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Death Did Us Part

A/N: The ideas are flowing again! This involves both Sam and Dean Winchester. There’s a brief nsfw part, but this is mostly fluffy sadness. By the way, it’s 11/11, so make a wish (or in other words a request) and get it granted haha. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you! ✌

Post date: 11/11/2019

I thought I had lost him.

I thought I would never see him again.

But there he was.

There he is.

Standing in front of Sam and I just smirking.

“You guys missed me?” He smiled wide.

I opened my mouth, but nothing could come out as I looked at Sam who was already looking at me with his jaw clenched.

There was a sliver of hope that it wasn’t my Dean.

That I was dreaming him up like a million times before.

That I was hallucinating.

That there was no chance my dead boyfriend was back to me because I screwed up.

I fucked up bad.

—–

“Sam, we shouldn’t.”

“(Y/n), Dean’s gone. We’re okay.”

I took off my shirt hesitantly, looking down at a shirtless Sam. His big hands resting on my hips. He’s looking right at me with his big brown eyes waiting on my next move. “You know we don’t have to do anything. We could relax and just keep each other company. I miss him too.” I felt a knot in my throat. I whimpered as my vision began blurring with tears. Sam sat up quickly and held onto me tightly, rubbing my back gently. I held onto him as if he were my lifesaver in a deep ocean of sadness. I was drowning and he was my way to the light. My way to relief. My way to cope. My way to find a will to live again.

I grabbed Sam’s face and kissed him deeply. His mouth clung onto mine. His tongue danced with mine. My hands gravitated to his long, soft hair, my fingers tangling in it. It felt so wrong, but so right. Sam flipped us over, so he was on top of me. We were completely naked. Completely vulnerable to each other. “Are you sure about this?” He breathed into my ear and I nodded “Yes.” Without any hesitation, he slammed into me. I gasped as our bodies adjusted. It felt awkward at first finding our rhythm, but we found it quickly. I wasn’t used to his length. He was bigger than Dean and it hurt, but it felt so nice. The broken motel bed squeaked loudly with every thrust and the dingy bed frame thumped against the wall, I’m sure our neighbors would complain eventually.

Hearing Sam groan and gasp like that was strange. He made the hottest faces though. He was gentle unlike Dean. It was nice, but it wasn’t my style. I pulled on Sam’s hair, yanking his head back earning an animalistic groan and a hungry smile from him. In that moment, gentle Sam was out the door. He slammed into me again and again. Just what I needed. My thoughts went right out the door too. My worries melted away. Dean still screamed in my head as I screamed out loud, but Dean wasn’t louder. It didn’t take long before we were both reaching and riding out our highs.

After we were finished, we laid in bed together tangled in the sheets and each other. Sweat stuck us together as we caught our breath. “Was that good?” He huffed out. “It was amazing” I smiled up at him. It still felt wrong and for a minute I felt sick to my stomach with guilt and regret. I had sex with my dead boyfriend’s little brother not even a month after burying him. But then we did it again.

And again

And again.

And about twenty more times after that. Each time feeling more right than wrong. Each time feeling better and better. Each time pushing Dean right out of my mind.

It was months like this until our lives were completely different. We would talk about Dean, but it was different. Sam and I were together. Nobody batted an eye at us as we cuddled up together in public. Nobody knew and nobody cared. They didn’t care when we went on our first real date. They didn’t care when we got engaged. They didn’t care when we got our new place. They didn’t care when I found out I was pregnant. Nobody knew our past, so we were free to live our apple pie life. Demons, shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, etc weren’t our monsters. Bills were. We weren’t hunters. We were Sam Winchester and (Y/n) (Y/l/n), the new couple in town and that was fine by us.

———–

I stared at Dean before I ran into his arms, holding onto him tightly. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to feel him. I felt the guilt and regret flood in as I felt his arms wrap around me. I took a deep breath, letting his scent intoxicate me. He pulled back and his expression was totally different. He knew something was different. I watched as he looked from my swollen belly to the ring on my finger to Sam and then back to my belly, slowly piecing a puzzle that he feared together. He stumbled back and shook his head in disbelief. My lip quivered as tears blurred my vision. “Dean” I managed to squeak out. I sounded desperate. I sounded pained. I sounded pathetic. I did this to me. I did this to him. “Y-you two?” He whimpered out. His eyes began to redden as he kept stumbling back. His eyes began to water as he waited for Sam or I to explain, but there was no explanation that would mask the truth.

“Dean, please. Come inside. We should talk about this.” Sam managed to get out, walking towards me, stopping and holding onto my hand. Dean looked at us in complete disbelief “You couldn’t wait for me, (y/n)? You couldn’t wait or at least do anything but hook up with my little brother!” He yelled out, earning looks from people passing by. “Dean, please. Just come inside. Let’s just talk.” I pleaded. Dean turned around with his back facing us, his head down “I just need to go.” I went to chase after him, but Sam grabbed onto my hand tighter, pulling me into a hug as I sobbed against his chest. Looking up, Sam was silently sobbing as he watched his big brother who he depended on for most of his life, who he thought was gone forever leave willingly.

I love Sam. We’re in the midst of planning a beautiful wedding. We have a baby on the way. We have a house that we’re paying on. I saw my future with Sam and I loved the vision of it. We were set on making that dream become reality. We were already living it! Now that Dean’s back, I feel all the love I felt for him before and I remember dreaming about my future with him. I want Dean back, but I refuse to lose Sam.

——

Things were rough at first. Sam was hurting and longing for Dean to come back, but he didn’t want me to see his pain. Eventually, things improved. Sam didn’t cry anymore and now talked to me about his problems which helped us get over that obstacle. Our lives went back into our daily predictable routine: I got up after Sam came back from a jog, made breakfast for the both of us, ate together, kissed Sam goodbye on his way to work, kept myself busy throughout the day, made dinner, kissed Sam hello on his way in from work, ate dinner, spent some time together, and go to bed to do it all over again. Day in and day out.

“Have a good day baby!” I pecked Sam on the lips and smiled at him. “You too, beautiful” Sam smiled at me before crouching down to kiss my belly before turning around to get in the car, heading off to work. I watched as the car drive away each morning. Getting smaller and smaller in the distance until I couldn’t see it anymore. Closing the door like always and turning around to face the dreadful hours of loneliness. I start to head upstairs to take a nap until I hear the doorbell. We never get guests, so I cautiously tiptoed to the door to peek in the peephole.

Dean.

He’s standing there holding a grocery bag.

I swing the door open with a smile “Hey!” Dean half heartedly smiles back at me “Hey, uhm..may I come in?” I step out of the way, motioning him in before closing the door quietly behind him. He takes a look around, taking in the unfamiliar environment. He’s looking at every picture of Sam and I on the wall. He keeps walking through until he sees the ultrasound picture. He puts the bag down and slowly picks the frame up, nodding and smiling before looking at me. His eyes are watery “Am I having a niece or nephew?” “We don’t know. We won’t know until next month.” I breath out, clearing my throat afterwards. He looks back at the ultrasound before placing it back and picking up the plastic grocery bag. “I bought a few peace offerings. Your favorite candy and rabbit food for Sammy.” I smile at him as I walked closer to him, grabbing the bag and placing it on the kitchen table “Thank you, Dean!”

There’s a long awkward silence between us and an unexplainable tension. “Is Sammy here?” He asks, trying to break the silence. I shake my head “No, he actually just headed out to work. He won’t be home for eight more hours, but you’re free to stay! You’re free to stay for as long as you like.” I sound more desperate for him to stay than I meant to. He shook his head, smiling genuinely “I should probably go until Sammy’s here. It was nice seeing you.” Dean walked past me to the door and I swiftly turned on my heel to face his direction. I was angry. I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay. He was the love of my life and now he’s acting like a total stranger. “Why won’t you stay? Why do you keep leaving? I want you here!” I yelled out louder than I should have. Dean stopped, his hand was on the doorknob, but he stood there frozen. “I need you here, Dean! Stay. Please just stay!” Dean tensed up and let out several sighs as if he was fighting against himself. “Dean! Talk to me!” I begged him, feeling tears travel down my cheek, tickling my face on the way down. “Please.” I sobbed out. Dean turned around and looked at me. He was crying and shaking, walking towards me fast, wrapping me up in his arms. I melted in his embrace and habitually kissed him. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. This kiss. This kiss felt right. I felt sparks fly for the first time in forever. Dean was the only one who could make me feel this way.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss and stepped away from me “I have to go, but I’ll be back. When I come back, we’re nothing but family.” I cocked an eyebrow at Dean in confusion “What?” “You’re going to marry Sammy and have your beautiful apple pie life with him.” He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. I shook my head in protest “Dean, I love you! I love Sam too, but I-” “(Y/n), I’m seeing someone. This is for the best.” I felt like I just got stabbed in the heart. I shouldn’t have been so surprised, but I was. “See you later.” Dean didn’t waste time and quickly left, closing the door behind him leaving me standing there frozen in the moment. His footsteps on the porch quickly faded and the roar of Baby eventually quieted as he drove off.

He left me once, but this time it was for good and I knew it. Someone else was kissing him. Someone else was calling him theirs. Someone else was holding onto him at night. Is it wrong to say that this hurt more than his death?

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callmeakumatized · 7 years

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Frightmares - Part 2

Nino was already planted in a seat by Marinette's vanity when Adrien and Marinette herself surfaced from below. The pink room had been decorated with candles everywhere. Little sketches of ghosts and black cats (Adrien smiled at this) dotted the walls, seeming to dance mischievously with every flicker of the light. A Jack Skellington sketch caught his eyes and he walked over to the wall where it was posted. Upon closer inspection, it was Jack Skellington-esque, but the figure grinning back at him was definitely Chat Noir.

When Adrien looked back to Marinette, she had already seated herself in front of Nino by the vanity. The three friends were going through several pictures on Marinette's phone, finalizing a design for Nino's face. Upon settling on one, Alya pulled Nino's hat around before pulling a rolling chair up to her boyfriend's side. She slipped off his headphones and pull them gingerly on her own ears as to not mess up her own expertly-applied face paint. Afterwards, Nino shifted slightly to accommodate the gesture when she reached into his front pocket to grab his phone. Nothing about the exchange was strange or awkward between them. Alya knew that Nino would have knew music, especially songs that she would like, on his ipod, and Nino expected her to search through it. Marinette and Adrien had seen the whole exchange so often it was not only expected, it was routine.

Adrien openly stared at the three of them, suddenly feeling rather out of place. Though Alya and Marinette had known each other for as long as he had known Nino, Nino had known Marinette longer than any of them. The three of them, collectively, were tighter friends than he felt he was. That was, until Marinette flashed her eyes over to him, and he remembered one very important detail.

Ladybug and Chat Noir had also been best of friends for three years. That sort of counted as something double with Marinette, right? And although they hadn't discovered their alter egos until just a few weeks before, their friendships hadn't necessarily suffered for it; things just became a little more awkward, the two stuck in some semblance of relationship limbo, both not sure if they were ready to fully tip from their tight friendship into something more…romantic.

A type of relationship he so hoped they could have. Soon.

At this thought, he tore his eyes away from Marinette, who he had been staring absently at, and wondered if they would ever be comfortable enough in their civilian forms as Alya and Nino were. A vision of Marinette idly fiddling with his hair while he held her, watching a movie, flitted through his mind's eye. Simple, just like his coupled friends, and that's what he loved most about it.

"Nino, hold still," Marinette reprimanded through giggles as Nino shifted under the black-tipped brush. Marinette had already coated Nino forehead to chin in the white, greasy paint and had started on the skull details. Adrien smiled to himself when Nino rolled his eyes, Alya smacking him on the arm as she made a rotation in the spinning desk chair. Looking away again, a new sight had caught Adrien's eyes.

Upon their not-so-dramatic reveal, Chat Noir had discovered Marinette's crush on him as Adrien and had, of course, pestered her endlessly about it. Now, he knew from experience, that, especially in the last year or so, Ladybug could be as much of a tease as he could be. But what he saw now? This was being a bit excessive on all accounts. Adrien had felt eyes on him when he had entered Marinette's room…and now he saw that it was his eyes, his own eyes, from at least 50 different posters, pictures, and magazine cut-outs throughout the years, plastered all over the corner of Marinette's wall. What made it even worse (better?) were the little hearts, x's, o's, and love notes posted on, around, and by each one.

He knew, really, that she was doing this on purpose, just to tease him…but something deep down told him that maybe not all of it was a joke…not unlike his own method of flirting.

As he searched around the notes, shaking his head, his eyes drifted to an older-looking, wrinkled paper. It was written in quite familiar handwriting and was pockmarked with scribbles and cross-outs everywhere.

Your hair is dark as night, your pretty bluebell eyes,

I wonder who you are beneath that strong disguise….

Adrien flushed. It was his poem. His poem for "Ladybug", the one that, he just now realized, Marinette, "Ladybug", must actually had answered. He stared for just a moment more before he noticed the sticky note attached to it. On it was a winky face with a short message:

Caught you looking. ;)

Adrien whipped around. Sure enough, though Alya and Nino were checking out Nino's new face in the mirror, Marinette was looking straight into Adrien. He froze under her gaze.

"Your turn, handsome," she smiled at him. Though the lights were low and flickering, he thought he saw a bit of a blush dusting her cheeks. The sight was definitely welcomed; goodness knows he looked the same.

Her words finally seemed to register in his mind, though, and he was confused.

"My…turn?"

"I'm going to paint your face, silly kitty."

Three years with his Miraculous, and Chat Noir was discovering new powers with it every day. Like how the more nervous he got, the more his bad luck seemed to emanate with him. Which would explain why, at that moment, the entire left side of Marinette's desk suddenly and unexplainably broke. Adrien rushed to catch all the books and things from sliding off, suddenly covered in sketchbooks, pens, fabric, and design magazines. The more he tried to right the whole mess, the worse it seemed to get; without warning, the other side snapped apart, and Adrien found himself covered in essence of Marinette, the majority of her projects now a scattered mess on the floor.

Adrien looked to a pursed-lipped Marinette and a wide-eyed skeletal couple.

"I did not do that," was all he could offer before the room burst into laughter.

"Marinette! What is this mess down here?" Is everyone alright?" Sabine Cheng's voice filtered up through the trap door.

"Yes, Maman, we're fine!" Marinette yelled back through her laughter, standing up and stretching briefly. "I'll be down in a moment to clean up."

"See that you do!" Sabine's voice paused before she added, "I have all the leftover Hallowe'en treats from the bakery if you guys want anything – we just closed up!"

In a flash, Nino and Alya were gone. Marinette looked panicked for a moment before yelling after their friends:

"Don't you dare mess up my work!"

Adrien wondered at the exclamation. She must have been talking about the face paint, but why would they mess it up…? Oh.

Another burning in his cheeks told him he was blushing again, and he turned away from looking at the trapdoor where the couple had disappeared and back to the current mess he was covered in.

Marinette's small frame near him sighed before she righted herself and turned back to Adrien. She started laughing again.

"This is not funny," Adrien retorted, trying not to let the smile win out on his own features.

"Oh, no of course not," Marinette replied, walking over to him to relieve him of some of his burden.

"It isn't. My bad luck just spreads all over the place."

"Hm, and you'd think I'd balance you out," Marinette smiled playfully. Adrien shook in his spot slightly.

"Maybe if you were everywhere I went, which I don't think is…possible…."

Adrien froze at the look in Marinette's eyes. She had paused while taking some of the magazine's out of his hands at his words. If her expression was anything to go off of, she was thinking the same thing he was feeling: If only.

Marinette was the first to react. After another brief moment, she cleared her throat before taking her load from Adrien's arms and placing it on the ground. Adrien followed suit. Marinette stood and reached a hand out to help Adrien up. He stood, the two now awkwardly facing each other, and Adrien wondered again if they would ever be able to be comfortable with each other.

"Eh hem," Marinette said again, looking down for a moment at their still intertwined hands before letting go to tuck some hair behind her ear. "Well, uh, let's get started, yeah?"

Adrien looked at her, tilting his head questioningly. Marinette walked back to the vanity and sat on the stool she had occupied earlier and patter the chair across from her.

"Face paint. Now."

"Ah, I don't think Père would approve –"

"Don't play that game with me, minou, you know I will tackle you if I have to."

"I'd like to see you try," he retorted with a wink.

She laughed. "I'm sure you would."

Gall, he really couldn't handle it when she flirted back like that. It just wasn't nice.

"Really, Marinette, I can't –"

"Adrien Agreste, sit your butt in this chair right now or I promise you with my Miraculous stones I will beat you into submission."

Adrien sat, because, well, he feared for his life…but he also feared for his social life, and what his father really could take away from him.

"But –"

Marinette huffed, dropping the hand that was halfway to his face with the white make-up. "It's all acid-free, sensitive-skin make-up, not grease paint like we have. I got it from your make-up artists."

Adrien blinked. "How did you…"

"I may not be as famous as you, Adrien Famous-Male-Model Agreste," she smiled at him playfully, "but I did design the last two covers for Jagged Stone, as well as being named his personal stylist. I am able to pull some weight in the fashion world around here."

"You asked her as Ladybug didn't you."

"She wouldn't answer my calls as Marinette. Now hold still."

At the first touch of the make-up, Adrien closed his eyes, immediately mourning the loss of blue eyes and freckles.

"Don't you think that would lead to questions?" Adrien said in a soft voice, trying to keep as still as possible. Ironically, he should feel the most comfortable out of the four of them sitting in this position. However, sitting so close to someone you care about, who's indirectly massaging your face, and who smells absolutely delicious, was proving to be anything but comfortable.

"Hm?" Marinette mumbled in reply.

Adrien tried not to smile. She was focused. Focused on him.

"I don't know, some Marinette chick calling up Adrien Agreste's make-up artist, and then Ladybug dropping in for the same information."

Marinette muttered out a laugh. "I'm very sneaky."

Adrien peeked an eye open.

"I'm not telling you my secrets, Adrien Agreste. At least not all of them, and not all in the same month."

"How many secrets do you have?"

A soft pressure on either side of his lips made Adrien jump slightly, but he tried to keep still as Marinette moved his face to get a better angle.

"Enough," she finally said. Adrien could hear the smile in her voice. She moved his face to the other side. "How many do you have, Chat Noir? At least one for each of your nine lives, I would assume."

Adrien grinned. "You know all my secrets, M'Lady."

Fingers under his chin moved his face to face Marinette again. Another pressure on his lips told him she was on the last stage of the make-up. He opened his eyes to watch her face. Her eyes flicked up to his for a moment before she smiled softly.

"All your secrets?"

Marinette, apparently having finished her handiwork, dropped her hands to her knees and faced Adrien head-on. From Marinette having pulled him toward her for the final touches on his face, his nose was maybe a foot away from her own. Adrien couldn't suppress the gulp that followed this realization. Suddenly the dim room felt a whole lot warmer. And was that drumming in the distance or his own heartbeat pounding in his ears?

"All but one…" he trailed off. Somehow one of his hands was holding hers. Another hand reached up to grip her unpainted cheek. Marinette leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a moment before looking straight into him again. It was a very Ladybug-esque look: hyper-focused, determined, decided. The flickering lights played merrily in the recesses of the oceanic colors of her eyes, filling them with mischief and laughter.

One more inhale…exhale…

Adrien felt his own eyes flutter closed as he leaned closer to Marinette, simultaneously pulling her gently up toward him.

The first touch was like electricity. The shock was so strong, Adrien physically recoiled before diving back in immediately. It was soft…Marinette seemed to be holding back a little. Something pulled tight in Adrien at every light touch of her lips on his, like a raking through his insides that caused his breath to hitch and goosebumps to erupt on every inch of his skin. The sensation made him want her even more. He moved to deepen the kiss, scooting closer to Marinette, but she immediately pulled back.

"Adrien," she whispered to him, breath slightly ragged. "I, uh," – she cleared her throat – "I want this really, really, REALLY bad…"

"But?" Adrien pushed, slightly afraid of the answer, wondering what he had done wrong. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes and looked at her, she was smiling sheepishly, a deep blush dusting her cheeks prettily.

"But your face paint rocks, and my make-up looks awesome, and I really, really don't want to smear it."

Adrien burst out in laughter.

"Smear it? What did you think we would be doing?"

"Oh my gosh, shut up," She tried pushing against him, but he pulled her back. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, batting them playfully. "You're incorrigible."

"You love it."

He was incorrigible. He knew it, she knew it, so there was no point in pretending to be something he definitely wasn't. So when he heard Alya and Nino coming back up the stairs, he grabbed a squealing Marinette and planted a big, sloppy kiss on her unpainted cheek.

When Alya popped her head through the trapdoor, a cat-shaped pastry in her hand, she shook her head, completely bemused.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, you filthy hypocrite."

It was a group decision to keep the kiss mark on Marinette's cheek. Marinette could pretend to be annoyed with the incongruous mark as much as she wanted, but the triumphant look on her kitty's face, as if he had completely marked his territory, made her pride swell more than she would ever say.

Because Marinette didn't have to say it.

The smeared paint all over Adrien's face much later that night, the black and white unable to conceal the boyish grin spreading across his features, let her know that she had conveyed her message quite thoroughly without ever having to say a word.

She was his, and he was most definitely hers.

Fin!

(( This was going to be a three-parter, with a haunted house and an Akumatized villain with the Akuma in his Halloween mask so they had to essential pull off his face (sounds more gruesome than it would have been…I hope it would have only been a little scary), but, alas, here it is, November 1st, and I have for you a plotless Fluff-pot of Fluffiness. Which now it might make more sense why the ending is a little…abrupt. It's also quite un-edited. Just fluffed. Like an overstuffed throw pillow. *giggles*

Hope you all have a charming Dias de los Muertos, remembering those we love. *hearts*

Thanks for reading! Please, if you liked it at all, or even if you didn't, drop me a little line. I really would love to hear from you! n.n ))

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