering. Slight orgasm denial (very light) and edging (sort of).

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,619

A/N: Here is the next request for my second @jacklesversebingo card. This one is a slight AU - Rockstar!Jensen. It came from a sort of request from @envyaurora95 who shared this pic with me. So, I stole this prompt to fulfill that sort of request. 😊 I'm sorry that this didn't turn out exactly as we'd talked about. Hope you enjoy it anyway, my dear. ❤️

A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.

The beautiful dividers used here are from @talesmaniac89

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and she looked around the room, disoriented for a moment.

It was a hotel room.

Was it morning or…?

Reality came floating back into her brain slowly and she realized the clock on the nightstand read 8:04 PM. It was evening. Then Jensen walked slowly out of the bathroom, a towel slung around his hips, and she remembered everything. They’d met in the bar the night before, and he’d picked her up with barely more than a smile.

They’d come back to his room and he’d spent all night making her fall apart over and over - he’d been insatiable and Y/N had woken up in the morning with aching muscles and a desperate need for even more of him. She’d convinced him to ditch the interviews he was set to do that afternoon, and they’d barely left the bedroom all day. She’d fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion a few hours earlier.

Jensen noticed her waking now and smiled at her from the foot of the bed. “Good evening, beautiful.”

It was beyond ridiculous to feel shy after everything they’d done together, but she blushed anyway. She had a feeling that there was something in his smile that would always make her blush.

“I was gonna wake you soon.” Jensen continued as he dropped his towel and stepped into a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. Y/N tried not to stare as he tucked himself away in the snug underwear. But fucking hell that man was…very...naturally blessed.

He spoke again as he slid on a pair of black jeans. “I’ve gotta get to sound check. But I hope you’ll come to the show tonight.” He thumbed towards the desk behind him. “I left you a ticket. Backstage pass.” He said with a wink.

Y/N nodded excitedly. “Yes, I’d love to come.”

His smile was soft. “Good.”

Y/N bit her lip and grabbed Jensen’s long-sleeved, black, denim shirt that sat at the end of the bed, pulling it on as she pointed towards the bathroom. “Gotta use the little girl’s room.” She said as she darted away.

When she came out a few minutes later, Jensen was fully dressed in his jeans and a gray t-shirt; he wore a watch on one hand and a couple of metal and beaded bracelets on the other, and a chain around his neck. His long hair was still slightly damp as he pushed it back off his forehead.

He was the sexiest thing Y/N had ever seen.

His smile was slow and sensual as he lifted a hand towards the shirt Y/N wore. “Gonna need that back now, sweetheart.”

Y/N arched a mischievous brow. “And what if I don’t give it back? Gonna make me?”

Jensen’s gaze became incredibly heated as he stared at her, slowly approaching her and forcing her to step backwards till she hit the wall.

“No, I won’t make you," he said silkily, "but if you don’t give it up, you’ll be sorry.” He said the last bit in a sing-song voice that made her giggle with anticipation while a shiver ran through her.

“Really?” Y/N questioned cheekily. “And why is that?”

Instead of answering Jensen pushed the sides of the shirt open, sliding his hands up over her ribcage to cup her breasts in both hands. He gently rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and Y/N gasped. They were extra sensitive after so many hours of Jensen’s mouth sucking and biting at them.

He dropped his head to her left breast and licked the aching, slightly chafed bud, his warm tongue soothing and exhilarating at the same time. He let go of her right breast so he could slip one finger between her wet folds to circle her clit, making her moan and thump her head back against the wall.

He sucked more purple marks into the soft skin of her breasts as he slid his thick middle finger into her body, making her cry out.

“Unf! Jensen, oh fuck, fuck!” She shouted as he pressed against her sweet spot.

He lowered himself to his knees and bent his head, dipping his tongue into her slick and finding and teasing her clit, flicking the tip back and forth against her. She bit into her lip, desperately trying not to scream out her need and brushing back the soft hair that fell across his forehead as he pleasured her.

She was on the brink, ready to topple over, all she needed was for Jensen to press against that sweet spot one more time. She was gasping and panting as she begged him to end her exquisite torment.

But suddenly he pulled back from her and licked his wet, swollen lips as he stared up at her, slick glistening on his beard and mustache.

“Told you you’d be sorry, beautiful. Now give me my shirt back like a good girl, and when the show’s over, I promise I’ll let you finish.”

Y/N whimpered as Jensen stood up and wiped his hand over his mouth. He pushed the shirt from her shoulders and leaned down to speak low, breathing against the shell of her ear.

“It’s gonna make me hard as hell onstage tonight, to know you’re watching in the wings, all wet and aching for me. Promise you won’t touch yourself? Wait for me.” He insisted and Y/N nodded, even though she pulsed with need.

“Good girl.” He praised as he shrugged into the shirt. He kissed her briefly and smiled against her lips. “See you after the show.”

***

The concert had been torture for Y/N. Watching Jensen onstage was like an hour and half of foreplay. Every note he sang and every move he made, shot fire straight to her core, making her muscles clench and ache from emptiness. She was so desperate to feel him move inside her again that there were moments she honestly thought she might come just from standing in the wings and watching him.

Finally the show ended and Y/N clapped and screamed with the rest of the fans as Jensen left the stage. Backstage was filled with clusters of people, managers, and backstage staff, VIPs and groupies, media personnel covering the tour; they all crowded into the limited space.

Jensen came through, with two big bodyguards on either side of him, pushing aside the groupies and media as Jensen smiled at them all and gave them a wave. But as he passed Y/N he grabbed her hand and yanked her along with him and she dashed a bit to keep up with his long stride. Finally he broke free of everyone and stepped through a nondescript black door. He pulled Y/N through it quickly and she was just barely able to recognize that it was a dressing room before Jensen slammed the door shut and spun her around to press her against it.

He shoved up the short corduroy skirt she wore as he tugged her hips out towards him. He dug his fingers into her hips as he bent across her body and panted onto her shoulder.

“I need to fuck you. Now. Say yes.”

“Fuck yes!” Y/N groaned. Jensen just pushed her panties aside so he could slam into her drenched cunt without hesitation.

“Ah fuck!” Jensen growled against her as he bit into the skin exposed by her off-the-shoulder sweater.

Y/N pressed her forehead against the door and tried not to scream as Jensen slammed himself home again, angling his hips so his cockhead perfectly hit her sweet spot. But when he pulled out and did it again, Y/N couldn’t hold back, as the hours of denial and edging finally erupted in a seemingly endless climax.

As Y/N squeezed around him over and over, Jensen’s rhythm faltered and he thrust deep and hard one last time before shouting out his own pleasure and spilling into her, hot and thick.

Y/N knew they could likely be heard throughout the entire backstage area. But as Jensen slipped his hand around her hip to tap and rub at her clit, bringing on yet another mind-blowing orgasm as he finished, she couldn’t manage to make herself care.

***

The next morning Y/N was simply incapable of moving for a solid hour after she woke up. So, Jensen just ordered them room service and they ate in bed, sharing some more of their lives with each other and laughing and joking together.

After a couple of hours of lounging and enjoying each other's company, Jensen had some phone calls he had to make and Y/N finally left the bed to go shower. The water felt heavenly and she was refreshed and far less exhausted when she stepped out.

As she toweled herself off she noticed Jensen’s black, denim shirt hanging on a hook on the back of the door. With a smile, she slipped it on and did up a few buttons before walking back into the room. Jensen was just hanging up his phone and he looked up as she emerged. His eyes darkened and he lifted his phone, waving it slightly.

“That was my manager. I need to go downstairs and make up for all those interviews I skipped yesterday.”

Y/N pouted slightly but nodded, unbuttoning one of the buttons on his shirt. “Do I have to take it off again?”

Jensen stood up and stalked towards her. “Fuck no, I’ll do it.”

He yanked the shirt open, ripping off a couple buttons. He kissed her deeply, and then pulled her forward to fall on top of him on the bed. “My manager’s gonna be pissed, but hey,” He shrugged and grinned wickedly, “it'll be worth it.”

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As you entered the lift, no one spoke. Bucky simply held your hand. When he opened the door to his room, you stepped inside, and he closed it behind you. Turning to face him, you opened your mouth to speak, but no words came as Bucky drew closer to you once again.

"God, I missed you, Y/N," he cried.

"I missed you too, Bucky," you replied, but you pushed him away gently. "Did Steve explain why?" you asked quietly.

"He did, and I understand why you did it, but it has always been you, Y/N, and it will always be you," he said, kissing you again. This time, your hands wrapped around his head, pulling him closer.

While still wrapped up in each other's kisses you made your way to the bed.

You undid Bucky's belt and pulled his shirt loose. You made your way up to his collar opening the buttons as you went.

You stop and gasped “A new arm?”

“Yea T'challa and Shuri made it, you like it?” he asked nervously.

“It looks good,” you smiled at him and he kissed you again causing you to moan.

“Princess, I really want to take this slow but I don't think I can, it's been a year for me,” Bucky breaths into your lips

Then don't Barnes,” you reply just as breathless.

He growls when he lifts your skirt above your hips. His fingers enter your underwear and he groans at how wet you are.

“It has been a long time for me to James.” you moan.

Bucky has no patience left, as he rips the underwear from your body

“Bucky,” you yelp “What am I gonna wear back to the party?” he just grins at you, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

You sigh in pleasure as he kisses your throat and shoulders. Bucky moans as he feels your fingernails scrape up and down his back. he breaks away from you and looks into your eyes as he pulls himself from his trousers.

When you take in his familiar form, emotions hit you like a wave.

“Please Bucky, I missed you, I need you” tears coming from your eyes.

Bucky holds your face in his hands and promises you "You got me, now and forever."

You are now both needy with lust and want and your head is thrown back in pleasure as Bucky thrusts into you, “Fuck James.”

“God, Y/n, we can never go this long again, okay?” his voice broken and quivering.

All you can do is nod your head in agreement.

You cry out though as Bucky thrusts harder into you again and again making up for all the time you had both lost. You scream out in pleasure when his fingers find your clit, causing you to thrust into Bucky trying to match his speed.

“Doll, I am not going to last, if you don't slow down.” he groans.

But you're so lost in the pleasure, your orgasm consuming you, you don't hear him.

Feeling you tighten around him, Bucky can't control himself anymore and with a scream of your name, he cums, his body slumping on yours.

After a few minutes, you moan, “Bucky you're still not any lighter,” causing him to laugh and roll off you.

You both lay for a while just looking at each other, "Don't you ever think I can live my life without you again.” he orders

“Yes, Sargent." you laugh and kiss him gently playing with his chin.

“So you ready to be an Avenger?” he asks.

“Not at all, but at least we are on the right side this time.” you smile.

“Right, let's get back down to this party," he announces as he drags you up off the bed and helps you fix your dress and hair.

Holding hands you both return to the party. You stop to take it all in and look at your new friends who will soon become family.

"We got this," Bucky encourages you.

"I know," you smile and kiss him, "It is just surreal, all those promises we made to free each other and we did it."

"Well, let's go and enjoy it, we fought hard enough to get it, and both deserve it," Bucky kisses you.

"Y/n!" you heard a voice calling you from the bar and turning you saw Nat calling you over.

"Buck, I need a partner," Steve called from the pool table.

You both stood for a second and smiled at each other.

"Go, I am only a few feet away," you nodded.

With one more kiss, you both departed from each other to join the others, but now and again one of you would need to go over just to steal a kiss. Each trying to reassure the other, you were finally together and no one now could come between that. It was both of you then, it was both of you now and it will be both of you forever.

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"You kissed Dean as you entered the motel room. 'Hey, bulldog, did you know Sam—' but you were cut off by Sam slapping you in the back of the head.

'Hey,' you scowled at him, rubbing the sore spot.

'What did I miss?' Dean asked as Sam showed him the painting and explained that only two were missing.

'Octavamp and Billy,' Dean replied.

'Bingo,' you said, sitting down next to him and tucking into the food.

'I had a chat with Billy, and he drew me a picture,' Dean continued, showing you both the picture.

'Are unicorns evil now?' you asked, sounding sad.

'Yeah,' Dean scoffed.

'Well, how does a unicorn kill Billy's dad?' Sam asked.

A few hours later, you all decided to head back to Plucky's but watched in horror as you saw paramedics wheeling out a dead body.

Dean headed over, and Sam spoke to the manager. As they headed back to the car, you asked, 'So what's the theory?'

'The manager thinks the ball washer did it,' Sam said.

'The what?' Dean asked, smiling.

'The ball washer,' Sam repeated.

'The what?' Dean giggled this time, causing you to smirk.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at Dean. When he saw you smirking, he glared. 'Really?' he huffed.

'What, it was funny,' you smiled.

'Thanks, babe,' Dean came to your side and kissed your temple. 'Some people just don't have a personality,' he laughed, looking at Sam.

'You two are impossible,' Sam said, making his way to the car.

'Not yet,' Dean shouted at his brother. 'Come look at this!'

As you three looked at the dead body in disbelief, Dean covered it back up and exclaimed, 'That was a shark bite! Judging by the radius, I'm gonna say a 20-footer.'

As you both looked at Dean, very confused, he asked, 'How do you two not watch Shark Week?'

You patted his chest and smiled sadly, then made your way into Pluckys with Sam and Dean behind, complaining about Shark Week.

Omar Cooper's name was on the wall, and Sam took the name off the wall.

'Ah, and we can bet this is the shark drawing,' you replied. 'So now evil drawings can kill anyone, great.'

'Right, let's comb the place,' Sam ordered.

'You sure you can do that, Sammy?' you grinned.

'Yes,' and he stormed off.

'Hey, want to have races down the slide?' you excitedly asked Dean.

'Hell yeah,' he said, grabbing your hand and running towards the slide.

'And no slide!' Sam shouted from somewhere in the darkness.

You both stopped and hissed, 'Spoilsport,' then stomped off in opposite directions.

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You settled back into your routine, sitting in the backseat, amused by the banter between the boys as they teased each other. Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the entertainment they provided.

One morning, you all sat in baby, watching the payphone.

"Why did he have to phone so early?" you grumbled.

Dean answered the phone, grumbling about catching something from holding the old, dirty payphone.

"Could he be more dramatic?" You huffed, flinging yourself into the back seat.

Several hours later, the boys woke you, informing you that it was time to check into the motel and head to the coroner's office.

At the coroner's office, when the sheet covering the deceased was pulled back, Dean gasped. "Well, those aren't the good kind of hickeys."

Sam nudged him annoyed, and when he looked at you, he smirked, causing you to giggle behind your hand.

Sam cleared his throat, and both of you stopped.

"So, this was an octopus?" you asked, looking disgusted.

"Yeah, a giant one," confirmed the doctor.

"How giant are we talking?" Dean looked concerned.

"About 30 feet," the doctor replied with a smile.

Sam laughed in disbelief. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't giant octopi rare around here?"

"I don't think these were caused by a giant octopus," the doctor explained, pointing out signs that someone had bled the man out and turning the dead man's neck for you all to see.

After leaving the widow's house, you all deliberated whether it could be a vampire. Deciding on a plan, Dean volunteered to speak with the nanny, while you and Sam would search the house when the wife was out.

A while later, Dean called, explaining that you needed to talk to the little girl. Sam, after hanging up, suggested you stay in the car, thinking two people might scare the girl.

"An 8-foot giant stranger won't scare her at all. Sit, I'll go," you ordered Sam.

Approaching the little girl, you knelt down, smiling warmly. "You've got talent. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, but I'm not allowed to talk to you. My mum will get mad," she said nervously, glancing around.

"Why? Is something wrong?" you asked gently.

"I got in trouble because I told the police it was the monster in the closet that killed my dad," she explained before her mum called her inside, and she hurried away.

Turning, you noticed a drawing on the ground that resembled a vampire, much to your dismay.

A while later you sat on the motel bed, utterly perplexed by Sam's unusual reaction during the phone call with Dean.

"What's wrong with you?" you inquired as he hung up.

"Get dressed. We need to go," was his curt reply.

As you arrived outside Plucky's, your expression twisted in disgust. "What in the world is this?"

"You don't have this back home?" Sam quizzed.

"No," you laughed.

"Aren't you lucky?" he scoffed.

Approaching the desk together, you couldn't help but smirk as Sam stumbled over his words, drawing the attention of the cashier.

"FBI. Can we speak to the manager, please?" You pushed in front of Sam, taking charge.

As the cashier walked away, you leaned closer to Sam. "Sammy, what's going on?"

"Nothing. I'm fine. If it bleeds, we can kill it," walking away, engrossed in a wall of drawings.

"Okay," you rolled your eyes, walking in the other direction to look for clues.

The manager approached Sam a few minutes later and Sam asked, "Why do you get kids to draw their worst fears?"

“Well, it helps them express their feelings, that they may not be comfortable talking about," she explained.

When Sam finished speaking to the manager, he looked around frantically for you. Spotting you, he saw you taking photos with a clown, gesturing for him to join.

As he made his way over, a janitor intercepted him. You watched, puzzled, as they conversed.

"Sam," you called as he approached, dragging a clown cheerfully behind you.

He pulled you away abruptly, marching you out the door. "Will you stop touching everything? We're meant to be investigating."

He let go of you, and suddenly it clicked. "Are you scared of clowns, Sam?" you asked, smiling.

"No," he defended.

"You are! Why didn't you say so? I could have gone in there myself," you teased.

"I'm not scared of clowns. Now come on," he snapped, heading off to the car.

"Okay, my mistake," you grinned, following after him.

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"Ready to go home?" Natasha's question caught you off guard.

"Home?" Confusion lingered in your expression.

"Yeah, to Stark Tower. It's where most of the Avengers live," she explained. "Plus, Stark's throwing a party in a few days."

"What's the occasion?" you asked.

"Stark doesn't need a reason for a party, but he thought it'd be a 'welcome back' for you and Bucky," she grinned. "Although, Bucky has no clue you'll be there. It's a surprise. Is that alright with you?"

"Sounds like fun! But I don't have anything to wear," you sighed. "And, it's been a year since I got anything done."

"Bucky doesn't care about that," Nat explained.

"Yeah, but I do," you said sadly.

"Don't worry, We'll go shopping tomorrow," Natasha assured you.

"And how do I stay incognito until the party?" you questioned.

"You'll stay in my room," Natasha shrugged, confidence evident in her plan.

You walked into the bustling party with Natasha and Wanda, scanning the room for Bucky, who he was nowhere in sight.

"Relax, he's here," Natasha reassured, squeezing your arm. "Remember the plan." she smiled at you.

The three of you settled at the bar, ordering drinks. As you began to relax, a familiar voice caught your attention from behind.

"Y/N, hi!" A young kid stood in front of you.

"Hi," you nervously responded. "Do I know you?"

"Yeah, sorry, not in the suit, it's Peter," he beamed.

"Peter!" You squealed and hugged him. "Nice to finally meet the real you."

Meanwhile, across the room, Bucky heard the joyful squeal. The sound struck a chord of familiarity, causing him to pause momentarily before shaking off the sensation. Steve and Sam exchanged knowing smirks.

Back at your spot, Scott pulled you up to dance, and both of you made fools of yourselves, the laughter echoing across the room.

Bucky was certain he hadn't misheard this time. His gaze swept the room until it landed on you, twirling with Scott.

"Surprise," Steve grinned, appearing beside Bucky.

"You knew she would be here?" Bucky questioned.

"We all did, but we wanted to surprise you," Steve confirmed. "Does she know?"

"She knows, she only returned two days ago," Steve replied. "But we all asked her to help with the plan."

Bucky tuned out Steve as his attention fixed solely on you. He watched as you sat back down beside Natasha and Wanda, flipping your hair over your shoulder, and revealing the back of your dress. He couldn't help but feel the overwhelming rush of missing you.

As he moved toward you, Wanda leaned in. "Here he comes."

Your breath quickened, your heart racing, as you felt his breath against your ear.

"You know, doll, if you wanted my attention this badly, you could've just come over," he whispered.

Spinning in your chair, you stretched your arms along the bar. "Oh really? I wasn't aware I was vying for your attention, Mr. Barnes," you smirked up at him.

Before you could say another word, he gently grasped the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss.

When you both parted, you smirked up at him, and Bucky's gaze softened. "Oh, trust me, doll, you've had my attention since the moment you walked in."

Natasha and Wanda exchanged knowing glances, letting you and Bucky have your moment. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of tension and familiarity, the air thick with unspoken words.

You leaned in closer, matching his playful tone. "Well, Mr. Barnes, I might need a little more convincing of that."

Bucky chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Challenge accepted."

He pulled you out of your chair and threw you over his shoulder. You waved at Nat and Wanda as he exited the room with you, heading to the lift, causing the women to laugh.

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A chill coursed through your body, causing you to shiver. Faintly, you thought you heard your name being called, almost in a whisper. Gradually, the voice grew louder.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" the voice resonated closer to you.

You sensed yourself being lifted and gently laid back down.

"Wrap her in the blankets," the voice instructed firmly.

"Y/N, it's me. Can you hear me?" the voice drew near. A hand brushed the hair from your face. "Come on, Y/N, time to wake up."

"Please, no, I don't want to... Please, just let me go," you whimpered.

"That wasn't the agreement, Y/N," the voice continued. "Now, open your eyes."

"No more missions, no more missions," you pleaded. "Please, just end it."

"Y/N, it's Steve. Remember me? You're in Wakanda," Steve's voice softened as his hands gently caressed your hair.

Slowly, you opened your eyes to see Steve smiling at you.

"Hi," he greeted you warmly.

"Hi," you replied, feeling bewildered as you glanced at the faces surrounding you.

"Are you back with us?" he chuckled.

"Is it time?" you inquired.

"It is. Are you ready?" he asked.

"You have no idea," you replied determinedly.

You bolted upright in the bed, causing the machine beside you to beep uncontrollably.

"Bucky, where's Bucky?" you screamed.

"Y/N, calm down," T'Challa approached, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "James is safe."

"He's more than safe, Y/N. He's no longer the Winter Soldier; he's living at the tower with the other Avengers," Steve confirmed.

Overwhelmed, you buried your face in your hands, crying out, "He's free?"

"And now, it's your turn," T'Challa affirmed. "It won't be easy, and it'll take time, but you'll also be free and reunited with James. Are you ready?"

You met T'Challa's gaze, your expression resolute. "Yes."

"Then let's begin."

The following six months proved to be the most grueling period you'd ever faced. The physical and emotional pain felt unbearable, but Okoye always reminded you of the hope waiting on the other side.

Finally, as you both approached the spot where you had spent countless hours over the past six months, Okoye declared, "I believe this is the last time you'll sit here."

After the final session, she rose and bowed to you. "You are free," she said. However, she was taken aback when you enveloped her in a tight hug, whispering a heartfelt "Thank you" into her ear. "Thank you," you whispered over and over again.

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In the morning, the boys were ready to try again. You shifted up the bed, raising your arm to convey, "Alright, here's the arrangement."

"The moment the first baby arrives, we'll do a DNA test. Whoever turns out to be the father has to use protection until the other one gets me pregnant. But there's a condition: a six-month break before attempting for the second child. I'm not a breeding machine," you asserted confidently, meeting their gazes.

"Agreed," they both confirmed in unison.

"However, before any baby arrives," Steve glanced at Bucky, receiving a nod before continuing, "we believe it's best if we get married." With smiles on their faces, they knelt before you, presenting each their own custom-designed rings.

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded in acceptance to both of them.

When Nat and Wanda adjusted your veil, Nat jested, "You could've waited until after the baby, then at least you could enjoy a drink."

Amidst laughter, you told Nat, "Once this little one arrives, the other will attempt to get me pregnant. So, even if I wanted to drink, I couldn't."

A knock interrupted you all and Loki entered. Upon seeing him, you smiled and then became emotional, rushing to embrace him tightly.

"Why the tears, little Midgardian?" Loki inquired with a smile.

"I love you, Loki. Thank you for being here," you said, smiling at him.

"Y/N, I wouldn't have anyone else walking you down that aisle," he affirmed, kissing your forehead.

"My baby will have the best godfather," you said, embracing him again.

Loki held your shoulders and then pushed you gently away. "Excuse me," he asked.

"Loki, was there ever any doubt about being godfather?" you questioned.

Loki pulled you close. "You are a witch," he chuckled.

"I know," you laughed along. "Ready to give me away?"

"No, because these men don't deserve you, but it's your wish, so I will," he nodded.

"Thank you, Laufeyson," you chuckled.

As you and Loki made your way down the aisle, he whispered, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, I am," you smiled, gazing at Bucky and Steve in their suits.

"Fine, but if they hurt you, I will smite them," Loki teased.

"Agreed," you said lovingly. "I love you, Loki," squeezing him tightly.

"I tolerate you, Midgardian," he laughed.

You both laughed, and as you reached the altar, the priest asked who was giving you to these men, and Loki didn't want to let go.

"Loki," you whispered. "If you harm her, I'll kill you," Loki stared at Bucky and Steve.

"If we hurt her, you have our permission to end us," Steve said, approaching Loki and shaking his hand.

Loki was satisfied with this response and finally released you. Standing between the two men, exchanging vows, you felt incredibly fortunate. Steve and Bucky vowed to always protect and cherish you, pledging that their lives were unimaginable without you. Tears streamed down your face as you exchanged rings, each personalized to signify their bond and friendship.

During the after-party, you, Bucky, and Steve stood together, raising your glasses, and made a promise. "I promise to love both of you entirely and equally; there will never be a favorite in my eyes. I love you both deeply, with all my heart, soul, and mind," you declared.

"And we promise to always love and treat you like the princess you are," they both affirmed.

Standing on the balcony, making these intimate promises, you couldn't help but feel excited about the future and the children you would have with

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As the two of you scanned the diner, you turned to Dean, "Did Bobby mention any details about him?"

Before he could reply, a voice interrupted, calling out, "Y/N, Dean."

You both turned to see a man eyeing you both before he turned to Dean and remarked, "Thought you'd be taller," prompting a chuckle from you.

"I like him," you remarked, taking a seat across from the man.

Introducing himself as Garth, he greeted you with a smile. "Did Bobby tell you about us?" you asked him.

"He mentioned a few things. About a nest in Oregon territory, Dean being grumpy, and you being the brains," Garth shrugged, evoking laughter from you both.

Outside the insurance office, you spotted Sam and Becky emerging. Waving at them, Becky's glare made you retract your hand, leading Dean to laugh.

The three of you made your way ink the CEO's office, You sat on the sofa, as Dean and Gareth took the seats at the desk.

Dean asked, "Could you specify what intrigued the board about your qualifications?"

Confused, the CEO stuttered, "We're just curious if you acquired this position through dubious means."

You sat for a while and listened to the men.

"This is impressive, but..." the CEO began, interrupted by Dean's inquiry, "But what?"

"This isn't my dream," he confessed.

"So, you didn't want this?" you interjected from the couch, drawing their attention.

"Yeah," you sighed, "I'm still here," you quipped, getting interrupted by the CEO's wife complaining about the secretary and dinner. She eyed you disdainfully, asking, "And you are?"

"We're reporters," Dean quickly responded, "working on a feature about your husband. Care to answer a few questions?"

"No," she retorted, turning to leave. Dean attempted to stop her, but his words sounded threatening, sparking her alarm.

Annoyed, you confronted her, asking, "For your own good, what did you do to secure his promotion?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," she replied, hurrying away.

"Liar!" you shouted after her.

"We need to follow her," Dean asserted, confirming the decision.

As you watched the woman exit the building, Dean swiftly darted towards her, managing to shield her from a falling light fixture.

"Ready to tell the truth?" you snapped. "Because believe me, I'm not risking my boyfriend's life for you a second time."

Under the pressure, she spilled everything to the three of you about how she exchanged her soul.

"It doesn't add up," Garth protested. "Demon contracts are typically for ten years. Here's the plan: I'll take this lady to my cousin's. He'll ensure her safety. We find Sam, hopefully fix this mess, and everyone's back before 'America’s Got Talent.' So, you'll be staying with a tri-racial paraplegic sniper until this blows over, okay?" With that settled, the four of you raced to reach Sam.

As Dean cautiously pushed open Becky's apartment door, Garth stormed in, scanning the area with his gun. You lowered your weapon and looked at him in confusion.

"Clear?" you asked.

"Yeah, she left her social media open," he confirmed, checking her accounts.

Standing next to Garth, Dean picked up a photo of Becky and read the inscription. "Looks like we're going on a road trip," he sighed.

The four of you waited as you listened to Becky talk to Guy, "I'm not your sweetheart," she shouted and that was your cue.

You all entered the room where Becky and Guy stood.

"Blueberry vodka. The answer to all of life’s problems," Garth quipped, and you grinned.

"Dean Winchester, such an honor! I really need your autograph," Guy said.

"How are you running your little scam?" Dean threatened, accusingly.

"I’m not a cheater. I’m an innovator," the demon retorted. "Yes, technically, when a person sells their soul, they get a decade. But accidents happen."

You found yourselves propelled backward and stared around in confusion.

As you struggled to stand, the scene blurred, and you witnessed the demon strangling Dean while Sam urged Becky to flee. Reacting quickly, you threw the blade and Becky impaled the intern. Sam was able to take it and throw it to Dean.

"Madoff, how many deals are you working on in this town?" Dean snapped.

Before the demon could respond, a voice came from behind you, causing you to drop your head and sigh in frustration.

"Hello, boys," Crowley interrupted. "Kitten," he smirked at you. "Sam, congratulations. Who’s the lucky lady?"

"Crowley!" Becky exclaimed.

"And you’re—well, I’m sure you have a wonderful personality, dear," Crowley remarked. "You know, kitten, wedding fever is upon us. You'd make a great queen of hell."

"Another step, and I’ll Colombian necktie your little friend here," Dean threatened.

"Please, a little birdie whistled all your secrets," Crowley scowled. "This isn't Wall Street; this is hell. We have something called integrity. Hand him over so I can make an example of him."

"Just making up for a few things, kitten," Crowley smiled, clicking his fingers. "There, every deal he made has been cancelled. Your turn."

You nodded at Dean, and he shoved Guy towards Crowley, causing them both to disappear.

Turning to Garth who was slowly standing up, you shook your head and walked away.

Back in Becky's apartment, despite your anger towards her actions, you felt sympathy for her.

You smiled as Sam attempted to reassure her she wasn't a loser, but you had to hide behind Dean when you noticed Garth trying to flirt with her.

Before you left the apartment you approached her, and she took a step back.

I'm not going to hurt you," you promised and raised your hand with a bit of paper in it. But when she didn't take it, you nodded, "Take it, it's my number, maybe we can stay in touch."

She took the paper, smiled then hugged you, you hugged her gently back, and then made your way out.

Standing by the cars, Garth hugged you all, and you smiled at him. "Take care, Garth."

"He was nice," you said to Dean as you got into the car, letting the boys talk.

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"Are you sure about this? Both of you?" T'challa asked once more, seeking reassurance.

"Yeah," you sighed softly. "We believe it's the best for everyone," you said, squeezing closer to Bucky.

He held you tightly, nodding in agreement. "We're not safe, and neither is anyone else until we get rid of the past."

"Okay," T'Challa nodded understandingly. "We'll assist in freeing you from this darkness."

"Thank you," you whispered gratefully, hugging him tightly.

"You have a month to spend together and bid your farewells," he said with a sad smile. "I'll show you where you'll be staying."

As you, Bucky, T'Challa, Shuri, Steve, and Sam made your way to the huts, you turned to Steve and Sam. "Will you visit before we're under?"

"Absolutely," they both promised, and you nodded with a slight smile.

After everyone had left, you stood there, gazing at Bucky. For the first time in a while, tears streamed uncontrollably down your face.

Bucky rushed to comfort you. "Shh, time will fly by. Before you know it, we'll be back together."

"Okay," you sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, princess, you never have to apologize. You've given me my life back, and I love you," he reassured, holding you close.

"I love you too," you clung to him tightly.

Over the following month, you spent every moment together. Visits from Steve and Sam were regular, and dinners with T'Challa became a routine.

Then came the day for both of you to be frozen.

"We'll put you both under simultaneously," Shuri explained. "Hopefully, it'll make it easier for both of you. But we'll need to take your arm," she said to Bucky. When he agreed, they headed to her lab.

Turning to Steve and T'Challa, you made another request, "I need you both to unfreeze Bucky first and wait six months before unfreezing me."

"What? No," Steve protested.

"Steve, Bucky's been with Hydra much longer than me. His body and mind have been through unimaginable trauma. He needs time alone, time with you, time to remember what life was like before," you explained with a smile. "He needs to know there's a whole world out there."

T'Challa suggested to Steve, "Separate deprogramming might work better without distractions."

Finally relenting, Steve agreed, and you thanked him, tears rolling down your face. "Please take care of him," you pleaded.

"I will, and I'll take care of you too. I've got my friend back because of you," Steve assured, kissing your forehead.

"Hey, punk trying to steal my girl," Bucky teased, and Steve grinned.

Walking over to Bucky, he wiped your tears away with his hand on your cheek. "It'll be like falling asleep, and when we wake up, it'll be as if we were never apart," he smiled, his eyes also welled up with tears.

You nodded and kissed him tenderly. Eventually parting when T'Challa coughed, signaling it was time.

Slowly pulling away from Bucky, you both made your way to the cryo chambers.

"See you in the morning," he joked.

"At least I can sleep without your snoring," you teased back, smiling at him. "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied with a smile.

With that, you both lay down, and sleep enveloped you.

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“Oh, Hey,” you greeted them with a warm smile, fully aware of the effect it had on them.

“Wasn’t that fun?” you continued to smile, knowing exactly what you were doing.

Steve leaned down and extended his arm to help you up. But the moment you were on your feet, he instructed Bucky to hoist you over his shoulder.

“We can’t risk her getting lost again, can we, Buck?” he rhetorically asked.

Once you were finally inside your apartment, Bucky dropped you on the bed in a rather inelegant manner.

An annoyed look shot from you to him, which only fueled his laughter.

“You know, Y/N, that was a lot of fun,” Steve confirmed, his smile wide. “It’s been a long time since we were all able to just let loose,” he added, crawling onto the bed and kneeling in front of you.

His hand gently cradled the back of your head as he kissed you, still wearing that infectious smile.

“You make us so happy,” he said, his smile unwavering, before kissing you again.

You couldn’t help but return the grin, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kissed him back. “You both are my life, I hope you know that.”

Bucky joined you both on the bed, and you turned to kiss him as well.

As you and Bucky are kissing, you moan as Steve starts to undress you. He unbuttons your jeans, slides them down your legs, and throws them onto the floor.

He then runs his hands up your legs where he slides his fingers into the hem of your underwear.

You lift your hips and he slowly, teasingly slides your underwear off.

Bucky lays you down on the pillow and kisses you once again. You wrap your hands around his neck and sigh when you feel his hands on your breasts, pinching and rubbing your nipples.

“I love you,” he whispers.

" I love you so much James,” you breathily reply.

You gasp when you feel Steve's tongue lick against your clit, and one of your hands shoots down to grab his head.

He inserts a finger inside you and groans when he hears you moan his name.

You arch your back in pleasure, causing him to add a second finger.

“So good for us Y/n,” Bucky nips at your ear, and he groans as you reach out and rub him through his jeans.

“Please take off your clothes.” you practically beg, needing to feel them.

Bucky immediately stands and shreds everything, but Steve promises he will as soon as he makes you cum. And with that he lightly nips and licks your clit, causing you to squirm.

“Steve, god” you shout in pleasure as your orgasm shoots through you.

As soon as Steve undresses, he starts slowly kissing every inch of your body possible. When he reaches your face, your eyes are closed tightly and you are desperately writhing under him.

“look at me Y/n,” he commands

You tear your eyes open and you both look at each other, eyes full of need and lust.

"Keep looking at me," he warns as he slowly slides into you.

You moan and bite your lip, willing your eyes to stay open, until Bucky is nipping your ear and slowly kissing your neck when he sinks his teeth into your neck and you groan. Your eyes closing in pleasure.

Your eyes shoot open when Steve, with one hard thrust, fills you up.

As he finds his pace, you feel Bucky's hand slide down your body, you thrust into Steve when Bucky places his finger on your already sensitive clit. He applies a little pressure so you're not too sensitive and while kissing you, slowly makes small circles with his finger.

A few minutes later you started to feel that familiar build-up, "fuck." you moan as you start to grind with Steve.

The boys knowing you well by now sped up their pace, Bucky's small circles were now fast and deliberate and Steve's thrust were hard and long,

Your hips rose and you clenched down on Steve as you came. Steve in turn moaned out loud and a few minutes later he stopped and held you in pace as he came down from his own release.

As Steve lies beside you, Bucky pulls you onto him, "you okay for more?" he genuinely asks.

"Yes," you nod and lean down and kiss him. You kiss his neck, along his jaw, and back up to his lips.

You can feel his erection below you and you slowly grind on top of him making him gasp.

As you grind on him, every now and then the head of his cock makes contact with your clit, making your eyes roll in pleasure.

When you couldn't take anymore, you lined Bucky up with your entrance and in one go sat down.

"Bucky," you hissed as you started to move, his hand on your hips, as Steve played with your breasts.

As Bucky's hands tightened, you knew he needed to come, as did you. So you picked up your pace.

"Y/n," Bucky moaned throwing his head back "dont stop."

"Bucky," you yelled as you came around him. Bucky grabbed your hips and stilled you and with a few hard quick thrusts, he groaned himself as he spilled into you.

You dropped on the bed physically exhausted, and began to drift off.

"I love you, Steve, I love you Bucky," you yawned.

Causing them both to kiss your forehead and whisper that they loved you too.

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You both fidgeted outside the door.

"Push it, Dean," a low hiss came from you.

"You push it," he retorted.

After a few minutes of back and forth, Dean finally knocked on the door, and as Sam revealed himself, both of you froze like startled deer.

You shoved Dean ahead toward Sam, earning a scornful glance in return.

"Being supportive, huh?" Dean grinned at Sam. "Are we good? There's a job in town; a guy hits the jackpot, then bites the dust playing baseball."

"Our first thought: crossroads demon," Becky chimed in from the room's entrance.

"Becky! Dean, look, it's Beck-Becky!" Your voice high, causing everyone to look at you strangely and all you could do was rub your neck in an awkward silence,

"Well, I do live here," she replied, embracing you. "And then, there's a cursed object," she added, directing her attention to Dean.

"Listen, I don't know what mojo you're pulling, but mark my words, I'll figure it out," Dean blurted.

"That's my wife, Dean!" Sam interjected.

"You married Becky Rosen? Come on, dreams are coming true left and right in this town. Doesn't this feel like a little too much of a coincidence? Or maybe she's part of it. Because for some reason, you're her dream. If you really care about her, I'd be concerned. People who fulfill these fantasies often end up dead," Dean continued.

"I asked her out, Dean," Sam retorted. "Maybe you're just jealous because I don't need you anymore. I think both of you should leave." showing you back out the door.

"Well that went well," you sighed.

When Bobby called, you answered, "Hey, Bobby, what's up? Why would we need another hunter?" Confusion crept in as Dean tried to take the phone.

"Ow!" Dean growled as you swatted his hand away, preventing him from grabbing your phone again.

"What are you doing?" You asked Dean impatiently.

"Let me talk to Bobby," he insisted.

"No, he rang me," you clarified.

Dean reached for your phone once more, but you held it up in the air out of his reach. However, he looked down at you with a smirk, snatching the phone from your grasp.

"Really? You thought that would work?" He chuckled, taking over the conversation with Bobby.

In an attempt to reclaim your phone, you leaped onto Dean's back. "Dean Winchester, give me back my phone now," you demanded, but he spun around, causing you to tumble off.

"Okay, we'll meet him," Dean finally relented, offering you your phone back.

But you crossed your arms in annoyance and looked away.

"Don't huff with me," he teased, scooping you up, and when you resisted, he planted a kiss on your lips.

"You're an ass," you muttered.

"Yeah, but I'm your ass," he quipped, winking at you, kissing you again

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With a sigh tinged with sadness, you secured your bike in storage once more. However, as you settled into the back of the Impala, the familiar scent comforted you slightly.

Continuing your hunts alongside the boys seemed to be going smoothly. You were back to tackling the usual supernatural challenges, and your bond with Dean was as strong as ever.

However, everything changed when Sam decided to take on a solo hunt to give you and Dean some alone time but failed to check in.

Sitting together in the motel, both of you desperately searched for any sign of Sam's whereabouts. Then, unexpectedly, a text message arrived from Sam, providing an address and insisting that you both wear your fed suits.

"That's only 15 minutes away, Dean," you gasped.

Both of you arrived the White Chapel.

"How do we know this isn't a trap?" you whispered.

"We don't," Dean answered, drawing his gun as the lights flickered ominously.

Approaching the door, you watched Dean staring intently at it. When he glanced at you, he appeared surprised to find you looking at him.

"Aren't you going to open it?" he asked.

"Why do I have to be the one to open it?" you retorted.

"Because I'm the cover," he countered.

"I can be the cover," you hissed back.

Just as he was about to reply with something snarky, the door swung open, revealing Sam standing there looking confused.

"Sam, you're okay!" you exclaimed, rushing to hug the man before you. When Sam noticed your guns, he smiled. "You don't need that. Put it away and follow me," he instructed as he pulled you down the aisle.

"So, what are we hunting?" Dean asked, suspecting some kind of siren, "Is this a play?"

"Nothing like that. I'm in love, and I'm getting married," Sam proudly announced.

"Good one, Sam," you chuckled. "Wait, you're serious?" you added when Sam's expression didn't change.

As Dean was about to say something, a woman in white began walking down the aisle.

"Becky!" you and Dean exclaimed simultaneously as Sam unveiled his bride.

Trying to get Dean's attention, you nudged him repeatedly, whispering, "Bride, that's the bride." However, Dean stood frozen in shock.

After the initial surprise settled, Sam sat down, holding Becky's hand.

"Shouldn't she have asked for my permission?" Dean spat out. "I mean, how did this happen?"

As Sam began explaining how they met, you interrupted, "That's nice, but Sam, you're a hunter. How's this going to work? You're putting her in danger."

"But that's the best part. She understands more than anyone; she's read every book," Becky exclaimed excitedly.

"Okay, but how do you know she isn't... you know," Dean nodded at Becky, implying something.

"We've done all the tests—salt, holy water. I passed them all," she smiled.

As the pastor concluded, Becky grabbed the bill, declaring, "I've got it. You two can do your brother thing," then turning to you, she added, "And we'll do our sister thing."

Turning to Dean you mouthed "Help me," but all he could do was shrug, which earned him a glare from you.

"So, Becky," you started, but were taken aback when she suddenly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you in for a hug and snapping a selfie. "This is definitely going on Instagram," she happily stated.

"Instagram?" you queried, puzzled.

Before she could respond, Sam approached both of you.

"Ready, Becky?" he smiled, kissing her, prompting you to turn to Dean, who pretended to be nauseated.

"Where are you headed?" you hurriedly asked. "Don't you want to stick around?"

"No, we're off to Delaware, Becky's hometown. Hopefully, we'll see you up there," Sam said with a smile.

"We need to call Bobby," Dean stated firmly, leaving you nodding in agreement and disbelief.

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