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soaringeag1e · 6 months

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Escape {70} Final

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, A Tad Bit of Sadness, Fluff

Words: 2,114

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The cold weather wasn’t as extreme as it has been in the past, but today was definitely one of the nicest since the flowers had bloomed and the trees were filling out. A perfect day to have off work, especially with you.

You had wanted to go out and enjoy a nice lunch somewhere, preferably a place with outside seating so the two of you could enjoy the day, and Dean knew exactly where to go. It was a nice little place just up the street from the precinct, the balcony out back was blocked by trees, shielding everyone from the streets and giving a nice intimate setting. Plus, now that everything was filling out and the flowers were splashing the town with color, it was the best place to spend such a beautiful afternoon.

Between everything that has happened in the last year, from almost losing you to practically his own life ending in the hospital and then actually losing his best friend just to turn around and get married and then go back to work after calling it quits for awhile, this felt like the first time in a long time that Dean was able to take a solid breath and not have to rush off and do something else. Plus, looking across the table at you and seeing the way your hair shined under the rays of the sun and the way your eyes seemed so vibrant, he feels like he hasn’t been able to enjoy your beauty for awhile either. Something that tore at his heart a bit.

“You’re so beautiful.” he slips, saying it out loud when all he was doing was thinking it. When your eyes lock with his and your smile shines he has to remind himself to breathe. It’s like having a first date with you all over again, but now you’re his wife. Something he still can’t believe.

Your cheeks darken and your head ducks a bit as you try to hide the blush. You busy yourself with grabbing your napkin from the table and placing it in your lap and it seemed to be just in time too. Just as you did, the waitress came out with your dishes. You had ordered some pasta dish that Dean was now kind of regretting he didn’t get and he had fallen in his usual hole of ordering a juicy burger with extra onions.

“That looks good.” he comments, nodding towards your bowl before snatching a fry from his plate.

“You want to try some?” As you grab your fork and spear a bit of everything, Dean shakes his head, not wanting to steal your food from you. But you’re not taking no for an answer. Cradling your hand under the fork so as to not lose anything, you reach across the table so he can have a bite.

The second it lands on his tongue he’s in love. The flavor is ridiculous and he’s trying so hard to savor the bite. If his burger is half as good as your pasta, then he can’t wait to attack it.

“Good?” All Dean can do is make satisfied groans which of course makes you giggle, getting him to open his eyes again and look at you.

“So good.” he adds when he finally swallows the bite down. He takes another fry from his plate and then he is so ready to grab that burger and sink his teeth into it, but before he can pick it up, he catches another glimpse of you and it has him hold off for another moment. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” you answer with a bit of a startle, but you’re smiling. “Yeah, I’m fine.” A small chuckle comes from you, but Dean picks up the nervousness in it and his concern grows a bit more. “I um…I have something for you.” When you reach for your bag Dean is instantly trying to think of what you could possibly have for him, but the entire thing has caught him off guard. “I was going to wait until after we ate, but…” you pause as you struggle to remove whatever it is from your purse. “I just don’t think I can wait any longer.” you tell him as you hand off a thin square box.

He looks at it briefly before taking it from you, his mind racing on why you got him something. Did some special occasion pass? First date? Some new holiday that he didn’t know about? Was he about to be in the dog house for forgetting something important?

Slowly pulling at the ribbon, the string comes loose and he goes to lift the lid on the box. A card sits on top and it isn’t until he picks it up that he becomes even more confused.

Happy Father’s Day

He has to read over the words again, his heart racing a bit more as his brain begins to figure out why he’s getting this from you. He looks up to question you, but his eyes catch the next thing in the box before he can.

His hand trembles as he sets the card aside and then grabs the soft material. Lifting it, it unfolds and falls open to reveal blue stitches.

My Hero wears a badge

I call him Daddy

The little shirt could seriously be worn on his hand, it was so little. But his heart swelled and without realizing, tears sprung to his eyes.

Again, before he can acknowledge you, he sees another object in the box. A small black and white, grainy picture. No perfect outline of a baby yet, but seeing as you don’t even look pregnant he can only assume you’re not too far along.

“I would’ve told you earlier but I just didn’t know how to. I’m sorry.” you finally speak, making his emotions a little more fierce. He nods lightly, gnawing on his bottom lip as he tries to hold it all in. “That’s why I’ve been so exhausted lately.” you giggle and that’s when Dean gets out of his chair and comes around to you. His hands lightly pull on yours and pull you up from your seat and that’s when he wraps his arms around you. His lips find your cheek and he just holds you for a minute before whispering.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” That’s when he pulls away, his eyes glistening but his smile beaming even brighter. He seems like he wants to say something, but it just doesn’t come out, so he just leans in and kisses you instead.

You’re not sure how long it lasted, but he rested his forehead against yours, telling you how happy he was and how much he loved you before his phone went off. He wanted to ignore it, but you could tell by the regret in his eyes that he just couldn’t.

“Just give me a sec, okay?” You give him a nod of understanding, taking your seat again as he steps away and giving himself privacy.

A heavy breath releases from your chest, one of relief since you’ve been holding this in for so long. At least it felt like a long time. You hated keeping it from him, but you just weren’t sure how to tell him and you just couldn’t stop overthinking it.

Watching Dean pace around while talking on the phone, you eventually get your own alert on your phone. You catch a glimpse of the text before it clears from your screen, smiling softly when you see that Sarah was checking in on you. She had been keeping up with you of course, being your confidant with all this and she knew how nervous you were for not only telling Dean but for what the future held for you now that you were pregnant. Being a first time mom and not planning on it, it definitely freaked you out. But she was definitely a great rock for you up to this point.

How’s it goin?

Another breath of relief leaves your body, taking some more stress with it as you text her back.

Wonderful

2 Years Later

The chill in the air was almost comforting so Dean was in no hurry to get back to the car. Looking over the engraved letters and numbers, memories flashed in his brain. Some happy and others not so much. He tried not to think back to the last day Eddie was on this earth, but it was hard not to. Seeing that date, he just remembered looking for you and then knowing that while he was dying on the ground in the barn, Eddie was out in the woods, protecting you.

Little scuffles got him clearing his throat and quickly wiping at his eyes before looking over and smiling at the toddler waddling in his direction. Walking was a skill that was mastered about a year prior, but being so little, walking through thick damp grass was something the little one took a bit slower.

“Hey, buddy.” His little arms reached out for his dad, making all three smiles grow. But the little one only remained in his dads arms briefly before moving over to the stone sticking up from the ground. His little hands grabbed the rocky top and he held on for a minute before he laid his head down on it, almost like he was giving the stone a hug,

Dean's heart exploded with happiness and a small amount of heartbreak. There wasn’t a day that went by that Dean didn’t wish Eddie was there to work alongside him again and then after his son was born, he wished he was there to be another loving uncle in his life. But this was the closest the two would get to each other and that's what hurt him the most.

“Awe. You giving uncle Eddie a hug?” you say with a smile, walking up to the two boys. Dean looks up, his smile growing as he looks you over. Your hand runs over your slightly swollen belly as you grin at your son who is now wrapping his little arms around the top of the stone. “That’s so sweet.” It’s then that the boy pulls away, but only enough to now kiss the rock. It was definitely hard for Dean to hold himself together then, but he did. “Yep. We love you, huh?” When you squat down next to Dean, your son walks up to you, letting you take him in your arms while the three of you visit your fallen friend. A few minutes go by when your hand runs over Dean’s back and you smile at him.

“We’ll wait for you in the car?” Dean slowly nods, smiling at the two of you. “Okay. Come on, sweetie. Let’s give daddy a minute.” As you get to your feet, the boy leans over your shoulder, watching his dad while you both walk away.

“I wish you were here.” Dean finally whispers. His eyes still on you as you buckle your son in his carseat. “It’s weird because he reminds me of you.” he says as he turns back to the stone, a soft chuckle escaping him. “At first I thought it was just because we named him after you, but…that’s not it. Makes me wonder if you’re watching over him more than I think.” he laughs again and then takes a breath. “Well,” he says, wiping the dirt off the base of the stone. “Happy birthday, man.”

Looking over his friends name one more time, Dean gets to his feet, holding onto the stone for balance at first, but for comfort after the fact. His hand pats the rigid rock, taking another moment before walking away and heading for the car.

Dean made it a priority to go and see Eddie’s grave every week. It’s just what he thought his friend deserved, especially after what he had done for you. But if a holiday rolled around, sometimes that one trip would turn to two.

Dean felt like that’s the least he could do. He felt like he owed him his own life because if it wasn’t for him Dean would have lost you and he would have never gotten married, never had his gorgeous son and never would be living the perfect life he was right now. He had everything he ever dreamed of and it was because of Eddie that he had it.

There was no way he could repay Eddie for saving you that terrible night, but he definitely didn’t let a day go by where he didn’t talk to his friend and thank him for what he did and he never would.

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dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy · 1 month

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so i am actually alive :D

i come back temporarily with a question that i need answered from the experts, OGs, die-hards of supernatural because im stumped.

Are Sam and Dean waiters or back of house cooks. I need to hear explanations on why you think so as well.

(Personally, i think dean could be both but sam is a waiter)

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #spn incorrect quotes #tumblr polls #supernatural x reader #winchester #dean #castiel #cas #dean au #supernatural au

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talesmaniac89 · 2 years

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Limelight Masterlist

A Dean x Reader Social Media AU

Pairing: CEO!Dean x Journalist!Reader

Summary: The workaholic and media shy CEO of Winchester Inc, Dean Winchester, is forced to try online dating by his friends. What will happen when he swipes right on (Y/N), who is working on a series on online dating for her magazine?

Warnings: Red dating flags, Exes, frustration and misunderstandings

Watch the trailer here

Chapter 1 - Adventures in Online Dating

Chapter 2 - Workaholic Incorporated

Chapter 3 - Greenlit & Grumbling

Chapter 4 - Waxing Poetic and Idiotic

Chapter 5 – You have a Match

Chapter 6 – Mr. Right and Mr. Totally Wrong

Chapter 7 – Every Fairy Tale’s Got a Wicked Witch

Chapter 8 – No Strings Attached

Chapter 9 – Vague or Vogue

Chapter 10 – Assassin or just an ass?

Chapter 11 – Freaking out for dummies

Chapter 12 – Who you gonna call?

Chapter 13 – Panic, but make it Fashion

Chapter 14 – Off the Record

Chapter 15 – A guide to dating as a workaholic

Chapter 16 – It’s not stalking – it’s research

Chapter 17 – 15 Minutes of Fame

Chapter 18 - Putting the “lousy” in jealousy

Chapter 19 – Clear the Air (Coming Mar 3rd)

Chapter 20 – It's Just a Prank Bro (Coming Mar 10th)

....And much much more planned for future months!

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spnfanficpond · 8 months

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Hello,

I’m reaching out with help finding a fic that I lost. It’s an AU Dean x reader. Dean, head of Winchester inc. recently broke up with his fiancé and needs a stand so that his father hands over his shares of the company. So Dean convinces the reader to be his fiancé and then wife until he can get his fathers shares.

Other information the reader has a daughter and the reader agrees in order to give a better life for her.

Like an fool I forgot to save story 🤦‍♀️. If anyone can help me find it I would greatly appreciate it!!

Admin Michelle here! THIS RANG A BELL. So, I searched my blog and found it! It's Light My Fire by @smol-and-grumpy!!

Such an excellent fic. *swoon*

#michelle answers #fic rec #dean winchester #dean x reader #reader insert #series #dean series #au fic #dean au

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rizlowwritessortof · 2 years

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Cowboy Rescue - Part 1

I have had this WIP going for AGES. I’ve finally decided that maybe if I start posting chapters, it might drive me to get it completed. (It’s complete in my head, but just getting the words down... that’s another story) I’m going to post a chapter at a time, once a week (working on the 4th, and there will probably be a total of 5 and probably an epilogue) and a fic master list once it’s done. I hope you enjoy it!

Cory makes an impulsive decision to drive from Tulsa, Oklahoma, to Montana, accepting an invitation from an old boyfriend, hoping to put closure to their failed long-distance relationship. When circumstances leave her lost in the Montana countryside in the blizzard of the century, local rancher Dean Winchester comes to her rescue. He is far too tempting to resist, but is she getting herself into just another hopeless long-distance situation?

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 2839

Warnings: None. Fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut.

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics - thank you, Daisy!

Cory fought the steering wheel, trying to regain control, but her little SUV headed straight for the ditch. A cloud of white engulfed her as the front end completely disappeared into a huge drift, the back end sliding slowly farther in as it settled and sank into the ever-deepening snow.

“Fuck!” She slammed her hands against the wheel, throwing her head back against the seat in frustration. Now what was she going to do?

Worst day ever. First of all, the bridge on the main highway was out due to an ice jam that had damaged it, and the detour took her into a maze of gravel roads that soon had her lost. Then this unexpected blizzard, slowly worsening to the point of zero visibility, and now her car was buried in this frigid hell and she had no idea where she was. She picked up her cell phone, not surprised at all to see ‘no service’ on the screen.

“Of course. I always wanted to freeze to death in the wilderness of Montana.” A baleful glare aimed at the sky, she shouted, “If you wanted to kill me, why didn’t you just drop a meteor on my head!”

She shut off the engine, glancing at the fuel gauge. The tank was about three quarters full, so at least there was that. She’d have to bundle up and make sure the tailpipe was clear of snow so she didn’t gas herself, but she could run the heater intermittently to keep from freezing, at least. The emergency kit in the trunk had water and candles, protein bars, all the necessities for survival, but it would definitely not be fun.

She was deep in thought, preparing herself for the trip outside to grab her supplies and clear the exhaust, when a pounding on her door made her shriek in fright. Heart hammering in her chest, she peered out into the snow to see the dark silhouette of a rather large person looming outside her window. She could make out a muffled man’s voice as he shouted to be heard through her car door. “Are you hurt?”

She squinted her eyes, looking out in his direction, and shaking her head. “No, not hurt. Just stuck.”

He nodded, and spoke again. “Well, bundle up, you can ride with me to my place, it’s just down the road.”

“Oh, thank you!” she replied, relief flooding through her. She grabbed her gloves and stocking cap, wrapped her scarf around her neck, and took a deep breath before opening the door. It would barely move, and the man outside took hold to force it open far enough for her to slide out. “Thank you!” she shouted again, her voice almost lost in the howling wind.

They got the door closed again, and she locked it, shoving the keys deep into her coat pocket. The snow was mid-thigh high on her, and she gratefully took the man’s hand, letting him help pull her up to the road. It was still deep, but at least she could navigate somewhat, and she looked around for his vehicle.

“This way,” he yelled, and she followed him a few yards, then stopped dead in her tracks.

“That’s a horse!”

“Yep!” he answered. “Nothing with four wheels is gettin’ around in this mess.”

Okay, maybe freezing in her car wasn’t all that bad, she thought in a panic. She followed him closer, watching as he effortlessly climbed onto the animal’s back. “I don’t know how to ride a horse,” she yelled, her voice mostly lost in the storm.

“It’s okay, I do.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice, and she blushed, not that he could see it. “Here, give me your hand. Put your left foot up in the stirrup and just boost yourself up, swing your leg over. I’ll help you.” She grasped his large hand in both of hers, and after a couple of false starts, she launched herself upward with his help, managing to straddle the huge animal behind her benefactor. “Now, scoot up close behind me and put your arms around my waist. We don’t have too far to go.”

She did as she was told, thankful that his broad back blocked most of the wind from her face, and she held on for dear life as he urged the horse forward. “How can you even see where we’re going?” she shouted, completely disoriented by the swirling white around them.

“I can’t very well, but don’t worry. Whiskey knows her way home.”

She was sheltered from most of the wind, but in the ten to fifteen minutes it took them to reach his place, she was shivering uncontrollably from the bitter cold. He urged the horse forward until they stood right in front of the large barn, then turned slightly to speak again. “Okay, just take hold again, step in the stirrup, and I’ll help you get down. We’ll have to go in the barn for a couple of minutes so I can take care of the horse, then I’ll get you inside. It’s warm in here,” he promised. She let go of his waist, taking his proffered hand and slipping down sideways until her foot could reach the stirrup. He held her securely until she was on the ground, then swung down himself, reaching for the reins to guide the horse inside.

She followed, pulling the big door closed behind them, instantly grateful for the barn heater up high on the wall, keeping the interior livable for the animals inside. There were a couple more horses in stalls farther in, and empty stalls on the other side. “Can I help with something?” she asked, rubbing her hands together and looking up into his face, what she could see of it. The collar of his shearling coat was pulled up, his cowboy hat securely in place and his eyes were barely visible above a snow-crusted bandanna.

“Yeah, that storage closet right there? Can you hand me a couple of towels?”

She nodded, grabbing two of the big, fluffy towels from a shelf and handing them over. He proceeded to rub his horse down, drying her off and warming her up, and Cory could hear him talking softly to her as he worked. “Good girl, Whiskey,” he said as he finished up, reaching deep in his pocket for a couple of sugar cubes. “You deserve a treat. You got us home safe.” Whiskey nickered in reply, nudging her nose into his shoulder before ducking her head to nibble the sugar from his gloved hand. He turned to lift the lid on a wooden container nearby and scooped some oats into the feeding trough, then gave the animal a final pat and left the stall, latching it securely behind him. He turned to face Cory, nodding his head towards the house. “Okay, let’s get you inside.”

She followed closely behind him, still blinded by the swirling snow, and he pulled off a glove, reaching down deep into the pocket of his jeans for the key. He switched on a light as they stepped into the house, and she breathed a sigh of relief at the warmth. “You can hang your stuff up there, I’ll find you something dry to put on.”

Cory removed her outer layers, amazed at the amount of snow clinging to them, and took off her boots, brushing the snow from the legs of her jeans onto the rug by the door. A shiver ran through her, and she turned to face her rescuer as he kicked his boots off. “Thank you again. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come by. I was just planning to get my emergency stuff from the trunk and clear the exhaust pipe so I could keep from completely freezing to death, but it would have been miserable.”

“I’m glad I saw you go in the ditch, otherwise I might’ve missed you.” He stood, setting his boots next to the door, and turned to look at her with a smile. Her breath caught for a moment as she stared back at him, stunned into silence as she took in his appearance, finally remembering to smile back. He was a breathtaking specimen of a man, tall and lean, his green eyes crinkled at the corners, his tongue darting out over his perfectly-shaped lips, which were framed by a well-trimmed beard. He ran his fingers through his hat-tousled hair, and she forced herself to breathe and respond.

“Well, thank you again for the cowboy rescue.” He laughed, and she grinned back at him. “Hey, you picked me up on a horse, so… it fits. I’m Cory, by the way. Cory Tate.”

“Dean Winchester. Cowboy rescue. Nice. So – let me go find you some dry clothes.” He disappeared through a doorway, returning shortly with some folded garments in hand. “Sorry, these are gonna be way too big for you, but at least they’ll get you by until yours can dry out. There’s a shower in the guest room, if you want to take a hot shower.”

“That sounds awesome, thank you. Which way?”

Dean pointed to a doorway. “Down that hall, second door. I’m gonna go shower, then I can rustle us up some food. Maybe a drink.” He winked, then turned to head back towards his room.

Cory stood in front of the mirror in the guest room, feeling like a child wearing her daddy’s clothes. The sweat pants he had given her were miles too long, and she had tucked and rolled them as much as she could manage, but the waist was another issue. The sweatshirt was huge, but she didn’t mind that as much, as long as she could keep the pants up. Maybe Dean had a safety pin somewhere she could borrow. His socks were way too big as well, but at least her feet were warm.

She peered out the door timidly, then stepped out, one hand holding the pants up, and let her eyes wander around the room. The house was beautiful, old but obviously well-cared-for. The glow of real polished oak and gleaming hardwood floors gave it a warmth that she admired, a far cry from her cold, neutral color apartment. A large stone fireplace, fire just beginning to crackle and pop, took up a big portion of one wall, and a comfy-looking sofa sat nearby, a gorgeous woven rug and large coffee table completing the cozy area.

She heard a sound from the next room and ventured further, stepping through the doorway into a large, homey kitchen. Dean was just putting a skillet on the stove, and turned to face her as she shuffled in. A little burst of laughter escaped before he clamped his lips shut, his eyes shining with suppressed mirth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh, but you are drowning in my clothes.”

Cory joined in, blushing a little. “Well, I could really use a safety pin, if you have one. Or a belt? I feel like I’m going to walk right out of these pants.”

“Sorry I don’t have anything that would fit you better. Hang on, I’ll grab the belt from my robe, that should work.” He left her there alone for a moment, returning with the belt, and she took it gratefully, turning her back to get it in place, much more comfortable now that her – well, his – pants wouldn’t wind up around her ankles.

“Thank you! This is so much better. I still look like a little kid playing dress-up, but...”

Dean laughed again, grabbing a carton of eggs from the fridge. “I promise, tomorrow I’ll take the snowmobile out and bring your bags from the car. So, omelets okay with you? I’ve got bacon, mushrooms, cheese, onions – whatever you want in it.”

“That sounds amazing. I didn’t realize how hungry I am. Can I help cut veggies or anything?” Soon she was perched on a bar stool next to the island, chopping onion and cutting up mushrooms while Dean whisked the eggs. Her eyes kept roaming as she worked, watching the play of muscle in his back beneath the soft ivory henley he was wearing. And his sweat pants fit him much better than they fit her. Much, much better. She mentally shook her head at herself and tried to focus on the task at hand before she cut off her own finger.

“So, Cory – where are you from?” Dean asked, pouring eggs into a skillet.

“Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’ve lived there for a couple of years now. I grew up in South Dakota, though.”

“What the hell brought you to Montana in the middle of a blizzard?” he asked, tending to the bacon, which was making her stomach growl.

She laughed. “Well, mostly stupidity. Kind of a long story...”

“I got no place to go,” he said, shooting her a grin over his shoulder.

“Okay, you asked for it,” she smiled back. “So, I dated this guy for – well, pretty much from the time I moved into Tulsa. A couple of months ago, he got a job in Billings, and that was that. We did the whole ‘we’ll visit each other’ thing, but – never happened, and the phone calls died pretty quickly, too. But last week he called me, said there was a party – tonight, actually – with some new work friends he’d met, and he invited me to come up.” Cory slipped off the bar stool and took the plate of chopped veggies over to Dean, who began to add them to the eggs cooking on the stove. She leaned back against the counter and continued. “I debated, because obviously, neither of us was desperately dying without the other, you know? But I decided, if I just came up here, and it felt like it was over, then I could just close that chapter and move on. I mean, I could have anyway, but – since he called… I don’t know. See? Stupid.”

He smiled over at her. “No, not stupid. Nothing wrong with making sure before you close the door. I get it.”

“Well, obviously I’m not going to make it to the party, so…”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Oh, well. Everything happens for a reason, right?”

When the food was finished, Dean handed her a plate and pointed to a nearby drawer. “Silverware’s in there. Want to eat in front of the fireplace? I usually do, but we can go to the dining room if you want...”

“No, that sounds great. I wish I had one at home. I always loved our fireplace when I was growing up.”

They carried their plates with them into the living room and settled in on the large sofa, and Cory sighed contentedly. “This is nice. So – your turn, I spilled my love life, so it’s only fair,” she teased with a smile. She took a bite of her omelet and closed her eyes with an appreciative “Mmmm. This is amazing.”

Dean grinned. “Thanks. Being really hungry makes everything taste better.” He finished a bite from his own plate before speaking again. “So, love life. At the moment, I don’t have one.”

“I can’t believe there’s not someone out there dying to be Mrs. Dean Winchester.”

“I’ve dated a couple of women over the last two years. The first one for over a year, but when I finally brought her out here – let’s just say the shine wore off fast. She was definitely not up for country life. She was too afraid of breaking a nail or getting dirty to do anything, and she hated the animals. They were too big and they smelled bad.”

“Oh, no...”

“Yeah. And the next one – all she wanted to do was go out. Clubs, restaurants, theaters, shopping - she always wanted to do something noisy and crowded and expensive. I don’t mind spending money, don’t get me wrong, but – I like to just sit and watch the stars sometimes, or take a walk, be somewhere I can hear myself think. I finally came to the conclusion that it takes a special kind of woman to want to live this kind of life. It’s not for everybody. Definitely wasn’t for those two.”

They chatted as they finished their food, and Dean laughed softly as Cory yawned. “Sorry. Guess I’m more exhausted than I realized.”

“Here, I’ll take your plate. Go, get some sleep. If you need more blankets, there are extras in that chest at the foot of the bed.”

She gave him a grateful smile as she stood. “Dean, thank you. For the rescue, and the hospitality. I wish I could repay you.”

He responded with a crooked smile, shaking his head. “No need. It’s been nice to have somebody to talk to.” He watched as she headed for the bedroom. “Sleep well. Yell if you need something.”

“Thanks, Dean. Good night.”

He watched her disappear down the hall, then smiled to himself as he grabbed their dishes and headed for the kitchen.

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#cowboy rescue #part 1 #dean fic #dean au #rancher!dean #dean x oc #dean x cory #no smut in this part

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 2 years

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Frustrations

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Summary: Dean fucked you like he never had in your life. It felt unreal. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Squares: Wet Dreams for @spnaubingo // Dream!AU for @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo // Warnings: +18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, hard sex, public sex, wet dreams, priest!Dean, Alternative Universe Word Count: 600 A/N: By clicking Keep Reading you are stating that you're 18 OR OLDER, meaning that I'm not taking responsibility for your media consumption. Also, big shoutout to my mama @writercole for helping me <3

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Dean was mad, furious, you could see it because of the way he was gripping Baby's wheel, his knuckles were white.

He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and got out, fuming.

You looked at him from inside of the car, you knew why he was acting like this. He was mad at you, pissed off at your actions.

If it wasn't for you, he probably would be dead. You saved his life, why was he so mad?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You asked going to the front of the Impala

Dean turned around and faced you, "what's wrong with me? You had one job!!"

You could feel the heat and anger emanating from his body, he was pissed off. You should be angry too but the way his nostrils were flaring with anger, his clenched jaw, the way he fisted his hands and released them, you were turned on, and you were more than ready to push his buttons and see the outcome.

"Now is it my fault that you are alive?!"

As if he was possessed, he turned you around and bent you over the hood of the car. You gasped at his action but your body reacted immediately.

In a swift motion, Dean had opened your pants and had a hand already touching you, making you squirm.

"I told you to stay back," he whispered in your ear with gritted teeth. He moved your panties aside, humming at the feel of how wet you were, his other hand caressed your body from your waist up to your neck making you arch your back and he inserted his finger even deeper, "but still, you didn't listen" he growled, thrusting his finger.

He stopped thrusting with his finger and snaked his free hand under your t-shirt to pinch your nipples. While you were being distracted, Dean pushed his cock deep inside you and started thrusting without warning.

At the sudden intrusion, you felt completely full, with each thrust you could feel how he was arranging your insides. The way he stretches every time he thrust, it’s a blind line between pain and pleasure, it’s so blind that you don’t know where starts one and where ends the other. Dean had never fucked you like this. It felt surreal.

He then brought one of his hands to your neck pulling your body towards his, making his thrusts even deeper, hitting that deep G-spot you didn't know existed in your body.

The overstimulation was too much for you to handle, you knew that when the orgasm hit you, it was going to be your end.

Suddenly, Dean stopped thrusting. He removed the hand from your neck and turned you around, so you were facing him with your open legs and your back over the hood of the car. This time, when he penetrated you, the thrusts were slower, much slower than before. Every movement of his dragging hips sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you squirm under him.

The orgasm started to build up again, you could feel the intensity when you were about to come, and then, your eyes flashed open. "Nooooo" you exclaimed frustrated.

"Come on, darling, get up or we are going to be late for church," you sighed. That dream left you wet and frustrated, you were in much need of a cold shower.

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My Only Sunshine (Chapter 4)

(Y/N) tossed and turned. Restless as she tried to sleep.

She woke immediately as Dean opened the door during his perimeter check before going to bed himself. Jumping in the bed, she prompted a hushed apology from him which she only nodded to before lying back down to face away from him.

She had dozed in and out of sleep, but had yet to truly find rest.

Every time she closed her eyes all she could think about was a car coming up the driveway.

Guns.

Benny running towards them.

Dean standing between them and her.

None of it being enough… dying only minutes after they would.

Letting Sam down.

Letting down all of the families of those girls.

So instead she tossed and turned some more before finally looking over to the clock.

4 am.

She decided this was enough and threw the blankets off of her before exiting the bedroom, finding a woman standing in the kitchen, cooking.

“Hi.” She mumbled. A little surprised at the sight and delicious smell in front of her.

“Hi, you must be (Y/N).” The woman smiled as she wiped her hands on a towel and walked around the counter with one of them stretched out towards her. (Y/N) shook her hand politely and nodded.

“Yes ma’am. Does that make you the famous Jody?”

“It does.” She chuckled. “Although I reserve the right to deny any and everything you’ve heard from the mouths of these guys.”

“All good things.” (Y/N) promised as she stepped forward following Jody back towards the stove. “Anything I can help with?”

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.” She sighed. “Figured I might as well get up at this point. I’ll take a nap later or something.”

“I’m sorry I scared you earlier. With zero comms we can’t really call ahead that we’re coming.”

“It’s okay, I’m just glad it was you.”

“I’ve finished the gumbo. Got a pot of vegetable soup on now. There is a casserole in the fridge that just needs to be put in the oven for an hour anytime you guys need, it’s good for the next few days. Freeze whatever’s left and it’ll be good for a few weeks or so.”

“Wow, Jody. That’s so nice of you… here I thought Benny was above and beyond with his famous tea.”

“That boy...” Jody shook her head. “He’s a good one. They all are really. The brother’s though, they take up a special little corner in my heart.”

“Yeah. They are.” She agreed. “Sam seems like a really amazing person. He was the only one who gave me a chance. Who believed me. I don’t even wanna think about where I’d be without him.”

“Sam has the people skills. Dean has the instincts. I mean they both can read people, but Sam just KNOWS people. If he calls it, I’ll never go against him.” Jody nods.

“I haven’t heard from him since we got here, do you know if he’s made any progress with the case?”

“Dean hasn’t talked to you about it?”

“Asked me some questions yesterday. Said it wasn’t an interrogation, but that the answers could be helpful.”

“That’s true.” Jody sighed.

“He’s not telling me something, huh?”

Jody leaned back against the counter and tossed the towel over her shoulder as her eyes narrowed in slightly on the young woman. She chewed on her lip as she thought about how she wanted to answer the question she knew she probably shouldn’t.

“He’s worried that we don’t have enough to make the impact Sam want’s.” Jody admitted quietly.

“What? Why not?” (Y/N) asked confused. “I gave him everything from the dinners, all the photos.”

“Yes, but photos don’t prove much other than they had dinner.”

“Shit.” (Y/N) sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “I thought he had evidence to go to trial.”

“He does, but a good lawyer could wiggle outta this one. Dean doesn’t wanna let this go to trial until we’re sure it’s bulletproof.”

“So what can I do?”

“Just… do what he asks.” Jody shrugs. “He’ll tell you if he needs something. Sam too. They’re smart. They’ll figure it out.”

“You really love them huh?”

“I do.” Jody smiled as she turned back to the counter where she had been tinkering on and off, then she turned back and put a small bowl of soup in front of (Y/N). “It’ll help with the restless nerves. Promise.”

“You’re a mom, huh?” (Y/N) smiled softly as she picked up the spoon.

Jody smiled back sadly before looking down at her feet.

“I was.”

“Oh.. Jody. I’m so sor-“

“It was a long time ago. The boys got me through some tough times, let me mother them from time to time when I just really needed it… they lost their mom at a really young age. Sometimes I think we just needed each other.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah… lost their dad about 5 years ago. He was on the job. SWAT hostage situation went south, John went in for the hostage, and they both were lost.”

“Dean. That’s why he wanted to do SWAT, huh?”

“He always wanted to make John proud, John was hard on him… ya know? And I- I don’t know why I keep rambling. Must be the long night. It’s been a while since I’ve done night rotations.” Jody giggled. “I get all chatty when I get with a woman being surrounded by all these men all the damn time. Besides. They seem to like you.”

“Sam maybe.” (Y/N) raised her eyebrows as she sipped at her soup.

“Dean’s a different kind of creature. Trust me, if he didn’t like you. You’d know it.”

“I’m pretty sure we got off on the wrong foot, he seems like a first impressions kinda guy. Not much I can do to change that now. I guess as long as he doesn’t hate me I’ll be happy with that.”

Jody giggled to herself, a knowing glint in her eye that (Y/N) seemed to be oblivious to. It was obvious to her the way Dean rushed to check on the girl when she arrived, and the disappointment he had after seeing how afraid she had been… he cared.

The way he spoke about her safety, and the concerns he had. She knew then that this was more than just a typical assignment for Dean… sure. Maybe she could chalk that up to it being such a personal case and it being so important to Sam but she knew the look on his face was one she had seen only once before.

Lisa.

Rotten woman.

“Well, finish up, and make yourself comfortable on the couch. If you doze off then take a nap and if not then the TV is all yours. I’m gonna start on breakfast soon.”

“Jody…”

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I really appreciate it, the soup… the talk… you being here to protect me, help me. All of it.”

“Anytime, that’s my job.” Jody winked as she patted the gun on her hip and turned back to the stove.

…..

Dean woke to the aroma of coffee and something sweet… cinnamon maybe? Maple? Either way he looked over at the clock and realized it was an hour and a half past time for his perimeter rounds.

“Shit.” He grumbled jumping up out of bed and rushing for the door.

He threw it open and the sight before him stopped him in his tracks.

(Y/N) was asleep on the couch, covered by a soft blanket. Jody was standing in the kitchen, wide eyed taking in the sight of him in a t-shirt and boxers with frazzled hair and sleep still plastered on his face as he tried to adjust to the bright lights coming in through the window. He looked between (Y/N) and the kitchen once more as he realized there was French toast, bacon, fresh coffee, and eggs laid out on the table waiting for them.

“Uhh… you gonna get dressed first or what? Cause that’s kinda awkward.” Jody gave him a raised eyebrow. Dean instantly looked down to his morning wood and moved to cover it before retreating to his room. He quickly ran to the bathroom and rushed his already brief morning routine before stepping back out now dressed with his weapon holstered in the back of his jeans.

“What the hell happened to my alarms?”

“I turned them off.” Jody smiled as she set a cup of coffee down in the chair he moved to sit in.

“Why?!”

“Because I had everything under control, she was awake and in the living room with me, and you needed the rest.”

“Dammit Jody… we needed to do a perimeter check.”

“I did. I walked it. She stayed here with you, the doors were locked. She knew to wake you if I wasn’t back in exactly 4 minutes.”

“So she just so happened to be up and cheery at 5:15 this morning?” Dean asked skeptically looking over to her.

“She got up a little before 4:30… well she got out of bed. She hadn’t really slept all night. She finally fell asleep about 20 minutes ago, so I’d rather not wake her if you don’t mind.”

Dean chewed on the inside of his cheek as he stared at the couch where she slept soundly. Her hair was pulled up in a sloppy knot on the top of her head, and her sweater hung off her shoulder. Her legs were drawn up and her entire body leaned against the side of the couch. He knew she couldn’t be that comfortable and would be stiff if she slept there for too long… how could she sleep with the noise of people in and out? She’d be better off in her quiet room where she could actually rest.

“We oughta carry her to bed, Jody. That can’t be comfortable.”

“I think she couldn’t sleep because she didn’t want to be alone, Dean.” Jody told him with a knowing glare. “Leave her there, she’s fine.”

“She needs to eat something.”

“She ate soup.”

“At 430?” Dean deadpanned.

“It’s never a bad time for my soup, you know this.” Jody teased him. He rolled his eyes but could push the playful smile off his face. “She’s a sweet girl, really. It’s a shame she’s in a mess like this. You’re right… she has no idea what’s after her, Dean.”

“I know.” Dean sighed heavily as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“She’s asking questions too. She wants to talk to Sam soon.”

“Yeah, I don’t blame her. She’s not gotten many answers… just more questions.”

“She’s not stupid.”

“How could she not have seen it then, Jody?” Dean shook his head. It was the single most perplexing thing about her in his mind. She obviously wasn’t a stupid woman. She was bright. She was charismatic. He was sensing she had ambition and a stubborn streak too. It just didn’t settle with him that she couldn’t have known… so could she still be lying to them?

No.

There’s not a hint of a lie on her face when he speaks to her.

“I have a couple of theories. Overtime maybe we’ll find out more and we’ll understand as we get to know her better.” Jody assured him.

“What time is Bobby coming?”

“I told him last night to come around lunch, I’d have a plate ready for him.”

“I’m sure he loved that.” Dean snorted as he admired the breakfast he lifted onto his fork and shoveled towards his mouth, a slight moan of satisfaction before another bite.

“Yes, well as I told her, there’s a few things in the fridge that are ready to heat and eat. Directions are on the fridge.”

“Thank you.” Dean grinned.

“So what do we need to dig up to get Sam his trial, and get this girl her life back?”

“A miracle.”

…..

(Y/N) began to stir as footsteps moved past her. She nuzzled herself farther into the side of the couch and fought not to give into her brain pulling her out of her slumber, wanting to sleep a little longer. A chill ran down her exposed legs to between her shorts and low cut socks. She pulled her blanket around her tighter and pushed her feet against something warm, sliding them underneath the source and humming contently.

A chuckle caught her attention.

Suddenly she was more awake, her eyes shooting open and landing on Dean who sat on the other end of the couch where she had been sleeping. He wore an amused grin, and she swore that if she had a thought on her mind, it would have left her at that exact moment due to the sheer beauty in that grin.

It was bright and playful as he licked his bottom lip slightly.

“You just like sleeping on my couches?” He teased her.

Before she responded she slightly curled her toes and realized they were buried under his heavy and warm thigh, causing her to swallow the words that were fixing to leave her mouth. He didn’t move to stand or push them away… so she left them as her eyes pulled back up to his. Something bold overtaking her in the midst of her hazy mind.

“I would have picked your bed, but you look like a cover hog.” She shot back with a sleepy grin.

“Says the girl who just buried her cold feet under my leg.” He challenged with the ghost of a smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth.

Instead of responding she chuckled as she wiggled her toes and pushed them a little further and turned her body inwards towards the couch more to snuggle against it for warmth.

“Are you cold?” He asked at a low volume, his eyes still on her as she looked over to him once more. She nodded; afraid words would stutter as she lost herself in his stare. She expected him to stand and throw a blanket her way, or maybe suggest she quit being lazy and get dressed… she almost couldn’t stop her lips from parting slightly as his hand reached out and slid up the bottom of the blanket where her legs were partially exposed.

He rubbed his hand up and down her calves, providing friction with the intention of giving her warmth.

It warmed her… but not from the friction.

Her body instantly warmed under his touch.

“Thanks.” She whispered looking up to him, but his gaze was back on the TV where he was now watching some movie or show she had never seen. Not responding to her verbally, but continuing to move his hand up and down, leaving her feet buried under his thick and heavy leg where heat radiated off of him.

(Y/N) noted he was dressed in a simple black t-shirt and some jeans. He left his hand on her leg, even after it stilled… but he never once turned his gaze back on her or pushed for more conversation.

He baffled her.

So cold, and then giving the warmest of sensations before returning to his rather chilled behaviors. While they weren’t exactly rude, they were certainly professional at most, and she would even go as far as to call him standoff-ish.

Yet, she found herself willing to lay on this couch all day if it meant he’d keep his hand against her.

“Lunch will be up in 30 minutes.”

Jody’s voice pulled both of their attention, and Dean’s hand, from where it was resting. (Y/N) finally pulled herself to sit up and stretched her arms forward, rolling her neck side to side before standing.

Dean tried to force himself not to watch as she stood and twisted her body from side to side to pull her stiff muscles loose again, but his efforts were clearly in vain. He couldn’t stop his eye from training themselves on the black shorts riding up her thighs, and hugging in all the right ways from where she stood in front of him… almost as if she knew what she was doing.

“I guess I should get up and get dressed.” She mumbled before stepping forward. Dean watched her walk away, but she paused as she hit the hallway and stopped to look at him. He was quick to make sure his eyes were drawn upwards to meet hers. “Thanks again, for the body heat.”

“Sure.” He nodded casually with a small grin.

Jody shook her head and chuckled to herself… turning and finding Dean glaring at her over the back of the couch. She held her hands up in defense before turning back to the stove and biting her lip to hold back the other half of her laughter.

As (Y/N) made her way back out to the living room and kitchen Jody was laying food out on the table, and Dean was watching an old truck pull up down the drive way.

“Well I’ll be damned… look he dragged up.” Dean mumbled. (Y/N) Looked up curiously as Dean walked over to the front door and leaned against the open doorway. She expected a man to enter and greet Dean, but what she didn’t expect was to see Sam right behind that man as he greeted Dean with a hug, then moved to do the same for Jody before moving in and smiling at her.

“Hey (Y/N), you doing okay?”

“Hey Sam!” She grinned genuinely happy to see him “I’m good, thank you. How are you?”

“Busy, but… wanted to come out and check on things. I figured if I had to make a visit I might as well do it while grumpy was here.” He grinned over to the older man (Y/N) was assuming must be Bobby, who she had heard them mention earlier.

“Oh shut up ya idjits.” The man grumbled before greeting Jody with a hug and kiss to the cheek, then he moved to pull a spare chair up to the table.

“Sit down boys, lunch is ready.” Jody called out. (Y/N) watched as Sam and Dean pushed each other around slightly before making their way to their seats, one on each side of her, Jody and Bobby across from them. She had to admit she felt slightly nervous at having both of them so close to her, Jody seemed to notice and sent her a sly wink while the boys were busy scooping food onto their plates.

“So how’s the property?” Bobby asked.

“Quiet so far.” Dean mumbled. “Benny did an indepth scout, mapped it out and pinned it above the desk over there. Hunters cabin nearby. Oh, and there seems to be a bear or two.”

“What!” (Y/N)’s eyes shot open and she turned to face him in shock. “You never said anything about bears!”

“Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re good actually. Keeps people from wandering too close to us and you probably won’t see them unless you’re out there at night or leave a bunch of food out. They’re not used to people.” Dean explained like it was so normal for him.

“Bears… you couldn’t have told me that before I went wandering around the trails?” She deadpanned at him once again.

“Just more of a reason for you to never go out of the house alone.” He challenged scooping some food into his mouth. She rolled her eyes slightly. Sam chuckled at them.

“Well I’m sure with the pond being a water source for the smaller critters and stock pile for the fish… they’ve been by once or twice and you just didn’t notice. Probably sneak in and out while you sleep. No reason to worry.” Bobby assured her.

“Thanks… I’m (Y/N) by the way.” She said extending her hand across the table, Bobby accepting it.

“Bobby Singer.” He nodded.

“Card shark. Moonshine drunk. Grade A asshole…” Dean mumbled as Bobby kicked him under the table. Sam laughed once more.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry.” Sam said suddenly catching everyone’s attention. She froze and looked up to him. “I forgot how much of a pain in the ass it is to live with Dean. I should have warned you.”

Everyone began to laugh.

“Yeah yeah yeah, shut up.” Dean grumbled through his mouth full of food.

“He has a comfy couch at least.” She teased as she smiled at him, he grinned but never looked up to meet her eyes.

“Well. I do have to apologize for real this time. I have an ulterior motive for coming… I have to ask something.” Sam then said setting down his fork and taking a drink.

(Y/N)’s stomach began to knot, feeling her hands start to shake slightly. She doesn’t know why… she likes Sam. She trusts him, but surely whatever he has to ask her must not be a good thing or he would have just asked over the phone, what would have caused him to come all the way out here and ask her in person?

“What’s wrong?” She finally voiced when he looked to her with heavy eyes.

“Brian got out on bail…”

“What?” She asked confused. “How?”

“His friends. High places. Money. Lawyers… you name it. But he came looking for you.”

She looked down at her hands.

“What about… what about the trial, and the photos. I mean how can they just let him out after all that?”

“This is why I need to ask you for your help again.”

“What can I do?” She asked after the silence became to heavy for her. She noticed no one else was speaking. Dean beside her was stiff, watching Sam carefully. Jody and Bobby both watching between them carefully.

“I need you to talk to him. I need to see what you can get out of him… see if he’ll cave on something.”

“What?!” Dean said before she could answer. “Zero comms. This is what we agreed on. That was the only way, we can’t go back… we altered her look. We can’t come back on the grid after pulling the disappearing act and give them a trail to follow, Sam.”

“I know what we agreed on, Dean. But this opportunity just kinda fell into my lap. Okay?! You told me we had to get something bulletproof! You said we needed more, and that we had to wait until it came along, and then it came along. He is looking for her. He wants to see her, desperately… I think it could work.”

Dean stood up and shoved his chair at the table.

“This could compromise the entire team.” He mumbled as he paced back and forth beside the table.

“Where does he think I am?”

“He thinks you went back home.”

“Dammit…” Her shoulders slumped. “Is… Is that where we have to go to meet with him?”

Sam watched her reaction carefully, as did Dean. They met eyes as her shoulder sank and her own eyes closed, her fingers pinched against them at the mention of going home.

She didn’t want to go home… why?

What had they missed.

What didn’t they know.

Dean suddenly spun his mind for more than one reason, what had he overlooked… what had he not dug deep enough on?

“Yes.” Sam said before coughing to clear his throat. “I promise you, (Y/N). You will be safe. We will not leave your side. We won’t bring your family into this, we won’t put them in danger.”

She laughed and shook her head back and forth as she continued to stare down at a spot on the table, as if the spot had personally offended her in some way.

“It’s fine. When…” She finally said after a minute of uncomfortable silence between them all.

“Tomorrow?”

She shook her head up and down.

“Okay, well… what do I need to do?”

“Blonde wig. Baseball cap. I’ll have it picked up and delivered tonight.” Dean mumbled angrily. “You cannot give him any reason to believe you’ve changed your appearance. He has to believe you went home. He has to believe you’re still blonde. That you left him on your own.”

“He’s gonna know I didn’t go home.”

“Why?”

“He just will.”

“Why?” Dean pushed again.

“He just will, Dean.” She pushed back, crossing her arms defensively. “The only person I would even speak to in that fucking town is an old boyfriend, so the only thing he MIGHT buy is that I went back to Hayes because I didn’t know where else to go… that’s it.”

“FINE.” Dean growled. “Then that’s the story we go with.”

“Promise me, we won’t pull him into this.” She then turned and said to Sam.

“I promise.” He nodded. “(Y/N) I’m so sorry. I know the plan was that you’d never have to see him again unless it was in that courtroom… I’m sorry I couldn’t hold up my end on that.”

“It’s okay, Sam. It’s not your fault.” She tried to give him a smile as she stood.

“Sweetheart, you should eat, you haven’t had anything since you had soup.” Jody said softly.

“Thanks, but I’m just not that hungry Jody. It tastes amazing though… thanks for cooking Jody. It was nice to meet you, Bobby.”

With that she turned and quickly disappeared down the hall, shutting her bedroom door behind her roughly. Dean slightly flinched at the noise, then he let out a long sigh with his eyes closed before turning them towards Sam.

“What the hell dude… you couldn’t have given me the heads up?”

“It wasn’t up to you, Dean. I had to ask her. It was her choice.” Sam said honestly.

“Well that went swell.”

The statement dripped sarcasm, and Dean continued his pacing.

“Sit down ya idjit or your gonna wear holes in the floor.” Bobby grumbled to him as they returned to their meal.

“Well, I don’t know what’s going on there… but let me know what the plan is and where we need to be for tomorrow.”

“I need you guys here. I need someone on the house tomorrow while we’re gone to make sure no one comes while we’re gone.” Dean said quickly.

“Who’s going with you?” Sam asked.

“I’ll have Cas and Benny on site, one ahead of us, one tail us, both on site for the meet.”

“Okay, well. Jody sounds like you and I got ourselves a night of poker… you better hit the ATM.” Bobby winked to her.

…..

(Y/N) Sat in the floor, her head leaned back against the bed… where she had sat since she entered her room. So much swimming in her head, that she wasn’t sure where to start trying to sort it out.

Brian.

Home.

It was so much at once…

She didn’t want to talk to him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the truth from his mouth… from his lips. Wanted it confirmed right to her face that she was such an idiot for so fucking long.

On top of that she had to go back to that God-forsaken town… back to the shit hole that watched her suffer and did nothing to help her. The shit hole full of people who could give two shits about what’s right.

If it wasn’t for Hayes, she wouldn’t have ever made it out.

She owed him her life in more ways than one, and she would never allow him to be drawn into such a mess, especially not for her. He deserved more… deserved better.

Yet, so did she.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Come in.” She said without looking up, wondering if Jody was coming to say goodbye before leaving.

“Hey… mind if I sit with you?”

Sam’s voice cut through the room like honey. It was soft and smooth, and she found comfort in it. She looked up to him and simply nodded her head up and down. He moved to come and sit beside her, his legs were much longer, and they almost pushed against the doorway of the bathroom not far from where they were sitting.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He mumbled once more.

“Its okay, Sam. We have to do whatever it takes to take these assholes out, right?” She tried to push on a smile. Sam noted her efforts and it melted his heart that she wanted so desperately to try.

“Yeah… but I know this isn’t easy on you. I’m not sure what happened, back home. I would have said something else if I had known. I’m sorry for that too.”

“THAT…” She paused. “That one, is definitely not your fault, Sam. That one’s not on you or Brian or anyone in this mess. That one’s just… part of who I am now I guess.”

“Whatever it is, you came out on the other end. You’ll come out on the other end of this thing too.”

“I hope so.” She smiled up to him.

“Hey… I think there might be someone who wants to talk to you.” He smiled as he pulled out his phone. (Y/N)’s eyebrow’s knitted together with confusion as she watched his smirk grow into a complete boyish grin as he began to face-time someone named Jess.

After only 2 rings a beautiful blonde woman answered.

“Hey baby.” She smiled up to him.

“Hey Jess… is he there?” Sam smiled, (Y/N) could see the love Sam had for her painted all over his face. His eyes lit up like lights as soon as they landed on her.

“Oh, you mean this handsome fella?” Jess asked as she leaned over and suddenly over her shoulder was a familiar furry face that nearly knocked (Y/N)’s breath right out of her chest as she gasped and sat up, leaning directly over Sam’s shoulder to get a closer look.

“Sam…” She whispered as tears filled her eyes and made it hard for her to focus on the small screen. There was a familiar bark and soft whines as her best friend recognized her too.

“Hey bud, there’s my boy!” She cried against Sam’s shoulder, not even ashamed at the way she was on the verge of sobbing and her voice continued to break. The barking continued and Jess giggled.

“He has been so good since we picked him up, he has snuggled in bed with me every day after Sam goes to work. He loves to go on walks and Sam lets him run the bases at the ball park at night after the local schools finish their games sometimes. He’s adjusted really well, but he definitely misses his momma.” Jess smiled through the phone at her as she loved on the dog and scratched behind his ear.

“Thank you… I-I…I can’t… Just. Thank y-you!” (Y/N) shamelessly sobbed on Sam’s shoulder at this point. Feeling her emotions completely overwhelm her.

“I’ll call you back, Jess.” Sam blew her a kiss before putting the phone down and moving to drape an arm over the woman beside him. He rubbed his hand up and down her back as she cried into him, the noise catching Dean’s attention and causing him to come and stand silently in the doorway.

“Thank you so much, Sam…” She finally was able to sniffle the sentence after several minutes. “You don’t know what that mean’s to me. What he means to me.”

“I could tell when you left the office the other day that he was important. I had him picked up, and even though he did have to do a 24 hour quarantine with animal control Jess and I agreed that we couldn’t leave him there or with anyone who might hurt him. So, we brought him home with us until you can get your life settled again, we’ll take care of him. I promise.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him as tightly as she could, and he chuckled as he reciprocated. Dean still stood very quietly, making sure to keep his presence unnoticed but he did allow the smile to creep across his face.

“I’ll do anything, Sam. Anything you need.” She sniffled once more as she pulled away.

“I know you would… because it’s the right thing to do. Not because of this. That’s why I asked first, even though I was pretty sure I knew the answer.”

“… Why do you believe in me? Everyone else seems to think I had to be a bad person to be with Brian.”

“I think that you wanted Brian to be a good person so much, that you missed the bad. I believe in you because I know it’s the right choice. I just… do.”

“I won’t let you down, Sam. I promise.” She whispered.

“We won’t let you down either, okay? We’ve got you. You’re going to be safe. We’re gonna nail these assholes and you’re gonna get your life back… even if it takes a while. We’re gonna get them. I know it.”

…..

(Y/N) came out as the sun began to set, a sweater hanging off one shoulder and a simple pair of jeans with a hole in the knee.

“Hey, where’s Bobby?” She asked as she approached Dean who was flipping through some files at the table again. He closed them as she approached, giving her an uncomfortable feeling.

“Doing a perimeter check. Should be back in a few minutes.”

“Are you hungry or anything? I could heat up one of Jody’s meals for you guys?” She offered.

“I’m fine. You’re the one who missed two meals already today… you should eat.”

“Yeah.” She sighed as she tapped her foot against the ground nervously.

“(Y/N). What ever it is you want to ask me that you’re not asking me… just ask.”

“Could… Could you take me outside for a while? Its, uh. It’s golden hour, and I want to try and get a few shots before the sun settles.”

Dean looked her up and down.

“One condition.”

“… Okay.” She nodded nervously.

He immediately stood and walked into the kitchen, opening a cabinet and reaching in. he grabbed what looked to be a granola bar of some sort and walked back towards her.

“Eat something, and we’ll have dinner when we get back. Deal?”

Instead of taking the granola bar out of his hands she got a devious look in her eye, then she simply tore the edge of the wrapper, ripping it open and bending over, biting off a large chunk while he continued to hold the rest of the bar in his hand.

Her gaze pulled back up to him with amusement; he fought hard not to break out a 1000 watt smile, but his lips twitched slightly and (Y/N) didn’t miss it.

“All of it.” He challenged with eyebrows raised.

She should have just reached for the bar… she should take it from him and eat it like a normal fucking person. But she just couldn’t.

No, she chuckled and licked her bottom lip before leaning back down and pulling the rest of the bar out of the wrapper with her teeth and working the entire thing into her mouth. While it wasn’t large by any means, the notion of pulling it all the way past her lips without the use of her hands was still a bit of challenge.

Dean’s eyes might as well have held fire behind the green irises. They were slightly dilated and not once did he blink. (Y/N) chewed slowly and intently, making sure that never tore her gaze from his. Finally with a loud and throaty sound, she swallowed. Sticking out her tongue to show she had finished eating it as he requested.

“Good girl.”

It came out almost as a growl, deep and guttural.

He walked past her, rubbing his shoulder against hers as he went. She wondered if she should change her panties before they left, because they were definitely no longer dry. The words… the words did something to her, and she had to ask herself if he knew the impact they had on her.

Was he doing this on purpose?

Was he playing with matches, just like she was? Trying to see if there was a fire to be lit.

Either way, he was pulling on his jacket and she moved to grab her camera and then walked out past the door he held open for her. She led them off the porch and to the edge of the pond, hoping to catch something fluttering across the top of the water, or maybe the tree line in the reflection.

Just as they approached, she noted a crane in the water not far from them. She paused, slowly sinking down to squat on one knee as she lifted the camera to find the best position. She snapped a few pictures, and realized the light was in the wrong spot… but if she moved too fast, too soon. He’d fly away.

So instead she laid on her belly and army crawled across the grass slowly until the sunlight in the sky was directly behind him, then she lifted her camera once again and grinned as she snapped a few shots in the perfect light.

Once she was happy, she stood and of course as she predicted he moved to get away. This was fine however because she was now looking for her next subject to capture.

Dean watched close but still at a distance as she carefully and slowly pushed her way closer and closer to the bird, unafraid of dirt or lying on the ground close to bugs. He followed as she continued to hunt for things to photograph. He wondered what it is exactly she was looking for.

Whatever it was, she must have found it.

She had stopped suddenly, raising her camera in her hand and pointing it towards the tree line behind the house…

Deer.

A mother and a yearling. Still a few spots along its back. He watched as she knelt down once more, and then moved from side to side before standing and attempting to get shots at different angles. A sound nearby spooked the deer and they too disappeared.

She sighed as she made her way back towards him.

“I don’t suppose you’re up for a hike?” She asked.

“It’ll be dark in 20 minutes and Bobby is still finishing his checks, we need to say close to the house.”

“Okay, no problem.” She said as she spun and continued to hunt for something that catches her eye.

“Hey… (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“I need to ask you a question, and I need you to answer it.”

“Okay?” She answered puzzled.

“Why don’t you want to go home? What don’t I know?”

“Dean.” She sighed. “Can we just not. I just don’t wanna go back… I worked really had to get the hell out of a town that had nothing to offer me, okay?”

“You’re lying.”

“Ughhhh… Dean. I just. I don’t want to!”

“Why.” He crossed his arms.

“Because I don’t.”

“… (Y/N) Don’t play with me. I’ll find whatever it is your hiding.”

His tone and his words caught her off guard.

_”Wow… I’ve been on your bullshit cartel America’s Most Wanted List ONCE and now all of a sudden I’m a fucking criminal.” She laughed slightly throwing her hands up.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Dean rolled his eyes. “I’m asking you a question.”

“The question your asking is fucking personal, Dean. Okay? I’m sure you have other ways of finding the answers… you think I know you aren’t already digging? You closed that folder mighty fast earlier. Just look into my family. See what you find. I’m sure you can piece together the puzzle from there.”

She turned to stalk off back towards the house.

“(Y/N) stop… wait!” Dean called after her seeing that she was obviously upset. He grumbled and pulled his hand down his face, weighing out his options. He was angry, why couldn’t she just fucking tell him? Why did she have to make it so difficult?

He did the one thing he didn’t want to do.

He pulled out his phone, switching it over to satellite and dialing the number he memorized years ago.

“Dean. I heard you were off grid, everything okay?”

Charlie’s worried voice caused him to grin slightly.

“Yeah, I’m good. I need a favor.”

“Ohhh… do tell. I always like it when a Winchester owes me a favor.” She chuckled, causing him to grin as he stared pensively at the house in front of him.

“I need to know everything. Dig deep… full work up. All the skeletons, even the small shit. Whole family.”

“Send me what you got, and I’ll start today.”

“When you get it, just text me about the tires. Okay?”

“You got it.”

Dean hung up the phone and tapped it against his forehead a couple of times. He knows its risky to pull in someone from outside the team, someone off the force, but he knows Charlie. He trusts Charlie. She would never betray him, and honestly she’s more efficient than any police force he’s ever worked with… If anyone can get him the answers he needs, it’s her. He just hopes that opening up a communications line doesn’t come back to bite him later.

“You know that phone works better if you put it to your ear instead of your face.” Bobby chided as he approached from the side.

“Thanks.” Dean scoffed as he slid it back in his pocket and turned to face the older man.

“What’s got you spinning your wheels, kid?”

“From day 1 I knew I was missing something… it didn’t add up. SHE didn’t add up, Bobby. I just can’t shake it. Sometimes I think maybe I overreacted b-“

“Who you? Never…” Bobby teased, earning a glare from Dean. J

“I’m serious, Bobby. I kept thinking I was missing something about this case. About her ties to the cartel. Maybe its got nothing to do with that… maybe it’s whatever she’s got tucked away in her closet from before. I need to know what it is.”

“So ask her.”

“I did… didn’t exactly go well.”

“Did you ask her, or did you accuse her?”

“I asked!”

“… Boy. Watch your tone with me. If you asked her anything like the way you just answered me then was it really asking? I mean we all saw her reaction to even the mention of having to go back there. Something happened. You’re right… We probably should know about it incase it’s important or relevant to something in the case.”

“Thank you!” Dean sighed exasperated as he threw up his hands and shuffled on his feet again.

“But that don’t mean you can force her to tell you. Whatever happened hurt her, Dean. Bad. Surely you can see that. She probably hasn’t gone back to that place, mentally or physically in a really long time. She can’t just re-open those wounds simply because you asked.”

“Well then what the hell do I do?”

“Explain it to her, stop being an ass and tell her why it’s important. Take what she gives you, and if you’d give her some time to build that trust with you then I have a feeling she’ll tell you anything you need to know. She wants to help. Hasn’t she proved that?”

Dean chewed on his lip as if he was chewing on Bobby’s words.

“Yeah. I guess so.”

…..

Dean stood outside of her door. Debating on knocking like he has for the last ten minutes going back and forth between her door and the kitchen. Finally, he bit the bullet. Grabbed her plate, and forced his knuckles to knock against the wooden door.

No response.

“(Y/N) come on. You have to eat. We had a deal.” He said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice.

Soft footsteps made their way to the door, and then it opened slowly. She looked between him and the plate he was holding. It had a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of Jody’s soup, a water bottle wedged in the crook of his arm beside it.

“Thank you.” She said reaching out and accepting the plate, not meeting his gaze. He handed over the water and she quickly moved to shut the door, but dean’s foot in the doorway stopped the movement and caused her to finally look up to him.

“Can I come in, please?” He asked with a steady voice.

“Why?”

“Because I asked nicely.” He said with raised eyebrows. Her own eyebrows shot upwards in a similar fashion. She scoffed and shook her head as she shoved the door open again and moved to walk back inside. She set the plate down on the bedside table before sitting on the bed against the headboard, her knees pulled up slightly. Her eyes solely focused on the blanket at her feet.

“(Y/N)” Dean sighed as he stepped forward and crossed his arms from where he stood beside the bed. “I. I’’m- I’m sorry… okay? I shouldn’t have said it like that.”

“Geez. It physically pains you doesn’t it…”

“What?”

“To have to apologize to me.” She finally looked up to him again.

“Yeah well. I don’t say it often, so. Don’t get used to it.” He tried to give her a playful smile, she gave small laugh in return, but Dean couldn’t tell if it was genuine or not.

“What do you want, Dean? Really…”

He looked at her with confusion.

“If you just wanted to apologize you would have choked out the words and then disappeared, but you’re still standing here. Uncomfortably, might I add. So… what do you want?”

Dean nodded his head up and down before turning and taking a seat on the side of her bed. He stared at the wall, debating on what to say next. His hands twisted back and forth.

“Sammy was just a baby… when our Mom died. Dad raised us and did the best he could. But he grieved her his entire life. He never let it go… never stopped chasing what killed her, or who. Sam’s wellbeing has been my top priority most of my life… when he found Jess. He became a lawyer. He became a husband. He became his own person with his own life, but to me he will always be Sammy, and I will always take care of him.”

He looked up to her, and her face had softened significantly. She had leaned forward and was not resting her chin on her folded arms that laid on her knees. Watching him intently as he spoke, taking in the words he was speaking as if her life depended on it… which to be fair maybe in her mind they did.

“Jess had a sister. She was beautiful, always looking for the next big adventure in life… but sometimes that just got her in trouble. Somehow, she got mixed up with this crew, Brian’s crew.”

(Y/N)’s stomach sank and her eyes began to water.

“We didn’t know until it was too late, she had gone missing… was gone for weeks until we found her body. Sam has been hunting them ever since. As much as he resented our father for never being able to let go of the past, he’s just like him.” Dean chuckled. “He’s doing it for Jess, because he loves her… and there is nothing I won’t do to help him give her the closure and peace she deserves. The justice that they deserve.”

“I’m so sorry, Dean.” (Y/N) finally whispered. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know about any of them. If I had known. I would have never, I- I would have helped them.”

“Sam believes you can help us, and I just don’t want him to be blindsided if something hits the fan.”

“You think I’m going to blindside him.” She mumbled.

“I think I have to be prepared for anything when it comes to protecting Sam, and protecting you. (Y/N) even if I don’t make it obvious, I really am on your side here. But you have to help me be on your side… you’ve got to tell me things so that I can prepare us for anything that may come up. Especially going into a situation like the one we’re gonna be in tomorrow… one where there is obviously some history I don’t know about.”

“It’s not that simple, Dean.”

Her hands fidget back and forth as she pulls and twists at loose strings. As a heavy hand lands on hers, she freezes. Here eyes move back up to meet his.

“I know that, and I know it’s not easy either… but it could be important.”

“I don’t wanna go back there.” She whispers, her eyes never breaking free from his. He searched her gaze for anything angry or withdrawn, but all he found was something small and vulnerable.

“I’ll stay with you the whole time, you won’t be there alone.”

“They all knew about it, Dean… they knew about it and they did nothing.” She said as a tear slid down her cheek, she dipped her face against her knee to wipe it away.

“Knew about what?”

“They knew… they knew he was drinking. They knew he was hurting her.”

Her words were small and tight. They didn’t give details, but Dean pushed his mind to pull details out of her file for context… he knew her mother too had died when she was 16. He knew that she had a younger brother. He knew that her father was a judge in their hometown, but that he too had died about 4 years afterwards… drowning accident.

Her mother’s death had been a car accident, unfortunate yet something that happened every day. Nothing about it struck him as out of the ordinary.

He doesn’t know what possessed his hand to move, because it certainly wasn’t his brain… perhaps his hand formed its own damn brain and started making decisions without his permission. All he knew is that before he could decide his hand had moved off of hers and found its way to her face, sliding against the edge of her cheek before his fingers slid into her hair and his thumb grazed against her cheek bone, wiping away the tear she missed.

But he didn’t pull it away.

She didn’t pull away.

She stayed, leaned against his hand as his finger tips moved ever so slightly against her scalp.

“He killed her… he would have killed me. Hayes, got me out. He made me promise never to come back. But, I didn’t listen. I wanted to go back for James, my brother.”

“T-there was an incident… at the lake house.” She swallowed around the dry lump in her throat. She chewed on her cheek and pulled her eye away from his.

“Okay… that’s enough for now.” Dean sighed. “Is there anyone there that knows the truth, about what happened to your mom? Anyone who might want to keep you quiet or might not want you making waves in town while we’re there?”

“Everyone.” She whispered looking back up at him.

“Okay.” He sighed deeply as he nodded up and down. “Is your bother still there?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“Is there more that I need to know?”

“Maybe.” She shrugged.

Dean stared at her, looking more defeated and sunken in on herself than she had since the day he met her… something in him couldn’t push. Couldn’t ask for more. He could wait… Charlie would fill in the gaps and hopefully he knew enough to keep them safe tomorrow.

“Okay, well… that’s enough for tonight. Thank you. For telling me the truth.”

“I’m sorry… that I can’t tell you more right now.”

“Maybe later, huh?” He offered with half a grin.

“Maybe.” She nodded as she laid against his hand, slightly nuzzling herself against his warm palm.

“You really need to eat something, we’re gonna leave at 5, drive most of the day. Meet Brian tomorrow evening. Then immediately start making our way back. It’s gonna be a long one.”

“Dean?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

The nickname caught him off guard almost as much as it caught her off guard, but he hid it much better than she did; simply waiting for her to speak again with a relaxed posture and easy eyes.

“Brian… what- what do I say to him?”

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. We have plenty of time to prep in the car, okay?”

She nodded, her movements still slightly constricted by his hand weaved into her hair.

“Benny and Cas will be close too, okay? Sam too. We will protect you. The moment things don’t feel right, we’ll pull you out. I promise.”

“I know you will.” She gave him a small smile.

“Eat.” He nodded to her plate once more before he withdrew his hand and stood from the side of her bed. She instantly missed his touch and the warmth it brought her.

“Yes sir.” She smirked before picking up half of the grilled cheese and lifting it to her lips for a bite, chewing with mischief in her eyes. Dean chuckled and shook his head as his hands found his hips and he turned towards the door.

“Hey Dean…” She called out before he could leave the room. He turned to face her, but didn’t speak.

“Thank you… for telling me the truth. About your family, and Jess’s sister. I’m so sorry I couldn’t help her.”

“You’re helping her now, that’s what matters.”

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Chapter 16 - The Neighbour.

A/N | Sorry its been a while, hope this makes up for it.

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Summary | Dean and Alana are in the UK....

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Word count | 2.7k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst

Pairings | Dean x Alana.

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Twelve hours later...

They pull up to the house, "the driveway is like a road" Dean says as he gets out the car, "that's what living in the countryside is like" the taxi driver Rupert opens the boot, Dean pulls out his wallet handing him a note.

Dean pulls out the bags from the boot, Alana looks up at the house Dean makes his way over to her, "you ready?" he asks her, she looks at him, "whatever my Mother says please ignore her, she hasn't got a filter and doesn't think before she speaks!" she looks at him worried.

He cups her face, "there isn't anything she can say that will put me off you," he presses his lips to hers, "now come on, I can't wait to see all those baby photos" he winks at her, she rolls her eyes.

She knocks on the door, when it swings open she holds her breath "Alana!" her sister squeaks as she pulls her in for a hug, "Fifi!" She wraps her arms around her sister. Fifi pulls away "this must be Dean" she turns to him with a bright smile.

He holds out his hand, "Dean this is my sister Fiona, Fiona this is Dean" she smiles and takes his hand to shake it "Please Fifi, I hate Fiona!"

"Nice to meet you Fifi!" Dean smiles at her, "where's Mum and Dad?" Alana asks her, "Mum is faffing in the kitchen, Simon has taken Dad to Tesco to get some cider and the kids are in the garden. I saw you pull onto the drive and came out before she did" Fifi moves to the side to let them in.

"I'm guessing she's warned you about our Mother?" Dean chuckles, "she can't be that bad? Right?!" Fifi pulls at "yeah, she is that bad!" face. "My Dad will love you!" Alana pecks his cheek, "Mum! Alana and Dean are here!" Fifi calls out, "coming!" she calls back before they hear footsteps heading their way.

She appears from the kitchen with a big smile "Alana! My baby girl!" She wraps her arms round a reluctant Alana, finally letting her go Ronnie turns to Dean, "Ohhh! He's handsome isn't he!" Her Mum wiggles her brows at her daughter who rolls her eyes, "you must be Dean?" She holds out her hand, Dean smiles, taking it before placing a kiss on her cheek, "nice to meet you Ma'am!"

"Manners too, and a firm grip! Maybe, you could teach this one a thing or two and it's Ronnie" she smiles at him, "you two are in Alana's room, why don't you two take your cases up and I will fix you a drink!" she rushes back into the kitchen.

"Don't leave me too long with her" Fifi warns her as they make their way upstairs, "she doesn't seem as bad as you make out," Dean teases her as she pushes her bedroom door open, "give her ten minutes!" she puts her case on her bed. "I'll win her over," he winks at her, "good because this jet lag is kicking in and I'm a bitch when I'm tired"

"You're telling me like that's news to me, sweetheart!" He nudges her, she narrows her eyes at him, "I'm messing! We got jet lag as an excuse if she gets too much...hey, we can even have a code word, it has to be something we wouldn't use normally"

"What about pumpkin?" She nudges him, "as long as your Mum hasn't made pumpkin pie!" He chuckles as she rests her head on his shoulder, he kisses the top of it, "I doubt it! It's not a thing here," she sighs as she gets up off the bed.

Five hours later...

Ronnie was playing nice, Pete was in deep conversation with Dean about cars, Simon is playing football with Adrian, Isobel is on her phone when Alana sits down next to her, "so your Mum tells me, you have gone and got yourself a boyfriend?" Alana lowers her voice so Simon doesn't hear.

Isobel pulls her eyes away from her phone to look up at her Aunt, "he's not my boyfriend! He's a boy I'm friends with!" she grunts at her, "maybe if she focused on her own life instead of mine..." Isobel cuts herself off realizing she had said too much.

"What do you mean by that?" Alana pinches her brows at her, "nothing can we forget I said anything?!" Isobel pleads with her, not wanting to push anymore Alana changes the subject, "how's school?" Isobel's face changes relieved "I'm actually really enjoying drama class"

"Just like your Mum!" Alana winks at her, this peaks Isobel's interest, "really?" she questions her Aunt not quite believing her, "yeah, she did drama as one of her GCSE's. She played Sandy in the end of year show"

"What? She never told me!" Isobel says wanting to ask so many questions, "yeah, I think Nan has a tape of it somewhere. Go and ask her to show you it" Isobel gets up and rushes over to her Nan.

Alana wanders over to her sister who's watching Simon and Adrian playing, "come on then, how are things with you?" Alana leans against the wall with her sister, snapping her out of her thoughts, "huh? Oh...yeah, great. I see Dad has stolen your boyfriend," she teases her sister, "one he's not my boyfriend...not yet anyway and two I can tell when you're lying!"

"Neither of you have spoken about it?"

"No, but I think I might soon, but stop deflecting and answer my question!" Fifi looks over to Simon, who just scored a goal and back to her sister, "I think you should, he seems like a good guy and god knows you haven't had many of those recently. Yes, I know you can tell when I'm lying. I hoped I got better at it, but I guess not." she sighs, "sister secret?" She looks at Alana waiting on her to agree.

Alana puts her fingers to her lips, pretending to lock them with a key and hooks her little finger in the air for Fifi to take, she hooks hers around Alana's. This was there secret handshake when they were going to tell each other a secret the other could never share with anyone.

"At the moment it feels more like a friendship than a sixteen year married" Fifi whispers so no one else can hear.

"Like friends or friends with benefits?" Fifi rolls her eyes at her sister, "just friends...no benefits at all! I think Custard is having more sex than I am at the moment," she huffs, "wait?! Custard, your cat?" Alana looks at her trying not to laugh, "yes, the bloody cat! My neighbour knocked on my door last week telling me, she thinks her cat Millie has had his kittens!"

Alana howls at her sister, "come on, things can be that dry?" Fifi glares at her making Alana realizes she's serious, "have you tried it on with him?" She quizzes her sister, "now why didn't I think of that!" Fifi mocks her, "hey, no need to get snarky with me"

"I sorry, it's just...I don't know what to do," she could see it was upsetting her, "have you spoken to him about it?"

"Yep, he just says he's tired...which I get because he works long hours, but now I'm thinking he just doesn't fancy me anymore!"

"Bullshit! Have you looked in the mirror?! If he doesn't fancy you he wants his bloody eyes testing!" Fifi laughs at her words that make her feel a tiny bit better about herself, "hey, I'm taking Dean to meet Chloe and Elliot at The Oak tomorrow night, get Mum and Dad to baby sit and come out. Get a few drinks into him, drinks make everyone horny!" she nudges her.

"Ok, I suppose we could do with a night out" Fifi smiles at her, "if that doesn't work, turn up at his work dressed as a slutty student! I bet that will make his pencil stand to attention!" Fifi howls with laughter, "you're terrible!"

"I maybe, but I got you to laugh!" Alana winks at her, "Alana could you help me take the plates in?" The pair heard their Mum calls over, "right, remember what I said" she winks at her as she makes her way over to pick up the plates from the table to take into the kitchen.

Twenty minutes later...

Dean realizes Alana hadn't come back out in a while, worried her Mum had finally got to her, he excuses himself from the table, taking more plates with him and goes in search for her as he steps inside just inches from the kitchen he can hear the pair talking.

He stops to listen just in case she doesn't need his help, when he heard Ronnie say "Alana, I just mean you deserve and can do better than some grease monkey! Sue's son is a banker, I could get you a date! Don't get me wrong, he's easy on the eye..but he's someone you sleep with and can show you a good time, not really marriage material and he lives in America how will that work if you want to move back?" Dean doesn't stick around to hear the rest, he places the plates on the dining table, grabs his coat and makes his way out the door.

"Mum!! Dean is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and I will not, I repeat not, have you look down your nose at him! Instead of encouraging me to date someone with loads of money, maybe you should encourage me to be able to support myself, with or without a man. I wouldn't care if he was the trolley man at Walmart, he is worth a hundred Isaac's or Rick's in their poncy suits and as for where we live we will decide together! If you can't be happy for me...m-maybe we should head home!" Ronnie is rendered speechless knowing there is no room for argument.

She shook her head a little embarrassed and runs her hand over her face, "I guess you must really love him?" she looks up at her daughter who is nodding. "I get he's not polished like how you picture my all my boyfriends to be, but he's honest, kind, sweet, and I think he's the one!" she may have spat it out, but it doesn't make it any less true, she believed he may be the one.

"Well, if that is how you feel, I know nothing I will say will change that!" Ronnie smiles at her thinking maybe she was a little to harsh on Dean, "I better head back out!" Alana turns and makes her way to the garden.

As she walked outside she noticed her dad Pete and Simon were chatting among themselves, she looked around, but she couldn't see him, pinching her brow together "Dad? Where's Dean?" Pete looks confused, "I thought he was in there with you girls? He went in with more plates!"

Fuck! He must have heard! She cringes at the thought of him hearing her tell her Mum, she thought he might be the one. She wanders into her room to check if he's there, but he isn't, she pulls out her phone and dials his number.

It rings a couple of times before he answers, "Dean! Hey, are you ok?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, I'm fine. I just needed to clear my head! Everything just got a bit intense..." she can hear him smile.

"She's not scared you off?" she started biting her fingernails.

"She couldn't even if she tried!" he chuckles.

"Good! You know, if you went left as you come out the drive and then right, there is a pub on the right halfway down the road!"

He laughs, "I think I see it! Alana, I'll be back soon. Ok sweetheart?!"

"Yeah, yeah of course! Dean, I-I love you!"

"I love you too gorgeous!"

She hangs up.

He crosses the road, walks into the thatched pub.

It's small and quiet the barmaid smiles at him, "Alright lovely!" he takes a seat the bar "hey! Could I get a double whiskey, please?" she nods picking up his bottle from behind her "not from around here are ya?!" she asks pouring the golden liquid into the tumbler. "Nah, Lawrence, Kansas!" he hands over the cash as she pushes the tumbler across the bar, "One of the locals has come home from there with her...Oh wait are you Dean?"

He looks up at her "sorry, Pete said Alana was coming home with her boyfriend!" He smiled. Of course she knew, Alana said it was a little village where everyone on knew each others business.

"Yeah, that's me and you are?" he takes a huge gulp of his drink before pushing it over "Leona, I guess you've met Ronnie then?" she laughs, Dean looks up at her "Yep! Another please!" she pours him out another and places it in front of him "this one is on the house! Especially putting up with her!"

"Thanks! Has she always been such...?"

"A snob?!" she laughs, "yeah, she has, but as snobby as she is Alana and Fifi are two top girls!" Dean takes another sip of his drink "yeah, Alana is pretty special! Just a shame about her Mom!" he shook his head. "She didn't like you then?" another local walk in. She pulls him out a pint "Alright Bob!" he smiles and takes his pint "can you make me a tab?" she nods as Bob wanders over to a free table.

"She called me a grease monkey!" he frowned, "in front of Alana?" he nods. "Whoa! She's brave!" Dean pinches his brows together "I didn't stick around, Alana doesn't know I heard her." Leona laughed, "you aren't Alana's usual type which is probably why Ronnie is being a cow bag and I've known Alana for years she will stand up for anyone she loves. I think it’s a good thing you aren't like Isaac and Rick those two were dicks!"

"Can't argue about Isaac, but she never really mentioned Rick before?" Leona looks at him as if she said too much. She starts to busy herself, "Leona, who's Rick?" he calls over, Leona takes a deep breath, "look maybe you should talk to Alana?"

"Please?" Dean looks at her pleading, she sighs, "Rick was a dick, his name suited him perfectly! I don't like to speak ill of the dead. He and Alana were together two and a half years, after a year together, she seemed to pull away from everyone. I think her sister asked her out on New Years Eve Fifi begged her to come out and she was late back, no one heard or saw her for weeks. She finally appeared he had taken her away to a little village up north where she said she couldn't get any signal, she barely spent five minutes with her family before he'd call her and ask where she was and when she was coming home. She'd always left after that, a year or so later she left him and got her fight back, he begged her to take him back, but she stuck to her guns and refused. He even blackmailed her, he said he'd kill himself if she didn't take him back, she never believed he'd go through with it..."

Leona sighed, "she was in here when she got the call about the crash, he'd drove his car off a bridge along the A41 by pass...she blamed herself for a while, Ronnie didn't help she kept going on at her saying shouldn't have let him control her the way he did, why didn't she tell someone what he was doing to her or his threat to kill himself"

"Really?!" he asked, shocked "you've met her, is it really that surprising? I had Alana in here crying her eyes out thinking she was weak, that she wasn't good enough to find someone who would treat her right...then she jumped on a plane to America and when she did come home she was her old self again...until that Isaac broke her heart even then Ronnie blamed her" Leona smiled at him.

He got up from his stool, pulled out his wallet "no, it's on the house, my dear" he smiled "thanks!" nodding at her before making his way back to her parents house....

Chapter 17

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Memories, one's own hell.

Drinking smoking gun mentioned

Yandere

Word count 357

Torment of the Demon.

Inebriated thoughts he curses his choices, his actions. Sipping on a glass of amber amnesia, slowly wiping the memories that haunt and torment. For Dean, hell is home, his playground, his purgatory unwanted memories that burn like an inferno.

The strumming rhythm of the acoustic guitar knocks on his consciousness, infernal knocking. Knock knock knock.

Mocking and scorning his loneliness and misery, wistfully the tune echoes. Broken promises, locked in the loop of dark shadows.

Continual calls, left unanswered.

Where are you? Out with him?

Why didn't you answer? Call me back? Tell me about your day?

Just friends? Who cares?

Killing me with friend indifference, softly and slowly my moral compass you killed.

I was there, your constant, ever by your side when you needed to weep. Friends? I listened and I supported that's what friends do right?

Did you ever listen to my heart beats? read the sorrow in my eyes? feel my lonely words?

No!

The torment you ignited and then ignored.

When he broke your heart, I was there, "let's run away".

Pushing the gas pedal, accelerating along the highway, rolling stones played.

Even then, after all I had done, just friends!

The pain evident in your eyes, the Jaguar our escape, you lost in your memories, me in my whirlwind of dark thoughts.

You want to return to him! He who had hurt you! He who keeps you from me!

Sorry it's too late, it's too late.

The gun, the pistol, fired, bang bang.

Babe I loved you, needed you.

The memories rewind as if I'm watching a show on Television.

Drinking, smoking, blocking and shielding myself from the pain and what you caused me to do.

An hysterical laugh full of menace occasionally escapes.

Hitting the clubs, immersing myself in available women, drunken sex anything to forget.

Scratching and tearing into my scalp to erase your voice, the harrowing moment when I realize I will never be free.

Never ending rain, gloom.

Now I'm locked in an internal loop of hell created by my own design. Hounds of hell biting my heels. Lost in desire, no escape.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 8 months

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World's Best Dad: Graduation

Summary: It's Gracie's graduation day and a certain Winchester is in his feels about his baby girl not being a baby anymore...

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mention of a car accident

A/N: Enjoy!

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It was early on the June Saturday morning. You sighed when you rolled over and found the other side of the bed was empty. Today was Gracie’s day and while she was more than excited, Dean had been dreading this day for months.

Because today she was graduating from high school and in his eyes, his little girl wouldn’t need him ever again after today. It didn’t matter how many times you told him that wasn’t true. Dean was convinced today was the start of the end.

You shook your head and climbed out of bed, wrapping one of his flannels around yourself before you tiptoed downstairs. Unsurprisingly, he was standing on the back porch with a cup of coffee in hand, watching the light rain shower come down.

But the thing that made you pause was that Gracie was standing beside him, her shoulders moving as she spoke with her hands. She gave him a hug he tightly returned, making her small body look even tinier wrapped up in him. She said something else as he nodded, kissing the top of her head and then she was coming inside, Dean giving you a smile through the back door.

“Morning, munchkin,” you said when she pulled the door shut after herself. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah.” She lazily gave you a hug, resting her head on your shoulder. “I told daddy to relax but you know how he is.”

“Yes I do,” you said, running a hand over her head. “You don’t need to worry about him. That’s my job.”

“Our job,” she said. “Remind him I’m literally going to college on the other side of town, not the country. You guys will still see me all the time.”

“I know,” you said, rubbing her back. “Why don’t you go shower and then we can do your hair how you want it, okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, giving you one last squeeze. “Are we still going to camp tomorrow?”

“Yup. Now go start getting ready,” you said, letting her peel away. “And Gracie?”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking all kinds of innocent in her AC/DC shirt and pink shorts.

“You relax too. It’s your graduation day. You have a party to look forward to this afternoon on top of that whole being done with school thing,” you teased. She sighed and nodded. “Don’t worry about the speech.”

“It’s like my punishment for doing well in school. Get the best grades? Congrats. Go give a speech in front of everybody. I wish I was dumber sometimes.” You laughed, pushing her over towards the stairs.

“Oh, munchkin. I knew you were going to be top of your class back in kindergarten. You have some idiots in your class,” you laughed.

“I am well aware,” she said, heading upstairs, promising not to use all the hot water which was as unlikely as you winning lottery. You went to the back door, finding Dean still on the porch.

“How we doing, honey?” you asked, approaching his side and wrapping you arms around his waist. He sighed heavily, resting his head on your shoulder, so very much like Gracie had a moment ago.

“She’s not a little girl anymore. I miss when she was a sassy little shit making us fall in love,” he said softly, a smile in his voice.

“That child is still a sassy little shit,” you said, Dean chuckling. “Can I give you some advice? As a daughter with a pretty good relationship with my own dad the past decade?”

“Give it to me,” he said, lifting his head, spinning you in his arms, holding you to his chest.

“Little girls turn into women. Those women have careers and fall in love and have their hearts broken. They drink and curse and have amazing sex and shitty sex and will make so many mistakes in life they’re going to wonder when they become a real adult for a long time until they realize all of us are faking it.” Dean cocked his head, brushing your messy hair behind your ear. “But that woman…she’ll always need her dad. When she needs to vent, when she’s scared, when she needs advice on how the fuck to handle adult life. Gracie’s a young woman now and she’s going to change a whole lot over the next four years just like she did in high school and middle school and elementary school. She’ll be a grown woman but she’s always going to be your little girl. Now she just gets to be your friend too.”

He bit his bottom lip, uncurling it so it fell into a smile, pecking a kiss on your lips.

“I like that. I’m okay with being friends too,” he said, swaying you side to side. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a smart cookie?”

“Well between us, this really hot guy has told me I know a thing or two before,” you said. His eyebrows raised, chin lifting.

“I bet he says things like he was in his head this morning and you just used that magic to make him feel excited about all the new things he gets to do in life with his daughter now, huh?”

“He’s a very good communicator when it comes to praising me,” you said, Dean’s smile turning dirty. “But I think he likes when I tell him how good he is even better.”

“He does like that,” he said, curling into your touch when you traced under his jaw. “Want to go tell me how good and loved I am and make me squirm?”

“Alas, we have a teenage girl getting ready for her graduation inside and she has a habit of walking into our room unannounced. Still.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips over your ear. “Alright. But when the kids are having their party, you and I can sneak off for an hour and have a Baby date, hm?”

“Dirty boy,” you teased, squeezing his ass. “I like it.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Alright. Let’s go show off our little valedictorian.”

You smiled at Dean and the three slightly bored children sat beside him as you walked across the stage two hours later. You stopped at the podium, adjusting your gown for a split second before clearing your throat.

“Good morning everyone. Students. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Mrs. Winchester, a kindergarten teacher at the school district. For these students up here, most of you know me as Gracie’s mom,” you said, getting a quiet chuckle out of the crowd. Dean gave you a thumbs up, a light blush on your face. “I had the privilege of teaching a number of you all the way back in kindergarten if you guys can remember that long ago. Gavin, Derek. Nice to see you guys aren’t arguing over the same blue chair anymore.”

That one got a louder laugh, as you looked at the students, offering a smile.

“Normally we as teachers attempt to offer a bit of advice as you all go on to a new part of your lives. But I’m going to tell you all a secret instead. It’s a secret your parents all know and have never told you. See, adults don’t know as much as you guys think we do. Like we really do not have a clue,” you said, the crowd chuckling. “We’ve just had more time to make mistakes and figure out what works and what doesn’t for us. We’re all still on that journey and it’s a journey you all get to go on now. Be patient with yourselves in the future because anyone will tell you, it’s going to turn out differently than think it will. But that’s the fun of life too. Sometimes you’re a twenty four year old trying to figure out her new job and how to get two boys to stop fighting over the same blue chair literally every day the entire school year when there were twelve of the exact same chair-”

“Mrs. Winchester it was the special chair though!” called out Gavin, several other students nodding in agreement.

“You’re only telling me this now?” you joked, another laugh rippling through the crowd. “Needless to say, you may go to work single one day and then you might have a five year old set you up with her dad on the next.”

Gracie was giving you a death glare but you saw a tiny smile underneath it.

“Point being, life’s going to happen fast and it’s going to get messy. Have fun. Enjoy the mess. You don’t know where it’ll lead you,” you said, lifting your chin. “Now I’d like to introduce this year’s valedictorian to you all. She’s a bright student, talented volleyball player, was in more clubs than I could count and she has a reputation among her teachers of always being helpful and kind. And as much as I’ve loved being able to watch all of you grow over the years, I’m a little bit biased and have to say she’s been my favorite. Gracie Winchester, come on up, kiddo.”

She still looked nervous, eyes locked on you, ignoring the clapping as she crossed the stage to meet you at the podium.

“Dad’s in the fourth row. Just look at him if you get scared,” you whispered in her ear as she nodded.

“Thanks mom,” she said, giving you a quick hug. You sat back in your seat off to the side with the other teachers, Mr. Colt leaning over in your ear.

“There’s a bet going on if there’s going to be tears,” he mumbled as Gracie shuffled her papers around.

“No way in hell, dude,” you laughed lightly.

“Oh not on you. Dean. Buy in’s five bucks that he does.”

“I’m not an idiot to take that bet,” you said, curious when Gracie stared at her papers and suddenly flipped them over.

“Hi,” she said, voice a tad higher than usual. “So I wrote a speech and everything but I think I want to go off script instead.”

She didn’t bother to turn back and check with the faculty that she could. Her speech had to be approved a few weeks back so you were interested where this was going.

“For the love of god, Y/N, tell me she isn’t going to drop an f-bomb in this,” said Mike, the high school principal sat directly behind you.

“Oh she wouldn’t dare do that. Let her break a rule for once and see what happens,” you said, Gracie gripping both side of the podium.

“At the start of last summer, I was in a car accident with my dad. A lot of my friends know this. The whole school knew but I never told anyone how bad it was. We almost died actually,” she said, Mike leaning forward.

“Y/N, please tell me this isn’t going to get morbid…”

“Shh,” you shushed him. Gracie inhaled sharply, putting on a smile.

“Normally in that kind of accident, my injuries would have been much worse, even fatal sometimes, but my dad put his arm in front of me to protect me the only way he could in that split second. I got hurt but I was okay. He ended up breaking that arm quite badly. He was in different casts and braces for close to five months. He was in physical therapy for nine. His arm is still covered in scars. Only recently has he been able to lift the things he used to, work out the way he once did.”

The room was dead silent, Gracie nodding to herself.

“He’s just a man,” she said softly. “He can be hurt. He’s not superman. Our parents, our families…no one’s indestructible. But I think my mom made a good point when she said to enjoy the mess. Life is going to mess with us wether it’s car accidents or our careers or getting our hearts broken. It’s going to get really messy for us really soon. But I think that’s a good thing. My life’s been messy already but good things came out of it. I know my dad might not be superman but he’ll do his best to be that for me always. I know my mom is as scared of public speaking as I am but she volunteered to go before me today to show me it’s no big deal. I know that my dad used to have a fake smile he’d wear for me because he thought I deserved a much better life and father than him.”

Your eyes skirted to find Dean in the crowd, his gaze locked on Gracie, his eyes wet but otherwise his composure solid.

“He was twenty eight years old and he was wrong about that by the way,” she said, giving him her know it all smirk, Dean grinning as he nodded back. “We’re only seventeen and eighteen years old. If people a decade older, two decades, more, are making mistakes, then we definitely are going to. It’s okay that we do. I can’t wait to make them and think the world is ending. We should all make mistakes so we can figure out what we want in life and find the good stuff instead. At the end of the day, I think the good stuff is all that matters. We don’t need supermans in our lives. Just good people. Plus we all know Batman is cooler and he’s just a dude.”

The crowd laughed, Dean smiling proudly, Gracie raising her chin.

“Want to make a mistake with me later dad?” she asked, a mischievous smile on her pink lips. He laughed deeply and nodded.

“Why the hell not?” he said.

“Alright,” she said. “I’ll hold you to it. So…” she looked over at you, shrugging. “I’m done.”

“Why did I get into education? Even the good ones scare the shit out of me,” mumbled Mike as he stood and put on a smile. Gracie scooted back to her seat with a round of applause, Colt leaning over.

“Always knew the kid showing up to first grade in band shirts was going to turn out fucking awesome,” he whispered. You grinned, blushing as you looked at your lap. “Dean’s never let me say it to his face but I’ve met a lot of dads over the years. He’s one of the best. Those kids are lucky to have him, and you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “Now tell me who lost in the betting pool.”

The Next Morning

“She is conked out,” said Dean at the highway rest stop. Gracie was passed out in the backseat while you let Chase and the twins stretch their legs over their breakfast sandwiches nearby. You grinned behind your sunglasses as you leaned against the SUV, Dean smirking back as he replaced the cap on the gas tank. “What?”

“I’m just so honored to be in the presence of the best dad like, ever.” He groaned, letting you wrap your arms around his trim waist. “She really fucking loves you, you know. She’s going to be calling you up when she’s fifty years old asking for help. World’s best dad right here.”

“Stop it!” he laughed. “You teased me all of yesterday. You going to torture me today too?”

“You like when I torture you,” you chuckled, batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s payback for not telling me what this mistake Gracie wants to make with you is.”

“Oh it’s nothing too bad. She just wanted to know if we could go get tattoos together.” You raised your eyebrows, Dean pursing his lips. “Mom’s cool with that?”

“It’s her body, honey and she is legally an adult. We told her last night no more curfew, no more a lot of rules. We need to let her start making those mistakes,” you said, Dean smiling softly at you. “But I mean she is a Winchester. I’d be more surprised if she didn’t want a tattoo.”

“She just wants a little dog paw on the inside of her wrist for Toby,” he said.

“She loved him so much. I love that idea,” you said. “We should get another dog. Feels a little too calm in the house the past six months.”

“Let’s look into it in the fall. Maybe a little surprise present for the kiddos,” he said, letting you trace your fingers over the scars on his right arm. “I was thinking of covering it up. Doctor’s say I’m fully healed, no more surgeries needed.”

“You can. Scars don’t bother me though,” you said, Dean watching you dance your fingers up and down. “Just no face tattoos. That’s where I draw the line.”

“Oh well now I have to,” he laughed, nuzzling your cheek as he hugged you. “What about flowers? I can get one for each of the kids and then you’ll have the biggest one obviously cause you’re the momma.”

“On your face?” you laughed, Dean rolling his eyes.

“My arm, smart ass. I’d much rather look down and see a reminder of why I’d get scars in the first place rather than the scars.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder, Dean rubbing your back.

“Okay. But I’d like you to think of something small I can get for you and the kids. The papa gets protected in this family too.” He hummed, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“Thank you for reminding me of that all those years ago,” he whispered.

“Always.” You heard a groan and spotted Gracie sitting up in her seat, her braid messy as she stared with narrowed eyes. “Well good morning our princess of darkness.”

“So loud,” she grumbled, opening the car door and sliding out. “I’m hungry.”

“Not surprising considering you survived off of cake and chips yesterday,” chuckled Dean. “Come on. Let’s go get you a breakfast sandwich and a coffee. That’ll perk you right up.”

“Coffee?” she asked, following him as they headed towards the rest stop.

“Oh you’re a Winchester. You’re gonna love coffee,” he said. You smiled as you watched them go, resting your head against the SUV.

You didn’t have time to be sad though, Olivia running over and saying the boys stole her hashbrowns.

“Maybe you guys being adults won’t be so bad,” you laughed to yourself. “Someday.”

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soaringeag1e · 6 months

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Escape {69}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Secrets

Words: 1,945

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9 Months Later

A couple of quiet knocks gets Dean to look up from the picture frame in his hand and he smiles at the man in the doorway. Feeling even more at home with the familiar face.

“You settling in, okay?” Dean slowly begins to nod as he looks around the room. “Feel like you never left?” It’s then that Dean’s eyes look through the window to Bobby’s right, his smile fading a little.

“Kind of.”

“Yeah.” The elder breathes before taking a few more steps into the office.

“I’m surprised you never gave my office up.” he admits, setting the picture he was holding down on his desk.

“Well,” Bobby shrugs. “There was a part of me that knew you would be back.”

“What about the part that didn't know?” His father figure remains silent for a moment, seeming to think about the answer though Dean is sure he knows exactly what he was feeling.

“I thought that maybe you needed the out and that you might go and find something else that made you happy.” Hearing that warms Dean’s heart.

“What if I did?” he asks, just curious on what would happen if the last option actually happened.

“Well, then I would give your office up. Eventually.” They both share a light laugh. “That or turn it into a storage room.” Dean grins at his boss before setting another picture on his desk and then reaching back into the box to grab the next frame that needed a home in his office. "Well, you know where to find me if you need something." Bobby informs him as he slowly backs out of the room. "And uh…" he pauses, getting Dean to look at him. "Let's try not to get shot on our first day back, huh?" Despite the darkness of the past year, Dean’s able to chuckle at the joke. Grateful, Bobby grins and then leaves Dean to finish getting settled.

His smile grows a bit as he looks down at the picture in his hand, his thumb gently brushing over the woman in the white dress as he lets that good memory play in his head. Not long after, he sets the frame down, right where he knows he'll always be able to see it.

Continuing to empty his box, he gets everything set up the way he likes and then he takes a seat in his chair, the familiar comfort almost feeling new for how long he's been gone. As he looks across the office and his eyes land on his former partner's desk on the other side of the glass, Dean has to take a minute. He knew coming back wouldn't be easy but he also knew that Eddie wouldn't want him to give up his career because of what happened. Dean was good at what he did and he knew this is where he belonged despite losing an amazing partner and friend.

Deans eyes gently close and he inhales deeply through his nose. His attempt to push away his emotions isn't the greatest but it's enough for him to carry on with his day.

As his computer wakes up after its long slumber, Dean's surprised to see that everything was the same as he left it. Files were sitting in the same spot on his desktop, his background picture was still that of a Zeppelin concert he attended years before he got his badge. Bobby really left his space untouched.

Clicking on a few links, Dean waits patiently while some documents get uploaded on his computer. It's then that he catches his phone lighting up out of the corner of his eye, the notification getting him to grab the device and investigate more.

Movement was detected at his front door, the new doorbell camera working to its full potential. Though, after finding out that Cassidy tampered with the previous camera, it isn't that it didn't work, it's just that he had skills that Dean never knew about. It turned out that the day you had heard someone knocking on the door was in fact Cassidy testing out his plan and clearly it worked way too well.

As the little camera shows his front porch, Dean grins. His brother Sam stood there in a loose shirt and his infamous jogging pants. A few seconds later you had come into view wearing your jogging pants and a hot pink workout top, locking the door before looking into the camera and blowing a kiss.

"Love you."

His smile growing, Dean lightly presses the speaker button on his phone. "Love you too." You smile brightly knowing he has an eye on you and then the two of you turn to step off the porch. Sam takes a second to look into the camera himself, waving to his brother before he takes off jogging to catch up with you.

Knowing that you're safe with Sam, Dean is able to relax a bit more before he dives into his first day back at work.

The two of you would usually spend an average of thirty minutes on your morning jogs. It didn't happen everyday considering the fact that Sam had to work most mornings, but when you both had some free time, it was definitely on the to do list. Another must have was a pit stop on the way back home. A nice little coffee shop run by a sweet older couple that have lived in town since they were kids. You and Sam felt like family going in there every time you were able to go out and you loved it.

“Oh! And can you make that decaf, please?” Sam looks at you a little confused, though you don’t notice as you’re paying for the two drinks. But as the barista nods and then steps away to start your drinks, Sam clears his throat, watching you put your card away.

“Decaf?” As if you didn’t hear him, you then pulled your phone out checking to see if you’ve heard from Dean at all, but everything seemed quiet. “When do you get decaf?” After slipping your phone into the pocket on the side of your pants, you look up at your friend, shrugging softly.

“Since I don’t need the extra kick.” your smile widens a bit before you step around him, waiting at the far counter for your order to be done. But Sam? He’s stuck in his spot for a few more beats, his mind fast tracking through his years of knowing you before he spins on his heel and moves to the end of the counter with you.

“Hold on,” Placing his palm on the counter, he looks at you with doubt in his eyes. “I’ve seen you wired off your ass before and you’d still take some extra shots over decaf.” A soft sigh falls from your lips and you look away, watching the barista make your drink. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Sam.” You say with an annoyance already in your tone.

“Y/N…”

“Shit, Sam, I’m fine!” The little outburst has him pull back a bit, looking at you with concern and slight disbelief and that clearly deflates you. “I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m a little tired and I think when I get back home I’m going to take a nap, so I just don’t want any caffeine right now. It’s not a big deal.” It’s then that Sam’s drink is set up on the counter and he reaches for it, but none of that takes away the concern he has.

“You feeling alright though?”

“Yeah.” you answer in a whisper before reaching for your drink and thanking the team behind the counter.

“Hey,” Lightly grabbing your elbow, Sam’s face is soft, his expression even softer, almost heartbreakingly so. “You can tell me anything. You remember that, right?”

“Of course I do.” your voice is as gentle as his touch. Despite that response and the fact that you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, something didn’t feel quite right. But he didn’t want to push you anymore than he already did. “Is it okay if we start heading back?”

“Sure.” Though still concerned, Sam nods and gives you a soft smile. One that disappears as you start to head for the door.

Unfortunately for you it wasn’t only Sam that could see something was going on with you. Over the next few days Dean had picked up on the slight differences in your behaviors as well. You expressed to him and Sam both that you were just tired. Maybe you were coming down with something or maybe you had some kind of bug that just knocked the energy out of you. Either way, Dean took care of you as such. He tried to let you rest as much as possible, even brought you food in bed to keep you from exerting yourself too much. He begged you to go see a doctor multiple times and it wasn’t until just the night before last that you had told him that you in fact went to see someone. The only thing he didn’t know now was the fact that you knew what was wrong with you. You just weren’t sure how to tell him.

So as the sun slowly rose, the bright orange beams coming through the blinds in the bedroom, Dean's fingers worked the buttons on his dress shirt. His eyes kept lifting to the mirror, catching sight of you sleeping peacefully under the covers behind him. He used to close the bathroom door while he got ready for work in the morning, but you usually couldn’t be disturbed, and if you were, he loved the sight of your sleepy self sitting up and smiling at him from the bed. Though that was always dangerous in itself because he would just want to call in on those days and climb back in bed with you.

Once his buttons were done and he fixed his collar, he doused himself with a little cologne and then turned to leave the room. Slipping his dress jacket off the hanger, he slowly makes his way towards the bed, smiling softly as your face comes into view.

“I love your cologne.” your voice barely makes it out of the blankets, but it’s enough for him to hear.

“I didn’t think I put that much on.” A low moan escapes as you stretch under the covers. “Is it too much?” You disagree with a light shake of your head and a low grumble.

“It’s perfect.” you smile up at him as he sits at the edge of the bed and leans over you. A deep gravelly hum rolls up his chest just as his lips meet yours.

“How are you feeling?” he asks in between kisses and you answer in the same way.

“A little better.”

“Yeah?” Kissing you once more, this one lasts a little longer before he pulls away and just looks into your eyes. “Have you heard back from the doctor yet?”

“Not yet.” you lie as best you can, feeling guilty for not telling him the truth, but you aren’t ready to tell him. You can see how much it’s bothering him, especially after that last answer. He’s clearly concerned and of course looks worried which makes you feel worse.

“Maybe you should call them? Check in with ‘em.”

“I can try.” you lie again, hoping it’ll make him feel a little better. You can tell he’s pleased with your answer but that fear won't go away until you tell him what’s going on. The unknown is always a scary place, but sometimes the known can be just as scary.

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dingo-ate-my-hot-lettuce-crazy · 13 days

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given that he grew up a normal life…

also these jobs are general examples, i dont know entirely enough if they are accurate

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean #spn #winchester #sam winchester #dean headcanons #dean fanfiction #fanfiction #supernatural x reader #college #stanford era #dean au #spn au #dean college #au #dean headcanon

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talesmaniac89 · 1 year

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Charity Heist - Masterlist

Hitter!Dean x Thief!Reader - An SPN Heist AU

Pairing: Dean x female!reader (you)

Summary: The Singer & Winchester Retrieval Agency is the best group of con artists in the world. But even though Y/N can crack safes, scale buildings and infiltrate even the most secure locations, she still can't find a way to deal with her all consuming feelings for the group's greek god of a hitter; Dean Winchester. How will she handle their next big heist, when she's forced to get up close and personal with the man of her dreams?

Warnings: Idiots in love, smutty thoughts, a lot of swearing, a ton of bad jokes.

A/N: This story is 50% jokes and 50% dirty thoughts. No deep angst, just fun and action! A Heist AU inspired by Leverage.

CHAPTER 1 - aka. The Pre-Coffee Preamble

CHAPTER 2 - aka. The Bad Guns

CHAPTER 3 - aka. Front Row Seats to the Gun Show CHAPTER 4 - aka. The Arm Candy Conundrum

CHAPTER 5 - aka. The Swanky Party

CHAPTER 6 - aka. Trapped in the Closet CHAPTER 7 - aka. The Scaredy Cat Stratagem CHAPTER 8 - aka. B is for Boredom, Bad Decisions and Bobo the Clown CHAPTER 9 - aka. Can’t be a Superhero Without a Sad Backstory CHAPTER 10 - aka. The Joys of Soundproofing CHAPTER 11 - aka. The Reluctant Rescue Team CHAPTER 12 - aka. All Chained Up With Nowhere to Go Ch. 13 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 14 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 15 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 16 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED Ch. 17 - aka. INFORMATION REDACTED

New chapter names and publication dates will be revealed as the story progresses!

#charity heist masterlist #charity heist #dean winchester #dean x reader #dean au #au!spn #dean winchester heist au #spn heist au #supernatural heist au #hitter!dean #thief!reader

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heatherstweets · 6 months

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#heathers #heathers the musical #heathers musical #twitter au #twitter #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd

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rizlowwritessortof · 2 years

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Cowboy Rescue - Part 2

Pairing: Rancher Dean Winchester x OC Cory Tate

Word Count: 2668

Warnings: None. Fluff, a little angst, and eventual smut.

Dividers by the ever-lovely @firefly-graphics - thank you, Daisy!

Cory could still hear the wind raging outside when she woke the next morning. It was so cozy in her cocoon of blankets that she didn’t want to move, but her stomach growled impatiently, so she reluctantly threw back the covers.

Her jeans and sweatshirt from the day before were neatly folded and sitting beside her door when she walked out. Dean had apparently washed them for her, and she smiled at his thoughtfulness. She dressed, glad to have clothes that didn’t try to fall off with every step she took, and headed for the kitchen.

There was a note on the kitchen island, and she picked it up, smiling again. ‘Help yourself to whatever you want. The coffee is in the cupboard above the coffeemaker. I have to check on the cattle, so I’ll see you when I get back. Make yourself at home.’

There were bagels in the old-fashioned bread box on the counter, and she toasted one while the coffee brewed, then carried both into the living room. The fireplace was still going, so she fed it a couple of logs to stoke the fire and wandered over to look out the window. It was a little better than the day before, but she could barely make out the barn across the yard from the house and the wind still howled, snow whirling wildly about and adding to the already huge drifts. She went back to the sofa and curled her legs up beneath her, eating her breakfast and enjoying the fire.

It was afternoon when Cory went to the window, wondering how Dean was faring. Silly to worry about a grown man who had lived here his whole life, but… As that thought crossed her mind, Whiskey came into view. She watched as Dean dismounted, then reached up to lift something from the horse’s back. She squinted to see through the swirling snow, gasping softly as she realized he was carrying a calf. He disappeared into the barn, and she hurried to pull on her boots and bundle up quickly in the rest of her outdoor clothes, rushing out the door.

Going down the stairs was treacherous - Dean had cleaned them off earlier, but the wind had begun drifting them full again. Cory made her way through the snow to the barn, struggling with the heavy door in the wind, and pushing her way inside. Dean was just laying the poor creature down in an empty stall, and he turned, surprised to see her. “Dean, how can I help?”

“Well, she needs to get rubbed down, warmed up. I need to mix up some milk replacer, try and get her to eat. Mama didn’t make it. I’m not sure she will either, but we’ll do what we can.”

Cory went to the closet and grabbed an armful of towels, then headed into the stall. Dean had just broken a bale of fresh straw, and bent to lift the poor animal into his arms again, laying it on the soft bed. Cory was on her knees before he could say a word, grabbing a towel and beginning to dry the shivering calf, speaking softly as she worked. She crawled up onto the straw next to the baby, working as quickly and gently as she could, rubbing the poor thing’s fur to dry it and warm it up.

Dean watched her work for a moment, a slightly bewildered smile curving his lips. She was right down there on the floor, getting wet and dirty, completely absorbed in taking care of the helpless creature, and he had to admit he was impressed. “I’ll be right back, need to get her some milk. And take care of Whiskey.”

She nodded with a quick smile, then turned her attention back to the calf. By the time he came back with the calf bottle in hand, she had the animal half on her lap, covered in dry towels, still rubbing to get it warm. “It’s okay, little one, you’re gonna be just fine.” She looked up as he entered the stall, eyes widening at the size of the bottle. “So, how do we get her to drink?”

Dean went to one knee beside the calf, setting the bottle down. “I’ll have to try and keep her upright, and we might have to teach her to suck. Get a couple of fingers in her mouth, and instinct will kick in. Then we can hopefully get her to do the same with the bottle. You don’t mind a little calf slobber?”

Cory laughed. “Well, I guess we’ll see. We have to help her, so whatever we’ve gotta do.”

Dean grinned. “Okay. Ready?” She nodded, and he lifted the calf, holding it steady as she petted and spoke softly to it.

“Okay, girl. You gotta eat now. Let’s give it a try.” She lifted the bottle to the calf’s mouth, but she just jerked away, shaking her head as Dean tried to hold her still.

“Not gonna work. Try to get your fingers in her mouth.”

Cory nodded. “Okay, here goes.” She kept talking, her voice soothing, petting her with one hand and working a couple of fingers into her mouth with the other. The calf bucked a little, but then started to suck, and Cory let out a little cheer. “Good girl! Good girl. See, it’s not so hard. Let’s try this again.” She picked up the bottle again, and Dean reached forward to squeeze gently at the hinge of the animal’s jaw, forcing it to open enough that Cory could work the bottle into its mouth. After fighting for a few seconds, she finally began to suck and Cory let out a relieved sigh. “Such a good girl. You’ll feel better after you eat, little one.”

“Nice work,” Dean praised her, and Cory blushed a little as she smiled, holding the bottle up for the hungry little creature. She downed it in just a few minutes, and they got her settled in her straw bed, covering her with a couple of horse blankets Dean had grabbed from the closet. “Okay, that’s all we can do for now. We’ll see how she’s doing later.”

Dean went ahead of her, cleaning the steps off once again, and they entered the warmth of the house gratefully. “Glad you stoked the fire, feels nice in here,” he commented.

Cory looked down at her clothes with a sigh and laughed softly. “Well, I guess it’s back into your giant clothes again. I’m a mess.”

“Sorry about that. But thanks for the help, it was a lot easier with two of us.” He hung his coat on the hook and turned towards her. “Go ahead and change, I’ll grab us some coffee.”

They sat in companionable silence that evening, Cory absorbed in her reading and Dean working on the ranch books, a pencil between his teeth as his fingers flew over the calculator. He was so focused on his work that, when he looked at the clock, he was surprised that a couple of hours had passed. He stifled a yawn, glancing over Cory’s way and laughing softly. She was slumped sideways on the couch, her face half-buried in the pillow, her reading glasses askew on her face and the book still clutched in her hand.

He closed up the ledgers he’d been working on, putting it all on the large coffee table, and rose to his feet, stretching. He walked over and went down on one knee in front of Cory, taking her book and placing the bookmark inside before laying it on the table beside her. “You are so damn cute,” he whispered, smiling, reaching both hands to gently remove her glasses and place them on top of her book. She let out a little sigh and wriggled down into the couch, and Dean pulled the blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. He stared down at her for a moment, resisting the urge to touch her face. She was proving to be quite a surprise, a pleasant one, and he had to admit he was becoming very attracted to her. Not that it could go anywhere - in a few days, she’d be back in Oklahoma, and he’d be back to being alone.

He rose to his feet, heading to his room to get ready for bed and crawling between the sheets with a weary sigh. In spite of himself he drifted off to sleep imagining the taste and feel of Cory’s soft lips against his.

The smell of coffee made Cory’s nose twitch, and she opened her eyes slowly, a little disoriented. “Morning, sunshine,” Dean teased, setting a steaming mug of coffee on the table beside her as she sat up, peering up at him with a shy smile.

“I fell asleep here?” she asked, her voice still a little raspy from sleep. “I’m sorry.” She pushed the blanket aside and picked up her cup, cradling the welcome warmth in her hands. “Thank you – for the coffee, and for the blanket. Was I snoring and drooling all over your pillows?”

Dean laughed softly. “No. But your glasses were all smashed into your face, so I took them off for you.”

Color rose in her cheeks, and she took a sip of her coffee, her eyes closed in appreciation. “Thanks. Not embarrassing at all.”

“Kind of adorable, actually.” Dean moved to the kitchen doorway, turning to speak to her again. “Another cow dropped a calf yesterday, so I bedded them down in the shelter. But the snow’s really light today, so I’m gonna lead them back with me, see if mama will adopt our orphan calf. Then I’ll go dig your car out enough to get your bags. Sorry I couldn’t get it done yesterday. I’m sure you’d like to have your own things.”

Cory showered and dressed in her once-again-laundered clothes, then busied herself in the kitchen for a time. Once she had a chicken and vegetables simmering in a stock pot, she searched for cleaning supplies, dusting the beautiful hardwood floors and then tackling the furniture. By the time Dean made his way inside with her bags in tow, the house was clean and a delicious aroma filled the air.

He dropped the bags beside the door and pulled off his boots and coat, inhaling the mouth-watering smells with his eyes closed in bliss, then letting his feet carry him to the source.

Cory was singing softly to herself as she cleaned off the island, and he cruised right by her, heading for the stove and reaching for the lid to the stock pot. “No!!” He snatched his hand back as if he’d been scalded, his eyes wide, and Cory giggled. “Sorry, but if you take off the lid, you’ll ruin the dumplings.”

Dean shrugged with a sheepish little smile, stuffing his hand into his pocket. “Sorry, my nose carried me away. Smells amazing in here, what...”

“Chicken and dumplings. My grandma’s recipe. And if you take the lid off before they’re done, the dumplings won’t be fluffy.”

He held his hands up, stepping back from the stove. “Hey, never let it be said that I un-fluffed your dumplings.”

Cory laughed. “In about 20 minutes, you can dig in and let me know if it was worth the wait.”

“Good. Just enough time for a shower. Don’t start without me!”

Dean let out a well-satisfied sigh as he finished his meal, and Cory breathed in silent relief. She was not sure how much longer she could have listened to his unabashedly lustful moans at almost every bite he put in his mouth. She was having a hard enough time trying to ignore his ridiculously attractive appearance without the soundtrack putting more thoughts into her head. After all, she’d be gone in a few days, and the chances of their meeting again were very slim. She pushed that thought from her brain, not liking the feeling that came in its wake.

They cleaned up the dinner dishes together, moving around each other in the kitchen as if they had done it together many times. “So, now – back to the books?” she asked, laughing as he made a wry face.

“Not tonight. I need a break. Something’s messed up and I don’t have the brain cells to tackle it tonight.”

“Want me to have a look?” Dean looked at her in surprise, and she shrugged. “Not trying to be snoopy, just – it’s what I do. Every day.”

“Bookkeeping?”

“I do the books for several of our larger clients.”

“Wow – well, maybe… maybe a new set of eyes wouldn’t hurt. If you wouldn’t mind...”

“Of course I wouldn’t. Besides, look at all you’ve done for me.” He looked into her eyes, finding nothing but an honest desire to help, and nodded.

“Okay. But you’re not spending all night on them like I did last night, just look things over and see if something jumps out at you. Deal?”

“Deal.”

They sat at the dining room table together a little later, and Dean wondered why he hadn’t asked for her help sooner. The only trouble was that it was way too tempting. He’d almost kissed her earlier when she had looked up to show him something, barely restrained the urge and turned his eyes to the page where she was pointing. There was a definite attraction between them, and it was getting more difficult all the time to keep his distance.

In spite of his distraction, they managed to get the books back in order in less than an hour, and he thanked her with enthusiastic gratitude and a cold beer. He set a couple of bowls on the table and sat back down at the table, putting his own beer down along with a deck of cards and a large bag of candy.

“What’s up with this?” she gestured at the items, and he smiled.

“Blackjack. You know how to play?”

“Blackjack?” she laughed. “Yes, I know how to play. But...”

Dean tore open the bag of M&Ms and dumped a generous amount into each bowl. “High stakes in this house. And you can eat ‘em if you want, but don’t blame me if you run out.”

“So we’re playing for M&Ms? My kind of stakes. Deal ‘em out!”

It was almost midnight before they realized it, several beers and a lot of laughter later. Cory helped clean up, turning to Dean as he tossed the deck of cards into a drawer. “Thanks for that, it was really fun. It was nice to do something besides read by the fire.”

Dean smiled through his yawn, nodding. “Yeah. Used to do that with my dad sometimes.” He leaned a hip against the counter and looked at her, his mind made up. Yeah, she was leaving in a few days, but – fuck it. “So glad to have those books straightened out. It was driving me crazy. And I was wondering, you know, if I could take you out tomorrow night, as a thank you.”

Cory’s eyes widened a little. “Take me out?”

Dean nodded, watching her face a little nervously as he spoke. “Yeah. I mean, I know I can’t really take you out, but – I know this place, it’s got a great atmosphere, and the cook’s a little weird but he grills up a mean steak. It’s within walking distance and everything. And then I thought maybe a movie?”

A smile was teasing at Cory’s lips as she listened. “Walking distance, huh? So, is this place like, four star?”

“Well, not really, but there is a dress code. Got anything fancy in that suitcase?” His eyes were sparkling with humor, but she played along.

“Oh, hell, yeah. I was coming to Montana for a party, remember? I think I’ve got something.”

Dean grinned. “Great – so I’ll pick you up at your room, 7 o’clock?”

She looked at him, her eyes smiling back. “7 o’clock.”

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