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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: cursing, angst, a dash of fluff, Dean being a big old softie.

Summary: the reader has been missing for almost four years, what happens when she suddenly shows up in the bunker unannounced?

A/n: after reading this some of you are gonna go “you’ve already written something like this!” And yes, I know! But either way please enjoy this little piece!

Dean wasn’t sure which thing woke him up first. Maybe it was the clatter of someone moving around down the hallway or maybe it was the light suddenly streaming through the space beneath his door- either way, his alertness got the better of the hunter and he was slowly rolling out of bed, his hand reaching underneath his pillow for the gun that kept him constant company every night.

At first he just assumed it was Sam up and moving around in the early hours of the morning, but that was quickly debunked we he passed by the closed door of his room.The hallway lights were off, the lone light illuminating his path leaking from the open doorway of the kitchen up ahead. Or maybe it was Cas finally coming back from days of radio silence.

Dean slowly stalked forward, socked feet hitting the linoleum floors almost silently as he swiftly turned the corner, gun raised in defense in case of an intruder.

“Alright, who the hell-“ the words quickly died on his lip as his eyes landed on you. His eyebrows drawing together as his pupils widened in shock. “Y/N?”

You turned slowly, pulling your attention away from the small snack you had busied yourself with making. You drew in a breath, unable to find words of your own at his sudden appearance in the kitchen.

Dean lowered his weapon, seeing that there was no danger as he cautiously stepped down into the room, laying the gun down on the counter.

“You’re - you’re back.” The words felt heavy on his tongue as he took you in. It had been a little over three years since he last saw you- and for those three years he had convinced himself that you were dead.

And now here you were, standing in the bunkers kitchen making a sandwich and looking very much alive. You looked almost exactly the same as the last time he saw you- except you had cut your hair and your left hand was wrapped heavily in bandages, indicating you had been in some sort of scuffle recently.

“Yeah, I’m back. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

“Hey, no. It’s okay.” He breathed, finding himself physically incapable of taking his eyes off of you for even a second. “Where have you been?”

“Y/N?”

The sudden voice behind the older Winchester told him that Sam was now up, his brother slowly siding up besides him and looking almost as confused as him.

“Hi Sam.”

“What the hell is going on?”

Dean let out a light huff, still have some trouble in actually seeing you there in front of him. “Yeah, I was just about to ask that when you came in. Y/N, where the hell have you been?”

“Hunting.” You shrugged, turning back to your sandwich and acting as though you hadn’t been gone from their lives for almost four years.

“Hunting?” Dean breathed. “We- we spent months looking for you. . .”

“Well that’s all on you my guy. I would’ve thought you had put the pieces together when my room was empty.” You huffed, reaching for a knife to cut your sandwich.

Before Dean could open his mouth to speak again, his brother beat him to his words, voicing what he had been thinking all along. “Y/N, We thought you were dead for three years.”

“Well, as you can see-“ you spun around, throwing out your arms. “I’m very much not.”

Dean was trying everything in his power not to yell. Not to lash out and get angry- but with each passing second it was getting harder and harder. “Yeah, I can see that now. Thanks.”

You let out a deep sigh, head falling back as you grabbed your plate in one hand, while reaching for the half empty whiskey bottle on the counter. “Alright, there is no way I’m getting through this sober. What are you so mad about?”

Gnawing on his inner lip, Dean watched you seat yourself down at the table, almost completely forgetting the brother standing besides him. Something was different about you. You carried yourself differently, like you had a heavy weight bearing down on your shoulder.

“You’ve been hunting alone?!”

“Sam, tell your brother to calm down. It’s three in the morning.” You sighed, flicking off the cap from the bottle and watching it spin across the table top.

“I’m with Dean on this one Y/N, this whole time you’ve been hunting. . .by yourself?”

God, If you weren’t so tired you would have rolled your eyes at the two of them. It was like they liked to blow things out of proportion. Had you left announced? Yes. Had you been hunting by yourself? Also yes. But it didn’t matter. You were alive and you were home.

“Seeing as I probably won’t be eating my damn sandwich in peace, are you guys gonna sit down or what?”

Sam listened almost instantly, crossing the kitchen before sinking down in the seat across from you, while Dean on the other hand stood frozen in his spot. There was a mess of emotions raging inside him and they were locking him up. He was angry, he was relieved; he was stunned and confused.

“You gonna sit down or what, Cowboy?”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” You mumbled around a bite of sandwich, giving him a sharp side eye.

“Act like everything is fine.” He huffed, stalking across the floor before dropping into the seat besides his brother. “It’s not. You were gone for years, Years Y/N. I thought you were dead. I thought your body was lying in a ditch somewhere and I had no way of finding it. And now you tell us you’ve been hunting alone this whole time?!”

Your mouth snapped shut as you swallowed, suddenly falling silent once more as you looked at the jade eyed hunter before you. Maybe you shouldn’t have come back. This might have been your worst idea yet.

“I have been hunting alone and I’m damn good at it I’ll have you know. I’m sitting here alive aren’t I?”

“Yeah, and look at you-“ he reached across the table, picking up your bandaged hand and raising it. “You’re injured.”

“I’m fine.” Pulling your hand back, you brought your gaze towards the table, finding it hard to look at the hunter.

Upon seeing the obvious tension between the two, Sam pushed himself up from his seat. “I’ll go find the first aid kit, looks like you need to change the bandages.” He was gone before either of you could say anything.

“Why are you so upset with me? It’s just hunting, Dean. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, just like you.”

You watched him drag a hand down his face, leaning forward on his elbows. “I’m upset because three and a half years ago I woke up and found my best friends room empty. I’m upset because you were just gone.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Best friends? Oh but I thought we had become something a little more than that right before I left?” You mocked.

There was a pause as he glared at you. “Well forgive me if I’m getting mixed signals as to where we’re at. You kinda just up and left without a word.” As he finished his sentence, a heavy band of silence stretched between you, neither of you know what to say.

“I-“

“Why’d you go?” He spoke up again, this time his voice breaking even though he had tried hard not to let it. His waver catching you off guard and making you look up.

Did he- did he have tears in his eyes?

“Oh Dean.” You sighed, shoulders falling as you took him in. You had never seen him like this, at least not in the instance of you being the cause of his obvious pain. “I had to.”

“If I- if I did something to you, if I hurt you I am so sorry-“

“No! No, you didn’t do anything to drive me away.” You quickly interjected, pushing you from your seat to round the table and sit next to him. “I chose to do it of my own volition.”

“Why? Why would you choose to go hunting by yourself?”

Letting out another deep sigh, you turned in your seat to face him, your bandaged hand going up to cup his cheek. “Go grab your keys. I’ll go get Sam.”

“Why?”

“ I think it’s time we take a drive.”

The road to where you were going was a long one that had Dean settled behind the wheel of the impala for several hours, Sam passed out in the back due to the fact that you had them ditching whatever sleep that had gotten back at the bunker.

You on the other hand had yet to inform Dean as to where you were actually pointing him and what you were taking them to.

“You gonna fill me in on what the hell were doing?” He questioned, glancing over at you as he flexed his hands across the steering wheel. “Or you gonna make me figure that out for myself?”

“I made a deal.”

Dean almost slammed on the breaks right there, his head whipping back and forth from the road laid out in front of him to the y/e/c eyed hunter next to him.

“You WHat?!”

“It’s not what you think, Dean. Calm down.”

“I’m sorry, calm down?!”

Rolling your eyes, you trained your pupils on the pavement ahead. “Can you trust me for ten more minutes?”

Dean on that other hand was trying his best not to hit his head against the steering wheel and not have a full panic attack. “You know, you’re being strangely cryptic with your words, is it too much to ask for one clear answer?!”

“I don’t know how to give you a clear answer Dean!”

“Well try!”

“Why the hell are you two yelling?!”

Dean whipped his head around once more, looking over the seat at his brother. “She sold her soul!”

“What?”

“No! No I did not!” You interjected, annoyed that you were now having a yelling match with two worried hunters in a vehicle going over 70 miles an hour. “Now would the two of you shut the fuck up?!”

Thankfully both brothers snapped their mouths closed, Dean shaking his head in annoyance as he brought his attention back to the road. “I can’t believe you.”

“Dean, I literally just said I did not sell my soul. Now if you could hang tight for the last ten minutes of this drive, it would be greatly appreciated.”

The hunter let out a huff, choosing to stare daggers into the horizon. Dean trusted you- of course he trusted you but without proper information it felt like he was teetering on the edge of insanity. You show up after almost four years of absence and then whisk him and his brother away to god knows where without much of an explanation.

The moment Dean threw the car into park you were out of your seat as quickly as possible, almost like the leather beneath you had caught fire. The reality of what was happening finally settling into your bones.

“Alright, you gonna tell us now?” Dean mused, stepping out onto the asphalt as he slammed his door shut, crossing his arms over the roof of Baby.

Instead of answering him, you turned to his brother besides you. “You mind staying back for a few? I think Dean and I need to take this walk alone.”

There was a pause from the younger Winchester as he tried to read your features, slowly nodding a moment later. “Uh yeah. Yeah. Just call if you need anything.”

“Will do.” You nodded, turning back to the sidewalk and silently ushering Dean to follow you with your head.

“Sam’s not coming?”

“Told him to hang back for a few, now come on.” You swallowed, waiting for the hunter as he rounded the impala, tossing the keys to his brother with a swift flick of his wrist. His empty hand suddenly being filled by your own as you pulled him after you, slightly catching him off guard with the sudden force.

“Woah, no need to pull so hard.”

You muttered a quick apology, turning your gaze towards the cracks in the sidewalk. It had been a long time since you last set foot here, the suburban neighborhood slowly becoming more foreign to you.

“You ever gonna fill me in on why you had me drive the three of us to a suburban neighborhood in Noxville Tennessee?”

“Yes! Yes I am- I just don’t know how.”

“Well you gotta give me something Sweetheart. Earlier I almost had a heart attack when you said you had made a deal, so forgive me for poking.”

“It’s not anything life threatening if that’s what you think.” You swallowed, relishing in the shade given off by the massive trees lining the sidewalk. “Okay, and deal probably wasn’t the best choice in words. It was more of a promise I made to myself the moment a left the bunker.”

You tried not to pay attention to the slight falter in his steps, or the confused look he was giving you. “Good god, Woman. You could have said that earlier and saved me a panic attack.”

“Once again, I’m sorry.” You sighed, finding you hand starting to cramp up from how tight you were squeezing his as you walked, you dropped his hand, allowing yours to go back to your side. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t come back under any circumstances, to keep you out of this. To keep everyone safe.”

“Your still not making much sense Y/N.”

“I know, I know! Just let me try to figure out how to say this.” You breathed, dragging your hands down your face. “I’m having trouble.”

“Why?”

Because of that. your head screamed as you brought your eyes up from the cracked pavement. Up ahead a woman around your age was walking down the other side of the sidewalk, a dog leash in one hand connected to a golden retriever and the small hand of a three year old in the other, the little girl occupied with hopping over the cracks in the sidewalk.

The woman suddenly caught sight of you, pausing momentarily before waving, in which you kindly returned the gesture before watching them turn and head up the walkway to the the porch of one of the houses. You were almost unaware of Dean following your gaze until he spoke up.

“You know her?”

“Uh yeah- yeah I do. She’s an old friend of mine.”

Your steps had slowed significantly, eyes glued on the porch and the trio occupying it.

“Huh, well that’s nice.” Dean nodded, slowing his own pace to match yours. “Maybe we can stop by later and say hi.”

“Yeah, maybe.” You mumbled, mind filled with other thoughts and memories as you tried to loosen the knots in your stomach.

“Cute kid. Clearly has a fascination with cracks in the sidewalk like you do.” He joked, almost bumping into you when you abruptly stopped in your tracks.

“Yeah. . .” You swallowed, finding the words stuck like molasses in your throat. It felt like every nerve in your body was shaking. “That’s because she’s ours.”

That got the hunter to freeze, mouth ever so slightly falling open as his eyes widened in pure confusion and shock, looking quickly back and forth between you and the small child sitting on the porch across the street, busying herself with sidewalk chalk.

You watched his lips move to form words but nothing came out, the Winchester struggling to speak what was stuck in his throat. “W-what?”

“She was born seven months after I left the bunker.” You swallowed, trying desperately to ignore the rapid staccato beat of your heart as you watched him process the information.

Dean swallowed, jaw clenching as he tried to figure out how to address the situation, eyes darting around as he thought. “You’re saying that’s our kid?”

“Yes. But she doesn’t know that of course. A few days after she was born, I asked my friend Cami to take her.”

Dean was doing his best not to make a scene on the quiet suburban street, but with you just having told him he had a kid, he was finding it to be increasingly difficult.

“That’s why you left. You were-“

“Pregnant. Yeah.”

Running a shaky hand over his face, Dean leaned his weight against the trunk of one of the massive trees lining the sidewalk. “You should have stayed. We’re your family, we would have kept you safe.”

You knew he would say that. His need to protect people far outweighed everything else in his life.

“And why tell me now if you were originally planning not to?”

“Because I can’t lie to you. I never could before. You deserve the truth.”

It was difficult to watch his reaction, because you couldn’t exactly pin point what he was thinking. He could be hard to read at times, especially in a situation like this.

“But why? Why would you give her away like that?” The desperation in his voice making you wince.

“You know why Dean. If monsters and demons caught wind of another Winchester in the world, they would be gunning for her for the rest of her life.” You paused, trying to fight the oncoming tears burning in your eyes. “I was getting her out of our lives before she was ever actually in it. I left without telling you because I didn’t want that decision weighing on you for the rest of you life. I made the choice and I chose to carry that weight alone.”

“Y/N, I should have had the option to make that decision too. She’s our kid.” He tried to mask the shakiness in his voice, “you don’t deserve to carry that weight by yourself.” Dean shook his head. He loved you, and without even meeting her, he knew he loved the little one across the street as well . . .and his heart was a mess because of it.

“I know that now, and I’m sorry.”

Another pause and then he slowly nodded, eyes on the ground. “So she doesn’t know who we are?”

“No. If she does she only knows me as aunt Y/N. Nothing else. I haven’t seen her in three years, Dean.”

Dean never really thought he would find himself in a situation like this. But now as he stood there looking at you, he wanted nothing more than to ditch hunting. And when he looked over his shoulder at the three year old he felt his heart skip. Even from afar he could see the resemblance to both you and him. Her honey colored hair the same shade as his when he was a kid.

“Why’d you bring me here?”

“Because I’m giving you a choice now, Dean.” You breathed, still not entirely sure if this whole thing was a good idea. But you loved Dean, and he deserved to have a say in the future. “We can either walk across this street, or we can turn and walk away and forget we were ever here, guaranteeing her safety 100%.”

You watched the muscles in his jaw tighten once more, jade irises darting between your and the small girl sitting across the street, attention on the chalk art in front of her. You knew he had made up his mind when he took a deep breath, shoulders falling.

“Whether you choose to go forward or backwards, I’ll go with you.”

And so after a lifetime of hunting and learning from mistakes and triumphs, Dean Winchester took your hand and made his decision- and you followed, because if anyone knew what was best for your child, it was him.

The End.

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coffeestainedprint · 7 years

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Double Trouble (3)

Summary: Callie joins the Winchesters to find the demon that killed her father and finish her sister’s work. She finds more than she bargained for.

Warning: Angst, sexual tension

READ PART ONE AND PART TWO

Sam followed the grunting sound around the corner, his bare feet slapping the cold floor under his weight. It was early, much too early for it to be Dean. The door to the gym was ajar and Callie was inside, thrusting her body up and back down from the floor. Sam watched her for a moment silently. Between the jet black sports bra and black shorts, her back and arms glistened from sweat. Even though her muscles were slightly pronounced, he could imagine her being impeccably smooth to the touch. He found himself wondering if those freckles went EVERYWHERE. “Enjoying the show?” she said, leaping to her feet effortlessly. “Just not used to anyone being up before me,” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah, well, I couldn’t really sleep,” she said as she removed the headphones from her ears. Sam was still in his gray pajama bottoms and white t-shirt, his brown hair tousled wildly on his head. “Can’t say the same about you,” she laughed. Sam ran his hand through his hair in a vain attempt to tame it. “I was just about to make breakfast, if you want.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks,” she said, sitting down on the floor. Sam nodded and walked away when he noticed he was slightly hard. He understood the physical part: she was hot as hell, but it irritated him slightly that he was drawn to her without really knowing her. He hadn’t been close to many women and the feeling reminded him of a time where the job hadn’t jaded him on the concept of love. He shook off the evidence of his feelings, however, he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting. The eggs were slightly scorched when he removed the skillet from the stove.

Dean sauntered in the kitchen a little while later, eyes still closed as he drifted to the coffee maker and poured himself a serving. He sat at the table as Sam put the plates down. “Morning sunshine,” he said, before he tore into the bacon-heavy breakfast. Callie walked in shortly after, still damp from her workout. Sam’s eyes followed her to the refrigerator, where she grabbed a bottle of water and drank a third of it before she walked back out. “Stay focused, man,” Dean said, his mouth full of eggs. “What?”

“Don’t fall for her, dude. I know she’s cute and all, but we still need to figure out her deal.”

“She wants to find out who killed her dad and sister. You remember what that’s like.”

“We don’t know what she wants. If she’s the perfect sister, how come Cam never told us about her? How come she never called or texted her ONCE the entire time she was here?”

Sam pinched his mouth closed at his brother, annoyed at his distrustful nature. “I just need you thinking with the right brain,” Dean said, tearing into another strip of bacon. Around the corner in silence, Callie moved away from the door and back to her room.

A case came in a few days later, giving the stir crazy Dean a chance to get out. A couple of ghouls had appeared in New Jersey and changed their diet to a fresher variety, which spelled trouble. “If she’s going to hunt down this demon, don’t you think she should get some practice?” Sam said, shrugging his shoulders. “I can’t afford to hold anymore hands right now. I already have to keep your ass alive,” Dean said, tossing his bag into the trunk of the Impala. “Dean, she’s a great fighter. We’ve both been on the receiving end. I think she can handle it.”

“This isn’t a demon, Sam. I just don’t think it was a good idea.”

“Yeah well, you don’t get to decide that,” a voice said from behind. The boys turned around and saw Callie, bags packed and ready. “If I’m going to be doing this, I’m doing this with my whole ass. Training wheels off,” she said. She stepped between the boys and dumped her bag into the trunk. She glared at Dean, the same way Cam glared at him when he was being an ass and his heart nearly jumped from his chest. He surrendered quietly and slammed the trunk closed.

Night fell and Sam relieved Dean of driving duty and retired to the backseat, snoring lightly under his green jacket. Callie sat in the passenger’s seat and held a flashlight to read one of the books from the MOL’s collection. Sam stole glances at her as she focused on the words, unsure of how to break the silence between them, until she snapped the book closed. “How is this…real?”

“What do you mean?”

“How is it people don’t know monsters are real? I mean…why isn’t it common knowledge?”

“People believe what they want. There have been plenty of times where we’ve saved someone and they just…repress.”

“But the internet…shouldn’t it be chockful of evidence?”

“How many horror films have you seen where everything looks REALLY real?” Sam said, his lips curling into a smile. They fell silent again before she spoke up. “I just can’t believe people actually give up…everything to keep us safe. No pay, no recognition…”

“How is that different from what you do?”

“I get paid. Plus what I do isn’t comparable.”

“How many attacks have you stopped? Murders, thefts?” Sam asked. Callie had never considered it that way. “But don’t you wish you could do something else?” Sam had given up on the thought of a normal life. That idea was locked away with his memories of college, Jess & Amelia.. “It’s easier if I don’t.”

Sam and Dean were both impressed with how Callie fared against the speedy beasts. They brawled in the graveyard after tracking a family of ghouls to a masoleum. Two of the ghouls broke off in an attempt to overpower Callie, but they underestimated her fighting skills and stamina. She pistol whipped the smallest ghoul, leaving the butt of the gun in his eye before picking up a broken piece of tombstone and bashing it into the second ghoul. After the dust settled, Sam found himself excited she had successfully finished a hunt and found himself rambling in the car. “Alright, simmer down Sammy,” Dean said after they pulled in at the hotel. Callie parted from the boys and slipped into her room silently. “You have to admit it, she has some skills.”

“I’m just not gunghoe about having another person to have to look after,” Dean said, opening the door to their room. He stretched out on the bed and closed his eyes. “Dean…you know…what happened to Cam wasn’t your fault. She knew the risks, just like Callie.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Dean said, never opening his eyes. Sam knew Dean possessed the character flaw of stubbornness and he left it alone. He found himself flipping through the channels on the old tv, not watching anything when he decided to go check on Callie. He was sure there would be some shock about fighting her first monster. Sam walked out of the room and down the walkway, his heart pounding beneath his ribs. He hated how excited he got whenever he saw her, even if it was for a passing moment. He rapped on her door and took a deep breath. She pulled the door open, gun in hand. She had lost her jacket and shirt, exposing her black lace bra to him. “Sam,” she said, relaxing at the sight of him. His eyes couldn’t help explore her exposed skin, until he saw the bright red gash across her stomach. “You’re hurt,” he said, surprised. He hadn’t seen the ghouls touch her but he was too preoccupied to be positive. He took a step towards her, forcing her back into the room where he took a seat at the table. The first aid kit on the table was open next to him.

“Here, let me,” he said. She sat the gun back in her duffel bag and stepped between his legs. He took the alcohol pad and dabbed over her wound, the sting failing to distract her from how close he was. He focused on his task, although he couldn’t ignore the swelling between his thighs. He noticed Callie was holding her breath, her stomach slightly drawn away from him. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. “Stings,” Callie replied. He was too close, close enough to feel his warm breath on her skin and it was sending chills through her. His fingertips lingered as he pressed the large bandages across the wound. He looked up at her and flashed a smile. “All done,” he said, his chuckle came out more nervous than not. Callie stepped away from him quickly and covered herself.

Sam cleared his throat before he spoke again. “I just wanted to tell you how impressed we were with how you handled yourself out there.”

“I deal with creeps like them everyday. No big deal,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I also want to apologize for Dean. He’s only…callous because he cared about your sister a lot.”

Her heart twinged at the thought of her sister. She still hadn’t forgiven either of them for letting her get killed. Cam wasn’t strong enough for this job and Callie was bitter that they couldn’t see that. She was also still punishing herself, for letting Cam leave at all. “He just…it’s hard after so much loss…we try to forge on but it does get to us. We feel all of it, all the time. Dean moreso than myself.” Callie could feel the tears welling in her eyes. “Is this how it happens for all hunters? They lose someone to some…thing and they seek vengeance?” Sam didn’t speak but the expression on his face was a resounding YES.

“A demon…killed my mother when I was a baby. Same demon took my dad and…someone else I loved. I hated them all, every creature out there. Blind rage fueled us for a long time. Too long. We made mistakes. Said and did things we didn’t mean, in the name of vengeance. It took us to some dark places.”

“What happened?”

“I focused on the good. All the people we can save. The good we manage to do,” Sam said. “It’s easy to succumb to the pain, to let it in and drag you to hell. Literally,” he chuckled. Callie didn’t share the joke as she stared at the worn carpet between Sam’s feet. “You also don’t have to do this. You can always go home, grieve your family and have a normal life. You do have a choice, to stay in the light,” Sam said. He stood and left out the door without a word.

“What home?” Callie said, laying back onto the bed.

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