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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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It Would Have Been Your Birthday

Summary: It would have been Dean’s birthday. But then Jack shows up to change things, breaking his own promise.

Dean x reader

Warnings: Nightmares, feels, spn finale spoilers, spn finale rewrite number 2, Implied smut.

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She walked up the dirt path to where they buried him. Carrying his pie.

She got to his grave; her vision blurred as she got closer.

“Hey Dean, Happy Birthday.” She says, her throat raw from holding back sobs.

She sat his pie down on the ground by the marker.

“It’s so hard, waking up every morning and you’re not there. I miss your strong arms holding me.”

She sat on her knees, unable to stand anymore.

“Sam left the bunker for a case. I haven’t heard from him since. But I couldn’t stay there. The memories hurt. I moved to Colorado.”

“But you hate the snow.” She heard behind her.

Her heart jumped to her throat.

She got up to turn around. She saw him standing there.

“Dean, you’re…”

“Jack let me come down here to visit. As a little birthday gift.” He smiles.

“I missed you so much, losing you hurt so fucking much.”

“I know baby, I can see you hurting. Every night when you pray to me, I can feel your pain.”

“I want you back.”

“I know.” He says with a sad smile.

“Dean…” A voice called out, echoed in the wind.

“I got to go sweetheart. Can you promise me something?”

She doesn’t say anything, but the tears that fell told him everything.

“I know it hurts baby, but you have to move on. See someone else, if you keep this up at the rate, you’re going I’m going to be seeing you soon. I want you to live your life, just like Sammy is.”

“I don’t want it Dean.” She said plainly.

Even as a spirit, tears formed in Dean’s eyes. His death really hurt her in a way even he can’t fix.

“Every night hurts, the nightmares of me reliving that night. And to make it worse, you’re not there to comfort me. When you died it felt as if a part of me has died. And I’m not healing right. It’s been a year, and I still can’t get over it.”

“I’m sorry but I can’t come back.”

“I know.” Her gaze casts downward. “I just want the pain to go away.”

“It will.” A voice said, the two turned to see the voice belonging to Jack.

“Jack, no. Every time I come back it always ends bad.”

“Not this time it won’t.”

“But I thought you said you were not going to be hands on?” Dean asked.

Y/N remained silent, all the energy had left her from the cries and sobs she was fighting to hold back.

“I was, but I can see everything. Her pain. Sam’s pain. When it comes to anyone else, I’d let them be. But you guys, I want you guys to live a long and good life. Not see the ones I love dearly go through this type of pain.”

“Y/N wake up…” a voice echoed in the air.

The sky darkened as if night fell. But there were no stars.

“Dean? Jack?” she shouted. Her voice echoed in the abyss.

“Y/N, baby, please wake up…” the voice echoed. The voice sounded familiar to her but for some reason she couldn’t place who it belonged to.

She looked around and saw the dreaded barn. She could hear a fight break out in the barn.

She ran inside.

She threw the doors open wide, she saw the vampire tackle Dean into the rebar on the post, impaling him.

“NO!” She screamed.

“Y/N wake up!” the voice shouted.

She shot up awake with a scream.

“Dean!”

“Shh, I’m right here baby.” The voice belonging to Dean.

Her breathing began to quicken as she seemed to refuse to calm down.

He’s alive, but how? She wondered.

“It’s okay, I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He tried to console her.

She gripped onto Dean; afraid he was going to disappear.

“Dean.” She gasped.

“Shh, don’t talk, just focus on breathing, try to match your breathing with mine.”

She nods against him.

She ended up falling asleep against him.

She woke up in Dean’s arms.

Last night was real. She thought.

Dean stirred awake as he felt her eyes on him.

“Morning sweetheart.”

“Dean how…I saw you die.”

“Jack brought me back. You came to my grave, and he let me visit you. You didn’t look good. He was thinking about bringing me back, and then you passed out on us.”

“I…”

“He brought me back at that moment, I took you home. You slept for a good portion of yesterday and the day before. You must not have gotten much sleep.”

“No, nightmares about every night.” She says, casting her gaze down to Dean’s chest. As she played with the hem of his shirt.

His lips found her forehead. “Well, hopefully you won’t get any more of those.”

She snuggled more into his chest before the tears came flying and the sobs rocked her body.

“Shh, it’s okay, let it all out baby.” He says as he held her close.

He’s back. And nothing is going to happen to him. She thought.

She relished in his hold as she began to calm down.

Her lips found his in a needy and hungry kiss. He didn’t object, he knows she just wants him. And frankly, he wants her too.

“Look Mommy!”

“Look at you go baby.” y/n shouts back to her daughter.

“Hey mommy, is daddy almost home?” her seven-year-old son asked.

“Almost, he says he was close.”

The sound of a car horn in the drive gave away he was actually closer than they realized.

She opened up the door seeing Dean and Sam outside talking. Sam bringing his son Dean.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” Dean asked entering the house.

“Daddy!” said his son, jumping into his arms.

“Hey buddy,” Dean grunts as he picks him up. “7 Years old, you’re growing up so fast little dude.”

The back door opening, entering their five-year-old daughter.

“Daddy!” the girl cheered. Running up to him and hugging his leg.

“Hey Abby, you two been good for mommy?” Dean asked.

“Hunter helped me riding my bike.” Abby says.

“Way to go Hunter, such a gentleman, just like his old man.”

“Hear that Dean, that’s your uncle admitting he’s old.” Sam says to his son.

Dean just rolled his eyes at Sam.

“Foods going to get cold, let’s get Hunters’ birthday party going.” y/n says.

“Alright, lets get some good food buddy.” Dean says to his son.

The small Winchester family heading into the kitchen, serving dinner and cake and ice cream for dessert. Not long after, opening presents from everyone.

The happy apple pie life the Winchester’s rightfully deserved.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Not You

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst-ish, mind control, scary situations, Fluff

Summary: A witch hunt turns sideways when one of them puts Dean under a mind control spell to kill the reader and Sam. Sam is busy trying to kill the witches while the Reader focuses on Dean.

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“Sam!” y/n shouted when Dean advanced to grab hold of her.

“A little busy at the moment!” Sam shouted.

He was currently in a flying match with two witches. He was trying to use his witch killing bullets to kill the witches and free Dean of the mind control spell the witches cast on his brother.

Y/N ran through the house to hide from Dean. But he was close behind.

“Dean, please, I know it’s a spell, but you have to fight back.”

He says nothing. As he stalks towards her. His eyes were just filled with anger and evil, his glare terrified her.

The doors just took her to guest rooms, but no other way to go up or around. The hallway ends.

Her back is against the wall as she tries to hold back the tears of terror as Dean gets closer to her.

“Dean, baby, please. I hope you can hear me. Fight them please!” she cries.

I’m trying baby. I’m so sorry.

He is close by to her now, his hand grabs her by the throat cutting off her air. She grasps hold of his harm in desperate attempts to get free.

God, no, stop! Please! I’ll do anything just don’t hurt her!

Dean reached from his back and pulls out his angel blade, and without hesitation he drives the blade through her side.

All the air rushes out of her as a cough. No sound escapes her lips as her vision swims to darkness.

Her eyes rolling in the back of her head as her eye lids fall.

Two, three gun shots are heard downstairs. And Dean breaks free from the spell.

He releases y/n. Leaving the blade in her, in a desperate attempt to stop any type of bleeding.

“Sam!” Dean shouts.

“Dean!” Sam shouts as he runs up the stairs. He turns down the hall and sees him holding her.

“I’ll get the car started, Dean, we have to go. Now.” Sam urged as he turned quickly at his heel and runs at full speed to the Impala.

“Hang in there y/n, do you hear me? Please, don’t die on me. We’re getting you out of here. Just hang in there please.” He begged. As he carried her down the stairs and out of the house, to Sam waiting in the Impala’s driver seat.

He sits in the back, with her in his lap as Sam sped well over the speed limit to the nearest hospital.

She woke up in the hospital bed, a dull pain in her side and a slight weight on her leg.

She allowed her eyes to adjust to the lighting in the room and looked at her leg to find Dean, laying his head on her leg, sleeping somewhat soundly.

She absentmindedly played with Dean’s hair, letting her hand run through the long strands of his dirty blonde, almost brown, hair.

He stirred awake at her touch. His head rose slowly as he started to wake up, letting his eyes adjust to the room. Her hand finding his cheek, running her thumb across his cheekbone, causing him to lean into her touch.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?’ he asks.

“Good, just a dull ache in my back and side. Probably from laying here for a little bit.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

“I do Dean, and you don’t have to apologies for anything.”

“I nearly killed you, it is my fault.”

“Dean, those witches had you under a mind control spell. It was not you.”

He shook his head, casting his gaze down, not wanting to be forgiven.

“But…”

“Dean, it was not you. Don’t let this get to you. In a way, when you do that, you’re letting them win.”

He sat up straighter, slightly taken aback by her statement.

“Please, don’t beat yourself up over something that wasn’t you.” She adds.

He nods at her, his face reading almost like an unspoken apology.

“Can I get a cuddle from you?” she asked. “You look like you need one.”

“Sure thing sweetheart.” He says with a smirk.

Taking his boots off and flannel off, he gets in the bed with her, letting her curl into his side.

“I love you y/n.” He breathed.

It wasn’t the fact he said it out of the blue. It was the way he said it. She felt his arms tighten around her; she returns it to him.

“I almost lost you today, all because of some witches. I’d be lost if you died.” He adds.

“I love you too Dean.” She whispers. “It would hurt like nothing else I’ve experienced if I lost you.” She admits.

He gives her another assuring squeeze around her shoulders. She also returns it to him.

Not long after she fell asleep in his arms.

Feeling her lax in his arms, he finally allowed himself to relax. He even began to forgive himself. Because she was right about one thing. If you fight and kill a monster, and you don’t forgive yourself for any reason, in a way you’re letting the monster win.

Forgive yourself, keep that head high, and always keep fighting.

Eventually Dean feel asleep with her asleep in his arms.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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Save Him

Warning: A total rewrite of Carry on because…well…it’s shit. And maybe not from start to finish, the beginning half of the episode was good. No other warnings, just a feel good fic to help cope with the end of SPN.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: Events are after the fight with the vampires.

Word Count: 1,369

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Summary: Sam and Dean go on one last hunt. But just before the older Winchester can accept his fate, his little brother fights for him one last time.

(My opinion, the acting was awesome. Jared and Jensen deserve all the Oscars after that performance. Just, story-wise, it’s shit. Too fast and rushed. And out of character, Sam didn’t even call 911, or put an attempt into saving Dean. They just accepted ‘fate’. After they said they’re better together, and worthless apart. Dean saying, he sees him retiring from the life in Season 13, and actually seeming like he was looking forward to it. Sure, it’s the only way to end the show, but too soon. Dean deserved more, and Sam’s kids deserve an uncle. The boys deserve to grow a family of their own. But that is just my opinion, Jensen and Jared will forever be my favorites.)

“It’s okay,” Dean says. Fighting off the pain as best as he could. “It’s okay, it’s good.”

“It’s good.” He says, smiling.

“No Dean, this is not good.” Sam argues. Clearly upset and freaking out his older brother is dying and there’s nothing he can do about it.

Unless…

“Jack!” he calls out, pacing the barn.

“Sam, don’t.” Dean groans. “He said he was hands off.”

“Jack if you can hear me, save him. You owe us that much!”

Moments later Jack appears in the barn.

“Jack, save him.”

“Of course, Sam. You don’t have to ask me twice.” Jack says. Snapping his fingers. Snapping the boys back to the bunker, Dean fully healed. Miracle running over to them, greeting them with licks and tail wags.

“But I thought—”

“I owed you guys that much. For all the things I’ve done to you, Mary. I just wanted to not only make it up to you guys, but to give you a proper chance at life.” Jack explains.

Dean stood there, speechless and taken aback by Jack’s reasoning. He was still wanting their forgiveness, and he did it by bringing Dean back to life.

“A proper chance?” Dean asked.

“I got Cas out of the Empty and we’re working on making a world just for monsters. So, this world can be free of them. No more monsters, no more hunting.” Jack says.

“That’s amazing Jack, thank you.” Sam says.

“Yeah, that’s awesome.”

Jack smiles on his family. “Anything for my family.” And vanishes.

“So,” Sam goes. “What now?”

“Now, we start living.”

5 years later…

After 5 years of leaving the bunker and living the apple pie life. Sam, managed to get back together with Eileen, and have been married to her for two years. Sam working at a law firm agency, having gone back to law school, and graduated recently with honors.

Dean’s story. Dean always liked working around cars, he liked working with his hands. Dean tried his hand at school, wanting to open up his own garage. Not being a fan of being bossed around and such, following in Bobby’s footsteps. Opening a garage, scrap yard, fixing up cars, reselling them. Restoring them. At Winchester’s Restorations.

It wasn’t until a few years later, after his garage has been opened, and the Winchester’s are living comfortably in their apple pie life, he had a visit he didn’t know he was waiting for his whole life.

It was a stormy night, his garage normally closes around 8pm, later than most garages in Lawrence Kansas.

A car pulls up to his garage, sounding god awful. The engine making a noise even he didn’t like the sounds of it.

Hurrying outside, he urged the driver to shut off her car. She does so.

Grabbing her things, she gets out of her car.

“My car has been making this noise all day today, and just as I’m driving home from work the check engine light came on.” She explained. “Now, I know you do restorations, but what about just, regular like, garage stuff like fix up cars like mine.” She asked.

“I know what you mean, and yes, I do that stuff too. Let’s get you squared away so I can do it tomorrow.” Dean says with a smile.

They hurry inside to get out of the rain.

Dean grabbed the correct paperwork, having her fill out her information of her car and her contact information and the problem. And handing it back to him.

“Alright, I’ll start on it first thing tomorrow.” He tells her.

“Thank you so much.”

“It’s not a problem.” He says with a smile. “Do you have a ride home miss?”

“Um, no I don’t. I’m new to Lawrence.” She says.

“It’s totally fine, I have no problem giving you a ride, if you like.” Dean offered.

“I don’t know you.”

“Just thought I’d offer.” Dean says.

“My name is y/n. I’m from Nebraska, and I’m a writer.” She says.

“Dean Winchester, I’m was born and raised here.”

She nods. As the two get to know each other.

Dean happily gave her the ride, she accepted happily given the storm not lighting up.

As Dean sat outside her house, while she gathered her things and got ready to head in.

“I really enjoyed your company Dean, maybe you should call me some time.” She offers.

“I’ll take you up on that offer sweetheart. See you soon.” Dean smiles.

She smiles back, as she exits the impala, she’s taking a number of times looking back at Dean. She shuts the car door behind her, running inside so as to not get soaked by the rain.

Dean keeps an eye out to make sure she is in the house, safe and sound before driving off.

Only to make a turn seeing the road flooded. Turning around he tries another route to getting out of the neighborhood, getting the same road.

It had been raining all day that day, and well into the evening. It’s no surprise if the creeks and rivers have gone over their banks, or even the storm drains having a hard time keeping up with the rainfall. So, he drives back to her place.

Rings her doorbell. She opens the door after a few beats. Dressed in her more comfortable clothes, sweats, oversized t-shirt and a pair of big warm socks.

“Problem?” she asks, when she sees him.

“Roads are flooded, kind of trapped here.” He says sheepishly.

“It’s not a problem, come on in.” she offers

She had popped in a couple of frozen pizza’s in the oven while Dean got himself comfortable.

She headed up to her guest bedroom, where she had spare clothes stashed away. From number ex-boyfriends who have forgotten most of their clothes. She grabbed Dean a pair of sweats and a comfy t-shirt.

She heads back downstairs to offer Dean the clothes.

“I have some clothes, hope they fit.” She offers.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, thanks sweetheart.” He says, taking the clothes.

“Bathroom is down this hall here on the left.” She points out.

Dean makes his way to the bathroom, getting out of his work clothes and into the comfy clothes offered to him.

The beeping of the oven going off as he exits the bathroom.

“Hope you don’t mind, I heated up some pizza.”

“It’s okay, I am starving, thanks for offering.”

She smiles, offering him a styrofoam plate of pizza.

Dean spent the night that night, and every night since then.

After that night, they bonded over stories. She learned of the places he’s been, she knows he’s keeping a major part of his life secret. But maybe it is for the best that she doesn’t know the hell he has been through.

As the years went on, Sam and Dean having families of their own. Sam had his son, who he named after his brother Dean. And Dean having him kids of his own, two boys, twins and a girl. Kevin, Jack and Charlie.

Monsters really were a thing of the past. But the people over the years up to this point, the people Sam and Dean have saved, made stories. Like heroes to legends.

They lived their life, happy and to the fullest.

Sam and Dean died of old age in their homes, surrounded by family and those they love.

Up in heaven, where Bobby sat on the porch of Harvell’s Roadhouse and waited for the boys to enter heaven.

“It’s about time you boys showed up.”

“Bobby?” Dean asks.

“What memory is this?” Sam asks.

“This ain’t a memory. You’re not living in your golden years anymore. Rufus just lives about half mile that way. You’re parents there.” Bobby pointed out.

“Wait, mom and dad are here?” Sam asked. Bobby nods.

Sam taking off, Dean following him.

They catch a glimpse Dean’s Impala, with his old Kansas plates, KAZ 2Y5. Dean excited he sees his old baby again.

“Let’s go see our family.” Sam says. Dean smiles, agreeing.

Dean turning the key in the ignition of the impala, roaring the engine to life.

The radio playing Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas.

“God, I love this song.” Dean sighs.

“Same.” Sam says.

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What I’ve Done

Dean x Reader

Warnings: It’s a dark-ish one, angst, language, spn level gore, spn 15x19 spoilers, fluffy end

Summary: It’s the final showdown, Sam, Dean, Jack and the reader against Chuck. But Chuck somehow gets to the reader controlling her every move.

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a/n #2: This has been bugging me for a few days, I wrote this in like, 2 days. Feedback is much appreciated.

“Y/N?” Dean asked.

Sam, Dean and Y/N were face to face with Chuck.

Her face was totally blank and emotionless.

“Three versus one, don’t you guys think that’s a bit unfair.” Chuck says in an evil tone. “How ‘bout I take Y/N on my side and make the odds fair.” He gestures y/n to join his side.

She walked over to Chuck’s side. Dean looking offended and hurt.

“Dean, it’s mind control. Look at Y/N.” Sam says.

“Her eyes have a red color to them. Sam, I can’t hurt her.”

“Which is why I picked her. I knew you wouldn’t hurt her; she wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll love the outcome of this story.” Chuck says, looking confident once again. “Y/N, get him.”

Her eyes flashed red; her sights set on Dean.

“Y/N, I know you’re in there, fight him.” Dean tried to get to her as he backed away from her as she advanced him.

She doesn’t respond.

Dean! Please get away from me!

“Y/N, Please!” He begged. Turning to run in the forest to try to lose her.

“Now, Sam. Let’s have some fun.” Chuck says eyeing Sam.

She was still fairly close to Dean as he tried to give her the slip in the forest.

“Please, baby, please.” Dean began to panic. Unsure of what to do.

But she caught up. Grabbing a fist full of his shirt and coat. Landing a hard punch to his face. Breaking the skin, cutting his cheek immediately from the force.

“Y/N, Please I know you’re in there. I know how strong you are. Fight him, he’s got nothing on you.” Dean tried again.

I’m trying Dean, it’s God after all. Now, fight back and get away from me!

But she kept punching him.

Dean’s face now swollen, a black eye, split lip and cheek as he struggled to breathe.

“Y/N, I love you baby. I know you must be fighting hard.”

Dean, he’s too strong, you have to kill me. Fight back. SOMETHING!

“But I can’t live with hurting you,” he says, as if he heard her plea.

“I love you too damn much sweetheart.”

Dean, please!

Y/N began to hesitate, she was winning.

“Y/N?” Dean questioned.

“Dean, please get away from me.” Y/N forced out, fighting Chuck.

“You’re almost out of it baby, keep fighting.” Dean urged.

“I have no control over my body Dean,” Y/N says as her hand that had his shirt and coat moved to his shoulder.

“I know it must be hard baby, I’ve seen you fight some tough things. Me included you can fight anything.” Dean continued.

“Y/N, Fight him!” Dean shouted.

She felt Chuck’s power taking hold. She grunted and groaned in the pain it took to fight him.

“Finish him!” Chuck yelled from the edge of the forest.

The red flashed over her eyes again, and her free hand drove itself through his chest, his heart in hand.

NO!

She pulled her hand from Dean’s chest, dropping his heart to his side. Dean fell over with a thud on the forest ground.

“NO!” Y/N Shouted with such force. She forced Chuck out.

“This is for Dean, you son of a bitch.” Jack says.

Jack brings his hands to Chuck, drawing his power from him. Making Jack a new God.

“Dean.” Y/N choked as she crawled to him.

He laid lifeless on his side in a pool of his own blood.

“Dean, I’m so sorry.” She cried.

Sobs tore through her as she let out a pained cry. Falling to her knees.

Jack ran over to Dean and Y/N, Sam in toe.

“Jack, can you---”

“I’m way ahead of you Sam.”

And with a snap of his fingers, Dean takes in a breath of air. His chest wound healed. As if she didn’t just rip his heart out.

On her knees next to Dean, she has her face in her hands crying fiercely.

Dean, without saying anything, brings her to his arms holding her close in his embrace.

Despite her trembling in his hold, he kept calm for her sake.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m right here.” He soothed in her ear, over and over again.

She laid her head down to sleep that night. But is plagued by the images from her fight with Chuck she can’t forget.

“I love you sweetheart.” She heard Dean whisper.

She remembered the feeling of her hand driving through his chest and grabbing his heart. She remembered all of it.

She knew it was a nightmare, when Dean was standing before her, a blood red blotch on his shirt where his heart was ripped out. With an apologetic smile on his face, holding his hand out for her to hold.

She tearfully shook her head before she fell to her knees to cry.

She shot awake clutching her blanket, trying to shake her nightmare.

I have to. She thought. As she got up out of bed and out of her room. She made her way to Dean’s room.

She quietly opened his door, slowly entering.

She can see his sleeping form in the dark room, the only light coming from the hallway.

Miracle’s head perked up as she woke him up, but doesn’t bark or make any noise, sensing she’s upset.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

He’s okay. She thought with a sigh of relief.

And she sniffled.

Dean stirred, feeling someone in his room. And hearing a sniffle behind him.

He turns to sit up and face her.

“Y/N?” He asks, confused yet concerned. “What’s up, are you okay?”

“Dean,” she says, holding back cries.

He gets up out of bed, concerned for her.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong, what’s got you crying?” he asked. As he got to her, hands on her shoulders.

She stood at chest height to the eldest Winchester, she flinched at her minds eye tricking her in seeing a blood red blotch on the chest of his shirt. She turns her head away.

“Talk to me sweetie, what’s got you upset?”

“Nightmare.” She breathed.

“Lets hang out for minute.” Dean suggests.

He walks her out of his room and to the Dean Cave. Thanks to Mrs. Butters, the TV is fixed and fully functional.

He knows that watching some movies, like comedy’s, cartoons, would help take her mind off of bad hunts. And after the events at the lake with Chuck, he knew what her nightmare was about without even having to ask her.

He pops in one of his personal favorites, Caddyshack.

Y/N and Dean sat side by side on the couch, but that only lasted for one millisecond. Once Dean sat down after popping the movie in, he takes Y/N by the arm and guides her to lay at his side for a little cuddling comfort.

It didn’t take long for the walls to break at his embrace.

“It’s okay baby, I’m right here. Nothing’s going to hurt your or me, anymore.” He soothes.

One movie turned into three. She calmed down after the first movie, crying on and off during Caddyshack. She would move off of Dean some so he could change the movie.

During, Bounty Hunter, he felt her relax against him and her breathing had evened out and slowed down some. He looked down and seen she fallen asleep against him.

He heard a pair of footsteps enter the Dean Cave.

“Dean.” Sam whispers.

“Hey Sammy, what time is it?” Dean asked, wondering why Sam’s up so early.

“It’s after 5 in the morning. Have you two been up all night?”

“Not really, she had a bad nightmare that had her crying. Thought I’d sit up with her watching some movies.”

“You two are perfect for each other, how you guys can keep each other in check.”

“I wouldn’t want to mess this up.”

“You wouldn’t Dean, if anything, it’d be making it stronger and better.”

“I suppose.”

“Is she asleep?” Sam asked.

“She is.”

Sam doesn’t say anything, he hurries to Dean’s room. Knowing the type of blanket that Dean has that Sam caught her cuddled in after a bad hunt that had Dean in the hospital. She slept in her room but with this blanket of Dean’s.

He came back to the Dean cave, draping it across the two on the couch.

“It may not be comfortable, but you need sleep Dean.” Sam suggests.

“I’m sure I’ll crash here in a few.” Dean says. He yawns not long after admitting he was tired.

He let his eyes fall closed, and he fell asleep holding his girl.

Sam only shook his head with a smile at Dean. He left them be, but Miracle joined them by sleep by the couch next to Dean.

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