Summary-> Being secretly in love with Dean Winchester was hard enough, but even more challenging when having to compete with other girls
In The Motel Hallway
Summary-> Being on the road with the Winchesters was one thing, but sleeping in the motels was another. With Sam missing, and Dean being asleep the reader starts to reminisce her time with the boys.
Early Mornings
Summary-> After Sam waking the three of you up early for an early morning, unfortunate events lead to a long morning.
One Way or Another
Summary-> After Sam's findings for the newest case, which leaves both you and Dean in disappoint visiting the town of Broken Bow, Oklahoma turns to work out for the better.
Jailhouse Rock
Summary-> After the on and off disappearances of prison inmates, the boys decide that the best way to solve their newest case is to admit themselves into the prison. With the help from Y/N acting as their lawyer, everything seems to be going there way (besides from the fact that she misses & worries for Dean).
My Happy Ending
Summary: I told myself it didn’t matter. That Dean flirting with someone else wasn’t a big deal—not this time. But the truth? It broke something, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to walk away… or if he’d even notice if I did. But something was going to give—either my heart, or the silence between us.
Should Of Said No Series
Part 1
Summary-> A last minute stop at Ellen Harvelles roadhouse puts Y/N into perspective what Dean means to her between Jo batting her lashes at Dean, and Y/N watching from afar, she wonders how much more she can take before it all becomes too much.
Headcannons:
Being best friends & hunters with Sam/Dean moonboard .
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Outer Banks
Rafe Cameron x reader
🏝 Came Here For Love Masterlist
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Teen Wolf:
Stiles Stilinski x Reader:🥍
Gold fish & Apple Juice
Summary-> When all of your friends are out of school and only Stiles and Isaac are left. Who knows what crazy antacis the day will go up in.
Ice Water kills the Soul
Summary-> After the lacrosse incident between Stiles and Isaac the tension between the two still hasn't stopped. So on the day where the pact needed to work together to find out awnsers on there friends, the reader ends up finding something else.
Headcannons:
Dating Stiles Stilinski:
Best Friends with Stiles & Scott includes:
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Star Wars:
Anakin Skywalker x Reader:💫
Jealousy, Jealousy
Summary-> Being the chosen ones always seemed to put a special meaning to their lives. But when a recurring nightmare comes up between the both of them, some long term feelings arise.
Grocery Store Fanatics
Summary-> Obi Wan's missions always seemed to take unexpected turns, but after him leading both you and Anakin to a grocery store things take a turn for the worst.
Our last Summer
Summary-> Who would of known that this year was the year of the reader and Ankains last summer before eveything went wrong
Anakin Skywalker Rescue Headcanon
Being in a secret relationship with Anakin Skywalker:
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The Outsiders:
Darry Curtis x Reader:
Born Too Late
Summary-> Secretly falling in love with Darry Curtis was one thing, but watching him fall in love with someone older was another
Falling in Love with Darry Curtis
Being best friends with the Outsiders:
Sodapop Curtis x Reader:
Why Do Fools Fall In Love?
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Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington x Reader:
End of the Driveway
Summary-> Who could of known that one rainy confession at the end of the driveway changes eveything
Falling in love with Steve Harrington Moonboard
Being friends with the Stranger Kids moonboard
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Misc Fics->
Austin Butler x reader
Trust Issues
- Summary: Austin & Y/N have been best friends since birth, & after the breakup of her on and off again ex boyfriend, Austin wants to show her how much shes worth, but doesnt get the chance.
I Have Nothing
-Summary: Avoiding Austin since his reveal, Y/N is left with a burden to carry. The question still remains on whether or not she should reveal her true feelings to him. Who would have known that after 3 months, 1 night out was all it took to fix her doubts.
Austin protecting you headcannon
Bridgerton 🌷
Not Capable of Love- Anthony Bridgerton x reader
Full house🏠
Dating Jesse Katsopolis
Vampire Diaries 🧛🏻♂️🧛🏻♀️
Dating Stefan Salvatore
Harry Potter 🧙♂️
Finders Keepers
Summary-> Some people couldn't keep their eyes to themselves. Who would have known it would have taken one night to prove it all.
Peaky Blinders 🖤
Runaway Bride
Summary-> Being best friends with the Shebly family means making many sacrifices throughout your life. Unfortunately for you the sacrifice that was made now is a little different.
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Summary: Early morning Sunday travels leads to anxious and unexpected encounters between Y/N, and Dean. Y/N thought heat was her biggest problem but that was until they arrived at the Roadhouse. Kk
For a Sunday afternoon, the sun seemed to shine brighter than the weeks before. The leather seats inside Deans car did nothing to provide any coolness for the upcoming hot day. Plus, the fact that his car had little to no air flow (especially in the back seat).
Leaning in between the bench seats, I moved my head into the middle space between Dean and Sam. Looking at the time, I was reminded that we were slowly making our way to the Roadhouse.
For a moment, I was almost excited to be greeted with the familiar faces of Ellen, and Bobby. But that was until I remembered the existence of Jo. It was as if she solely existed to linger by Dean and try to prove that she could "flirt" with Dean at any moment she wanted. At this point, it was getting pathetic. The whole "mean girl" act was getting childish, and I was simply over it.
Sighing, I lean my head onto the top of the seat while I take in my newfound surrounding. Just a moment ago, I was huddled in the backseat lying across the leather seats, dreaming about the most peaceful things. Well that was until a sudden heat wave rushed over me.
Sam was in a similar position as I was before. Eyes closed, wind in his face, and his legs sprawled out in the weirdest ways. With every hum of his snores I began to feel more peaceful, almost wanting to fall back asleep. The combination of AC and wind in the front seat was cooling me down and I slowly started to regret giving Sam the front seat this morning.
On the other side of me, I watched as Deans gaze stayed clear on the road, almost never making a move as he drove his precious "baby" down the road trying to avoid every bump and pothole that would come into view.
Yawning, I scoot my way closer to Dean without trying to distract him, but of course he noticed anyway. Taking his eyesight off the road, his gaze shifted towards me in the backseat (well, mostly in the middle now).
"Whatcha doing Sunshine? Sleep, alright?" Dean grinned as he spoke the words, emphasizing each of them as he placed an arm against the head rest.
"Yeah, it was okay. I can't wait to finally have my own bed soon." Looking out the window I slowly started to recognize our surroundings and knew that we were getting closer to our destination.
Removing my cardigan, I was left in my Red Gingham dress (a new favorite I bought last week in Tennessee). I decided to dress up a bit seeing as we were visiting family, and besides, it didn’t hurt knowing that Jo would be there as well.
I could feel a drastic difference in the air, or was it because of my nerves? In all honesty I couldn't tell.
Dean stops the car, and looks in between Sammy and I. I could tell he was debating doing something stupid in order to wake Sam up, but despite his thoughts he gently shook him awake instead.
Meanwhile I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit anxious. Did I mention that it was hot outside today? Why couldn’t I cool down? I started to fan myself down with my hands, but that was until I got side-eyed from Dean.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” The car suddenly felt even hotter and I could feel my face burn in embarrassment.
“Oh nothing De, just trying to cool down!” Dean must of noticed my insane theatrics because, out of nowhere, he opens the drivers side door.
Opening my eyes, I give Dean a confused look and then turn to face Sam who was still knocked out cold in the front seat. Turning back to Dean, he motions for me to get out of the car, and as I do he places a hand on the top of my head.
“Jesus, Y/N, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” Dean gives me a sympathetic look and ushers me into the front seat.
Helping me into the car, Dean places a hand on the top of my back to steady me, as he helps me in. Suddenly Dean hovers right over me, leaning across to push his way through to turn the AC up. I knew it wasn’t the heat, but I started to blush worse then before, and of course Dean noticed.
Leaning away, Dean stands in the door way and try’s to block the sun from hitting my eyes. We were parked at the gas station, but I couldn’t understand why? Dean had a half of tank left and the Roadhouse was only ten minutes away.
“When’s the last time you drank anything?” I began to stare at Dean, wondering what he was talking about? Why was he getting so concerned? I mean Dean was always like this, but for some reason this seems a bit much.
“I don’t know. It had to be this morning, when you were getting breakfast.”
Sam and I were starting to pack up the room, while Dean was out getting breakfast. But then I lost my earring and started to search the whole room in search for it. Even though I found the earring (it ended up being in Sam’s toiletries bag) by time we left, I didn’t have time to eat.
Dean must of realized this the same time that I did, and let out a big sigh.
“Y/N, how many times do we tell you to eat before we leave. We know how sick you get.”
Well, technically he wasn’t wrong. Dean had bought me a chocolate chip muffin this morning, but I was too tired to eat. Plus it was sitting in my bag in the backseat, which was probably melted by now.
Dean reaches over me once again, to get to his phone, and wallet on the bench seat. Before he can close the door he reaches over to the back seat searching for something in my bag.
Holding a hair tie between his fingers, he starts to wave the band around his hands. Handing me my hair tie, I start to give Dean the only look. Dean fixes the strap of my dress and points the AC vent towards my face.
“I’ll be right back. Put your hair up, it’ll help with the heat. Lock the doors, and turn the AC all the way up.”
As Dean slowly closed the door, my mind began to race.
Why was he caring so much? Do I really look that sick? Did Dean stop here because of me? Suddenly, guilt weighted heavy on my mind as my thoughts began to spiral. My mind started to race, but I didn’t have time to think, before I heard gasping come from the passenger seat.
Sam suddenly jolts up from his seat and quickly starts looking at his surroundings.
Running a hand through his hair, he tried to regain his composure, but I was already inching my way towards him.
“Sam are you alright?”
Grabbing the water bottle from his bag, I began to hand it to Sam as I watched him gulp the water. What was going on today?
“Yeah I’m uhh fine. Just you know another bad dream.”
Sam says trying to play it off. Sighing I watch as his eyesight goes straight towards the stray cat making it way across the road.
“Sam you know that if anything’s going on you can talk to me. I would never judge you for anything, all I want to do is help.”
Sam glances at me for a moment and lets out a hesitant, thank you. It almost sounded like he was going to tell me more, but that was until we saw Dean walking out of the store with a big bag. What in the world did he buy?
Dean makes his way towards the drivers side door and when he opens it, he shows Sam and I the “homemade cheesecake” he brought.
We both give each other a weird look and before either one of us can comment on how he shouldn’t eat that, Dean begins pulling more items out of the bag.
“Y/N, I got you water and a Poppy bagel. I can’t have you passing out on us now sunshine. The suns shining too bright today for us to miss your rays.” Dean gives me a cheeky smile, but not before ruffling my hair.
“And you- ” Dean points to Sam “do me a favor and sit in the back. Y/N almost damm near fainted on us a few minutes ago with no AC.” I give Dean the only side eye, and then began to protest with the both of them that I was fine and could sit in the back seat.
“Y/N it’s fine don’t worry. I wish you would have waken me up sooner. I would have let you switch with me. Besides I need to stretch my legs a little.” Before I could protest any longer Sam opens his door standing up to make his way towards the backseat.
Adjusting my dress, I begs to slide over to Sam’s old seat and point the vents directly in my face. Dean slides in after me closing the door, but not before handing me my water and bagel.
“Thanks De.” Dean smiles at me and points towards the bagel. “ I made them toast it and put the butter and jelly you like on it. I wish you would have told me sooner Y/N, I would have stopped for you.”
Looking to see if Sam was listening (he was passed out already) I turn my body towards Dean and sigh. “Dean I promise you it wasn’t that big of a deal, I was just a little hot that’s all.”
Dean rolls his eyes at my words “Wasn’t a big deal, Y/N I turned around to look at you and I damn near thought you passed out back there. You were so red I was starting to get worried.”
Well now I’m definitely embarrassed. How do I tell Dean that it wasn’t because I hadn’t eaten, but because of the fact that I had to see Ms. Goody two shoes Jo Harvelle and watch her flirt with Dean for the rest of the trip.
“I’m sorry Dean, I guess I was kinda out of it.” Placing my hand on top of Dean, I give him an apologetic look.
Placing his hand on top of mine, Dean caresses my hand. “Do me a favor, just tell me when you’re feeling this way. It pains me when you’re hurting and I can’t do nothing about it.”
Smiling I lean across the seat giving Dean a hug. “Of course, but as long as you do the same for me.”
Wrapping his arms around me, I lean my head on his shoulder and just for a moment we both sit together in silence, just enjoying a moment of peace between one another.
Well that was until we heard Sam start to snore again.
“Well that’s our cue.” Dean pulls away with a look and for a moment I just wanted to lean in closer and finally tell him how I feel.
But just like that, the moment starts to fade away and we start driving away from the gas station. For a moment I thought we were driving back home, straight back to Bobby’s for some fresh apple pie, but that was until I heard the infamous sound of Baby.
Honking the horn, Dean let out a holler that I knew signaled we made it to our locations. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hope that we were somewhere, anywhere, but here. But when I opened my eyes I was greeted with my worst fear.
Dean wraps an arm around Sam, and I as we make our way out of the car. One by one friends and customers start stepping out of the Roadhouse with grins and excitement announcing that the kiddos are here.
Making our way down the line, we begin to hug friends that we haven’t seen for the longest time. Finally making my way towards Ellen and as she hugs me in her embrace I finally felt at peace. What was I so worried about?
I didn’t even notice her at first, everything seemed to be going fine. Well that was until I heard a snicker and felt eyes staring at me through the back of my head. Turning around I saw her as she locked her eyes with mine. I thought I was the only one who noticed, but I was wrong. Dean was standing right behind me watching the whole thing.
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Summary: A last minute stop at Ellen Harvelles roadhouse puts Y/N into perspective what Dean means to her between Jo batting her lashes at Dean, and Y/N watching from afar, she wonders how much more she can take before it all becomes too much.
Part 1: An early morning out of the motel leaves unwanted questions brought up before the vist to Harvells roadhouse.
Part 2: : Early morning Sunday travels leads to anxious and unexpected encounters between Y/N, and Dean. Y/N thought heat was her biggest problem but that was until they arrived at the Roadhouse.
Summary: Early morning Sunday travels leads to anxious and unexpected encounters between Y/N, and Dean. Y/N thought heat was her biggest problem but that was until they arrived at the Roadhouse. Kk
For a Sunday afternoon, the sun seemed to shine brighter than the weeks before. The leather seats inside Deans car did nothing to provide any coolness for the upcoming hot day. Plus, the fact that his car had little to no air flow (especially in the back seat).
Leaning in between the bench seats, I moved my head into the middle space between Dean and Sam. Looking at the time, I was reminded that we were slowly making our way to the Roadhouse.
For a moment, I was almost excited to be greeted with the familiar faces of Ellen, and Bobby. But that was until I remembered the existence of Jo. It was as if she solely existed to linger by Dean and try to prove that she could "flirt" with Dean at any moment she wanted. At this point, it was getting pathetic. The whole "mean girl" act was getting childish, and I was simply over it.
Sighing, I lean my head onto the top of the seat while I take in my newfound surrounding. Just a moment ago, I was huddled in the backseat lying across the leather seats, dreaming about the most peaceful things. Well that was until a sudden heat wave rushed over me.
Sam was in a similar position as I was before. Eyes closed, wind in his face, and his legs sprawled out in the weirdest ways. With every hum of his snores I began to feel more peaceful, almost wanting to fall back asleep. The combination of AC and wind in the front seat was cooling me down and I slowly started to regret giving Sam the front seat this morning.
On the other side of me, I watched as Deans gaze stayed clear on the road, almost never making a move as he drove his precious "baby" down the road trying to avoid every bump and pothole that would come into view.
Yawning, I scoot my way closer to Dean without trying to distract him, but of course he noticed anyway. Taking his eyesight off the road, his gaze shifted towards me in the backseat (well, mostly in the middle now).
"Whatcha doing Sunshine? Sleep, alright?" Dean grinned as he spoke the words, emphasizing each of them as he placed an arm against the head rest.
"Yeah, it was okay. I can't wait to finally have my own bed soon." Looking out the window I slowly started to recognize our surroundings and knew that we were getting closer to our destination.
Removing my cardigan, I was left in my Red Gingham dress (a new favorite I bought last week in Tennessee). I decided to dress up a bit seeing as we were visiting family, and besides, it didn’t hurt knowing that Jo would be there as well.
I could feel a drastic difference in the air, or was it because of my nerves? In all honesty I couldn't tell.
Dean stops the car, and looks in between Sammy and I. I could tell he was debating doing something stupid in order to wake Sam up, but despite his thoughts he gently shook him awake instead.
Meanwhile I couldn't help but feel the slightest bit anxious. Did I mention that it was hot outside today? Why couldn’t I cool down? I started to fan myself down with my hands, but that was until I got side-eyed from Dean.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” The car suddenly felt even hotter and I could feel my face burn in embarrassment.
“Oh nothing De, just trying to cool down!” Dean must of noticed my insane theatrics because, out of nowhere, he opens the drivers side door.
Opening my eyes, I give Dean a confused look and then turn to face Sam who was still knocked out cold in the front seat. Turning back to Dean, he motions for me to get out of the car, and as I do he places a hand on the top of my head.
“Jesus, Y/N, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” Dean gives me a sympathetic look and ushers me into the front seat.
Helping me into the car, Dean places a hand on the top of my back to steady me, as he helps me in. Suddenly Dean hovers right over me, leaning across to push his way through to turn the AC up. I knew it wasn’t the heat, but I started to blush worse then before, and of course Dean noticed.
Leaning away, Dean stands in the door way and try’s to block the sun from hitting my eyes. We were parked at the gas station, but I couldn’t understand why? Dean had a half of tank left and the Roadhouse was only ten minutes away.
“When’s the last time you drank anything?” I began to stare at Dean, wondering what he was talking about? Why was he getting so concerned? I mean Dean was always like this, but for some reason this seems a bit much.
“I don’t know. It had to be this morning, when you were getting breakfast.”
Sam and I were starting to pack up the room, while Dean was out getting breakfast. But then I lost my earring and started to search the whole room in search for it. Even though I found the earring (it ended up being in Sam’s toiletries bag) by time we left, I didn’t have time to eat.
Dean must of realized this the same time that I did, and let out a big sigh.
“Y/N, how many times do we tell you to eat before we leave. We know how sick you get.”
Well, technically he wasn’t wrong. Dean had bought me a chocolate chip muffin this morning, but I was too tired to eat. Plus it was sitting in my bag in the backseat, which was probably melted by now.
Dean reaches over me once again, to get to his phone, and wallet on the bench seat. Before he can close the door he reaches over to the back seat searching for something in my bag.
Holding a hair tie between his fingers, he starts to wave the band around his hands. Handing me my hair tie, I start to give Dean the only look. Dean fixes the strap of my dress and points the AC vent towards my face.
“I’ll be right back. Put your hair up, it’ll help with the heat. Lock the doors, and turn the AC all the way up.”
As Dean slowly closed the door, my mind began to race.
Why was he caring so much? Do I really look that sick? Did Dean stop here because of me? Suddenly, guilt weighted heavy on my mind as my thoughts began to spiral. My mind started to race, but I didn’t have time to think, before I heard gasping come from the passenger seat.
Sam suddenly jolts up from his seat and quickly starts looking at his surroundings.
Running a hand through his hair, he tried to regain his composure, but I was already inching my way towards him.
“Sam are you alright?”
Grabbing the water bottle from his bag, I began to hand it to Sam as I watched him gulp the water. What was going on today?
“Yeah I’m uhh fine. Just you know another bad dream.”
Sam says trying to play it off. Sighing I watch as his eyesight goes straight towards the stray cat making it way across the road.
“Sam you know that if anything’s going on you can talk to me. I would never judge you for anything, all I want to do is help.”
Sam glances at me for a moment and lets out a hesitant, thank you. It almost sounded like he was going to tell me more, but that was until we saw Dean walking out of the store with a big bag. What in the world did he buy?
Dean makes his way towards the drivers side door and when he opens it, he shows Sam and I the “homemade cheesecake” he brought.
We both give each other a weird look and before either one of us can comment on how he shouldn’t eat that, Dean begins pulling more items out of the bag.
“Y/N, I got you water and a Poppy bagel. I can’t have you passing out on us now sunshine. The suns shining too bright today for us to miss your rays.” Dean gives me a cheeky smile, but not before ruffling my hair.
“And you- ” Dean points to Sam “do me a favor and sit in the back. Y/N almost damm near fainted on us a few minutes ago with no AC.” I give Dean the only side eye, and then began to protest with the both of them that I was fine and could sit in the back seat.
“Y/N it’s fine don’t worry. I wish you would have waken me up sooner. I would have let you switch with me. Besides I need to stretch my legs a little.” Before I could protest any longer Sam opens his door standing up to make his way towards the backseat.
Adjusting my dress, I begs to slide over to Sam’s old seat and point the vents directly in my face. Dean slides in after me closing the door, but not before handing me my water and bagel.
“Thanks De.” Dean smiles at me and points towards the bagel. “ I made them toast it and put the butter and jelly you like on it. I wish you would have told me sooner Y/N, I would have stopped for you.”
Looking to see if Sam was listening (he was passed out already) I turn my body towards Dean and sigh. “Dean I promise you it wasn’t that big of a deal, I was just a little hot that’s all.”
Dean rolls his eyes at my words “Wasn’t a big deal, Y/N I turned around to look at you and I damn near thought you passed out back there. You were so red I was starting to get worried.”
Well now I’m definitely embarrassed. How do I tell Dean that it wasn’t because I hadn’t eaten, but because of the fact that I had to see Ms. Goody two shoes Jo Harvelle and watch her flirt with Dean for the rest of the trip.
“I’m sorry Dean, I guess I was kinda out of it.” Placing my hand on top of Dean, I give him an apologetic look.
Placing his hand on top of mine, Dean caresses my hand. “Do me a favor, just tell me when you’re feeling this way. It pains me when you’re hurting and I can’t do nothing about it.”
Smiling I lean across the seat giving Dean a hug. “Of course, but as long as you do the same for me.”
Wrapping his arms around me, I lean my head on his shoulder and just for a moment we both sit together in silence, just enjoying a moment of peace between one another.
Well that was until we heard Sam start to snore again.
“Well that’s our cue.” Dean pulls away with a look and for a moment I just wanted to lean in closer and finally tell him how I feel.
But just like that, the moment starts to fade away and we start driving away from the gas station. For a moment I thought we were driving back home, straight back to Bobby’s for some fresh apple pie, but that was until I heard the infamous sound of Baby.
Honking the horn, Dean let out a holler that I knew signaled we made it to our locations. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and hope that we were somewhere, anywhere, but here. But when I opened my eyes I was greeted with my worst fear.
Dean wraps an arm around Sam, and I as we make our way out of the car. One by one friends and customers start stepping out of the Roadhouse with grins and excitement announcing that the kiddos are here.
Making our way down the line, we begin to hug friends that we haven’t seen for the longest time. Finally making my way towards Ellen and as she hugs me in her embrace I finally felt at peace. What was I so worried about?
I didn’t even notice her at first, everything seemed to be going fine. Well that was until I heard a snicker and felt eyes staring at me through the back of my head. Turning around I saw her as she locked her eyes with mine. I thought I was the only one who noticed, but I was wrong. Dean was standing right behind me watching the whole thing.
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Summary: An early morning out of the motel leaves unwanted questions brought up before the vist to Harvells roadhouse.
The September air was quite chilling for this time of year. The leaves on the ground began to change colors, and slowly but surely the heavier jackets were taken out of the closets and slowly making there way into the wardrobe. The September sun shows it's last few days of Summer before it makes up it's mind and a linger of the new fall air begins to show.
What used to be my favorite time of year soonly turned into my least, and it all happened when I saw Jo Harvelle wearing Dean's jacket.
This all started a few days ago when Dean, Sam, and I began to finish up our research on the "cold-hearted man." Now for context you see way back when in the 1950s there was this man named Jacob Treasure, who lived in Omaha, Nebraska. Townspeople say that since his death, he has been haunting young girls who are still hung up on their first love.
Now, this is because when Jacob was in his 20s, he was in love with his high school sweetheart. Jacob was convinced the two were out to be married, and the day Jacob went to propose to his dear love Amelia. He found out she was cheating on him with a business owner in the town over. Now poor Jacob was so distraught in what had just happened he had died of a broken heart, and since that day he haunts young girls who are still hooked on their first love as an order of revenge.
Well, Dean, Sam, and I had found Amelia to make her known to what all Jacob had done, and finally, Jacob's haunting seemed to die down. So we salted and burned the body and was on our way. It was as simple as that, and sooner or later we were on our way.
We hadn't seen Bobby in a while, so we decided to make a trip to him, and then go visit Ellen and Jo. Ellen was complaining all year long to us about how we don't go visit enough, and all the whiskey is getting lonely because "Dean" has stopped by to visit. So, with our bags packed, we made our way out of the motel and to our newest location.
Lifting my suitcase off the bed, I began to look around the motel room. Dean was downstairs starting the car, while Sam and I were doing one last search of the room. Walking around the room, I began to search the nightstand drawers. I could hear Sam stop in his tracks and look my way.
Turing around, I stop my rummaging and look towards him. "Doesn't it feel like we're missing something?"
Sam sighs and takes one big stare around the room. "No, Y/N, I promise we've done this like 10 times already. Is something wrong?" Oh, Sam, stupid Sam Winchester and his big brown puppy dog eyes.
Sighing, I stopped my movements and sat back on my bed. Rubbing my hand over the tacky red bedding, I finally stopped. "I don't know, Sam, something just feels off."
Sam stops for a moment and makes his way towards the edge of the bed to sit near me. Placing his hand in mine, he begins to smoothly hold it in a comforting way. "Don't take this the wrong way, Y/N, but are you hesitant to see Jo?"
Jo, really Jo? Miss, I wear shirts that are clearly too tight for me, and Miss I love to stand right next to Dean and hover real close to him in case "something bad happens."
Rolling my eyes, I begin to stand up. "Pffff Jo, please why would I be hesitant to see Jo?" Flicking my hair behind my shoulders, I began to walk towards the ranky bathroom mirror to fix my makeup. Though it was probably no use in the dark anyway. The bathroom bulbs were slightly fading, and the mirror looked 2 shades too dirty. I couldn't wait to take a clean hot shower.
"Y/nnnnnnnnn-" Sam says, practically singing my name. Following my footsteps, he leans on the door frame with a grin. "You don't have to pretend it's just me and you. No Dean, no Jo, just us"
Looking at him through the mirror, I roll my eyes once again, continuing to line my lips in the mirror. Groaning, he leans his head against the frame, closing his eyes. "Come on, Y/N, just tell me the truth. Besides, I was the same way with that girl Andrea back in high school. You remember her right."
Sighing, I close the cap to my liner, but not before putting on lipstick. Letting Sam's words sink in for a minute, I turn around. "Sam, that was different. You were in love with Andrea -" lowering my voice, I peak out from the empty space where Sam was standing (making sure no one was really around)
"I am not in love with Dean, and besides, if Jo wants to go prance around Dean like a fawn looking for water. Let her go ahead, I won't stop her." Placing a hand on my hip, I grab my makeup bag from the counter.
"What bothers me is how she just goes walking around with a smug grin on her like she owns Dean, when clearly -" moving past Sam, I place the makeup bag on my suitcase, but not before pointing in his direction "-she doesn't!"
With a grin on my face, I began rolling my suitcase towards the door waiting for Sam. I could tell he was in between his words, trying to figure out what to say or not. Laughing at my antics, he grabs his suitcase and follows me towards the door. "So you're okay with her."
Grabbing my stuff, I open the door and make a beeline for the stairs. "Sam, I am better than okay. All I need is a cool drink and a shower, and trust me, this attuide of mine will fade. "
Somewhere out of the blue, Dean appears at the end of the steps and takes the suitcase out of my hands. Smiling at me, he holds a hand above my head blocking the sun out of my eyes. "Almost couldn't see you there, sunshine. The sun was shining too bright on you today."
"Thanks D, what'd I do without you?" Rubbing Deans shoulder, he takes all my bags and begins to make his way towards the car.
Turning around, I face my attention to Sam as he makes his way down the stairs. "See, there's no competition. What would I need to be jealous about?" Sam just shakes his head as we makes our way towards Dean.
"Hey, what were you guys talking about up there. I thought maybe Sammy boy over here fell in the toilet or something". "Really Dean?" Sam says lifting his bag off his shoulder and onto the hood off car.
"Hey, Hey, Hey watch what your doing there Sammy, your gonna scratch the paint." Sam huffs a quick whatever before grabbing his bag making his way into the car.
"Ah some peace and quiet" Dean said as he leaned against the hood while staring at the motel in front of us. Sighing I follow his movements, "Yeah I'd say we had a good run".
Taking his attention off the scenery, Dean nudges my leg. "How are you feeling?" With a confused look on my face I nudge his leg back.
"I'm okay, what'd you mean though?" Crossing his arms over one another he stares off into the nearby greenery of the motel.
For a moment Dean hesitates, "I just want to make sure your all good sunshine." Laughing I lean off the car and stand in front of him now blocking the sun from his eyes.
"Hmmmm and how are you feeling Winchester?" Leaning further on the hood he grabs my hands motioning for me to help him up, but not before I muttered "grandpa" under my breath.
"Come on I hear a burger that's calling my name." Rolling my eyes I lean closer to him as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. I could already see Sam's rolling eyes through the cars windshield.
Dean never mentioned a word to me that day on how he was feeling, and it wasn't until later that week he revealed what was wrong.
Making our way towards "baby," I couldn't help but look at the area around us and think of the calm before the storm. I had a feeling that things were soon to go south, but I tried to ignore them for as long as I could.
Topper Thornton is 23 years old and born in Malibu, California. He is an OG to Love Island. He was originally coupled up with Sarah Cameron until eposide 10, and then recouped with Amber. Before Love Island, Topper worked at his grandfather's finace company.
Cleo Anderson is 24 years old and is from Tybee Island, Georgia. She joined Love Island as a bombshell and is coupled up with Pope. Before coming on Love Island, Cleo was a veterinarian at her local animal hospital.
Summary: After last nights recoupling, tensions were high in the villa. When an islander receives a text, alerting them of a new bombshell things, things take a unexpected turn.
The sun was high, and the villa felt more alive than it had the night before. After last nights recouping, two islanders (Tyler, Sophie) were dumped from the villa, leaving only six couples standing. The energy in the villa was off, almost as if a storm was brewing, even though everyone pretended to be chill. It was the classic post-recoupling tension: fake laughs, side-eyes, and lots of “no I’m good” when everyone was definitely not good.
I stood in the kitchen with Sarah and Kiara as I half-heartedly listened to them recap the drama from last night.
“I still can’t believe Tyler got booted,” Kiara said, slapping a spoon into her cereal. “He literally just started vibing with Sophie.”
Sarah rolled her eyes, lowering her sunglasses on her nose. “He should’ve made moves sooner. That man was giving ‘background character.’”
They both laughed, but I didn’t join in, just nodded my head. Meanwhile, my eyes flicked toward the daybeds where Rafe was laid out. Arms behind his head, glass of juice in hand, sunglasses on. He was completely unbothered, and of course, I wasn't surprised.
I was trying to be present, trying to act normal, but everything about this morning felt...off. My brain was foggy, and my stomach had been in knots ever since the recoupling. Rafe and I had chosen each other again — no games, no drama — and somehow, that made me more nervous than anything.
Then suddenly I heard a sound that immediately made my heartbeat rise. PING
Kiara immediately grabs her phone as she stands up, waving her hands in the air.
"I GOT A TEXT!!!!"
Immediately, the energy in the villa began to shift. Chairs scraped, cereal was abandoned, and the rest of our friends came running towards us. My heart began to pound.
Rafes eyes locked with mine as he stood, stretched with a little smirk like he knew what was happening as he joined Topper and Kelce by the steps.
Kiaras eyes widened, and she hesitated for a moment.
"READ IT!" Amber yells.
Kiara clears her throat (dramatically) before reading out the text "Islanders, please welcome our NEW bombshell… Lexie!”
The girls all groan as the boys leap up in celebration.
“Oh, come on,” Sarah hissed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Victoria mutters, already turning to face the entrance.
I couldn’t even bring myself to look. My heart was thudding so loud I could barely hear the rest of Kiara’s words. I stared into my half-melted iced coffee — the one Rafe made for me this morning — and tried to breathe through the nausea curling in my gut.
My attention was finally turned when I heard Vince mutter "dammn" under her breath.
Lexie was everything you'd expect (from a producer-planted chaos agent). She was tall, tan, had bleached blonde hair that was slicked into a perfect high ponytail, and legs for days. She strutted in wearing the tinest string bikini I had ever seen and acted as if she hadn’t just walked into enemy territory.
But let me tell you, she didn't hesitate, because the first thing that comes out of her mouth was-
“Which one of you is Rafe?”
When I tell you my stomach dropped so fast it might of hit the pool floor.
Topper jumps up whooping as he nudges Rafe to raise his arm.
"That be him, sweetheart."
Lazily Rafe raises his arm arm up, as he moves to put the sunglasses behind his hair. His eyes flicker towards her for a moment, but didn't jump up, and he wasn't smiling like an idiot either.
I could feel the back of my neck heating up already. Even though we were already two weeks in, I couldn't but feel my anxiety creeping in. After sleeping in the same bed, holding hands under the covers, and late-night whispered talks about what we’d do after the villa. I could still feel the familiar wave of insecurity crash over me.
The entire group went silent, waiting.
Lexie gave a slow, sugary smile, then marched her way straight towards Rafe like it was already decided. “Show me around?”
Rafe let out a quiet sigh, then reached for her hand. “Sure.”
I couldn’t help but read his expression, well, not completely. He didn’t look overly enthusiastic, but he didn’t hesitate either. Those damm sunglasses hid too much.
"Looks like she locked in already.” Amber mutters beside me.
Kiara scoffs. "She didn't even look at any of the other guys."
Running a hand through my hair, I said nothing. Just sipped on the half melted coffee Rafe had made me this morning, and tried to ignore the fact that everything felt bitter.
"It's fine, its her first day." I said forcing a smile that I tried so hard to mask tears behind.
But it wasn’t fine. Not when Lexie looped her arm through Rafe’s like they were a couple, or when she hiked up her bikni just to show off "a little more." It wasn't fine when he smirked and Lexi smiled a little more, and definitely not when she placed her perfectly manicured hand on his chest as they walked back across the lawn.
All I could do was keep my composure calm, but inside, I was already thinking of the worst possible outcome.
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The producers didn’t wait long. As the girls and I were finally getting relaxed by the pool, an announcement echoed through the villa speakers.
"Islanders, tonight it is time to play… TRUTH OR DARE: BOMB 💣 EDITION. Please gather by the firepit!”
I couldn't help but groan, I was not in the mood at all today to participate in a challenge, and it didnt help that Rafe and I still haven't had a conversation yet.
The girls all giggled in harmony and began to stand up ranting about which outfit they were going to wear, and who was helping with hair/makeup.
Sarah stayed besides me, leaning her head on my shoulder.
"You sure you're feeling okay?"
Dipping my legs further into the pool, I watched as the water glistening on my skin.
"Honestly, I still don't know how to feel, and it doesn't help that there's a challenge tonight either." I say, looking back at her.
Sarah stands up with a smile on her face. Fixing her stance she leans an arm down towards me.
"Come on! My favorite thing to do when I'm feeling down is a hot outfit and good glam. We're gonna make you look so gorg, you'll forget who Rafe Cameron even is."
Taking her hand, Sarah and I make our way to the makeup room. We both couldn't hold our excitement. We were already planning our matching "revenge" outfit to our makeup room and figuring out what we wanted to do to our hair.
For a second, I almost forgot about Lexi and Rafe, but unknowingly to me (not Sarah). Rafes gaze continued to linger all little longer as we made our way into the makeup room.
I decided on a black mini dress . It was simple yet effective, to say the least. In some way, it made me feel powerful, even if my stomach was a mess. For some reason, Rafe barely looked at you, He was too busy laughing at whatever Lexie was whispering.
The game started out innocent enough, with silly dares. Topper gave Sarah a lap dance, while Cleo licked whipped cream off of JJ's bellybutton, and John B had to streak naked around the villa. It was the classic Love Island chaos.
Well, that was until it was time for Lexie’s turn. Victoria pulls a card out from the pile and begins to read it to us all in the circle.
“Lexie, we dare you to kiss the boy you’re most attracted to in the villa.”
Without missing a beat, she turns toward Rafe. Standing up, she wips her hand behind her hair like she just won the noble peace prize (well, in one way, she did bc she just stole my man).
“Come here, trouble.” Lexi grins in a sulty way, strutting her way towards Rafe.
My stomach dropped. Rafe hesitated for a moment, just half a second, and then slowly stood and met Lexi halfway. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it certainly wasn’t nothing either.
It was a quick press of the lips, but Lexi held a smug smug little smile as she sat back down and stared right at me. I didn't feel like throwing my drink at the firepit tonight, so I kept my head straight. All I knew is that the rest or the challenge didn't feel as fun as it was before.
---
Later that night, everyone settled into their usual groups, but I couldn't help but drift to the edge of the villa. Everything today felt different, and I just needed a second of peace.
Sitting on the pink beanbag chair, by the water, I began to look out to the horizon, wondering what was ahead. Would this be the end of my love island journey? Was Rafe in love with Lexi already? Did his head turn? Or what if there was a new bombshell for me waiting on the other side?
Pulling my hoodie over my shoulders, I began to feel at peace with myself finally. Staring out into the dark water, I began to dip my feet in the sand and let myself become at peace with the ocean water.
Well that was until a big shadown blocked my view.
He didn't talk for a moment, just stood there staring at me. To be honest I don't know how long he was there for until I opened my eyes.
Crouching down to my level, Rafe begins to get comfortable on the sand. “Are you mad at me?”
I wanted nothing more than to hide behind my hoodie. Rafe hasnt talked to me all day, and the first thing we talk about after the challenge is this.
“Don’t start, Rafe.”
He gave a soft laugh, low and teasing as he ran his hand through his buzzed hair. “You’re mad.”
“Nope.” I decided to keep it short and simple.
“You’re definitely mad.” Rafes eyes scan my face. Placing a hand on the beach bag, he leans in closer. “She kissed me. I didn’t kiss her.”
Huffing, I pulled the hoddie of my head. When will these boys get it. “You kissed her back.”
He tilted his head in my direction. “Would it make you feel better if I kissed you right now?”
I narrowed my eyes. Was he stupid? “Are you trying to fix this or make it worse?”
He smirked, not just any smirk that cocky, dangerous little smirk that always made my heart race.
“I’m trying to remind you who’s got me twisted.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but I was soon cut you off when Rafes lips touched mine. Rafe kissed me, and not any normal kiss like we'd had before it was rough, fast, and even territorial. It was the kind of kiss that wasn’t made for the cameras, and I was definitely hoping they hadn't caught this scene.
Rafe pulls back, placing a fallen piece of hair behind my ears. In a low voice, he whispers “Jealousy looks hot on you, by the way."
Rafe lifts me off the bean bag chair, placing me to sit in his lap. Wrapping his arms around mine, he places his head in the crook of my neck.
"There's only one girl I want Y/N, and it's you."
My cheeks felt hot, and for the first time today, I felt content. I could definitely sleep lighter tonight, knowing that Rafe and I were back on track. But if Lexi thought she could steal Rafe from me, she's wrong. There's no one else in the villa, I'd rather be with more, and if she thinks that she could be with Rafe, she better smile more because she's in for a rude awakening.
Pope Heyward is 25 years old and is an OG to the Love Island villa. He was originally coupled up with Kiara, but in eposide 10, he recouped with Cleo. He is from Outer Bank, North Carolina, and before Love Island went to college to become a doctor, and works with his father at their seafood restaurant.
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JJ Maybank is 23 years old and lives in Raliegh, North Carolina. JJ was introduced as a bombshell in eposide five, and is currently coupled up with Kiara. Before Love Island worked with his dad at their mechanic company.
Kiara is a love island, OG. She is 23 years old and is from Tampa, Florida. She was originally parked up with Pope Heyward but was recouped with JJ Maybank in episode ten. Before Love Island, she was in college studying to be a marine biologist.
John B was introduced as a bombshell in episode five of Love Island. He is 25 years old and is from Santa Monica, California. He is currently coupled up with Sarah Cameron. Before Love Island, he worked with his uncles at their electrical company.
Sarah Cameron is an OG to the villa. She is 22 years old and is from Goose Creek, South Carolina. She was originally coupled up with Topper Thornton, but in episode ten, she recouped with John B. Before love island, Sarah was a college student majoring in fashion design.
Summary: Coupling up with Rafe Cameron was supposed to be fun. But in the Love Island villa, feelings get messy fast. Caught in a whirlwind of jealousy, temptation, and late-night confessions, nothing stays secret for long.
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Summary: After last nights recoupling, tensions were high in the villa. When an islander receives a text, alerting them of a new bombshell things, things take a unexpected turn.
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Summary: I told myself it didn’t matter. That Dean flirting with someone else wasn’t a big deal—not this time. But the truth? It broke something, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to walk away… or if he’d even notice if I did. But something was going to give—either my heart, or the silence between us.
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I was becoming tired of it. Watching Dean flirt with the busty diner waitress was making me sick. Seeing the way she completely folded over the table, the minute Dean mentioned her name made me want to jump over the table and straight for the door. But I knew that was kinda dramatic (but at this point, what did it matter?).
Sam watched me across the table as he sipped on his black coffee. Sam was always observant, maybe a little too much at times. But the way Sam looked at me right now, as if he was trying not to look my way, made the tears I tried so desperately to hide much harder.
Daisy was her name. Ugh, what an eye roll, I swear if she told the story to Dean again about how people called her Daisy because she had a touch as light as a feather, and her mother said she reminded her of a sunny day I'd barf. But who was I kidding? Maybe I was easedropping a little too much, but how could I help it when her agonizing laugh lingered longer with every word.
The two were standing too close to each other for my liking, at least. Dean's arm rested against the counter as he oogled at the apple pie (and probably the open buttons of "Daisys" blouse). I'm surprised my vision was crystal clear at the moment. Seeing as a few days ago, I could barely see a sign across the street.
I pushed my plate away. The eggs I had once enjoyed had now gone cold—like everything else in this heartbreaking diner. Dean was still standing at the counter, grin wide from ear to ear, a smile I thought was only reserved for me. Letting Daisy’s syrupy voice fill his ears, she twirled a piece of her hair and leaned a little too close.
I suddenly couldn’t take it anymore, everything became too much.
"I’m gonna get some air," I muttered, my voice barely audible as I stood from the booth. I smoothed my hands over the navy shirt I had chosen to wear only because Dean said it was his favorite color on me, but who was I kidding? Was that another gimic, too?
Sam looked up from his coffee, brows knitting with concern. "Y/N—"
But I didn't bother to hear the rest. I was already gone.
The door swung closed behind me with the sound of a loving chime I might’ve once found charming. But now all that's left is just another reminder of what I wasn’t—a girl worth staying at the table for.
I leaned against the Impala. It was cool beneath my palms, steady, reliable. Everything Dean wasn't.
For a moment, I just stood there, breathing in the morning summer air like it could wash the ache away. But it stayed, only growing worse as it poked right under my ribs. Leaving a constant reminder of everything that I tried to hide.
I heard footsteps but I couldn't turn around. I almost expected it to be Dean, but it wasn't.
"You okay?" Sam asked, coming to stand beside me. He didn't crowd me. Just stood in front of me, blocking whatever sunlight was facing my way. Sam always stood taller than most, but hell, I could remember a time when we were both the same height. I'd never think there'd come a time when Sam Winchester would be comforting me, but now it seems that anything was possible.
"No," I said finally. "But I will be."
Sam nodded tenderly like he already knew. The sun grew brighter behind him, projecting a summer glow to his appearance. I longed to feel the heat of the sunshine in some way to sorta wake me up from this mess, but right now, everything felt cold.
"You don’t have to keep pretending you’re fine Y/N. You’re allowed to not be okay with the way he looks at other girls. How he treats them when your around."
I let the silence stretch between us. Sam’s words weren’t cruel. They were honest. That’s what made them sting.
"I thought he was different," I said. "With me at least."
Sam’s voice was soft. "Maybe he is. But he’s still Dean. And Dean... he doesn’t always know how to deal with what scares him."
"And I scare him?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes. It was pathetic really.
"Yes, of couse you do Y/N," Sam placed a hand across his face in a testing matter, taking a deep breath out. "Because you matter."
Just then, the door opened again, and I turned my head before I could stop myself.
There he was in all his glory, before I knew it my eyes were placed right on his before I could turn away
Dean glanced between Sam and I, frown already forming on his face. Fixing the collar of his jacket Dean starts coming our way. "What’s going on?"
I straightened my back, throwing my hair behind my shoulder. Everything was fine, I was just being dramatic. At least that's what I had to tell myself in order from losing it all. My hands were clenched as I slowly placed them down by my sides. "Nothing. I'm just clearing my head."
Dean’s sighs taking a step closer as he tears his eyes away from Sam and fully onto me now. "Y/N-"
"No," I cut him off. "Don’t do that. Don’t say my name like"
Sam gives me a silent nod before slowly slipping inside, making that stupid chime go off once again. It was just the two of us now.
Dean shoves his hands in his jacket pockets, squinting at the sun made it's way closer. Turning around, he waits until Sam is fully inside the diner to speak. "What the hell is going on with you?"
"Me! You mean besides watching you flirt your way through every woman with a name tag?" I snapped, well I wasnt expecting that to come out. "Or maybe you’re wondering why I’m not just sitting quietly and pretending it doesn’t feel like being gutted every time you look at someone else like they’re the only person in the room."
Dean eyes widen, he looked stunned. Like I’d just hauled off and punched him right in the gut. He was quiet for a moment, a moment too long because after awhile I began to walk away. But before I could make a move Dean lighty grabbed my wrist pulling me right next time him. Right smack in front of him so that his attention wasn't on anything except me.
"Sunshine I wasn’t—"
"Yes, you were-." My voice cracked for a second, and it felt like couldnt breathe. How was I supposed to tell the boy I've known since I was a teenager I was in love with him "-you were. And maybe that’s fine. Maybe that’s who you are. But I can’t keep waiting for you to notice that this is something more. I don't want to be a backup Dean".
He took a step toward me, but I didn’t move. His eyes widen in a way he didnt realize and for a moment I almost wanted to step close, but I never did. "Y/N..I never meant to hurt you," he said quietly.
"But you did," I whispered my eyes teared and I knew I had to look away. "Over and over. And maybe that's the worst part—how easy it is for you to pretend like it doesn't matter."
The wind blew through the parking lot, and Dean still didn’t say a thing. I waited for a response watching for any emotion in those big green eyes I had once loved, but nothing changed.
So I turned. I started walking.
For the first time in 10 years I walked away, and this time Dean didn't follow
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I didn’t get that far. Just down the street, besides I knew that Sam would panic the minute Dean told him I walked away.
For a moment I didn't realize how far I walked. I had pasted the places I was excited to vist as we drove into the town, but now that all seemed like a far fetched idea. The distance between the two of us was good. I needed a moment to reflect on my thought.
I found myself at a cozy Cafe, a totally difrent vibe from the so called "diner" I had ate at moments ago. There was no agonizing bell, or overly flirty waitress at the counter. The Cafe was tiny and charming everything I so desperately seeked in a moment like this.
After ordering myself a latte, I stepped outside finding comfort in the outdoor seating. The hot drink kept me warm as the sun slowly started to set.
I didn’t expect to hear the familiar growl of bootsteps on rocky pavement.
But neverless there they were.
“Y/N—” His voice was rough, not as confident as he normally was. Like if he wasn’t sure if he deserved to say my name or not right now.
I didn’t turn around, just kept my back faced to his body as I sipped on my comfort drink. Sighing I rubbed my eyes (trying to hide myself from the fact that I could cry at any given moment). “You should be inside. Your pie’s probably getting cold.”
He didn’t laugh. Didn’t try to put on a smile.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were... ” he said.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t try very hard to make me feel like I was anything at all.” I finally turned to face him. His eyes—green, full of a thousand apologies he didn’t know how to say—met mine. I didnt know what to think as I looked at those eyes, and the memories they held.
“I flirt,” he said an octive higher. Dean opens his arms in a wide stance like he was confessing a sin to the sky. “I joke, and you know why I do it because I push people away because it’s easier than getting hurt.”
"And what about me?" I asked, leaving my coffee on the wooden table I begin to stand up. "What do I get to be in that equation? The girl who keeps forgiving you while you hand pieces of yourself to strangers?"
“No,” he said quickly. Dean sighs running a hand through his hair as he tilts his head to the sky once again. His eyes meet mine for a moment again before he begins to speak in a only a whisper him and I could hear.. “You’re not just anyone Y/N. You never were.”
I stared at him, waiting—for once—for more than just words. For something real.
Dean stepped closer, slow, deliberate. “You know what, you scare the hell out of me,” he admitted, pointing a finger in my way. “Because when I’m with you, I feel like I’m not just surviving anymore. I feel like... maybe I could have something good. Something real. And I’ve never let myself have that. Not once.”
He paused, breathing hard like the words were heavier than he meant them to be. “But I can’t do this halfway anymore. I won’t.”
My eyes squint, head tilting in confusion as my heart hammered against my ribs, but Dean was still here and he didn't stop.
“I love you.” The words dropped like thunder between us. “I’ve loved you longer than I’ve had the guts to say it. And I’ve messed it up, I know that. But I swear to God, Y/N, you’re the only thing that feels right. The only thing I want.”
I froze.
Not because I didn’t feel the same—but because I’d waited so long to hear those words, I wasn’t sure they were real.
“You... you love me?” I asked, almost breathless. The air was cold and my brain was foggier then before. Dean Winchester loves me? Dean Winchester loves me!
Dean gives a small, lopsided smile—uncertain, but hopeful. Tilting his head down towards mine he faces his eyes against mine. “Yeah. I do. It’s always been you.”
I just stared at him, all the anger and heartbreak dissolving under the weight of his confession. My voice caught in my throat. I wasn’t ready for that—not the way he said it. Not with that soft, wrecked look in his eyes that made it impossible to doubt him.
“I—Dean, I don’t even know what to say,” I whispered.
He chuckled nervously, a cheesy grin forming on his lips. "Kinda hoping you'd say something like... you love me back. Or maybe just kiss me before, you know I pass out from panic".
A slow smile tugged at my lips as I stepped into his space, fingers reaching up to brush the side of his jaw.
“You’re such an idiot,” I said, voice cracking with emotion. “But yeah... I love you too. You absolute mess of a man.”
He exhaled like I’d just brought him back to life. Leaning his head against mine he stared into my eyes. Never in my life did I think I'd be standing with Dean Winchester eye to eye. But there I was.
Slipping my hands around his neck, I kissed Dean—finally— and for once in my life it finally sememed like everything was going my way.
The kiss wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t desperate or messy or built on everything we’d been running from. It was slow, deliberate—like he needed to memorize the feel of me, like he didn’t want to mess it up now that I was finally his.
When we pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, breath warm between us.
“God,” he murmured, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
I smiled, fingers still curled into the lapel of his jacket. “Well, for the record, you’re a pretty good kisser for someone who’s been too busy ignoring his feelings.”
He chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and for a second it was music to my ears. “You bring it out of me, sweetheart.”
He tugged me into a hug, arms wrapping around me like he finally realized how easily I could’ve slipped through his fingers—and how he had no intention of letting me go again.
We slowly made our way back at the motel, Sam was sat at the the kitchen table with a grin that said it all. Dean and I walked, coffee and pastries in our hand. We joined Sam at the table eating and drinking in silence, we didn’t talk much. We didn’t need to.
Later on that night Dean tossed me one of his flannels—soft, warm, and cologne that smelled just like him. Sam was asleep on bed next falling asleep mere hours ago. Dean lowers the TV before making his way over to me, and just like that, I was wrapped in him, in the warmth he only ever showed when he let his walls down.
We curled up on the bed together, his arm around my waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. The TV was on, but neither of us was listening. Pressing a kiss to my temple he begins to whisper, “You know, this... this could be our new normal.”
Staring up at him I glint “Are you suggesting snuggling in cheap motels after every hunt??” I teased.
Grinning against my skin, he presses a kiss to my ear. “Exactly that.”
For once, there were no secrets. No half-truths. Just me and Dean. And the soft, steady rhythm of something that felt a hell of a lot like forever.
Summary: An early morning out of the motel leaves unwanted questions brought up before the vist to Harvells roadhouse.
The September air was quite chilling for this time of year. The leaves on the ground began to change colors, and slowly but surely the heavier jackets were taken out of the closets and slowly making there way into the wardrobe. The September sun shows it's last few days of Summer before it makes up it's mind and a linger of the new fall air begins to show.
What used to be my favorite time of year soonly turned into my least, and it all happened when I saw Jo Harvelle wearing Dean's jacket.
This all started a few days ago when Dean, Sam, and I began to finish up our research on the "cold-hearted man." Now for context you see way back when in the 1950s there was this man named Jacob Treasure, who lived in Omaha, Nebraska. Townspeople say that since his death, he has been haunting young girls who are still hung up on their first love.
Now, this is because when Jacob was in his 20s, he was in love with his high school sweetheart. Jacob was convinced the two were out to be married, and the day Jacob went to propose to his dear love Amelia. He found out she was cheating on him with a business owner in the town over. Now poor Jacob was so distraught in what had just happened he had died of a broken heart, and since that day he haunts young girls who are still hooked on their first love as an order of revenge.
Well, Dean, Sam, and I had found Amelia to make her known to what all Jacob had done, and finally, Jacob's haunting seemed to die down. So we salted and burned the body and was on our way. It was as simple as that, and sooner or later we were on our way.
We hadn't seen Bobby in a while, so we decided to make a trip to him, and then go visit Ellen and Jo. Ellen was complaining all year long to us about how we don't go visit enough, and all the whiskey is getting lonely because "Dean" has stopped by to visit. So, with our bags packed, we made our way out of the motel and to our newest location.
Lifting my suitcase off the bed, I began to look around the motel room. Dean was downstairs starting the car, while Sam and I were doing one last search of the room. Walking around the room, I began to search the nightstand drawers. I could hear Sam stop in his tracks and look my way.
Turing around, I stop my rummaging and look towards him. "Doesn't it feel like we're missing something?"
Sam sighs and takes one big stare around the room. "No, Y/N, I promise we've done this like 10 times already. Is something wrong?" Oh, Sam, stupid Sam Winchester and his big brown puppy dog eyes.
Sighing, I stopped my movements and sat back on my bed. Rubbing my hand over the tacky red bedding, I finally stopped. "I don't know, Sam, something just feels off."
Sam stops for a moment and makes his way towards the edge of the bed to sit near me. Placing his hand in mine, he begins to smoothly hold it in a comforting way. "Don't take this the wrong way, Y/N, but are you hesitant to see Jo?"
Jo, really Jo? Miss, I wear shirts that are clearly too tight for me, and Miss I love to stand right next to Dean and hover real close to him in case "something bad happens."
Rolling my eyes, I begin to stand up. "Pffff Jo, please why would I be hesitant to see Jo?" Flicking my hair behind my shoulders, I began to walk towards the ranky bathroom mirror to fix my makeup. Though it was probably no use in the dark anyway. The bathroom bulbs were slightly fading, and the mirror looked 2 shades too dirty. I couldn't wait to take a clean hot shower.
"Y/nnnnnnnnn-" Sam says, practically singing my name. Following my footsteps, he leans on the door frame with a grin. "You don't have to pretend it's just me and you. No Dean, no Jo, just us"
Looking at him through the mirror, I roll my eyes once again, continuing to line my lips in the mirror. Groaning, he leans his head against the frame, closing his eyes. "Come on, Y/N, just tell me the truth. Besides, I was the same way with that girl Andrea back in high school. You remember her right."
Sighing, I close the cap to my liner, but not before putting on lipstick. Letting Sam's words sink in for a minute, I turn around. "Sam, that was different. You were in love with Andrea -" lowering my voice, I peak out from the empty space where Sam was standing (making sure no one was really around)
"I am not in love with Dean, and besides, if Jo wants to go prance around Dean like a fawn looking for water. Let her go ahead, I won't stop her." Placing a hand on my hip, I grab my makeup bag from the counter.
"What bothers me is how she just goes walking around with a smug grin on her like she owns Dean, when clearly -" moving past Sam, I place the makeup bag on my suitcase, but not before pointing in his direction "-she doesn't!"
With a grin on my face, I began rolling my suitcase towards the door waiting for Sam. I could tell he was in between his words, trying to figure out what to say or not. Laughing at my antics, he grabs his suitcase and follows me towards the door. "So you're okay with her."
Grabbing my stuff, I open the door and make a beeline for the stairs. "Sam, I am better than okay. All I need is a cool drink and a shower, and trust me, this attuide of mine will fade. "
Somewhere out of the blue, Dean appears at the end of the steps and takes the suitcase out of my hands. Smiling at me, he holds a hand above my head blocking the sun out of my eyes. "Almost couldn't see you there, sunshine. The sun was shining too bright on you today."
"Thanks D, what'd I do without you?" Rubbing Deans shoulder, he takes all my bags and begins to make his way towards the car.
Turning around, I face my attention to Sam as he makes his way down the stairs. "See, there's no competition. What would I need to be jealous about?" Sam just shakes his head as we makes our way towards Dean.
"Hey, what were you guys talking about up there. I thought maybe Sammy boy over here fell in the toilet or something". "Really Dean?" Sam says lifting his bag off his shoulder and onto the hood off car.
"Hey, Hey, Hey watch what your doing there Sammy, your gonna scratch the paint." Sam huffs a quick whatever before grabbing his bag making his way into the car.
"Ah some peace and quiet" Dean said as he leaned against the hood while staring at the motel in front of us. Sighing I follow his movements, "Yeah I'd say we had a good run".
Taking his attention off the scenery, Dean nudges my leg. "How are you feeling?" With a confused look on my face I nudge his leg back.
"I'm okay, what'd you mean though?" Crossing his arms over one another he stares off into the nearby greenery of the motel.
For a moment Dean hesitates, "I just want to make sure your all good sunshine." Laughing I lean off the car and stand in front of him now blocking the sun from his eyes.
"Hmmmm and how are you feeling Winchester?" Leaning further on the hood he grabs my hands motioning for me to help him up, but not before I muttered "grandpa" under my breath.
"Come on I hear a burger that's calling my name." Rolling my eyes I lean closer to him as he wraps an arm around my shoulders. I could already see Sam's rolling eyes through the cars windshield.
Dean never mentioned a word to me that day on how he was feeling, and it wasn't until later that week he revealed what was wrong.
Making our way towards "baby," I couldn't help but look at the area around us and think of the calm before the storm. I had a feeling that things were soon to go south, but I tried to ignore them for as long as I could.
