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When You Know - Chapter Two

Pairing: Daddy!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Word Count: 8026 (I’m sorry)

Summary: Dean Winchester is a family man. He is happily married, living with his wife and their only daughter; Adeline. They are his entire world. So when his little girl comes bursting through the door unhappy, and convinced she will never find love again, his reassurance inadvertently takes them both on a trip down his memory lane. All in a bid to convince her that when it’s real, you’ll know.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Fluff, swears, more fluff, Dean being adorable, insecurities, mention of someone with illness (cancer), kissing,

A/N: Bit of a lengthy one, but I love this series so much. I really hope you enjoy the second chapter! I also want to say a massive thank you to my wonderful @deanwanddamons for being my wonderful beta, and for kicking my ass where needed. Squares Filled: ‘First Kiss’ for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo & ‘Mechanic AU’ for @supernatural-jackles TMAS bingo. __________________________

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Adeleine was beaming when Dean looked over at her, the ice cream in the tub between them long forgotten as it had started to melt, little puddles of chocolate appearing in the softening peaked dents of the frozen dessert. It all felt like it happened yesterday, the memory of his wife looking down angry at him while he was on the creeper board was as clear as day and yet, it had happened over twenty years ago. He was enjoying telling this story, happy to be reliving those moments that meant such a lot to him and were significant in some way. Seeing the glee on his daughter's face also warmed his heart. She was clearly so invested in his own love story, and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he placed his spoon back into the sweet filled container, easily scooping himself a helping.

“So what happened after that?” Adeleline enquired, her head now resting on the heel of her hand as she watched her father intently. “Like when you took her for a meal at the Italian place?”

“We ate the best spaghetti in town,” he grinned through the dairy that was liquifying in his mouth, cleaning the metal utensil with his tongue before placing it on the side, feeling a little sick from all the sugar he had been consuming throughout his tale. “We were there till around eight when we were told they needed the table back.”

“Wow Dad, you were with her for over four hours! What were you doing all that time?” She gasped, genuinely intrigued as to what they could have been talking about. He knew the reason for her shock was because she had not yet experienced that kind of interaction on her own dates yet, but that would happen when she found the right guy.

“Talking mainly,” he responded, his soft smile still present as he dipped his head a little, remembering how beautiful Y/N looked from across the table. “About anything and everything. I learned what her favorite food was, luckily Italian, and how old she was, where she grew up. You know, all that stuff that you normally do on a first date.”

“And yet my recent ex doesn’t even know that after two months,” Addy scoffed, picking up her own spoon and taking one very large scoop of ice cream, all while shaking her head. “Seriously, he would order for me, claiming he knew what I’d like,” she ranted, pulling her face at the dark sludge that was on her spoon before she poured it back into the tub with a grimace. “He even ordered me squid once.”

“Again, Addy, that’s because Seb’s a dick,” Dean stated loudly, his tone authoritative as he shared his daughter's expression. However when he looked back over and saw the glint of hurt behind her eyes, he couldn’t help but soften his voice, reaching out to place his large palm over the back of her hand in comfort. “When you find your person, and you will, you become enchanted by them, by their soul. It’s almost like you’re just desperate to know every little thing about what makes them tick because you’re so curious as to why you’re feeling that way about someone you have just met.”

“Aww dad,” she cooed, looking at him fondly as her mouth started to upturn back into a smile.

“Hey, I’m not ashamed to say it,” he chuckled gently, squeezing her fingers in his. “Your mother is the love of my life, she was from the moment she nearly yanked my head off.”

With that, his daughter let out a loud laugh before trying to cover her mouth to muffle the sound. He knew it was a funny story, one that many wouldn’t expect to be the way you meet your soulmate but that was what was so unique about the situation. and it was what he was trying to teach his little girl. That there will be a moment like that, a pinnacle in time where her whole life gets spun on its head because of her meeting the person she was meant to be with. That it can happen at any time, and it was genuinely always when you least expect it.

“So, going back to your story,” Adeline started, watching now as Dean stood up and placed the remains of their piled high sugar mountain into the garbage. “You and mom just chilled in this restaurant in your smelly work clothes and her soaking wet coat?”

To this, he shook his head, using the spoons to scrape all of the ice cream into the dark abyss below him as he looked back to the sandy haired girl sitting at the kitchen counter.

“Actually, I had gotten changed as I had a spare set of jeans and a shirt already at work. When I walked back to the office, I saw her wiping her face with some wet tissue through the window. Using the reflection from the glass photo frame on Bobby’s desk to remove her mascara.” He moved across the tiled floor, placing the utensils into the dishwasher before putting the carton on the side ready to be taken out to the recycling. “When I walked in, she was eager to go but I couldn’t let her sit in her soaked state so I offered her my jacket instead, insisting she hung her coat above the heater in the room so it would dry.”

“Aww that’s so sweet,” his daughter swooned, spinning on her bar stool to face him fully, her hands resting in her lap. “Did she take it?”

Dean couldn’t help the small chuckle that left him, his tongue pulling in his bottom lip as he remembered. “After some persuading and me promising that it didn’t smell like motor oil, yes.”

“She must have been into you as much as you were with her then. With her fixing her face and taking you up on your offer,” Adeline surmised and he could only nod. Knowing where they’ve ended up and seeing his beautiful not so little girl sitting in front of him, it was all just the perfect reminder of everything he had done right.

“Either that or she didn’t want to walk into a food joint looking like she was having a crisis,” he joked, striding towards the refrigerator to pull out a beer and to hand his daughter a can of Coca Cola.

She frowned upon seeing the offering and he could only roll his eyes; she was so like him at times. Hanging his head briefly, he gave in and placed the soda back on the shelf before grabbing another bottle of Corona, popping the cap and starting to pass it to her. She would be twenty one soon enough, plus she was in the safety of her own home and it was under his guidance, one alcoholic beverage wasn’t going to do her any harm. He would rather her drink under his supervision than get wasted at some dicks party where she would be highly vulnerable.

“Don’t tell your mom,” he warned, withholding the drink from her until she excitedly and silently agreed, holding out her hand to take it from him.

Once they were both back settled in their seats, he watched how she took a long swig without so much of a wince and he had to let out a small huff of pride. Yeah, that apple didn’t fall far from the tree at all.

“So what was your first date? Because you did ask her out right?” Addy pushed, her bottle now resting between her fingers on top of the counter as she eagerly awaited her fathers response, her eyes lighting up with childish glee as she waited to be fed more information.

“Of course I did,” Dean smiled wide, his thumb caressing the label on his bottle as he thought back. “After the meal, I offered to take her home. We stopped by the garage so she could pick up her almost dry coat plus the rest of her things from her Mustang that had been brought in, and after that, I had helped her take all her belongings to her door. I then asked if I could see her again in a non business kind of way.”

“Well you can’t stop there. What did you do? Where did you take her?” She pushed, once again leaning on her hand as she stared at her father.

“Well, she didn’t exactly say yes,” he informed her, earning him a curious look. “She looked at me with one eyebrow raised as she thought and it was the longest few seconds of my life. Her exact reply to my question was ‘meet me at 6pm on the bottom corner of Indiana Street in two days.”

“Wait,” she interrupted and Dean glanced back, her green eyes that were a mirror image of his own were wide with realisation, “that’s where her bookstore is located.”

“Yes it is,” he agreed, a low chuckle leaving him before he took a sip from his cold drink. “Although back then, it was just an empty building, and I managed to casually, unintentionally, insult her before our date had even started.”

“Oh my god, dad,” Adeline groaned, her fingers running through her sandy brown hair as she hiked up one knee to her chest, one arm wrapping around her shin as she hugged it. “What did you do?”

Now that was a question that he couldn’t help but grin at before he answered. The memory of it in his mind was as clear as a picture book; it was one of his favorites. His stomach would flip each time he thought back to this particular day, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement all swirled into one tornado that would tear through his soul. It would pull at the corner of his lips, causing his cheeks to ache. It would cause his mouth to go dry and the hairs on his arms to stand to attention, even twenty years later.

“Well I got there on time, waiting on the corner and was checking out my reflection in the window of the very abandoned building that is now owned by your mother,” he started, turning in his stool to face his daughter fully as he rested one elbow onto the counter, his beer still clasped between his thick fingers close to his lap. “And trust me, we’re talking broken glass, random bits of furniture left on the inside; it was unloved, alright?” He clarified, gesturing with one hand outstretched as if to help reinforce his point. “Anyway, your mom greets me, all excited and looking absolutely stunning in this sundress and through my own nerves, as she caught me looking at myself, I ended up saying things about the store that she had just bought and been working on since she arrived two days prior.”

“Oh dad, you didn’t,” Adeline gasped, trying to hold back a snicker at her dad’s obvious misstep. “How did she react? The date still went ahead, right?”

“Well…”

May 31st, 2002

On the corner of Indiana Street, Dean waited patiently for his date’s arrival. The sun was still shining in the sky, only a few clouds littering the blue canvas as a light breeze gently caressed his skin from time to time. Birds were singing off in the distance and he had to smile; this was a perfect summer's day. As he took a deep breath in, he tried his hardest to focus on the sounds of the passing traffic and the songs of the wildlife to calm him, wanting to block out the panicked and nervous thumping of his heart against his ribcage.

He didn’t know why he was so on edge; he had taken girls out numerous times before to many different locations. The beach, the cinema, a diner; but there was just something about Y/N that made him nervous, in a good way. He felt like this was the start of something new and exciting, he felt exhilarated yet terrified all at the same time. He had no idea how that could be, but it was a feeling that he had welcomed. After taking her home once they had finished their Italian meal, Dean anxiously stood on her doorstep and asked if she would be interested in seeing him again. The way his palms had began to sweat as he waited for an answer should have been embarrassing but all he could focus on was the color of her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, her disheveled hair from the storm, her one curious eyebrow that had been raised and the wide smile that pulled at her lips upon hearing his request.

This date had to go right. The mechanic had to make sure he did everything in his power to guarantee that she had the time of her life while she was with him, because that was what she deserved. The good, the perfect, the bells and whistles. This feeling that encapsulated his heart was daunting, but he was ready to meet that fear head on because he knew that she was worth it.

With his hands deep in his jeans pockets, he turned on the spot and walked towards the dusted window of the corner store that had just been sold, the glass dirty and dark. Looking both ways up the street and noting he was still alone, he hastily checked his reflection. His fingers came to tweak a few strands of his hair that had fallen out of place before he widened his shoulders to correct his waiting stance, his cream colored henley stretching with him.

“Hey there.” Dean jumped a mile, his whole body flinching as he turned to the side in panic to see Y/N stepping closer towards him, her hands clasped together and resting in front of her stomach. She looked breathtaking, her hair loose and natural, her make-up light and simple, her frame draped in a light blue summer’s dress that accentuated all of her curves in just the right way.

“Wow,” he breathed, the word falling from his lips on a light and airy whisper, a compliment that she clearly heard when her eyebrows met her hairline. “I mean, hey,” he stammered, trying to correct himself as his eyes trained their way back to her face, wanting to offer her a real compliment. “You look beautiful.”

“Well thank you,” she returned, looking a little bashful before she gestured towards the mechanic. “You don’t look so bad yourself. But I guess you knew that from checking out your reflection in the window here.”

“Yeah well I, um,” he stammered, already feeling the tips of his ears turn pink as he blushed. He needed to try and deflect, not wanting to come across like some self involved douchebag, so his mind quickly scrambled to find an excuse. “I was just looking at how bad this shop was. I mean, good luck to whoever has taken that on.”

“Oh, you think?” She asked, one of her hands dropping lower as her fingers rubbed up and down the side of her arm.

This was his chance to elaborate on the story, to cover his tracks and to cement the idea in her head that he was totally not checking himself out nor was he that vain. He stepped a little closer towards her before turning back to gesture at the building, one hand out wide as he huffed a little.

“I mean yeah. Dirty glass, the inside is littered with random bits of wood and paper, it’s been vandalised; I can bet you a dollar that there’s a few bird nests in there and probably a hole or two in the roof,” he rambled, looking up to the top of the establishment in front of him as if he was a well paid surveyor. “Whoever bought this place is crazy.”

“Is that so?” She replied, leaning onto the brick with one shoulder while she waited for him to continue.

“Yeah-uh-anyway,” he stuttered over his words, his fingers coming to play with the tip of the one ear that he knew was burning. “Shall we?”

He motioned towards his car, already starting to walk slowly towards his baby but Y/N shook her head lightly, causing Dean to frown. Had he messed up already? Is she refusing to go on this date with him now? Well done, dumbass. He tried to hide his panic and to keep it internal but the small crease that crinkled its way into his brow made his doubtful thoughts very obvious.

“I want to show you something first,” she simply stated, rolling her lips together to stem her grin before she smiled softly, offering her hand to the green eyed mechanic in front of her.

Thank god, he thought, breathing a small sigh of relief and without hesitation, he entwined his fingers with hers and allowed her to pull him along to wherever she intended to take him.

They strolled around the corner and instead of keeping his gaze on where they were heading, his eyes were set upon the beauty that was next to him. The summer breeze came and gently pushed her hair out of her face, the sun casting a warm glow on her skin and he felt his heart swell in his chest as a feeling of awe overcame him. Just how had he managed to get so lucky that she would agree to go on a date with him? He was a mechanic, nothing special. He wasn’t a lawyer like his brother, or a business owner like his uncle. He wasn’t a hotshot entrepreneur or a well paid doctor. Was he really worthy of her?

His thoughts were interrupted when she guided him down an alleyway. An array of small puddles sat in the dips in the asphalt, their steps echoing loudly as they passed a few large garbage bins from the various stores that were rested against the walls of the narrow space. It was quiet, the couple being the only ones there aside from a stray cat that was laying on top of one of the plastic lids, the creature only peeking open an eye in curiosity as they got closer. The animal was clearly enjoying the sunshine like the rest of the population of Kansas City, having found a perfectly circular spot of light to sleep in.

“Taking me down a side alley on a first date, not going to murder me are you?” Dean chuckled, hoping to god that she wasn’t a psycho who would keep his nuts in a jar as a memento once she had done whatever she was intending to do. With his statement, she turned to face him fully, walking backwards as she still held on tightly to his hand.

“Why? Is a woman taking charge of you in a quiet space your thing?” She teased, a singular raise of both of her eyebrows causing him to splutter bashfully. He could already feel the heat in his cheeks at the thought of her taking charge, at the sinful way she would look if he were ever to have the chance of being the man who could provide her with endless nights of pleasure. He was so screwed already.

“I-um-no?” He managed to get out, a little unease and uncertainty in his tone as he looked into her joyful eyes.

To that though, she could only laugh, her head throwing itself back in glee as she whipped herself around when they stopped by a metal door. It was then that he noticed the small brick that had been keeping it ajar and when she pulled that barrier open wide, she gestured for him to enter first. With a slight hesitation, he did and his jaw became slack when he noticed where he was standing.

Dean was surrounded by broken furniture, littered papers and in the distance, there was the dirty window that he was just checking his reflection in. He could already feel the embarrassment flood over him, the dam of ignominy breaking causing his soul to drown in shame. Fuck.

“Oh man, this is your place,” he surmised, turning around to look at the woman who was now closing the door behind her. “You’re the one that bought it.”

“Uh huh,” she agreed, a corner of mouth turning upwards as she placed her hands in front of her. She walked past him slowly, her stare straight ahead as he continued to feel like a grade A jackass.

“Wow,” he breathed, his mouth dry and his hands sweaty. How the hell was he going to get out of this situation? “I-uh--” he started, his fingers coming to scratch the side of his head as he hoped they would import some wisdom.

“--yeah, I’m a little crazy,” she stated, a little happy huff leaving her as she referenced back to his earlier words, all while circling him playfully. “Here’s your warning.”

I’ve blown it, he thought, well and truly messed it up!

If the world could swallow Dean whole, he would welcome that abyss right now. He would never want to insult her or her ideas, but in trying to save his own ass from coming across as a self absorbed idiot, he had ripped apart the building she now owns. He had made an unintentional slur towards her sanity. Dean had not counted on messing up so damn early in the game but this had to be some kind of record, even for him.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend or anything,” he apologised sincerely, one hand coming to rub down his face as his gaze stayed trained on her, and only her. He couldn’t work out the look she had in her eyes, her expression being one that he couldn’t entirely decipher. In his head, she was furious with him, and had only brought him in here to show what an error he had made in judging something so quickly. That this was the end of the date.

“You really didn’t,” she informed him softly, her lips breaking out into a wide smile as she stepped backwards away from him, spinning in her spot as she looked up at the ceiling. “But I think sometimes just by looking through a dust covered window, you miss the beauty of what is truly on the inside. Don’t judge a book by its cover and all that.”

Busted.

It was like she could read his thoughts, that she knew what he was thinking or what he was about to say before it even left his mouth. This woman was a mystery to him, an enchanting, enticing enigma that he just wanted to dedicate his entire life to solving. The mechanic had to shake himself at times; he was coming across like one very love sick puppy but what was he to do? He had a beautiful woman who was apparently giving him another chance despite his epic cock up and he wanted to grasp that with both of his grateful hands.

“So, what are you intending for this to be?” He asked her softly, walking over the papers on the floor to join her side as she glanced at him, her arms now crossed just under her chest, making her breasts swell just that tiny bit more. He had to swallow roughly and force himself to focus anywhere but there.

“Funnily enough, a bookstore,” she told him, her voice now full with excitement as she strolled further into the dirty space, her passion coming alive like someone had thrown more kindling onto her ever burning fire. “A quaint little shop on the corner where people can come to escape their normal lives and choose a world that is so entirely different to their own. Want to be the knight that saves the princess? Or a serial killer on the prowl? Do you see yourself more as the detective that is trying to solve the murders or maybe...” she trailed off, striding back towards Dean as her hands came to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the seam to his henley, “maybe you see yourself as a cowboy in the wild wild west, riding your horse fast across the open plains in chase of the bandits who have robbed the bank.”

See, mind reader.

“Something like that,” Dean managed to croak out, his voice hoarse and gruff as he tried his hardest to stem the arousal and exhilaration that was coursing through his veins. He was falling harder, and deeper into the maddening world of Y/N and he was powerless to stop it.

“Well then, Sheriff Winchester, if you would like to come this way,” she joked, her lips now wearing a beaming smile as she grabbed both of his hands to pull him further into her soon to be establishment.

“Where are you taking me?” He was curious, of course he was. The mechanic had thought he had seen everything already, the space he was just standing in was vast and large but as he turned a sharp corner, he was clearly mistaken.

“On a tour, obviously,” she spoke matter-of-factly, a happy skip in her step as she guided him from one space to the other.

Dean had to admit, he was starting to see that there could be a lot of potential with this place, if a lot of time and effort was put into it. If she wanted it to be a bookstore, then he could definitely imagine the walls already being lined with novels and literature.

“What’s your vision? Like what do you plan on putting where?” He questioned which in turn caused Y/N to let go of his hands and he was already yearning for them to be back in his again, missing the warmth they were providing, and the way they perfectly connected.

“Well, what really made me fall in love with this place is here,” she gently spoke, pointing towards a large oak spiral staircase that led to the second floor. The railings of which were matched to the detailed carving of the wood she was leaning on. “This piece of craftsmanship that leads to the second floor. I don’t know, the building has character, it has a story to tell and I want to create a space where people feel comfortable enough to leave all of their troubles at the door when they come in.” She pulled her fingers away and rested them in front of her as she shrugged. “That’s my plan, anyway. But you haven’t come here to listen to me ramble on about my business, I just wanted to show you why I might not be freely available for a few weeks.”

Her body language went from being positive and excitable to now being withdrawn and dull. Dean was genuinely confused at the change in her demeanor and he was worried that she thought he was getting bored when he was anything but. He loved seeing her come alive when she talked about her passions, about her dream; there was a different look in her eyes, a spark that was so rare to find these days. He would be damned if he’d be the one that helped to extinguish that. No, he wanted to keep that fire alive, he wanted to keep those flames burning for as long as he could.

“Tell me more,” he asked, his genuine care evident in his voice. “Please?” He urged again, stepping forward now to pull her hands back into his as he held them close to chest. “I want to hear it all.”

“Really?” Y/N looked up at him, soulful and hopeful and he just nodded delicately, feeling his heart warm at the sight of her fire beginning to roar once again. It was then that she beamed and pulled him along to the front of the building, and he was more than delighted to follow.

“Okay, well then over here, this is going to be the main entrance. I’d like a big wide desk placed in this spot for those that want to check out and to also greet new customers on their way in,” she explained, her happiness infectious as Dean couldn’t help but smile at how excitable she was. Moving again, she guided him towards a rounded passage, “and here, just through this archway, I’d like to have a children's section which will be made to look like a little fantasy wonderland. Fill it with toadstools, and carriages, racing cars and dragons.”

He couldn’t lie, he was picturing it all clearly and if she could pull it all off, then it was going to look incredible. The mechanic would do whatever he could to help her reach that goal. If that entailed finding free help or working all hours of the night to help clean then he would do it without a doubt. He was fastly learning that he would do absolutely anything to see her as happy as she was right now.

“Upstairs will be for factual writings, I’ll put portraits on the walls of famous quotes and authors. Some of those big leather bound chairs too,” she continued to explain, her hand still tight in his as she pointed to the second tier of the store as they walked slowly towards the back of the soon to be bookstore. “And here-” she pulled aside a sheet that was already covered in paint, holding it to the side so Dean could see. “-this is going to be one of my dedicated reading corners.”

The mechanic let his eyes rest on the small space she had revealed. It was a corner that already had a sofa, soft fluffy blankets, pillows and she had strung fairy lights all around the old wood. It was lit up in a golden glow that made him feel warm and in turn, allowed the area to feel even more inviting. There was also a small mahogany coffee table that was set in front of the couch, upon it was a large pizza box and he couldn’t stop his stomach from growling. He didn’t even realise he was that hungry.

“Wow,” he breathed, “I have to hand it to you, Y/N, that is a beautiful vision and this is amazing.”

“Now to make it a reality,” she mused, one shoulder coming to touch her cheek as she slowly pulled him closer into the already prepared part of her business. “But first, come sit. I have an extra large pepperoni waiting for us to dig into plus a mixture of beer, water and other soft drinks,” she began to ramble, gesturing to all the items and pushing along a cooler with her foot before letting go of Dean’s hand. “But not forgetting the most important part of any date,” she softly uttered, striding over to a small record player and opened the lid, placing down the needle onto a vinyl. Immediately the beginning notes sound of ‘Travelling Riverside Blues’ filled the air and Dean couldn't help but grin widely.

“Oh this is a classic! You are my kind of woman,” he blurted out without thinking and Y/N hid her face, just nodding along in agreement before allowing herself to fall onto the soft leather next to her, patting a cushion for Dean to join her. “But you gotta tell me something…”

“And what’s that?” She playfully fired back, leaning her head on her hand, her elbow propped on the sofa as she watched him slowly sit down next to her.

Dean made himself comfy, an arm placed along the back of the couch, his ankle resting on his other leg as he leaned in closer to her. “Did you hang these fairy lights just for me?”

“Does that idea make you feel special, cowboy?” She whispered, their faces just inches apart and he could feel his stomach already starting to churn with the excitement of her being so close to him.

Just a small movement, an extra push and he could kiss her. The thought alone had his mouth going dry and he had to fidget a little to make himself more comfortable. He would love to be that lucky.

“Kinda,” he grinned, bashful upon his admission.

“Then yes,” she laughed, moving away from him and he couldn’t help but feel disappointed that she wasn’t in such close quarters anymore.

Still, hearing her happiness was everything and he couldn’t help but join in, her glee infectious. It was a sound that he could listen to repeatedly and never tire of it. He watched her lean forward and take out two beers from the cooler, popping the cap off on one and handing it to him. Taking it gratefully, he spoke his thanks as she slid off the small heels that were resting on her feet before tucking her legs under her. Dean took that small moment to realise that he was kind of in awe of all of this, in awe of her. This was their first date and yet as he sat next to her, sipping on a cooled Corona, he realised that he felt like he had known her for a lifetime. In reality, they had been in each other's existence for three days and if he wanted to get even more precise, they had only technically been talking for around seven hours; minus the few text messages in between of course.

Just as his chest started to swell with this overwhelming feeling of elation, it soon started to deflate when his actions from just a few moments previous crept back into his mind. God, he was a dumbass. He could have thrown it all away because of his own inability to admit that he wanted to look good for her. What was so wrong with that anyway? Why should he have been ashamed that she caught him making himself look presentable for their date? The mechanic swallowed hard before running his pink tongue over his bottom lip, pulling the skin back into his mouth.

“Seriously though, Y/N, I’m sorry for earlier,” he spoke gently, offering her a sincere look as he played with the lobe of one of his ears. “I was dumb, my nerves got the better of me and allowed my stupid head to ramble words out of my mouth without thinking.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologise,” she responded, nudging him softly, her beer being held in both hands as her thumb rubbed softly across the label.

“No, I do,” he admitted, looking down at his own beverage in his grasp while trying to quell the feeling that he was an idiot. “I can’t believe I actually accidentally insulted you on our first date.”

“Well in all fairness, you had no idea what was in store for you tonight,” she beamed gesturing to all that was around her.

“That I did not,” he chuckled, looking over at the beautiful whirlwind that had come into his life. “I actually had this evening all planned out already, like I’m so used to doing.”

“Is that so?” Y/N prompted, moving to angle her body more towards him as she gazed up at Dean from under her lashes, “I’m intrigued.”

He was a goner already, that look, the one she was giving him in that very moment, it was enough to make him do anything. It was then that he decided he was going to show her exactly what he had in store, “Wait here.”

Placing his beer onto the coffee table, he got up out of his seat and walked quickly over to where the metal door was in which they had entered. She heard him shout after her, asking him where he was going and Dean shouted a quick ‘you’ll see’ in response. Pressing down on the bar across the exit, he found the brick that she had used earlier and propped the barrier open. With a beaming smile, he half walked, half jogged back to where he had parked his beloved Impala, passing the black and white cat that was still sprawled out on top of the bin in the sunshine.

Once he had reached the trunk of Baby, he wasted no time in pulling out the medium sized wicker basket from the space before locking back up and racing back towards the alley. Never in his life had he felt this excited or this happy on a first date before. Dean was starting to think that he was a little mad, that some creature had placed a spell on him. Hell, if it was closer to Valentine’s Day, he would be convinced that Cupid was indeed real and had shot him with one of his magical arrows. He was having a hard time understanding the feelings that swirled within him, but he wasn’t afraid of them, not by any means. No, he was enticed by them. He wanted to follow whatever path his heart was leading him on, because this was one that he hadn’t tread before.

His mother had always told him about true love, about finding a soul mate; his father had too. But he never truly believed it, never really allowed himself to think that he was worthy of a bond so strong. He remembers being told by his own dad that when that person who you are meant to be with walks into your life, you’ll know. The wind will get blown from your sails, you’ll feel as though someone has punched you in the gut and taken away the air you need to breathe, only to later realise that the oxygen you craved was the person you were meant to be with. Of course, at a young age when he was told this, Dean thought it was a load of crap but as he walked back into the dilapidated building, his eyes falling back onto the woman who was surrounded in a golden lighted hue, and the soft echoes of Zeppelin echoing around the room, he suddenly knew and understood everything his parents had ever told him.

The sound of the metal door closing caused Y/N to turn around and face him, her lips pulling into such a wide smile when she saw what he was holding in his hands.

“Is that...a picnic basket?” She questioned, her words riding on a breath of disbelief as he came to place it on the table in front of them.

“It is indeed,” Dean confirmed, gesturing for her to take a closer look inside, placing one hand on the back of his neck as he scratched at the short hair that nestled there. “I was uh, going to take you to one of my favorite spots. It has this amazing view and with you being new to town--”

“--don’t tell me anymore,” she interrupted, moving forward to place her bottle down on the wood before she turned to gaze back at him. “Save it for another time.”

The mechanic could not stop the way his heart thudded loudly against his ribs, his breathing hitching slightly upon hearing her words. He watched, delighted, as she opened up the basket, the wicker light between her fingers as she peeked inside his self packed hamper. Thank god, he hadn’t messed this up.

Clearing his throat, he fell back into his place on the couch, his fingers reaching for his drink as his arm regained the position it was in before he left. “Is that, uh, is that your way of telling me there’s going to be another date?”

Y/N gasped, her mouth hanging slightly agape as she pulled out what he had originally planned for their dessert. “You’ve packed nutella and wafers!” She exclaimed, already opening the jar before settling back into the cushions, “Oh yeah, there will be another date.”

“Well I'm honored,” he grinned, watching her already dig into the chocolate and hazelnut treat he had packed while he leaned to grab a slice of the pepperoni pizza that was laying abandoned on the wooden surface.

“So, I realised something the other night,” she remarked, her eyes settling on his lips as he slowly licked away the remnants of the tomato sauce base, something he definitely noticed her doing. However, she quickly darted her gaze back up to meet his, and he felt a flicker of want burn within him. Did she want him as much as he desired her?

“What’s that?” He questioned, taking another lucious bite of his meal.

“We never talked about your family,” she concluded, wrapping her mouth sinfully around her Nutella covered wafer “Tell me about them. Who was it that raised Dean Winchester to be so thoughtful?”

“My mother, Mary.” His words made her stop and watch him intently, his chewing starting to become slower as he thought back to his childhood. “Growing up it was me, mom, my dad, John, and my little brother Sammy,” the mechanic smiled before pointing around to the space they were in. “He would be all over this by the way, he loves his books.”

“You close with them?”

“Yeah, but mostly Sam, he’s my best friend,” he told her honestly, wiping the crumbs from the pizza slice off his hand and onto his jeans as he took a long swig of his beer before replying. “Others include Cas and Benny, the latter you’ve already met.”

“I did, he was a real charmer when he dropped off my baby yesterday. Southern right?” Y/N asked and Dean could only nod, hiding a chuckle when he thought about the one liners his coworker could have possibly said.

“Yeah he’s from Carencro, Louisiana. Swear he was born with that charm,” the mechanic quipped, shaking his head as his thumb played with the neck of the bottle in his hand. Unfortunately, as much as he wanted too, he wasn’t able to be the one to drop off her car due to being fully booked back at the garage. However, he was the one that insisted he worked on it, wanting it to be like new, for her. “So, how’s the Mustang running?”

“Perfect, like an absolute dream,” she sighed, happily as she rested her head against the leather, the Nutella jar still grasped firmly in her hands, her legs still tucked tightly under her.

“So how did you come to get such a beautiful car?” Dean spoke aloud, wondering how on earth he managed to find a woman who was as passionate about the classics like he was. “If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, well, she was my fathers,” Y/N responded quietly, lowering the confectionery in her hand to her lap.

“I bet he’s proud that you’re looking after her,” he complimented, frowning a little at her body language. The once happy demeanor she had was now clouded by an unknown sadness.

“He would have been, she was his pride and joy.” The woman in front of him started to absentmindedly play with the wafer in her hand, swirling it around the chocolate in her grasp, and his heart sank at the sight.

“Was?” He gingerly questioned, already fearing that he knew the answer to his query.

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat, now moving to place the treat onto the coffee table next to them and to pick up her drink instead. She took a deep breath, before taking a large sip and he could only imagine that it was for some courage. “My dad passed away about six months ago now. He had a brain aneurysm.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he consoled, rushing forward in his seat to now place his bottle down, wanting his arms to be free to hold her if he needed. “Shit, that must be rough.”

Dean could only imagine the pain she must be going through. Knowing that he nearly lost his mother in a house fire when he was just four years old, cemented the realism of losing a parent and that was something that still terrified him to that day.

“It’s how I bought this place, with some money he had left me and why I had such a freak out when I came to your garage,” Y/N admitted in a shaky tone, her now hazed orbs looking back at him as she admitted one of her secrets. “Not just because I had broken down in the rain but because I had to leave her on the side of a road, and if anything would have happened, the last thing I have of my father would have been lost.”

The mechanic watched a stray tear fall from her eye but he caught it before she could, his thumb rubbing delicately over her soft skin as he studied her features, wiping her pain away. She was beautiful, elegant, mesmerizing; she was everything and more.

Without hesitation, he slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him for comfort, her body relenting with ease and submitting to his advances. She rested her head upon his shoulder and he hoped that she wouldn’t be able to hear the way his heart was thudding, or feel the way his palms had started to get warm on the top of her bare arm.

“I get that,” he told her honestly, voice low and rugged. “My baby, she also belonged to my dad. He gifted her to me because he could see how much I loved her and she’s been my pride and joy ever since.”

Upon hearing that, she lifted herself from him. Just enough so she could gaze upon his features, still staying wrapped in the safety of his hold, “Really?”

“Yeah.” He had to swallow, their close proximity making it hard for him to suck in air. Her nose was just an inch away from his, her eyes roaming about his face as she thought. He had to concentrate on making sure his breathing was even, that his body wouldn’t betray him in some way because at this moment in time, he wasn’t trusting that it wouldn’t slip up and reveal just how much she affected him.

“I know this might sound crazy but I sometimes still feel like he is with me when I’m driving her, you know? Like he’s telling me to go easy on the gas or to break a little earlier than I do. Having the Mustang in my life is like still having him with me,” she confessed, before looking straight back up into his jade colored eyes, “Bet you think I’m insane huh?”

Her last words were a whisper as she, too, had noticed just how close they truly were, their bodies gravitating towards each other as she waited for his response. He had to fight to gain control over his words, her sweet scented perfume causing his mouth to water and he found he had to resist the urge of wanting to drown himself in it, and in her.

“No,” he husked, his large hand now coming up to her cheek, using the backs of his fingers to move the stray hair that was blocking her vision before tucking it behind her ear. That’s where it stayed, his hold warm on her as his gaze dropped to her lips, their foreheads now touching after his palm had brought them closer. “I think you’re perfect.”

With less than a second's hesitation, they kissed, their mouths working together in perfect synchronicity. He had to swallow a deep groan as he tasted her for the first time, as he allowed his tongue to delicately swipe across her sensitive skin causing a small whimper to leave her. With her permission, he deepened this moment, allowing himself to run freely down this unknown path, making way for the barrage of feelings that were now taking a hold of his heart. Everything else had been forgotten; the food, the drinks, the music. From that moment on, all that mattered was her. All that ever was going to matter, was Y/N.

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