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John Winchester- Father Like Daughter

Pairing: Father!John W. x Daughter!Reader

Pov: John

Warning: Fighting, yelling, screaming, punching glass, cuts, blood, angst, realization, fluff, love, hunting, family business

Summary: Getting into a fight with his daughter john comes to realize just how much his daughter is like him.

Word Count: 1.4k

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Another motel room with three kids, sometimes it can be too much for even me to handle. Especially when my oldest wants to fight me on everything choice I make. Five years older than her brother Dean. Dean as least learned not to fight me on the things I say, but Y/n she can't seem to help to want to fight with me.

"Dad, come one. You know that I could have taken that hunt by myself." She argues as I unlock our motel room. She is tall with blonde hair like her mother, her features remind me of the sweet love I have for their mother. Maybe that's why I fight so hard to protect my girl, my only baby girl.

Dean is about to end high school, and Sam's about to start. They're both doing school work. The TV is blaring some bullshit. And I want to barely hear Y/n, as she continues fighting me.

Early that day I had her that we'd go together. Currently working on a vamp nest, and instead my twenty-two-year-old just up and left. Walked halfway there before I noticed she was gone, and I was able to get her. From the side of the road.

My truck door slammed as she got in, and huffed and puffed. Now we're back, and she hasn't stopped talking. Arguing why I should have left her to go. "Dad why won't you let me go? Why can Dean go, but not me?" She asks pointing at her very confused brother.

Dean just shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his history book. "Because Y/n, I know that Dean won't get too involved and end up getting himself killed." I counter, she's bottling her rage, and now she's got me madder than I really need to be.

"Dad, you know that's not even a fair response. You just don't me going out and hunting that's all. You taught Dean and Sam way before you taught me." She counters, she's a raging ball of fire right now.

It reminds me of her mother, how furious her mother would get. Never in my life had I meant to piss of Mary, but when you got her going there was no ending her warpath. She was passionate about things, leading our daughter to be passionate about things, but also have a horrible temper.

"Y/N enough," I yell. She stops, her face going blank. Now all of a sudden I'm the bad guy because I yelled. This is how it always is, me trying to protect my children, my only connection left to Mary. And now I'm the one that's wrong.

"No dad, it's not enough. You'll never see it any way except for yours." She isn't yelling, but her voice is hoarse probably from holding back tears or trying to seem just as loud as I am.

It's quiet for a split moment before the boys are standing next to me. "Dad, can I have the keys to the truck? Take Sammy somewhere else for the moment?" Dean asks, Y/n is seething with anger, as I pass over the truck's keys. "Just be safe." Is all I say before the two of my boys are out of the motel room slamming the door.

"Why'd you let them leave?" She asks, anger is still present in her voice. "Because Y/n you're yelling and honestly I think we've both upset the boys. We don't need to yell anymore." I say walking towards one of the beds.

There's never a moment of calm around Y/n, we butt heads on everything. Plans of the family business we butt heads, we butt heads on whether or not we should take a certain hunt.

She's me, every which way in that matter.

She walks past me, going into the small cramped mirror. "Honey, come back out here. We need to talk about this." I'm trying not to be so mad anymore, the anger and harshness will kill me long before a monster ever gets the chance.

"I'm not coming out until you admit that you don't let me hunt because I'm a girl!" She screams from the bathroom, the door is flimsy and honestly, I don't want to force her out.

"I won't say that because it's not the truth." I yell back, I hear broken glass shatter against the counter, "Y/n what did you do?" I ask, concern overflows my body.

"I didn't do anything, and even if I did it wouldn't matter," Y/n yells from behind the bathroom door. I sigh deeply before getting up and banging on the shitty bathroom door. "Y/n open this door, I know you hurt yourself." I'm not stupid she probably shattered that mirror. Her hand is probably bleeding profusely all because she thinks one way.

"Come out here, let me fix that damn cut on your hand. Stop being a child, and let me explain why I don't like you hunting." I'm trying desperately to compromise with her, but she's so head-strong that everything I say is wrong.

"Y/N, I will kick the door down, and then you'll have to deal with a pissed-off me and a cut hand." She's my only girl, and yet I feel like I got an angry pissed-off teenage boy on my hands.

There's a huff on the other side of the door before it cracks open. Y/n's hand is bleeding profusely, she's got it raised above her head. Not that it's helping her at all.

"Come over here," I say pointing over to the kitchen sink. She walks in front of me, stomping her feet all the way. "Y/n let it go, stop being so pissed at me, I'll explain myself, okay?" I say, she rolls her eyes and opens her palm into the sink.

"Start explaining dad." She says wincing as the cold water hits her bleeding hand. "Okay, geez I'll explain." I laugh out but she's holding a cold stare as the water washes the dark blood off her hand.

"Look kiddo, I don't not like you hunting. I just don't you to get hurt, the boys can get hurt they can take care of themselves, but you. You're my baby girl. You remind me of your mother, you're head-strong like she was, you don't like taking 'No' for an answer, and you've also got my anger issues." I say before shutting off the tap and bringing her over to one of the beds, she holds her hand out and over the ground letting the water drip from her hands.

Grabbing the medical kit from one of my bags, I come back over, crouching at my knees, I look at my daughter. Her face is flush, and her eyes look so tired. The two of us have been through the wringer.

Yes, the boys lost their moms, but they weren't really old enough to deal with that painfully. My daughter and I lost someone who'd made life so bright, and in a way made my life a whole lot better.

"Listen, baby, I know that I'm rough and a lot harder on you than Dean or even Sammy, but I have my reasons. You matter to me, and all I'm trying to do is keep you from harm. They can handle things without losing it, you and me. We can't we put all we've got into things like that."

I've pulled some of the glass shreds out of her knuckles. she's winced, but the tears aren't from that. I think she's starting to realize just how much she means to be, and that I'm not trying to be a dick to her, I'm just trying to protect her.

Wrapping her hand up in a white bandage. I kiss her knuckles. "Baby, just know that I love you. It's hard on me thought honey, I'm trying to love all three of you. It's hard with your mother not being here with us."

"Daddy, I know, and I love you too." She finally says the anger is gone from her voice. Her voice vaguely sounds like Mary's. It's comforting almost. "Thank you, sweet girl. I'm sorry I was yelling." I say, sitting up next to her.

"It's okay daddy. I shouldn't have been yelling anyways." Y/n said resting her head against my shoulder. We don't have calm moments like this anymore, so getting them and just being in the moment is rather calming.

Completed on: 07/18/2021

Posted on: 07/20/2021

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Voices

Pairing: Dean W. x Winchester!Sister!Reader Pov: Reader Warnings: Feeling lost, brother and sister moments, crying, character death, John mentioned along with Sam, Sad, tw:Depression, Summary: Feeling out of place as a Winchester, Dean tells his younger sister just how much and important she is to Sam and him, along with the world. Word Count: 1.1k A/n: @firefly-graphics for dividers

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Winchester, that's my last name. A strong Winchester that's what I'm destined to be, supposed to be well according to the family legacy.

Daddy raised us to be ruthless, better than the others. Our entire lives have been dedicated to being hunting and putting on a show that we were a strong working family.

But the truth was, we were far from it. Years of feeling like I wasn't even a part of my family. Years of crying in the silence of crappy motel rooms while Sammy slept next to me.

Years of feeling alone.

It echos into my life 'Alone'. I try to feel like I'm a part of things around me, but I just can't seem to reach anyone around me. Like I'm stuck in this horrible glass bubble, and there's no way to get out.

It's so suffocating, the crushing feeling in my lungs, throw on a happy face Y/n. Being a Winchester show no emotion, wipe your stray tears, and get up off your ass, and get to work.

Years of hiding my feeling, emotions from everyone. That all came shattering, halted when Daddy died. Just collapsed and that's exactly what happened to me. I lost it, losing our mother was enough to send me into a spiral, but now I was always a daddy's girl.

What was I supposed to do now? He was everything I was. His little good solider, better than Dean at some times. Dean was the oldest, and then me, and our younger brother Sammy.

Almost losing Sammy was another punch in the face for me. My life was falling apart around and yet again I couldn't do a damn thing about it. From that day forward, I made the worse choice of my life. I just simply shut my emotions off, nothing bothered me anymore.

The scars that layered my body didn't hurt anymore. The constant chance of losing my only family left no longer bothered me, as it became our normal.

It snowballs, but I push it further down. The way that Sam and Dean acted, always somehow made me feel left out, but again emotions were cut off.

It only got worse, as we finally learned that our grandfather was a part of a legacy 'Men of letters'. The bunker was cold and felt like home the minute we made it there. Something weaseled its way into my heart that first night we were there.

Do you ever feel like you make no difference? You have no importance for the change happening in front of your eyes?

That's how I feel like I'm stuck behind a glass window waving through and nobody even sees me. All my life I've felt that way, feels like my entire life I've been stuck in my childhood room, locked inside.

I don't know, but at some point in the night, Dean came knocking on my door. I didn't notice, as the hinges moved with the door or the cold draft that blew through my room. Curled into a ball on my soft pillow new bed. I had been crying since we got here. Something I don't know what had just finally unlocked that deep-seeded feeling.

Sitting up quickly when I felt the bed dip, I was quick to wipe my face, clear my throat. "Hey, De? What are you doing up?" I asked looking at the side table clock. The clock read two in the morning right on the dot.

"Y/n, I could hear you." He said his voice was soft something that barely sounded like our mother. Her soft tones humming me to sleep with our baby brother in her arms. Her face briefly crossing my mind's eye. "I don't know." I was cut short.

"Yeah, you do. You haven't been the same since, well since mom died. You've cried yourself to sleep every night." He said exposing me to myself. He's known for that long. Dean was just six when our mother passed away, and I was nearly four. He remembers years ago, why didn't he say anything back then?

"I can see the gears working in your head." He stated as he reached overturning the side table lamp on. The light beamed into my eyes, so I moved up onto the bed, I hugged my knees, and leaned up again ts the headboard.

Dean moved after he stared at me for a few moments. "Look sis, you and Sam are all I've got. So we really outta take care of each other. It's time I start to help you." He says leaning up against the headboard, his long bowed legs reaching the end of the pillowtop bed.

I rested my chin on my knees, deeply taking air in. "You've to talk to me Y/n. All I want to do is help you." He said his soft tone lulling me into telling him finally. I broke after the silence grew too uncomfortable.

"De.. I've always felt like I wasn't a part of our family. Always felt like I was left out of things. Do you know what it feels like to have your mind tell you that no matter how many people you save, how many apocalypses you stop that you aren't worth anything?" I said my tears and hiccups stopping me.

Dean has nothing to say, I could the tears sitting at the edge of his eyes. So I continued. "Do you ever feel dean just how unimportant your life really is? Like if you didn't wake up tomorrow the world really wouldn't mind?" I asked.

"No." It was hesitant, but still, Dean responded. "How long Y/n?" He asked me turning to look at me. A Winchester with tears rolling down his face. "Since I was six years old De. twenty-plus years of feeling like this De." I breathed out.

A moment of silence.

"You mean more to me and Sammy than you realize. You're my only family. And for the world Y/n, my sweet baby sister, the world wouldn't be here if it weren't for your ingenious plans, your brave heart, or your beautiful mind. I know that we aren't perfect, but you my dear, my sweet baby sister is perfect I need you to realize that" Dean says finishing his speech. My entire life I've felt this pressure and now my heart feels calm, my lungs feel clean with fresh air being passed through them.

Is this peace? Is this harmony?

I close my eyes that night, and for the first time, I fall asleep with a blissful feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Completed on: 07/05/2021

Posted on: 07/06/2021

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Dean Winchester: Change is due

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Pairing: Dean W. x Reader

Pov: Reader

Warning: Fighting, Swearing, fluff, angst, Dean being a douchebag, guilt.

Summary: What about talking instead of fighting.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/n- This is for band-pyschos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge. This makes me sad, but whatever.

Square- "Stay with me"

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The drive to the bunker was quiet. The rev of the engine. The downright scariness of the way that all I could hear was the passing of other vehicles on the road. That sound too eventually stopped as the driver back to the bunker was much longer than originally anticipated.

Dean had a temper like nobody's business. The temper of a wild dog, or maybe it was a wild bear. Regardless Dean's temper was downright scary most times. But then again most times that temper of his was never directed towards me.

Yes between miniature fights, and getting annoyed with each other fights did occur, but nothing too bad. You see, three years into hunting and now living with the famous Winchesters. I had fallen deeply for Dean Winchester.

Falling for someone is an already dangerous game, but falling in love with a Winchester. The most hunted after, hunters of them all that was a dangerous game to start playing.

I played the game regardless. Can you imagine falling for someone so much that your worlds just connect so well? Like amazing jigsaw puzzle pieces. Or maybe falling in love was like finally figuring out the correct word in a crossword puzzle.

Like Forrest says "Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're going to get." I would have never been able to tell you that when I was a little girl playing in my room running around in the pure white dress that I would one day grow up kill the monster that haunts this earth, and fall for the most righteous man, the fallen soldier, the best hunter I had ever met.

Could you imagine a six-year-old, coming up to their parent and saying that one day they'd fight monsters, and fall in love with the greatest monster hunter of them all. In your dreams.

Life with the Winchesters was most of the time pandemonium. Life with them was like living in the thunder dome. Like driving on the icy roads and hoping that you don't fall off the cliff. But life was calm sometimes, being able to have a half-assed normal life was good for all of us.

Sam was the best brother a person could ask for. The best friend a person could ask for. I think the moment I met the Winchesters, Dean and I were like magnets dragging each other together. Slated to be together for the rest of our lives, soul mates if you will.

This last hunt was nothing like we had ever dealt with before. So many children had been killed. I had put myself in the way, getting hurt instead of letting more children get hurt. A natural mother... or maybe just a natural instinct of a woman.

Dean, of course, was anger like normal, but usually, his anger would blow over and we'd either make-up or like the band, AC/DC says "You shook me all night long".

this night was different though. Something was off, something felt wrong. Yes, the drive was long and very fucking quiet but something in the air felt wrong. I'd like to think that I'm a tough cookie, a queen disguised as a princess.

I always think that Dean forgets that the reason he and I get along so well is that we are almost alike, in almost every way. We act the same way, love the same things, react the same way. Two peas in a pod if you will.

Dean tends to forget that when he gets angry, but comes to his sense rather quickly after, he either gets blown off, or the subject gets changed, something that he does often to Sam or me. In the situation where he knows he has no control, or where he is uncomfortable, feeling like he's being pushed into the corner.

I used to let Dean act like a douchebag. I let Dean get mad, yell, throw things, get in my face. But recently. Dean's anger has been out of this world, too much to bare, too much to handle. he almost turns into the hulk. It's like he forgets his normal manners and just wants to hulk smash literally everything around him.

How do you make someone realize what they are doing? How do you show someone how they are acting is affecting you?

Finally after what felt like days, but was really just hours of driving we pulled into the garage, the sound of the engine bouncing off of the cinderblock walls. During said drive Dean and I made eye contact once, his green ember eyes staring deep at me through the rear-view mirror. My own eyes making sure to stare at him with just the same amount of deep soul searching Dean was.

Sam steered in his sleep, the coldness of the garage and the car smell waking him from his sleep. Not a single word was said. Sam was the first one out of the car, opening the impalas back, grabbing his bags, and making a rather quick exit of the garage.

Neither of us moving from our spots. We sat in silence. A silence that's a funny word if you think about it. It the most screamed word when you're being told to be quiet. But it weighs heavy between two people.

Fighting was and has never been my style with Dean. Dean wants to yell and be an idiot then I'll let him be, but I won't go without saying my peace. I'll get up and leave if I want to. There's nothing holding me to the man, an argument is just a battle of words.

Finally, Dean moves, moves to look in the back seat. His eye passes over my figure like always. Passing by over my crisscrossed shins up to my jean-covered thighs, over my hips, up my t-shirt and flannel covered belly, up to my tall shoulders, and to my face.

The little light that was streaming into the impala's backseat. "Why?" Was all Dean said, staring at me. I chewed my lip thinking of anything to say. "Stop chewing on your lip. It's finally started to heal." Dean said.

Still, my body stuck in my crisscrossed position. I heard the creak of the impala, as I saw Dean shift from the front seat to the back seat. "I'm pretty sure that I just told you to stop doing that." He said bringing his thumb up to my lips, gently pulling down releasing my bottom lip from my teeth.

"What were you thinking?" Dean asked picking once again at the issue at hand. "I was thinking about the children," I said looking at the man next to me. It was quiet for a moment, then a heavy sigh filled the air.

"The children?" Dean said questioning me. A cocked-eyed eyebrow raised in confusion to my answer. Sometimes it's like my answer is either not good enough, or isn't the right one. "Yes, the children," I stated calmly.

"I'm getting confused here Y/n," Dean said shifting causing the smallest of creak from the old impala. "I stepped in front of the children," I said.

"Yeah, I kind of figured that but why?" He asked. This firstly is going calm, and Dean's asking questions just before assuming shit, but why does this seem odd, kinda like all of the sudden protecting the young kids isn't enough to get a few scrapes and bruises.

"Did the great Dean Winchester just ask me that?" I said now turning the tables and questioning him. "Yeah, I did." He said so cut and dry-like. "You really wanna know why?" I asked

We were still sitting in the back of his precious car. I had rested my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. Dean was just staring, it had become a bad habit of his after we got together.

"Because Dean those kids didn't deserve whatever that monster did to them. Hell, I just pulled ten kids out, you and sam pulled at ten each. Can you even imagine that, because I can. Being so scared that I can't even protect myself." I said.

Taking a deep breath in and sighing loudly.

"What are you talking about Y/n?" Dean asked, looking at me now with more intent. Wanting yearning to get to the bottom jar of worms we had so carefully opened.

"You know what ignore me, it doesn't make any difference," I said uncrossing my legs and turning to unlock the back door. I was stopped before my fingertips even grabbed onto the cold metal on the handle.

"Do you remember that promise you made me? All those years ago." Dean said, pulling me into his warm touch. His scent of bourbon and wood fell down around us. "No, I don't Dean," I said honestly confused about what I had promised.

"You promise me that whatever was on your mind you would come to me and talk about it. I know six years is a long time, but that day you promised that you've never broken that promise." Dean said while he drew small circles into my lower back.

"Tonight though right now, you're breaking that promise. You don't have to give me every single detail but just don't go walking in front of a monster because you don't know what else to do. You know that you can talk to your boyfriend right?" He said questioning me towards the end.

I only shook my head in response Dean took that as his sign to continue talking. "I just, I'm fearing that you're starting to drift away, and honestly Y/n. Honest;y Y/n I don't think I would know what to do without you." Dean said.

This is different, new, and odd. This Dean is someone who only comes out when the world is ending or the tears are about to be shed for the umpteen amount of time. This Dean, this is the Dean I fell in love with. "So make me this promise now, stay with me," Dean asked.

"Stay with you?" I asked, "Of course stay with you, I guess I just have to learn to be able to ask for help, right Dean." I said hugging him from the awkward position we had fallen into when he pulled me away from the back door.

"No more running, no more fighting alone. We do everything together now." Dean said, cupping my slightly tears stained cheek." Bumping our foreheads together in a sign of good faith you could say. I hummed and returned the favor.

Moments like this the calm, and the quiet. These were those times where I felt at home. I've realized with this job, hunting home isn't a place with four walls and a roof over your head it's about the people in your life. Make a home with the people who care about you. Make a home with the people you would fight anything to hurt, Make home able to be anywhere.

And when you can do that finally you can make home turn into love, and love into strength. Having all three makes you happier I'd like to think in the long run of things. So just "stay with me" that's all I'm asking of you, the rest we can do together.

Completed on: 05/06/2021

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We found each other- Part 6: Forgiveness Please

*Credit to jensenandtheboys *

Pov: Dean

Chapter Summary: The start and end of the apocalypse have come, leaving Dean alone. So he runs back to Y/n praying and hoping that she'll take him.

Pairings: Dean W. x Reader, Reader x Platonic!Sammy. Castiel mentioned.

Chapter Tags: Tears, crying, death, forgiveness, a little it of drinking, alcoholism, holding, touching, end of summertime, the start of fall, Implied smut

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Word Count: 2k

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The drive to Detroit was long and mostly quiet. A drive to ultimate death that all this drive was. Fighting the bad and hunting the monsters, all of it for Sammy to end up in a box so far in Hell that not even Cass can reach it.

And now Sammy is gone, and I'm here chasing after him. "The only thing you'll see out there Dean is Death. Nothing but your brother dying at the hands of Micheal." Cass says. I can't tell if he's pleading with me to not go, but Sam has always been my responsibility.

He's my little brother after all, and if he's going to be killed by the hands of an archangel. Then he might as well not die alone. Sammy should know that I kept fighting for him, no matter what. That's what the Winchester do right?

"I know that Cass, but I'm not leaving him to die alone," I say before getting into Baby, slamming her door shut, and revving the engine. I don't know where I'm driving, in reality, I know where I have to go I just don't want to go.

There's so much at stake here. Sam's life, the whole world, all the innocent people. What stumps me the most is that this isn't even about Sammy, or I. Or even the rest of the people on this cruel planet, it's simply about Micheal and Lucifer two brothers who just wanted daddy's attention so badly.

A game between boys.

When the sun rises high into the sky. It illuminates the cemetery sign, "The Battle of Stull Cemetary" That's where is ending, the battle of Sammy's life, the end of the world all come down to this cemetery.

Comically really, having two of your best children fight each other. The good boy who never disobeys you and the other one who went rogue, and ruined your plans. Sounds similar in so many ways, but making them fight for what reason.

I roll in, and just above the horizon, I can see Sam and Adam. They seem to be talking to each other walking around each other. A dance almost trying to see if the other can intimidate each other. It's the stupidest thing I've seen.

This whole plan of letting Sam say 'Yes' was stupid, but like I said to him he's a grown man and I can't forever be saying no to things just to keep him safe.

I roll down the gravel and dirt road, and from there I can't possibly tell you what happened. it's all a haze, bits and pieces, Cass throwing a Molotov at Adam.

Getting beat to a damn-up by Sam, I do remember vividly is watching my baby brother, and Adam falls through the ground. Falling into the deep pits of hell, somewhere where they'll be tortured for years. I remember my brother coming to the surface for such a brief moment, just enough to say a few words to me. "It's okay, I've got him."

If I'm being honest I wish I hadn't let him say yes, I wish a lot of things went differently. I wish I wasn't hurting as much as I am right now. I wish my brother was sitting next to me and we could sleep in some crappy motel. Put this whole apocalypse thing behind us, live our lives just another day, but that's taken from me.

And now I've to keep my promise to him keep the two promises for him. Go find Y/n live the life we were meant to live, and under no circumstances come looking for a way to get me out of hell.

I wish I could cry the tears I have for my brother, but nothing falls. Anger that's all I've got right now. Anger that this is the end game, the big plan of the century. This is ridiculous, my brother in a hole. My whole being is off, every fiber in my body wants to go get him, but I can't.

"Keep your promise Dean," I say to myself my reflection in the rearview mirror is pour you can see my age in my face, my worry that now that I'm alone nobody will need me. I can see my sadness written all over my face, the anger sits at the corners of my eyes, but most of all it's quiet.

The quietness is killing me. There's no more playing shit joke on Sam, or rocking out the music while it plays on full blast. There's no more anything for me... If I don't get my ass back to Tennesse.

He's right after all. Sam is always right through. I have to hope to god she'll take me back, I just need someone right now. Stepping on the gas, the engine revs to meet my demands as I kick it into gear and I drive from Lawernace to Tennesse.

The drive was long, an eight-hour drive that I cut in half nearly. Taking back roads, staying on highways. I just need to get back to her. She's everything I've got left, and if she doesn't.

"Nope Dean stop, just keep driving." I have to repeat to myself. My mind wanders as I think back to moments with Sam. All happy moments, singing in the car at the top of our lungs, him super gluing my hand to a beer bottle.

All the pranks we played on each other, and all the hunts we have done together, sometimes just sometimes I wish our lives were different. But even then who knows what we'd be like then, so all I can be is glad for the time I got with him. The years seem to sprawled all into one.

Sam said his first word, and it wasn't Daddy or Mommy, but De. Taking care of him was everything I was, and now I'm nothing without my baby brother, but that's life. The horrible cruel joke of life, the rest of my drive I play my rock music, needing the distraction from what has gone on today. I need something that will make me forget. I want to so desperately get a drink, but I don't.

It's dark one again by the time I make it to Y/n's home. Her car parked in the long driveway, and her porch light is on. I hadn't messaged her that I was coming, fearing rejection, fearing her soft voice saying that she'll never take me back. Her anger seeping into her every word telling me everything I already know about myself.

I shut my engine off, and in fear, I don't grab my bags from the back. I just take a breathe and hope for the best. I get out of Baby. Careful to shut the door, not wanting to make too much noise.

I climb the stairs, and memories come back. Painting her fence, or helping her making dinner, washing dishes with her. Everything depends on the next few moments.

Yet again breath is needed for me to continue my motions. I step up to her door, raising my hand to knock. But all my confidence is gone, and I want to run away from this so far, where nobody will find me. Where I can live my life out being a grumpy old man, who hunts wild bears.

My promise to Sam comes to mind. His voice bounces in my head. "Go find Y/n." Fine Sam, I'll man up, just for you. I raise my hand once more, and finally, follow through with my motion. My knock on her wood door is hard. Hard enough so that if she's watching one of her scary movies, or baking in the kitchen while dancing to her radio that sits in the kitchen, knocking again so she is sure to hear it.

I can imagine her pausing the movie, setting her popcorn bowl down in annoyance, or rolling her eyes, dusting off her hands from the flour, turning the radio down and she sways over to the front door.

I hear the lock click, and the hinges giving way for the door to open. I swallow, as I look down at her feet, they're covered with fluffy socks, and I'm slow to raise my gaze on her, but when I do she's staring at me.

She's wearing... She's wearing a flannel I left behind, with black yoga pants underneath. everything comes to a pause, finding it hard to match her gaze, I push myself to do so anyway. She looks at me with surprise, but I cut her off before she can say anything.

"He's gone."

Y/ns head turns, eyebrows furrowed. She's reading my face, and I'm starting to shed my layers, the sadness is coming to head. My eyes become blurry. "Do you mean?" She says, gosh her voice feels so good to my ears. I shake my head, and she wraps me in a huge hug.

For being a foot shorter than me, her hugs are meaningful, and so much stronger than mine. We embrace for what seems like a century. "Come inside Dean." She says we leave our embrace, and she takes my hand in hers. Her skin still soft and supple under my callused, and rough touch. She guides me towards her couch, I notice the smell of pie in the house. So, I was right about her cooking.

She sits down and pats the seat next to her. "We can just sit for now Dean. Cry if you need, tell me the story if you want, I won't pressure you." She says I sit, and the tears finally come. I can feel my body being pulled, somehow my head lands in her lap, her hands combing through my hair.

I promise myself as we sit down on the couch that I'll tell her about why I left tomorrow, but for now, I just need her to hold me. Hold me and let me know that I'm not utterly alone.

It's like she read my mind because she breaks the silence. "Stay here with me Dean. I've got you, we can stay here for the next week if that's what you think you need." She says, bending a little to leave a short very needed kiss on my forehead.

I feel like a child again, my mom telling me that angels are watching over me, and she kisses my forehead telling me that it's okay. I feel safe, as safe as I'll let myself feel.

After hours of crying, when I get up from her lap, she's still awake. We stare at each other, the tension is thick, thick enough to cut with a knife. Her hand is resting on my thigh, her eyes dance to my lips, and mine do the same. I left her, but that's because... well that's because I love her.

Maybe I should show her how much I love her. I wonder if it will change her further choices about me?

I lean in, our foreheads touching now, and she leans in the rest of the way. Our lips touch lightly, her lavender, and the rose scent fills my mind, and our lips blend together smoothly.

Everything is soft between us. Clothes come off slowly and she drags herself against me, I'm gentle with her figure. This was always bound to happen. Pounding, moans, groans, and high screams bounce off the walls. The couch slides on her hardwood floors, but I can't seemed to be bothered by the sound.

Before I know it the sun has raised again, and I'm so sleepy, but there she is. Y/n laying naked on my chest, and a throw blanket covering our exposed figures. The sun is just above the sky line, giving a sun-kissed look on her skin. Shes glowing, and it isn't from the breath taking sex we had, it's simply because of how beautiful she truly is. Her breathing is shallow, but her fingers are grasping my shoulders, and her weight is welcomed on my body. Bodies pressed together, and somehow I feel at home.

I let myself fall asleep, holding Y/n tightly.

We Found Each Other Part 7

Completed on: 07/04/2021

Posted on: 07/10/2021

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