#deanavampire

A Forbidden Love

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warning; Angt/ Lust/ Passion/ stalking/ bloodsucking/ tension/ jealousy/ flirting.

I know I did write one before but wasn't feeling it and hated it so im rewriting it

Tagged list @donnaintx @amanda-teaches @sourwolf-sterek32 @myinconnelly1 @marvelfansworld @twdeadfanfic

(Dean Pov)

"I knew it was wrong but yet something about her wanted me to know more about her. There was a reason why I needed her. To me she was the most beautiful human being ever. The sight of her made me feel things I though I lost years ago. She was the radiant. The way her hair fell on her face so perfect in every way. The way her eyes would light up under the pale moon sky. She was beautiful to me and the most fragile thing I ever saw. I knew I should stay away from but I couldn't.

Sitting on a park bench writing in your journal and looking over the tiny bridge where you see too couple kissing and laughing. You smile to yourself. Seeing couples did make you sad at times but made your heart hurt. You did want to have someone but the dating department wasn't your strongest.

Sighing to yourself you close your journal and start walking home. Getting off the bench you take one last look. Watching the leaves change color. The Autumn smell tickling your nose. The tiny breeze running thought your body. Walking slowly enjoying the weather. With out looking you bump into someone. You drop your bag and your journal on the floor. Before you can bend down someone picks your journal up. You look straight at him. Your mouth and body freeze. He was beautiful. Tan skin. Blonde spikey hair the way his face was shaped so muscular and sharp. What caught you off guard was those eyes. Those apple green eyes. You could spend hours looking into them. As you both looked into each others.

"I'm so sorry sometimes I get caught up in things I forget where im going" you said brushing your hair to the other side. He smile at you. He handed you back your journal.

'Its okay" he says smiling at her

(Dean pov)

"She was beautiful and pure. Something about her made me wanna be around her. The way she carried herself. Her scent was something I never expected. I couldn't put my finger on it. I had these feeling in my heart which is something I had never felt. The way she looked. Her beautiful long hair( or short) hair blowing in the wind. Her ( eye color) told me something about her. I can see sadness and pain.

"My name(y/n). You say smiling at the handsome stranger.

"Dean Dean Winchester " he says smiling at her.

Five years later.

Dean sitting in this library office hunched over looking through his father old books and papers. A bottle of whiskey sitting in the middle of the table. Few candles around him for light. Looking through his dad files he sees a picture of a girl she looks familiar but he can't remember. Pouring a glass of whiskey. He grabs the glass taking a sip. Feeling the warm amber burning this thoart. He smikes to himself thinking about (y/n) the one girl who changed his heart forever. He cares for her only. He knows he hast to start away from her. He can not let let his secret out.

Laying on your bed looking up at the ceiling. Listening to your iPod. You smile to yourself for the past five years you have been thinking about that one gorgeous man you met five years ago. You can't stop thinking about him. He was beautiful it was like looking at a Greek God. Laying on your side you remember those eyes. Those green eyes. How could you not remember those eyes and his beautiful smile. Laying there in the dark. Slowly letting your eyes drop and soon fall into a deep sleep.

Waking up you find yourself in a place you never have seen before. Hearing birds chirping. Cloudy rain weather. Small raindrops dripping on you. Stretching you get up slowly. You look around you are in a forest. Looking down at your self. You are in light blue long sweetheart dress. Covering every curve of your body. A little coat around you. You hear your name being called. Walking down the tiny path. Feeling the little drops of rain hit the trees. Grabbing your coat tighter.

Walking along the tiny bridge things start to change before your eyes. The raindrops begin to disappear your clothes become drier. The sun being to break through. The tress that were once bare become full of color. The grass becomes greener. Flowers start to bloom.

Walking you see someone standing there. He was a young man about six foot. His back to me. You walk up to him before her even turns around.

"Hello(y/n) he says waving his hand to. You walk closer to. He turns around to you. Smiling waving his hand a red rose appears in front of you. You look at him taking a little tiny rose.

"Dean" you say looking at him. He smiles at you. You forgot how handsome and beautiful he was. The way his hair was slicked back his strong facial feature. Those gorgeous green eyes.

"Hello beatiuful" he says cupping your cheek. Closing your eyes so a second smelling his scent. Whiskey gun powered and must. His thumb tracing along your lips. Opening your eyes you see those green eyes looking right into yours.

"Where am I " you ask. He drops his hand against his side. Sighing and look away from you. He looks out at the open lake.

"This is the only place we can meet' he say.

"What do you mean" you say walking close to him. He sighs to himself

"Do you remember that day you and I met' he says stretches his neck

You smile and look at him

"Yes I do it was one of my best night" you say smiling and holding the rose he gave you.

"Well for the past five years I been thinking about you and want to learn more about you" he says giving out his hand for you and he pulls you close. Looks into your eyes. Slowly making his way to your lips. You can feel the heat of his mouth against yours. Looking at those pink pump lips. Slowly feeling him about to kiss your alarm goes off.

Shooting out of bed fast you see your alarm beep. Breathing deeply laying back down at the ceiling. Covering your face. You feel something soft against you. Moving your hands around the bed. You feel a soft and silky item. Moving your and hand over the covers. You find a red rose.

You think to yourself was it a dream or did it happen. Putting the red rose on your night stand. Stretching you get the covers off you. Putting your feet on the floor you see leaves and others coming outta your cover. You stretch your head. "It was a dream was it' you say thinking to yourself.