#deanfic

You were half way between trees, letting out small sounds to let the squirrel know you were still below and following, when a new smell hit your nose. You scented the air and forgot about your game as you began to follow it.

It was only a few yards before you would be clear of the trees, and you were looking at the back of a motel. The smell was now a little faded, no, not faded, muddled. It was behind a wall of water, and new smells were being mixed in, but you could still pinpoint the original intoxicating scent and began to creep out of the trees and move closer as slowly and stealthily as possible. Last thing you needed was some human to spot you and shoot.

Humans and their guns.

You followed the sound of the shower and the scent in your nose to a small opened window. There was a dumpster behind it, so you leapt up to look in and see what was drawing you here.

You froze when you saw him.

He was tall, well built and naked under the spray of the shower that the window looked into. His head was back, eyes closed as he rinsed bubbles off his skin. You couldn’t help but lick your chops as you followed where they flowed.

His hands moved over his body, going lower and lower until-

It took a lot not to let out a whine at the sight of his hand wrapping around his semi hard shaft. He gave it a few pumps under the water before his other hand reached down for his balls, going under to lift them. They looked big and heavy, and you found yourself wanting to feel just how heavy.

His head went down, letting the hot water hit his head before running down to either drop off his cheekbones to tub under him, or down the back of his neck and over his strong shoulders. His eyes were closed, drops clinging to his lashes, and suddenly he did something you weren’t exactly expecting, but you salivated at the sight of.

He continued to stroke himself to hardness.

You could hear his little intakes of breath, hear the ragged way he let them back out. He cupped his balls as he worked himself up, his brow creasing as he did. His scent, even being muddled out by the water, was mouth watering. It brought out a hunger in you that you had never felt before. No one has ever affected you like this man has.

You wanted to touch him. To taste him. To fuck him.

You whined with want, and immediately realized your mistake when he began to lift his head. You bolted from your perch on the dumpster, making plenty of noise in your rush to get back to the shadows of the woods.

Dean had been in desperate need of a shower after being cooped up in the car for the last 14 hours. He needed to stretch his legs and ease his aching muscles. He wasn’t as young as he once was.

Then, on a whim, he decided to take advantage of Sam being on a beer and food run.  After rinsing off under his balls, he opted to continue to stroke himself, letting his body melt further into relaxation under the heat of the water.

A soft ‘fuck’ or two had been whispered as his head dropped down and his arm pumped a little faster. His breath hitching in his throat as he gave his balls a squeeze.

He didn’t get far, however, when he heard a noise that sounded like a whine just inches from his ear, and his head snapped up and to the left, where he swears he saw something furry rushing off and something hit the dumpster outside. “What the fuck?” His hands braced on the tiles as he got his head out the window that was just barely big enough to fit, and he looked around.

Then he heard the motel room door shut.

“Sammy?” he called out cautiously.

Quiet for a moment, before the bathroom door opened a crack. “Yeah?”

“You just get in?”

“Yeah. Got your usual. Oh, and they had one more slice of strawberry rhubarb when I got there. Cook was nice enough to heat it up for you.”

“Alright. I’ll be out in a minute.” The door shut, and Dean once again leaned out the window and looked around. “Must have been a raccoon or something..” he mused before giving himself another rinse off and turning off the water.

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When the man is done, he drops a hundred dollar bill on the floor and leaves the stall. Dean wipes cum away from his mouth with the back of his hand and tries to fight down the nausea building within him. Nausea from this place, from the smell of urine and the salty taste of cum, but also from what he’d just done.

He leans forward over the toilet and throws up, stomach acid the only thing coming up from his empty stomach. He retches a few more times and then grabs the money from the floor and stumbles to the sink. He washes his hands with soap, and then again, then splashes water on his face and rinses out his mouth. A couple guys entering the bathroom give him a sly smirk, picking up from his appearance exactly what he’d been up to. He wants to punch them. But he’s too tired, and he’s too hungry, so he dries his face and leaves.

First he stops at a burger joint nearby and drops ten dollars to buys a burger and fries and milkshake that he inhales so fast that he gets an almost immediate stomachache. But at least he’s full.

Next he stops at the open-late, mom-and-pop grocery store on the way back to the motel. He’s got enough to feed both himself and Sam for a week, probably a bit more, as long as he shops cheap. He grabs a basket and fills up on the usual—mac and cheese, instant ramen, hot dogs, peanut butter and bread. He tries to hold his hand steady as he takes each thing off the shelf, but he can’t stop trembling. He tells himself to stop thinking about it, but the man’s words echo in his head. Filthy faggot. He wants to throw the rest of the money away, never think about it—or how he got it—ever again. But he doesn’t have that luxury. Sam’s depending on him.

When he gets home, he takes a hot shower. The scalding water doesn’t do anything to wash off the feelings of shame clinging to him. What kind of man is he, turning tricks for cash? What would Dad think of him, debasing himself like this?

He rinses his mouth with Listerine, once, twice, three times. It doesn’t erase the memories of the man’s cum, sticky and warm in his mouth. He rests his palms on the edge of the counter and leans against it, taking deep breaths. He needs to pull himself together. Sam’s in the other room and Dean doesn’t want to let him know something’s wrong.

“What’s with the long showers lately?” Sam asks, as soon as Dean walks out of the bathroom. “Are you a girl now or something?”

Dean looks away, feeling like he’s been punched in the gut. Faggot, he hears again in his head. “Shut up,” he says to Sam, trying to keep his voice light, trying to pretend he’d taken it as a joke and not a reminder of what he’d done.

He starts pulling groceries out of the paper bags on the table and Sam comes over to look at what Dean got. “Gross, you couldn’t have gotten anything else?” he whines. “I’m so sick of all this stuff.”

Dean tenses, seeing red for a moment. “Jesus Christ, Sammy!” Dean slams a jar of peanut butter on the table with a loud bang. “Can you just shut the fuck up and be grateful for what I got you? For once in your goddamn life?” He takes a shaky breath, surprised at his outburst.

Sam goes completely silent. “Sorry,” he says softly, barely audible, and he moves away from Dean.

Dean immediately feels guilty, but he doesn’t have the energy to comfort Sam, not tonight. He finishes putting away the groceries and goes to bed feeling full, really full, for the first time in almost a week.

“I’m calling for Tyson Brady.”

“Name?”

“Y/N Winchester.”

“Hold please.”

It took a few minutes, but then the elevator style hold music shut off and you could almost hear the smile in Brady’s voice when he picked up with a “And what can I do for the biker princess?”

“Hopefully help.”

“What’s wrong?” his tone had changed completely and you could almost picture his lawyerly frown.

You licked your lips before filling him in. “Remember when Dean was arrested?”

“Yeah, Bakers bullshit stunt to buy time, what about it?”

“Baker told some guy who I was, that I was Dean’s wife. He was a guy from a rival MC or gang or something, I don’t know… but-”

“But?”

“He’s following me.”

“You’re sure?” You nodded even though he couldn’t see you, and it was almost like he just knew before he asked “How?”

“Someone sent Dean pictures of me and Sam in the front yard yesterday. He said the only thing other than the pictures was a PObox. There was no name, no nothing-”

“So you don’t know it was him.”

“Not for sure, no..”

“You got the PO number?”

“Uh, no. Dean didn’t tell me.”

“I’ll call him for that..” you heard rummaging and then quiet. “That can’t be it, though..”

“No.. today, I saw him.”

“The guy? Where?”

“Grocery store. He was following me, watching me.” you swallowed, looking down again as tears filled your eyes once more. “I’m scared, Brady.. It was just me and Abby, and he was there, he- he just stood there and watched us.”

“When?”

“About an hour ago? I called Sam crying, he ran to the store and the guy was just gone. What if it’s him who sent the pictures to Dean? It means he knows where I live. Dean’s flipping out, I’m scared he’s going to do something stupid in there and I’m scared this asshole is going to get me out here, and- I- I didn’t know who else to call but you..”

“Hey, relax, okay? Look, you did good calling me. I’m going to officially represent you, okay? I’m not just Alex’s lawyer anymore, I’m yours now. Look, I’m gonna grab the next flight in, okay? Might be a few days, but I’ll come down, I’ll meet up with Dean's lawyer and see what we can find out about these pictures, and I’ll file another report against Baker.”

“I’m so fucking scared…”

“I know. I know. You’re not alone, are you?”

“No. Dean made Sam move in a few days ago.” You glanced up as Brutus padded into the room. Patting your thigh, he came over and rested his head on it, head tilting to encourage you to scratch behind his ear. You were happy to obliged.

“Okay. That’s good. How’s Alex?”

“Freaked out too. I sent some MC guys to make sure he was safe at school, it freaked him out and he rushed home.”

“Look, I’m about to check for a flight. I see you when I get to town. I’m also going to reach out to Dean’s lawyer. If I find out anything before I see you, I’ll call.”

“Thanks, Brady. I don’t know where we’d be without you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. See you soon.”

As you hung up, you ran your thumb along the side of your phone. You wished Dean would call again, just so you knew he was okay, that he hadn’t done something stupid. “Please..” you whispered while staring at your screen. “Please please please..”

“You okay?” You looked up at Sam standing in the doorway, and he sighed. “Of course you're not. Did you call Dean’s lawyer?”

You shook your head. “Brady. He’s uh- he’s gonna come down. Get up Bakers ass again, talk to Dean’s lawyer for me..” you bit your bottom lip and started to chew on it. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Being here. That day. Today. Brady. Take your pick.”

“You’re family.” he gave you a soft smile. “Go on up and take a warm shower. Dinner won't be ready for about an hour, so you’ve got time. I know it’s hard for you to relax, but-”

“I’m pregnant, so I need to try. I know.” Sighing, you dropped your phone onto the coffee table before making your way to the stairs, Brutus following behind you at first but he stopped to sit next to his master. “Sam?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.” without another word from either of you, you made your way up the stairs and into your bedroom. Once the door shut behind you, you leaned on it and looked around. Pictures on the dressers, his clothes, his things, this was the hardest that it had hit you that Dean wasn’t here, he couldn’t protect you. Letting yourself slide to the floor, you gave yourself a few minutes to cry.

You were running, running, always running. Running from something, something you could feel more than see. A feeling, one of dread. Terror. The kind of terror that left a pit in your stomach and made you want to throw up, but you couldn’t, you had to keep running. Running through the streets, running through trees, through houses, the scenery always changed but you weren’t getting anywhere, you weren’t getting any farther away from it. You were running with something hot on your tail and no end in sight.

Tears streamed down your face, sweat clung to your skin as you pushed yourself harder, faster, frantically looking as you ran, looking for your safe place. Looking for Dean.

You skidded to a halt in the endless aisles of a supermarket when you came face to face with a man you’d only ever seen. He was massive, giant, built like a tank that could never be taken down. He took up the whole aisle, you couldn’t see anything, not even light beyond him. He was darkness and dread that swallowed it all up, and he had his eyes set on you.

You turned and ran, back down the way you’d come. A glance behind you showed you that he was following. Not running, but keeping up all the same.

And then you slammed into something. A hard body that sent a chill of terror down your spine.

You were shaking as you looked up at him, a face you’d hadn’t seen in years, not even in your worst nightmares. “No..” you shook your head frantically trying to get some distance from him. “No.. no.”

“Where’s my son?”

“Please…” you begged, stumbling as you stepped back and fell to the ground. You tried to scurry away only to bump your back against legs. Dread and terror now towered over you. The man who tried to kill you once, and the man who wanted to do it now. “Please.. This isn’t real.” you  sobbed, backing against a shelf and curling up as small as you could. “You’re not real. You’re not real. You’re not real..” the words on repeat as all light was blocked out and your world got dark. It suddenly felt like you were falling.

Despair.

There was no help, no one was coming to save you this time. They had you trapped and cornered and it would hurt even more than the last time, you knew that. You were surrounded by darkness and pain that wouldn’t relent and no one was coming to save you this time.

This was it.

He’d finally kill you.

“Please..” you sobbed before letting out a pained cry.

You hear a crash and barking, then feel someone grabbing at you. It puts you in a panic, you start screaming, louder and louder, pushing, fighting as you get pulled up to sit.

“Hey! Hey, relax, it’s me, it’s Sam.” You keep fighting, eyes now open and darting around in fear. It’s your room, you’re in your room but is it real this time? Is this really Sam holding your shoulders. “Hey. It was just a bad dream, I’m here, I’ve got you.”

You looked at him, searching his face for truth. “Are you-”

“I’m real, I’m here.” A large hand cupped your cheek, his attempt at grounding you again, proving to you that he’s in fact right there to save you from whatever had put so much fear in you. Your hand went to his chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingers proved to you he was real. He was real. He was here, and he had saved you. You didn’t say a word, the tears started pouring out again and you let him wrap his arms around you. You sobbed against his shoulder. “It was just a bad dream.” he soothed, hand smoothing down your hair and down your back before coming up and repeating the movement. “It was just a bad dream. I’ve got you.”

Hearing the creak of the floor boards, your eyes opened again to see Alex in the doorway, his eyes full of worry. “Mom?”

Sam lets you go, even though you’re still shaking, even though the tears haven’t stopped yet, he lets you go. “Alex.” you breath on a sob, and he’s rushing in to you, all but throwing himself against you as you wrap your arms around your son, clinging to the back of his shirt as you cry.

“You scared me, mom. I heard you screaming and I-” You duck your head, burying it against his shoulder. “I haven’t heard you scream like that in so long. Not since dad.”

“He was there.” you whisper against him. “He was there, him and that guy.. They- they had me trapped and no one would help me.” you were shaking with sobs again. “I couldn’t get away. I couldn’t get away.”

Alex started to rock you, side to side like you had done to him when he was small. “Yeah.” Alex nodded. “I remember those dreams.” Alex sighs now before whispering. “I have them too.”

It's a few minutes of quiet between you, Alex gently rocking you while Sam quietly watched, his brow still furrowed with a worried frown. “I know you’re probably too old, but-”

“I’ll stay, mom.” He pulls away now, still holding you, but now he’s looking in your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll stay. Just like Dean always did for me.”

You sniffle, hand now cupping his cheek as you smile at him and nod. You’re so proud of him, proud of this brave and strong man he’s growing up to be. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mom.” he smiled. “Let’s try and get back to sleep, okay?”  You nodded, both of you letting each other go as you laid back, letting yourself get comfortable again, as Alex got in next to you.

“How about I get Abby.” Sam says quietly from where you find him standing by the door. “You need your family right now.”

“Thanks, Sam.”

He gives you a smile before he walks out. A moment later, you hear him coming back up the hall with a sleeping Abby in his arms. You pull the blanket down, and Sam lays her between you and Alex so she’s nestled right in the middle. Pulling the blanket up, Abby just shifts and rolls so she’s facing Alex, making him smile at her before he closes his eyes.

When Sam pulls away from the bed, you look over at him. You don’t realize you’re afraid he’ll leave until he speaks in a soothing tone and promises “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here, I promise.” You watch him as he walks around to the foot of the bed and gets comfortable in Dean’s armchair by the closet. “Get some sleep.” he says as he tries getting comfortable.

Once you’re sure he means it, that he isn’t leaving, you wrap your arms around Abby and duck your head so your nose is in her hair and breath in the scent of her watermelon shampoo.

You’re not alone.

You’re not alone.

You’re not alone.

He can’t get you.

He’s not real and you’re not alone.

Finally, you close your eyes again and pray for better dreams as you feel the weight of Brutus jumping onto your bed and curling up on top of your feet.

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“Nervous flyer?”

“Terrified, actually.” you gave him an awkward chuckle. “Silly, right?”

“Perfectly normal.” You glanced over to the other man who’d spoken, giving you an understanding look. “Flying is bullshit.”

“Agreed.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad.” The man in front of you spoke again. “Get in, buckle up, and before you know it, you’re getting off again.” He gave you a reassuring smile. “You’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.” There was so much sincerity in his face you believed him.

“I get a 'suck it up' and she gets a ‘it’ll all be okay’!?”

“She’s not my brother, Dean.”

“Whatever.” ‘Dean’ shoved the man in front of you. “Just get the damn tickets so we can get this over with.”

They parted ways, but before he could get far, you stopped the guy who’d tried reassuring you. “Hey!” He turned. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiled at you. “You’ll be alright. Promise.” You returned his smile and gave him a nod.

You were anxiously bouncing your leg as you sat in your seat, waiting to take off, eyes going out the window at the tarmac below. Hearing familiar voices, you looked up and were surprised to see them. As soon as they noticed you looking at them, they seemed to freeze.

“You’re on this flight?” he asked, a touch of panic in his face.

“Yeah.. I didn’t know you would be too..”

He looked to Dean behind him, then back at you. “Guess we’re aisle mates.” he gave you a reserved smile before he started forward again, and got into the seat right next to you, Dean dropping into the seat on the aisle.

“Two nervous flyers to deal with, lucky you.” you teased him, trying to lighten the mood and push back your fears.

“Yeah.. lucky me.”

Your smile faded at that and you turned away to look out the window again. Looks like you’ll be getting through this on your own. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your iPod and put in headphones.

“Just try to relax.”

“Just try to shut up.” Dean snapped back, right before music kicked in and filled your ears.

Dean had gotten up and wandered around a few times. Sam had also gotten up. You wondered what they were doing. Every time they moved around a lot it made you nervous. So did the quiet whispers they shared. Something was wrong, you knew it.

They’d gone back to talk to a stewardess, then she’d come out and got the copilot. What the hell was happening, were they hijackers!? Was that way he’d looked panicked to see you on the flight? You could ID them? You glanced back to see the stewardess now standing nervously outside the closed curtain, the fear she felt evident on her face.

Others started to look back as grunts were heard coming from the other side of the curtain. Then, it got quiet. Scary quiet. Everyone who’d been looking back suddenly turned back around. But not you. Something still didn’t feel right.

The curtain opened, Sam starting to come out, and then suddenly it felt like you were falling. Screams of panic sounded all around you as the cabin went dark. Someone who’d been walking back from the bathroom fell into a seat while others scrambled to get buckled back in. Fear gripped you as you looked around. Items were flying around, a page from someone's newspaper flew around, hitting you in the face before disappearing somewhere behind you.

The screams, the panic, it was never ending. It hadn’t even registered yet that you were screaming along with them as the plane plummeted towards the ground.

This was it.

You were going to die.

And as quick as it started, it stopped. The plane stopped falling, people stopped screaming. Everyone was looking around, checking on the people around them. You were shaking, you couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t look around, couldn’t say a word. The fear was still very much there, gripping you tight.

“Hey..” You jumped feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s over.” You looked over to find him back in his seat, flustered and ruffled, but there. “You’re safe now.” Next thing you knew, you were crying, sobbing and shaking, and he wrapped his arms around you. “It’s okay.”

“She okay, Sam?”

“I think she’s in shock.” His hand rubbed up and down your back as you cried against him.

“Want me to hum you some Metallica? Usually calms me down.”

“She doesn’t need Metallica, Dean.”

“Hey, everyone loves Metallica, okay?”

“Actually…” you glanced up from against Sam. “Do you know Astronomy?”

Dean scoffed. “Do I know Astronomy. Who do you think you’re talking to? Blue Oyster Cult, or Metallica cover?” he smiled.

Feds were everywhere, talking to everyone. The plane had turned around and headed back to land and as soon as you could, you had hurried off and away from the crowd for some quiet.

“Hey, you gonna be okay?”

Looking up, you found Sam and Dean in front of you. “No.” You let out a huff of a laugh. “I still need to get to where I was headed.” you pointed out.

They glanced at each other. “Want a ride?” Sam asked.

“What?”

“Dean can drive you.”

“Nice of you to offer up my services, douche.” Dean shot.

“Come on, Dean. You getting back on a plane?”

“Hell no. Never again.”

“Exactly.” Sam motioned to you, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, alright. We’ll give you a ride. You got decent taste in music, maybe I’ll let you ride shotgun.”

“Hey!”  Dean just smiled at his brother.

“You guys don’t need to, really. I’ll- I’ll grab a bus, or-”

“No, come on. We gotta stop in and see someone but we can swing the car around and grab you near taxi pick up. Cool?”

You gave him a nod, and stood up. “I wonder what happened on that flight anyways.. What were you two doing?”

They looked at each other again instead of answering. Then they looked at you. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got nothing but time, apparently.”

Dean nodded, didn’t seem like he was going to answer you, until he said “Demon possession.”

You laughed at that, glancing from him to Sam then back, smile fading when you noticed they weren’t laughing. “You’re- you’re joking, right? You have to be.. Demons aren’t real, they-” The seriousness on their face made you swallow. “You’re serious.”

“Mhm. Possessed the co-pilot to kill everyone on board.”

“I’m never getting on a fucking plane again. If a demon is going to kill me it's going to do it on the damn ground.” you muttered more to yourself than anything, but that, that made Dean laugh.

“You and me both, princess.” with that, he put an arm around your shoulders and started walking away from the seat he’d found you in. “You got luggage to grab?”

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“Y/n..” Sam grabbed your wrist, stopping you. “Where is this coming from?” You looked up and met his eyes. He looked scared to lose you. More so than Dean currently did. You knew Dean was trying to figure out what he did, how he slipped up.

“Your brother forgot his phone this morning.” You told Sam, like it was nothing. But from the corner of your eye, you saw it hit Dean. You saw the moment he realized he had ruined everything as he slowly turned and looked at you, guilt all over his face.

“What?” Sam looked between the two of you and let your wrist go as you reached over to the table and picked up Dean’s phone.

“It’s all there, Sammy.” You told him as you handed it to him. “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with someone who calls me ‘baby’ just so I won’t know what he’s hiding. So he doesn’t accidentally call me by another name.”

Sam looked down at the phone in his hand, and swiped to unlock it. The first thing he saw was a picture Dean had received just hours ago. He recognized the naked woman pictured as the bartender from 2 nights earlier. You had been with them at the bar that night. He scrolled seeing the conversation that preceded the picture. “Jesus Christ, Dean.” Sam growled as he flipped through other messages, seeing much of the same.

As he did that you walked out the door, shutting it behind you. Dean watched you go, still stunned. It took him a minute to snap out of it, to realize you had left him. Then he panicked. “Wait!” He grabbed his phone out of Sam’s hand and opened the door rushing out to catch you. “Wait! Please!”

You shook your head and kept walking. “We’re done, Dean.”

“Y/N, please!” Hearing him actually call you by your name stopped you. “Can we talk? Please?”

“You should have talked to me before now, Dean.” You still had your back to him. “I know who you were. It’s how I met you, remember. You should have just fucking talked to me. Instead you let me think everything was okay. That we were good.”

“We were good..”

“Obviously not.” You turned to him. “Because I wasn’t enough for you. I’ll never be enough for you. I don’t think anyone will.” He swallowed, and stood there letting you get angry with him. He deserved it, he deserved so much more for how he hurt you. “When’s the last time you called me by my name, Dean? Without someone saying it first. Even now, Sam said it first. How many other names have you almost called me? Do you even remember how long we’ve been together?”

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to argue with you, make excuses for himself. He hated it, he felt guilty every time, and he just let it wash over him all at once. The self loathing and hatred hitting him in full force as the only thing that kept him grounded walked out of his life.

“I didn’t think so.” You mumbled.

One of the other motel room doors opened, and out walked a girl adjusting her dress, hair disheveled. “Dean?” She smiled when she saw him.

You let out a sick chuckle. “Of course.”

“Y/N, wait..” He called as you started to walk away again.

“No, Dean. Go do whatever you want. You were doing that anyways.”

The girl looked between the two of you. “Well, if she doesn’t want to warm your bed tonight, I’ll gladly do it. Her loss.” She scoffed.

You knew it would happen too. If you walked away, he’d fuck her, just to fuck away the pain. But you couldn’t turn back. Not now.

“Two years, three months, and four days.” He called out. You stopped walking, and turned your head to the side a bit, not enough to look at him, but enough. Furrowing your brows trying to figure out what he was saying, he repeated himself. “Two years, three months, and four days since the first time I saw you.”

That didn’t sound right. “De-”

“Michigan, run down bar. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.” He smiled to himself a bit. “Tight jeans, black tank top with a lace back. You decked a guy for grabbing your ass.”

You might not be facing him, but he could make out your thinking face on your profile, as you tried to figure out when you had been in Michigan. But he was right, you had been in Michigan at that time, and you had decked a guy, breaking his nose. “I don’t remember seeing yo-”

He cut you off. “Two years, and twenty four days.” You turned to him this time as he took a few steps closer, but still kept some distance. “Since I got up the nerve to talk to you. I had seen you three times since Michigan. Colorado, this time. We talked over Whiskey. I discovered that you were not only stunning, but smart. And you loved to laugh. I also discovered I loved to make you laugh. I decided then, that I wanted you.”

Your eyes were starting to tear up, as he stepped closer again. “One year, nine months to the day, that you parked your car in our garage, hopped into the back seat of the Impala and excitedly asked ‘Where we headed, boys’. The same day you moved in. Seeing you in my car, I wanted you in my life for good.”

You sniffled as he stepped closer again, standing right in front of you now. “Six months, three weeks and 5 days.” He smiled. “That’s how long we’ve been together. And I’ve fucked up so much of that.” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’m trying, habits are so ingrained in who I am, how I’ve always dealt with things. I should have talked to you baby, I should have. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, you should have..”

“I love you.” He cupped your face and made you look up at him. Your eyes fluttered as tears started to fall. You could feel them run down your cheeks and along his thumb.

“What?” Dean had never once said he loved you.

“I’ve loved you since I first spoke to you. I just- I’m so use to nothing working out for me. I got you this, months ago.” He reached into his inside jacket pocket, and pulled out a ring box. “I’ve been too scared to ask. I’m not good enough for you, I’m working so hard at it, I promise you I am. If there is only one woman in the entire universe for me, it’s you. I know it’s you. Please. Please don’t walk away from me. No more secrets, I promise you.”

Your eyes left his and you looked down at the box he held in his hands. “I-” You could see it, married to Dean, happy. Or at least you could have. Before you saw those texts, the pictures. Before you realized he was never really yours. At least not just yours. “I can’t. You need to work on you, Dean.” Your eyes met his again. “Call me when you get all that,” You motioned to the scantily clad woman still watching you and Dean. “out of your system.”

“Will you wait for me?” Hope flashed in his eyes. “Please. I can’t lose you.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, Dean. You’ll have to work on it and find out. For now, this is goodbye.” You gently kissed his cheek before turning and walking away.

“Fuck..” He was on the verge of tears as he watched you walk away from him.

She stepped close to Dean. “Hey, are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?” Her hand went to his shoulder, and then down his bicep.

“Yeah.. Yeah you can do something for me.”

“Anything, Dean.” She wrapped her arm around his, and leaned her cheek on his arm.

Dean never took his eyes off you. “Did I give my number?” She nodded. “Lose it. Don’t contact me, ever.” He turned, taking his arm from her and put the box holding the engagement ring he had bought you back into his pocket before pulling out his phone.

As Dean walked back to the motel room, he started deleting dating apps, numbers and messages off his phone. As he sat down on his bed, Sam still glaring at him, he sent you one last text.

Please at least keep in contact with Sammy. I will be back for you. I’ll find you, and I’ll do better. I love you.

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It didn’t take long for Sam to respond. You were packing up your stuff and saying good bye to Garth, so you checked it when you got in the car. You smiled as you punched the address of the motel into your GPS.

-Thanks Sammy, see you in a few hours.

You were about an hour outside of the town they were in, when you got a text from Sam again.

- Left my key under the mat for you. Have fun.

When you pulled up to the motel, you hopped out of the car excited. The Impala was there, so you knew he was in the room.  You smiled to yourself as you lifted the mat in front of the door and found Sam’s room key. You opened the door and froze.

“Come on, Sammy, I told you to give me a few hours.” But when he turned, he froze. He was on top of some girl, and judging by the dress on the floor, he had picked her up in some bar. “Oh shit..” he mumbled as he pulled himself away.

The girl looked over. “Who is that? I’m not into chicks you know..”

“No one.. ” you mumbled “Apparently, I’m no one.” and you walked out, heading back to your car.

“Y/n wait!” He came running out behind you, doing up his jeans. Nothing else on.  "Wait!“

"Fuck off, Dean.” You got in your car, slammed the door and drove off. You remembered spotting a bar on your way into town, so that’s where you headed.

You sat at the bar ordering shots of whiskey ignoring your phone. You currently had 6 text from Dean, and as many missed calls. When another call came through, you shut off your phone. You downed another shot before making your way to the bathroom.

You were washing your hands afterwards, and hadn’t heard someone come in. When you looked up you saw Sam in the mirror behind you.

You turned to him. “What the hell, Sam?” You were still really pissed about Dean and all the whiskey you drank wasn’t helping. When you saw the look on his face it dawned on you, “Why did you have me walk in on that?”

He moved closer to you. “So you would know he’s no good for you. I tried to warn you once, remember?”

You tried to head to the door, but he stopped you. “Sam, stop. this isn’t you.” He had you pinned against the sinks.

“This is me. It’s all me. I want something, I take it. Right now, I want you.” He kissed you hard and rough. Your lips were going to swell after this, and you could feel the sink’s edge pressing into you.

“Sam please…” you mumbled against his lips, trying to push him away. He held you tight, pressed up against you, as his tongue entered your mouth. Your hand on his chest closed around his shirt.

He broke the kiss and looked down at you. You wanted to hit him, but at a time when you felt like garbage, he made you feel wanted.

“What the Hell?!?!”

Sam smirked. “Dean.” he didn’t even turn to look at his brother. He just stared down at you. Your hand left his shirt.

Dean went from the door way, to your side in an instant. He grabbed Sam by the collar and shoved him against the opposite wall. “What the hell do you think your doing Sam?”

“Just showing y/n that she’s been with the wrong brother this whole time.” When Dean raised a fist, ready to punch his brother, Sam started laughing. “Look at her, Dean. Does she look like she doesn’t want it?”

Dean turned his glare to you.

“You don’t get to look at me like that Dean. Don’t you fucking dare. You fucked someone. And who knows how many others.”

“I know how many others.” Sam chuckled before Deans fist got him in the jaw.

“There were others!?” Your eyebrows shot up. When Dean opened his mouth you held up your hand to stop him. “You know what.. no. I don’t want to know. I don’t care. You had your dick in her, your brother had his tongue in my mouth. I think we’re even.”

“I wouldn’t call that even..” Sam winked at you.  Dean punched him again as you walked out.

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