#dean reader

He never thought he could be dating you. Because you were a very shy & smart girl. He, well he was totally opposite of her, popular, outgoing, barely passing his classes.

He always had a crush on you. But he never approached you. He almost spilt his coffee when Sammy brought you home as his tutor. You were so good with him, that didn't help at all with his crush.

Then finally one evening, while you were leaving he offered to drive you to your home. He lost his heart to you when you smiled shyly & agreed. Then that became a daily routine, & you became good friends. Then he started studying with you. Your talkative nature was a welcome surprise to him. He thought you were adorable when talking on about your interest topic.

Fingers snapping in front of him brought his attraction back in present.

"Dean. You ok?" She asked tilting her head one side.

" Yeah. Yeah. I am ok don't worry"

"Um. Ok. If you say so." She went back to her books.

He thought love would be tough. But falling in love with you was so easy, even after you because his girlfriend. He soon realised that you value genuine care & gestures more than some fancy things. & He was very good at being caring, because he always has been. He doesn't like very much of PDA, but whenever you are holding hands, the extra bounce in your steps, that constant smile on your face warms his heart. You never pushed him for anything at all, that's what he loves about you the most among many 100 things.

It has been 2 hours, you haven't moved from your seat.

"Babe, let's take 5 mins break." Dean suggested. Having in great need of a cup of coffee.

"Dean. Nooo." Y/N whined. "If I take a break now, I'll lose my link & forget everything!"

"Come on Y/N. I am asking just 5 mins" Dean asked crossing his arms on his chest.

"Dean you know of I have to pass this physics, I have to do good in this test. & This physics is already kicking my ass!" She said slumping in chair & pouting.

"Ok. Fine. Fine." He signed. "No need to be dramatic" Dean laughed.

Y/N huffed, then batted her lashes at her "Will you bring me a cup of coffee though?"

"You know I will baby" he stood up & patted her hand. Telling her he'll be back soon.

When he came back with 2 cups of coffee, he was making notes of what she just studied.

"Here is your coffee. Anytime else I can do for you princess?" Dean asked putting the cup besides her book & smirking when she turn red hearing princess.

She smiled shyly, putting some loose hair behind her ear, and asked in a small voice.

"If you could just hold my hand and be quiet, that would be nice."

Dean gave her a big smile "Of course."

They spent rest 2 hours hold hands & reading.

You nodded your head and watched as he started to step back into his room when a thought occurred to you, reaching out, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back out, your heart thudding against your ribcage at the thought of what you were about to suggest, “Or you could join me…”

Your voice is small and unsure and when Dean doesn’t immediately respond, you begin to question if this was a good idea. Perhaps you had completely misunderstood the signs and Dean hadn’t been as interested in you as you thought he was. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and so you bit your lip before clearing your throat. When you spoke again, you were unsurprised to find that your voice was small and embarrassed, “Nevermind…” 

Moving back towards the showers, you try to move quickly before you’re pulled back by a rough hand. Your body hits a wall of hard muscle and you can smell the leather and underlying pine that is just so essential to Dean, you practically melt into him. 

You felt his hand cup your cheek as he turned your face to meet his gaze and you could see his eyes had blown wide with lust.

“I’d love to join you, sweetheart,” his voice has dropped almost an octave and you can feel the arousal pool in your core at just his voice. The stubble on his cheek creating a delicious friction against your own skin.

You lean in to give him a quick peck, it’s an exploratory peck. One that you’d wanted to try this morning, before Sam had returned, and you find that his lips are softer than you’d thought possible but still rough against yours. His hands move to your waist and both of you deepen the kiss, getting lost in the moment when the slamming of a door made both of you jump apart. 

Chuckling softly, you licked your lips before bringing your fingers to them, relishing in both the taste and feel of Dean on them. 

The sound of running water started up a moment later and Dean merely raised an eyebrow, “Sounds like Sammy beat us.”

“Hmmm… so it does,” you murmured as you crossed your arms in front of you. 

Dean gave you a look you couldn’t really decipher before he pulled you back towards him and into his room. Before the door was even fully closed, you were both on each other, a mess of tongue, teeth, limbs and clothing. 

You pulled away only to discard the clothing that kept you from each others bodies. You could feel the arousal building between your legs as you stood before him..

You couldn’t help staring at Deans body, he was built like a greek god as far as you were concerned. It shouldn’t be possible with his diet but it was. You reached out to touch his chest and just as you’re about to touch him he’s got you pressed against the wall, arms pinned over your head as his mouth latches onto your throat. 

Whining, when you realize that you’re unable to touch him you can feel his chuckle on the curve of your neck. The vibrations take the whine and turn into a wanton moan as you arch your body into his. 

You can feel Dean nipping at the tender flesh along your neck and can’t help but groan before you beg him, “Harder…”

He stops for a moment and your sure you’ve surprised him a bit but a moment later he pulls back and gives you an evil smirk.

He shifts your wrists so that he’s holding them with one hand before he his free hand is roughly groping you. 

The calluses on his hands from the years feel amazing and his teeth are back on your neck. He’s nibbling away at different spots on your neck, your shoulder, along your clavicle and your ear while his free hands kneads your breast. Occasionally, his nibbles would turn to bites. Each time his teeth scraped across your skin, there was a different exquisite pressure. 

His other hand let go of your wrists and dropped to your other breast where he continued his assault of your senses. You drop your hands down to tug on his hair and trail your fingers along his skin till you’re reaching between the two of you. Your hand wrapping around his thick cock.

A groan escaped his lips as you began to pump him in your hand and you could feel him thrusting as his lips came down on your nipple. Letting out a gasping whine, as he sucked and nipped with his mouth and groped with the other, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening.

You continued to pump his length in your hand when he bit down on your nipple, hard. The pain of that coupled with the pleasure of his hand working your other breast and his stubble along your skin made you come right there as you whimpered out his name. 

“God Sweetheart, I haven’t even been inside you yet,” Dean groans after releasing your nipple. 

He’s stilled for a moment and his hands come to your waist, gripping you tightly and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You’re spread in front of him and you can feel this thick length against your leg as he holds your ass to keep you from falling. 

“Fuck,” he groans, “You’re soaked.”

You can feel him dragging the head along your folds but he doesn’t enter. He simply moves between your folds and you find that your  pussy is trying to clench around him only to find that he isn’t there. 

“Dean,” you whine as you angle your hips, “Need you… now.”

As if that was all he needed, Deans inside you, to the hilt, in one thrust. He’s bigger than you’ve ever had and you can’t help the scream that tears past your lips. You bite down on his shoulder and it seems to do something to him because, before you’ve even fully adjusted he’s thrusting in and out of you like a mad man. 

Thankfully, you’re already so aroused by him that the pain quickly changes to pleasure and you can hear yourself moaning as you grip his shoulders. As he moves in and out of you, pressing your back against the wall, you use the wall as leverage and begin to move in time with him. 

He takes a step back, leaving more space between the two of you and the wall and you can feel your body lean back into the wall slightly. As you do you can feel him hit your g-spot and his name falls from your lips repeatedly. 

Dean hears his name coming from your lips and he has to remind himself not to come right then and there. He lets out a soft growl when your hand moves up to his hair and he can feel you tugging at it as you move with him. 

He’s mesmerized by the way that you move against him. You bounce on him as he thrusts into you and he can’t help but stare at the way your tit’s bounce. At the way that you’re desperately clenching around him. It’s as if the two of you are moving in perfect sync with each other and while most of the women he’s been with have expected him to do all the work, you’re here working him just as hard as he’s working you. 

He can feel you biting against his neck but he can tell that you’re holding back so leaning in, he whispers in your ear the very thing you had begged of him, “Harder, sweetheart.” 

Before he’s finished speaking, he’s rewarded by you biting into him and he’s almost positive you’ve broken the skin but it travels straight down to his cock. He pulls one of his hands from your waist and moves it to the little nub between the two of you, the one that he knows is going to drive you over the edge. 

As soon as he does, he hears your drawn out, “fuuuuuuck, Dean…” He moves his fingers a little bit faster as he begins to slow down his thrusts.

“Don’t stop,” he hears you, “I’m so close…”

He chuckles as his hand stops moving and his hips still. a growl makes him turn to look at you and you’re glaring daggers at him. 

“I swear to you Dean Winchester if you don’t keep fucking me right now…” she begins and he snaps his hips into her, making her threat disappear on her lips as she moans.

Leaning in he traces his nose up the side of her cheek, “I didn’t catch that sweetheart,” he whispers as he thrusts into her once again. 

“Dean please,” he hears her beg as she moves against him. 

“That’s it sweetheart, fuck yourself on my cock,” he growls as both hands come back to cup her ass. 

He can feel her muscles move as she does just that.

Your legs are going to be tired, they’re going to be sore after this but the feel of Deans cock filling you up, stretching you, is too good for you to care. Using the wall and your leg muscles you find a way to fuck yourself on him.

You’re getting into a rhythm, his hands guiding you ever so slightly as they lift you ever so slightly. You could swear that you can feel every ridge on him as he drags against your walls. The sensations where almost too overwhelming but you didn’t want to stop. 

“Dean…” you beg, unsure of what you’re begging him for when he pulls you to him, your chests colliding and he’s biting down on your neck making you scream as you come around him again. 

He hears her scream in his ear as she clamps down around him and he feels her pull the orgasm form him. He has no chance at stopping it as she milks him for every last drop.

So instead of trying to stop it, he moves against her. Trying to drag out her own as long as possible. 

The orgasm had been strong on it’s own. One of the strongest you’d ever had but there was something about feeling Dean empty himself inside of you that upped the pleasure and you could have sworn that you’d blacked out from the sheer intensity of it. 

Eventually, both of your orgasms subside and, on shaky legs, Dean’s moving you to the bed. He’s still inside you and you’re both breathing heavy.

As he walks, he inadvertently, slips out of you and you find that you feel empty without him. Leaning in, you kiss his lips softly and feel him lower the two of you to the bed. He situates himself so that he’s right behind you, spooning you much in the same way he had that morning. 

A small smile graces your lips at the realization that your dream had nothing on the real thing. Turning over, you find green eyes staring at you adoringly, “So…”

“So…”

Surprisingly, neither of you really seems to know what to say in the after bliss of what had just happened. Instead, you intertwine your legs with his and cup his face. Traveling his features you soak him in again. 

“You act like you’ve never seen me,” he chuckles and you shake your head.

“Not like this…” you whisper to him, your voice still breathless. 

His hand comes up to yours and he turns his face so that he can kiss the palm of your hand before turning to look back at you, “Like what, sweetheart?”

“The way you look right after sex… The way you look when you seem to have been quite satisfied with what you’ve just had,” you tell him, thoughtfully.  “I’ve always been curious as to what you look like after sex… If it’s the same or if it changes depending on the type of sex.”

“And what do you think?” he asks you and you can hear the smirk in his voice as his lips fight at the edges. 

“It’s the best view in the world,” you point out, leaning in, you kiss him softly. 

He returns the kiss before he flips the both of you so that he’s hovering over you. He leans in peppering kisses along your skin as he occasionally stops to nibble at your flesh. You can feel the goosebumps rising and you try not to whimper but when he bites down on your hip there is no stopping the moan you let out. 

You can feel him chuckle as he pulls away, before teasing you, “Well, well, well, seems someone really likes to be bitten.”

You refuse to be embarrassed and simply nod your head, licking your lips and sending him a sultry smile, “Oh D, you have no idea…”

“Well what else do you like?” he asks and you can’t help the shiver of anticipation. If he’s asking it means he has to be interested in doing this again, right? He must take your silence as a rebuff though because you notice his face become guarded as he moves away from you. 

Reaching out, you grab his hand and lift yourself so that you’re straddling him. Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss him deeply. It takes him a moment but he returns the kiss and takes control of it. His tongue battling yours for dominance you kiss him for all your worth and then some before the two of you have to pull away from each other. 

“You’ll find out,” you tell him with a wink, before leaning in and whispering in his ear, “Because that was just our first time. I fully expect to be stuffed with Dean Winchester at every opportunity.”

Before the words are even out of your mouth you can feel him harden under you. It would seem it’s a visual that Dean’s a fan of.

You realize that this all came about because of this morning and can’t help but laugh. When Dean looks up at you, confusion evident, you shake your head, “I never thought I would be so happy to have a nightmare”

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Posted 03 October 2019

"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.

"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.

"Is this everyone?" The leader asks and another man answers with a, "Yes, commander."

"For high crimes for fermenting rebellion against the archangel, Micheal, these humans shall be executed."

Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.

Angels. Obviously, it would be those dicks. The angel who looked like the 'commander's' assistant, walks towards one of the people.

Since the woman who's bag had been pulled off her head was standing the furthest from where Dean was, he could only see above her shoulders through the railings of the bridge. It was enough to see the angel place his hand on her forehead and burn her eyeballs out.

The woman's shouts makes something click inside Dean and he moves to stand up from his kneeling position and to open up the duffel bag at his side to get his angel killing bullets out. "Freakin' angels," Dean grits out. He had come to this world before but didn't think things would be that...bad.

But executions like these? He wondered what else angels- Micheal had done to them. Ketch's hand flies to Dean's arm, pulling the Winchester back down and shaking his head he says slowly, "Not. Smart." Gritting his teeth, Dean looks back up, his hands aching to kill the angels.

Another person's bag was pulled off and he was dead in a matter of seconds. There were only two left on the bridge now. Both women by the looks of it. The angel moves to the second last person, pulling off her bag too.

"No," Dean mutters, taking in the red hair, the cheekbones. It couldn't be. Dean looks on with wide eyes and heart thumping in his chest as the leader angel stops the other one from killing her. "Charlie?" Dean asks to no one in particular.

"I know you," the leader angel says, taking a step forward towards Charlie. "You're not the usual human scout."

Human scout?

"Not the sickest hookup line, Captain Charm," Charlie says back loud enough for Dean to hear. He could see the small smile playing on her lips.

"You're with the Resistance," the angel remarks again, enunciating his words carefully. "Inner circle." The angel turns back to look at his second-in-command, only removing his eyes off Charlie for two seconds. "She's met with the Nephilim and the other worlder- Mary."

Oh shit. She met with them. For some reason, Dean's heart soared with the words- maybe cause it meant that Mary and Jack were safe and alive.

"Micheal will want her at the Northern Camp for interrogation."

"Champ, when the Resistance crushes you, I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers and grind them into dust," Charlie grits out and Dean notices the woman standing next to her struggling with her shackles slightly before the angel lunges forward and chokes the red-head. Dean gnashes his teeth together, trying to get up again and make that son of a bitch regret touching Charlie when Ketch pulls Dean down again and says his name to him in a warning tone.

"Looking forward to it," the angel replies and looks to the last hostage on the bridge before turning to one of the angels standing behind her and saying, "Kill her." With that, he and a few more left with Charlie, leaving behind only the last woman and an angel. Dean needed to save Charlie. He would save her this time. But he also had to save the woman on the bridge.

The dark-skinned angel pulls the bag off the woman's head and Dean's heart stops. The whole world seemed to stop as he took in who was standing there. Someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years. "Y/n?"

"Do you know everyone here?" Ketch whispers irritatedly but Dean ignores him. He takes another breath in.

"He's going to kill her," Dean grits out and this time, Ketch doesn't stop him from getting his gun out and standing up.

"Hey, I'm part of the Resistance too," Y/n says, taunting a reaction from the angel with his hand a few inches from her forehead. "Inner circle." Dean took a step forward, not wanting to let the angel know he was there but to get close enough to get a clean shot at the man and not at Y/n.

The angel didn't react- didn't have a chance to before Dean shouted, "Y/n! Duck!" Not even questioning it, Y/n drops to the ground, as if she knew someone was going to save her- shout those words.

Three bullet shots echo in the air, the loud bang making Dean's ears ring slightly. He sees the angel fall down and without waiting for Ketch or turning back to get his duffel bag, he ran. He ran, clawing the barks of trees to run up the steep slope to get to the bridge. If it was actually Y/n who he saw then...

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step forward onto the concrete bridge, steps faltering when he sees Y/n standing up, the chains on her arms restricting her movement. She immediately spots him standing there and takes a step back from him. Dean knew his mouth was hanging. He knew it yet he didn't close it. He knew his eyes were widened yet he made no move to narrow them. He didn't know what to do except for looking stupidly at her. A part of him frowned at how she didn't say his name in the way he loved, soft, and happily. But she didn't know him. Didn't know about them. How they were before...

Meanwhile, Y/n was assessing the situation. She looked between the gun in the man's hand and the dead angel's body sprawled on the bridge along with the other two people. "Who are you?" she finally asked, taking a deep breath when she realized that the man had saved her. But the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable and she took a small step back, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable with no weapons and handcuffs on her wrists.

"My name is Arthur Ketch." Dean turns back, breaking away from his trance to see the ex British Man of Letters walking towards them, hands up to show he had no weapons. Dean turns back to Y/n, frowning when he sees she was standing further away from them, face showing fear but her posture straight and almost dominating. "Do excuse my friend," Ketch resumes, helping Dean since he'd forgotten how to speak. "His name is Dean Winchester. Gets quite shy around women," Ketch sighs and Dean rolls his eyes, not bothering to turn back and give him his bitch face.

Y/n glances warily between them, taking another step back when Dean steps forward. She wasn't completely facing them as she took a defensive stance. Knees bend slightly, feet firmly planted in the ground. He widens his eyes, forgetting that she didn't know him. She looked the same as she did all those years ago. The way dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down- as she or Dean's Y/n had. Her lips were parted as she breathed out, eyeing the Winchester.

"Let us help you," Dean says, turning his lips into a small smile to show her she could trust him. She looked frightened though, like prey surrounded by predators.

"Help with what?" She asks and her voice was strong and loud, her eyes slyly looking to the side towards the forest behind her.

"We'll help you save Charlie," Dean answers with no hesitation.

"Dean-" Ketch starts off but Dean puts his hand up to stop him from speaking. He looked as Y/n's eyes widened and she frowned. That meant that she knew Charlie- might've been friends with her too.

"How do you know her?" Y/n asks, taking another small step back.

"We know you too," Dean says before thinking, wincing inwardly when Y/n's eyes narrow. "Y/n Y/l/n. Your parents were Y/m/n and Y/d/n Y/l/n."

Y/n blinks several times but Dean still saw them shining. She licked her lips- once, twice. He wanted to take a step forward and hug her but the situation was to delicate to pull stunts like that. Finally, after what felt like forever to Dean's thundering heart, Y/n meets his eyes, distrust and vulnerability flashing in them.

"How?" It was all she asked, her voice breaking slightly. It was just one word but Dean knew what she meant.

The Winchester turned back to face Ketch for a second before looking back at Y/n, not knowing where to start.

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I tried to be reasonable : maybe it is just how forbidden this is, maybe it is just how secret and chill she acts, maybe I'm just an old creep. But the fact is, I just can't get her out of my mind. I'm obsessed by her. And what scares me is that's not only on a sexual way.

The waitress interrupt us and asks with a strong French a accent if we want anything else.

"Oh, vous êtes française ?" Y/n asks.

And they start talking, leaving us completely oblivious to what they are talking about. I heard her speaking French before, when she curses mostly, and sometimes in her sleep, but never during a conversation. It makes her even more secret and mysterious. When the waitress leaves, I look at her :

"Hey Y/n, tell me a secret in French."

She laughs and drinks in my coke.

"Why ? Why a secret ?" she asks taking a fry from my plate.

"I won't understand, but it will motivate me to try learning."

She looks at Sammy and Jack, then at her plate, and starts to touch her lips with the tip of her fingers. She sights and says :

"Le problème c'est que je ne dirai jamais mon secret à voix haute, même pas dans une langue que tu ne comprends pas." she said it so quickly I didn't memorized it like I had planned to.

 Your Pov

 You're in the front seat of the Impala, looking for a specific tape on Dean's box. He's driving, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, the headlights emphasizing the road markings that reflect in his pupils.

Sam fell asleep and Jack is listening to your Ipod, smiling. You loaned him your books and music so that he can discover other styles. Nothing wrong with classic rock, but he never got the chance to hear anything else.

Each time you turn your head toward Dean, a smile appears on your lips so you try to look at the box, but you found the tape, and it's been almost twenty minutes, you have to say something, or pretend to fall asleep.

"Nice choice" says Dean hearing the tape you choose playing.

He smiles at you, landing his beautifully wrinkled eyes on your face. A vivid daydream conquers you : you see yourself leaning on him to kiss his jaw, him wrapping his arm around you shoulders, gently rubbing his stubble on your forehead. Without realizing it you sight.

"You okay sweetheart ?" he asks, putting his hand on your knee for a second.

This is torture, you want to kiss him so bad it hurts. Your lungs refusing to breathe deeply enough as long as your breath won't be used to tell him how much you love him. You can still feel him inside you when you concentrate on your memories, but the feeling of belonging to him is fading away. Your stomach aches, it is worse now, everything is worse ;every time you thing you couldn't love him more, you're wrong.

"Hey, Y/n, you want me to stop ?" he looks so concerned suddenly.

"No, no Dean, why ?" but the answer to that question hits you when you hear your own voice : it's hoarse and sad.

You lift your hand to your cheek and feel it's wet. Fuck. You're crying.

"Tell me" he says.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired." You dry your eyes and smile.

"I don't believe you. Please don't withdraw into yourself like you always do. Talk to me. Please” his voice is so serious and deep, you look down, trying not to cry again.

“I don’t do that…”

“You always do.” He declares. “I know you’ve been through hell but don’t be so harsh. Each time we try to reach you, you shut us out. Y/n you’re family…”

“No I’m not” you cut him. “I’m your friend, family is a big deal, Dean, don’t use that word excessively…” you say low, trying not to sob.

“You see…” he looks at you with sad eyes. Sincerely sad, and it is all it take to make a tear shed on your face.

“I’m just saying…”

“Don’t you trust me ?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Doesn’t sound like it” he states sorry.

“I do. I really do. I just don’t… trust myself.”

That’s it, you’re sobbing, he gently pulls over and stops the car. You stay still, even when he leans to you. He takes you in his arms and squeezes a little, putting one of his hand on the back of your head, keeping it between his shoulder and his neck. You can’t be silent anymore, you burst into tears.

“It’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay…” he says, wrapping you completely.

You grab his coat with both hands, ignoring Sam and Jack worried looks. You cry louder and louder, it’s like the dam broke. You cry because of your pain and for the family you lost, for the family you found and for the nightmares. You cry because your scars are ugly, because you don’t know how to deal with Sasha’s love without hurting him, because you are so damn angry all the time. You cry because you love him so much it kills you and because it is the best thing in your life.

“It’s okay” he says very low. “She’s just tired.” And you notice Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“I’m… so… I’m so fucking… angry Dean…” you sob.

“I know” he says rubbing your back.

“He took everything… He… my body… I…” You can’t talk clearly but still try to. You want to open up to him, you need him to save you from drowning in yourself.

He kisses your forehead and you feel his chest tense, like he tried not to cry, his breathing short. You know Sam and Jack are staring, but right now there is only Dean.

“All those… thoughts and all those fee… feeling Dean. I can’t… I don’t know… How am I supposed to deal…”

“That’s the thing b… Babygirl, you’re not supposed to deal with this alone.” He says squeezing a little more.

You feel something new, like a tension in your belly is fading away, though you didn’t even know it was there all this time. The anger finally shuts up and you notice you lived in his din for so long. All there is left is sadness, it’s heavy, but it’s silent, relaxing.

“Je ne te mérite pas…” you whisper, your lips agaist his neck.

 Dean Pov

 Back to the motel, I took a bedroom for the three of us, Sam, Jack and I, so she could relax, but she asked me to stay with her a little...

We spent the night talking, really talking.

She told me about France, about the few memories she has of her mother, told me how strange it is to her that she remembers perfectly the customs and French and the taste of food there, but how she forgot most of her personal memories. The name of her mother sounds strange to her, like it was remote, she doesn’t remember anything about her father. She told me how she never fitted in, even then, because of her abilities, how lonely she was.

Then she told me about Father Joey. About that resignation, that strong instinct of survival and how it scares her that she never rebelled, because she was seeing the others die. She told me about the torture… She cried again, showing me one of her scars, a cross on her upper thigh, just below her ass cheek. This was the worst, she couldn’t sit for weeks and it became infected, she got fever and thought she would die. She talked about this one for a long time. It was painful to hear, and I had to bite my cheek not to cry, mostly because I hate thinking of her pain, but also because I can relate to this kind of pain.

What I hadn’t see coming was me opening up to her, talking about hell in details for the first time, about my mom when she died, when she came back… I hadn’t anticipated that I would have so much to say about physical pain, how desperate I feel when I get new wounds before the last one are healed… I hadn’t anticipated how easy it would be to talk to her.

She took me in her arms and told me how brave she thinks I am…

She said she was sorry. Sorry to be wary and sorry she hurt Jody. Sorry I thought she didn’t trust me. There is nothing to be sorry about, she’s perfect. I couldn’t tell her but I kissed her forehead and gave her my best smile.

I told her I’m sorry for that night, sorry I couldn’t stay away. She took my hand and locked her damp eyes in mine

“Dean, I’m not a child. Stop acting like you did this alone. I wanted this to happen”, she said.

So I talked about Sasha, and she became nervous. At first I thought it was because she cheated on him, but she started explaining their relationship to me. It was a shock and I felt so bad for him. What it must be to be in love with her, hearing her constantly saying that she doesn’t love you, that she has sex with other dudes ! I’d be such a mess.

She asked for advice… for the first time I heard her ask for help. But I couldn’t help her, who am I to tell her to break up with him ? Am I even sure I would give her that advice for the good reasons ? Shit, I’m so lost.

I wanted to know her and now she finally tells me everything, it’s like she let me in, opening her heart completely. I should be thrilled, instead of that I’m terrified.

 She’s hunched, arms around her knees, back against my chest. We gave up sleeping and started watching TV half an hour ago to doze before Sammy knock on the door. She’s laughing quietly at the cartoon she’s watching, and I’m breathing her hair discreetly, asking myself why Jody thought she was so in love with Sasha.

“I should get up and take a shower” she says clouded.

“It’s five. Sammy won’t knock until six or seven. Don’t you want to sleep a little ?”

“I’ll sleep in the car, and I’ll sleep in my bedroom. Right now I just don’t want to sleep” saying that she turns her head toward me, her nose an inch away from my mouth.

She looks at me and my heart start beating faster. I want her. Really bad. I could rip her closes off and take her here and now. None of those open discussions and friendship display have changed anything. Her mouth looks delicious and I want to feel it everywhere on me, I crave her hand on my crotch, my mouth watering at the idea of going down on her, sinking my nails in her thigh to keep her still while she falls apart…

I can feel it, the control go numb, and I lift my hand toward her.

 Your Pov

His hand comes up and brushes your throat, his thumb coming to your cheek. You're captivated by his face, looking at you so closely. You keep your head turned toward him, your back against his firm chest, his hand lingering on your jaw and neck.

What if he wanted you again ? Why ? Your eyes must still be red from crying all the tears, your hair messy, shadows under your eyes...

He sighs deeply and his hand travels along your collar bones, he leans on you and plant an open mouth kiss on your jaw. Without realizing it at the time, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling heat invade your all body.

"Fuck" he says. "You're blazing..."

He kisses your jaw again, his hand traveling down your shirt and slipping under it, immediately coming to cup your breasts, surprised to find no bra -you took this uncomfortable shit off the last time you went to the bathroom-. You moan and shift a little, to let one of your leg fall onto the mattress. His second hand comes on your thigh, preventing you from squeezing your legs again. He breathes fast you feel his heart beat like crazy. Your brain doesn't know what to do with all that : Dean is turned on, why ? Why you ? Is it because of something you did ? Did you tease him again ?... You can't think straight and you don't want to. You just need him.

You stretch your neck to reach his lips and he turns his head to kiss you. Kissing Dean again... Having his perfect plump lips on yours again. You want to turn around to face him, and kiss him all you want but his hands keep you still. You whine but he just smiles.

"What are you trying to do, Y/n ?" he asks.

You try to shift toward him but you can't move.

"What do you want ? " He says caressing your nipple with his thumb, and letting his other hand go up your inner thigh.

"You..." is all you can say in a plaintive moan.

He groans and wraps his arms around your chest to lift you just enough to push his left leg on your side, sitting you between his thighs. He takes one of your breast firmly in his huge palm, pressing your body against his. His erection leans on your lower back, and he thrusts it with restrain. You don't want him to refrain, you want him to take all he wants, to give him all he needs, so you roll your hips, pressing your ass against his crotch.

"Y/n..." he moans. "Fuck..."

And suddenly the hand on you thigh slips pass the waistband of your pants and in your panties. You jump and put a hand on his wrist like you wanted to stop him, but you can't, and you don't even try hard.

His middle finger teases you, his teeth come to you neck, nibbling. You start to pant, feeling you pussy soaking his hand. He gently caresses your clit then puts his finger inside you, making you moan and shake and pant.

"Dean... why..."

You want to ask him why he doesn't seek satisfaction for himself instead but you can't talk. He adds his forefinger inside you and goes as deep as he can, thrusting slowly but with force and determination.

"Ah !" you groan, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

His mouth is on your jaw, kissing, biting ; and the palm on your chest comes up, wrapping again you throat without squeezing. His waist moves by itself, seeking release.

"Dean... Dean take me..." you moan but it only makes him bend his finger inside you and touch your clit with his thumb.

You can't speak anymore, you just breath heavily, mouth agape, head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your body is trembling and your pussy is throbbing around his fingers harder and harder.

"Please..." you just beg in a wail.

"Yeah Baby ?" he asks panting.

"Please..." you whisper, not even able to think anymore.

"Fuck, Y/n. Open your eyes".

You try to obey but you can't control you body anymore."

"I ca... I can't !" you whine.

"Look at me" he insists. "Look at me when you come".

You open your unfocused eyes and just see his sweaty face before all goes blank.

Maybe this is heaven.

Maybe you're dying.

You couldn't care less.

Your body is feeling everything and nothing anymore.

It's perfect.

Then you come back slowly. His fingers still inside you, his mouth on yours, kissing your parted lips, still stroking his crotch to your back. He withdraw his fingers and it's like nothing's keeping you upright anymore, you slide a little.

Then he gets up in a flash and locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door loudly. You look at the door in shock and try to get up, soaking your own thigh, your legs numb. When you reach the bathroom door, you hear him moan and groan, you even hear the noise his hand makes against himself brutally. You knock on the door.

"Dean... open the door."

He doesn't answer.

"Dean, please let me help..."

But he never comes out or answer and you sit against the door, completely lost, now hearing the shower run.

When Sammy knocks on the door, Dean gets out all clean and ready almost making you fall, he opens the door to Sammy telling him you need to shower because he called dibs in the bathroom, and follows his brother outside.

 Dean Pov

 Everything hurts. My body is covered in bruises and my brain tortures me.

She went to Sasha's and stayed a few days in the bunker alone because she had exams almost each days during two weeks. She's not here and it makes me sad, like all of the world was empty. I can't fully control my body anymore, everything makes me think of her falling apart in my arms, pleading me, and I get boners every twenty minutes. Yesterday, a bag I was holding squeezed my fingers, the one I used to make her beg, and I had to touch myself before breakfast...

So I hunt. I hunt and fight violently, ripping flesh and breaking jaws. It need it.

I see how Sammy looks at me, worried, like when I had the Mark of Cain, only I don't have it anymore. I'm only fucking obsessed with the most forbidden girl in my entourage.

"Okay, what is it ?" he finally asks on the way to our next hunt.

"What ?" I ask innocently, keeping my eyes on the road.

"This ! You !" he makes fun of me. "Can't we just take a break ? This nest sounds huge, couldn't we send more numerous hunters ?"

"Call backup if you think you have to but I'm going" I say making him sigh.

He looks at me, turn the music down and asks :

"Does it have to do something with Y/n?"

"What about her ?" I ask trying not to sound panicked.

"I don't know, you two seem very close and..." he tries but I cut him.

"She's our friend, yes, and ? I'm not the one constantly texting her..."

I like that they text so much, because it's a way to have news of her several times a day without asking myself, and it allows me to use that argument.

I turn the volume up.

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Okay maybe I went too hard on myself. Taking this hunt was a bad idea, I was tired, I was reckless. I'm hurt. Sam is making stitches on my back, where the glass cut my skin, I see what he is doing on the mirror, and I see the huge bruises covering my entire back. I wince when he pulls a shard out of my flesh.

"You are in pieces" he says. "You should clean up your face, it's cut everywhere. That was a bad idea. We're going home now, maybe Y/n can convince you to rest".

If you knew Sammy...

The journey is long and painful, my back hurts like a bitch, my left shoulder can't move, my lower lip is so cut I bleed when I try to speak, my knee aches and I limp. I feel like I'm ground inside, and I think of her...

 When I open the bunker door, I hope she's awake. I just need to see her, talk to her maybe, know how her exams went, let her ease my pain with her smile. But it's late and there's no light on...

Sam takes a big glass of water in the kitchen and says he's heading for bed. I look around, and sit at the kitchen table, she must be sleeping, good for her. I should go to bed too but knowing she's just there frustrate me too much, I haven't seen her in almost three weeks. I get up to take a beer when my phone rings.

"Let me see how bad it is" her text says. She's not asleep !

"What ?"

"Sammy told me you were wounded..."

I put my beer down and head for her room, feeling my willpower fade.

I knock and she opens the door, wearing a flannel of mines, her legs naked. Did she do it on purpose ? I mean, she knows what she does to me, doesn't she... The warm light of her bedside lamp pacify me. Seeing my face, she looks hurt and open the door widely so I can come in. I wanted to tell her many things but I stay silent, looking at her examining my face with frown brows.

"Does it hurt ?" she asks quietly.

"Yeah..." I admit, like I don't have to be brave, like I just won't lie to her.

And I turn around. She understand and raise my shirt, revealing my badly bruised and cut back.

"God, Dean" she says, gently brushing her fingers on my arm.

She skirts me and stand in front of me with a really pained look.

"Why ?" she asks.

"It's the job Y/n..."

"No, you should have called me. Dean..." she nestles her face on my chest. "And you're so cold... Dean this is unfair" she whispers.

I put my hand on her head and try not to think about kissing her. I feel like I could cry, being here is the only thing I want, but I have to go.

Before I can move she takes a step back and starts unbuttoning her flannel looking me in the eye. I try to speak but she lets it fall at her feet, leaving her in only her black panties, her body on full display for the first time. Her breasts I love so much, so soft and round, her belly, her belly button, her waist, soft and calling me. This body I dream of all the time, this body I know by heart by studying it through her clothes, this body I get to see for the first time... She 's got scars everywhere, like freckles, some tiny some larger, representing symbols, I don't care about them, hell I love them, because they are part of her, because it is who she is. I take the time to look at her, biting my lips to prevent myself from kissing her.

She takes a step toward me and takes my shirt off. I wince because dressing and undressing is really painful these days, but she makes it easier.

"Y/n... This is..."

"Shhh, let me take care of you for once" she whispers, and then she kisses my shoulder, right below stitches I have there.

She puts a hand on my chest and kisses my jaw where it is purple, then she kisses my lips, where it's not cut. I take a deep breath and kiss her back eagerly, hurting myself.

"Hey..." she whispers, brushing her thumb on my bleeding lip. "Why are you so cold ?".

I don't know, exhaustion maybe... I shrug but that hurts to. She slowly wraps her arms around my neck and play with my hair, pressing her almost naked body on mine, her breasts crushing against my skin. She's so warm, so soft, everything my life is not...

She makes me take a few steps back until I have no choice but to sit on her bed, and she stays standing before me. She comes between my legs and her beautiful chest is to the height of my eyes, I lean my forehead on her skin, and wrap her by the waist, taking her softness and her warm as close as possible. I could cry. She strokes my hair and my neck gently, letting me kiss her chest and her stomach, and exploring her back with my two hands.

We've never been so intimate. I'm not in a rush, I could cuddle all night, forget I can't have her, forget about Jody and everyone else, forget this is wrong.

She slowly falls on her knees and her face is just below mine, I kiss her again. And again. She smiles on my lips and puts her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently, massaging my sore muscles. Then she starts unbuttoning my pants and I sigh at the idea of her touching me there.

"Y/n..."

She slips her hand on my jeans, touching me through my boxers. Fuck she's killing me. I'm so hard it hurts ; I wince and close my eyes. She stops and take my pants down, and then my underwear and let them hang on my calves, stuck by my shoes, making me lift my ass for a second. She kisses my stomach and gets back on her feet, watching me.

Am I to old for her, not brawny enough ? Maybe she though I looked like Sam underneath, I don't, I'm pale and a little chubby here and there... Oh, she's looking down...

"I..." I try to find something to say but she puts a finger on my lips, and kisses me.

She takes her panties off and I can feel my mouth watering. Fuck, I can see how wet she is from where I am, a discreet drop rolling on her inner thigh. How can she be so turned on by me ? How can it be so simple ?

She straddles me and I can't take my eyes off of her pussy, but she wraps her hand around my cock and I close my eyes. For a second I hear only my own breath, and feel only the bolts of electricity her fingers send through my entire body. I imagined that so often : that it was her hand stroking me, not mine.

I open my eyes and meet hers, they're wet and she's biting her lips, why do I see so much emotions on her face ?

"Y/n, I... you don't have to..." I moan but she cuts me by kissing my lips carefully, to avoid hurting me.

"I want you so much Dean..." she whispers getting closer, and this sentence almost makes me come in her hand.

"Then have me" I say touching her ass and kissing her.

"It's about you Dean... what do you want ?" she asks in my ear, still stroking me gently.

I can't lie to her, I don't want to, so I kiss her lips, her jaw, her collarbone, and I moan :

"I want to be inside of you."

Where it's safe and warm and perfect...

She whimpers and kisses me three times before lining herself with me. She sinks slowly and her breathing fasten instantly, I focused on her body swallowing me. Once her pelvis touches mine, she stops and closes her eyes for a moment, then she starts rolling her hips, sending me to heaven.

I look at her, at her beautiful, sweaty, flushed face, and take her in my arms kissing her lips again, wrapping her with one arm, touching her breasts with the other.

Despite myself I start meeting her thrusts and she clings to my neck, panting.

"Y/n... Oh God, Y/n..." I say low, unable to form a sentence.

The pain is gone, it's all gone. I take her ass in my hand and thrust a little deeper, making her groan. I feel it, how close she is, how lost her eyes are, I love this. I want to see it, I have to hold on a little longer. I want to stay inside her forever but I also want to fall of that cliff so bad...

"You..." she moans out of breath, taking my head in her hands, trying to kiss me but failing when I thrust deeper, her mouth open against mine. "Ah ! You..."

Suddenly her body shakes and burns, her pussy throbbing hard around me, making me fall of the cliff. I still deep inside her and feel I'm filling her up, my head falls back and I open my mouth, unable to make a sound.

We stay like this for a moment, breathless and nested. I should go but I just can't, so I kiss her lips again, and take her with me on the bed. I can't press on my back, so I lie on my stomach and she grazes my wounds with her fingers, kissing my skin now and then.

"It can't become a habit" I murmur, hating my own voice.

"Yes" she says and lay her naked body besides me, looking into my eyes.

"God, today SUCKED" you sighed as you peeled off your blood covered shirt and threw it haphazardly on the floor. Dean grunted in response, kicking off his boots and stretching. "I need to get this dried blood off of me right now or I'm going to loose my shit" you stated, heading for the bathroom. Dean followed behind you, stripping off his shirt as well

You were a hunter that had been working with the Winchesters for years now. At first, you were only supposed to go with them on a couple hunts, but you all worked so well together that you just stuck around. After beating around the bush for several months, Dean had finally asked you out and now you two had been dating for almost 2 years. You were incredibly happy with him, and he was just as content that he finally found someone who understood this life and loved him through it all. But some days were not easy. Like today. It was supposed to be a simple raid of a vampire nest, but it turned into an ambush, lots of injuries and Dean nearly losing his life right in front of you. You shuddered as you recalled the last few hours

Two vamps were holding him back while the leader came at him with a dagger and stabbed him right in the side. Hard. He twisted the knife while Dean yelled in agony and fell over. You were far away from him, but had seen the entire thing happen. You swiftly beheaded the vamp lunging at you as his blood spurted all over you and started running to Dean, screaming his name. Sammy was right there too, panic in his eyes as he was finally able to take out the rest of the nest. After what seemed like a lifetime, you reached him. He was laying on his back, clutching his side as he winced in pain

"DEAN! BABY! OH MY GOD!" you cried out, tears already streaming down your cheeks. Castiel wasn't there to heal him, and you were panicking; looking down at Dean's gushing wound. It was literally oozing blood onto the concrete. And Dean's face was slowly getting whiter and whiter by the second. You grabbed onto his hand and looked up at Sam helplessly, silently looking to him for advice

"CAS!" Sam shouted. "CAS! WE NEED YOU! PLEASE!!" Sam was starting to panic too, you could see it in his eyes. If Cas didnt show up soon, this wouldn't end well. Dean was barely conscious at the moment, grasping onto you tightly with his bloody hand

"Y/N, baby....stop....stop cryin... M'fine" Dean whispered groggily. You looked down at him desperately before hearing the flutter of wings behind you. You spun around and immediately sighed in relief when you saw Cas. Of course, he healed him immediately and all was well

The shower felt so good, it was hitting your back and head softly, the water running red from the blood coming out of your hair. Dean had hopped in next to you and started washing the blood off of him as well. His hands grasped your shoulders and started rubbing them soothingly. You spun around to face him and run your hands down his chest. Your fingers ghosted over his ribs, to where the stab wound was just an hour ago. Dean tilted your chin up to look at him gently

"Y/N...I'm okay alright? We've got Cas. As long as we've got him, we are pretty much guaranteed to be okay" he said soothingly, rubbing your cheek

"I just...there's always a chance one of us won't make it out. Every time. Before, it may not have mattered much whether we made it out in one piece or not. But now we have each other. We're living for more than just ourselves...I wouldn't be okay without you....would you be okay without me?" You whispered. Dean's face hardened as he looked right into your eyes

"No baby. No I would not be okay. I dont want this life or any life without you in it" he whispered before pulling you into him. You two stayed like that for a few minutes before you started getting pruny. You both headed to bed and almost immediately fell asleep. Dean's soft snores filled the room and you were sleeping peacefully until you started having a nightmare. In your dream, Dean was getting tortured right in front of you by people who were trying to get information out of you

You must've been jolting around a lot in your sleep, because Dean suddenly woke up with a start and looked over at you with concern. Your face was contorted in fear, your head spasming back and forth and eyelids fluttering. You were whimpering quietly. Dean frowned at you sadly, knowing you were having a nightmare

"Y/N, sweetheart. Wake up. Wake up baby I'm here" he soothed. Your whimpering continued as your breathing got more laboured

"Nnnnnooo...ppplease....don't hurt him...pleeeease...stop..." you muttered, eyebrows furrowed. Dean's heart sank, he felt so bad for putting you through everything today. He shook your shoulders a little more roughly, not wanting to let you suffer through the dream anymore

"Y/N baby come on, wake up. I'm here. I'm here, I got you" he called out. He kissed your lips, rubbing your arms soothingly. Slowly, you came out of your sleep and opened your eyes to see your boyfriend hovering above you alive and well. You immediately pulled him down to you and squeezed him tightly

"Shhhhh, it's okay. I got you sweetheart" Dean kissed your shoulder and cheek before burying his head in your neck. Your heaving chest started to slow down as you forced yourself to take deep breaths. "There you go. I'm here. I'm here Y/N" he whispered soothingly. He just held you like that for as long as it took for you to be calm again. Soon, it was just you two peacefully laying cuddled up in each other's arms

"I think I should take a break from hunting for awhile..." Dean broke the silence. You looked up at him confused

"Why do you say that honey? You asked softly. You trailed your fingers along his jawline as he spoke. Dean kissed the top of your forehead before continuing

"Because it's not worth it to do this job and come home to the most amazing person ever and give her nightmares" he stated firmly. You immediately felt guilty, even though you knew he wasnt blaming you

"Dean...I love you. I love everything that makes you, you. Hunting is your life sweetheart. It's mine too. We save people. Not many people can say they have the power to do that" you reasoned

"You are my life Y/N" Dean corrected. "I'm not willing to watch you suffer just so I can keep saving people's asses"

You sighed and propped yourself up on your elbows to stare down at him. "You're not giving up hunting. You know why? Because I'm not giving it up, and you will follow me anywhere" you pointed out with a smile. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but you held a finger over it. "I agree that maybe we should tone down the whole....let's go take on the biggest case with the most dangerous monsters thing for awhile. Just do smaller ones. It will be a nice little break for us. But we're not giving up hunting Dean. There's too many people out there who need us" you finished

Dean just gave you a satisfied smile and grabbed the back of your head to pull you down for a kiss. "I love you baby. I love you so much. I dont know how I got so lucky" he hummed in between kisses

"We're both lucky love" you kissed him back before nestling into his side. "Now, let's get some sleep. I'm exhausted" you laughed. Dean just smiled up at the ceiling, appreciating how perfect his life was at this very moment

"Yes ma'am" he whispered before you both were pulled into a dreamless sleep

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   When you got to the bar it was already far behind midnight but it didn’t stop you all from having fun. You sat in opposite site so you could stare at her all the time, but the fact that Hyo was sitting next to her was getting on your nerves. Before going on the stage you thought of getting drunk after everything would be finished, but after seeing Y/N there was no way you could be drunk today. You order a lot of drinks, some appetizers and started celebrating your victory. It was like in old times when you used to gather together in a club or  at Jiho house, watching movies and drinking cola or beer, discussing new music, listening to the old one and jamming to k-pop songs, making stupid IG stories and just funny videos. Those times were so precious and you got the feeling that it was hundreds years ago or even didn’t happen at all. 

   After several shots of cocktails you started playing 3-6-9* and it was god damn fun, cause you drank only four glasses while Y/N was taking the sixth, except those times when her faithful knight Shin Hyoseob take shots for her, but they were both drank soon. Jiho could hardly move his legs to get to the toilet. You could say for sure it was your day) The clock on your phone swowed 5 a.m., you looked on Hangzoo who slept peacefully on the table, while Hyo’s head rest comfortable on Y/N’s lap. Jiho went out bearly holding himself on his feet.

“Yaaaa, what the hell, we just starttLLeDd having funn, wake them up!!! I need moree drinks, we havent Sinished yet!” he started waving his hands.

“ We gonna continue at home, so let’s just leave, the bar is already closed, we had to pay them extra for that mess” you pulled him to your car and returned to take the others. For Crush and Hangzoo you called a taxi and with screams and opposing you managed to put them in a cab. Then you called a drive to pick you three up. After Jiho was successfully returned to his bed you met with a problem of not knowing Y/N’s  adress.

“Y/N!!! Wake up!”  you shook her shoulder slightly, she opened her eyes slightly.

“Mmmm, Hyuk?? What ... you doing here?” she slapped your arm.

“Where do you live right now?”

“There’s no way you are here, I am dreaGing right now, am I? Aishhh, look the taxi driver from Mino and Bobby’s MV, heyyyyy ajeossi, turn up the music paliwaaa**” you burst with laugh.

“Y/N, tell me the adress and I’ll turn the music.” she mumbled the adress and started singing and speaking english***. 

   When you brought her to the appartment the sky was already getting light gray. The flat was not very big but it looked cozy and full, you wished you could stay here with her forever and never to return to your empty cold house. You lay her down on the bed, took off her shoes and top with jeans. She slept mumbling something that only she could understood. It was hard to stand the temptation to touch her so, your hand went up her face and then lower to her neck and collar-bone. You waited for that moment for ages, and now she is right in front of you defenseless. You kissed her cheek  moving slowly to neck and returning to her lips wich tasted like tequila with chocolate it seemed like five minutes had passed till you find a strength to tear yourself away from her. The most disappointing thing was that you had to leave her right now, or else it would be hard for both of you to become at least friends. And you knew, you needed that friendship to see her and to persuade her that you are not who you used to be. After covering her with blanket and putting a glass of water on the night table you left. 

Part 9 -> Part 11

a/n I don’t know if t suite the story well, but I decided to write some Dean’s thoughts to make the situation more clear. I hope you gonna like it. Don’y be afraid to tell me what is good and what is not.

* 3-6-9 (korean drinking game)

**paliwa means hurry up in korean