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Fight For You | Part 1

Summary: Your whole adult life you’ve dated mixed martial arts fighters, it comes naturally with working and living in and around the fighting circuits. After a fallout with your now ex-boyfriend you find a new place to start a new life where you find someone who is willing to fight for you as much as you are for him. Will you be able to build something beautiful or will your past come back to haunt you? [fighting] [asshole ex]

Word Count: 13k

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|Masterlist In Bio|

Moving to a new town in a new state is a fresh start for you. After a rough year dealing with an asshole boyfriend, leaving said boyfriend and losing your job, you have to find a new place in life. The world is a clean slate for you and Red Lake is where you’re ready to put down some roots and start over. Your best friend Jodi and her wife live there and they’re the closest thing to a real family you have left so choosing Red Lake was a no brainer.

"So, how's the apartment?" Jodi asks as she unlocks the back door of the gym where she works. Her wife Harlow is the owner and a former female MMA fighter. "It's not too shitty I hope."

"Oh I didn't get the apartment. I got the house on Garden Plaza. The one Harlow said her friend was renting out."

"Oh yeah! Fuck, I totally forgot." Jodi holds the door open for you and you wander into the back storage room. It's full of old mats and various pieces of equipment in need of repair. "When does the truck arrive with your stuff?"

"This week. The drivers said tomorrow but I'm not counting on it."

Jodi pushes open the door to the main hallway to the gym floor and nearly smacks into someone. "Holy shit!" She leans on the door and you step forward to see who she hit or just got scared by.

"Are you okay?" A voice says from beyond the door and a head pops out. "Sorry Jodi."

"God! Why are you here so early!" Jodi asks, ushering you out into the hall. She closes the door and you see a guy in a fitted black shirt and a pair of grey sweats standing behind the door. He's oddly familiar.

"Harlow asked me to come in and...wipe down the mats." The guy stares at you and you stare back. You know him. Those chocolate curls, soft eyes, and sharp jawline are unmistakably familiar. You just can't put your finger on it.

Jodi waves her hand in front of his face. "Shawn? Earth to Shawnie boy!"

Shawn Pierce. Shit, yeah it's coming back to you. Tate trained with him about a year ago when he was trying to get into the western region MMA championship circuit. You were never properly introduced but you did talk a few times. Tate didn't bring you by the gym a lot, he claimed you distracted him.

"You're Tate Greyson's girlfriend right?"

"Ex." Jodi snorts and you shove her shoulder. Shawn raises his eyebrows.

"I was, yes. We're not together anymore." You chuckle and shake your head. "Not that we were ever that together in the first place."

Shawn narrows his eyes at you and you shift uncomfortably. "Did he hit you?"

"What?" Your eyes go wide.

"The bruise on your collarbone."

Jodi leans in and pulls your shirt aside a little bit. "Oh shit, what happened?"

Suddenly you remember the bruise in question. You had fallen off the step ladder in your apartment back home while taking down your plant hangers. "I fell while packing up my apartment." You pull your shirt back to show Jodi more of the yellowing bruise. "I swear Tate never hit me. It's been months since I've seen him."

"Oh thank God." Jodi sighs and pulls out her keys. "I'd kill him myself if he touched you."

Shawn steps back and rubs his neck awkwardly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed anything."

You lean against the wall as Jodi walks up the stairs to her office door. "No, it's fine. Tate is a bit of a loose cannon, but he never hit me."

"Yeah, he was a tough one." Shawn folds his arms, stretching the tee across his chest and you can't help but stare. He shakes his head. "He never did like to listen, always just wanted to swing hard and fast, no finesse."

"Should have seen him in bed. Same tactic."

Shawn's eyes widen and you realize you didn't really need to tell him that. You flush and he just laughs. "Man he must have pissed you off if you're out here dragging him like this."

"Yeah he did." You roll your eyes at the thought of Tate. Everything he did pissed you off. Silence falls between the two of you and you push off the wall. "I'll see you around?"

"I'm here just about every day." He puts his hand out for you awkwardly and you take it, giving an oddly formal shake. "Are you going to be here a lot?"

"Dunno. I got a job at Dixie's down the street but I work nights. So I might come around a bit."

Shawn drops your hand and runs his hand over his hair. "A waitress?"

"Bartender." You smirk and he grins. "You can stop by, I make a good gin and tonic. I'm allowed discounts for family and friends."

"I'm a friend then, eh?"

"Oh I'm sure you'll be a friend." You look him over and bite your lip. "Maybe more."

Shawn grins and you can't miss the pink that spreads across his cheeks. "You're bold. I like that." He steps back and turns to go out to the main floor. "I should get back to those mats now."

"Mmmhmm." You wave him off. "See ya."

Jodi clicks her tongue and you steps out of her office. "You are so predictable." She says from the top of the stairs.

You jog up to meet her and give her a look. "What? Because I think he's hot?"

"No, because he's a fighter." Jodi rolls her eyes and sinks into her chair as you follow her into the large room. "You only date fighters."

"Says the woman who married one!"

"Hey, I don't count. Harlow is the only fighter I ever dated and I didn't even know she was a fighter when we started going out."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. So I got a type. Whoopty do."

"At least Shawn's a good one."

"You saying I have poor taste?"

Jodi picks up a few large envelopes and stares at you over them. "You're joking right? Tate? Remember that hot garbage of a few months ago?"

"Yeah but Chase before him wasn't garbage."

"Chase was a two month fling while you worked the circuit with me. Was he ever anything?"

You flop down onto the couch under the window that overlooks the gym. "I guess not. So what, Shawn's a fighter and I like fighters. Maybe he'll be a keeper."

"Ex fighter."

"Hmm?"

"Shawn's an ex fighter." Jodi types aways at her computer and you wait for her to continue. "He doesn't fight anymore. What?"

"He doesn't? Why? He looked healthy."

"Personal choice. Harlow has been trying to book him on the circuit for years. He keeps in shape and trains other fighters for Harlow but he's not getting in that ring for anything. It's a shame, he was a two time champion."

You look out the window to where Shawn is running along the mats on the far side of the gym with a towel. You wonder what made him stop competing. A guy like him could take out anyone his weight. No doubt. You'd seen him spare with Tate once when he trained with him. Shawn has the skill, what would drive him to waste it?

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Dixie's is a hole in the wall kind of place. Definitely a local spot and everyone in town goes there. It's a bar and restaurant that serves your classic American staples, burgers, fries, steak and sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but the food is good and homemade. The day time crowd at Dixie's is mostly families, regular customers on their lunch breaks or afternoon meetups, occasionally a truck driver or two since it's on the edge of the town. The night time crowd at Dixie's is much different, very adult orientated. They didn't let kids in after eight since that's when most of the drunks and party goers start showing up. Most people know to avoid Dixie's for a late dinner lest you be caught up in a fight or have to listen to some guy babble on about the good ole days for four hours.

You work the night shift at the bar. You don't mind, you tended places much worse. Hell, you lived in Vegas for a year after graduation and that's where you learned to bartend. When you're raised in hell, the rest of the world doesn't seem so bad.

"Hey! You made it!" Carrie says from the door to the kitchen. "I was worried you wouldn't come back after last week."

"What? Greg? Please, I've dealt with a lot worse then having a drink thrown at me and being called a raging bitch." You place your purse under the counter behind the bar in a little safe. Carrie didn't fuck around when it came to safety and personal belongings in her bar.

"Oh thank God. Greg is an asshole but if you made it through the night with him I think you'll be alright."

"I worked in Vegas, Carrie." You grab your apron off the wall beside her. "I've seen shit. Greg, ain't shit."

Carrie looks incredibly relieved. "I've had four bartenders walk out because of him."

"Yeah, well, they weren't me." You wave to one of the waitresses, Sammy, coming in for her shift. The two of you hit it off really well last week so you're excited to work with her tonight."Besides, I'd like to stick around."

Carrie pushes open the kitchen door and you follow her in. "Oh yeah? Find a love interest?"

"I don't think I'd call him that yet. But I'm definitely interested." You grab a few plates off the warming table to help Carrie serve them. "We've met before."

"Oh wow, coincidence huh? You just moved here right?"

"Yeah. It's so weird, but he's a fighter who trained with my ex boyfriend a year ago. I guess I'm bound to meet people from the same circuit."

Carrie chuckles and leads the way with her arms full of plates. "You like those fighters huh? We got a lot of those type around here."

"I do." You fall silent as you help Carrie serve the large group of middle aged people at the front of the seating area. As soon as you're done Carrie walks with you to the bar.

"Anyway, those fighters are always coming in here. I don't mind the business of course, they eat a lot. But some of them also drink alot and bar fights between fighters is a nightmare."

"Don't worry, I can handle them." You wipe out some glasses on the drying station and Carrie starts going through the liquor stock to see what she needs to bring out of the back for the night. "I swear, I'm sticking around."

Carrie pauses and looks over at you. "You seem pretty set on it."

"Yeah, I am. Things are good here. I have my own place, I'm near my best friend, there's a hot fighter who I wanna get to know. It's good. A fresh start."

"I'm happy for you dear." Her hand comes down on your shoulder and you look over at her. She's smiling, her big round glasses sitting too low on her nose. She blows a stray curl out of her face and pats your shoulder a few times. "You're a good kid."

"I try to be." You chuckle. "Anyway, looks like it's kicking off early tonight." You point at a group of guys who have just walked in, some fighters by the looks of them. Out of circuit fighters, the kind who drink too much and let their bodies get weakened by alcohol. You scoff to yourself. Frat boys with too many muscles and big dreams but no dedication. A bunch of Tate Greysons'. It's gonna be a long night.

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"Pierce! Focus!" Harlow yells from the office doorway at the top of the stairs. Shawn is standing in the ring with his client for the day but he keeps looking over at you where you're talking to Jodi near the bathrooms.

You look over and bite your lip, knowing you got him in trouble. "Anyways, as I was saying," you turn back to Jodi and she's grinning. "What?"

"Harlow is gonna kick his ass if he doesn't stop gawking at you." She looks up at her wife through the window and she's pacing the office, watching Shawn like a hawk. "You're quite a distraction."

"I don't mean to be. I'm just standing here for fucks sake." You gesture to your jeans and plain tee shirt. "I'm not even dressed up!"

Jodi laughs. "Shawn's just soft, he's got your attention and he doesn't want to lose it. I don't know the last time he had a girlfriend."

"Really?" You look back. "A guy like him has been single for-" Shawn gets clocked in the head. "Oh shit."

Jodi sighs. "Moron."

You jog over to the ring and hold onto the cage, staring at Shawn on the ground. "Are you okay?!"

"Dude, you went down like a sack of bricks." The other fighter says, kneeling on one knee beside Shawn. "Dude?"

"Is he knocked out?" You ask, walking along the ring to climb the stairs at the open entryway. "Shawn?"

"I haven't been hit that hard in years." Shawn groans, eyes closed. "Good left hook, Connor."

"Thanks, but for real are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Shawn sits up and holds his head. "Y'know no matter how many fights you're in, and how much training you do, getting hit hurts worse when you're not expecting it."

"Getting hit hurts in general." You laugh and help him up on his feet. "And you would have expected it if you weren't staring at me."

Connor snickers.

"I was not staring." Shawn stretches his arms and shakes off the hit.

"Yeah? Why'd you get hit then?"

"We're sparing."

"Uh huh." You look to Connor. "Did he seem distracted?"

"Very."

"Mmm thought so." You turn and walk out of the cage with a glance back with a small smile.

Shawn calls out to you as you cross the gym floor. "Wait, what's that supposed to mean?!"

"Stop staring at me and actually talk to me is what it means!" You laugh and meet up with Jodi outside the office. "God he's ridiculous."

"He hasn't asked you out yet?"

"No! It's been a week since we met. He just stares at me when I'm here and occasionally says no more than four words to me." You glance over and Shawn and Connor have changed positions so Shawn is with his back to you. "I think he's shy."

"Shawn? Nah. He's sweet, always has been. I think he's just cautious because he knows you just got out of a relationship, and one with a former trainee of his too. I'd be cautious."

"Well light a fire under his ass for me will you?"

Jodi gives you a thumbs up. "I'll get right on that boss. Matchmaker Jodi Price is on the case!"

"Oh shut up. Just talk to him?"

"I will." Jodi grabs her keys from Harlow as she steps out of the office. "We'll be back later honey."

"I'll pick up dinner." Harlow looks out at Connor and Shawn. "If I'm late it's because I've got two man-children to deal with."

"Easy on him. He's got feelings for our girl here."

Harlow rolls her eyes. "I don't pay him to have feelings."

"You're such a hardass, Harlow." You laugh and she smirks. "I promise I'll try not to stop in too much when he's training Connor."

"Yeah yeah." Harlow waves you off. "Get out of here, go have fun."

"Picking up furniture at Ikea isn't fun." Jodi says in annoyance.

"Mmhmm. Sure its not. Bye bye." Harlow walks toward the window to the gym floor and you wave goodbye.

"Come on." You put your arm around Jodi's shoulders. "Let's go build some skeptical furniture and relive the good ole days."

Jodi laughs. "Yeah, the good ole days of duct taped chair legs and book balanced tables. God I hope these Ikea things will be better than our crap back then."

"I'm sure it'll be fine."

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Building furniture is a nightmare. You and Jodi spend an hour putting together a dresser that you end up abandoning in favor of Chinese take out and a rerun of Chopped you hadn't seen before while sitting on the boxes for your nightstand and kitchen cart. You still have both of those items plus your bed frame to build. You'll get to it eventually.

Eventually leads to three days later and you still have the boxes propped against the wall of your living room where you and Jodi abandoned them after dinner. Every day you walk past them and think, maybe that day, but then you keep going. It's not until today, Friday, your day off, that you might actually get them built.

"Hey, what're you doing tonight?" Shawn asks as he steps down out of the cage. You've been watching him spar with one of the other trainers for an hour now after stopping by to help Jodi read over some paperwork for the gyms lease.

"Me?"

He grins. "Yeah, you."

"Building furniture for my house."

He chuckles and sinks into the chair next to you, observing two fighters now sparing on the mats nearby. "Sounds like a wild time."

"Oh it will be. I'll probably decide to get drunk halfway through and just say fuck it again." You laugh to yourself. "Drunk lonely furniture building on a Friday night. I've reached my peak at age twenty four."

"Need some help?" Shawn looks over and you raise your eyebrows. He is really making a move. Finally.

"You sure you don't have some floors to clean or something?" You ask, referencing the last time he tried to get out of your attempt to instigate a date. He is a weird one, definitely interested but hesitant for some reason. You get what Jodi said, about him being cautious because of your past with Tate but it's been almost five months. You're ready to move the fuck on. You gotta make it clear to this man you're ready.

Shawn smiles and looks away. "Okay, fair enough. Just call me out why don't you?"

"Yeah? You realize you've been dragging this out?"

"Yeah yeah. So can I come over?"

You grin and cross your arms. "I guess. What do you drink?"

"Tequila?" He says with a smirk as he starts unwrapping his hands.

"I'm not buying tequila. I don't know about you but tequila fucks me up and I will make some bad decisions."

"Me too, maybe we should go for it then."

"Absolutely not." You reach over and grab Shawn's hand as he picks at a piece of the fabric that's tucked too tightly under another. "How about we just start with some hard lemonade or something?"

Shawn smiles and closes his big hand over yours. "It's a date then?"

"Is it a date?"

"Could be."

"Let's just call it hanging out for now." You place the coiled up wad of wrapping fabric in Shawn's hand. "Now, I'm going to get lunch at Dixie's. You want something?"

"Nah, I brought lunch." Shawn looks over at the sitting area where Harlow has set up a refrigerator, a stand with a microwave and a few little tables with chairs. "Leftover chicken and rice."

You stand and Shawn stands with you. He flexes his hand a few times to work out the stiffness of it being bound too tight in the wrapping. You head for the office stairs to see if the ladies want lunch too. "I'll let you know when I'm heading home so you can follow me."

"Works for me."

"Oh, and don't wrap your hand so tight next time." You point at his hand. "You should know better."

Shawn grins sheepishly. "Maybe someone else should wrap it for me?"

"Maybe." You smile and he just grins.

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"Hey Jodi have you seen- oh." Shawn leans against the door as he looks between you and Jodi on the couch in the office. It's almost seven and you had completely lost track of time.

"Yeah?"

"Whatcha doing?"

Jodi holds her half wrapped hand up to show Shawn. "Teaching her to wrap."

Shawn smirks. "Your ex never taught you?"

"Tate didn't like having me around too much when he was fighting. He said I distracted him. So I didn't get to wrap his hands but once or twice."

"What a dick. Well I'm done cleaning up for the day, are you ready to go?"

Jodi raises her eyebrows. "Y'all have a date? And you didn't tell me?"

"It's not a date." You roll your eyes. "He's just going to help me with the furniture."

"So he's gonna be at your house with you alone?"

"Yes." You stand and Jodi unwinds her hand. "Now don't say another word missy." Jodi just snickers and you grab your purse. "Let's go Shawn."

An hour into furniture building and you're sure you're going to combust. Shawn is so big and thick, and close. He's in a pair of tight black jeans and a black tank top, having forgone his shirt almost as soon as you started working. He is just...he's too much. You thought Tate was big, you thought Tate was ripped and he was but not like Shawn. The way Shawn is built and the way he moves so fluidly is just...it's enough to stop your heart.

"Hey, hello?" He waves his hand in your face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah?"

Shawn chuckles and leans back on his forearms. "What'd I say?"

"Hello?"

"Nope. I asked you if you wanted to get dinner."

"Oh." You push your hair back out of your face and look up at the clock over your kitchen table. "It's almost eight. Shit."

"So? Do you work tomorrow?"

"Yeah in the evening, but I didn't mean to keep you this late."

"It's not late?" Shawn laughs. "It's no big deal. I'm off tomorrow. I'll order something and we'll keep putting together this bed frame, sleeping on a mattress on the floor is bad for your back."

"Mmmhmm. Sure you don't just want to stay late to get me on this bed after we put it together?"

Shawn sits up, leans forward onto his hands and knees, face close to yours as he pushes himself up off the floor. "Oh I'll be much more upfront when I wanna do that." He pulls out his phone and you flush hot. "What sounds good? Pizza? Wings? Chinese?"

"Don't you need to eat healthy?"

"I do." He smiles over at you. "It's alright to indulge now and then."

"Oh."

"None of this is going away because I eat some pizza now and then." He gestures up and down himself. "I know that sounds incredibly pretentious but I worked hard for this strength. I'm having pizza." He puts the phone up to his ear and walks around the room aimlessly as it rings.

"Tate never wanted to get dinner. He said it'd ruin his diet." You stand and look around at the scattered pieces of the bed frame and your stomach rumbles loudly.

"Yeah because he was an idiot." Shawn says softly before answering the phone and placing an order for a medium taco pizza.

You raise your eyebrows and he grins. How did he happen to know your favorite pizza? There was no way he could have known or guessed. Taco pizza was not an every day order.

"Thank you bye." He pockets his phone. "Anyway Tate was obsessed with his eating habits. I remember sitting him down and explaining that he actually needs to eat real food and not protein shakes and supplements for every meal. He didn't ever listen though."

"Yeah he was an idiot, okay, but how did you know I like taco pizza?"

"Wild guess."

"Uh uh. Who told you?"

Shawn holds his hands up. "Honest to God, you want the truth?"

"Yeah. Who was it?"

"No one. Seriously, it was a wild guess. I like taco pizza and I noticed you have little taco magnets on the fridge and a taco pillow on your couch so I figured maybe you like them too. Seriously, it was a shot in the dark."

You stare at him slack jawed. He had been in your house for an hour and he noticed your taco magnets? That was...just so...weird? What else did he notice? You look around your room suddenly very self conscious of everything you have sitting on the dresser and nightstand. "I...I don't know what to say about that."

"About what?"

"About how observant you are."

"Oh. Should I not be?"

"N-no, I mean, it's fine? I've just never had someone pay attention to my stuff I guess."

Shawn chuckles and gets down on his knees to start taking the rest of the bed frame pieces from the box. You definitely don't miss how his ass is perfectly accentuated by the dip of his jeans. "Well, I like your place, it's interesting and cozy. Sorry if that's weird, I don't mean it to be."

"It's fine." You get down next to him, eyes still on his butt and he hands you a bag of screws. "It's just different. You're different." He leans forward to grab a bar from the frame and the way his back curves makes you want to grab his ass so bad. It's perfectly round and you just want to feel it so badly.

He glances over with a smile as he sits back on his knees. "Is that good?"

"W-what?" You feel a flush on your cheeks. Was he talking about your staring? Was he good? Because yes, a thousand times yes he was.

"Is it good that I'm different?"

"Oh! Yeah, very good." You smile and look down with a chuckle as you dump the bag of screws into a little Tupperware bowl he hands you that you've been using for small parts so nothing gets lost. "I like different."

"Me too." He grins and you meet his eyes. "Let's get this bed together so we can relax when the pizza gets here."

"Sounds like a plan."

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"Busy night?"

You look up from the back of the bar and see Shawn sitting a few seats down from you. He's smiling, hair pushed back looking like a damn angel in his white tee. The bar has been crowded for two hours now, a huge bachelor party of some sort taking up most of the space in the building. You and Sammy have been working double time to get food and drinks out as quick as possible. Big parties of guys meant big tips, keep them happy, keep that tip growing.

"Yeah." You glance over to the loud crowd nearby. "Bachelor party."

"I see. Must be fun?"

"For me or them?"

"Both?"

You chuckle and walk down to stand in front of him. "Is it fun making drinks? Yes. Is it fun watching a bunch of twenty some year olds get hammered while getting hit on by every one of them? Not so much."

Shawn waves off a drink offer as you gesture to the bar behind you. "I just came by to see how you were doing. You haven't been by the gym in a few days."

"Oh, you noticed." You lean back and smile. "I've been working doubles. Carrie has had a cold and I didn't want her to push herself. I'm a lot younger, I can't handle a few days of work."

Shawn cracks open a peanut from the bucket on the counter for customers. "You're a sweetheart." He grins and pops the peanut in his mouth. "Glad you're alright though."

"Did you think I was avoiding you?"

"Nah. Well, a little?" He chuckles and hangs his head. "Honestly I thought I fucked up the night we put together your bed."

You step forward and fold your arms on the counter in front of him. "I'd tell you if you fucked up. Trust me, you haven't done anything to put me off."

"Good. What do you say to lunch Wednesday?"

"I'd say I hope you like Dixie's pulled pork special because that's where I'll be."

"You work dayshift again?" He shakes his head.

"Yep. My last double."

"Okay, alright. I'll stop by?"

"I'd love it."

Shawn looks over at the party of guys getting loud again. "I'm gonna head out before that gets too wild. Stay safe honey."

"Bye Shawn." You roll your eyes at his ridiculous pet name and he waves as he heads out.

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"How's Connor doing?" You ask as you watch the young fighter spar with one of the other guys while Shawn is taking a break in the office.

"The kid is insane. He's fast, strong, smart too. He reminds me of myself when I was nineteen."

You look over and Shawn is tossing a stress ball up at the ceiling casually. "Connor is nineteen?"

"Yeah." He looks over with a grin. "Why? Thought he was cute?"

"Shawn! God, no. I'm just surprised Harlow took on a guy that young."

"I was too. I remember when Connor walked into this gym. He was a short little sixteen year old with no intention of doing anything but bulking up a bit."

"He didn't wanna be a fighter?"

"Nope." Shawn chuckles. "He came to take some HIIT classes and some CrossFit bullshit Harlow had let a trainer do for a few months. I think once he saw me and Mike in the ring he caught the bug."

You watch as Connor takes down his opponent, pinning him to the mat. Shawn's right, he is fast and strong for his size. His practice opponent is easily twenty pounds heavier than him and he is taking him down like it's nothing. "You think he's gonna make it to championship finals?"

"He going to make it to nationals if I have any say in it. He has what it takes, he's got the heart and soul of a fighter. You don't see that everyday. I've trained a lot of guys in the last few years and they just don't have what Connor has."

"Has any of your trainees made it to the championship circuit?"

"No. Not yet." Shawn looks over and you chuckle. "What? You think I'm not good at training?"

"Not that. I'm just laughing because your last trainee was Tate right?"

"Yeah."

"He definitely didn't have what it takes."

"He didn't. He couldn't listen, just wanted to do what he thought was right. You'd think when a two time western champion and two time national finalist takes the time to train you, you might try and give a fuck." Shawn sits up and squeezes the shit out of his stress ball. "Tate honest to God pissed me off like no other."

You raise your eyebrows and giggle. How funny it was that the two of you shared the same distaste for Tate. "He was something."

"No. He's nothing and he's never going to be until he gets his head out of his ass."

"Harsh."

"You think so? I'm sure you've thought the same thing."

You smirk. "I've definitely thought worse."

"And I'm harsh?"

"I haven't said it out loud." You scoff and lean back in Jodi's chair. "But someone should."

Shawn stands and walks over to the desk. He leans forward and smirks. "I'd tell that sorry piece of shit every single thing you wish you could say to him. I'd hand deliver it to him right in his smug fuckin jaw."

"Easy tiger." You run your hand up his arm, fingers curling against bicep and he drops his head. "No need for the violence. Fighting is an art not a brawl."

"You-"

"I'm using your own words against you?" You smirk and stand up, checking a message on your phone from Sammy about stopping by for tips from last night.

Shawn straightens up with a grin and shakes his head. "You remember me telling Tate that?"

"It's the first thing I ever heard you say to him."

"Tate is a dumbass for losing a woman like you, y'know?"

"Yeah." You walk around and past Shawn toward the door. "But if he wasn't, I wouldn't have ever found a man worth fighting for."

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Wednesday afternoon is a shit show. For some reason there are a couple day drinkers in at the bar and they won't stop bugging Sammy. She's covering a shift for one of the other waitresses, Megan, since it's her birthday and she's seriously regretting it. Day shift is supposed to be easy. The worst part being an occasional kid throwing food around. Poor girl.

"I just can't do it," Sammy hisses as she stands beside you at the end of the bar at the wash station. "That guy over there has been harassing me non stop. I've tried everything to get him to fuck off."

You take a look over at the end of the bar and you know exactly which guy it is. He's in his thirties, probably an insurance broker or real estate agent by the looks of his tailored suit and gray temples. He looks older than he should. There's a glass of whiskey in his hand that you served him about ten minutes ago. He's the one you were about to cut off and send packing anyways.

"Want me to make him leave?"

"Do you have a bouncer?" Sammy glances over your shoulder. "Because I don't think he's going to leave so easily."

"Well, how about we make him realize you're not into him?"

"By doing what?"

You smirk and set down your dirty glasses into the sink. "I can stage kiss you. I used to do it all the time with my friends back in Vegas." You look down at the guy. He'd definitely fall for it, he was too drunk to see straight. "We'll make a show of it."

"I don't know." Sammy twists her hands in her apron. "Maybe he'll just leave?"

"Sammy. He's not gonna leave if he thinks he has even an inkling of a chance." You pull Sammy down the bar closer to where the creep is sitting. "It's up to you. He's watching us right now."

"Okay, okay." She shakes her hands out and puts her hand on your shoulder, going up to your neck. You can see her glance over at the guy. "It's working he's watching intently."

"Good." You cup her cheek and bring your other hand up to here jaw and cover her mouth with the side or your palm as you pretend to kiss her. "Is he looking?"

"Mmhyeah."

You pull back and give Sammy a hug before going down the bar to the creep. "Do you need a refill on that?" You ask, pointing to his nearly empty glass. You weren't really going to give him a refill, he'd had more than enough.

"No." He grumbles and stands up. "I'm going home." He passes you his credit card and you settle his tab. "Thanks."

Sammy beams from her spot by the liquor shelves. "I can't believe that worked!"

"Almost every time." You walk over and hand her the ones the creep had left as a tip under his cup. "For you dear."

"Thanks." Sammy pockets the bills and smiles. "I wish I had you years ago."

"Well I'm here now." You ruffle her hair and she ducks away. "Do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"Keep an eye out for Shawn? He is supposed to be coming in for lunch."

"Ohhh." Sammy smirks. "You got a little crush on the big boy?"

"Obviously." You toss your bar rag over your shoulder and head for a lady who's just walked up at the end of the bar. "How couldn't I?"

"He's a good one!" Sammy laughs and heads off to check on her tables while you get back to bartending.

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Shawn never showed up for lunch. You can't say you weren't a little disappointed since you had made plans, but you understand that he may have gotten busy at the gym. Things happen. It isn't a big deal.

You stop by the gym the next day to help Jodi with registration for the fall championship circuit for the western region. She had to have all of the fighters from Harlow's registered and ready to go by Monday. It is a ton of paperwork and you know what to do, so you volunteer to help out before work.

"Can you go get Jack for me? I need to talk to him about getting me a copy of his physical."

"Yep." You push away from her desk and head out the door. The locker rooms are to the right of the main floor of the gym and you head there first.

"Dude, I saw her kissing Sammy."

You freeze and listen to the conversation you've walked up on. It's clearly Shawn.

"So? What's the big deal?" It's Connor.

"I thought she was into me. We've been flirting and stuff and then I walk into Dixie's for lunch and she's kissing the waitress! I thought she was into guys!"

Connor laughs and sighs. "I dunno dude."

"I can be into both." You say, stepping into view and getting a good look at Shawn in nothing but a towel. He's dripping wet and it's so hard to focus on the conversation at hand, you have to look away. "Maybe if you wanted to know what was going on, you should ask me?"

Connor's eyes go wide and he looks between the two of you before ducking his head and squeezing around Shawn to make himself scarce.

"I know you can like whoever you want...I just thought..."

"Shawn." You walk over to him and lay your hand on his chest. He's warm and damp and oh Lord when he shifts you can feel the muscle flex. "Relax. I pretended to kiss Sammy so a guy at the bar would stop harassing her."

"Oh."

"Is that why you didn't show up for lunch?"

"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck. "I walked in and saw that kiss and I didn't know what to think. I'm sorry, I should have asked you."

"It's fine. I probably would have been really confused too." You look him over and he smirks. "I swear I'm still very much into you."

"Yeah? Enough to go on a real date?"

"Mmm I think it's time we did. Any plans?"

Shawn grins. "I have a few. How's this Saturday night sound?"

"I'm off. What time?"

"Six? I'll pick you up. Wear something comfortable and not too fancy."

You raise your eyebrows and he just keeps smiling. "Alright. I'll see you then. In the meantime, have you seen Jack? We need a copy of his latest physical for the registration."

"He's probably out on the floor. If you didn't see him, check the backroom because he might be resting on the spare mats."

"In the storage area?"

"Yeah." He chuckles. "He likes to meditate and listen to his audio books back there to relax."

"Oh. Well thanks." You pat Shawn's chest and he traps your hand under his, curling his fingers around yours. "Yes?"

He bites his lip and shakes his head before releasing your hand. "Nothing. Go on."

"See you in a bit."

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"Do you still do photography?" Harlow asks you Friday day while you, her and Jodi sit in their living room while going over travel plans for the out of state fights in this year's competition.

"A little bit. I don't do anything professionally anymore."

"But you have your camera?"

"Yeah of course and my lenses. Why?"

Harlow grins. "If I hire you, will you do the photography for the website? I need pictures of all the guys for the brackets this year."

"Sure I can do that. I think I have a my backdrop stuff still as well."

"You'll probably get to photograph Shawn too." Jodi pipes up from where she's typing away at the laptop. "You could take a few just for yourself."

"Jodi!"

"What?"

Harlow groans and shoves her wife's shoulder. "I'm hiring her for a professional shoot, quit teasing her."

"Yeah yeah."

"What time do you want me to stop by? I'm free this weekend and next Thursday all day. Otherwise I work after six."

"Stop by whenever you want. I'm sure it'll take a few days to get all the fighters done and we have a few weeks before fights start. We'll start with Connor when you do get set up. He's my headliner. I'm banking on him hard so I want his photos to be really good."

"Yes ma'am."

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"So you're doing photos for Harlow?"

You look over at Shawn from the passenger side of his truck. He'd picked you up at a little after six and still wouldn't tell you where you're going. He did make you change into an old pair of jeans instead of the black skinnies you had on and promised you wouldn't regret it. You're almost convinced he's taking you mudding outside of town because you've been driving for twenty minutes and you're still not sure where the hell you are.

"Yeah, I'm doing photos for her? Why?"

"No reason, I was curious."

"You want me to take pictures of you too?"

"I'm not a fighter in the circuit."

"So?"

Shawn looks over and raises his eyebrows. "So why would you take pictures of me?"

"Because you're gorgeous." You look out the window away from him, heart racing at your admission. "I'd die to photograph you in action. You're a rarity, perfect from every angle. It'd be a treat."

"I had no idea you were so into photography. That's awesome." He bumps your leg and you look over. "I'd love to see what kind of photos you take at matches."

"I've taken some good ones. But like I said, I really want to photograph you."

He chuckles. "Sorry sweetheart. I'm retired." He turns the truck down a dirt road toward a big sign that says Pierce Ranch.

"You have a farm?"

"No, my uncle does."

"Why are we going to your uncle's farm?"

"Because I'm taking you horseback riding."

"What? You're serious?"

Shawn turns the truck into a long driveway in front of a big sprawling house. "Dead serious. My uncle is out of town for a few days and he said we could come out and spend some time out here."

You sit stunned in silence. Horseback riding as a first date. Who thought of that? It's so off the wall and incredibly romantic.

"Should we go back?"

You snap out of your thoughts and look over at Shawn as he kills the engine in front of a set of garages. He looks worried. "No, why?"

"You're really quiet. If you don't want to do this we can just go to dinner or something. I know it's kind of different and-"

"I want to go horseback riding."

"Oh." He smiles big and you can see the relief on his face. "Okay good. I'm really looking forward to having you meet my favorite horse."

You put your hand on the door to get out. "I can't wait."

An hour later and you're set up on a horse named Butters, his favorite, and you're strolling along side Shawn on a well worn path around some trees behind the barns. You were nervous at first, needing Shawn's help to stay on the horse but eventually you got the hang of it.

"So, you must really like horses then?" You giggle, looking over at Shawn during a lull in conversation.

"Yeah. I used to spend every summer here with my Uncle Carlos. I still come out here pretty often when I need to relax and get away from it all."

"Ahh, I can see why. It's nice." You bite your lip and glance over. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes?" He chuckles. "Usually that's how dates go."

"Why don't you fight anymore?"

Shawn is quiet. You know it's a sore subject, seeing as no one really wanted to get too in depth when they talked about Shawn's past. You're curious though. A man like him with his skills and experience could still be in the ring.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"No, I-I knew you'd ask eventually." He sighs and guides the horses to a clearing in the trees. He slides off and hitches his horse and then yours to a tree before helping you down.

"Seriously, you seem uncomfortable to talk about it. We don't have to."

Shawn stuffs his hands into his pockets as the two of you head for a bunch of rocks. There's a stream nearby and you can hear the water trickling along the rocks you're walking toward. This place is incredibly serene and you feel bad for bringing up such a tense subject when the date has been going so well.

"So, three years ago I won my second championship." Shawn drops down onto a large flat boulder. "But, the fight was so intense I almost killed my opponent. Now I know, fights get rough and tension runs high in the ring when there's a lot of money and a title at stake. It wasn't about that though. I kicked my opponent so hard he dropped, he just went down, lights out. It wasn't until after everything was said and done I found out he had serious brain trauma from the fight, particularly from my kick."

You sit down next to Shawn and grab his hand. He rubs his thumbs over your fingers gently before continuing.

"I found out he had a newborn baby. I accidentally almost killed this man and took him away from his child because of a sport. I had to stop after that. I couldn't do it anymore."

"Oh Shawn." You squeeze his hand and he looks at you. "You didn't kill him though. He's fine, he's alive and with his child. It is part of the risks you take as fighters."

"I know. I just couldn't deal with that sort of thing happening again. I've made my peace with it and with fighting."

"I understand." You scoot a little closer and he runs his free hand over his hair. "You're a great trainer. Maybe being a fighter isn't for you anymore, but your skills aren't wasted this way. Do you want to fight?"

"To be completely honest, yes. I want to fight every single day, I itch to compete and I think that's why I push Connor so hard. I'm living vicariously."

"Maybe you could do some small time stuff? Not such high stakes?"

"I can't." He shakes his head. "When I'm in the ring I don't stop, I fight hard until I'm out or I win. It's all or nothing."

"Oh."

"Yeah. But anyways, I'm happy training." He smiles, soft and small but genuine nonetheless. "I'm proud to be training a fighter like Connor."

"Good. That's what matters." You bite your lip and giggle to yourself. "I much rather see you like this then all beat up anyway."

"Oh yeah? Not into the black eye and busted lip look?"

"Not on you." You reach out and tenderly turn his face to you. "You're too gorgeous to see damaged."

"I'm gorgeous?" Shawn smirks and runs his hand over your hair. "I think you're mistaken. You're the gorgeous one here." He cradles your face in his hand and just stares at you lovingly.

"No, definitely not." There's a moment where you're both staring at each other's lips and you both know that you want to make a move but it's too soon. Or is it?

Shawn's hand slides away from your face and he stands, offering to help you up. "Let's go back. I've got stuff to make dinner."

"You're making me dinner?"

He hauls you up against him. "Mmhmm. You can help if you'd like." He holds you steady by your hips. "How does spaghetti and meatballs sound?"

"Really good."

"Good." He puts his arm around your shoulders and starts walking back to the horses. "Because when we both have garlic breath the rest of the night won't matter."

You laugh and he just beams at you. "You're something else." You run your hand over his back and he leans his head on yours. "I like it, I like you."

"I like you too."

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Wednesday night comes around again quicker than ever and Dixie's is crawling with people. All the fighters from Harlow's have showed up to celebrate the announcement of the western circuit championship bracket. Shawn shows up a little after nine and you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. He smiles back and makes your heart beat faster. Things have been going incredibly well with him since the date at the ranch. You're falling hard and fast and you don't really want to stop.

"Hey darling," Shawn says over the loudness as he leans against an empty spot at the bar. "How's it going?"

"Packed! Harlow brought all the guys and their friends and families in! It's crazy."

"Good for business though."

"Very. Carrie is moving faster than I've ever seen her go. We've had to pull Dave from the kitchen twice to help me catch up with drinks. We're gonna need to restock." You laugh and point back at the bar. "My tips are racking up fast too."

Shawn looks you over in your required black tee and apron. It's nothing special, but you know it looks good on you and so does he. "You deserve every dollar you get tonight. You're working hard."

"I am. Can I get you something?"

"Just a diet coke is fine. I'm taking it easy in case anyone needs a ride home tonight."

You turn around and fill a glass from the soda guns attached to the counter. "Enjoy yourself, you got most of these guys to this competition after all."

Shawn raises his drink to that and smiles. "I'm going to go hang out with Connor and Jack. I'll check in later?"

"I'll be here."

Two hours later and you are pushing through the kitchen doors to find Carrie. There's a guy who's harassing you and he's way more wasted then he should be, you've only served him three drinks and they weren't that strong. You suspect he may be taking something along with his drinks and Carrie won't have that sort of activity in her establishment.

"We've got a problem." You state angrily, gripping the doorway to the walk in cooler. "It's that asshole who's been trying to get my number since he sat down."

"Yeah?" Carrie turns to look at you as she hauls out a box of burger patties for the cooks. "Is he tweaked out?"

"I think so. He just grabbed my chest when I leaned over to hand some drinks to a guy beside him."

Carrie is livid, her eyes look like she could kill a man with her bare hands and possible has before. "Oh he's gone, I'm gonna-"

A loud crash from beyond the kitchen stuns you both and not a second later Dave, the line prep cook, throws open the door to the backroom and says there's a fight in the front area. Carrie drops the box of burgers in the cooler and closes the door as she hightails it to the front with you on her heels.

The scene before you is not pretty and immediately you think that it's one of the fighters involved. You're right. It's a fighter. But not a current one. It's Shawn and he is standing in front of the bar squared up with the drunk grabby handed guy. There is an overturned table and chairs and you think Shawn's already knocked the asshole down once, or he stumbled into the table and fell.

"Shawn!" You try to yell over the crowd but it's way too loud.

Carrie pushes past you and shoves her tiny frame through the crowd. You decide to go around to get behind the bar and as soon as you do you see a mess of shattered glass and ice on the floor.

"Shawn!" You shout, hands cupped around your mouth. "Shawn stop!"

He isn't listening or he can't hear you. Either way he's swinging at the drunk guy again in defense and before anything can get worse, the cops show up. You watch as the crowd separates and drunk grabby hands gets cuffed while Shawn tries to talk to the cops. It's no use and you watch them walk Shawn out of the bar as well.

You lean on the counter with your back to the door as the two guys get escorted out. Great. You can't help but feel like this is your fault. Shawn must have seen the move grabby hands pulled and approached him. You run your hand over your hair and look to Carrie as she steps behind the bar.

"God damn fighters. This is such a mess!"

"Yeah it is." You chuckle dryly to yourself. "It sure is."

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You didn't think you'd ever be waiting in the lobby of a police station at three in the morning but here you are. Harlow was going to come with, in fact she was going to go alone and bail Shawn out but Jodi was absolutely trashed and you know she needed to take care of her over Shawn, so you said you would go. Besides, you wanted to talk with him one on one about the fight and why it happened.

You hear Shawn before you see him. He's coming down the hall behind the check in desk. "What do you mean my girlfriend came and-"

"Hey," you wave and he walks over to you quickly and hugs you tight.

"Thank God you're okay."

"Of course I'm okay. What would have happened to me?"

Shawn pulls you back and holds your face. "I couldn't find you after that guy put his hands on you. I was worried you left Dixie's or he did something."

"Shawn, he was wasted. What was he going to do to me? He could hardly stand."

"I don't know. I approached him after I saw what happened and he was talking all this shit like what he wanted to do to you. God it was disgusting, and then I didn't see you around and I panicked."

You cup his face and he has a bruise blossoming on his left jaw. "So your instinct was to fight him?"

"He came at me. I was just going to get some of the guys to help me escort him out but he started swinging as soon as I said he needed to go."

"Well it's done and over with now." You turn and head for the doors. "I'll take you to get your truck at the bar."

The ride to Dixie's is quiet. The dark streets are empty, illuminated only by the soft yellow street lights that have been there for far longer than they should be. Seriously the light is so dim it hardly lights up the road. You turn down the street you live on to take a shortcut to Dixie's and as you pass your house you glance at it instinctively.

You slam on the breaks just past your driveway. "What the fuck?" You put the car in park and squint at your darkened front door, or lack thereof. The door is open, gone by the looks of it.

"Don't get out of the car." Shawn warns, flipping the lock button. "Someone could still be in there. Call the cops and back up out of sight."

You fumble with your phone and put it up to your ear. You report the break in and your street name. As soon as you're done you reverse down the street until you're a few houses away.

Shawn reaches over and lays his hand on your shoulder. "Do you know anyone who might have done this?"

"No. I have no idea. I don't even have anything worth stealing!" You lean your head on the steering wheel. "I don't understand. Could this night get any worse?"

"Don't say that." Shawn rubs up and down your back. "It's not the end of the world. We'll find out what's going on."

"What if I had gone home from Dixie's? What if I didn't come pick you up?" You look at the darkened house. "What if I was there?"

"You weren't. That's what matters. Look," he points to a police car coming down the street. "Here comes the cops."

"Will you go in with me?"

"Of course. You think I'm gonna just stay in the car?" Shawn grabs your hand and kisses it gently. "Come on, let's go talk to the cops."

An hour later and you've filed a full report with Officer Jones. There was nothing stolen as far as you can see. The house is fine, completely in order except for your room. Your dresser had been torn through and your closet emptied out, bed sheets and blankets torn apart too. You have absolutely no idea what someone was looking for and Officer Jones kept asking if you were completely sure you didn't know who could have done this.

It's nearly five in the morning and you are exhausted. The sun is coming up and the sky outside is getting brighter by the minute. You need to sleep and you don't feel safe in your house with the door broken and your bedroom torn apart.

"Grab some clothes, I'm gonna take you to my place." Shawn says, walking around your mess of a bedroom. "We'll take care of the broken door frame and stuff later."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Come on. I know we're both exhausted so I'll drive and we'll pick up my truck tomorrow. We need to rest, it's been a long night."

You grab a tote bag from your closet and throw a few shirts and jeans in it with some underwear. "I could stay with Jodi."

"I really would feel better if you stayed with me." Shawn takes the bag from you as you grab a pair of shoes and socks by the dresser. "Are you okay with it?"

"Of course Shawn." You join him by the door and lay your hand on his shoulder. "I trust you. We'll go to your place. If you want to take that stuff to the car I'm going to grab my camera gear. I told Harlow I'd start doing photos tomo- today." You sigh. "Well, I'll try and get everything set up after we get a few hours of sleep."

"I'm sure she'll understand." He rubs your back and you lean your head on his shoulder. You're absolutely at your limit, body ready to collapse on the next available soft surface. "I'll be in the car. Don't take too long."

"I won't."

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When you wake up you have no idea what time it is. Shawn's room is bright and you look around for some hint that he is there. He had insisted you take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch. His bed smells so good, like fresh laundry and his cologne. Warm and spicy, it is absolutely perfect. You reach for your phone on the nightstand and see it's just after noon. There are three missed texts.

Harlow: are you coming by to do the shoot today?

Shawn: I'll be at the gym, take it easy and help yourself to the fridge.

Harlow: nvm please rest I talked to Shawn

You close your eyes and flop back onto the pillows. You promised Harlow you'd be by to take some photos, at least some of the ones for the gym website. You turn over and curl up with Shawn's spare pillow, pressing your face into while opening Shawn's text to reply.

You: is Harlow mad I didn't make it?

Shawn: no. I explained the situation and she's more worried about you than anything

You: tell her I can still make it in to set up at least

Shawn: okay. If u are coming by bring me an extra shirt? I forgot to bring one for post workout.

You: okay no prob.

You glance over at his dresser and then back to the window opposite you that over looks the tree line behind his house. It looks like a nice day, it'd be a shame to waste it but you aren't feeling like going out. You just want to stay curled up in his bed forever. Yesterday was so draining with everything that happened and you don't know how much you can handle without snapping at someone. Rest had definitely helped but you still feel uneasy about the break in. It just seemed so targeted like Officer Jones said, but you can't imagine what someone would want from you.

Eventually you get up and make your way down stairs to the kitchen. Shawn's place is beautiful, it truly is. It's very much like a modern cabin and you're not surprised since it's just outside of town in the woods. He's got a few neighbors but it's not like a usual neighborhood setting.

You grab a protein bar from what you assume was once a fruit basket. It looks good enough and you grab your purse from the living room, stuffing one of Shawn's tees into it before you head out. You pause, looking down at the white shirt hanging out of your purse. You go back into the bedroom and take a blue shirt from Shawn's dresser before stripping off your top and pulling the white tee on over your head. It's a little big but it fits well enough and you smile to yourself in his mirror. You grab your purse and head for the front door.

The drive into town is quiet, a little long, but it's nice. It's one long road that winds around the woods in a circle and then turns out on to Main St that you take all the way into town. It's basically a cul-de-sac but in the woods. The whole time you wonder if you should stop by the house and check on it, or if you should call Officer Jones and see if they have anything to go off of. You're really banking on one of your neighbor's having a security camera or something that spotted the intruder. Though your street is so dark at night it's hard to see anything anywhere.

You turn into the lot behind Harlow's and park beside Jodi's Jeep. You unload your backdrops and stands, carrying everything in the back door. You're met with Connor whos grabbing some tape for a mat from the storage room and he offers to help.

"Look who I found," Connor announces as you walk out onto the gym floor with all your stuff in hand.

Shawn walks over from boxing with a stand up bag. "Hey darling," he takes your camera bag and stand case. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yes." You smile softly. "Your bed is very comfortable."

"I'm glad." He rests his hand on your lower back. "Is this my shirt?"

"Maybe."

He grins and kisses your cheek. "It's all yours now. Looks good on you anyway. Any word from Officer Jones?"

"Not yet. I'm sure he'll call tonight or tomorrow."

"You can stay at my place as long as you need to."

You stand up on your toes a bit and kiss his cheek. "Thank you."

"Alright love birds break it up." Jodi says loudly, clapping at the two of you. "Before you start getting set up I wanna talk to you about what happened, I need to know who I'm going to skin alive."

"We don't know anything yet Jodi." Shawn says with an eye roll. "I told you that."

Jodi snorts. "I'm still going to kick someone's ass."

"I promise I'll let you know who to hunt when we hear back from the police." You say softly and Shawn gives you another kiss on the head before heading back over to the cage with Connor. Jodi puts her arm around you and the two of you head to the backroom that isn't full of old equipment to set up your camera.

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Photos go well, you manage to get all the guys done in a few hours. You'll go home later and look them over to decide if you need to reshoot anything. But for now you are finished and starting to pack up.

"Hey, you forgot one."

You turn and look at Shawn standing in the doorway to the backroom where you're set up. "I did?"

"Yeah. Me." He grins and steps in, closing the door behind him. "I thought you couldn't wait to get photos of me."

"Well, I figured I could get them any time."

"Oh? You think I'll pose for you whenever you like?"

You smirk. "You might, but I want to take candids of you."

Shawn wraps his arms around you and you lean back into his chest. "Candids huh?" He noses against your ear, hand going over your stomach. "Like private candids of me in my bed, laid out on the sheets holding my-"

"Shawn!"

He chuckles deeply and you can feel your body get warm, heat pooling between your legs. "Is that not what you want?"

You turn around in his hold and run a hand over his hair. "I want so much more from you then a couple of photos."

"Yeah? Tell me what you want."

"Oh you know...all the good stuff."

"The good stuff?" He walks you back against the backdrop and you bring his head down, foreheads rolling together. "This kind of good stuff?" He asks lowly before he kisses you softly.

"I know why you came in here." You whisper between kisses, hands going up and down his back. "You're jealous."

He lets out a growl as he kisses along your jaw. "You think I'm jealous of my fighters?"

"Your fighters hmm?"

"Mmm. I'm partnered with Harlow." He pulls back to look down at you. "I own the gym with her. I thought you knew?"

"No, I had no idea. She seems so bossy and it's called Harlow's so..."

Shawn plays with the ends of your hair, twisting his finger around bits of it. "She already had the place, I just bought in with championship winnings to keep it open. She runs the business side with Jodi and I run the gym floor as you can tell."

"Wow. So Connor and the other guys in the circuit this season is a huge deal for you."

"Yeah. A win from one of them could mean we expand Harlow's, new equipment, more fighters. With four guys going this year we have a good chance, and with Connor, we have the odds in our favor, I think."

You grin and shake your head. "Our first kiss and here we are talking business. Y'know if you were anyone else I'd have left by now."

"But I'm not anyone else." He leans in and bumps his nose to yours. "I'm special huh?"

"Oh you're special alright."

Shawn gives you one more kiss before he laughs and pulls back. "Let me make it up to you. I told Connor I'd go to dinner with him at Dixie's to talk about his first fight and what to expect. We can go a little early and have some time to ourselves first. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like a date."

"Oh it's not necessarily a date, but it could be."

You smile and he just holds your hips looking down at you. "Come on, enough staring like weirdos. I'm hungry."

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Dixie's is packed when you arrive but you manage to get a table near the bar that's a small two seater. You see Carrie running around like a mad woman and two of the day time waitresses are running around behind her. The place is popular this time of year with fighters and their crews moving into town and nearby during the first part of the western circuit. That's what Carrie told you anyway during her briefing on what to expect and how she deals with the increased number of fights during this time of year.

"Is that Connor?" Shawn asks, pointing to a table behind you. "What's he doing here so- oh I see."

You turn and look over at where Shawn is pointing to a corner table where Connor is and leaning on the table in her work clothes is Sammy. You smirk, it's about time they talked. Sammy has been eyeing Connor for weeks but she's hesitant because he's a fighter and she knows what the lifestyle entails.

“They’re kids, leave 'em be.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sammy is a good girl. I’m not worried about it.”

“She is. She also knows what it’s like to live with fighters. She told me her brother was a fighter.” You shake your head. “I think she said he went north to try for the canadian championship but he didn't win and ended up settling down up there”

“I knew her brother Devin, we fought a few times.” Shawn smiles over his drink. “The guy was really good, he gave me a run for my money.”

“Oh yeah? Did he train at Harlow’s?”

“No, no it was way before then. When I was nineteen he was twenty one, we went a few rounds in my first championship entry. I didn’t win that year, I got too cocky and big headed. He was a tough dude though, if Sammy is anything like him she’ll keep Connor in his place.”

You chuckle. “Sammy is very shy, I’m not sure she’s like her brother at all.”

“The shy ones are the ones you gotta watch out for.” Shawn smirks and you roll your eyes.

"Anyways, you said I could stay at your place again?"

"Mmhmm." Shawn smiles and chews on his straw. "I definitely don't mind."

"Good. I'm nervous about going home until we find out more from the police. It's feels like such a personal attack since they went through just my bedroom and didn't even take anything." You shake your head and lean you chin on your hand on the table. "They didn't even take jewelry. Someone wanted something from me."

"Maybe they thought it was someone else who lived there?"

"I don't know. I hope there is video footage from one of the neighbors that shows us something."

"They're gonna check with the neighbors for you?"

"Yeah, Officer Jones called while I was photographing Gauge. He said they're gonna canvas the area, ask for surveillance from anyone nearby and see if they can't get a suspect or even a car or something."

Shawn leans back and crosses his arms. "Y'know I was actually thinking, do you think it could be Tate? I didn't want to say something about him to the cops but is there something you have of his?"

You raise your eyebrows. You hadn't thought of Tate being a suspect. Hell, you were two states away from him now and it's been months since the break up. "I don't think I have anything. I gave him everything back, all his clothes and anything he ever bought me. I left it all in a box in our apartment."

"It was just a thought."

"No, it's a good one. He is crazy enough to do something like that." You roll your eyes and flag down Carrie to pay for your drinks. "Maybe I can call him, or I could try his sister Maggie."

"I'd try Maggie if you have a good relationship with her. If it was him he probably won't want to talk to you."

Carrie stops by the table and hands you your bill. "Have you seen Sammy?"

"She's over there with..." You look around for her and Connor but neither are at the table in the corner anymore. "Well she was here. Is she working tonight?"

"Yeah. Her shift starts in five minutes." Carrie takes your cash and you wave her off for change. "You say you seen her?"

Shawn chuckles. "She was with Connor."

"The fighter?"

"Yeah, my champ." Shawn stands and gives you a look and you nod, letting him know you don't mind if he goes looking for the two of them. "I think I know where they are."

Carrie raises her eyebrows. "Well if you find her, tell her to get her ass to work."

"Yes ma'am." Shawn smiles. "See you at the house." He squeezes your shoulder and heads for the front door.

A minute later Sammy comes walking in very flushed and you can't help but smile to yourself. She's got a flower tucked into her hair and you think her and Connor must have been sitting out on the patio since the flower is definitely from the pots out there.

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You get to Shawn's place a little after eight. His truck is in the driveway so you know he's there. The sun is starting to go down and you are tired from working on photos and stress from the break in. Your brain is absolutely taxed. All you want is some dinner and a soft bed. You turn the handle to the door and walk into music blasting from the kitchen. It's some eighties hair band and you chuckle to yourself as you walk across the living room to find Shawn around the corner shadow boxing at the stove shirtless.

"What's for dinner?" You laughs and he looks back around with a grin. "Smells good!"

Shawn turns and shuts off the music on his phone. "It's chili. I figured it's pretty easy to throw together since I got home just a few minutes ago."

"Why not order something?"

"Eh, I like homemade." He stirs the pot around. "I haven't had it in a while, I thought it'd be nice."

You walk around the island and take a look into the pot. It's not chili. Well, it is, but it's not what you were expecting. "What kind of chili is this?"

"Chili Verde. My dad's recipe. Wanna taste?" He spoons some out to cool in a little bowl on the counter. "I promise it's good."

You smile. "I'm sure it's very good. What's in it?"

"Pork, onions, green chilies. I cheated and used a bottle of premade chili verde salsa for a starter since I don't have time to stew tomatillos and green chilies for hours." He spoons some up for you and you take a bite. "Good yeah?"

"Hot." You cover your mouth. "It's kinda spicy but I like it. It's good."

Shawn beams and scoops out two bowls to cool. "I'll finish getting dinner ready, go change and relax."

You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you for making me dinner."

"Of course." He kisses your nose and your heart skips. "Go on."

Post dinner you're sitting on the couch with Shawn watching some ghost hunter show. He's got his arm around your shoulders and you're tucked into his side snugly. It's comfortable, being with Shawn feels incredibly natural. He's warm and safe.

"What're you doing next Sunday?" Shawn asks as he tucks his feet against yours where your legs are outstretched on the ottoman. "I was thinking if you're available we could go out."

"I work the late shift but I can see if one of the guys can cover for me."

"I don't want you to miss work. We can go another day."

"No, I want to go. It'll be a nice escape from the stress around here." You run your hand down his forearm and slide your hand into his. "Are we going to go horseback riding again?"

Shawn squeezes your hand. "Nope. I have another idea."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling." He grins at you and you narrow your eyes at him. "I can surprise you again can't I? It's more fun that way."

"I'd like to see what tops horseback riding."

"I have a few ideas. Don't worry." He glances at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. "I should go to bed, I have a seven o'clock session with Jack tomorrow." He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. "Do you mind if I take the bed?"

"Nope. I don't mind sharing."

"Sharing? You're ready for that?"

You push off of him and stand up, putting your hand out to him. "I'm ready for anything with you."

He takes your hand and stands, pulling you against him. "Anything huh?" He runs a hand over your hair. "Falling a little fast aren't we?"

"I don't mind." You wrap your arms around his middle. "We work well together. I've never felt this comfortable and free around someone before."

He hums. "It feels natural. I completely understand."

You scratch at his back gently and he smiles down at you. "Let's go to bed. You need to be up early."

"Mmm I could always reschedule if we wanted to stay up late." He runs his hand down your back and over your butt. "I'm sure Jack won't mind."

You shake your head and laugh. "No, you're not cancelling work because of me. We can sleep together any time."

"Well don't make it sound like we're an old married couple, jeez."

You lean up on your tiptoes and kiss him quickly. "Maybe it's good practice for the future."

"Wh- oh." He grins. "First kiss and you're planning our future all in one day? Damn."

"Oh shut up." You pull away and head to his bedroom. "Come on, chop chop. The bed awaits."

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You wake up in the middle of the night and you're freezing. It doesn't even feel like there is a heater on in the house. You roll towards Shawn and slide your arm around his middle, spooning him from behind. He shifts. A soft grunt followed by a mumble of incoherent sleep laden words. He's like a furnace, body radiating into yours.

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm." You press a kiss to his hair. "All good now."

"I missed this." He places his hand over yours on his chest. His heart beats in time with yours, a cadence of comfort in the night. "I missed being held."

"It's been a while?"

"A long while. I didn't like to date when I fought. I only wanted to focus on my work." He chuffs. "I'd deprive myself to be the best. Stupid huh?"

"No. You thought it'd help. It must have, you did win." You flex your fingers against his skin, blunt nails scratching him lightly. "Do you like being the little spoon?"

"Love it. There's something about having someone smaller than you curled up and wrapped around you that I just love. I do like being the big spoon too, but I really enjoy being held sometimes."

"I'll hold you any time." You give him a squeeze and he tangles his legs with yours. "You're like a big teddy bear."

He chuckles and that's the last thing you hear before you fall asleep to the sound of his soft breathing and the beating of his heart under your fingertips.

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End Part 1

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Thank you for reading! Part 2 will be out sometime in the future as I have to write the ending still, but it’ll be another 13k at least. Thank you all again. - A

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omniscientoranges · 3 years

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Set Things Right

Another 15x20 fix-it. Vaguely inspired by the theory I saw that maybe… maybe Dean’s speech to Sam was actually originally written to be 2 different speeches. Who’s to say?

They're standing outside a barn, ready to take it easy and decapitate some vamps.

"Here, man, you'll need this," Dean says, holding out a worn machete to Cas.

It's only been a few weeks since Dean pulled Cas out of the empty. Since they found the ultimate loophole and cut out his grace. Because after all, the empty's in the business of housing angels and demons - not humans. Cas is still getting the hang of it again, the brushing his teeth and needing to eat and needing to sleep and needing to change his clothes more than once every 4 years. Though on days like these, hunts like these, the hardest adjustment for him is that he can't just press his fingertips to whatever monster of the day it is and be done with it. He takes the machete Dean offers him, and looks away awkwardly when his fingers brush Dean's.

They still hadn't talked about it. What Cas had said, what Dean didn't. The first day it was because Cas was knocked out cold from the shock of coming back from the dead - completely reasonable reason. The next few days it was because he needed to recover, which Dean also saw as another completely reasonable reason not to say anything. Don't wanna lay too much on the guy all at once, let him get his bearings first. There's plenty of time. For the next several days, that bled into a next few weeks, Dean had a harder and harder time finding completely reasonable reasons. But still, they hadn't talked.

Dean swallows, "Right, well, let's get to it."

---+---

There's a massive bar piercing between Dean's shoulder blades, because of course there is. Happy ending my ass, Dean thinks hysterically, is this really how I'm gonna go?

"I'll go get the first aid kit," Sam runs out of the barn. Cas moves to follow before-

"Cas, wait. Wait," Cas meets Dean's eyes, and Cas feels like he's the one run through for a second. Looking at Dean, he's scared. He's so scared. Dean's spent his whole life pretending he wasn't, but all the walls are down now - and he's terrified, "Stay. Don't leave me."

Cas keeps his eyes locked with Dean's like he's done a million times before, and he realizes he's scared too. "Okay," he nods, "Okay, I'll stay."

"Could you come here, man."

Cas takes a few hesitant steps forward.

"Come on, come here," Dean holds his hand up a bit, and when Cas steps close enough he lays it over his heart. The same place I stabbed him when we first met. Ironic, looking back. "There he is, hey, there he is."

"You're going to be okay, Dean." Cas says, with such certainty that it's like he's trying to convince the universe of it. Like he's trying to force it to be an inarguable truth. Dean Winchester will be okay.

"So are you."

Cas shakes his head, face scrunching up and tears welling over his eyes, "Don't- don't say that."

"I'm so proud of you, you know that? You know, you said you changed for me, but you changed for you, Cas. Because it was the right thing to do. You always do the right thing, or-" and Dean cuts himself off with a shaky laugh, "you try to. And that's- that's the part that matters. You try."

"I can't heal you," Cas chokes out, "the one time, the one time you really need it, and I'm useless."

"No." Dean says firmly, he needs Cas to hear this, because it's feeling like it might be the last chance he gets to say it. "No, hey, you're not useless, Cas. And we don't keep you around- I don't keep you around to be useful anyways. I want you around because I want to be around you."

"But if I could-"

"But you can't. And that's okay. It's okay, Cas."

Cas shakes his head harder, refuses to take this, refuses to accept it. "Don't leave me, Dean. Please, I can't do this without you. Don't make me do this without you," and Dean moves his hand to wipe away the tears that track down Cas' face.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm always gonna be with you, got it? Always."

Cas lets out a quiet sob, and moves forward to press his forehead to Dean's, "Please, please, Dean. Please don't do this. Don't do this to me. We're so close, so close to a normal life, don't do this now."

"It was always gonna be like this."

"No. We won, Dean. We beat this ending. It shouldn't happen like this."

"Some things you can't outrun. And that's okay, sometimes you gotta know when to quit."

Cas sobs louder, can't stop himself. Dean sees his face turn red, and he wonders, fleetingly, if Cas has ever cried like this before.

Cas takes a deep breath out, "I love you, Dean."

Dean nods his head slightly, last chance, "I love you too, Cas."

It's unclear who moves first, how it happens, but in a moment they're pressing their lips together. It's a soft thing, anything more and they might break under the weight of it. The grief that this is all they'll get. All they were allowed to get.

They pull apart, only a few centimeters, only enough space to take a breath in. Cas feels it. He feels Dean start to slip away. Deep in his chest, where his soul would sit if he had it, and for a moment he thinks he must have one. Must have grown one for this moment, just to feel it hold onto Dean's. Cas blinks hard at the tears burning in his eyes to push them away, he wants to take it all in. He doesn't want to miss a second of looking at Dean, not if these are the last ones he'll get.

"Don't do this, Dean, please don't do this- please don't go."

"It's okay, it's okay, Cas. I'm right here. I'm here." And at that Dean's head drops forward, lands softly on Cas' shoulder. He doesn't have to check Dean's pulse to know.

"No," Cas wraps one arm around Dean's waist and one around the back of his neck, pulling him in. "No, please, please don't do this. God, please, please don't." And he buries his face into Dean's hair, grasping at him, like if he pulls hard enough he can put him back together like he did before. "God, please don't."

Cas doesn't hear it in his heartbreak, but it's there. A brief flap of wings.

"Cas?" Jack asks, laying a hand on Cas' shoulder.

Cas lifts his head and turns, "Jack! What, what are you-"

Before Cas can finish he watches Jack reach his hand around Dean's back and pull him forward, putting two fingers to Dean's forehead at the same time.

It's sudden. It's the most beautiful sound Cas has ever heard.

Dean takes a breath.

He breathes in hard, panting, "holy- holy shit. What-" and Dean's eyes fall on Jack, "Jack?"

"Hi, Dean," Jack smiles, still looking every bit the kid that he is, despite the godliness.

Dean smiles back, and shakes his head in disbelief. "Thought you were taking the hands-off approach?"

"The Winchesters always get an exception," Jack asserts. There's that inarguable fact, Dean Winchester will be okay.

Dean reaches his hand up and pats Jack on the cheek, "Thanks, kid."

"Dean," Cas whispers, and takes Dean's face in his hands. Dean lets his arm fall away from Jack and drops it around Cas' hip.

"Hey, Cas. Guess you can't get rid of me that easy, huh?"

Cas answers with a kiss, one more firm than the last one they'd had, but free. With the knowledge they've got a lot more where that came from.

Sam bursts through the barn doors, "Okay, I'm back. I got the-" he looks up to take in the scene around him, eyes finally landing on Jack. "Jack, what-"

Jack turns to Sam with that same calm smile on his face, "Just here to set something right."

Sam looks at Jack in awe and slowly steps towards Dean. Timidly raises his hand up to grip his shoulder, moving like he's afraid it'll just pass right through. When it doesn't, he asks, "Dean, hey, you okay?"

Dean lifts his head up with an easy smile, "Just fine, Sammy."

Sam huffs out a small laugh in return.

Jack breaks the moment then, "Well, I should go."

Cas finally turns his eyes away from Dean, "No, Jack, stay," he says, both a question and an insistence, "Surely you can't be that busy?"

"I-" Jack pauses, looking around at everyone in front of him. Looking at his family. "I guess I can stay for a little while."

Dean claps Jack on the back, "Great, because I know the best burger joint about 15 miles from here, and you've earned one," Dean says, with his patented goofy smile plastered on his face, pointing a finger at Jack.

"I think we've all earned one," Jack replies.

"Yeah, kid, I think you're right."

With that, the Winchesters start to walk out of the barn. Sam falls in step next to Jack, starting up a conversation about what could only be assumed to be either cosmic god stuff or the latest episode of Riverdale (that Sam 100% did not start watching after Jack left. 100% did not). As can be expected of them, Dean and Cas gravitate next to each other like they were built to walk shoulder to shoulder. Dean elbows Cas softly in the ribs and shoots him a smile. Cas smiles back, and threads his fingers through Dean's.

The burgers actually weren't half bad.

#destiel #deancas #destiel fanfic #deancas fanfic #destiel ficlet #deancas ficlet #spn fanfic #spn 15x20 #please suspend your disbelief as to how long it took Sam to grab the first aid kit #gina.spn #gina.writing #&fic

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kyber-kisses · 4 years

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Lights Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: cursing, Y/N and Dean acting like utter children, some minor injuries.

Summary: When the power cuts out in the bunker, Y/N devises a plan on how to pass the time. (Consider this a crack!fic)

A/n: for once, I wrote something fluffy and not full of angst. Arnt y’all proud of me? Anyways I hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated! ( Also this is a hot mess, and definitely not my best piece but idgaf.)

It was one of those rare Saturday nights. One of the few times where no one was working a case, and the residents of the bunker were practically free to do whatever they wished. Sam had taken Eileen out for the night, Dean was probably having a horror movie marathon on the TV in Sams room, and you were curled up in one of the massive chairs in the library, nose deep in a book you had bought months ago, determined to finish it.

But like so many times before, it was as if the universe saw you with your guard down and decided to spice it up a little bit.

Just as you were beginning the final chapter, the power shut off. All the fucking power just shut off, drowning you in darkness as the bunker became eerily silent.

You half expected the warning lights to flash on, igniting the room in a deep red hue, but it never came, meaning the power shutting off was from a purely normal cause and nothing supernatural.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” There was a shout from down the hallway, and you couldn’t help the grin that crossed your face.

Dropping your book down on your seat, you stood up, naturally moving across the room. You had lived in the underground palace long enough to know where everything was, which made maneuvering through the dark that much easier.

But apparently Dean hadn’t gotten any better, because as you rounded the corner towards your room, you slammed into a solid wall of muscle, and then tripped, collapsing onto the harsh tile floor. Dean going down with you.

The hunter let out a sigh, “Ow. You could have given me a warning.” Dean groaned, untangling his body from yours as he tried to sit up. Even if he squinted, he still couldn’t see shit.

“Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there.” You joked, voice thick with sarcasm, as your hands flew out to find the wall. Unfortunately they did not meet the intended destination. There was another yell from Dean, and you recoiled.

“First you trip me and make me fall, and now you’re slapping me?! What the hell did I do to you?” He exclaimed.

Pushing yourself up from the ground, you sucked in a breath, “I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean-“

You shouldn’t have been waving your hands around because one of them came into sharp contact with Deans jaw, sending the hunter stumbling back in the dark, clutching his face.

“Ow! What the fuck?!”

“Oh God, I did it again! I’m sorry, I so so sorry!”

This was just going downhill at an alarming speed. You needed to fix this, and quick. Before you accidentally found a way to kill Dean.

“I think I have some flashlights in my room.” You breathed, trying to calm yourself.

“Good idea. I’m right behind you.”

But he wasn’t.

As you took a step forward, the two of you slammed together again, Dean hitting his nose against your forehead with an alarming amount of force as yours connected with his chin. You both let out another yell, followed by a couple groans as you nursed the bridge of your nose.

“Oh god, oh fuck. This is a train wreck.” You mumbled, suddenly desperate for the light the bunker was currently lacking.

“Good god, woman. Your sense of direction is terrible!” Dean breathed, “here, c’mon.” His hand shooting out to find yours, only to hit something else, (that was most definitely not a hand.)

A puff of air escaped your lips as you gasped, doubling over in pain “Dean, did you just punch me in the boob?”

“I swear I didn’t mean to. I was trying to grab on to your hand.”

“Well, you almost grabbed something else. You do that again and I’ll kill you.” Bringing your arm back, you threw a punch in the general direction of his arm, finally hitting your intending target for the first time that night as your knuckles connected with his bicep.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Can we just go get those lights you were talking about?”

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea.” You nodded, sliding your hand down Dean arm and tangling his fingers with yours. A rush of heat went up your body and you were glad the lights were out so Dean couldn’t see the blush on your face.

What you didn’t know was that Dean was glancing down in the direction of your intertwined hands, suddenly surprised by your action but not daring to let go.

“Also, my room is in the other direction, Dumb ass. You’re the one who needs to work on their sense of direction.” You quipped, pulling Dean through the dark with ease as you navigated the corridors towards your room.

Dean ended up sitting on your bed patiently as you dig through the drawers of your desk, waiting in almost complete silence. Almost.

“Are you humming Metallica?” You mused, haphazardly discarding a pile of folders on the floor as you continued to search for the object you needed.

“. . . Yes. Don’t judge, I don’t really have anything else to do at the moment.”

“Aw, poor baby.” You teased, throwing another folder over your shoulder.

“Shut up. I was on the last five minutes of the movie when the power shut off. I’m a little bitter.”

“Oh, whatever shall you do Dean Winchester?”

Dean purses his lips, twiddling with his thumbs as he continued to wait, “Your obnoxious, you know that?”

“Yes, but you love me, so quit your whining.”

There was another thud from across the room before you let out laugh, finally producing what you had been looking for.

“Bingo!”

“You find something?”

There was a small series of cracks from where you knelt, and then your face was illuminated with a neon glow, giving off enough light to show Dean your proud grin.

“I thought you said you had flashlights.”

Crossing the room, you dumped a collection of glow sticks into Deans lap, giving him any array of colors.

“Yeah, well I lied. Plus, these are so much more fun.” You shrugged, pulling open the door to your closet as you went in search of the next item on your list.

“But why do you just have glow sticks lying around?” He questioned, flipping a bright pink one in his hand as he looked over at you.

“I was at the dollar store. It was a box of fifty. I couldn’t just walk away.”

“You’re so goddamn weird.”

Looking over your shoulder, you shot the older Winchester another grin, dragging an old cardboard box out from the depths of your closet.

“Watcha got there?”

“Well, seeing as we don’t know when the power will come back on, I thought we could do something to pass the time.” Throwing the box onto the bed, you snatched one of the glow sticks from Dean, flipping open the lid.

“Oh?”

You hummed a response as you tilted the box in Deans direction, allowing him to peer at the contents.

“Are. . . Are those nerf guns?” An amused smile taking up his face as he reached over to grab one of the harmless weapons.

“Yes. Yes they are. What do you say we have a nerf gun battle in the middle of a power outage?”

*. *. *. *. *.

“Why the hell are all the lights out?” Sam yelled, taking cautious steps down the bunkers stairs, quickly flicking on the flashlight on his phone as he and Eileen slowly entered the war room.

The power was never shut off like this in the bunker. Ever. There was always at least one light on, even when nobody was home.

“Guys?”

Suddenly there was a soft whistle as something shot past Sams ear, hitting the wall behind him with a light tap before landing on the floor almost silently.

“What the fu-“

“Sammy? That you?”

“Yeah Dean. Want to tell me what exactly is going on?” Sam questioned, walking across the war room towards the electrical box and flipping it open. There was a series of clicks and just like that, the power flickered back on, illuminating every inch of the bunker.

Dean stood at the bottom of the library step, a bright orange nerf gun clutched in his hand, and a couple of glow sticks tucked into his belt loops. Beyond that, the floor was littered with foam darts and even more of the neon glowing objects. It looked like some party enhanced battlefield.

“Dean, what the hell happened?” Sam spun, eyes taking in the state of the bunker.

The hunter opened his mouth to answer but was cut short when he saw you step out of the doorway behind Sam. Without hesitation the two of you were raising your weapons in unison, firing at each other. Quickly stepping out of the way, Sam and Eileen watched with surprised eyes.

Your aim was perfect as the dart whistled past the confused duo, hitting Deans forehead dead center. His was a little more off and you paid the price as his shot hit you in the throat, making you free hand fly up to your throat as you coughed, eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh god, Y/N I’m so sorry.” Dean dropped his gun, taking quick steps towards you.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You waved him off, stooping down to pick up the dart, “but I did win.”

When you popped back up, your eyes widened along with Dean, finally getting a thorough look at each others face.

“Oh my god.” The two of you speaking again in unison. Dean had a small cut on his lower lip, along with a red welt just beneath his eye, no doubt from your hand when you accidentally hit him. As for you, you had a bruise across the bridge of your nose and a tiny cut on your chin indicting that he had slammed into you much harder than he originally thought.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry, Dee.” You stepped forward, thumb lightly grazing over his busted lip. God, you were a hot mess, and Deans beautiful face had paid the price.

“Hey, hey it’s fine. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I should have watched where I was going.” He smiled.

*. *. *. *. *.

Digging through the freezer in the kitchen, Dean produced a bag of frozen vegetables, wrapping it in on old dish towel before walking back over towards you. He still felt guilty for accidentally plowing into you earlier, and it made his insides churn.

“I could have gone and gotten ice myself.” You sighed, Dean sinking down in the seat next to you and pressing the bag softly to the bridge of your nose.

“I know. But it’s the least I could do. I did punch you in the boob earlier, and slammed into you . . Which I am sorry about by the way.”

“It’s okay. It happens.” You chuckled, moving to press your hand on top of Deans, holding the bag in place. There was a small stretch of sudden silence as the two of you got lost in thought, eyes softly locked on to one another.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time.”

“Me neither.”

Though your face was partially covered by a bag of frozen vegetables , Dean could see how bright your eyes were. You still looked so happy despite being slightly battered by him.

God, he felt like a little kid with a crush. This was so weird.

“Dean?”

“Hmm?”

“why are looking at me like that?” You slowly questioned, lowering the bag of veggies from your face.

oh god, had he been staring again? Damn it.

“Oh, uh. . . You’re just really pretty that’s all.” He stuttered, suddenly fidgeting in his seat, the words practically falling out of his mouth. He couldn't contain them anymore.

That got you to fall silent. And you definitely couldn’t stop the scarlet tone your face was taking. Dean thought you were pretty? The Dean Winchester thought you were pretty?”

“I’m really not, but thanks?”

“But you are.” Dean spoke, eyes never wavering from you as he tilted his head. And then, a sudden as the light coming back on earlier, he was leaning forward and capturing your lips against his. It came out of nowhere and sucked all the breath from your lungs.

And You froze. You don’t mean to, but you froze, which only made Dean pull back, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-“

“Shut up.” You sighed, grabbing hold of the collar of his flannel and tugging him back to you and firmly planting your lips on his.

This time you kissed him. This time you were prepared. This time it was perfect.

“Are you trying to tell me you like me?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Yeah, I think I am.”

Sometimes it takes a few tries, but eventually what’s meant to happen always finds a way.

The End.

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Call Him Hers | Dean Winchester | pt 2

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pairing - Mark-of-Cain!Dean x plus-size!reader word count - 2,930 warnings - language

summary - (Y/N), Charlie, and the Winchesters arrive in Dewey, and (Y/N) ends up introducing Dean to one of her high school bullies. Despite (Y/N)’s protests, they make plans for the night. It’s all part of the job.

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Thursday came around, and it was time to head out to Oklahoma. Sam and Charlie were planning to stay at the same hotel as (Y/N) and Dean but in separate rooms. They would pose as FBI agents in order to talk to the police and victims’ families, but they also found out who was catering for the reunion and decided to go undercover as caterers during the reunion in order to get in undetected. (Y/N) and Dean were going to take the Impala and get to the hotel around 3:00, and Sam and Charlie were going to take Charlie’s car and get there about a half hour later so they wouldn’t raise suspicion.

The others were loading the cars as (Y/N) was finishing up packing in her room. There was a knock at her door, and she looked up and saw Dean. “Hey,” she said with a stressed smile, still dreading the trip she was about to be going on. “What’s up?”

“Well,” he said, walking into the room with his hands behind his back, “since we’re married and all, I figured we should probably wear these.” He moved his right hand from behind his back and showed her two different gold bands. She smiled a more genuine -but still small- smile and reached out for them. “Ah, ah,” he said, holding his hand back. “But first,” he said, “you should probably have this.” He showed her his left hand then, and in it, he was holding an engagement ring. Her shoulders dropped a bit and she took in a sharp breath.

“Wow,” she breathed out. “That’s really beautiful.” She looked up at him. “You found that at a pawn shop? How much was it?”

“Actually,” he said slowly, sitting beside her on the bed, “the bands are from a pawn shop. This-” He twirled the engagement ring between his pointer finger and thumb. “-was my mom’s.” She snapped her head up to look at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” she said. Dean smiled softly before looking up at her. He noticed her shocked expression, and his own smile dropped.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I can’t wear that,” she said.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I, it-” She stuttered. “It was your mom’s. Shouldn’t you give that to, like, your actual wife?” Dean shrugged and looked down at the ring again.

“I never planned to,” he said. “Guess I never really thought about it on anyone’s finger but hers.” She shook her head at his words.

“Dean, I-”

“Come on,” he said, his usual smile returning. “I have a feeling it’ll fit perfectly.”

Dean took her hand in his and slid the engagement ring on. Just as he said, it was a perfect fit. She hoped he didn’t notice the way her breath caught in her throat when he got it on. He put the wedding band on next before sliding on his own. They were both quiet. She hadn’t taken her eyes off her own hand, and Dean was still staring at it as well. “There,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Perfect.” She quietly twirled the wedding band around her finger. Before she could say anything, Sam appeared in the doorway and cleared his throat. (Y/N) and Dean both looked up at him.

“Charlie and I are all ready,” he said. “Figured we should give you your head start.”

“Right,” (Y/N) said, standing up from the bed. “Thanks, Sammy.” Sam nodded, and she grabbed her suitcase and purse. She looked at Dean and gave him a smile. “Let’s hit the road.”

The drive to Dewey was filled with the usual music. Driver may’ve picked the music, but (Y/N) never let Dean switch out the cassettes. She took the term both hands on the wheel very seriously, and after many car fights, Dean officially gave up trying to argue about it. She was the only person who was allowed to touch and switch out his cassettes. It was a fact that made her quite proud.

Five hours and a bit of Metallica, AC/DC, Def Leppard, and Led Zeppelin later, they pulled up to the hotel. (Y/N) hadn’t even realized Dean turned off Baby until he cleared his throat. She turned to him and gave him a forced smile. “I can see it in your eyes,” he said. She raised an eyebrow. “The panic,” he clarified. “What’s got you so scared?” She sighed and nibbled her lower lip, staring out the window to avoid looking at him. She jumped when Dean reached out and squeezed her hand.

“This place just holds a lot of memories for me,” she said. “Some bad, some-” She hesitated. “No. Nope. All bad.” Dean chuckled lightly, and she turned to look at him. ”It’s just what I said to Charlie,” she continued. “High school wasn’t rainbows and butterflies for me. I didn’t have a lot of friends and-” She cut herself off. Dean didn’t know about how abusive her dad was or the excessive bullying she encountered in high school. She didn’t exactly talk about her time before the boys very often, and he never wanted to pry. She sighed again. “I just never wanted to come back.” Dean gave her a smile.

“Well, you’re not alone,” he said. “I promise to be the best husband ever. I’ve got your back.” He leaned over and placed a kiss to her cheek before getting out of Baby. She took a deep breath and let it out through her mouth.

“You got this,” she muttered to herself.

She and Dean made their way into the hotel and walked up to the front desk. “Hi,” (Y/N) said. “We’re part of the Dewey High class of 2005 reunion. We should have a room under (Y/L/N)-”

“(Y/N)?”

She winced, put on her biggest smile, and turned around to greet Jennifer. How was it that after ten years, she still knew the sound of her voice? Granted, Jennifer still knew the back of her head. Maybe people didn’t change as much as she thought. Jennifer greeted her with the same smile she grew up with, all plump lips and pearly whites. She was pretty, but she knew it, which made her act ugly.

“Hey Jennifer,” she said as she walked up to her. Jennifer pulled her in for a hug which she unwillingly accepted.

“And who is this tall drink of water?” Jennifer asked, squeezing Dean’s bicep. (Y/N)’s stomach lurched as Dean gave her a smile. He surprised her though by casually stepping out of Jennifer’s grip and putting his arm around her waist.

“I’m this lovely lady’s husband,” he said. Dean stuck out his free hand for Jennifer to shake. “Dean.”

Jennifer’s smile grew wide as she looked at (Y/N) and laughed, giving her shoulder a playful shove. “What spell do you have him under? You must’ve worked some sort of voodoo on him.”

“Yeah,” she laughed awkwardly. “Some days I still don’t believe it.”

“Well I don’t blame you!” she said. “I still can’t believe you managed to bag Shawn, and that was eleven years ago! Hell, and you haven’t changed a bit.” Her stomach lurched again at the name of her high school ex-boyfriend, and before she could find a way out of the conversation, Jennifer added, “Oh, and he and Savannah checked in about an hour ago. They’ll be so thrilled to see you. Well-” She laughed. “-Savannah anyway. They had a bet going whether or not you’d actually show. Frankly, I’m glad Shawn lost.”

All (Y/N) wanted was to get away from Jennifer. As if reading her mind, Dean reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze. “I’ve got our key right here, sweetheart,” he said. “Room 201.”

“Great,” she said, coughing a bit to hide the break in her voice. “Jennifer, I’ll see you la-”

“Oh, you should come out tonight!” Jennifer said, reaching out to squeeze (Y/N)’s arm. She always was such a touchy person. “A bunch of us are grabbing drinks down at Rocco’s.” Rocco’s was the local bar downtown. Before she could come up with an excuse, Dean spoke.

“That sounds great,” he said. “We can meet you there.”

“Perfect!” Jennifer cheered, practically bouncing on her feet. “We’re thinking 8:00.”

“Awesome,” Dean said. “Catch you then.” Jennifer waved goodbye to the two of them as they made their way to the elevator in silence. (Y/N) didn’t dare speak until they got into their room and Dean shut the door behind them.

“What the hell are you thinking?” she snapped, throwing her suitcase on the ground. “I’m not going out for drinks with her!”

“(Y/N), you gotta think of the job,” Dean said, putting his own bag down. “I know this blows, but it’s all for the job. Everyone spills their secrets over enough liquor. We couldn’t ask for a better cover.” She groaned as she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. Dean laughed and jumped into bed beside her. She rolled as far away from him as she could. “You don’t even want to sit by me?” he asked with an exasperated laugh.

“No,” she mumbled. “I’m mad at you.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said.

“You remember when I used to hate when you called me that?” she mumbled, her face still against the pillow. “Why did I ever change my mind?”

“Because you love me,” Dean said.

Damn. He was right.

(Y/N) could feel the bed move until suddenly, Dean laid on top of her. “Dean!” she shrieked, trying to wiggle out from under him.

“What?” he asked.

“Get off me you doof!” she said, unable to bite back a laugh.

“Are you still mad at me?” he asked.

“I’m always mad at you.”

Before Dean could say anything else, there was a knock at their door. “That’s probably Sam and Charlie,” Dean said.

“No shit,” she said. He climbed off her, and she finally was able to breathe normally. He rolled his eyes at her with a smirk and went over to answer the door.

“Hey,” Sam said as soon as he and Charlie came in. “You check in okay?”

“Yeah,” Dean said. “We’re getting drinks tonight with some of her old classmates. Figured we could start asking questions about the disappearances.”

“You know, I don’t even drink,” she said. “What am I supposed to do all night?”

“Rock it out as DD,” Charlie said, sitting beside her on the bed. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest with a huff. “It could be fun!” she said. “You can make up an entirely fake awesome life and show off your hot hubby!”

“Yeah,” she scoffed. “Sounds like a blast.”

(Y/N) and Dean both decided not to worry about creating a concrete fake life with each other. After ten years on the job, they had become exceptionally good at improv. Planning it all out was boring. What was the job without a little risk?

They had a few hours of down time before they needed to head out. They all decided to turn on a movie, and after a few rounds of rock, paper, scissors, Dean won out and had Charlie find Caddyshack online. (Y/N) and Charlie threw themselves on the bed while Dean sprawled out on the couch and Sam pulled up a chair that was at a table in the little kitchen. When the movie finished, Dean offered to go out and get some food. Even though she had no appetite, (Y/N) asked Dean to pick her up a burger, knowing he would eat it when she didn’t anyway. He came back with the food, the others ate, and when 7:00 rolled around the boys left the room -per Charlie’s demand- so (Y/N) could get ready.

“I don’t understand why they can’t be in the room while I get ready,” she said when Charlie closed the door on the boys.

“Because,” Charlie said as if it was obvious, “we have to get you all sexy so there can be a grand reveal when Dean comes back.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at Charlie, and she laughed. “Come on,” she said. “You think I don’t know you’re crazy about him?” (Y/N)’s lips parted and her shoulders dropped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, turning her back to Charlie to go to her suitcase.

“Please,” Charlie laughed. “Sam and I talked about it on the way here. He’s sure you’ll break on this trip, what with having to share a room and everything.”

“Sam knows?” (Y/N) said, turning to face her. Charlie smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Well, you’re both full of shit, because I’m not breaking.” She said the last word sarcastically before she grabbed her make-up bag and curling iron out of her suitcase and headed into the bathroom to get ready. It took her about 45 minutes to look the way she wanted to, and once she was as content as she’d ever be, she walked out of the bathroom and over to her suitcase again. She pulled out some jeans and a black t-shirt to put on, but Charlie stopped her.

“That’s what you’re going to wear?” she said.

“Yes?” she said. “What’s wrong with this?”

“You wear that when you’re hunting,” she said, “not when you’re going out to a bar with your high school classmates and the guy you like.”

“Charlie,” she whined. “It’s not like I packed anything nice.”

“What were you going to wear to the reunion?”

She shrugged. “Jeans and a flannel?”

“God,” she said with a roll of her eyes, standing up from the bed. “And I’m the lesbian.” (Y/N) scoffed at her as she walked over to the duffel bag she had brought in the room earlier. She opened it and tossed her a romper. “Wear this,” she said.

“What the hell is this?” she asked.

“Well,” she said, “I know you, and I know you don’t wear any of the clothes I buy you even though I have exceptional taste in clothes. So I took it upon myself to raid your closet and pack all the outfits you should be wearing.”

Charlie had a tendency to buy (Y/N) outfits that she would never wear. It wasn’t that they weren’t cute. They always were! (Y/N) was just too self conscious about her body to wear them. Charlie knew this and thought it was ridiculous, so she ignored (Y/N)’s protests and would buy her whatever she thought she’d look good in.

“I’m not wearing this, Charlie,” (Y/N) said, looking at the romper.

“If you don’t wear it,” she said, “I’ll start screaming.”

She sighed. “Charli-”

She didn’t even finish saying her name, and Charlie started screaming. (Y/N) lunged at her and put her hand over her mouth. “Okay!” she said. “Okay, okay, shut up!” Charlie smiled victoriously as she got off her with a huff and grabbed the outfit she wanted her to wear. Just as she went over to the bathroom, there was a rapid knock at the door. Charlie went over and opened it, revealing a panicked looking Sam and Dean.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked.

“We heard screaming,” Dean finished.

“Oh,” Charlie said with a laugh, “I was just helping (Y/N) get ready.” Sam and Dean shared looks of annoyance and both put their guns away. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom to put the outfit on. As soon as she did, she sighed and looked into the mirror. It practically showed off her entire back which meant she couldn’t wear a bra, so she didn’t think her boobs were doing her any favors. She knew she would be nervous all night, but for Charlie, she bit her tongue.

(Y/N) walked out of the bathroom as Charlie, Dean, and Sam were talking. Sam, the only one facing her, stopped mid sentence when she came into the room. She felt a blush creeping on her cheeks, so she ignored his gaze and went to her suitcase to grab some shoes. When she stood up again, Sam, Dean, and Charlie were all staring at her. Dean’s gaze -dark eyes, slightly parted lips- made her want to run back in the bathroom and never come out.

“See Charlie!” she suddenly said, throwing her hands up in Dean’s direction. “Even Dean hates it! I’m not wearing-”

“Whoa, whoa, don’t go and put words in my mouth, sweetheart,” Dean said, chuckling lightly and walking over to her. “I never said I hated it.” She was embarrassed as his eyes kept looking her over.

“You didn’t say anything at all,” she mumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

“I was speechless in a good way,” he said, his signature smirk still on his face. “I’m proud to call you my wife tonight.”

Dean, as expected, looked insanely sexy, though it was odd for (Y/N) to see him without a flannel or FBI monkey suit. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black denim jacket that she knew would likely get discarded at some point in the night. It was Oklahoma in August. Even at night it nearly hit 70. The thought of Dean in a plain white t-shirt that hugged his chest so perfectly almost made her shiver.

Yeah. There was no way she’d survive the night. But she wasn’t breaking.

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Maybe he doesn’t want to take the chance.

AN: there is a slight sexual theme to this one, it’s talked about but nothing graphic. just a warning. <3

I should have known better. Hunters don't get the apple pie life. We don't get a happily ever after. Dating isn't something hunters get to do. I was only hunting part-time, trying to get out of the life but it's never easy. I grew up in it, my dad had me hunting as soon as I could hold a gun. After he died, I killed the werewolf that killed him. Unfortunately, the whole pack came after me so I didn't end up getting out. I slowly started to taper off how often I took cases. So I figured I'd try to date, have a semi-normal life...it wasn't working. I had been seeing this amazing guy, Mikey. I hadn't told him what I do on the side but, I have a feeling he'd take it well. Things were going swimmingly. I really thought that he could the reason I get out of the life. No such luck, I got home from a hunt and found a skinny little blonde on top of him. And just like that my happily ever after goes up in smoke. He said it was because I was never around. He had needs that I couldn't cater to so I broke his nose before getting in my car. I drove as fast and as far as I could before the tears started blinding my vision. I pull over on the side of the road allowing the sobs to take over my body. I actually thought he loved me. He said he did but then again, everybody lies. I just so happened to be on the other side of one this time. I suppose it's some kind of cosmic karma for lying as much as I do in the hunting life. I slam my hands against the steering wheel as anger fills my body. How dare he? We were together for a year tomorrow. I didn't hunt that often, in fact, I was hardly gone at all. Maybe a couple of days once a month. Dear God why me? Why can't I be happy? A sob wrecks through my body. I tried to hard. I tried to have a 'normal' life. I wanted that, why can't I have that? My thoughts drift, I wonder if it'd be uncalled for is I went back and shot him? I mean like in the knee or something...

. “Maybe a little.” a gruff voice says from behind me.

I jump turning around to stare into familiar ocean blue eyes.

“Cas! You scared the shit out of me!” I snap at the angle in my back seat as I wipe the tears from my eyes.

“My apologizes, I heard your prayer and wanted to check on you.” Cas explains looking at me through the rearview mirror.

“I didn't pray.”

“Not in the normal way no but I did hear you.” Cas sighs placing a hand on my shoulder before we arrive at the bunker.

Sam and Dean are sat at the library table. They both look up at us when we appear in the room.

“What happened?” Sam asks standing quickly to rush over to me. He inspects my body for injuries, gently cupping my jaw in his hands as his eyes scan my body. I reach up grabbing his wrists. Sam and I had always been close. Since I met him the younger Winchester and I got along well. Alright, alright I may have a small (massive) crush on the tall hunter but who wouldn't? Sam is such a sweetheart, so caring and eyes on the eyes. I know he'd never like me back so I settle for being his friend. I'd rather have him in my life in a platonic way than not at all. These three men around me have always been there for me. They're my family. This is where I had planned on going before Cas zapped me here. I knew this was the place I could get my head back on straight. Heal and not be judged for it.

“I'm not injured Sammy.” I whisper as his eyes soften at the notice of the dried tears on my face.

“Mike cheated on her.” Cas exclaims “She was in her car crying, she prayed.”

“Cas!” I sigh “Come on.”

Sam is quick to wrap his arms around me, holding me tight. He places a gentle kiss on my cheek before whispering “You deserve so much better. I'm sorry he did that you.”

“I'm going to kill him.” Dean exclaims loudly before grabbing his gun and walking towards me.

Sam lets me go as I say “Hey if anyone gets to shoot his ass it's me.”

Dean is quick to replace Sam. He wraps his arms around me. “I'm sorry Kid. I know you loved him.” Dean whispers kissing the side of my head before walking back to the table. The thing is, I didn't love him. I liked him but, I could never love him the way I love Sam. No one could ever hold a candle to the younger Winchester. I suppose that's why I was with Mikey in the first place, to get over him but, it didn't work. I just kept comparing them and I ended up getting heartbroken anyway.

Sam takes my hand in his, leading me to his room. He shuts the door behind us as I flop on his bed. He laughs lightly before taking the spot next to me. He turns his head towards me asking “Do you want to talk about it?” I frown looking at the ceiling.

“I'm starting to question my choice in men. I ended up being destroyed physically, emotionally and I don't understand. Love is supposed to heal you but it doesn't do that for me. I've been cheated on more times than I can count, I've been replaced with someone better, I was lied to by the person I love. He said he loved me. He didn't though. Love fucking destroyed me. In the end I'm left wondering if I'm good enough. Maybe I too blind to see the real me. What if the real me isn't good enough? Maybe love does heal but I'm just not good enough? Maybe I'm the reason he cheated and chose someone better, prettier, thinner. Maybe I'm the reason he didn't love me. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's all my fault.” I vent, allowing my insecurities to show.

“Y/N, look at me.” Sam says voice gentle

. I turn to face the hazel eyes I love so much. He frowns at me placing a hand on the side of my face.

“You are not the problem. It isn't your fault he cheated. You didn't do anything wrong. You are an amazing woman. You are a beautiful, kind strong woman. He just didn't see it. It's his fault, not yours.” Sam whispers. “As for him picking someone 'better' I don't think it's possible. Yeah, she may have been thinner than you but, that doesn't make her better than you.” “He said he did it because I was gone too much. He had needs that I couldn't meet...” I hesitate not wanting to voice what I was actually thinking about what Mikey had said. Yes, Sam and I were best friends and yeah we had talked about sex before but never alone. It's always been with Dean present. Mostly because he's the one who brings it up. I really don't want to have this conversation with him but at the same time, I really need to voice this stuff. I can't let it sit in my head and overwhelm me.

“Was he trying to imply that you didn't meet his needs...” Sam asks, confusion in his voice.

“I think so...I don't know I really didn't stick around to hear an explanation.”

“A relationship isn't all about sex Y/N. If you weren't meeting his needs he should have talked to you about it not cheated on you. I mean if he got off he shouldn't have any complaints.”

“By that logic I should have been the one having complaints.” I joke, not thinking that I just admitted that Mikey never got me off in our entire almost year relationship.

“Wait, you're telling me he never got you off? “ Sam sits up suddenly causing me to follow his actions turning my body to face him. “Like ever?”

“Kind of an awkward conversation Sammy.” I blush

“No, no, you brought it up. I want to know.”

“If you really must know no he never did,” I admit.

“You guys were together for a year.” Sam utters, obviously trying to wrap his head around the new information he'd just been told.

“Believe me, I know.”

“Did he never go down on you or something?” Sam asks, unashamed of how personal of a question that was.

“Sam!”

“Come on, we've known each other forever. We can talk about sex. Especially when it's bashing you ex douche bag.” I give in, knowing I can't really say no to him. I sigh before bringing my legs to sit with them under me.

“Once and I didn't...you know so he figured I didn't like it...truth is it was awful.”

“So foreplay consisted of what?” Sam asks moving to sit against the headboard.

“Nothing really. Some dry humping, light fingering but only enough to make sure I was ready for the main event.” I shrug.

“You're kidding me right? Did you ever give him head as foreplay?”

“Yeah, all the time.”

“And yet he wouldn't go down on you.”

“I don't know, the sex was never amazing.” I sigh

“Yeah sounds like it.” Sam huffs “So what? You had to finish yourself off?”

I nod “Usually after he'd gone to bed or in the shower.”

“So you haven't had an orgasm that wasn't given to yourself since you've been with that asshole?”

“Hum, I guess not.” I hadn't really thought of it like that to be honest.

“How did you survive?”

“A bit dramatic Sam but, I had toys to help. Was quite fond of my vibrator for quick but if I had the time...I dragged out the Bruce.” I admit, not knowing why I couldn't stop the word vomit coming out of my mouth. Sam's eyebrows shoot up as he observed me.

“And Bruce is?” Sam asks licking his lips.

“Oh that's my nine inch dildo.” Was I really about to talk about my toy collection with my best friend and secret crush? Guess I am.

“And it was bigger than Mikey?” He asks eyes not leaving mine

“Oh yeah by a lot.” I don't look away from his eyes. What the hell is going on?

“So he was small and bad in bed?”

I nod still not looking away from the hunter before me. Something in the air as we stay looking at each other. Something in his eyes I haven't seen when he looks at me. No one says anything as we just openly check out each other.

“So...why did you stay with him?” He asks, voice soft.

“Honestly?” I pause finally breaking eye contact, eyes trained on my hands in my lap. “I was trying to get over a guy that'd never feel the same.”

“How do you know he'd never feel the same?”

I looking up “I'm not good enough for him.”

“Maybe he thinks the same...and that's why he never showed any interest?”

“Why would he think that? He could have anyone he wants?” I ask understanding we're dancing around our feelings.

“Maybe the woman he wanted was with someone else and he thought he'd never get his chance.”

“Maybe the guy she was with messed up and he does get his chance after all.” “What if he's scared to take that chance?” I can see the hesitation in his features as he eyes me. I smile slowly crawling over to sit in front of him.

“Maybe he doesn't have to be the one to take the chance.” I smirk before climbing in his lap, legs on either side on his slim hips. His hands grasp my hips quickly. “

Y/N.” Sam starts looking down at me.

“D-did did I read the situation wrong?” I ask suddenly insecure at my bold assumption that it was, in fact, me he was talking about. “Not at all...I just want to make sure that we are on the same page here.” The fear leaving my mind as I understand he wants us to be opened about our feelings rather than continuing to dance around them. “I'm in love with you. Have been since that salt and burn two years ago.” I smile “Dean was hurt and couldn't go with you, it was the first hunt we did just us.”

Sam smiles “Yeah, I remember that hunt. I dragged it out so that I could spend more time with you, but when I realized I loved you is when you almost died on that werewolf hunt...If Cas wasn't there...”

“Don't think like that Sam. I'm alive.” He doesn't respond instead he presses his lip against mine. We both smile into the kiss before he pulls away resting his forehead on mine “I love you.” “I love you too.”

“Be mine?”

“I always was.”

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specialagentrin · 4 years

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Day 7 – On the seventh day of Christmas, Wincestmas gave to me: the second part of the fluffy fairy tale AU

Warnings: Underage, Fairy Tale AU

Dean smiled at Sam and Sam’s stomach filled with butterflies. How could a boy be so handsome and stir such intense feelings inside him? Sam remained in silence then, just looking at Dean.

“Wanna eat something?” He got up, stretching, his shirt ridding up, showing Sam a bit of the bony hips the boy had. Sam nodded, unable to speak.

Dean prepared some eggs for them, and when they sat down to eat, Sam couldn’t help but ask him things to get to know him better.

“Where’s your dad?” Dean laughed at that, and he shook his head.

“Cas isn’t my dad. My parents passed away when I was very young, so he took me in. He used to be a monk in the kingdom, but after he adopted me, he decided to come live here, so he’d have more time to care for me.” Dean explained, blushing a little when he noticed he was dumping all this information on the boy he met barely twelve hours ago. “I mean… I don’t call him dad, but I guess he kinda is?” Dean frowned and then sighed, annoyed with himself. “He’s usually an early bird, but he might be sleeping still. Yesterday was very taxing on him.”

Sam nodded, smiling sweetly at the boy. It was nice to have someone his age to talk to, and apparently it was the same for Dean.

“How old are you?” Sam asked next. He could tell Dean was a bit older, but he didn’t know how much older.

“Twenty.” Sam gaped at that. Dean was much older than he expected. He guessed that it was probably due to the fact that Dean was too thin, probably even underweight, but he had a spark in his eyes that made him look much younger. “You?”

“Sixteen.” Sam pouted. He knew it was only a matter of time for him to grow older, to probably marry a princess and then rule the kingdom, but being considered a child was something he loathed. He wanted to be respected as the young prince that he was, and not as just another spoiled brat – although, here he was, in the middle of the woods, in the house of some strangers. Maybe his family were right in treating him as a child – but that didn’t mean he was going to change.

“Any big plans for when you come of age?” Dean asked and Sam sighed. Technically, his parents had big plans for him – for his whole life. Sam, on the other hand, had no plans, so he shook his head. “Are you of royal blood? You could try becoming a knight!” Dean added, enthusiastically.

“How… How do you know—” Sam spoke, eyes widening. Had the boy found out he was the prince?

“Your clothes. They are from a very fine fabric, so I guessed. Sorry.” Sam shook his head, cursing himself internally for not realising that.

“It’s okay. Yeah, I’ll start the training to become a knight once I turn eighteen.” That was actually a lie. As the prince, he had started training since he was thirteen, but Sam didn’t want Dean to know he was the prince for some reason – maybe he worried that Dean would treat him differently if he knew, or, a more obscure thought occurred to him, Dean might not fancy him.

“That’s awesome!” Dean said, enthusiastic smile coming back at full force. “I’ve always wanted to be a knight.” He commented a little sadly, but his smile was still in place.

“Oh?” That was unexpected. Sam wondered why anyone would want to be a knight – and maybe die to protect the King, Queen and Prince. “Why don’t you come back with me, then?” Dean’s eyes widened and he chuckled a bit nervously.

“My parents were nobodies. I can’t even apply to be a knight. Not to mention that I don’t have any skill useful to be a knight. I don’t even know the names of the parts of the armour.” Dean rambled and Sam couldn’t help but giggle, which made Dean pout. “What? I’ve lived my whole life here. I can’t be a knight.”

“What if I told you,” Sam started, mischievous smile on his face, “that I can help you? I know the royal family. I’m sure I could put in a word that you’re someone worthy enough to be a knight.” Sam was sure that, once his family knew that this boy had gone into the rain to help him, they would instantly invite him to be a knight, so it wouldn’t be such hardship.

“I…” Dean frowned, considering, probably wondering if Sam was speaking the truth. “Truly?”

“Yes!” Sam nodded, smiling widely, making Dean blush in the process – and wasn’t he even more gorgeous with a blush on his face? “Besides, it would be nice having someone to hang out sometimes. And when I start my training, you can help me out too.” Sam knew that he’d probably have to tell Dean he was the prince before that, but for now, he chose to keep this secret.

“Thank you. I…” Dean was speechless, and that made Sam even happier, the butterflies in his stomach dancing around – and by the Gods, he was completely besotted with this boy. “Thank you.” Dean said again, smile the brightest Sam had seen so far, and he couldn’t help but feel accomplished to have made Dean this happy.

“So… What do you do for fun?”

Sam helped Dean clean the kitchen and then they sat down on the sofa, each with a book in hand. Dean had few books – he had said he had read them multiple times already, but it wasn’t like he could buy new ones. Sam was surprised Dean could read – many peasants didn’t know how, but Castiel, who had been a monk, knew how to read and write and taught Dean.

They spent a couple of hours reading, the rain falling even harder outside. Dean then decided to prepare lunch, since Castiel hadn’t risen yet, and Sam pretended to continue reading as he watched Dean cook, humming a soft song under his breath.

Sam wondered what could happen if he decided to stay here.

His parents would freak out, of course, but now that he had met Dean, he knew that it would be impossible for him to marry a princess. He knew he only knew Dean for less than a day, but he was already in love, and he wouldn’t let anyone dictate his life.

However, not going back meant that Dean wouldn’t be able to become a knight, and Sam had promised him that he’d help him become one.

Sam decided that, when it stopped raining, he’d make his decision. For now, he’d enjoy this beautiful boy as much as he could.

Castiel came out of his room as Dean was setting the table, and they ate together, Dean guiding the conversation, talking about the book he was rereading for the twentieth time – one of his favourites, but he didn’t read as often because he enjoyed forgetting some parts and then being able to get surprised all over again. Sam promised to himself that, if they did go back to the kingdom, Sam would give Dean all the books he wanted.

“Oh! And Sam told me he can help me become a knight!” Dean said enthusiastically, and Castiel’s eyes widened for a second before darkening. He looked at Dean with reprimanding eyes and Sam felt a knot in his throat, suddenly anxious.

“You know you’re not allowed to go to the kingdom.” Dean lowered his head, frowning a little. “You can’t be a knight and you’ll only be a problem for Sam if you go.” Sam was ready to defend Dean, to tell Castiel that it would be okay, but the older man hadn’t finished speaking. “You’re forbidden to go. In fact, once it stops raining, I’ll be the one to take Sam back. I need you here.”

“Yeah, sir.” Dean said, not looking up from his plate. He finished eating in silence and then started cleaning the dishes. Castiel continued eating and Sam, feeling irrationally angry, forced himself to finish – he couldn’t throw these people’s food away when they already had so little.

But once Dean was over, he went back to his room. Sam followed suit, not waiting for an invitation.

He tried to convince Dean of going anyway, but Dean wouldn’t have any of it. They sat on the bed together, Dean looking at his hands and Sam looking at Dean. Sam wanted to stay, and that was one more reason to do so.

However, he hated when adults tried controlling their children’s lives, and he made up his mind: He’d find a way of taking Dean with him back to the kingdom and make him a knight, even if it was the last thing he could do.

Sam couldn’t sleep that night. Dean had gone to the sofa to sleep, but Sam felt guilty for the day’s events. He sighed and tossed and turned on the bed, until he realised it had stopped raining. Standing up, Sam went to the window, opening it enough to check that yes, it had indeed stopped raining.

Slowly, and as quietly as he could, Sam made his way to the living room. Dean was asleep in the same position as he found him the day before, and Sam had to take a moment to admire the boy. It was highly unfair for someone to be this beautiful, though Sam had been lucky enough to have met him and seen him.

After saving the memory of Dean’s body, Sam kneeled next to him and shook his shoulder softly.

“Dean?” Dean frowned before blinking his eyes open. He looked at Sam and smiled, eyes already closing again. “Hey, wake up.” Dean’s eyes shot open then and he almost fell out of the sofa as he tried to stand up.

“What—” Sam could see that Dean was blushing and he smirked to himself at the thought that it was him that made him so embarrassed – so maybe Dean fancied Sam just as much as Sam fancied Dean.

“Come to the kingdom with me. Castiel is asleep.” Dean seemed to still be grasping what was reality and what was a dream, and he looked around before settling his eyes on Sam, sitting properly on the sofa. Sam sat beside him, eyes conveying all his yearning for the boy to come along.

“Sorry, Sammy, but I can’t.” Sam felt his heart skip a beat by being called Sammy. He had been called that growing up by his parents, but ever since he hit puberty, he had loathed that nickname. But Dean saying it sounded right, and he didn’t have the urge to tell him he shouldn’t be calling him that.

“Why not?” Dean just looked at him, looking miserable, and Sam turned on his side, getting closer to Dean. “You told me it was your dream to be a knight. Are you really going to let Castiel dictate your life? You’re an adult, you should do what makes you happy. And I can help.” Sam hesitated for a moment before adding, “Besides, we’ll keep in touch if you come with me.”

“I… Sammy… Castiel has taken care of me my entire life. I don’t want to be ungrateful. He said he needed me here, so I have to stay.” Sam was saddened by that. He already disliked when adults did that, but it seemed like Castiel was trying to guilt trip Dean into staying.

“I understand, but he’s an adult too. Shouldn’t he be able to live his life on his own? And when will you start living yours?” Dean looked at him, a hint of hope in his eyes, and Sam grabbed both of Dean’s hands. “Go back with me.”

Dean looked at their joined hands for a long moment, then to Castiel’s closed door. Sam could tell that going went against everything Dean believed, but the boy wanted to follow his dream, and he wanted to go with Sam.

After a moment, Dean nodded, looking at Sam with determination, a smile appearing.

“Alright. We should go, then. We can reach the kingdom by sundown.” Sam had to hold himself back, because the urge to kiss this wonderful boy was driving him insane. Maybe he’d be bold enough to kiss Dean one day, if he was sure the boy also wanted it. But for now, he was happy – he’d have Dean as a friend and a knight.

To be continued…

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GASP! OH MY IRENE, CASTIEL! YOU JUST DID A WHOLE 360 ON ME ARE YOU SERIOUS??? AND THE TWO OF THEM LOVE EACH OTHER, YOU COULD PRATICALLY FEEL ITTTT!!!! BESIDES THE POINT -- I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCH!!!! THANK YOU ALOT! YOU MAKE ME THE HAPPIEST PERSON IN THE UNIVERSEEEEEE

#wincest #wincestmas!anon❄#wincestmas #weecest #I LOVE YOU #AHHHHHH #I CANT WAIT TO SEE THE ENDING #MAKING ME SUFFER LIKE THIS #submission

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Serendipity

Title: Serendipity (part two in the ‘Buried Secrets’ series) Summary: Now that Dean is feeling better in himself, he’s coming to terms with his feelings for you. The only problem is - Sam has feelings too. Would they still feel the same if they knew the secret you were keeping? Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (love triangle !!! also fem pronouns) Warnings: a smidge of angst at the end Word Count: 1,900ish

note; yay here’s part two, thanks for all the love on part one! hope u enjoy!

Part One

When Sam woke up to a most unexpected sound, he had to blink a few times to make sure he was really awake. Was that… Dean?

Whistling?

Rubbing his bleary eyes, Sam stumbled to his feet and plodded sleepily to the kitchen, catching sight of a clock on the way. Six am. Since when was Dean Winchester awake at six am? But he must have been, for the corridor already smelled of fresh coffee, and Dean’s cheerful tune only grew louder as Sam approached.

When he opened the door, he was greeted to the sight of Dean flipping pancakes over the stove, whistling and humming to himself between wide grins. Sam hadn’t seen him like this in… He paused and wracked his brains, but found nothing stored away in his memories. He’d never seen Dean this happy before.

“...hey,” he said cautiously. “You’re up early.”

“Mornin’, Sammy. ‘Bout time you were awake!” Dean greeted cheerfully, handing him a stack of chocolate chip pancakes that Sam warily accepted.

“You’re… happy,” Sam remarked, accepting the mug of coffee Dean passed his way. “Did you have someone over last night, or..?”

Dean laughed, a real, genuine laugh that had Sam almost reeling in surprise. “Nah, just had a good night’s sleep - it’s done wonders, I feel great!” he exclaimed. Sam nodded cautiously, taking a sip of his coffee before putting his food down.

“Are you having some kind of mental breakdown or something?” he demanded. “Since when are you a morning person?” Dean chuckled.

“Since I realised the value of a good night’s sleep!” he said. “Hey, I should go wake Y/N up. No, wait! I’ll bring her breakfast in bed!” Dean enthused, leaving Sam wide-eyed as his brother bounded down the hall, radiant with joy. Not entirely sure that he wasn’t hallucinating, Sam sat down and took another sip of his coffee. Maybe Y/N would have a better idea of what was going on.

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“Mornin’, sunshine!” Dean announced, storming into your room and flipping on the lights as he went. You shot upright at the loud disturbance, hand fumbling for the gun you kept on your dresser as your body slowly began to awaken. Dean held up his hands in surrender, as high as he could with the stack of pancakes and cup of coffee in his grip.

“Hey, sleeping beauty, take it down a notch,” he warned. “I come bearing gifts.” He nodded towards the plate, and after blinking a few times, you slowly nodded, placing down your gun with a quiet clink of metal.

“Uh… thanks. Y-you seem like you’re feeling better than last night,” you remarked, stifling a yawn as you accepted the laden plate and mug. Dean sobered a little.

“Yeah, I was meaning to tell you… I’m sorry about that. You were right, I was in a bad place, but… I had a great sleep, and I think I’m back on the right track,” he said firmly. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

You sipped your coffee, shaking your head. “No, don’t- don’t even worry about it. I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you said with a small smile. Dean’s gaze held yours, his eyes softening as he nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, I really am.” The two of you were quiet for a moment, before Dean cleared his throat and disrupted the silence, following with another happy declaration. “Well, eat up. Cas brought us some more lore to read, maybe it’ll have something about Amara,” he said brightly, and you snapped back to reality, nodding.

“Right. Amara. The Darkness. Imminent doom. Great,” you muttered, and Dean made an amused sound tinged with sympathy.

“Hey, you’re the one who’s always telling me we’ll work it out. Maybe today’s the day,” he suggested, and you nodded slowly.

“That’s very optimistic of you,” you observed, and Dean grinned, shrugging and holding out his hands in nonchalance as he began to walk backwards from the room.

“What can I say, Y/N? I’m a new man!”

You blinked as the door fell shut behind Dean. Well, obviously your hex bag had worked. Maybe even a little too well, but at any rate, Dean being a little too happy was far preferable to the mental state he’d been in only the night prior. You allowed yourself a tiny smile - you were right. Being a witch wasn’t all bad.

After finishing your breakfast, it didn’t take you long to dress and search out the boys, who you eventually found in the library. The two of them were engrossed in the new mass of texts and scrolls spread over the desk.

“Cas bring more stuff?” you asked, running your fingers through your hair as you took a seat across from Sam and next to Dean.

“Yeah,” Dean replied. “He’s been diggin’ into an old stash of pre-Biblical lore. If we’re gonna find anything, it’ll be here.” He got to his feet, walking over to another pile of texts splayed out over a nearby table and rummaging through them.

“Not that we’ve had any luck so far,” Sam muttered, and you shot him a sympathetic smile that he eventually returned. “Have a good sleep?” he asked, and you shrugged.

“Nothing special - nothing compared to the sleep Dean apparently had, anyways,” you said, shooting a glance to the eldest Winchester, who was now pacing as he read, seemingly full of energy. Sam’s nodded incredulously.

“I’ll say. I mean, it’s great he’s feeling better, it’s just…” he trailed off.

“Just unexpected?” you finished, and Sam sighed, nodding. You shrugged. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Sammy,” you said, lips tilting in a smile. “It’s about time the tide turned.”

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I guess so,” he allowed. “Still, doesn’t make it any less weird how… jubilant he is.”

You shrugged again, resting your head in your palm as you opened a scroll and a dictionary, beginning to translate it into English. You were waiting for another headache to crash over you - they always seemed to be worse in the mornings. But, the longer you waited, the clearer your thoughts seemed to become. You frowned. That was weird. Good, but… weird.

Sam seemed to notice your confusion. “You okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, fine, just… no migraine today,” you told him, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. The boys were used to you going to lay down every few hours, rendered a slave to the throbbing in your skull.

“Well, good news all ‘round, then,” he said.

“Yeah. I guess so,” you murmured, shaking off your doubts as quickly as they arrived. Dean was happy, and you were happy - that was good enough for you.

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“Alright, I might head on a grocery run - fridge is getting pretty low,” you declared from the kitchen, but Dean was quick to interject.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll go!” he called. “It’s my turn, anyways.”

You shrugged, going back to the library with another cup of coffee in your hands. “Fine by me,” you said. Sam glanced at you for a moment, before looking to his brother.

“I’ll come, too. I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs,” he announced. “Besides, you never buy-”

“I refuse to eat your organic rabbit food, Sammy,” Dean snapped, though there was a playful glint in his eye. Sam rolled his eyes.

“It’s Sam,” he reminded his brother for the umpteenth time, but Dean airly waved away his protests.

Leaving you behind to research, the boys headed to the grocery store. Between the two of them, it only took them fifteen minutes or so to stock up on supplies. When the full bags were packed away in the Impala’s trunk, Dean grabbed Sam’s arm before he could slide into the passenger seat.

“Hey. There was, uh, something I wanted to talk to you about,” he said, and Sam immediately noticed the dissipation of Dean’s playful atmosphere. It would’ve been concerning if he hadn’t expected it - Dean’s cheerful demeanour couldn’t last forever.

“What is it?” he asked, moving around to lean against the glossy Impala door. Dean copied him, crossing his arms as he ducked his head. If Sam didn’t know better, he’d say his brother was… nervous.

“So, uh, it’s kinda about Y/N…” Dean stammered. “No, it- it is about Y/N.”

Sam looked at Dean expectantly, and the eldest Winchester exhaled sharply before continuing. “So, remember this morning, you asked if I’d had someone over last night…”

Sam’s eyes widened so dramatically Dean was shocked they hadn’t popped out of his skull. “You and Y/N?!” he exclaimed, and Dean quickly shook his head.

“No, no, of course not! Nothing like that. Well, something like that. Kinda that. But- no. We didn’t sleep together,” Dean eventually clarified, and Sam’s pounding heart slowed as he relaxed infinitesimally.

“Okay…” Sam said warily. “So… what about her?”

“Well, that got me thinking, and, I, uh… well, I’ve kinda been thinking of asking her out,” Dean said slowly, and Sam felt his stomach drop. He swallowed hard, keeping his expression neutral.

“Right. Okay. Is this… really the best time? I mean, with Amara out there…” he trailed off. Dean sighed.

“I know, I know… and I know I have some weird connection to her, but…” He sighed, an almost dreamlike smile sloping his lips. “I really care about her, Sammy. But she’s my best friend, and, well, with how I’ve been feeling lately… I never really thought I’d have a chance with her. But now... I haven’t felt this good in a long time, Sam. Maybe ever. And… I really think she and I could make it work. You gotta shoot your shot, right?”

“I thought you said you’d never get involved with anyone, in the life or not,” Sam said stiffly, memories panning back to the conversation he and Dean had shared in Baby one night not too long ago. Dean shrugged.

“Well, I guess you’re the one who put the idea in my head that night. You were the one saying it might be nice to find someone, someone who gets the life, gets what we do. And for me… I think that’s Y/N,” Dean confessed. Sam swallowed.

Yeah, but… that’s who I was thinking of, too! his brain protested, but he shook off the thoughts. “It sounds like you’ve already made up your mind,” Sam muttered. “Why are you talking to me about this?”

“I know you and her are close, too. I just wanted to check you guys don’t have some kind of… thing that I don’t know about,” Dean responded. “I mean, I wouldn’t wanna make things weird.”

Sam chuckled dryly. “No, we… there’s nothing going on,” he said, forcing a smile despite the aching in his chest. Dean grinned, clapping him on the back.

“Didn’t think so. Just had to check.”

Sam smiled tightly, but Dean seemed too thrilled to notice the pain in his brother’s eyes. The car ride back to the bunker was quiet, interrupted every so often by a cheerful comment from Dean. It was over quickly, and when they arrived home, Sam busied himself with the groceries.

Dean shot him a wink, heading to the library to seek out Y/N. Sam returned his smile weakly, and with a heavy heart, he watched his brother leave.

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almaasi · 5 years

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 14x17 “Game Night”

this was not 45 minutes of Dean playing Twister with Cas :/

04:22pm

if this isn’t 45 minutes of team free will 2.0 having a happy time in the bunker with all their alive hunter friends and family, playing board games, everyone whistling and whooping when cas takes off his coat to play twister with dean, i will be sorely disappointed

HOWEVER

/checks

it’s meredith glynn

so maybe it won’t be the pure, fun, gay plotless fantasy that i have in mind, but it’ll probably be well-written and emotional, which is aaaalmost as good

04:30

DEAN’S PLAYING MOUSETRAP

OKAY

04:31

[distant “soN OF A BITCH”]

yeah mousetrap is like that

we have one exactly the same, it’s from the 60s or something, it sometimes functions but mostly doesn’t

when the ball hops into the bucket and rolls down the slope, that’s my favourite part

04:37

WHY ARE THEY HAVING GAME NIGHT and drama WITHOUT CAS

WHERE IS CAS

THIS IS TOO MUCH

04:38

ahhh thank you ms glynn for immediately answering my question

she knew!!! she knew the only question everyone would be asking at that exact moment when nobody mentioned cas is WHERE IS CAS

and then she’s like “here have some cas”

thank

04:39

i want a gag reel of danneel and misha trying to do this scene

we don’t have anywhere near enough content of them together, interacting

04:41

cas getting earrings for anael/sister jo is so intriguing to me and i really like it for some reason

“lightly cursed”

jsdfd

04:43

paused and screenshotted because in this exact moment she looks uncannily like my doctor