AvaDean (shameless fluff?)
((Ava didn’t wanna be fluffy today… But hey, there’s plenty of room for timestamps.))
Ava had seen enough spy movies to know how to follow at a safe distance. Sam was too single-minded to notice the blue car just barely within sight.
"Stupid hero," she said to herself as she drove. "Gonna get yourself killed. Do you WANT me to have nightmares for the rest of my life?"
Her heart pounded as she pulled up to the warehouse. Sam was already inside when she got there.
She almost broke down when she saw his boots smoking on the floor. Nobody Ava knew had died before. Not died-died. Mr Fluffles didn’t count; hamsters died all the time. Neither did her grandparents. They were, like, ancient. It just looked like they were sleeping, and she’d been eight anyway.
She would’ve screamed when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into the shadows, just as the man from the nightmare walked through the door, but there was a hand clamped over her mouth. She bit down on a finger, then craned her neck to see who was grabbing her.
It was all a blur from there. Fighting. Someone was screaming at some point, and she didn’t realize it was her until she closed her mouth and the screaming stopped. Then Gordon was on the ground, Sam was standing over him, and somehow she had a rifle in her hands.
Sam walked into the other room, presumably to untie his brother, and Ava just stood there, holding the gun.
"No more nightmares," she said, aiming the rifle at Gordon’s temple. She smiled as she pulled the trigger.
Dean had the greenest eyes she’d ever seen.
"Sonofabitch deserved it," he said, walking towards her. He took the rifle out of her hand and laid it on the ground. "C’mon. Ava, yeah? Let’s go home. You don’t need to get mixed up in this."
Sam didn’t meet her eyes as they walked to the Impala.
"You good to drive?" he asked.
"Look at her," Dean said. "Like hell she is."
"Brady will bring me to get it," Ava said. "Just…I wanna go home, Dean." She burst into tears then. "I don’t wanna be a freak."
"Hey, hey," Dean said, pulling her into a hug. "We’re gonna make it stop. I promise."
No one spoke on the drive back to her house. She stared at the back of Dean’s head as he drove, eyes unfocused.
Today I killed a man, she thought. And he deserved it. She wondered how long it would take to stop seeing blood every time she closed her eyes.
She didn’t speak when she got out of the car. Just lifted her hand in half a wave.
Two minutes later, she was back. All the blood had gone from her face, but blood was spattered on her hands and blouse.
"They killed him. Brady…he’s dead."
She pulled off her engagement ring and let it clatter to the ground.
"Take me away from here."
They took two rooms at the motel. They didn’t feel quite right about letting her have her own room, but she waved off Sam when he offered to stay.
"It doesn’t seem right, just leaving her like that," Dean said, pulling off his boots as he sat on the alarmingly floral bedspread.
"She wanted to be alone," Sam said. "I mean… We’ll hear if anything happens. You know how motel walls go."
"She’s covered in blood, Sammy. I’m at least bringing her a change of clothes."
"From what? Flannel and denim?"
"Like you’ve got room to talk. I’m not gonna leave her. Seeing someone die like that, her fiancé even… C’mon, you know how that weighs on someone."
Sam sighed and turned away. “Go on.”
Ava answered the door in her undershirt and a towel.
"I’m sorry," she said. "Everything’s… I don’t think the stains will come out. There’s so much blood…"
Dean held out a bundle of clothes. “You okay?”
"Stupid question. Let me—I’m gonna go put some pants on."
When she came back, she was swallowed in a Led Zeppelin t-shirt two sizes too large for her, jeans lashed around her hips with a belt that she’d had to knot to keep tight enough.”
"We can get you new stuff tomorrow," Dean said. "Um, you need anything?"
She’d been crying, that was obvious. Her mascara was tracked down her face and her eyes were bloodshot.
"I don’t wanna…I see him every time I blink. I killed someone, Dean. And now Brady’s gone. Maybe it’s what I deserve. Karma catching up to me, all that. I killed a man."
"You killed a monster," Dean said.
She leaned her head against his chest. “Don’t go.”
Dean’s arms came up to wrap around her shoulders. After what seemed like an eternity but at the same time, not long enough, she lifted her head to look at him.
"Dean?" she said. She bit her lip. She looked lost and young and scared, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to kiss her.
She fisted her hands in his shirt. “Don’t leave me. Stay here. Please. I don’t wanna be alone.”
"Hey," he said. "I’m not going anywhere."
She didn’t dream that night, legs tangled in his, his arms wrapped around her like a shield.
"We’re gonna kill him," she mumbled as they lay together in the afterglow. "We’re gonna kill him and maybe I won’t feel so…" Dean smothered the last words with his lips.
They found Lily first. Scared, alone, crying over her girlfriend’s corpse. Then Jake. Then they came back for Andy. When Azazel came for them, they were ready. Ava laughed as the bullet split through his skull, walked up to him and ground the heel of her boot into his throat.
Little Mary had Ava’s eyes. They stayed up all night when she turned six months old. But Mary slept soundly through the night, and Ava was wrapped safely in Dean’s arms.
"We made it," he whispered.
She kissed him, and for once in Dean’s life, everything was perfect.
((Prompt me for a ficlet??)
