#acklesterritory

"Danger?" You mumbled, but not thinking about "How your smell could make a hunter like Dean Winchester feel in danger?!"

You just couldn't focus on anything but those fingers around the sweaty beer bottle.

"Yeah, but not in a bad way. You know? More like …"

"Dinner is here." Sam announced as he rushed in, carrying pizza boxes in his hands.

"Oh, yeah! Love me some pepperoni." Dean greeted him sweetly, like the child he actually was in his heart but used to mostly bury him under his serious Winchester face.

 "This smells like heaven!" Sam said, smelling on his slice, as soon as he put the box on the table and flip the lid.

"I was about to say the same thing, Sammy."

The smirk in his voice didn't help you. Not when out of nowhere his longing look shifted from the pizza to you. Actually it made every thing get worse. Now you have to uncomfortablly shifted in your seat, being terrified in case anyone could notice how your sex was already on fire!

"Hmmm, you know? Sometimes I wish I was a pizza man."

Sam rolled his eyes in response to his brother's comment, chewing on his pizza.

"No, you would never do that, Dean."

"Why not?" Dean asked, licking on his fingers with such a sloppy sound that made your knees go weak under the table.

"Cause …" Sam drank from his bottle. " … you would try all the pizzas before delivering them."

"Nah, at least not when the babysitter ordered one." He winked and you bit hard on your lip, preventing a whine from scaping your lips. 

This was not good. You stole your eyes. It was already so hard to think about anything but him … him and his charisma, or his capturing scent,his tempting mouth … his dirty mind … and his skilled fingers.

"Fingers"

Once more he licked on them and this time you had to press your tights against eachother cause now you could hear those sloppy voices not only with your ears but also with your sex! 

"Is something wrong?" Sammy's question shook you out of your head. You gave him a strange look, making him explain more:

"Why you don't eat? I thought you like pizza too …"

"I do." You stole your eyes, looking down at the food you always loved but now had no interest in.

"I just … I think I need a nap more." With that you stood up, focusing on contracting you muscles enough to support your weight now that your knees seemed almost melted under you with the sexy imaginations of Dean.

"Gosh …" 

This time you couldn't stopped yourself, not when Dean casually licked his lips, looking up at you.

"What?" He asked. A frown slightly forming on his face.

You thanked God that they couldn't read your mind. More specifically right now.

"I hate the sounds you make when you …" For a brief of moment your brain got blank with his eyes locking in yours in an awkward silent.

"… when you're eating something!" You completed your saying in a hurry, feeling a wave of red shade spreading on your cheeks and nose tip.

"Why?" He asked, first raising his brows in wonder, then narrowing his eyes at you.

"Like it matters"

He didn't hear your low voice and you didn't wait for him to ask again. Instead with a "goodnight boys" you turned on your heels to run to your personal shelter: room 32.

"Thank God."

Closing the door behind yourself, you took a shaky breath and closed your eyes to concentrate … to stop the images of Dean giving you what your thirsty body always wanted: 

His warm breath on your skin, his skilled tongue in your mouth and his thick digits inside of you.

"Gosh!"

Another shaky breath and this time you decided that maybe another quick cold shower could ease the situation up.but even when you stopped under the coldest possible flow for a few minutes, nothing had changed. Actually with every cold drops that would hit your sensitive skin, the pain got worse.

"Please!" You bit on your lip, terrified of the slightest possibility that the boys could hear your moans. And that was the reason you had to change the plan. You couldn't risk touching yourself there. The bathroom was too big and the bunker was too quite. Your voice could easily resonated in the night.

"God damn it!" 

You stepped out of bathroom and dried your skin. Then you wore the bathrobe Dean had bought for you after losing a bet. It was soft. And thick enough to warm your body.

"Just like Dean himself, right?" You asked yourself, already regretting wearing the robe. Cause now all you could think of was him again: the way his bare skin could feel against yours … the things he could do with those strong hands of him …

You sighed and lied on your bed, letting the towelling fabric tickle your breasts as you were taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

"Oh Dean."

You called him in another sigh, shutting your eyes to force the sleep in. Just as you were getting close to fall asleep, thr mattress deepened beside of you and then someone whispered in the room:

"Did you call me?"

As you opened your eyes in a sudden surprise, a hand appeared to push on your mouth, preventing you from making any loud voices.

"DEAN?!!"

You heard your own muffled voice in your head, looking up at the hunter who was bending on you.

"Sshhhh." He said, replacing his hand with his mouth on your lips as soon as you recognized him. Now the thin wall between dreams and reality was vanished and you couldn't understand if you were simply having a dream or …

"I thought you already had a shower, why you had another one again?"

He smiled. One of his hands in your hair, the other lightly tracing down on your skin, from your neck down to your chest.

"Dean!" His name fell like a prayer from your lips and you had to blink to beliece he was really there with you.

"Me, right? You had to shower again because of me?" He questioned, smirking, biting on the tip of his tongue.

"Hmm … looks like someone is horny." When his tracing hand reached to your breast under the robe, he skillfully pulled the garment away on his fingertips and looked down at your hardened nipple.

"Ahhh." You couldn't suppress your moans or stop your hips from jerking up to seek any attention from him anymore. He was there. He was too close and you just …

"It's okay. I got you." He reassured you, getting on the bed, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, making your body go delirious under his heated touch.

"Please!"

You had to cling to his shoulders to stop 

Yourself from falling apart as his hand find your core between you two.

"What's it, sweetheart? You like it when I touch you here?" He asked, still rocking the same proud smirk on his ridiculously sexy lips.

"Oh God!" Your threw your head back on the pillow as he pushed his index and middle fingers inside of you while his thumb was rubbing your clit in circles.

You whimpered, feeling the pleasurable flames spread through your body from where he was teasing you.

It took just a minute for your body to react, your back almost arched if it wasn't for his strong hand pushing you down.

"No!" He said, pulling his fingers out.

"Please!" You whined, gasping, looking down at see his handsome face. But he was holding his hand in your sight line, forming a victory sign with the fingers he just had inside of you. They were glistening.

"You see? I already have you dripping on my fingers." He said, putting them in his mouth, licking on your juice while looking back in your eyes

"Dear Goood!"

Your hips jerked up again and your tights started to shake so violatly that he had to hold them.

"I said no. You're gonna come on my cock, not on my fingers. I didn't even use my tongue yet."

You fisted the sheets, curving your toes in pain.

"Dean!" Your weak moan was so pleading that even if he would, Dean couldn't stop the pride and the joy you already made him feel. It was reflecting in his eyes.

"I'm here, Y/n. Just let me take care of you." He said and you heard the click sound his belt made when he threw it somewhere across the room.

 "Ahhhhh" Now you were unable to even form a comprehended word.  All you could think of was just him. Only him.

His hot mouth leaving marks on your neck, his strong arms locked around your waist, his bare chest against you breasts, his thick length sinking inside of you …

"Come!" He whispered the commend on your ear after biting on it. 

So you did! You always wondered how people could scream while having their climax? It never happened to you. Til that night … til you came like you had never did before. Your back arched and you felt how hard your throbbing walls were sucking on his length as he was speeding up the rhythm, working you through your orgasm.

"Son of a bitch! You're so damn hot." He said, sucking the air out of your lungs in another sensual kiss. His curious dominant tongue explored your mouth and made the loving torture get even worse. To the point as he withdrew and spreaded his come on your body, you were completely limp, unable to stop yourself from shaking in ecstasy.

"Y/n? … sweetheart? … are you ok?" He asked as soon as the peak of his climax passed, looking down at you a little worried.

"Not … done … please …"

"*please*? Oh, sweetheart … You said that 3 times, already …" He smirked, again with a pair of shiny eyes. Like he was the happiest human being on the earth. But when you whimpered, he had to stop looking down at you as like you were a galaxy or something! He whispered:

"I got it"

It was promising. Dean was always the man of his words. So he reached down again to massage your core, as his tongue was teasingly drawing circles around your nipple, his sticking up hairs brushing your skin, making your hormones shoot up again.

"I'm … so …"

You couldn't complete your warning, just as he bit on your nipple, you screamed again, this time so much louder that you were sure not just Sam but also every other living things within the two-mile radius of bunker could hear you. However you couldn't care less. Your hips jerked up while your vision was completely gone.

"Deeeaaaaannn"

That was intense and long. Longest pleasure that you've ever had during sex. And the most memorable one. Cause while you were almost out, he held you tight in his arms, whispering sweet words, kissing and worshiping you like … 

"You're my dream that's coming true!" He laughed at his own joke and you can hear the pure happiness in it.

"I love you." Although your low mindlessly confession faded in the night but Dean didn't miss it but you were already out before he could respond

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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Dean squeezed his eyes shut in horror, knowing what that meant. They couldn't save her. Cause he was still alive.

"Dean?" A much missed voice from the opposite side called.

"Open your eyes." She demanded.

"Y/n." He tried to say as soon as he saw her but it came out like a whine.

*Sorry, sweetheart.*

He wished he could say, looking up at her who seemed much more healthier. And even happy? With a new hair style? And … a flat belly?

As she was wearing a white crop top, it wasn't hard to recognise that flat belly but he couldn't stop his hand from reaching out and touching her soft skin on the back of his fingers.

"Don't worry. She's ok." Y/n smiled and it felt so genuine. So he could tell it was just a hallucination. She couldn't look like this if they could've saved her. He shut his eyes in understanding.

*I had let her down. Again.*

Just like that, everything came crashing down. And something was hurting in his chest.

"Mr Winchester!" The black med called. This time not in a calm tone. Not at all.

"Dean!" Now it was Sammy.

He wondered why everyone was trying to ruin his concentration when he was trying to deal with this sudden hyperventilation.

"Dean, calm down." But the damn dizziness wouldn't let Dean to find out where he was.

"It's ok. Just try to relax. We got you." He vaguely saw the black man again, trying to put an oxygen mask on his mouth. As he did, once again Dean drifted off.

"… who knows? He seemed totally alright before that." This time he woke up like a normal human being, because of an annoying voice which belonged to a definitely too-talkative person for him to handle.

"You're awake, son?" A new voice drew his attention and he opened his eyes.

At least his vision were perfectly fine. He noticed it as he took his surrounding.

He was still on a hospital bed, naked under an oversize gown with an oxygen mask on. While the black medic was still standing next to his bed, this time busy doing something with his IV.

And on the other side of his bed, an old white man with a goatee beard was standing. Judging by his white coat and that stethoscope hanging around his neck, Dean could tell he was a doctor.

*Yeah, there is a tag name too* He reminded himself, narrowing his eyes to read the small words.

"I'm doctor Jo Lister. And this is Chris Warren. Our intense care unit expert." The man introduced as soon as he noticed Dean's curios look.

"Hey, Sir. You better?" Chris asked, but his eyes were focused on the shot he was preparing to inject into his IV.

"I assume you can guess where you are now. Right?" The doctor asked.

*I wish I didn't*

But as he couldn't say anything with that sore and utterly dry throat, he just blinked "Yes".

"Good. Just to be clear it's a "down unit" right next to ICU. Meaning we got anything you need and we can help whenever you're in need. I don't want you to be worried about anything. Ok?"

*What about Y/n?* he sighed, once again nodding yes. Essentially there was nothing left for him to fight for but who cared?

"Ok, now. I'm gonna listen to your heart and lungs till Chris is done with some drug injection to your system. And then we'll see if you're ready or not?"

*Ready for what?* Again he would ask and again he could just nod. They stripped his upper body down which should be easy as he was in one piece single layer hospital gown but even that simple task had him breathless.

*What the fuck?*

"Ok, son. Now I need you to take some deep breaths. Don't rush it." Doc said as he started to listen to his heart, putting his stethoscope on his chest.

Feeling a little light headed, Dean kept breathing the way Dr. Lister demanded.

"Sounds good for now." Eventually the doc said, nodding in approvement. Then they exchanged a look with Chris that Dean couldn't get its meaning.

"Son ..." The old man took a deep breath as he hung his stethoscope around his neck again. " … even if I'm not sure you can handle this conversation now, but I have to insist. We don't need you to freak out. Last time when everything seemed back to normal, you almost got yourself killed by the way you panicked and you put your poor organs in agony when they'd just started to work perfectly … we don't need that to happen again. We don't need any other panic. Ok?"

*Why would I? Why should I even care?* Another understanding nod from him and another suspicious look was exchanged between them.

"Look. When they brought you here you had this serious injury in your chest and you'd already lost so much blood, developing a shock which finally caused a cardiac arrest. Luckily somehow we managed to get you back. But unfortunately we couldn't stop you from falling into a coma."

"WHAT?!!" This time Dean tried his best to utter that word but instead he started to cough as his air way was suddenly cut by the instant reaction.

"I told you not to panic!" The doctor said, putting his hand on Dean's mask, preventing him from tearing it away. "Hurry Chris, help him to sit up." He commended as the coughs got worse.

"Here man. Let me help." With Chris's support, he finally managed to sit up. Now taking deep breaths into the mask. Like he had run a marathon!

"You're good?" The black man asked, seconds after his breaths became normal. Dean nodded in a "yes". And before the med could withdraw, he took off the pen out of Chris's chest pocket.

"You need anything?" The doctor asked as Dean slowely wrote something in his palm.

*How could holding a pen be this exhausting?* He thought, raising his palm so they both could see the word.

"Water"

Doctor tilted his head, giving Chris (who was staring at him in question) a reassuring nod: "Of course."

Dean coughed one more time, writing down another thing as Chris went to bring some water.

"What else?" The old man asked, curious about his patient's needs when it took him a little more to write. When Dean was done, it was supposed to be "How long I was in coma?" But it looked more like he'd scrawled some meaningless lines in his palm.

Doctor sighed, running a hand down his beard. Already guessing Dean's questions: "You've been in coma for nearly five months. It's normal that your motor skills won't work the way they used to be. You also may experience some memory loss or confusion or even hallucinations. But as much as I can tell by your MRI results, none of them is permanent. Hopefully you just have to let your brain and muscles get used to normal life again."

*5 months?* The words kept repeating in his mind, like a bad scene of a bad movie.

*I was out for 5 months and now I can't even walk? Or write? Or even talk? Where is Sam by the way? What about Cas? What the fuck they've done to bring me back?*

He had at least one hundred questions while a million thoughts were running crazy in his head.

Two days passed. And Dr. Lister was finally convinced that Dean could manage without having to take heavy medicine under intense medical care. Dean was feeling much better too. However it was only physically. Even if he still had to drink water with a stupid straw (because of having a sore throat as an after effect of using NG tube during his coma) now at least he could talk. Plus he had heard from Chris that Sam and Cas were constantly trying to meet him but Lister had told them to be patient till they transfer him to the general ward. So Dean knew they were fine and that made him feel a bit less guiltier. However it couldn't change the fact that Y/n was gone and he had lost his whole new family , including his kids.

"Is it ok now?"

Looking up at Chris's bright smile, who already had a wheelchair ready for him, Dean curled his lips in a fake smile. What could he say? That he hated that wheelchair and this room and everything about this hospital and his life in general?

*Nope* He knew he couldn't so at least he thanked Chris for not making him use a stretcher as they were transferring him to the general ward.

"You're welcome. Let's take you to your family. They're super excited."

Well, they were. Sam, Cas, Jodie and Clair. Apparently there were some more people who wanted to be there too but because of hospital rules he couldn't have more visitors. But it didn't seem like he cared. He was already heartbroken. Cause except what his rational self was insisting, he still got this little hope in his heart about her … about that memory of Y/n standing right next to his bed, in a crop top and a new hair style. But now he was sure this image couldn't be anything more than a hallucination. Specially after Sam and Cas never mentioned her in front of him. Probably to avoid any harm to his feelings.

"Next time, don't finish your meal and watch how I kick your ass!" Jodie challenged him, holding the full spoon in the air in front of his lips.

Dean gave her a smile. Well, at least something like that.

"You heard me, Dean Winchester?"

"I can … eat my food … by myself." He replied, with his still hoarse voice.

Jodie rolled her eyes at him:

"I know. But for now you're slow. So it takes longer for you to finish it, causing the food to get cold and you to drop it."

"Sorry." Another fake smile and her heart cracked in her chest. Dean looked miserable with that untrimmed beard and his wild long hair. (Cause what kind of ICU would offer hair dressing to its patients?) He also had lost so much weight. Dull eyes looked a bit larger in his lean face while his lips were faded against his extra pale skin. Jodie had never seen him like that.

"Don't forget to drink your water." She warned in a serious tone, and then ran away from that heart breaking sight. Dean didn't need to see her tears.

"Jodie?" Sam called her from behind, right as she managed to wipe her tears in the corridor before anyone could notice.

"Yes, Sam?" She turned around to greet him with a fake smile. Apparently Dean's mood was contagious.

"Jodie, I need your help." With that obvious frown on his face, Sam seemed nervous. So she couldn't help her question:

"With what?"

"Look." Sam put his phone in her hands, with a text under a photo on the screen.

"No." She shook her head in disagreement. "No, Sam. This is not a good idea. I don't think he can handle that right now."

"I know." His sad look stared down at the phone. "I know Jodie. I told that to Charlie too but she said she can't do anything about it. As you see she's already on her plan. If I believed this works with Dean, I would help them but you have seen him. He's totally off. And already lost. Plus Lister told me we shouldn't rush or push anything. He needs time to catch a grip and … honestly Jodie, I can't risk anything about him anymore. We just got him back."

Sam could be the second most badass professional hunter on the planet, but sometimes he turned to a giant teddy bear with a pair of puppy eyes too.

Jodie sighed, wondering if Winchesters ever got to live a normal life? At least for a few days? To her it seemed impossible.

"I understand. Don't worry. I'll deal with this. You just go and take care of your brother. Okay?"

Sam tried a smile: "Thanks Jodie." There was a hint of Dean in that sad look.

"No problem." She said, patting him on the face, making him feel the motherly love she always carried for them in her heart. In return, Sam wrapped his long arms around her in a needed hug.

When Chris entered the room, Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, long legs impatiently dangling in the air while he had his own regular clothes back on. Which now looked much more loosened on his skinny figure.

Chris pushed the wheelchair (that he was carrying) forward, as he noticed Cas was standing motionless in a corner of the room and then saw Sam, squatting down in front of Dean, busy with his brother's boots.

"So everyone is ready to leave?" He asked, getting everyone's attention.

"What's that for?" Dean groaned, staring down at the wheelchair.

"Hospital protocols." Chris briefly replied, a smile on his lips. "Or in your language: house rules." Cas smirked, exchanging a look with Chris. That's when Dean noticed that shinning blue light in Chris's orbs.

"He's an angel?!" He asked Cas, looking totally annoyed.

His angel shrugged: "Of course he is."

"What? …"

"You didn't really expect us to leave your ass alone where any supernatural being could get in and finish your life in a heartbeat , Did you?" Sam cut him, looking up with his raised brows.

Dean blew his exhale to calm his nerves, shaking his head like he knew better.

"So what did you gave up to heaven to bring me back?"

"Nothing." Cas stated with such an incisive tone. "My brother here accepted to do that because he wanted to help us …"

"Yes, I did it to make up the wrong things I had done in the past. I realized Castiel was always right about heaven and God." Chris finished Cas's sentence. And Cas gave him a pat on his shoulder.

Dean narrowed his eyes at them.

"You really think that I'm gonna believe that?"

"Why not? Dean, you told us not to do anything stupid to bring you back. So we didn't. Now are you gonna be pissed just because we did as your wish?"

*No, I'm bothered by the things that you didn't do. Like saving Y/n!* he would say but he fell silent. It was useless. Nothing could bring her back anymore. She was gone.

As he was lost in his thoughts, Sam helped him to put his boots on.

"I can get him a pair of sleepers too if you need. I think they can be more comfy." Chris suggested as Dean seemed upset by Sam helping him to put his boots on, but Dean gave him a hard glare.

"It's ok. We're already done." Sam said, standing up. He squeezed Dean's knee before Chris could take his place.

"Ok sir. Now as our hospital's discharge process I want to talk about your next treatment step which includes some medicine, a constant physical therapy and …"

As Chris was talking, Cas whispered to Sam . "You know? I could teleport him home. It could be much less complicated."

"I know, Cas. But I thought I take him for a ride with Baby. Maybe that can bust his mood."

"It's a good idea, Sam. I hope it works."

But it didn't. At least not as much as Sam or Cas hoped.

When they arrived home, Dean seemed tired even if Sam cut the ride short and didn't force him to listen to his used-to-be favorite music against his desire. It was like he had no interest in anything that he used to love.

"Here we are. Welcome home, Jerk." Sam said playfully as he stopped the car in front of their beloved bunker.

Dean curved his lips in a so-called smile.

"Thank you." And he slightly turned in his seat to give Cas (Who was on the back seat) "Thank both of you … for everything."

In return, Cas gave him a genuine warm smile.

"Dean, there's no need for that. We are happy that you're back." But Sam couldn't even fake one. Cause Dean's reaction was actually freaking him out. If Dean was the normal Dean, he would say something like: "I know, bitch!" But now it seemed like a dream.

As Sam was occupied in his head, Cas decided to help Dean downstairs. After all a short teleport like this couldn't hurt anyone.

But as soon as they appeared in Dean's room, he clutched at his trench coat.

"Cass…" He groaned, feeling like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. She was there again. In front of his eyes. So vivid and so alive that if he wanted to ignore her, he knew he'll fail.

Still he tried, blinking several times, rubbing his eyes … but nothing could stop the nullification.

Y/n was there. Standing in front of his desk with that exact new hairstyle and in a totally unfamiliar clothes: A pretty middle-thigh sun dress and a pair of white sneakers. The worse part was her eyes, already wet like she was waiting to meet him again for days!

*God damn hell! Why did I survive* He angrily thought to himself but Just as he opened his mouth to tell Cas that he was hallucinating, both of them spoke:

"Hello Y/n."

"Dee?!"

She took a step toward him but Cas shook his head in a "No."

*What the hell? Could he also see her?*

"You see her?" He couldn't help his question. Cas looked at him like he was considering if Dean had lost his mind or not. But when he came to a conclusion, he decided to reply: "Of course, Dean. Why wouldn't I?"

"I mean … she's really here? I'm not hallucinating?" He finally managed to ask, gulping in excitement.

*WHAT KIND OF QUESTION WAS THAT?*

"Yes, she is. And no, you're not."

"Holy shit!" As the room started spinning, he had to clutch at Cas's free arm, to prevent himself from falling.

"Dean!" She almost screamed but the vertigo was too bad that he couldn't concentrate on anything else but keeping his own balance.

"It's ok. The bed is right here. Let me help you sit." Cas reassured him.

"I'm bringing some water." Y/n's voice rang in his ears.

*No, stay!*

He would beg but nothing came out of his chest but a deep groan.

"It's ok, Dean. I got you." Cas rubbed softly on the root of his neck. And he had to take some deep breath to manage the hyperventilation and his excitement. He had so much to talk about with her. He had a million questions too.

*Where were You, Y/n? Why you didn't come to see me by now? Why it took you so long to show up? Why they didn't tell me about you? Was it your plan to surprise me? What have I missed all these days? What happened to our baby? Are you ok, sweetheart? Did someone hurt you when I was out?*

"Here, Dean. Let me help you." Her soft voice made him feel comfortable again. Like he was really home now. So when she put one of her hands on the back of his head to bring the waterglass against his lips, he just quit fighting and closed his eyes. To let the cool water pour in his throat and wash over all his distress for their seperation. Cause he didn't need or want anyone's care but her.

"Keep going, babe. Finish the whole glass." Y/n encouraged softly, watching her lover's eager and thirsty lips fighting to get more liquid in his system as she sat next to him.

"Oh, God." She moaned when he was done, hiding her head in the crook of his neck. And that was the moment a clinking sound drew his attention as he opened his eyes.

She was wearing a wedding ring!

Dean almost chocked on his own tongue.

*So that's the reason? That's why she never tried to come and see me in the hospital? Cause she's married?*

"You have no idea how much I missed you." She confessed, nuzzling her nose on his skin.

*Who could it be? That bartender freak? What was his name? Gordon? Gabe? Gil? ...*

"I almost believed that I can't see you again." She whimpered and put the empty glass aside, making that damn clinking sound again.

*And that's the reason, sweetheart? That's why you decided to forget about me? Because you got married? Do you have a happy life now? A life that you always wanted and I never could provide for you?*

She was happy. She should be. Why not? Dean had never seen her with a smile as big as that before or in such a girlish style, the way most of the girls like: soft, sunny and happy. She never looked like that around him. Did she?

"I love you, Dee."

*But you used to be all happy and smiley around him? Right?*

It was such an honest confession that it nearly broke his heart. Nearly … because he had no heart anymore. That beautiful living gift full of desire and motivation was dead for him. Now there was nothing left in his chest but a stupid pumping machine.

He shut his eyes when her lips found his jaw to kiss, one hand tangled in his long hair, the other was on his chest but all he could feel was the coldness of the metal ring against his heart, even beneath all those layers. Cause she was not his. Not anymore. Now she belonged to …

*Gary. That's his name. Right?*

Dean didn't move. He was torn between the need to push her away and the desire to pull her even closer. But the fight between what his mind was saying and what the heart wanted , left his body motionless and stiff, in alert.

"Dean?" Finally the woman sensed it. He not only didn't look the same, but also his behaviour was different too. It seemed like he was afraid of her!

"Dean, what's wrong?" She asked. Her head snapped up to look at his eyes but … he stole his look.

"Look at me, baby. What happened?" She tried, holding his neck with her both hands, brushing his beardy cheeks on her thumbs.

Dean gulped, trembling with his silent war against that huge rush of emotions.

"Dean, it's me! Look at me, baby. Please." But even the vibration in her voice couldn't fight the reality.

*I can't sweetheart. I do no good to you. Never did. Never can. Let alone when you're married.*

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" Sam appeared from no where, eyes wide by surprise.

"Sam …" She turned around to look at him, tears already casting down on her face like a river.

"I've told you, Y/n. I've told you to not do this. Right?" Sam shook his head like he was sorry and sad, just as much as her.

"Sam …" As soon as Cas (Who was waiting all this time in a corner to give them some private space) opened his mouth to say anything, in a sudden reaction Y/n stormed out of the room. Her sobbing voice resonated in the cold bunker.

Sam exhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes. Then he tilted his head to Cas so he could be alone with his brother.

"Dean …" As soon as he started to say, Dean shook his head violently.

"I had enough, Sammy. I don't wanna talk about it."

Sam bit on his lower lip, nodding in understanding as Dean turned around to hide his wet eyes from him.

Y/n was sitting on a bench in a middle of a park when Cas found her. She was all alone while she was staring at some kids play ground that were all empty and quit in that hour of the day.

Cas silently sat beside her, looking at her hands on her lap. She was nervously playing with her ring.

"Why are you here, Y/n? Everyone is looking for you." Cas asked in his soft calm voice.

She shook her head, fighting a good fight with her burning tears. Cas gave her a while to get herself together but as time passed, she was getting red on the tip of her ears and also her nose.

Cas took her delicate fingers in his hand, making her eventually look at him.

"I just don't know where should I go. Dean used to be my home. But now … I feel homeless." Her voice broke in her last words and the tears wet her cheeks.

Cas squeezed her fingers

sympathetically.

"You should believe that he's still the same."

"How?" She almost cry in reply. "You were there, Cas. He got afraid of me, looking at me like I'm no one but just a random stranger. Like he never had seen me in his whole life. You were there, right? You saw him with your eyes … he really doesn't remember me." This time she broke in sobs and Cas had to hug her to comfort.

"Yes, maybe for now he can't remember you. But that doesn't mean he'll never do that in the future either." Cas was always honest. Even when things were too hurtful to take, he would never sugarcoat them. Y/n had figured it out a long time ago. It was like it was in his nature. So when he said that, it somehow made her feel a little better. However there is still a possibility of his opinion being totally wrong.

"But you can't tell that for sure. What if it's permanent? What if he'll never remember me?" She questioned, clutching at the angel's shoulder to slightly back off and see his face in wonder and concern.

"Well, you heard Sam. His doctor doesn't think the same." His sincere and hopeful smile, did even a better job. She sighed and hugged him back.

"I just feel so lost without him." She confessed, not knowing why she suddenly felt like she would share her emotions. Maybe she couldn't handle this weight in her heart all alone.

"I know. That's why you shouldn't give up, Y/n."

She tried to smile, wiping her tears.

"Now can we go to Jodie's? She and Charlie, Alex and Claire … and Sam. Everyone is so worried about You.

She nodded again, this time looking a little sadder.

"I don't even know how I came here. I was so devastated. I even forgot to feed Sandra."

"Y/n …"

"I just want to come back home." Cas tightened his arms around her, wishing he could tell her that she will be back soon but as Y/n silently was crying in his embrace, he thought about the fact that no one knew when Dean could remember everything.

Two weeks later:

Sam dried his sweaty neck his towel , getting into the kitchen in his sport tank top and shorts. Catching a look of his brother who was sitting at table only in his dead guy robe and his hotdog pants. It made Sam smile. It was nice to see his brother alive and comfortable and also back with his classic short hair style and clean shaved face.

"Good morning." He said, an obvious alacrity in his voice.

"Good morning." Dean replied in a low voice, eyes staring down at his coffee mug. He looked ... off.

Sam sighed, opening the fridge door to grab the orange juice jar.

"You want some?" He asked, having an eye on his brother.

"No, thank you."

"What about this?" Sam asked playfully, putting a big portion of cherry pie on the table, in front of his brother.

"You're welcome and I agree with you. That's truly awesome. You should give it a try." Sam tried to move on. Dean already had enough issues to handle. It wasn't right to push further on him.

Dean's gaze caught the sight of the desert. "That's so cool, man. Thanks." He cracked a smile but when he looked up, Sam knew it was just a cover to hide his reluctance. Dean must had lost his appetite somewhere during his coma.

"So what's your plan for today?" Asking That, Sam poured a glass of orange juice for himself.

"I don't know. Resting in bed, watching crappy day time TV, going to hospital for physical therapy. Same old shit as the last two weeks."

Well, at least his grumpy face was the same. However this time Sam didn't protest. He already knew it had no effect on his brother's opinion so he decided to keep his mouth shut, maybe Dean would eat more before he fell into another Coma!

But somehow late in the afternoon he did! They were just back from the physical therapy at the hospital which unlike the previous days Dean didn't complain about. He was somehow quiet the whole day and that was freaking Sam out. But he managed to put his concern under control till a couple of minutes after, when he was done with helping out Dean with showering. Then he went to make some coffee in the kitchen but when he came back, he found Dean on the floor, near his bed.

"Dean!" He shouted, raising his brother in his arms. Unlike what he expected Dean was not completely out. Actually he was mumbling unclear words, burning in fever.

"How is he doing? What's wrong?"

27 minutes later, in Dean's room, Sam lost his patience. Locking his arms on his chest, his look shifted between Dr. Lister and Cas. One all busy with examining Dean, the other standing patiently in the end of Dean's bed.

"Sam, calm down. Let him do his job." Cas suggested, his hands buried in his trench coat pockets.

Sam took a deep breath, deciding to watch his brother while the doctor was doing his thing.

Dean looked exhausted. He was laid in the bed in just his boxer as Lister said they needed to take his fever under control which seemed too high. So they put a wet washcloth against his forehead. However his cheeks were still flashed, his hair still damp from his recent shower while his eyes were half open. But it sounded like he wasn't aware of his surroundings.

"Daaad." He whined for the severalth times in his fever dream, making Sam feel nervous by whatever the nightmare he was stuck in.

"It's ok, son. I'll be done in a minute." Lister tried to calm him, then he slightly raised Dean's arm off the bed, trying to take his wriste pulse, while he put the stethoscope on his chest with the other one, listening carefully to his heart with a frown on his face.

Dean shivered, groaning.

"I'm … sssorry."

"Sam" Cas said as he saw him run down a hand on his face. But before he could continue, Lister took off his steth and stood up.

Someone took a shaky breath and Cas found out that was Sam couldn't stand watching his brother like this. For him It was already traumatizing to know that John was back in Dean's dreams to put his only brother through more pain.

"I see nothing is wrong with his organs' health. Everything seems normal."

"What?" Sam's knitted his brows. "You call this normal?" He retorted in frustration, pointing at his brother. "Can't you see him? It's so obvious that something is wrong with him."

Seeing Sam's anger, Cas decided to stand closer to him even if it didn't look like Lister was impressed. He looked actually calm.

"I wish you paid more attention to what I said. I didn't say nothing is wrong with him. I said as much as I see, nothing is wrong with his health, physically." When doctor emphasized on his last word, Sam exchanged a puzzled look with Cas.

"And what does that mean?" Cas asked instead of Sam, wondering where this conversation was going.

"I mean … was he suffering from an emotional event? Did you ever notice he doesn't show any interests in things he used to like before? Did you ever catch him staring at walls for no reason? Or did you ever feel like he doesn't eat enough food?"

For a few seconds a silence fell on them when realization hit both of the men.

"What if the answers to all of those questions is yes?" Sam asked, biting on his lip.

"That means as what I expected, he's having a psychogenic fever. Which also is a good sign of a mental issue like chronic stress or depression."

In a synced reaction Sam and Cas looked at each other.

"And how exactly can we help him?"

"I'm not a psychotherapist, son. I think it would be better for him if you ask for one's help. But it's not a surprise for a patient who survived from a long time coma to face with such a complication. Most of the times it's so difficult for a patient to deal with the consequences of that incident. Some of them lose their jobs, some of them lose their memories or even their loved ones. The only thing that I can recommend … I mean beside a professional help, is to make him feel the joy of life."

The joy of life … It was such a simple phrase but a really hard one to have. What was the joy of Dean's life?

Sam thought about it even when Lister talked about how they didn't need any prescription to reduce his fever. He predicted hopefully Dean's fever would be gone till the morning on it's own. And what he needed most is to have a healthy diet and solve his mental issues.

So as soon as the doctor left, he grabbed his phone, dialing Y/n, eyes still on his brother's vulnerable figure.

"Sam?!" She picked up sooner than what he expected.

"Y/n, I think it's time. We should give it a shot."

He was not that young anymore but still he was in a rush, on the same staircase, running through the fire, hearing Mom's screams over the crackle of wild flames.

"Moooom!" He shouted, coughing when the smoke filled his lungs.

"Dean! Take your daughter outside as fast as you can. And don't look back!" John yelped, however Dean couldn't see him. He couldn't even find the way out. Everything was burning.

"What daughter?!" He shouted back, searching everywhere with his alarmed eyes to find where he should search for the kid in need. Except no one was there.

"Daaaad!" He tried in fear, feeling like he was again a four years old boy who had no idea how he should save his loved ones.

"Dad, please!"

"You have failed me, Dean. You've failed us all." John said and as soon as Dean looked up, the burning roof crashed on him. And he felt a hit, in his chest …

"Dad?" Even before he could open his eyes, he heard the pounding sound of his own heart. His mouth was dry and even when he darted his tongue out, it couldn't wet his chapped lips the way he hoped to.

*So that was a nightmare?* He took a deep breath to calm himself, wishing that his guess would be right. And right on that moment, something hit his chest again but much weaker than before. He opened his eyes.

At first it was pitch black and his eyes weren't adapted yet. But then he saw it. Just like a dream.

There was a baby in the bed!, right next to his pillow and then … he saw a woman next to them: laying on her side, face to face with him and asleep.

"Y/n?" He murmured in disbelief, rubbing on his eyes. Was it possible to fell in a dream after a horrible nightmare?

The baby voices drew his attention and he looked down in surprise. The baby was awake, in a pink onesie and a pair of strawberry socks. Moving her baby legs and hands in the air, she was staring up at him with wide open and also green eyes. Like … his?

Dean's breath hitched in his throat, watching the baby in awe. She even had some light freckles across her face and her ears … they just looked like Y/n's!

He couldn't help himself from stroking her soft cheeks carefully. To his surprise she reacted with a smile, showing her little pinky gums to him while little dimples appeared on her cheeks. There was a purity to that gaze, love and maybe even something more. He just knew it with the heart that he loved this baby in a whole different way ... and it felt natural. He was just sure if a person dared to harm her, he would defend her with his own life if need be. And that was his truth, right there, in that baby's smile.

"You're mine. Aren't you?" He asked in his deepest voice, with his softest tone.

"Goo-goo!" She coeed like a kitty, and now that his eyes were adjusted to the darkness, he could read the printed letters on her onsie: Of course I'm cute, look at my daddy

He laughed, louder than what he intended. And the ramble of it, woke Y/n up.

"Dean?!" She instantly sat on the bed, looking at him like he was just back from death!

"Are you ok?" Without any hesitation, she climbed on the bed, moving on her knees to reach out to him.

"Dean, are you ok?" She repeated, putting the back of her fingers first on his forehead and then on his cheek.

"Oh, God." When she found out that his temperature was finally back to normal, she took a breath in relief.

"Dee, you scared the hell out of me." She said before claiming his lips, in such a needy and emotional kiss that it broke his heart. This time he didn't pull himself back. Cause even if this was a dream or a hallucination or even a cheating, he needed it. He needed to feel loved.

When they finally broke the kiss, Y/n grabbed him by his bare shoulders, staring at his eyes like she wanted to talk through her owns.

"Is this … real?" Dean dared to ask, bitting on his lip to stop himself from giving it all up to the new rush of emotions.

"Tell me, Y/n." He gulped, voice trembling, tears threatening to fall. "She's my kid. Isn't she?"

He expected a yes or even a no but her reaction was strangely different: "What did you say?"

"What?" He got confused.

"What did you call me?" She looked like she could have a stroke.

"By your name? Y/n?" He asked, wondering what could be wrong with that.

"So you remember me?" She questioned with such a hope and fear that he couldn't ignore it.

"Of course I do. When have I ever forgot about you?" He was even more confused now.

"What?" She frowned in confusion too. "If not … why the last time we met, you acted like that? … Like you've never seen me in your life before?" She questioned, taking her hands back to herself.

Dean blinked, lips parted in surprise. His gaze moved down to catch a glimpse of the wedding ring that she was still wearing.

"Who knows?" He chuckled bitterly. The obvious heartache written all over his face.

"Because of this?" Y/n raised her hand in the air, putting the ring in his eyes level like he would look at that more!!

"Dean …" She called as a tear won over his will and dropped on his cheek. He turned his head to steal his gaze but Y/n grabbed his head between her hands to force his sad eyes to meet hers again.

"Dean this is the ring you ordered for me. Don't you remember?"

"What?" He whispered, blinking in disbelief.

Y/n laughed and put a hand on her mouth while a tear streamed down on her face.

"Let me …" She said before she getting off the bed and turning on the lights. Then she went and grabbed her phone, fingers busy to bring something on the screen that he probably needed to see.

"Look." She said, putting her phone in his hands. It was a photo of that ring in a small fancy box, beside a note. In his hand writing.

*Sweetheart, I don't know if I can ever make it to the day when I can be sure that I deserve to be your man. But if that day comes, I want you to know I bought this ring on our first hunt together, after you commented about that cop lady's ring being both cute and fancy and I figured out I can't lose that chance to buy you the wedding ring you liked and always deserved to wear. I don't know if I can ever propose but when I do, please say yes?*

It took just a second for him to recall that memory: Y/n in a FBI suit, looking like the alpha woman who she always was, her giggle when a cop commented about how Sammy needed a haircut, her longing gaze on the women's hand, her vivid curious whisper on his own ear: *How can a ring be fancy and cute at the same time?*

"I found it accidentally when I was cleaning your room and I thought it's a good idea to wear it as Gary wouldn't stop asking me to take me out for a date. But if you regret it, I can …"

She couldn't finish her sentence as Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to his lap, catching her lips in an even more passionate kiss.

"Too late to take back your *yes*, sweetheart." He said as they parted to look at each other.

"Bad for you, Winchester cause that's never gonna happen." She said, snaking her arms around his neck. Letting his warmth and love melt down her trembling body while she was silently crying in the crook of his neck.

He leaned to take a breath in her hair, letting her scent to fill in his lungs. "Y/n … maybe this is not the right time to ask it but I can't help myself with this question … why you never came to to see me in the hospital?"

"Well …" She smiled between her tears. "… it's on your little monster here. She decided it was the right time to be born just as they told us you're awake and will be in the general ward soon."

"You're kidding!" Dean was astonished.

"Obviously not." Y/n shook her head, pulling herself back to look at their baby who was still beside Dean's pillow, making some happy baby noises.

"Is that right, princess?" Dean stretched out to pull her toward himself, lifting her with just one hand as Y/n was still sitting on his lap.

"You wanted to see daddy too?" Dean cooed, nuzzling his nose against the baby's soft skin on her temple and ear, making her smile again like a piece of pie. Y/n couldn't recall any moment her baby was ever this much amazed and excited. It was like she truly could feel her dad's presence.

"What?" Dean questioned when he noticed her longing look.

She smiled: "It really becomes you … being a dad. It's like you're born to be one."

His heartwarming laugh filled her heart with joy and hope.

"Well I did. Because you didn't even ask about us when you woke up. Were you trying to run away from your new responsibilities, daddy?" Y/n said, a hint of resentment in her voice.

"I bet mommy was waiting too long to call me that. Don't you agree, princess?" He gave his baby a bop on her little nose with his own.

"Never." Dean reassured her, turning his head to stare into her eyes directly. He was all serious now. "I just thought I've lost our only chance to save you. Hell, I still don't know how you survived without that spell. I'm …"

Y/n put her fingers on his lips, just as she felt like he was getting nervous again, probably thinking someone did something stupid to get them back.

"I was not there when they did this but I know everything about it. They collected some blood when you had a cardiac arrest at the hospital. So the spell worked." Her sad smile affected him too, knowing what exactly she was thinking of.

"But as you see, I'm perfectly fine, Y/n."

"Yeah, but what if you couldn't survive? Not to mention even now it will take you months to fully recover." She looked kind of concerned and angry now, tears back in her eyes.

"Well, I survived. And ... admit it, Y/n. It was worth it. I mean … look at us. We have a kid now. Through all the ups and downs, we finally made it to build our family. Don't you feel happy too, sweetheart?"

"I do. Always and just with you." She replied and wiped her tears, tilting her head so he could settle his mouth upon hers. She was drugged by his caress and his words, both equally intoxicating. This kiss was different from all that they had shared before: fluent, more powerful and reassuring. Like a promise or a vow. Like a sign under a marriage certificate. Cause that kind of love never dies.

14 months later:

"No Dean … Gosh. Not there!"

Trying her best to keep the cry low, Y/n hissed on the bed. After days and months of them being apart, vulnerable and busy, now she didn't want to waste any other chance. She was desperate for making love to her man.

"Why not?"

She looked down to catch a glimpse of Dean who lifted his head between her legs, giving her a proud cheeky smile. "I know you like it, Y/n." His warm breath fanned through the words over her bare skin. Still wet by his saliva.

"Can't ... so … close!" She whimpered, clutching at the sheets. Bothered and at same time blessed by the heat that he caused. Just as how the summer sunshine feels, to a sunbather on a beach.

"Don't fight it, sweetheart. I'm taking care of you." His deep voice rambled in the room, through the night; making her weaker, and crazier. Only for him.

"Come for me, Y/n. Let me feel you." He encouraged, nuzzling his nose between her folds, sniffing her scent like a lost pet who just had found his home!

Then he put his eager lips there to suck a kiss out of her clit, squeezing her thighs with his large rough hands.

"Oh, fu‌ … ah, Dean!" His name fell from her lips like a prayer. So he couldn't help his little smile when she had to close her eyes to keep herself in control.

"I know." He murmured, taking a moment to watch her melt down in the dim light.

His eyes tracked down her bare skin that was glistening with sweat on her neck, arms, breasts, belly and her tights while longs beautiful hair locks had covered her pillow. Her lips were still rosy by his kisses and also parted to help her rapid breaths. And if he paid enough attention, he could notice the obvious pulse on her neck while her chest and even her belly were rising and falling in hyperventilation. She was just …

"Gorgeous. You are gorgeous, Y/n." He admitted in a low voice, lifting himself fully on his arms to move on her body, slowly, with confident. Like a predator on his prey!

"But you are wrong if you think I would touch you anywhere else. Unless you come. Right now!" He smirked when she eventually opened her eyes. She was extremely helpless. Already surrendered.

"Dee … please!"

"Please what?" This time he laughed, little did he know the ramble of his laughter was sending another wave of pleasant electric shocks through her body. So she reached out and grabbed him through his boxer, making him laugh again.

"Not yet, Y/n. I need to watch you come without any touch. Just by thinking about me." He grabbed her wrist and pushed it out.

"Sel.fish!" She moaned in her fever, once again clutching at the sheets.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart. But if you want me, you have to do as what I said." He whispered on her ear, perfectly keeping his body away to prevent any accidental touch, caging her between his big limbs.

"It can't be that hard, Y/n. Just don't fight it. Don't fight me in your head. Let him have you. Remember me inside of you. I want to kiss your neck and bite on these nipples. Come. So I can rock your whole world."

"God … oh, God!" Her eyes flattered close again. Now she could feel his words hitting her emotions and sex, rising goosebumps everywhere on her skin.

"Look at you, baby. Your legs are already shaking. Your body is burning like hell. I think if you let go, you can make everything wet on this bed. If only you knew how I've missed to taste it …"

Nope, it was too much.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck!" Her back arched uncontrollably and she almost screamed. Her toes curved and fireworks want off in her existence. Then she fell back on the bed, out of her mind, high on orgasm, shaking in ecstasy.

"That's my girl." Dean said proudly, watching her almost pouring on the bed. Feeling the never ending need to make love to her again; he found out he wants to watch this beautiful scene longer. He wanted her to enjoy more and he wanted to join her too. So he pushed himself in her and she welcomed him by squeezing her walls.

"Geez, Y/n! You're killing me." He leaned to pecked on her lips again, then kissed her nipple through another suck, vibrating her clit between his right thumb and index. Then his hips started a new pace to thrust, with her favorite rhythm.

"Dee" she weakly murmured, eyes still shut, lashes resting against her flashed skin.

"What's it, sweetheart?" He looked down to watch her slightly bigger mama breasts, bouncing softly with his thrusts. Darting his tongue out, he wet his thirsty lips.

"I love you." She breathed out, once again melting in the possession of her hero. And Dean couldn't even find the proper words to make it even. "Love" just wasn't enough. For him she was much more than that. She was his destiny and his home. The only shelter he had. The warmth in his veins. The dear light in his dark life.

"Tell me you'll always be mine." Dean demanded, grabbing one of her breasts, squeezing it between his thick fingers, riding her harder.

"Yours … always!" Y/n managed to say between the strong thrusts and Dean found her mouth again.

"Uh …" she moaned on his tongue, pounding between his thighs.

"It's ok. I got you." As he reassured, Y/n opened her legs even more, completely given up herself to her man. And Dean couldn't imagine anything hotter than this or anyone hotter than her.

"You're so damn sexy." He admitted, riding her even more, breathing in her neck, feeling her fast pulse on his lips and her seductive perfume in his nose.

"Fuck … Fuck. Fuck!" He almost crushed her body under his own when he couldn't hold his weight, releasing all his love and passion inside of her.

And just like that time and place, even the world faded away in his mind. Everything and everyone but … Her.

And she came again to welcome him.

"God damn, woman. How it can possible for you to love me this much?" He lifted his head to watch her half opened eyes.

"I love you with my everything." She made sure to stare right into his eyes, giving him the most sweet smile in the whole world.

Dean was out of any ability to say anything that could express all his endless and countless feelings for her. So he kept his mouth shut and instead he kissed her again. Still thirsty! As passionate as before.

She sighed on his lips softly. After spending a long day doing her routine mom business, and spending a night with some wild sex, it was not surprising that she needed to take some rest.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Go to sleep. I'll be here with you." He murmured, peppering kisses everywhere on her face and body. Till she fell asleep, safe and sound.

*The end*

Thanks for reading.

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

"No, please!" She sobbed and begged even though she was sure it couldn't change anything but the monster had already his claws around her neck, infixing his nails in her flesh. Then she felt his poisonous slimy monster limbs everywhere, on her body. Despite all her efforts, one of his many monstrous limbs snaked between her legs, the other went into her mouth. Then the suction cups were stuck to her inner walls, her throat and her vagina, to suck the blood out of her inner organs while the other limbs entangled around her body, to keep her steady so she couldn't do anything to defy … just waiting there, listening to the monstrous limbs thrusting and pounding in her with such a disgusting sloppy wet sounds. While she was struggling to breath, gagging on her own blood.

"Y/n … here, Y/n. I got you."

With that soft trusting voice, suddenly everything changed around her. Now everything was warm and bright. Maybe even too bright, for her shocked brain.

"Ugh …" She gagged as she opened her eyes, jolting forward in her body's automatic reaction.

"It's ok, sweetheart. I'm with you."

She took a few moments to catch on breath, strangely staring down at the steel bowl on her lap.

"What … happened? … where am I?" She asked, blinking several times in confusion.

"We're in a hospital. Cause … you were bleeding." The calming voice replied. And if Y/n was any better she could notice a hint of sadness in his voice. But …

"Dean?!" She whimpered, as soon as her confused look finally landed on him. He had his arms around her.

"Dean. Oh, Dean." Knowing her hero by heart, in an instant move she hugged him back tightly, clutching on his shirt in panic.

"He's back … wants to kill me." She sobbed, trembling. Once again making him to feel her distress with his whole existence. Just like that monster hunting night that was playing all over again in front of his eyes.

"Sweetheart …" Dean had to smile, to suppress the lump in his throat. Over time she had turned in such a strong woman that he had almost forgotten when they first found her, she was the most agonised human being on the earth.

"... you're safe. I killed him, remember? You just had a nightmare."He reassured softely, rubbing her back in a soothing way.

"Oh God." She put her head against his firm chest. And let his warmth wrap around her, just like a protective halo. Then her tears streamed down to wash the panic away.

"Shush ... it's ok. I got you." Dean whispered, running his fingers through her sweaty hair when she closed her eyes. They remained like that for a while. Til Dean was convinced that it made her feel better.

"You better, sweetheart?" He asked and kissed her temple.

"Right now? Yes." She inhaled in his neck. Smiling when she noticed the sound of his strong and steady heartbeats in his chest.

"Why are we here?" She purred, like she was asking that to just hear his voice. But Dean knew the answer could tear down her fragile comfort.

"Dean?" She called when he hesitated, struggling to find the proper words.

"Go ahead. Tell her what you caused." Another voice interrupted, making their head to snap in his direction: Gary Smith, tall and determined, was standing in the door frame while he had this stuffed rabbit doll under one of his arms. And the other …

"Gary? What happened to your shoulder?"

The guy chuckled, giving Dean a deadly look as Y/n stared at his left shoulder and arm, which was secured in a cast.

"Don't worry. It's just a scratch!" He brushed it off, entering the room without asking for any permission. Dean's eyes were following him in every step.

"How are you, actually? I was worried about you." He asked when he got close enough to the bed, making Y/n to blush with his penetrating look that seemed definitely not happy with the way she was still in Dean's embrace.

"I'm good. I think." She mumbled, looking up at her hero in confusion, but Dean was avoiding any eye contact. His ears and cheeks were slightly red with whatever the reason she couldn't figure out...Yet.

"I'm so sorry, bunny. I know nothing can replace what you've just lost but I hope this can be a reminder of the little twinkle that you still got."

He said, bending to put the stuffed animal in her arms and a kiss on her hair.

"What …? " She asked, with this fear in her voice. "What are you … what does that mean?" Her gaze shifted between their faces: One, rocking a humiliating bitter smile, and from the other, color had just drained.

"Dean?" She reached to grab his hand but even when she squeezed his cold fingers, he didn't react. He couldn't.

*What am I supposed to say? How can I even do that?*

He wanted to yell, to punch that mother f*cker in the face, to put this agony out of his chest but … *she deserves better.*

"Don't worry, Y/n. Everything's under control. I just called Ellen. She's on her way to come and check on you. You will be ok. I promise." Gary spoke when Dean couldn't utter one single word.

"What?" She asked, in such a defeating tone. That was not a question, that was *realization*. Dean knew that the moment her hands hugged her belly.

"Are they dead?" This one was a gunshot. Right in his heart.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, feeling breathless, helpless, hearing the blood stream in his ears.

"Tell me … Tell me I didn't lose my babies!" She mourned, tears casting down on her face and as much as Dean hated it, he knew he should answer that question.

"Yes, one of them. I'm sorry." He didn't know how he finally managed to tell her. It sounded impossible. It felt so wrong. Everything was just so wrong.

As was them being together! They shouldn't have happened. He was a hunter and she was a survivor. Hunters could never rest. Survivors should never risk.

"Dean."

It was too damn hard to ignore her demanding voice and the hand she had in the air for him to take. But he knew better. Y/n deserved a better man. Maybe a man with a charming smile who would give her cute nicknames or an attentive lover who would buy her gifts when she needed it. A man who could be a reminder of good things like first kiss, prom night, silly teen life. Not a furious broken shell of a man like him. Who was actually a reminder of bad days and bad luck as monsters, broken bones, desperate times and a lost child …

"It's ok, bunny. I'm here for you. You're gonna be alright."

When he finally forced his legs to move him out the room, Gary's kind words to her stabbed his soul. Cause as much as his brain ordered him to be fair, his heart was still pleading him to stay.

When Sam arrived at hospital (in his FBI suit), the angel was waiting in the corridor.

"Thank God you finally showed up. Where were you, man?" Sam sighed in relief.

"Liquor store." Cas said, checking up the box Sam was holding in one hand with his curious look.

"Liquor store? Are you drunk?" Sam frowned in confusion. Eyes roaming on his buddy's face to find any sign that could confirm his guess.

"No. I went to meet Dean. But he was wasted. He couldn't recognize me or anybody." Cas revealed, hands in the pocket of his trench coat.

"That bad?" Sam asked, getting worried again. This wasn't good. Not at all. Cas confirmed him with a nod. He looked worried too.

"Did you meet, Y/n?" Sam decided to focus on the things they still nedded to do. For now. Dean could survive by himself … he hoped.

"No, she has a guest. And right now, the doctor is there too, to examine her."

Sam nodded in understanding, knitting his brows.

"You can help her, right?" He asked, knowing this was the only way to soothe Y/n till he could convince his brother to get back.

"Yes. I can." Cas nodded, reassuring Sam that he could count on him.

"Ok then. Let's go." With Sam's words they walked down the corridor till they were in front on room 378, where Gary was pacing, Seemingly concerned. Sam couldn't help the sense of unease sliding through him.

*What's wrong?* he wanted to know. So he looked in through the little gap of the door.

Y/n was laying on the bed, looking utterly exhausted. While the doctor had his stethoscope on her chest and his eyes on the monitors beside her bed.

"What are you doing here?" Gary's angry question stole his attention.

*Not your business!* He wished he could be that outspoken but it wasn't the right time for that.

"What do you think?" He frowned instead, looking him up and down. "She's like my sister. I'm worried for her."

Gary chuckled, rolling his eyes but before he could say anything the door was opened and the medic came out.

"Doctor?" Sam called before stepping in his way.

"Yes?" The man looked around, finally noticing all those worried faces.

"Is something wrong with her?" This time Gary asked.

Doctor exhaled, fixing his glasses on his face in an old habit:

"I'm afraid so. I think I should talk to Mr. Winchester first."

"Huh!" Gary snored mockingly in his nose. "Why do you think he cares?"

"He left to grab some personal stuff for her." Cas said in a gruffy voice, gazing at Gary with his most serious angelic look.

"He'll be here as soon as possible." Sam added, giving the doctor a reassuring smile. "But you can tell me too. I'm his brother."

Doctor stared at Sam for a moment, probably to scrutinize if he could share those information with him.

"Okay then, this way." Eventually he decided that he could, so he pointed to a room in the other end of the corridor. Sam nodded and put the pie box in Cas's hands:

"You know what you should do, right?"

"I got it, don't worry." Cas promised under his breath so Sam could go with the doctor.

As they entered the room (which seemed to be the the medic's office), he closed the door behind them, in case Gary would eavesdrop.

"Ok, so … what happened?" He asked as the doctor took a seat and invited him to do so as well.

"As you know, we had to perform a little surgery to prevent any harm to the other baby."

"Yeah … and?" He sat too, gazing at the man who cleared his throat:

"I think something went wrong during the surgery. Although I'm not sure yet. We'll run some tests and see. But …. with this sudden fever, the fast heart rate and patient getting more and more listless, there is a good chance of infection. A severe one."

Sam gulped in alarm: "What does that mean?"

"Means … if that's what I think it is, unfortunately we have to end pregnancy and admit her to the ICU."

*oh, no!*

Sam blinked in surprise."God, I hope not."

"Me too." The wise man shook his head in understanding.

"When can you be sure? I mean about …"

"In three hours or less. It depends on her symptoms too." Doctor cut his rushed question, staring at him in sympathy. "Maybe this is not my business but I want you to talk to your brother. My patient has enough serious problems. She can't deal with heartache too, not right now."

Sam opened his mouth to say something but the man stopped him.

"How do I know? She keeps mumbling his name, begging him to come back."

Sam exhaled, giving up on any attempt to make any excuse.

"Got it, thanks doctor."

"Sam!" A very panicked Cas, greeted him in the corridor, concern written all over his face.

"Please don't tell me it didn't work." Sam almost pleaded, eyes locked on the angel's face.

Cas shook his head and took his phone out of his pocket.

"I tried but …"

As soon as he flipped the screen to show a photo of Y/n's baby bump, Sam groaned.

"Is that an anti possession tattoo?"

"Yeah, beside an anti-angelic magical one on her hips." Cas informed, sliding the screen to show him the next photo.

*What the fuck, Y/n?* Sam thought with himself, staring at the photo in surprise.

"Do you think she really believes I would hurt a baby, let alone theirs?" Cas questioned, in a low voice. Like he was offended.

"No. Y/n likes you. This must be something about protecting her kids or hiding them from Dean."

"For whatever the reason she did that, my power is useless on her now."

"You sure?"

"Yes. As long as she has this symbol on her skin, I can't heal her."

"Shit." Sam muttered, running a hand down his face. He looked very nervous.

"What's the matter?" Cas chased his uneasy look. "What has happened?"

Ignoring his buddy's curios face, Sam tried to focus on the urgent needs: "Let's say we get rid of this magical mark, then you can heal her. Am I right?"

"Yes, I think so." Cas said, still following Sam's worrisome gaze.

"Sam. What's wrong?"

"We got no time, Cas. I need to research. Can you teleport me home?"

Sam had to remain still as fluttering sound resonated in the bunker.

"Wow!" He said, carefully opening his eyes to see Cas right in front of him, with a hand on his shoulder.

"That was really fast." Sam couldn't help his comment, taking a deep breath.

Cas shrugged, not knowing what to say. For an angel, it was so normal, almost really boring.

"Ugh …" A painful voice cut them off.

"Dean?" Cas questioned as Sam's look locked with his, to make sure if the angel had heard the same voice.

As they were in war room, it wasn't hard to follow the groans to where Dean was: on his knees in the library, head almost hidden in a trashcan, throwing up his already empty stomach into it.

*Disgusting … Disgusting, stinky and utterly slimy: That was what the monster became when he shot him in the head, turning him to a pile of some supernatural shit! He could remember that like it was yesterday. When he found this treasure among all that vile: Y/n!*

"Dean?!" Sam called in dread as he saw the broken pieces of a whiskey bottle scattered all around him on the floor.

*He didn't even know her name. He couldn't even recognize her face. She was drowning in the monster's liquidish filthy carcass.*

"For God's sake!"

As Sam lifted his brother by the arms, Cas reached to his neck, trying to figure out what's wrong with his favorite human: "Dean … are you ok?"

*Ok? What does ok mean? Who was asking that? Dean couldn't answer. But he still could hear those voices. That creepy whistling sound that was actually supposed to be her breathing*

"Look at me, Dean. Do you hear me?" Cas insisted and as Dean didn't make any noise (unless that creepy whistling sound that he was making with each breath) Cas slightly slapped on his sweaty face. "Answer me, Dean!"

*Say something, sweetheart. Can you hear me? He wished she could but if she didn't, what could be left for him …. Except guilt, rage or despair?"*

Nothing. Not even a single groan. His head hung on his chest, so listless. He seemed out.

*fuck, fuck, fuck!* Sam would yell in panic. If only Cas wasn't there to pat on his shoulder.

*He saved her but it costed her a life. And a bright future. Cause he was like a disease, contagious and pernicious. So predictable!*

"Let's take him to the couch." Cas suggested, getting himself under one of Dean's arms to support his weight. Sam did so as well.

"Right there … we're close." Sam groaned as they finally made it to the couch. "Here we go, buddy … be careful." He warned, slowly laying Dean on the couch, watching his brother's flashed face in concern.

*Again and again. He tried his best to avoid her … to save her. But she was as innocent and as thirsty as a sunflower, confusing him with summer sunshine when he was nothing but a burning desert.*

"Should I heal him?" Cas genuinely asked. He never had seen Dean this drunk before. He looked like he could have a seizure any time soon. Therefore Cas couldn't hide his worriedness.

"Really? Did you forget about that spell that's printed on our bones? …" Sam raised a brow at him. "… The very special spell that can protect Winchesters from archangels?…"

" … that is made by Rowena?" Cas completed his sentence."Yeah, unfortunately I had." He sighed.

"Rowena?" Sam repeated in a low voice, eyes focused on Cas's face. "That's right. I think she's the one who can help us." He said, before taking off immediately, already dialling the witch on his phone.

"Ca ... s." Dean's glossy eyes drifted around the room as his gaze floated about his surroundings.

"Dean, are you ok?" The angel seemed worried.

"Do you know?" He chuckled. humorlessly.

"Know what?"

"That I … killed?"

"Killed? What did you kill?!"

"Mmm … mm..mine. My own … kid … wasn't … born yet."

Dean laughed. However it sounded more like a cry, in grieve. And looked more like a wound, bloody and deep.

"Dean …" Cas grabbed his shoulder, in an attempt to stop that slack ramble. "Dean, please …" he shook his arm.

"I'm … kid killer … the righ… righteous mman … hunts … kids!" Dean slowely sat up. His jaw slightly hung opened. His eyes lost in the bitter thoughts, he remained still to digest his own words.

"That's not true. You didn't know about them." Cas explained patiently, in a calm tone.

"Casss … why you … ssave me?" With a hoarse tone he questioned.

"Didn't I … I … screw up enough?" A tear dropped on his cheek and then got lost in his stubble, making the angel feel the human's pain.

"Dean, I'm sorry." He truly was, knowing the fact that sometimes hell could hurt less.

"Hey, you ok?" Sam almost stormed in, with a water bottle in his hand. Cas had to take a few steps back so he could sit on his knees in front of Dean.

"Define ok." The elder brother smiled weakly, having such a hard time keeping his eyes open.

"Please tell me you didn't take any

antidepressant with your drink." It sounded like a pray as Sam put his fingers on his brother's neck, probably to feel his pulse point.

"Can't … remember." Dean admitted, once again feeling guilty for Sammy's panic.

"I swear to God, Dean. If you're gonna to have a seizure, I will kill you." Sam retorted, raising the bottle to his brother's chapped lips, making him drink some water.

"You good?" He asked impatiently, as soon as Dean was done.

"Don't worry, Sammy." It sounded reasonable, cause Dean knew how to fool his loved ones. But this time it didn't take too long for Sam to know the truth. When Dean's head suddenly dropped on his shoulder. He was out. Again.

"Shit." Sam was fast enough to catch him before he hit the floor. Smelling like pure whisky.

"God damn it, Dean!" Sam swore under his breath, looking up at Cas who instantly appeared to help him out.

"Do you think he's gonna have a seizure? Or go into shock? Anything serious that I should take him to a hospital?"

Cas didn't answer, instead he put his hand on Dean's head, feeling his sweaty wet hair on his fingers. Letting his angelic power to roam in his veins, even if it couldn't heal or fix anything.

"No. I don't think so." He reassured, giving Sam a mild smile.

The hunter took a deep breath in relief. "Good, my hands are already full."

A few minutes later, at Sam's request, Rowena showed up in the bunker, holding a weird mysterious box.

"Hello boys."

"Finally." Sam mumbled as he immediately lead her to the war room, nodding his head to Cas to follow suit.

"Oh, dear. What's happened to your brother?" Rowena asked, still trying to take a peak of unconcious Dean on the couch, as Sam forced her to walk by pushing his large hand on her back.

"Whiskey." Sam gave her a fake smile, rushing her toward the big map table so fast that made her almost tripp on her own feet.

"My God, Samuel! What's with this behaviour? I thought you invited me here to help!" Rowena complained, not helping herself to give him a well deserved side eyes.

"Sorry Rowena but as I said before, we don't have much time. I need to use this spell as soon as possible so I hoped you would start working on it as soon as possible too."

"Aye." Putting a strand of her curly hair out of her face, Rowena confirmed him with a big bright smile. Then she put her box on the table and mumbled some Latin words, running her hand along it's lid. The box opened with a click sound.

"Ok now, let's see what we have …" bringing out some witchy stuff one by one out of it;

A black candle. A clear crystal quartz. A little jar full of some unknown oil. Some dried herbal roots, a sigil, and a rock salt.

Sam's eyes thoughtfully roamed on the table as Cas came close to stand by his side.

"As much as I remember, you told me we need seven ingredients to make this spell that can wipe an anti-angel tattoo. Right?" Sam challenged her, pointing to all the things that Rowena had already put on the table.

"Ah Samuel. You're perfectly right." Giving him a bright smile, she walked toward the bookshelves, swinging her hips. Probably to find a book.

Cas threw a questioning look at Sam. "Do you really trust her?" His voice low, he wondered.

"No, this is our only chance." Sam briefly whispered, exchanging an understanding look with his buddy.

"If you don't trust me, dear. You can simply read it yourself." Rowena said, banging a heavy old book on the table, in front of them.

"Whoa!" Out of surprise Sam said as Cas frowned.

"Read Samuel!" Rowena rolled her eyes, waiting as their eager eyes followed every line of the opened up pages.

"Blood of dead lover?" Finally Sam asked, knitting his brows as Cas shook his head in confusion: "What does this mean?"

Rowena sighed in a dramatic way, like she had to teach the most well-known facts to a couple of children.

"It means to undo a dark magic, you should also use a dark magic which in this case needs some blood of the dead lover."

"In English please." Sam commented. So Rowena gave him another eye roll.

"Y/n did this spell against her true desire. She never wanted to hide this news from Dean but she thought if she let him know, Dean would force her to abortion. So she asked me to help her. I've told her that she needed an anti possession and also an anti angel tattoo. Cause as what we all know Castiel can't keep secrets from his man crush. So she accepted. Even after I emphasised that I have to make the spell with dark magic. But like any other stubborn Winchester, she didn't care. She even didn't ask what that meant. So as you know, my dear. It costed her one of her twins. As the big sacrifice for that spell. So now that you want to undo that spell with another one, you should know the cost too."

"What?!" Sam stared at her in disbelief, eyes all wide. "You're the one who did that?"

"No, it's on dark magic, Samuel. I just did my job." Rowena took a step back, moving her hands in a negating move, frightened by Sam's big shadow that was raising by his anger.

"And now what? What do we need to undo it?" Cas questioned with his most serious and decisive tone.

"The seventh ingredient. The dead lover's blood." Rowena replied, already taking her guard, in case anyone would attack her.

"And who's the lover?" Sam hissed through his clenched jaw. But Rowena hesitated to answer, too Intimated by the hunter's reaction.

"Answer him." Cas set his eyes on the witch, making her gulp.

"Her true love. The father of the babies." She reveled.

"No." Sam shook his head, already knowing what that meant. "No … oh God, no." Putting one palm on his forehead, his lips parted in disbelief. They couldn't save Y/n Or her baby anymore. Cause who would risk Dean's life … except him?

"Don't do anything stupid to bring me back!" A deep voice rambled in the room, which was thick with emotions and belonged to … Dean himself.

"DEAN, NO!" Sam yelped as his eyes taught a glimpse of something glinting in his grip: A bloody sharp knife.

For a second, everyone froze where they already were, all eyes on Dean.

"Dean, don't." Eventually the angel broke the silence, begging his rebellion role model by a pleading look.

"I'm sorry." Dean said, cracking a smile before raising his arms, holding the blade with his both hands.

"Stop!" Cas rushed forward but Dean's stab had already landed in his chest. Fast and deep.

"Noo!" Sam shouted again, right when his brother dropped on his knees. But Dean didn't look at him. He was not done yet. This time he pulled the knife out of his chest. Fresh blood started to spurt out of his chest.

"You stubborn human!" Cas finally got a grip on him. Just as the knife dropped on the floor where blood spotted everywhere.

Dean bent over. He was getting dizzy. And so close to losing his balance. Sam instantly appeared on his other side, holding his back with one hand, pressing on his wound with the other palm. "What have you done, man? … what have you done?"

Dean couldn't look at him. Not when the tears were whelming in his eyes. So he just shut his eyes.

"Save her!" He managed to spit out before getting chocked on his own blood.

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