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Nothing Else Matters

Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, A Little Heartache, A Little Angst, LOTS and LOTS of FLUFF! Tooth Rotting Fluff! {Forgive me if I forgot something}

Words: 8,498 {Whoa....}

Summary: You and Dean may be young, but you know what you want. When it’s clear that both your dad and his are completely against your relationship, you and Dean agree to do something that goes against everything they believe in and will change your lives forever.

This is for @jensengirl83 1k celebration! Again, Brandy, Congratulations, love! You deserve all the love! My song was Nothing Else Matters by Metallica

Also adding this to my @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo. Crossing off the FLUFF box

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Summer was creeping up and the weather proved that, but there was still a chill in the air. The small waves that rolled across the lake shimmered as the moon casted it’s brightness over the wooded area. The hood of the Impala was still warm from the drive up but it was getting cooler with every minute that ticked by.

It wasn’t unusual, really. Dean was used to waiting and he honestly didn’t mind. That’s why this was the meeting spot. The quiet forest mixed with the lake and the blanket of stars above him was not only beautiful, but also peaceful. A great place to think.

A smile began to pull at his lips when he could hear tires crunching into the gravel road in the distance. He knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up. You always did.

As your headlights ran across the Impala and then beamed across the lake, Dean pulled away from the hood of his car, his smile growing when the lights turned off and the engine cut.

The second you climbed out from behind the wheel, he could see the stress that you were carrying with you the entire drive. Another thing he was used to, unfortunately. But the relief you seemed to get when you looked at him always made everything better. For both of you.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh heavily as you push your door shut behind you. “I thought he was going to wake up so I held out for a little longer.”

“It’s okay.” he attempts to calm your nerves before gently resting his right hand along your cheek and bringing you closer, pressing his lips to yours like he always did when you were upset. Light and sweet.

When he pulled away, he smiled a bit when he saw that your eyes were still closed; but as you opened them, that smile fell. The moonlight highlighted the tears that were building up in your eyes, causing his gut to twist into knots.

“Hey.” he speaks softly, his thumb lightly sliding against your skin, bringing you comfort but not taking away your pain. “What is it?” You take a second to gather yourself, sniffling a little before looking him in the eye.

“I heard my dad talking to yours.” Right as you told him, his own irritations came to light, but he still held them in pretty well.

“I know. I heard them too.” he confesses. His own pain being heard as his hand falls to his side.

“What are we going to do?” Dean drops his gaze to the gravel below. He knew you both would have to talk sooner or later and time was definitely running out. He was just avoiding the subject because he couldn’t stand it.

“I don’t know.” You continued to fight off your emotions as he ran his hand along the back of his neck.

“They really don’t want us together.” Despite your attempts to keep your emotions in, your voice was unsteady and cracked in a few places.

“No. They don’t.” he says before turning around and slowly making his way back towards the lake. He could hear your feet crunch against the ground as you followed, your steps slower than his.

“If they follow through with what they said then we’ll never see each other again.” Just the thought tore at his chest and made him want to punch something. “You guys will go one way and we’ll go the other.”

“They’ll definitely follow through.” Dean confirms before lifting his head a bit and letting his eyes look over the calm water. “My dad’s not the type to threaten something like that and not follow through.”

“So...this is it?” As he heard your voice break even more than before, his eyes fell shut. He was feeling the same pain you were but he was trying so hard to keep himself together. “Once this hunt is wrapped up...there’s no more you and me?”

“No.” he quickly replies and turns in his spot. “Cause I’m going to come up with something.”

“What? What are you going to come up with that’ll change our fathers minds? Two hard headed and stubborn hunters that never back down from anything!?”

“I don’t know!” he snapped more than he wanted and he instantly regretted it. “I don’t know yet. But I’ll come up with something.” You wanted to believe him and he could see it, but he could also see that your belief wasn’t as strong as the reality in your mind.

“Hey...” he walks up to you and takes your hands in his, pulling on them lightly to get you to look up at him. “I’ll think of something. Don’t give up on me yet, okay?”

The hunt kept going for the rest of the week, and so did Dean. He had come up with a few solutions but none of them worked out in his head. Well, almost none of them. There was one that Dean had come up with that would probably work out, but even he had to admit it scared the crap out of him.

You on the other hand were trying to come up with your own plan, and sadly you were attempting the very thing you knew wouldn’t work. But you were growing more and more desperate as the week went on knowing that you were that much closer to losing Dean forever.

“No.”

“Dad!”

“You’re just a kid, Y/N!”

“No I am not!” your dad huffs and goes back to focusing on his computer screen. “Dad, I’m twenty years old...”

“Yeah. A kid.” After he glares at you for a moment, he turns back to his screen, and that’s when you finally break. Not caring what the consequences are.

“I love him, dad.” Your dad slams his fist against the table top, but you don’t give him a chance to lecture you even more. “I do and you can’t do anything that’ll change that!”

“Yes I can. You are my daughter and you’re too young and too stupid to even know what love is! That boy will only bring you trouble...”

“You’re friends with his dad!”

“I am! But I’m not blindsided with heart eyes! Those distractions will only get you killed! Relationships don’t last for hunters, Y/N! Look at what happened to your mother!” Of course he would go there. Why wouldn’t he? “You are my daughter, and I will not let that happen to you.” figuring that was the last of the conversation since he always seemed to have the last word anyway, he went back to his computer.

“What if I don’t want to be a hunter, dad?”

“What do you mean you don’t want to be a hunter? It’s what we’re great at! It’s what we do!” You don’t know why but you had officially ran out of arguments. Your side of things would never come off well with him, so why bother.

“Now be a good girl and go grab those guns from the truck and load ‘em all up, okay? We need to make sure they’re ready.” You didn’t want to leave it at that, but you honestly had no idea what else to say to him. He wasn’t going to back down and you knew John felt the same way.

“I was sure that was the place.” John complained as the two men made their way to their trucks. Sam followed a few feet behind them and you were close on his heels, Dean being somewhere right behind you.

“Y/N.” you barely registered Dean’s voice behind you before he had a hold of your arm, pulling you back a bit before making you travel a lot slower than you previously were. "We need to talk."

"Okay?" Dean glances towards the other three before whispering to you.

"Meet me at the Impala after your dad's asleep."

"Y/N!" Your dad yells out before you can say anything back to Dean, your head snapping towards the man when his scolding voice registered with you. "Let's go." He nods towards the truck and you can't help but look over at Dean, a sad expression on your face before you hustled towards your father.

Dean’s stomach was churning. He was so scared to follow through with this, but at the same time, he was terrified not to. He didn’t want to hunt anymore and he knew you didn’t either. You just did so because that’s what your fathers did and well, you were dragged along with them. But you were both over the legal age of being an adult now and if he was ever going to leave this life, the best time would be now.

Him, Sam and John had dinner together and their motel room and he knew that you and your dad were just on the other side of the wall doing the same. Having Sam around made it a tad easier to sneak out. You on the other hand had it a bit harder. But somehow you always seemed to make it work.

It wasn’t until a few hours later that everyone seemed to be asleep. As always, Dean beat you to the meeting place, but he was shocked at how fast you were able to meet with him.

He startled a bit when you opened the passenger door and climbed in, but after enjoying a much needed kiss, Dean laid it all out. Told you all the different plans that he had come up with but then proceeded to explain why they really wouldn’t work. All but the one. You could see how scared he was even though he tried to hide it, and honestly, after hearing it, you were too. But just like him, that one plan seemed to be the only way out. the only one that would keep you both together.

“I understand if you don’t want to. I’ve been struggling with the thought myself, but with how close were are to finding this nest...I knew I needed to tell you.” Dean says, his voice breaking just a tad before he looks you in the eye. “I don’t want to rush you, but...”

“We need to decide.”

“Yeah.” he breath in agreement, nodding softly as he looks down at your trembling fingers. “Hey.” he takes one of your hands then, making you look at him before he spoke. “If you don’t want to do this, that’s okay. I don’t want you to agree to this just because...”

“I don’t want to let you go.” you add as you begin to cry. A tear slips from your eye and Dean catches it, and his jaw locks in place as he holds back his own emotions.

“The thing is...I can’t promise you anything. The only thing I can, is that I promise to always protect you. But that’s it.” he falls silent after that. He’s not waiting for an answer, but he doesn’t want to just send you back off to your room.

He sees your brain working overtime as you run the options in your head and he lets go of your hand to sit back a bit in his seat. He feels it getting a bit chilly in the cab, but he refuses to turn the ignition over and use the heat as it will risk waking up both of your fathers. So he just sits there, letting his own mind go over the options again, wondering if there’s a better way; but he seriously can’t think of any.

“Let’s do it.” you fragile voice finally breaks the silence around him, and he almost can’t believe what you said.

“Y/N...if we do this, we...”

“I don’t care.” you stop him, letting him know that you know the risks. The challenges that lie ahead. “I don’t care.” you say again with a shrug and a hint of a smile. “I want you, Dean.” and just like that, the emotions roll back in. “We’ve faced so much already, so...if anyone can help me through this, it’s you.” Not that he would ever want to let you down, but the trust you had in him blew his mind sometimes.

“You’re sure you want to do this?”

“Yes.” you don’t hesitate in answering him. You barely let him get the question out before you did.

“Okay.” he can fell his stomach twist, but there’s something about knowing for sure now that almost brings him peace. “I um...I need to tell Sam.” he expects your eyes to widen and for you to tell him ‘no’, but neither happen. “I just...I can’t leave him, and...if he wants to come...”

“That’s fine.”

“Okay.” he tries to allow his body to relax. It’s done. He wants it. You want it. He’s still terrified on what lies ahead, but that fear seems to be slowly dissipating.

Taking your hand once again, he slides towards the middle of the leather seat, his left hand immediately raising to your cheek as his lips land on yours.

“I love you, Dean.” you breathe against his lips, sliding your fingers along his cheek.

“You too, sweetheart.”

“Always so many of them.” Your dad grumbled as he walked with John back to the two trucks waiting outside the old farmhouse. The vamp nest was bigger than any of you were expecting, but with the five of you all swinging your machetes, it didn’t take too long at all. It didn’t mean that it wasn’t still exhausting though.

At least we’ll all sleep good tonight.” John added, both of them wiping off their machetes and packing them back in the bed of the trucks.

As the three of you “kids” followed suit, you met Dean’s gaze before heading for your fathers truck. The knowing glint in your eyes matching as you both disappeared into the separate trucks.

The nightly routine was sort of similar to the others in the past two weeks, but considering it was so late, everything moved a bit faster. Your dad pulled through a drive through, eating his food on the way back to the motel. But the time you got there, he had to finish off his drink and take a shower, otherwise he was in bed and passed out all within an hour of being back. Your bags were packed and sitting by the front door cause both him and John agreed that after a good nights sleep, you were all hitting the road. This was it. The night that your entire life was going to change.

After turning out the lights and climbing into bed, you laid there with your eyes on the ceiling. Time ticked away slow and it was just so agonizing. You could feel your emotions trying to come to the surface knowing what this night was. The last night of everything. You were terrified, but you trusted Dean. so you held onto that.

Finally, after hours of torture, you saw the old dusty alarm clock turn to the designated time. The time you both had agreed on.

Sliding from your bed, you kept your eyes on your sleeping father as you moved towards the door. You took a hold of your bag and gently placed your hand on the door knob.

Every night you snuck out, you were scared. But nothing compared to this night. You felt like breaking out in tears. Part of you wanted to go up to your dad and say you’re sorry, but you knew you couldn’t. If you wanted Dean, this was how it had to be.

Biting on your lip, you mouthed ‘I love you, dad” and then you pulled the door open. You made sure he didn’t move before closing it behind you and then you placed your hand on the door for just a moment. Like a final goodbye.

Walking out into the parking lot, you ran your hand along your dads truck, trying to leave behind a part of you for him. You could see the note you left for him in the front seat and you only hoped it would bring him some type of peace. Just passed that, you spot the Impala and it’s like all the pain you were just feeling melted away.

Dean was just coming around the side from the trunk smiling when he saw you coming out with your bag. Sam was just pulling on the back door, ready to hop in when he saw you too, and he sent you a little wave.

“You ready?” You nod a little before looking over your shoulder again, swallowing back the tears for your father.

“Yeah.” Dean smiled and took your bag from you, going to stick it in the trunk to join his and his brothers.

This was it. The night before life moves on.

3 am was coming up on the dash and you knew it was only a couple of hours until your dad would be waking up. You felt the heaviness follow you from the motel and you just hoped that with time it would wash away.

Dean glanced in the rearview seeing that Sam was laid out in the back seat, fast asleep. He hears a familiar tune start up on the radio and he smiles. The soft start of the electric guitar filling his soul and as his head started singing off the lyrics before they came through the speakers, he realized how appropriate this song was right now.

He turned to look at you, wanting to point out the irony and that’s when he saw your heaviness. Your head was dropped and you were slowly spinning your phone in your lap.

So close, no matter how far Couldn’t be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters

Making sure the road’s clear ahead of him, he reaches over and takes your hand in his, running his thumb over your knuckles. You finally look up at him, your eyes glistening with the random street lights that shine into the cab as he passes them.

Never opened myself this way Life is ours, we live it our way All these words, I don't just say And nothing else matters

He continues to look at you with concern, but you smile back at him. It’s clear that you’re scared for many reasons and if he wasn’t sure if this was the right thing, he wouldn’t have brought it up. He would have just let it slip and said goodbye to you once everyone woke to the morning sun. But he had a gut feeling that this was the right thing. Neither of you wanted to hunt anymore. You did it just because your parents did. You wanted to live a normal life. Go grocery shopping, sleep in on the weekends, have Super Bowl parties. You both wanted normalcy, and he was sure this was the way to get it.

Trust I seek and I find in you Every day for us something new Open mind for a different view Never cared for what they do Never cared for what they know

You squeeze his hand back, letting him know that you’re going to be okay, and you love how he just seems to know. He smiles back, squeezing your hand in return before focusing back on the road.

Nothing else mattered now. You had Dean and you were both on your way to live the life you’ve both been dreaming about for the last few years. Everything was going to be okay.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you remember waking up with the sun coming through the windows and the car off. The gas pump right next to the car telling you that Dean had to make the stop.

“You sleep okay?” For some reason you forgot Sam was in the back, so his question had you almost jump out of your seat.

“Uh...yeah.” After clearing the sleep from your voice, you turned a bit in your seat. “How about you?” Sam only shrugged and nodded before looking back to the book in his hands.

“Alright, here we go.” With the windows down, you heard Dean before he even opened his door. “Hey. Morning.”

“Morning.” He gave you a sweet smile before setting two packages on his seat, ripping open the third in his hand.

“Sammy.” he calls out before tossing him the disposable phone and grabbing another. “Sweetheart.” he says after he rips that one open and hands it over to you.

Once all three phones were free from their packaging, he tossed the plastic and carboard in the trash and jumped back in the drivers seat. It was then that you realized that he had already disposed of your old phones, cause yours was no longer in your lap where you kept it.

“Where’d you get the money to do all this?” Dean glanced in your direction as he started his girl up, but then smirked before tossing her into drive.

“I’ve been hustling pool for the last few weeks. Saving up, just in case.”

Brownsville, Oregon.

A small town of less than two thousand residents and hidden inside acres of beautiful landscape. But of course it caught Dean’s attention because it became popular after the movie ‘Stand By Me” in the 80′s. But that was okay. It was quiet, hidden and beautiful, and that’s all that mattered to you now. It was somewhere nice to start up a quiet life.

Of course with not enough money to get a house or even a decent apartment for the three of you, Dean got you all settled in to a motel. It was nothing new and you made it work.

Sam was excited for school, so he got a part time job at a grocery store while he worked on some credits he was missing to hopefully get into college one day. You and Dean both encouraged him to go for it.

You had gotten a job at a nursing home at night, the shift no one wanted, and that was okay with you because it left the morning open to work a second job. It wasn’t the best situation, but to get the dream you wanted, this is what had to be done. Dean did the same. He got a job at a local mechanic shop and they were always needing help with multiple tasks, so Dean volunteered to work as long as they needed, so it was almost like he had a second job himself.

You were all busy, but you just kept your dream in sight and knew that eventually you would get there and this too shall pass.

One Year Later...

“So! What do you think?” The realtor that Dean had contacted had taken the two of you out to see a few houses already, but none of them really stuck. There was just something about them that wasn’t right. They weren’t for you, and after this last year of busting your asses, you both agreed to not settle. If some work had to be done, then you could do it, but if it were too extravagant, then, no.

But as you both walked up to the opening in the hedges, something clicked. You couldn’t take your eyes off the place. The neighbors were at a good distance, giving you plenty of privacy and honestly, you were already in love with the porch.

“It’s really nice.” Dean answers the woman, letting her lead you both up the walk.

“It’s one of my most loved on the market, so...it won’t stay long.” Dean always felt like that was what was said, but for this place, he felt it. Out of all the other houses, this was really quite perfect. He was honestly a little scared to step inside and be disappointed.

“It’s a three bed, two bath house with a large kitchen and living room. Plenty of closet space. A spacious attic and basement, and with a little work, you can even finish up the basement the way you like.”

“Awesome.” Dean cheers silently, sliding his arm around your waist as you climb the few steps.

“Definitely plenty of space for you two and your brother and maybe some day, kids.” You giggle a bit at that, but what surprised you more was you didn’t feel Dean stiffen at the thought. Maybe he was just doing really well at ignoring the frightening word.

It was really perfect, though. It really was. A couple cosmetic touch ups were probably needed, but other than that, you were in love.

“What do you think?” Dean let his tongue slip out over his lips as he lets his eyes wander over the place.

“It’s pretty awesome.” After letting his eyes roam over the kitchen again, he brought his eyes back to you. “But what do you think? It’s a little over the price we were looking at...”

“I know, but...all the others were just...”

“Not this.”

“Yeah.” Finishing each others sentences was always a thing, but during this whole process, it had gotten to be a constant thing. Not that it bothered you, but you guys definitely made Sam gag a few times.

Taking in a deep breath, he looks around again, like he was hoping for the walls to talk to him. For them to send him the answer.

“Do you love it?” he asks when he turns back to you. He can see you holding back a bit and he knows it’s because you don’t want him to get it just because you like it. “Y/N?”

“I do.” you break at his stern voice. “I really do.” When he hears the emotion in your voice, that was it. That was his answer. “Like...I can see us waking up here and making breakfast. I can see Sam studying in the corner and...” Dean stops you by putting his fingers to your lips.

“All you had to say was, I do.” You smile against his fingers.

“Really? You want it?” Dropping his hand to your side, his smile grows a bit.

“I do.”

It was a lot later than you wanted it to be, but work had you running like a mad woman. There was some silver linings coming your way though, you were just in the waiting process.

Since you had made it, you and Dean got the house of your dreams, the whole working multiple jobs wasn’t necessary anymore. Being a small town, you thought about opening your own shop, and considering the fact that Dean always loved when you made him homemade sweets, you tossed around the thought of opening your own bakery.

You had some money stored for it and you had actually found a nice little place in town for lease. But again, you were waiting to hear back from realtor for it.

As you stepped through the front door, the smell was overwhelming. It was savory and it just instantly made your mouth watering.

“Dean!?”

“In here!” You could hear him call out, most likely from the kitchen you could only assume.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Two tall candles sat in the middle of the dining table along with place settings for two and two wine glasses

“What’s going on?” Dean smiles as he comes around the counter, a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Well...just thought I’d do something special for ya.” he says as he passes you and fills to the two glasses on the table before handing one over to you. Lifting his glass to meet yours, he locked those gorgeous eyes of his with yours, his charming smile making you weak in the knees.

“Happy Anniversary, honey.”

“Never thought overalls looked so good.” You smirk to yourself as you set the roller back in the paint and look towards the front door.

“You’re a dork.”

“I’m your dork.” You chuckle as you grab the sides of the ladder and slowly step back to the floor beneath you. “It’s looking good, babe.”

“Thanks.” Leaning in without using your paint splattered hands, you press your lips to his, loving the taste of coffee on his lips. “Mm...what did you get?”

“Just a black coffee with a little bit of sugar.”

“Then what...” He cut you off by lifting the to go cup in his hand. “You got me something?”

“And took a sip. Thought I’d try it.” You take the cup from him, trying to stop your smile from growing any more, but it was impossible.

“Good?” he asks after you take a sip and chuckles when you keep your eyes closed. “Noted.” Lifting his hand, he brushes some paint off the side of your face. “What can I help with?”

“Mmm....” you can’t stop yourself from taking another sip of your delicious coffee, and thankfully he waits patiently for directions. “I uh...I need you to fix the back door first. One of the hinges is bent and it won’t lock up at night because it won’t close all the way.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” Kissing your cheek, he immediately headed for the back of the place.

“God, I love that man.” you say to yourself before taking another drink of your coffee and climbing back up the ladder.

Another Year Passed...

“You’re not going to tell me, are you.” Sam laughs as he leans against the counter.

“Not yet. I have to wait for Dean.”

“Okay...” you sing out in a teasing way before turning back to the stove, stirring the pasta that was just about ready. “It’s a girlfriend, right? You have a girlfriend and she wants to meet your family.”

“Y/N!” he laughs out loud, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

“Fine! I’ll stop.” you groan as you head for the cupboard, grabbing a few things from there that you needed for a salad.

Going for the strainer in the cupboard, you stand and head for the sink, but you keep glancing towards Sam, trying to think of a way to get him to spill the news he seems to be all excited about.

“You’re not moving out, are you?”

“Y/N...”

“Come on, Sam! He might not be home for another hour! Please!?”

“He’s my brother, Y/N.”

“I know, but...” you let out a growl, making him roll his eyes. “Please!?”

“Okay! Okay...” he laughs nervously and stands a bit straighter. You bite your lip and lean against the counter, your eyes wide and excited like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I uh...” he lets out another little chuckle, still trying to believe this news for himself. “I got accepted.” he says easily, tossing his hands up.

“What!? to where!?”

“Stanford.”

“WHAT!?” He laughs even more at your reaction, but nods to confirm. “OH MY GOD! SAM!” you run around the counter and jump into his arms, your hands most likely shaking as they wrap around his neck from all the excitement.

“This is so amazing!” It takes a minute, but you finally release your hold on him and plant your feet to the floor again. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“Meh...”

“You are, Sam! You are so smart and just...Dean and I always knew you’d make it big.” That got him. His eyes got a bit glossy, but he continued to smile down at you.

“Thanks, Y/N.” You cup his cheek for a second, feeling so overly proud of this kid. He wasn’t that much younger than you, but he always felt like your little brother too, and you loved him.

But as fate would have it, just as you step away from him, pride beaming around the kitchen, you both hear the front door open, and Sam groans a bit.

“Of course.”

“I’m sorry.” you whisper, truly feeling bad. But you just couldn’t wait.

“It’s okay.” It takes a minute for Dean to get in the door and drop off his keys and things before he finally makes it into the kitchen, but he smiles at you both and heads right for you, just like he does every day.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hi.” A quick peck to the lips is good for now cause he tries not to overdue the lovey dovey stuff around his brother.

“What’s going on?”

“Well...” Your smile grows, the excitement from before never really went anywhere. “Sam has some news.”

“Oh yeah?” Letting you go and take care of a few more dinner things, Dean turns to his brother, ready to hear whatever it is. “You got a girlfriend?”

‘Dean...”

“What!? You moving out?” Even if Sam wasn’t glaring at him with his classic bitch face, the smack you gave him to the arm would have him cooperating. “Okay! What is it?” Sam smiles a bit, his shoulders shrugging as if it’s nothing.

“I got accepted to Stanford.”

“What?” Again, Sam nods to confirm the news, and you just know that Dean is ecstatic. “Son of a...” Stepping away from you, he moves around the counter now to give his brother a hug too. They embrace each other for a minute, the brotherly love making your heart feel full.

“That’s awesome, man.”

A Few Months Later...

You weren’t sure where to find him, but he wasn’t outside with the Impala like you thought he would be. It wasn’t until you went back inside and headed back for the bedroom that you spotted him in one of the doorways, leaning against the frame with his ankles cross. The doorway he was leaning on though was what was making your heart heavy.

You approached him carefully, peeking into the room yourself as you come up along side him.

“Hey.” Even at how quiet your voice is, you could see him flinch a bit.

“Hey.” he shifts his feet, planting them on the hardwood floor before leaning his back against the frame now. “It’s just so weird.” Leaning against the opposite frame, you join him in looking into the quiet room.

“It’s just been me and him our whole lives, you know? I almost don’t know how to not be around him.” he chuckles sadly and even without hearing it, you knew this was tough on him.

“He’ll be okay.” you state the obvious, but you have no idea what else to tell him. Thankfully he just smiles a bit and then pulls himself from the door frame.

“I know.” Sliding a hand along your hip, he pulls you to him and leans in for a kiss. “And now I get a lot of alone time with you.” he kisses you again as you try and hold back laughter.

“Well, lets start with dinner first, Romeo, and then we’ll talk.” you run your hand along his chest as you turn away and start heading back towards the kitchen.

“Talking’s not exactly what I had in mind, sweetheart.”

2 Years Later...

“It has to be a girlfriend.” You were sure Dean was right, but it still cracked you up that he was trying to come up with answers. “I mean...it has to be right? He’s been there for a few years and he’s had to have met someone and now he’s bringing her back to meet...well, us.”

“I think you’re worrying.” you say as you pat him on the cheek, moving towards the casserole dish you had pulled out a few minutes ago.

“I’m not worrying! I’m just...curious, is all.”

“Well curious or not, they’ll be here in less than an hour, so...” you nod towards your task in front of you, letting him know you have a lot to do.

“Right. Yeah, you’re right.” he sighs heavily and moves down the counter, resting his arm around your waist. “What can I help with, babe?”

“Um...well.” you look over your shoulder at a few dishes, but then remember the turkey. “You know what, we need the baste the turkey again.”

“Okay.” Kissing your cheek, he then goes for the oven. “You make the best Thanksgiving food, I swear.” You had to admit, the turkey did smell really good, but you just followed a few recipes. Nothing special in your mind.

“God that smells fucking awesome.” he adds as he finished that task and goes to shut the oven. “Now what?”

“Well, you can finish this for me or you can mash the potatoes.” Dean glances between the bowl of chunked potatoes to whatever you were doing, his brow furrowing a bit.

“I’m gonna mash.”

“Don’t forget the milk and butter.”

“Right.” you giggle to yourself as he spins around to head for the fridge. You had to admit that cooking with Dean was probably one of your favorite things to do.

After a few minutes, you can hear Dean humming something and you can’t quite place what it is. So you pause in your work and slowly move over to the fridge to grab a water, and you eaves drop a bit.

“They did the mash...it caught on in a flash. They did the mash...” After hearing the lyrics, you pressed your lips together to hold in the laughter. Then as you stepped by him, he looked up, seeming embarrassed as he knew you had caught him.

“I...” he awkwardly shrugs and then gestures towards the bowl of mushed potatoes. “You know...the mash.” A quiet snicker came out of you as you tried to speak, but you cleared your throat, nodding softly at your adorable boyfriend.

“The monster mash?”

“Yeah...well...you know.” Your lips couldn’t stop from stretching across your face and the laughter was sure to follow if you didn’t walk away. “Don’t judge me.”

“I’m not judging you! I love you.”

“Sure you do.” he mutters playfully and goes back to mashing the potatoes.

“I do.” you catch his eye for a brief moment and the smirk he has lets you know he wasn’t taking it personal.

“Hello!?” Both your heads snapped up at the greeting, and Dean looked to you slightly confused.

“I thought you said they’d be here in an hour, not a few minutes.”

“I said less than an hour.” Wiping your hands on the hand towel, you made your way towards the front of the house, Dean following right behind you.

“Hey!” Sam greeted again as you both came into view and he hugged you right away since you were the first in the room. “Happy Thanksgiving!” When he pulled away to get a hug from Dean, you smiled at the blonde who stood awkwardly behind the giant.

“Right...guys, this is Jessica.” he snaked an arm around the girl and pulled her a little closer. “Jess, my brother Dean and his girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.” you shake her hand. “I’m so glad Sam brought you cause I have more food than I know what to do with.”

“She obviously keeps forgetting how much Dean eats.” The loud smack was something that you were already prepared for. Sam let out a quiet ‘ow’ before rubbing his arm while the two of you girls laughed it off.

“Well, come on in! Lets get you guys settled and get some drinks going around.”

“Dean, come on! Sam and Jess will be here any minute!” you yell down the hall before going back to preparing the dining table. You were a bit behind this morning and you knew Sam and Jessica wouldn’t care, they were staying for a few days, but still. You hated feeling behind. Your house screamed Christmas and you were so happy with how it turned out, but you spent so much time making sure the house was perfectly decorated that you fell behind on the food.

“Hey, babe...” Hearing his voice behind you, you spun around to see him standing in the hall with a box in his hands. “Can you come here for a sec?”

“Dean...” you sigh, feeling your heart race because of the pressure you were putting on yourself. “We have to finish, they’re going to be...”

“I know. But...please? Just for a minute?” Sighing, you do as he asks and follow him into the living room. He takes a seat on the coffee table and gestures for you to sit on the couch, the box he was carrying sitting in his lap.

“I want you to open this.” he slides the box forward, keeping it rested on his knees.

“I thought we were saving gifts for tonight?”

“We are, but...this one’s special and...I want you to open it now.” You wanted to let your frustrations out, but you also knew that Dean understood how much you hate being behind. So, knowing this and still pulling you aside? You decide to bite your tongue and do as he wants.

“Okay.” You pull at the green ribbon, freeing the lid easily. Once you lift the lid up, you see another box inside. “Dean...”

“Just...” he nods towards it, and that’s when you see a piece of paper on the top of that lid being held down by a little piece of scotch tape. Pulling it up and being careful not to rip the paper, you opened it up and saw Dean’s handwriting sprawled across it.

“Read it out loud.” Your eyes shoot up from the paper, seeing Dean with a soft smile on his face. “Please?”

“Okay.” Looking back to the letter, you clear your throat a bit and then start to read.

“Y/N. We got together when we were just kids, or so we were told. But it doesn’t matter how old we were. I knew you were it for me the second your hand touched mine.” you weren’t expecting to get emotional, but it happened. Now you had to try and keep yourself together.

“Honestly, though we would have missed out on this amazing life that we’ve built for ourselves, we could still be hunting and I’d be okay with that. As long as I have you by my side, nothing else matters.” your voice shook as you fought off the sobs rising in your throat, and tears began to spill from your eyes.

“Dean...I...”

“There’s more.” he nods towards the other box and you honestly don’t know if you can handle any more, but you reach for it and pull it out anyway. Dean sets the empty box off to the side as you lift the next lid, and you scoff when you see another letter inside. Lifting that note, you pull yourself together as best you can before unfolding it and reading it off.

“You know I’ve never been great at expressing my feelings, and you’ll probably never believe how long it took me to write this. But I needed to tell you somehow.” you had to wipe a few tears away as they reached your jaw.

“Other than Sam, you are the best thing that has been a part of my life, and I honestly can’t even stand the thought of not having you in it. You are my everything.” you choke on the last part and you’re honestly struggling to not break out into a full on crying fit.

“Dean...I...why?”

“Wait...” he says after letting you stutter a bit. “I have one more.” he stands a bit and pulls another piece of paper from his back pocket, handing it over to you.

“Dean...I can’t.” you cry, shaking your head.

“You can. It’s just a little bit more.” You grip the paper and unfold it, grateful to see that it’s only a paragraph.

“I think we’ve worn down this road we started on and I would like to take your hand and lead you down another.” you end that sentence with a question in your voice. But as you drop the paper and look back to Dean, you see him now holding a small box in his hand.

You gasp and drop the paper to the floor, your eyes wide as they stare at the small object in his large hands.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for awhile...but I wanted to wait until everything was more settled.” he chuckles a bit, glancing down at the closed box himself. “When we first moved here, it was crazy. You know that. Then you were working towards getting your bakery.” he smiles wide as he meets your gaze.

“Then Sam went off to college and I was dealing with all that. But for the first time since we moved here, I feel that it’s actually calm waters, and I don’t want to put this off anymore.” his free hand moved to lift the lid of the box, and just as you thought, a gorgeous ring sat inside.

“I love you. I love you so much and I never thought I’d open myself up this way. That just proves how perfect you are. This life is ours and we live it our way and that’s why I know that you’re it for me.” he takes the ring from the box and lifts a bit, giving you a better look at it.

“Will you be my wife?”

Dean had pictured you in so many ways. He’d see thousands of wedding gowns and he could picture in his head what you would look like wearing them. But none of them prepared him for how you actually looked in one. He couldn’t stop smiling, and the fact that neither could you made it all that much better.

It wasn’t anything big. Just a small gathering of some friends that you’ve gained in town and of course Sam and Jessica drove up from California. It was perfect.

The new weight on his hand actually brought him comfort. Something he never thought he’d enjoy, but he did. Then the way your wedding band shimmered alongside the engagement ring he gave you, gave him pride.

He did this. He captured the most perfect woman and gave her the life she deserves.

He never thought he’d buy an engagement ring, and if he was still a hunter, that would most likely be true. But he did buy one, and he was now a husband.

A husband. Such a grown up word, that again, he thought he would never use on himself. But he was, and you were his wife.

His life was perfect.

You twitched a bit when you felt a feathery touch across your stomach and as it kept happening, you had to peel your eyes open.

The sun was coming through the window and by the looks of it, it was late in the morning which made you groan.

“Morning, sweetheart.” At your husbands wake up greeting, you rolled your head to see him laying on his side, his arm draped over you. Now you know where the light touch across your stomach was coming from.

“Morning.” He smiles and leans in, kissing you sweetly on the lips while his hand runs lightly across your stomach. You can’t help but grab onto it and hold it down. “It tickles.”

“Sorry.” he laughs as he tries to pull his hand away, but you stop him.

“Did you feel that?” Dean flattens his hand across your stomach again and tries to focus. You use your other hand to push on your side, trying to get the feeling to come up again, and it worked. Dean chuckles a bit and then lays his head on your stomach.

“Hi, baby.” You about die as you watch him. It’s a side of Dean that you knew existed but never thought you’d see.

“So close, no matter how far. Couldn’t be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters.” he quietly sings against your stomach and you smile, letting your head fall back against your pillow as he sang to your baby.

“Trust I seek and I find in you. Every day for us something new. Open mind for a different view, and nothing else matters.”

“Uncle Sam!”

“Hey, squirt!” The giant man lifts your five year old like he weighs nothing. “How are you?”

“Good! You need to see what mom and dad got me for Christmas!”

“Oh yeah? Where is it?”

“Out back!” the child wiggles from his uncles arms and when he hits the floor, he’s off like a bullet.

“Slow down, dude!” Dean scolds as he comes towards the front of the house to greet his brother. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Sam chuckles as he pulls his brother in for a hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make it for Christmas, it’s just...”

“It’s alright. You’re a big shot lawyer now, we know you’re busy.” Dean slaps him on the arm as a brotherly gesture.

“How is she?” Dean nods softly, glancing towards the stairs.

“She’s good. Tired, but she’s good.”

“Good.” Sam says as he too glances towards the stairs.

“She’ll be down in a minute.” Patting his brothers arm again, Dean started to lead him to the back yard to show off the new playground set that you and him got for your son.

They’re out there for a good twenty minutes or more, obviously the kid making them stay and play a bit. But as the chill got to them, they all piled back into the house.

“Hey! There you are.” You smile up at Sam as he moves towards you, gently pulling you in for a hug. “How are you doing, sweetie?”

“I’m good.” you giggle. “Where’s Sarah?”

“Oh, she wanted to make it, but she got caught up. We’ll try to make it back up in a few weeks.”

“Okay.” you hum, your smile growing when Sam looks down at the bouncer sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Look at you. You look just like your mom.”

“That’s what Dean says.”

“Cause it’s true.” The three of you laugh a bit and then Sam gestures to the little seat belt. You nod, giving him permission to pull your daughter out.

“Oh man....you are so cute.”

“And she looks like a toy in your arms.”

“Shut it.” Sam bites back, making Dean laugh out loud as he helps finish lunch.

You look from your brother in law holding your newborn little girl, to your son and then to your husband and you can’t help but think that if you two hadn’t made the decision that you did back then, you wouldn’t be here.

You hoped your fathers were okay. You hoped they were still alive and taking out the monsters of the world, but you didn’t regret leaving. Not anymore.

You only wished they could see you now. See that you and Dean were in fact in love despite what they thought, and see how happy you were.

Who knows. Maybe they have. Maybe they tracked you all down and saw what your life was like now and decided to leave you be. You kind of hoped that was true.

But in the end, it didn’t matter. You had Dean and he had you. Sam was happy with a beautiful girl and an amazing job, and you and Dean had two beautiful kids. Life was perfect. So no. It didn’t matter if they knew or not.

Nothing Else Matters

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lassie-bird · 3 years

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My Girl

Summary: Dean’s life has changed drastically in the past couple of months and now he’s being arrested for something he didn’t do

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+. Language. ANGST. Fluff. Violence. Anxiety. Gory details: A LOT of Blood (if you’re queasy, stay away). Mentions of stab and gunshot wounds (goes into detail of gunshot wounds aftermath). Two Character Deaths and 1 minor character death (mentioned). If there is anything I’ve forgotten then please let me know :)

Words: 2.4K

A/N: This is my very late (I’m sorry) entry for @jensengirl83 ‘s Dean’s Classic Rock Challenge! Yes, babes, look at you achieving that milestone, I’m so happy for you, you deserve it. My song was “Renegade by Styx”. This was supposed to be less sad but what can I say, the character leads you places. I did enjoy writing this though, I almost cried while writing some parts which is shocking for people who know me since I’m not an emotional person. So I apologise for what you’re about to read. But please enjoy and let me know your thoughts :)

Credit: Special thanks to @huffle-pissed for being the most amazing Beta someone could ask for. I also want to thank @wonder-cole for helping me out with some parts. Go and show these all together amazing people some love.

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“Son of a bitch” Dean panted as he stopped for a second to catch his breath. Finding a shed to hide behind before he would continue. Continue to be hunted down like an animal the cops seemed to believe he was. He had been caught red-handed, in your blood when the cops knocked down the door. It felt like thousands of them had come to arrest him, running up the stairs of his house to catch him. The murderer who had just brutally killed his fiance. Everything had gone to shit. He had endured a month of loss and pain and now he was being chased for a murder he didn’t commit. A murder that had ended in your death. The love of his life. The only thing he was living for, You.

2 months ago

You and Dean were out for a walk, one of many walks you’ve taken throughout your relationship. For some reason, this walk felt different. As you walked around the lake in your hometown hand in hand, late in the evening. Dean suddenly stopped and turned to you.

He took a deep breath as he held both your hands in his “I’ve never been more terrified in my life than I am now,” He confessed.

You were confused, You had no clue what was going on. “Why are you terrified?” You asked hesitantly.

Dean lowered himself to the ground as he got down on one knee. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was doing. “Y/N, I know that when we first met, things were a bit rocky. Hunting got in the way, yet you still stayed with me even though our fights made it hard. You’ve been my rock, ever since Sam.” He stopped talking as he swallowed thickly, his next words weren’t easy for him to say. You hated seeing him like this, you knew this was hard for him.

You put your hand on his cheek “It’s okay Dean, you don’t have to say anymore!” You wanted to make things easier for him.

He shook his head “No, I need to say this. I have to tell you this.” He looked up at you fighting back the tears. “Ever since Sam died, you’ve been my rock. You took me in when I had nowhere else to go. Even though things weren’t perfect and I was practically a wreck the whole time, you stuck by me. You held me through all my nightmares, comforting me, making me feel safe.” He stopped talking for a second to clear his throat.

“You taught me how to make pie just so that we could bake together. Every time I've needed parts for Baby you’d be out the door in seconds just to help me out. S...Sitting with me while I quietly work on Baby. Uh… I know that doing all of this wasn’t exactly your kind of fun but as long as I’ve known you, you have never complained about anything. You stand up for yourself, you are strong and caring. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, And… and after all of this, you have stuck by me, through all the bad, ehm… through the times I’d ignore your calls for days straight, even for times I’ve pissed you off by going hunting instead of spending time with you.” He was stuttering slightly. Dean wasn’t much for speeches and if you could guess you knew that he was improvising here which would also make things harder but you couldn’t care less. This was the man you loved, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Ehm… All those times are things I’m not proud of doing, we’ve had a rocky couple of years with all kinds of fights, which… uh… that you’ve mostly won… You welcomed me into your heart when I was at my lowest, when I’d given up. You have continued to pick me up off of the ground for all this time. I know I don’t deserve you, I’ve done bad, a lot of bad in my life, I’m no saint. But… that doesn’t matter to you and I don’t really know how to explain to you how much I love you. You are my whole heart, I’ve never really had a home but I know that wherever you are is where my home is. You are everything I could have ever wished for. Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” He finished taking a deep breath as he looked at you for your response.

Tears had fallen down your cheeks. This man was the love of your life, he had just asked you to marry him. “Of course I will Dean,” You cried out as you reached down to him to get him off the wet ground, it had been raining earlier, it hadn’t dried yet and you didn’t want him to get all dirty and muddy.

He stood up as you cupped his face in your hands kissing him deeply. Every time you had kissed this man, time had stood still, it was only you and him in this world. You had never felt safer in your life than when you were in his arms. Knowing that he felt safe with you was everything you’ve ever wanted to hear.

“I love you so much Dean,” You cried as tears were running down your cheeks. This man right here had just delivered the most beautiful speech you had ever heard.

“I love you Y/N, You are my girl, I will always protect you,” He spoke as he continued to smother you with beautiful small kisses all over your face, holding you in his arms. The kisses making you giggle.

Present day

As he sat down behind this shed hiding from the police that was chasing him through all of Lawrence. He was brought back to that day, the day he said he’d always protect you. He had broken that promise. For a month now he had been sitting in a jail cell because he wasn’t fast enough, he couldn’t get to you quick enough. You had died and that was all his fault. He would have to live with the fact that after everything he had done, he had let you down. You, Y/N, the love of his life, his soulmate. He had wished every second of every day while sitting in that cell that it should have been him that had died, that had been brutally murdered in the house you shared together. In the bed, you shared together. How he wished he had been covered in his blood tucked in between the sheets the same way you had been.

1 month ago

It was like any other night. Dean had been working late. After Sam had died for what seemed like the millionth time. The only thing that was different this time was that this time Sam wasn’t going to come back. The hunter life for Dean was over. It had been 2 years and one month since he had met Y/N, 9 months since Sam had died and he had officially gone to Y/N and moved in, having nowhere else to go, And 1 month exactly since you had made him the happiest man on earth by agreeing to marry him.

After he had moved in with you, he started looking for a job that could actually pay the bills. That’s a lie, for the first couple of months he was basically spending all his time drinking his troubles away. He’d get defensive if you ever tried to help him. That didn’t stop you though, you continued to care for him, to love him, to comfort him. He knew how lucky he was to have you.

Things got better, slightly, he wasn’t completely healed and you both knew that it was going to take time. You didn’t rush him, you were a family, and whatever might come your way, you would take care of it together.

Dean was working as a freelanced mechanic, it was all he could find on short notice. This worked and the pay differed depending on the damage done to the car and the amount of time it would take to fix it. He usually worked on the cars from his garage but today was different, for some reason the client couldn’t get the car to Dean’s garage so Dean had to go there to fix it.

This is why he was late coming home, it was severe damage done to the engine and it took a while to fix it. Luckily, he was done with that car and could now take a day off and spend some time with you, his fiance. The time was 10 pm, it wasn’t that late and he was hoping that you’d still be awake.

As he drove up to the house you shared, he noticed that all lights were off but one small lamp that sat in the window of your bedroom. He didn’t think much about it, figured you had gone to bed early. He went up the steps of your house, walking through the door which was unlocked, usually you’d lock the house always, even if you both were home you’d have the doors locked. This was something Dean had made sure of after he had moved in, wanted to make sure you were safe. The fact that the door was unlocked struck Dean as strange but he decided to ignore that, exhausted and wanting to go to bed to cuddle you. As he walked through the darkness, climbing up the stairs trying not to make too much noise in case you were sleeping. He stepped into your room, finding you underneath the sheets asleep, or what he thought was asleep. As he quickly got out of his pants, climbing into bed to cuddle up to you. As his arms wrap around you he notices a sticky substance clinging to him. You feel completely stiff in his embrace. As fear quickly goes to his mind he lifts the covers to see you covered in blood. Stab wounds around your stomach. You, his fiance, had been stabbed to death.

He held onto for dear life. Tears pricking in his eyes. The feeling of loss is clear as day on his face. His sadness is being replaced by anger at the fact that he couldn’t protect you. He cried heavily holding onto your body, your face cupped in his hands as he just stared at the lifeless face of his love. Everything around him was gone, the only thing on his mind was your body in his arms. He hadn’t even noticed the front door being kicked open as thousands of cops ran up the stairs to find him, his clothes, his whole body wet and sticky from the blood of his soulmate.

Present day

That night was a memory he could never get rid of. He was the main suspect, the only suspect. He understood why. He was found covered in your blood. At first, he was done, he felt worthless, hopeless without you in his life. He had accepted his fate but after weeks of being stuck in a period of depression with only the image of your lifeless face stuck in his mind. It had hit him, the time he had found you, your body hadn’t even gone cold, if only he had been home earlier then he could have stopped this. He knew one thing for sure, you weren’t killed by anything supernatural. Someone had actually entered his house and brutally stabbed his fiance, his girl. He knew what he had to do, anger taking the better of him as he escaped from the jail he was in for the time being and running to find the person who had done this. This son of a bitch was going to pay.

That’s where he was right now, a gun in hand that he had taken of a guard, a very dumb guard who was supposed to make sure that no one escaped. It wasn’t hard to escape, he’s escaped from harder things in his past. The only problem was that anger was flooding his judgment. He was known as a murderer in the eyes of the authorities. He figured he was in the clear as he stepped out from around the shed, Only to find two police walking towards where he was currently standing.

He wasn’t thinking clearly, turning the gun on them to shoot. The sound of a gunshot pierced his ears, masking all sounds around him. He was confused since he hadn’t pulled the trigger. One cop had been quicker, shooting Dean in the stomach. His body hitting the pavement was the cause of his shock. The realization had hit him, he had been shot. The burning aggravating sensation in the stomach area, growing outward from where the bullet had traveled. This feeling was all too recognizable to Dean. His hands flew to where the bullet had hit his body. Blood had traveled to his mouth as he began choking and spitting out his own blood. Panic in his eyes and mind as he knew what was going to happen. He was dying, there was no coming back from this, he knew what dying felt like but he had never known what staying dead had felt like. He hadn’t finished his mission, The killer was out there still, the murderer who had viciously stabbed his soulmate to death, piercing her body 16 times, what kind of sick fuck would do that. He had let you down yet again, not saving you and not finding you in time. He was angry with himself as he continued to choke on his blood. The gooey substance leaking out from his stomach.

A light blinding his senses had caught his attention.

That's when he noticed it. A figure reaching out for him, telling him that everything was okay. A figure that was you. The anger and panic he had once felt were replaced by calm, he no longer had any more regrets. Everything that had happened, was not a thought in his mind. All he felt was calm and the need to be by you. He had lost you and now here you were, right in front of him. He had you again, he had finally found you. The love of his life, his true love, his girl.

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fablesrose · 3 years

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It’s Simple

Summary: Dean’s come to a realization about his best friend, a realization that could make things complicated.

Word count: 1093

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square filled: Friends to Lovers

Masterlist ~ Bingo Masterlist

Song: Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd

A/n: for @girl-next-door-writes Make Me Feel Bingo (two fics in one day, look at me go!) and for @jensengirl83 1k Classic Rock Challenge, congrats!

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“Don’t make things complicated, Dean.”

His mother’s voice came to him as he sat in his car. The radio was playing, take out box in his lap, and his best friend sat in the passenger seat looking at the lit up city.

The lights reflected in her eyes as she laughed at some stupid joke he had cracked out. He didn’t think she had ever looked more beautiful.

He loved her.

Dean was dumbstruck at the realization. She was his best friend, he couldn’t love her. Who could he talk to about this, normally it would be her, but he can’t talk to her about his feelings for her.

“Don’t make things complicated.”

His ears tuned into the radio as it started a new song, but he just kept staring at her.

“Are you okay Dean?” Y/n reached for the radio knob to turn the volume down.

Dean caught her hand, “Yeah, I’m fine, let’s just listen to this song for a minute.”

She nodded and leaned back into her seat.

Mama told me when I was young Come sit beside me my only son And listen closely to what I say And if you do this it'll help you Some sunny day oh yeah

Dean thought back to when they would play in his yard with her in the sprinklers because it was hot out. He was sure other kids were there too, but it didn’t really matter. Even at ten years old he had known that they would be best friends, hopefully for the rest of their lives.

Oh take your time don't live too fast Troubles will come and they will pass Go find a woman yeah and you'll find love And don't forget son there is someone up above

He remembered all the hard times. When he was stressed, when he was worried, when he was confused, she was always there to calm him down, listen, give him advice, or even just wrap her arms around him to make him feel safe. She was always there.

And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son if you can

He smiled as the thought of her in a shorter hair cut came to him. It didn’t suit her at all. It looked absolutely horrible. She said it was easier to take care of. He teased her about it, but she liked it, so there wasn’t much he could do.

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold All that you need is in your soul And you can do this oh babe if you try All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied

Dean worked himself to the bone sometimes. To support himself, to help out his family, even just a little bit. He had to be successful. He had to make it. Not even his brother or his current girlfriend could convince him to stop sometimes. But then Y/n would walk in the door, set down a beer, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. She always reminded him that he was enough, that he didn’t need to go above and beyond to show he was worth it.

And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son if you can Oh yes I will

He remembered studying with her for final exams. He would teach her math and science while she reviewed his essays and quizzed him on history. She even tutored some of his friends which no one should have to deal with. That being said she made him return the favor with some of hers, so maybe they where even.

Oh don't you worry you'll find yourself Follow your heart and nothing else And you can do this oh babe if you try All that I want for you my son is to be satisfied

Even after high school she was always there. When his parents lovingly kicked him out of the house to live his life. To find himself. To find what he needed to do. To find what path he needed to take. She was just one phone call away.

And be a simple kind of man Oh be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man Oh won't you do this for me son if you can

Now here she sat next to him. Listening to a song, and he realized he loved her. Her eyes were closed as she listened, which he was relieved of. If she looked at him looking at her, she knew him so well Dean was sure Y/n could see right through him in this moment.

And baby be a simple real simple man Oh be something you love and understand Baby be a simple kind of man

Maybe this wasn’t as complicated as he thought.

The guitar faded out, and he was ready. At least he thought he was.

He leaned up and turned the radio down before the next song could start.

“Seriously, Dean are you okay?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I think so… Hey, do you remember what my mom used to say whenever we would come up to her with a problem?”

Y/n smiled, “Yeah, she said don’t over complicate it.”

Dean chuckled nervously, “That’s right, so, uh, I wanna make this as simple as possible.”

She tilted her head, “Okay...”

“You’ve been my best friend for as long as I can remember, you’ve been right beside me, you’ve helped me, you’ve been-”

“Just generally amazing, I know.”

Dean laughed, the tension in his limbs fading, “You got that right. So, I just came to the realization that I think I’m in love with you.”

There was a beat of silence and he worried that he made a mistake, that he did make it complicated.

“’Bout time you figured that out.” Y/n grabbed another fork full of her food and put it in her mouth.

“What?”

“I said, it’s about time, because I love you too, dumbass.”

Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Really? Holy crap! Uh, can I kiss you?”

“Buy me dinner first.”

“What do you mean buy you dinner first, I literally just bought you that. I’ve already bought you dinner, multiple times, including tonight.”

“That doesn’t count, you bought it before you confessed.”

“But I didn’t know!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

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unnuevosoltransformalarealidad · 3 years

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Nothing Else Matters

Summary: Finally, you asked for help to your best friend with what you’ve been dealing with Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader Prompt: Nothing Else Matters by Metallica Warnings: Depression, bad thoughts, the mind (Yes, this is a warning), anxiolytics, therapy, asking for help. Word Count: 1003 This was written for the Dean’s Classic Rock Challenge of @jensengirl83

When the text looks like this >[text]< this means those are the reader’s thoughts. A/N: I don’t know the meaning of the song, but this is what inspired me. Also, if you ever feel like giving up, I might not be the solution, but I can listen if you ever need to. Enjoy the reading!

You’ve been dealing with depression almost your whole life, but you got your diagnosis six months after you decided to start therapy. Talking about it was never easy. There was always this bad opinion about people struggling with mental health that not many people were able to get treated properly. In your case was your mind the one who didn’t “let” you get treated. She was always making you believe that you were fine and that everything was normal. Yes, you gave your mind a personality because she was controlling you.

When you finally got the diagnosis on what was going on with you, you felt relieved. It was like everything was finally falling into place and you were starting to control your life little by little. Of course, there were going to be times where your mind was going to fight back for control and that was the true challenge. Not allowed her to do that.

The first person you shared the news with was your best friend, Jensen. You mentioned to him all the tools, tips, coping mechanisms, everything you were taught to get your life back in control. You were too excited and Jensen was definitely happy that you were getting the help you really needed. He wanted to see you happy again. He told you that he was going to visit you later that week.

>[Of course he is happy for you, he must be tired of all your problems]< your mind said. You pulled that thought aside and kept going with your day.

Therapy had been helpful to determine some “attitudes” you were having because of your mind, but still, there were times where you felt powerless

>[No matter how hard you try, you’re not getting rid of me]< she said to you.

>[You’re wrong and you know it. You just have to accept it]< she reminded you

With just a few words, she was able to tear apart everything positive you’ve built, but you couldn’t give up that easily. This was going to be a hard fight, and you wanted to have the upper hand.

Two days later you texted Jensen, the anxiety of not knowing when he was coming was taking all of your time

YN: Hey Jay! How are you? JA: I’m good! You? YN: I’m good! Uhm, I was wondering if you want to come by today? Maybe we can grab a snack, what do you say? JA: I would love to, but I can’t, I’m kinda busy with the brewery. Sorry YN: Oh, okay! JA: I’m sorry YN: No, it’s fine, really! JA: Let’s do this, I’ll call you tomorrow and we schedule something, okay? YN: Okay! Love you, Jay JA: Love you too sweetheart

You closed the conversation and locked your phone. That was not what you expected. Jensen was always available for you, he knew how dark your mind can get and he had made it clear several times you could call him at any time, but today it wasn’t, why the change?

>[He is tired of you. Don’t you see? You’re not important anymore]< >[Why still bothering? No one wants you around]<

You closed yourself up, not knowing what to do. You started to think what was best to do. You couldn’t admit you were defeated. Not after all this fight. You’d had a lot of missing calls and texts from your therapist. You knew she was going to call Jensen, he was listed as your emergency contact.

>[Keep doing this and you’ll end up disappointing everyone like you always did.]<

It was a matter of time until Jensen showed up at your door to check on you. You haven’t talked with him since he told you he was going to call and schedule a meeting with you. So, instead of waiting for him to show up, you texted him again.

YN: So close no matter how far. Couldn’t be much more from the heart. Forever trusting who we are and nothing else matters. JA: What is it, sweetheart? Talk to me

You started to text Jensen the lyrics of Nothing Else Matters by Metallica. The song had a special meaning for you and Jensen would understand it. Or at least you hoped it.

YN: Never opened myself this way. Life is ours, we live it our way. All these words I don’t just say, and nothing else matters. JA: Y/N, I don’t get it. What is going on? I thought you were fine

It was a call for help, you were desperate and scared

YN: Trust I seek and I find in you. Everyday for us, something new. Open mind for a different view and nothing else matters. JA: I’m on my way. Wait for me, please YN: Hurry

That was your last text. It was a matter of time now, you had to silence your mind but at any time it was going to wake up and it was going to be late.

Less than five minutes after you’d sent the last text you heard something, but you were lost that you couldn’t recognize what was coming from outside of your mind from what was coming from the inside. Until you felt it. You had your eyes closed, and you felt it, him. Engulfing you in his arms, cradling your head towards his chest. That’s when you knew. You were going to be safe. The walls you’ve built to lock up your mind fell and you started to cry. -I’m scared — you said between sobs. -I know, and I’m here. You’re safe now. I’ve got you — Jensen said rocking you back and forth You stayed like that for what it felt like an eternity. When you calmed down and relaxed, Jensen called your therapist and you broke down again. You felt guilty about everything.

When your therapist arrived, she gave you a pill to put your mind at ease, for the first time in forever, your mind was quiet and you were able to relax.

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wayward-dreamer · 3 years

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Can’t Have It All

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1,763

Summary: Dean contemplates what he wants in life, and hopes that something or someone will help it all fall into place. This may or may not be Dean’s POV of the first chapter of a certain fic of mine.

Warnings: Some angst, some fluff, not much else really

A/N: This is for Brandy @jensengirl83‘s 1K challenge, and the song is Beautiful Loser by Bob Seger. Congratulations lovely, so well deserved and I hope you like this! Thanks to @downanddirtydean for giving this the once over! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

He wants to dream like a young man

With the wisdom of an old man

Dean wound the socket wrench with his right hand as he hunched over the engine of an old Buick, the sounds of the garage and the music coming from the speakers making a cacophony within the small space, but it never bothered him. He was used to it and had been since he started working for his dad after school hours at the age of 16. He had grown up in that garage, had taken over at 23, and now it was his to run. Between him and Benny calling the shots, things were good around Winchester’s Auto Repair.

He wants his home and security

He wants to live like a sailor at sea

He did have big dreams of starting a second site, but that’s all they were for now. Too big, too unattainable. He had the support of Benny to do it, even his family, so it’s not like he didn’t have anyone who believed in him. He just didn’t believe in himself. He wasn’t sure he could be that kind of an ambitious person, the kind that got everything they ever wanted. He was smarter to keep his thoughts away from the hare-brained notion of a second site. He had everything he already needed. A wonderful family, amazing friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and surrogate son, essentially.

He didn’t need anything else.

Beautiful loser

Where you gonna fall?

When you realize

You just can’t have it all

He felt a light tap on his back, causing him to look up and see his partner in crime and in business, standing next to him. He knew he could always rely on Benny for anything, and he was glad to have him around.

“Almost finished up here, chief. Wanna head out for a drink after this?” Benny asked, as he wiped his greased hands on a cloth.

“Uh,” Dean stood upright, looking down at the engine in front of him, frowning. “Nah, man. You should just go, I’ll close up.”

“Come on, brother. You and I haven’t had a beer that wasn’t at your house in a long time. We’re going.” Benny stood in front of him, giving him a pointed look as he stopped cleaning his hands to give full attention to intimidating his friend.

“I gotta get home, Lisa needs-” Dean started but Benny cut him off, glaring.

“Dean, you haven’t been out with all of us in forever, so you’re coming tonight. Bring Lisa too if you want, but you don’t get a choice, sorry,” Benny informed, nudging Dean’s shoulder as he walked past.

“Alright, I’ll come, I guess,” Dean shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Good, I’m gonna finish up, we can head out after that,” Benny said, smiling as he walked away.

He’s your oldest and your best friend

If you need him, he’ll be there again

He’s always willing to be second best

Dean sipped his beer, trying not to choke on it as he laughed. He failed, putting the bottle back down to have a proper chuckle as Charlie continued to tell some ridiculous story from her childhood. He had laughed like this for a long time, and he hadn’t been out with his friends even longer. He missed them, but his priorities had changed. He was trying to make things work with Lisa, and that often had his full attention, even if it didn’t have hers. He realized he couldn’t have it all, though, and had to make do with what he had.

As Benny went to get another beer, Charlie turned to Dean, smiling fondly at him. They had known each other for so long, and he hated that they didn’t spend as much time together as they used to. He was her oldest friend, her best friend at a time she needed him most, as he was for many of his friends. Now though, he was lucky to even come in second.

“I miss you,” she sighed, patting his hand with hers.

“I’m sorry-” he started but she shook her head, stopping him.

“Don’t apologize, just… try more often to come out with us, okay?” she asked, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“Yeah,” he huffed, nodding as he sipped his beer.

“What’s Lisa up to tonight?” Charlie wondered, changing the subject. “She didn’t want to come out with us?”

Dean knew what was doing, and he hated how obvious it was that Lisa wasn’t a fan of his friends. He had tried to make her see how great they are, but she just didn’t understand them the way he did. That was half the reason he was so distant with him, unable to split his time between his girlfriend and his friends.

“No, she and Ben had plans,” he lied, hoping it wasn’t too much of a stretch.

Thankfully, she nodded and dropped the conversation about it there, thanking Benny as he handed her another beer.

He had long wished that his girlfriend could at least try to get along with his friends, considering they were like a second family to him. It was yet another thing that made him realize he couldn’t have it all.

Getting home later than usual that night, Lisa was already in bed when he got in. It wasn’t unusual for that to happen, but he hoped that just once she would be awake and they could talk like they used to. Back when things were new and perfect, rather than old and corrosive. Life back then was a lot easier, and he found himself missing those carefree days.

As he drifted off next to his girlfriend, he found himself having a recurring dream. The one that always gave him hope that things would get better, someday. A faceless woman and three children, a girl and two boys. His wife and his children. However, like his dreams of opening another garage, he kept them at bay.

Beautiful loser

Read it on the wall

And realize

You just can’t have it all

The next morning, as Lisa went to work and Ben went to school, he found himself getting a few moments of peace to himself before he went to work. He made a big breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, enjoying it with his coffee and the morning paper. The weather was still great, allowing him to enjoy his food on the back porch. It was moments like this he wished he had someone he could spend them with. He had Lisa, and he shouldn’t have been dreaming of some woman that wasn’t even her, but he knew despite his bad boy image he had since high school, his heart always longed for something more. Something special. Something uncomplicated, easy.

As he walked out the front of the house to collect the rest of the mail, his eyes glanced up at the big U-Haul trailer across the street. The doors to the trailer were open, and the house it was sitting in front of also had its door open, making it clear that someone was finally moving in across from them. He looked down at the mail, flicking through it, when he suddenly heard a string of frustrated growls and curses, causing him to look up.

He saw a young woman, dressed in baggy, ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a bandana around her head with her shiny hair in a bun, struggling with a large armchair as she tried to bring it out of the trailer. Without thinking twice, he rushed over, seeing her unsuccessful attempt to lift something so heavy.

“Whoa, hey. Let me help you with that,” he said, as he held onto the chair, helping her place it on the ground.

“Thanks,” she said, sighing heavily.

“No problem,” he smiled, as he looked at her.

Finally being able to see her face, he felt like he was hit by a speed train. She was stunning, and he could feel his heart attempting to leap out of his chest.

She smiled up at him, her face glowing. “No, really, thanks so much. I probably would’ve ended up trapped under this chair if you hadn’t stepped in.”

He laughed, something that never came so easily with strangers, but she somehow brought it out from him. “Well, I would’ve hated to see that happen.”

He realized he was staring and knew if he didn’t say something soon, she was going to think he was a weirdo, so he gestured towards her haul, blinking rapidly to get the thoughts suddenly running wild in his head, out.

“Can I help you with rest? I mean, I gotta get to work but I can be a little late” he asked, trying not to sound so hopeful and freak her out.

She looked at the rest of the things and frowned. “You sure? I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’m positive. Helps to be the boss, so…” he smirked, shrugging.

She nodded, lifting an eyebrow as she looked at him. “What do you do?”

“I’m a mechanic, I own the auto shop on Main street. Winchester’s. I’m Dean, by the way” he said, as he offered his hand.

She took his hand in hers and he tried to ignore the spark that radiated through him. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Good to meet ya, Y/N” he smiled.

As she went around the trailer and collected things to take inside, images of that dream suddenly came to him. It was like his brain was trying to tell him something as he helped Y/N carry all her things inside. He welcomed her to the neighborhood, made sure all her things were in the right place, and then went his merry way, getting ready for work.

You just can’t have it all,

Ohh, ohh, can’t have it all

You can try, you can try, but can’t have it all

As he drove, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He couldn’t stop his thoughts from concocting scenarios of how he could talk to her, get to know her, and maybe… no. No, there couldn’t be more than that. He was with someone else and had to try and make that work. Things would be fine as long as he tried a little harder.

However, as thoughts of Y/N didn’t leave his mind, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he could for once in his life actually have it all.

All he had to do was try.

-x-

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