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“I figured since you're now on team hell-” Lucifer grabbed himself a clean glass and reached for the bottle of whiskey in front of Dean.

“I'm not on team anything. Get that through your head.” Dean snatched the bottle out of Lucifer's reach and downed what was left in his glass before pouring another.

“Apparently you're with Crowley. I promise you I'm more fun.” he winked.

“I don't give a shit about Crowley.”

“Ohh, that's not what I hear.” Lucifer chuckled. “BFFs of the highest order, to hear him tell it.”

“He's delusional.”

“You're not wrong there.” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and Deans bottle of whiskey was now in his hand and he calmly poured himself a drink while Dean glared at him. “Put those black eyes away, we both know they're useless against me.”

“I still have my knife.” Dean snarled, reaching behind his back and under his shirt to grip at the bone handle that pressed against his skin.

“That you do.” Lucifer sighed and downed his drink. “That's why I know you can help me.”

“No.”

“You didn't even hear what I want..” Lucifer mock whined. “It's a win-win. Come on Dean-o. Work with me. Something I want.. something you want… what's good for me is good for you..”

“What could you possibly want that's good for me?”

“Your brother.”

“No.” Dean let go of the knife, reached over and grabbed his bottle back.

“Look. You want him to stop hunting you, and I want my vessel. Help me get him, and you won’t have to worry about it anymore. See? Win - win.”

“No.”

“Oh come on. Don't tell me daddy's little soldier is still following the orders of a dead man.”

“I don’t give a shit about Sam. You want him, go fucking get him yourself.” Dean stood from the bar stool. “We both know he won't let you in anyways.” Dean turned and started to walk away.

“Dean-”

“I said no. End of discussion.”

“He said yes to me once, Dean. I can break him again. I can break you too.”

“Love to see you try.” Dean called over his shoulder before his head went back with the bottle at his lips.

Lucifer smirked. “You're on.”

Dean didn't need to sleep, but it was something he still did out of habit after a night of fucking some bar skank until she all but passed out on him. He began to stir from sleep as he felt the bed shaking under him.  “Dean… wakey wakey Dean.”

“What’s going on, sweetheart..” he turned his head and cracked an eye open, expecting the tall dark brunette he had fucked into oblivion. But what he saw, was you. He hadn't seen you since he left you with Sam. You were staring at him, eyes wet with tears. Confused by the look on your face and the shaking bed, his eyes drifted down.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Lucifer grunted out as he thrust deep in you. “Glad you finally decided to join the party.”

“D-Dean..”

“Wrong name, Princess.” The hand easily engulfed your throat, your mouth opening as you gasped for air. You clawed at his forearm as your face turned red, your lips going numb. You tried to swallow, but his hand tightened.

Dean tried to get up, but he couldn't move. Glancing around, he couldn't see anything holding him down. His eyes went back to your face, then Lucifer’s. “Enough.” he growled out.

“She knew the rules, Dean-o. She knows the punishment.”

“S-s..”

“What's that princess? What are you trying to say?” his face came closer to yours, his hips slamming into yours so hard your head hit the headboard.

“S-so.. rr-y”

“Good girl.” he let go, and you gasped for breath, your back arching off the bed.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Dean was pissed, trying as hard as he might to get his hands up off the bed.

“You asked for this, Dean.” Dean let out a growl, but Lucifer just chuckled as he continued to fuck into you. “You basically dared me to break you.” Lucifer let his nose move over your cheek, and it had Dean’s nostrils flaring. “I’m going to break you, by breaking her.”

“If you think I-”

Dean was cut off by your scream as Lucifer bit into your cheek. Your shoulders shook and lifted off the bed as you cried out. When Lucifer pulled away, and Dean saw the mark on your face, the blood, his eyes went black. The roar that escaped him was like nothing you had ever heard in all the years you had known him. Even Lucifer was surprised, his rhythm lost as he watched.

Dean’s upper body tensed as the roar filled the room, the veins in his arms practically bulging with effort. He was using all the strength he had and you watched with wide eyes as his head lifted off the pillow. Then his shoulders. One inch. Then two. The sound of him only getting louder the angrier he got and the harder he fought to get up, to rip Lucifer limb from limb.

Lucifer reached out, put a hand to Dean’s forehead and shoved him back down. “Down, boy.”

“I’ll fucking kill you. I swear to god, I will fucking kill you.”

“Awe, what’s the matter Dean? Mommy didn’t teach you about sharing? Oh right, she didn’t get the time to.” He laughed, and Dean snarled at him. “Princess, how about we go over the rules for our buddy Dean here, hmm?”

You bit your bottom lip and tears moved down the side of your face. “Mhmm.” you nodded, afraid of what would happen if you didn’t.

“What a good girl you are.” Lucifer praised, and you tried to blink away the tears. “Rule number one.” Lucifer thrust in you hard to punctuate the number. “You look at me, or you look at Dean. Your eyes do not close. If they do, you are punished. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded.

“Rule number two.” Again, an extra hard thrust, this time it made you cry out. “The only sound out of those pretty little lips, is your screams. Unless I say otherwise. Say ‘yes Sir’ if you understand.”

“Yes Sir.” You whimpered.

“Rule number three.” Your head hit the headboard with this thrust. “I’m going to keep fucking you. However the hell I want, holes get no say, and that’s all you are. A bunch of holes. It’s going to get rough, sweetheart.” He stroked a finger over your cheek gently, a complete contrast to everything else he did. “And there’s nothing you can do about it. I’m going to cum inside you, again and again.” You opened your mouth, but his hand covered it. “What did I say?” He growled, and you whined, but closed your mouth. “I’m going to keep filling you until you’re boyfriend here, sorry.. Ex boyfriend, gives me what I want. Do you understand?”

You’re quick to nod, and he removed his hand. His focus on fucking into you again. You breath out a sigh, your eyes closing for a moment, your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep from crying more. And you feel him shift.

“What was rule number one?”

Your eyes fly open as he shifts again, pulling back this time, and you feel cold steel on your hip. “I’m sorry! Please I’m sorry!”

“Oh, two rules broken? Tsk tsk.”

You scream as the knife digs into our lower abdomen on your right side, a straight line down. And then another straight across. You have to stop yourself from begging again. Because that’s all you want to do, beg him to stop hurting you. If he wants to fuck you, fine, you can tune that out, you can take it. But not this. You turn your head, your eyes meeting Dean’s. They’re green again, the green eyes you loved so much, and you see fear there. For a moment, his eyes on yours, there’s fear, that tiny sign of Dean’s humanity buried deep in his eyes.

Then fingers grasp your cheeks, and as you turned away from Dean, his eyes fill with rage. Then you’re looking at blue eyes, cold as steel. “I think I want you looking at me while I hurt you. I love the look on your face when you’re in pain. The desperation to make it stop that fills your eyes.” He leaned forward, his lips brushing over yours softly as he let out a breath and pushed as deep into you as possible. “I wonder if I can get my whole name carved into you, sweetheart. Huh?” He smiled. “You’ve already got the L.”

Dean growled, trying again to get up. “I’m going to fucking rip you apart!”

Lucifer laughed. “And I’m going to make her cum. Yeah, yeah I think I’ll make her cum on my cock while I fill her.” He looked to Dean. “Wanna see how her face contorts in pure bliss one more time? I bet you do, Dean. I bet you fucking miss it. Let’s give him a show, sweetheart.”

He went back on his knees, pulling your hips up to meet his, your ass on his lap and shoulders still against the bed. His hips continued to slap against yours as he pulled you against him. Then one hand left your side, fingers trailing over your abdomen through the blood and leaving a trail of red in their wake. His thumb hit your clit, and your body jolted. He spoke soft praises as his thumb picked up speed, and the short fingernails on his other hand dug into your side.

Looking down your stomach, you could see the L he had carved into your flesh, and the blood that was now starting to run up towards your belly button because of the angle. Your eyes went to his stomach, watching it move as he pushed deep, and then pulled back. You were biting your bottom lip, trying to fight the sounds he was trying to tear out of you.

“Naughty naughty.” He chastised. “I never said to be quiet.” He thrust again, and you cried out. “Oh, what was that I hit?” He did it again, and again you cried out, a hand shooting forward and resting on his abdomen, trying to push him back. “Is that… is that your cervix?” Again he hit it, and again you screamed, head nodding. “I think I’m going to cum right there.. Cum with me.”

His thumb picked up speed and your mouth fell open. You could hear Dean fighting next to you again, cursing under his breath, but you kept your eyes on Lucifer. You could feel something cold creeping into your body, slowly, seeking out every sensitive little spot you had and stimulating it. “Oh..shit..” You whimpered, body shaking as it started stimulating your g-spot as well.

Your nails started digging in to where you hand sat on his abdomen. The other hand grabbed hold of his arm that held your hip. Suddenly both his hands were on your hips, pulling you on him as he fucked you hard, but your clit was still being stimulated along with everything else.

His grace it had to be his grace. And it was holding you on edge. You were so tensed up that it was starting to hurt. It felt like the muscles in your calves were being torn apart. “Please…” You begged. “Lu-L.. Please.. Luci..” Your eyelids were fluttering as you fought to keep them open, eyes trying to roll back. “Please..”

He smiled at the marks your nails were leaving on him, and how enraged Dean was getting about it. The look on Dean’s face when you begged for him was enough to make all this worth it. But he wasn’t even close to done. “I said cum.” He growled out, and finally let you.

You screamed as it hit, your back arching, nails clawing at him. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you bucked against him. The last thing you felt before blacking out, was Lucifer's cock pulsing inside you, right up against your cervix, and his teeth digging into your breast around the nipple.

And then it all stopped.

With a sigh, Lucifer shook his head. “What was rule number one, Dean?” Dean roared again, fighting with all he had, getting up a few inches only to be forced back down. “Don’t close your eyes. And the begging, while a nice touch, was against another rule.” He took hold of the knife again, and carved in a U next to the L, then looked to Dean. “Ready for round two?” Dean’s eyes were black again as he snarled. “Wonder who I’ll break first. You? Or her?”

You were in and out of consciousness for hours, days, you had no idea. You stopped fighting it a long time ago. Stopped trying to push him again, since it only made things worse. He had gotten in your head at some point, figured out your kinks, things that turned you on that not even Dean knew. A few times, you even saw Dean over you and enjoyed yourself, only to see the face shift right after you came. You’d cry, you’d turn your head, and you’d get punished. “Please..” you begged, looking at Dean. “Just give him what he wants.. Please.” You were crying as Lucifer carved an E into you.

“No.”

You squeezed your eyes shut before looking back up at Lucifer. “Just take me.” You told him, giving up completely. “He doesn’t even care anymore. I told you.. I- I told you he wouldn’t.” The bed was moving again, and you were looking up at him. Suddenly his face shifted, showing you Dean’s. “Don’t bother. Just fuck me good and make me forget him.”

He smirked as his face shifted back. He knew that that one little sentence hurt Dean more than anything. As much as he liked to think he was beyond his humanity, it was there, and now it was wounded beyond belief. If anything would break him, it would be that.

Surprisingly enough though, Dean held firm. He seethed, and raged. He fought as hard as he could against the forces holding him down, but he refused to say yes. And it was starting to piss Lucifer off. So he got angry, he took it out on you again. You cries filled the room once more, your tears and blood soaking the bed. And then you blacked out once again.

“You know, Dean..” Lucifer muttered as he carved into your skin again, enjoying the patterns the blood made as it ran this way or that. “When this is all over, you’ll still have your humanity, whether you want to admit it or not. Your self loathing will eat at you. Do you still feel it as a demon?” He glanced over for a moment, meeting Dean’s pitch black eyes, and hummed. “Yeah, I bet you do.” He looked back down at his handiwork. “You’ll feel guilty, Dean. Either you’ll leave her to die, and that will eat at you. Or you’ll try and make it right. If you do try, and if she by chance forgives you for this, because this is your fault, neither of you will ever forget it. Every time you fuck her, you’ll look down and see my name just inches above your cock.” He looked over at Dean again. “I can keep going, Dean. I have all the time in the world. So do you. But not her. And I will not stop until you say yes.”

“Fine..”

The sound was barely audible, even for Lucifer. He furrowed his brow, leaned a little closer, and  made Dean look at him once more. His eyes had turned back to green when they settled on you. “What did you say?”

“I said fine. I’ll do it, I’ll get you Sam. Just.. stop.”

“Good boy, Dean.” He gave Dean a pat on the cheek before getting up off you and out of the bed. “I’ll be watching you.” And then he was gone.

Dean rolled towards you, a hand cupping your pale cheek. You had lost so much blood. With a sigh, he got out of the bed and got dressed. Wrapping you up in a clean blanket, he lifted you out of the bed and headed for the door.

There was a pounding on the door that pulled Sam from his sleep. His head bolted up from the table where he had passed out at the laptop, and he looked up. When another round of pounding started up, he ran.

Pulling open the bunker door, he gasped at the sight of you wrapped in a bloody blanket on the ground. “Jesus Christ…” He lifted you up and looked around. No sign of anyone. Quickly, he hurried in, kicking the door behind him not caring if it closed or not. Not yet. His injured shoulder screaming at the weight of you in his arms. “I got you. Y/N, please be okay.. I got you, I’ll do everything I can, please just hold on.” He muttered as he hurried to put you in Dean’s room. It had always been where you felt safest.

Sam moved through the hall and made his way to his room. Stepping in, he sighed and went for the sink. His hands, his shirt, everything was covered in blood. He had done his best trying to clean you up and stitch what he could, which wasn’t easy with an arm in a sling. He shut his eyes, head hanging down. How could this have happened? Who had done it? And why carve Lucifer into you? Was someone trying to say you were the devil? Had you been possessed?

“You were suppose to protect her.”

Sam eyes shot open, and behind him in the mirror stood his brother. He spun around. “Dean, I-”

“You were suppose to fucking protect her!” Dean’s hand was shaking, knuckles white around the bone handle it held. “I left her with you, Sam! You were suppose to fucking keep her safe!”

“Dean, what’s going on? Who did that to her?”

“Lucifer.” Dean growled out. “Lucifer fucking did it, and I had to watch. Because you couldn’t fucking do one god damn thing right.”

“Why? Why would he do that to her!?” Sam was scared. There was no doubt in his mind that if Dean felt this was his fault, his brother would kill him.

“He’s coming.”

“For what, Dean!?”

“For you.” Dean pointed the knife at him. “All this, was to get to you.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, and then they heard  the tell tale sound of the bunker door slamming. “Sammy! I’m home!”

“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Dean growled, eyes pitch black as he stormed out of the room.

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“Hi, princess. Did you have a good day?”

She nodded. “I thought daddy was picking me up today?”

You gave her a small smile. “He called to say he couldn't. But grandma is waiting at home for you. She's going to take you shopping.”

“For a new dress!?” her face lit up, the disappointment from moments earlier, gone.

You nodded.  “I just need to ask Mr Winchester something before we go, okay?”

“Kay!” As you started up the stairs, she ran up ahead of you to join another kid on the playground.

“Mr Winchester?”

He was by the door, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the wind. He turned his green eyes on you, and you were almost lost in them. “What can I do for you? Did she forget something upstairs?”

You shook your head. “No.  I was wondering if you needed help with the finishing touches for the dance tonight. I can be back here in about 30 minutes, and I'm supposed to chaperone anyways. I asked at the office but they told me to ask you.”

“Uhm, yeah. That'll be nice.” he nodded and smiled. “Will I have two helpers?” He looked towards the playground where your daughter was running underneath the slide to avoid getting tagged.

“Uh, no. Just me.” You have him an awkward smile. “Is that okay? My mother is taking her shopping and will be dropping her off here with her friends for the dance.”

“That's fine.” He smiled. “Pizza or burgers?” You furrowed your brow. “I was going to order out for dinner. Just wondering which you'd prefer. I couldn't decide.”

“Uhm.. either would be fine.”

“Well you're no help.” he rolled his eyes with a playful smile. When he realized most of the kids were gone and he could head back in, he motioned towards the door. “I better get started. See you in a bit.”

You nodded and watched him go in. There was still another teacher in the yard watching  the last of the  kids waiting for parents, so you gave her a nod before calling out to your daughter. “Alex! Come on, time to get going. Grandma isn't getting any younger.”

Your daughter laughed with her friends as she ran to grab her bag. As you both left the yard, she waved. “What did you and Mr. Winchester talk about?”

“I was just seeing if he needed help setting up for tonight. But then he told me what a rotten little kid you are.”

She got a look of shocked horror on her face which made your smile widen.”You're such a liar!” she yelled, giving you a shove making you both laugh.

Stepping into the classroom, you saw him bent over his desk and cursing. “I figured you’d be down in the gym..”

“Just trying to finish up these stupid snowflakes.” He grumbled.

“What are you trying to do?” You asked as you came up next to him. “Maybe I can help.”

He looked up, and froze at the sight of you in your dress, all ready for the dance. “Uh..” He swallowed. “They, uhm..” His eyes moved to the box you place on his desk. “They need glitter. The kids did it, but it seems to have all come off. What is that?”

“My daughter says you like pie.” You gave him a smile.

“I love pie.” He looked up to meet your eyes. “You bought me pie?”

“Actually, I made pie. Yesterday afternoon. There’s half left if you want it. It’s pecan.”

“No one makes pecan.” He all but whispered before opening the box, and sure enough, there sat half a pecan pie.

“I do.” You chuckled. “It’s Alex’s favorite.”

“Mine too.” He reached in, and broke off a piece of crust and put it in his mouth. “Mm, I’ll be eating this later.”

“And I’ll get to work on this for you.” You moved around him. He moved out of your way and you got started. “Where is everyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re doing this alone?” He nodded. “I expected a hoard of mothers around you at least.”  He laughed at that, a laugh that shook his whole body. “I’m serious! Did you not ask anyone? Because if you had, you’d have a good forty moms in here clamoring to do your bidding.”

He laughed even harder. “You think so? Would one of them be willing to do my laundry?”

You nodded. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’ve been deemed the hot teacher. Mothers love you.”

“Oh I noticed.” He smiled, leaning on his desk as he watched you work on large snowflakes. “I got offers for help, but I turned ‘em down. I’d get more done on my own.”

“Smart man.” You teased. “If you turned them down, why say yes to me?”

He shrugged. “I hoped you’d bring something to snack on. I gotta tell ya, whenever you send cookies or cupcakes for the class, I take a few for myself.” He grinned.

“I do send enough for an army.” You smiled. “Does anything else need finishing touches, or is it just these?”

“Just those, that I saw so far.” He stood up straight again, and moved to the other side of the desk to help you with them. “Also, call me Dean, okay? If I hear Mr. Winchester during my down time, I’ll cry. Makes me feel old.”

You laughed. “Dean it is.”

You were in the gym now, and Dean was high up getting things hung. He glanced down at you. “You okay?”

“I just really don’t want you to fall.” You winced. “That is so high.”

He smiled. “Worried about me? I think I like that.”

“Hey, I’m the only person in here with you. If you get hurt, or worse, the mothers will riot and blame me.” He laughed his whole body shaking with it and you gasped. “You’re going to give me a heart attack! Get down from there!”

“Almost done, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Just a few more and I’ll keep my two feet on the gymnasium floor. Good?” You nodded. “Relax.” He looked back up at what he was doing. “I’ll be fine.”

You stood back with a sigh and looked around. The strings of lights in some tulle were draped perfectly from the center going outwards, and the various size snowflakes hung down seemingly at random, but looked perfect with everything else. The stage was set, decorated with more lights, tulle, balloons and a sign. It was perfect.

“We did good.” He smiled, his arm around your shoulders as he admired the work.

“We did good.” You agreed.

“All we need is get the tables and that set up, and release the rest of the balloons.”

You nodded, but before you could answer, you heard his stomach. “I think we need to eat first.”

His arm left your shoulder and he rubbed at his stomach. “Yeah, I’m starved. Pizza this time and burgers next time?”

“Next time?” Your eyebrows shot up.

“Oh yeah, you’re officially on my decorating committee.” He smiled down at you. “Even if you turn into an anxious mess.”

“You pretended you were going to fall!” You shoved him, and he laughed.

You were sitting behind his desk eating a slice of pizza. Dean had pulled up one of the kids chairs and sat next to you. He licked his lips, his eyes watching you. “You’re making me very self conscious, Dean.” You mumbled behind the hand covering your mouth.

He smiled softly. “Sorry.” He turned back to the slice he had been holding, and took a bite.

You went back to eating yourself, but it wasn’t long before you felt his eyes on you again. You licked your lips, fingers going to them as you blushed softly. You turned to him, and he just stared at you for a minute. “Dean-”

He leaned forward, letting his lips brush yours softly for just a moment, and then he pulled away. You swallowed, eyes meeting his, you weren’t sure what to say or do.. He was your daughters teacher. “I’m sorry.” He got an awkward look on his face. “I just- did I read that wrong?”

“No.” You answered softly.

He smiled and leaned in for another kiss. This one had more behind it, and he was quick to deepen it. When it broke, his forehead was against yours. “Gotta admit, I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He chuckled. “You looked so damn good on parent teacher night.”

You laughed. “You’re such a dork.”

“You done eating?” You pulled back for a second, and before you could even answer, he was clearing the pizza aside, and wiping his hands on a wet wipe. You watched how quick he moved, and then his lips were on yours again, his hand on the side of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair.

You rose up from the chair, and he was quick to move against you. You moaned softly as you backed against the desk. You didn't stop him when he grabbed you by the thighs and lifted them to his waist. His hands moving up them pushing your dress up as they went.

“Dean..” you breathed out softly against his lips.

He let out a groan at the sound and pressed himself against you harder, grinding himself into you slightly. “Fuck, I love how you say my name.” He mumbled as his nose brushed over your jaw and his lips went to your neck.

You giggled, the slight scruff on his face tickling. “Dean, I don't think we should be doing this.. here.. now..” You were having a hard time protesting.

“We’ve got time.” he groaned against your throat. You let out a shaky breath and closed your eyes. “But if you want me to stop, I will. I won't do anything you don't-”

“No.” you bit your bottom lip and pulled him tighter against you, if that was possible. You didn't want to do this in your daughter's 4th grade classroom, but you couldn't bring yourself to make him stop. You wanted this, wanted him. “No, don't stop. Please.”

“Good girl.” he praised and dipped a finger past your panties to tease your slit.

You groaned. “Don’t.. don't talk like that.”

“Oh, you like praise?” he smiled. “Or is it the thought of fucking the teacher?” he teased, slipping a finger past your entrance, and you arched your back in response.

“Fuck.. you're going to kill me.” you whimpered, rocking your hips to grind your pussy into his hand, his fingers hitting deep.

“What a sweet death it would be, baby.” He smirked as you nodded in agreement.

Pulling his hand away, you whined at the loss. You needed to feel him, desperate to see what he was packing under those jeans. You went at his belt with such fervor that he couldn't  help but chuckle. “Guess you wanted me for a while too, huh?”

“Of course I did. Hot teacher, remember?” you mumbled, getting his jeans undone and pushing them down. “Jesus…” you breathed out as he sprang free.

“Does that mean I don't disappoint?” You looked up at him like he was crazy for thinking he would. “Don't look at me like that. I've heard what the housewives say about me. Who knows what you were thinking.” he teased.

“Shut up and fuck me, Dean.”

He laughed, but you were quick to quell it with a deep kiss. Your fingers on your right hand ran through his short hair, while your left held onto his waist.

Reaching between the two of you, he lined up and slid home. A deep groan escaped him, his forehead going against yours. “You feel so good, baby.”

You let out a small gasp, your head going back and the hand in his hair guiding him to your breast. He took a nipple into his mouth, teasing it between his teeth as he rolled his hips.

You wanted more, you wanted him to give it his all, fuck you into next week while he uttered filthy words into your ear, but you knew he couldn't. Not here. Not with staff moving around the building. “Dean..”

Dean snapped his hips, and you whined and bit down on your bottom lip. He smiled and let your nipple fall out of his mouth. “Shhh.” he chuckled. “You're gonna get us caught.”

He snapped his hips again, chucking as you tried so hard to be quiet. When your lips fell open, he captured your mouth in a kiss. You took advantage and moaned into it, letting the sound get lost in his soft, full lips.

You were lost in the moment. The feel of his lips on yours, his breath on your face, the feel of his muscles moving under your fingers. There was the movement of his hips and the sweet drag of his cock every time he pulled back, and the twinge every time he pushed forward and hit just right.

Dean was just as lost in you. Your sounds, the bounce of your breasts and the feel of you warm and wet around him.

A knock on the door started you both. “Dean?”

“Shit.” he mumbled under his breath. Looking from you to the door. “Yeah, Stew?” You bit your lip and buried your face against his shoulder, really hoping that door didn't open.

Stew, the gym teacher, spoke from the other side of the door. “Tables and everything are set up. Kids are gonna start arriving any minute. Some chaperones already showed up.”

“'Be down in a bit, just finishing up eating. I'll put some pizza in the fridge for ya.”

“Thanks man.”

You both stayed silent and listened as the footsteps receded. “That was close.” Dean chuckled. “You okay?”

You nodded, not showing your face just yet. “We should probably get down there, huh?” you sighed.

“Yeah..” he watched as you finally lifted your head from his shoulder, and when your eyes met his, he kissed you softly once more before pulling away.

The dance had gone off without a hitch. You watched your daughter have her first slow dance with a boy, while Dean did his best to avoid getting roped into dances with moms. You had smiled seeing him teaching some boys dance moves you haven't seen used in years. And when a girl was sad about the boy she liked dancing with her best friend, Dean took her out on the dance floor and he laughed as he spun her around, treating her like a princess.

Even your daughter found herself on the dance floor with him.

But now, the night was over. The gym lights on bright as a clean up crew moved around.  Your daughter ran out ahead of you, and you couldn't believe she still had so much energy. You were exhausted. “MOM!!” she yelled as she stepped out the large double doors.

“What is it, sweetie?” But when you stepped out, you had your answer. It was snowing. It had started sometime during the dance. The ground now covered in a thick white blanket as more large fluffy flakes fell.

“Its beautiful!” Your daughter ran out and began spinning, her dress rising around her as she twirled in the snow.

“That is a beautiful sight.” You turned, and Dean was a few feet behind you, eyes on you as the snow fell around you. “Need a ride?” You gave him a nod. Having not expected snow and living close by, you had walked over. “Your chariot awaits.”

He held out his arm, waiting for you to loop your arm into it, but Alex beat you to it. “The older boys say you have the coolest car! Is that true?”

He laughed as he started to lead her towards the parking lot. “It is.” he gave you a wink as you joined them.

“Straight in, and get ready for bed!” you called out to Alex as she jumped out of Dean's car with your key in her hand.

“Coolest car ever, Mr. Winchester!” she called out as she unlocked the door. “Night!” she yelled, running in and shutting the door behind her.

“Good night.” he laughed as he walked you to the door.

You stopped at your door and chewed the corner of your bottom lip. “Do you.. maybe.. want to come in? Have a coffee?” you asked nervously.

He gave you a soft smile and shook his head, but frowned when his answer had you looking down defeated. “You should get some sleep. You were yawning the whole drive here.” he pointed out. You gently nodded, not moving your eyes from the snow on your shoes. “Hey.” he hooked your chin and made you look up at him. “I'm really glad you came today.”

“Me too.” your voice was barely above a whisper.

The left half of his mouth curved up into a smile. “I think the next dance is too far to wait. What do you say?” You looked at him confused. “That burger I promised you. Let me take you out to dinner sooner than April. How does tomorrow sound?”

You stared up at him searching his face for some sign that he was messing with you. All you found was sincerity. “I'd love to, but I-” you motioned to the door, but he was quick to cut you off.

“Bring Alex.” his whole mouth was turned up now. “I just want to see you again.” You gave him a nod and he beamed. “Awesome.” He leaned in and kissed you. “Sweet dreams, sweetheart. I'll pick you girls up around 5:30.”

You bit your bottom lip and blushed, fingers lightly touching your top lip, as you watched him walk back down the walkway to his car. He gave you a wave before getting in. Once he was gone, you turned and headed inside, only to be met by your daughter, waiting with a big smile on her face.

“Mommy and Mr. Winchester, sitting in a tree!” she sang. “k.i.s.s.i.n.g!”

“Get to bed, Alex.” you laughed, taking off your heels.

“If you're kissing Mr. Winchester, does that mean I get 100% on all my tests?”

“Bed, Alex!” You couldn't stop the smile or the blush as she wiggled her eyebrows before running to her room.

One year later

“I want to thank you all for coming tonight, but before we get started, you may have noticed that I'm not the teacher you met at the beginning of the year. My name is Sam Winchester and I'm filling in for a few weeks.” Sam was perched on the edge of the desk as he addressed the room of fourth graders and their parents.

“He's Mr Winchesters brother!” one of the students pointed out to his mom.

Sam chuckled. “that's right. Dean is my older brother and I'm subbing while he's on leave.”

“Is everything okay? He's not hurt or sick, is he?” Sam saw genuine concern on many faces.

“No, no. My brother is fine. He's off on his honeymoon, actually.” Sam immediately felt the mood of the room shift as murmurs began.

“did you know he was getting married?”

“I didn't even know he was seeing anyone?”

“I wonder who she is..”

*knock knock*

Sam turned to the door. “Hi uncle Sam. Ms. Jeffords said I could come and stay with you. She gave me my report card and said she'd set up a meeting with mom and Dean when they get back.”

Sam nodded then motioned to the kids playing in the corner, two of which were arguing. “Keep the kids occupied for me, and well grab something to eat on the way home, okay?”

Alex nodded and moved into the room, handing Sam her report card as she moved past.

“Now, before we get into the details of each report card, I'll go over quickly what we've been learning, and what's to come.”

“Dean?”

“Yeah sweetheart?” Dean looked down at you laying on his chest.

“I love you.”

Dean smiled. “I love you too, baby. Who would have thought an elementary school winter dance could change someone's life..”

Shifting, you pressed your lips to his. “Admit it. It was the pie.”

He laughed. “Technically, it was that damn dress.” he groaned, rolling you onto your back so he was over you.

“Yeah?” He hummed and nodded as he lazily kissed down your neck. “Good thing I packed it then, huh?”

He groaned. “Put it on.”

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“Escuse me, Mister?” You turned to see your daughter tugging on the pant leg of a man posting up a sign. “Where's the panda? I really need to see it today.”

“I'm sorry, sweetheart.” he gave her a sympathetic look. “The habitat is closed today.”

“But I have to see it today! I just have to!”

“It'll be open again in a few days… Kori is having a baby.”

You knelt down next to your daughter. “I'm sorry, baby. We'll have to come back when you come out of the hospital. And did you hear that? A baby panda! Maybe you'll see it when we come!”

“But what if I die.” She looked at you with wide, scared eyes.

That caught his attention, and he knelt down to be at her level. “Why do you think you're going to die in the next few days?”

She pointed to her heart, and he looked up at you. “Heart surgery.” you clarified. “She's been on the transplant list most of her life. We go in day after tomorrow.”

“Oh..” he nodded, and glanced into the habitat.

“She's scared.” you said softly as her arms clung around your neck and she cried. “Pandas are her favorite. She wanted to see one before she goes in.”

He nodded again, thinking. “So you're going in to see the doctor soon?” he asked your daughter, who nodded. “Kori is getting a check up from her doctor right now.” She turned to look at him, her interest peaked. “Yeah, she should be having the baby any day now, so shes getting a check up. Would you like to see? I was heading there next.”

“YES!” your daughter let go of you, and turned throwing herself into the man for a hug.

He almost fell over, but laughed and pat her back before she let go and he stood again. “This way.” She took his hand, and then yours as well, as he lead you along the paths. “I'm Dean, by the way. I'm a zookeeper here, I've been in charge of the panda since we found out she was pregnant. We weren't expecting a two for one deal.” he chuckled.

“I'm Y/N. This is Lucy.”

“Nice to meet you, Lucy.” he gave her a smile. She looked up him with a huge grin and he turned down a small walkway and motioned towards a door. “Just in here.”

He held the door open for the both of you, and you walked into the small room. “It's like a doctors office!” Lucy moved around the room.

“That's right!” he smiled as he shut the door. “It's the veterinary building. This is where the animals come when they need to see a doctor. This is like our own little animal hospital.”

“Wow!” she breathed out, thrilled about getting a backstage look most people didn't get to see. “But where's the panda!?” she looked around.

“This way.” he motioned further into the building, down a wide hallway. “Kori is down here.”

You followed him and stepped into a large area with a few smaller cells. The panda was in one with the veterinarian. Lucy let out a gasp when she saw it. “That's not good! No! She needs more space! That's too small!” she looked up at Dean, angry.

He nodded. “You're right. She does need more space. But she'll only be here for a little bit. We're building a little den in the habitat for the baby. That’s why its closed today, and-”

He was cut off by the vet coming out. “It’s coming.”

“What!?” Dean's eyes went wide as he stepped closer to the bars. “You said we had a few more days..”

“It happens when it happens, and it's happening.”

“Shit..” Dean muttered.

“Ooooh! He said a bad word!” Lucy gasped at him.

“Oh shi-” her eyes went wide. “-oot.” He finished. “Sorry.”

“Can I see?” she tugged on his shirt. “I wanna see the baby. I can help!”

He glanced at you with questioning eyes. “It's her day to get what she wants, I'm not allowed to say no today.” That was the deal made, the most memories possible today since she was scared of dying. “It's entirely up to you guys if she's allowed.”

“I understand if its no..” She pouted up at Dean and the vet.

Dean glanced to the vet, who sighed. “I don't see why not. It could be a long time, still.” he pointed out. “It could be very boring.”

“I have books.” She pointed to the small backpack on her back before sitting on the ground near enough to the panda, but far enough not to be in anyone's way.

“She's used to getting her way, huh?” Dean chuckled as he moved some chairs over for you and him to sit.

You nodded. “It's just the two of us, and with the bad heart.. sometimes it's hard to say no. I want her to have as many good memories as we could get in. We had no idea when we'd get the call, or if she'd hold on that long.”

“Dad not around?” You shook your head. “Who could walk away from that?”

“Didn't want kids.” you shrugged. “Disappeared completely after I called and mentioned the heart. Too much for him, I guess.”

“You did good.” you turned to him and he smiled. “She gave me shit about the small space.” he chuckled. “She's obviously very kind and caring.”

“Yeah.. she's perfect.” You smiled.

Dean had brought you both something to eat after a few hours. Nothing much, just some sub sandwiches, juice and chips from the zoo restaurant. Lucy was refusing to leave until she saw a baby panda.

Lucy was asking the vet a million and one questions while she ate. Not just about the pandas, but about all the zoo animals, and their babies. He was very polite and patient as he answered her. Most adults don't seem to enjoy 101 questions, but maybe it was Lucy's genuine curiosity and manners that had the vet more than happy to answer when he wasn't busy.

“Mommy! Maybe I wanna be a vet when I get big!” she beamed at you.

“I thought you wanted to be a heart surgeon?” you chucked.

She nodded. “Maybe I can be an animal heart surgeon!” she smiled. “Maybe I can work here at the zoo and make sure all the animal hearts are healthy!”

“We'd love to have you here.” Dean smiled.

“Just don't steal my job from me.” the vet teased, making Lucy laugh.

An hour or two after eating, Lucy was quietly reading a book when you heard a noise you had never heard before. “What was that?”

Dean grinned. “It's time.” Lucy shoved her book back in her bag as quick as she could. Dean got off his chair and move closer. “Come here.” he held a hand out for Lucy who rushed over to him.

Taking out your phone, you snapped a picture of her and Dean watching the panda give birth. You never wanted to forget the man who made your daughter's dream come true right before the scariest moment of her little life. You smiled down at the picture. Your daughter looked so full of life, so happy. The panda she was watching was in view right at the bars. Then you glanced to Dean, the picture showed his profile, then glanced up and looked at Dean smiling with your daughter as he talked to her, pointing out where the baby would come out.

“Mama!” she gasped, as the little baby came out. “It has no black! All white! It's so little..” she leaned forward a bit.

Dean turned to you, and you smiled tearing up. “Thank you.”

“Mama?” You practically jumped out of your chair in the hospital room at the sound of her voice. “Did I..” her voice was rough.

“Shh..” You smiled and nodded. “You did it, baby. You have a brand new heart. How are you feeling? Sore?” she nodded.  “I'll go tell the nurse you woke up, okay? I'll be right back.”

After getting a once over by the nurse, and then the doctor, your daughter fell asleep again while a few things were explained to you. You had gotten a run down of everything already, but were glad to go over it again.  The nurse had also handed you some printed instructions to help you remember in the early days, as well as let you shadow her whenever she was with your daughter. You wanted to be prepared in case anything went wrong.

You fell asleep that night watching your daughter sleep. Afraid to close your eyes.

You barely registered the knock on the door. “Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?” The deep, rough voice had your eyes fluttering open. “I brought you something.” You took in a deep breath and stretched before seeing Dean handing your daughter a stuffed panda. He turned to you with a smile. “Morning.”

“Morning.” You mumbled with a groan.

“You don't mind, do you?” he motioned to the stuffed animal and you shook your head. “Good. Everyone at the zoo's been wondering how she's doing, so I came to visit.”

“I got a whole new heart!” she told him excitedly. “See!” she shifted the hospital gown to show him the bandage covering the incision.

“Awesome!” he smiled. “Oh, I thought you'd like to see this.” he pulled out a picture.

You leaned over to look at it. It was the panda and her baby back in the habitat, but on a small deck.

“We finished the den, and they were moved back last night.” He smiled. “We named the baby panda.” She looked up at him. “Lucy.”

Her eyes went wide. “You named it after me!?”

He nodded. “You were the first person to see her. We thought it was the best name for her.”

“Thank you!!”

Lucy was sleeping again, it was just you and Dean sipping coffee he had gone to get. “I can't believe you named the panda after her. You just made her life, again.” you looked at him. “I can never thank you enough.”

“Come to dinner with me.” Your eyebrows went up. “Both of you, when shes able.” he smiled.

“You don't even know us.. not really..”

“I'd like to.” he reached over and took your hand in his. “And your daughter.. she's amazing.” He looked over at her again. “I never wanted kids of my own, honestly… but her.. She's so full of life, and curiosity.” He smiled. “I know the new heart isn't a guarantee. I read up on it.. she could die in the first year.” You nodded and looked down at his hand, and he gave yours a squeeze. “That's part of why we named the baby Lucy. So that memory would live on for you, if-”

“Thank you.” you teared up. “The zoo would never be rid of me.” you tried to lighten the mood. “I’d move into the habitat.” you chuckled, putting the coffee down to wipe under your eyes.

He smiled. “I wouldn't mind seeing you every day.” You blushed a bit and sniffled. “I want to help. I want to help make everyday the best day for her. If you'll let me. Starting with that dinner.”

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Your eyes went to his back. He stood facing his desk, picking up one drawing, then putting it down for another as he looked them all over. “I'm sorry, Mr Winchester.”

“Going to give me a reason for missing my class? Or going to just stand there all day?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I was kidnapped?”

He turned and cocked an eyebrow. “Were you?”

“Sort of.” You sighed dropping onto a stool, letting your portfolio bag down next to you. “My parents have this big plan for me… art isn't a part of that.” You looked down at your hands. “‘Art is not a career, Y/N’” You said, mocking your mother. “‘You're throwing away your potential’” That was your father. “They won't even look at my work. I spent my morning getting an earful. I was told if I don't go for something ‘with a future’ they will stop paying for school. I tried to get here as quick as I could. I knew I couldn't miss this..”

He watched you for a moment, and then turned back to his desk. “You missed the class. My model already left-”

“I'll find my own.” You cut him off, standing again. “I'll find the hottest girl in the bar tonight and draw her for you. Please..”

He laughed at that. “A noble quest.” He shook his head. “No. I prefer selecting  the model myself. There are things I look for.”

“Please.” you begged. “I'll do anything. I can't fail this! My parents will see it as them being right.. please. Anything at all. Name it.”

He thought for a minute, then gave in. “Be back here, tonight.”

“Tonight?”

He nodded. “I expect you here by 7. If you're late, you fail. Understand?” He turned to you.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now get going. I'll see you at 7.”

Picking up your bag, you hurried out of the room and wondered what he had planned.

“Shit!” You cursed, hair loose and flowing behind you as you ran through the building. You had gotten there at 7 on the dot, and now had to rush your way to the classroom. Bursting into the class room, you froze. Twenty faces you didn’t recognize turned as the sound of the door hitting the wall. “Uh.. Sorry..” You gave an awkward smile before taking a step in, looking around for a place to sit, but there were none.

“You’re late.”

You looked over and he had his back to you, like last time, only this time he was pointing up at the clock. Looking up at it, you sighed as it read 7:06. “Barely.” You mumbled.

He turned, and shot you a glare. “Were you kidnapped again?” You shook your head. “What’s the excuse then?”

“I-” You shook your head. There was none.

“Get ready.” He motioned to corner where there was a partition and a robe over it.

“Wait, what?”

“You’re the model for my night class.” He told you, motioning to the other students.

“But-”

“I thought you understood.” You shook your head. “You need to make up the assignment. I only have a small budget. That means to get you a model, I need to take from somewhere else. You model for them, I can afford another session with a model for the day class. Savvy?” You nodded. “Do you want to model, or miss the assignment?”

You chewed your lip, and one of the girls who happened to be sitting next to you leaned back and whispered. “He’ll give you extra credit for it, he just won’t tell you. I modeled for a class last semester.”

“Sarah.” He warned her.

“He’s really a big teddy bear.” She put her finger to her lips, indicating it’s a secret,  before turning back to her easel.

Dean groaned and shook his head at her. “I’ll do it.” You put your bag down against the wall, and headed behind the partition to get undressed.

“Hurry up! We’re already 15 minutes behind now.”

You did your best to sit still. Nude modeling for 20 strangers wasn’t exactly your idea of a fun night. Especially not while Dean Winchester moved around you and pointed out every little thing. Every stretch mark, every freckle. “If you’re feeling adventurous,” He said as he moved around the room. “Include the blush. Not just in her cheeks, but you can see it in various other places over her skin. She’s shy, I want to see that in your work.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and tried to will your body to stop betraying you.

“Yes! Someone get that!” He was pointing right at your face as he moved closer. “I want at least one of you to catch the innocence of the moment. No matter how experienced a person is, here, they are vulnerable. She is vulnerable. She is not the girl she puts forth, not the fun loving girl you meet in a bar. She’s quiet, she’s shy. She’s always late.” He teased with a smile when he realized you were getting more anxious.

A soft laugh rolled through the classroom and you gave him a small smile at the lighter mood. You relaxed a bit further, and he gave you a nod before going to sit at his desk and let his students work in peace for a bit.

You were zipping up your sweater as you moved towards his desk. “I hope I did okay. And I’m sorry I was a bit late.”

He glanced up from the drawings and gave you a nod. “I’ll have a model in next week. It’ll be male this time.” You nodded as you looked over the drawings of you. “Josh offered to model for your class.” He motioned to one of the drawings. “Sarah also offered to model for you privately and not on my dime, so you can contact her if you want to set that up. Josh will be there either way.”

“Thank you Sir.” You moved one of the drawings over. “These are… Do I really look like that?”

“Yeah.”

Picking up another, you stared at it. It was stunning. The detail was amazing for something done in that short of time. There was a pink blush over your body, and you knew it must have been dead on. “Who did this one?” You searched it for a name. The others had names either in the corner or the back.

“I did.”

You looked up at him. “It’s.. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen..” He shrugged. “Can I- I mean, if you don’t mind.. Can I have this?”

He regarded you for a moment, then gave you a nod. “If you promise to stop being late for my classes.”

“I’ll try my damnedest..” You mumbled, unable to take your eyes off the drawing. “I really look like this?”

He smiled and nodded. “Yeah. You really look like that.”

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John chuckled. “And they say Winchester’s are stubborn.” He shook his head. “We can’t let you out there until he works with you. You and Sammy-”

“Sam.” He corrected.

“The two of you could get out there, start collecting-”

“I’m not going out there without Dean.” You walked away, frustrated.

“What are we going to do, Dad?”

“I’ll talk to Lord Death. You talk to that bullheaded brother of yours.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Why are we doing this?” Dean grumbled, bringing a box up the stairs to the apartment that you lived in. “Since when can we live on our own? Since when do you even trust me to?”

“You have a meister now, Dean. You’re in the EAT program, you have the right to an apartment, and you can finally ride that motorcycle of yours around town.” Dean when to open his mouth. “Without you getting in trouble.” Dean rolled his eyes. “Besides, Lord Death and I agreed this might be what you need to finally get the stick out of your ass and stop fighting her.”

“Maybe I don’t want to. When will she just give up?”

“Listen, boy.” John stopped his son just outside the door. “I don’t know what your problem is, Dean, but that girl is giving you a shot. Take it.”

Dean rolled his eyes just as Sam came up behind them. “I got it.” Sam said, and put down the bag he was carrying and opened the door. Dean kicked it further open, John growling at him as it hit the wall. Sam just shook his head and followed his brother in.

“Welcome, guys. Rooms are over there.” you smiled from where you stood in the dining area.  “It’s not much.. But it’s home. I hope you like it.”

“Whatever.” Dean mumbled, moving past to where you had pointed to and your smile faded. Sam just rolled his eyes at his brother as he followed.

“You made lunch?” John stopped, boxes in hand and looked over the table.

“It’s nothing special.” You looked at the sandwiches already on the table and the places all set neatly for everyone. “Just soup, sandwiches, and I bought a pie for desert. I’m still learning to cook, so I’m not even sure if the soup is good-.”

He smiled. “It’ll be perfect.”  You blushed softly and nodded a thanks as Sam called out. “Right. Better get these boys moved in.”

“Do you need help?” You asked as he started towards the boys rooms.

“No.” Dean growled as he headed back past you and out.

“Oh.. Okay.. I’ll.. keep my eye on the soup then.” You bit your bottom lip and headed back into the kitchen.

“Jerk.” Sam shot at his brother, as he caught up.

“Bitch.”

“Boys!”

Opening your eyes, you looked at the time. It was barely 3am. You could hear a noise from outside your room and got scared. You silently got out of bed, and moved towards your desk. Unplugging the lamp, you gripped it tight in both hands and moved towards the door. Taking a deep breath, you eased it open and stepped out, following the sound.

“If you’re going to beat me with that, hurry up and get it over with.” You froze realizing it was Dean sitting on the couch and watching tv.

“Sorry..” you apologized softly and put the lamp down. “Guess I'm not use to someone else being here.. Can't sleep?”

“Does it matter?” he mumbled, eyes still on the tv.

“What are you watching?” You moved closer and he shrugged in response. “Mind if I join you?”

“It’s your house.”

You sighed and dropped to sit next to him. “It’s yours too, Dean.” You were looking at your hands in your lap, hoping he would just look at you, anything. But he didn’t. It was an awkward silence for a few minutes. “Why do you hate me?” You looked up at him.

He took in a deep breath, trying not to roll his eyes. “Why do you want me? I was fine on my damn own. If you didn’t want to get paired with Sam-”

“What?” You looked at him genuinely confused. “Dean, you’re amazing. I just know you are.” He looked at you. “I mean sure, Sam is calm, and calculating, always in control. But you.” You smiled. “You’re wildfire, Dean. And smart, I can see it, you calculate every move before you make it. I don’t know why you keep fighting every meister who tries, but if you would let someone in, you’d be a death weapon in no time. I don’t understand how you aren’t already. You could be so much more powerful than your dad if you wanted.”

“Since when do you believe in me? Why me? Why the sudden interest?”

“It’s not sudden.” You blushed looking away from him and down at your hands again. “I-I’ve been wanting to ask you to be my weapon for a while. I… I just didn’t think you’d agree. You fight everyone. I just saw a chance to try, and I took it. If you really don't want me as a meister…”

He watched you for a minute. “You hold me wrong.” You looked up, and he sighed. “I ignored you and jammed because you were holding me wrong. I hate being held like that. I hate being held period, but especially like that.”

You smiled softly, your eyes lighting up. “Show me. Teach me. Please. I know how Sam works, he’s so simple to figure out, but you.. God I can’t figure you out.. Please, let me learn.”

“I’ll think about it. Now shut up and watch the damn movie. It’s a good one.”

“I thought you didn’t know what you were watching?” You teased and looked at the screen. “A western?”

“I said shut up.”

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How you managed to grab the Winchesters attention, you’d never know. Sure you took care of yourself, and dressed nice, but you were big. 260lbs big. And not exactly tall enough to stretch that weight out nicely. It sat in all the weird places, but you lived with it. You had confidence… to an extent.

You ran a hunters bar. When roadhouse burned down, hunters had nowhere to go, so you opened your doors. When Bobby Singer died, and then Garth went off the map, your services expanded to secretary.

Sober, hunters were friendly enough. Drunk, they got friendlier. The bar was how you had met Sam and Dean. It was probably why they kept coming back for years. Dean would walk in, big dumb grin on his face, and put his arm around your shoulder and ask “How’s your day going, Princess? Better now that I’m here?” just to hear you laugh. Sam would come strolling in behind him, shaking his head.

Your bar wasn’t too far from a city, and just outside of a town, so you got plenty of girls flowing in. And the occasional asshole, but they were easy enough to throw out. The girls, however, you had to ignore and deal with. The hunters loved them. Especially Dean.

You sighed, watching him walk off with one, sending you a wink as he headed into the back towards the stairs that led up to the living space upstairs from the bar. “Are you ever going to tell him?”

“Tell him what?” You looked to Sam and handed him his beer.

“That you’re interested.”

“Why would I do that? He’s obviously not.” You glanced towards the girl he was with, the kind of girl he was always with. The kind of girl you aren’t.

“We both are.” Sam said softly, his eyes focused on yours as they shifted back to him. You burst out laughing, and his soft smile faded. “What’s so funny?”

And suddenly, just like that, Dean’s attention shifted to you. They visit more often, more compliments when they did. You brushed it all off, until you couldn’t anymore. “Am I not your type or something?”

“You’re every ones type.” You told him without stopping your cleaning.

“Apparently not.. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months.”

“You had it years ago, Dean.” You moved to the next table and started to wipe it down.

“What?” He followed you. “Then why not now?”

You shrugged. “I’m not your type.”

“Why the hell would you say that?”

You finally turned, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’ve seen what you walk out of here with. Trust me, I’m not that. Even a blind guy could see the difference.” You chuckled before going back to the table and moving on to the next one.

“I tried to tell her.” Came Sam’s voice from the back room door. “She laughed in my face. She doesn’t see it. Or at least doesn’t believe it.”

“See or believe what?” You grabbed some empty beer bottles that had been left behind and headed for the bar.

“How sexy you are.” Dean grinned.

“Oh, I know I’m sexy.” You smiled, emptying the dregs of the bottles into the sink. “I’m just not Winchester material, and I accept that.” You shrugged. “I accepted that a long ass time ago, boys.” You turned to them. “It’s no big deal. I get my share of attention when it walks in that door.” To be honest, you had been turning that away for a while now. You wanted love for a lifetime, not for a drunken night and a morning with regrets. And they knew it.

You didn’t see the look that passed between them because you turned back to the bar, but you heard Sam again. “I tried to tell her..”

You felt one of them come up behind you, when you saw the hands grip the sink on either side of you, you knew it was Dean. He was up against you, and you felt his member twitch against your lower back. “You are Winchester material, sweetheart.” his breath was hot against your ear. “Do you believe us now?”

“No.”

“Well, I guess we’ll have to show her, Sammy.”

“I guess we will.” You turned your head, and saw Sam smile as Dean kissed the back of your neck.

They took their time undressing you once they had you in your bedroom upstairs. You tried to hide yourself, you didn’t want them to regret this, regret you. Sam would shake his head and kiss you softly, moving your arms away so they could continue.

Then, they worshiped your body, every inch of it. their hands, lips, they were everywhere. They barely even let you move, let alone return the favor. Your eyes closed with a soft whine and you felt them smile against you.

After they had you wriggling, and all but begging, Sam moved to the bed and motioned for you to get on him. You shook your head. “Come on.”

“Sam, I… I don’t..” You shook your head again. “I’m too big, Sam. I don’t ride. Ever.”

He leaned over, grabbing your hand and pulled you over him. You chewed your lip as you ended up straddling his lap. “You’re not too big.” He cupped your face. “Trust me.” You let your eyes close as he kissed you, his lips soft against yours. You moaned into it as you felt him line up, his hips starting slow.

Dean left, and came back a minute later. You felt the bed dip as he came up behind you, pushing gently between your shoulder blades so you would lean more forward as Sam laid back. You whimpered when a lubed finger started to work your ass open. And then a second had you begging.

“Do you believe us now? That you’re perfect for us?” He nosed at your shoulder blade as he lined up.

“No.”

“You will.” He answered, pushing in, and you cried out.

“I can’t…” Your forehead was on Sam’s shoulder, your arms crying out in pain. You couldn’t hold yourself up much longer.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” Sam’s hands were on your ribs, holding you where you were. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Your arms almost gave out before you went down on your forearms. Your hands going under Sam to grip his shoulders. “Better?” You nodded. His fingers dug in as he picked up his rhythm again.

Your nails dug into him, you’ve never had two men before, especially not like this. You felt like you would burst at any moment. They were going slow, and gentle, and it was driving you insane. “Please…” Your voice trailed off before you could ask for it faster, harder, anything more than this.

You had collapsed, making Sam laugh. As soon as Dean was out of the way, he had rolled you both over before pulling out. Dean had left the room again, not that you had noticed, and came back with wet wash cloths. He tossed one to Sam, and used the other to clean you up before cleaning himself.

By the time he crawled back into bed with you, you had your head on Sam’s chest, so he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. “Believe us now?” He mumbled into your hair making you chuckled.

“What am I supposed to be believing, exactly?” You yawned.

“That you’re worth more than just a drunk fuck with some lowlife hunter.” You laughed. “What?”

“Isn’t that your entire repertoire though?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at how right you were.

“Hey, I’m a badass hunter, okay?” He nuzzled into the back of your neck.

“I think what Dean was trying to say, was that you’re worthy of more. You’re worthy of love.”

“Well, when it comes along, I’ll believe it. I promise.”

Dean sighed. “She still doesn’t see it…”

“I just-”

“We love you.” You glanced up at Sam. “Why do you think we’re always here? We have a home, you know. But we come here. We love you. We’ve been waiting for you to see it. Believe it.”

“What…”

“We need you in our lives. Everyone we get to close to dies.. We wanted you alive, and safe, but.. We love you, and we need you.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek. “Do you see it yet?”

You could see the love in Sam’s eyes as he looked down at you. You nodded. “About fucking time.” Dean rolled you away from Sam, a big grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you. “What he said.” He smiled, and you could see the love in his eyes too.

You chuckled. “Love you too, boys.”

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If there was even a scratch on you when they saw you, you’d never hear the end of it. One time, you got so frustrated at Dean’s comment about your wrist brace, and how you shouldn’t be hunting alone, that you snapped back. “Its fucking Carpal Tunnel, Dean. The only thing hurting me, is all the research you keep making me do.” Sam had burst out laughing.

And that’s how it went. You would go for a case, sometimes you worked it alone, or with another hunter. Sometimes the Winchesters would show up and you’d be put on research, at most. Then at the end of the case, you’d buy them a couple rounds, and leave the bar early so they could do their thing. And you’d always be gone before they woke up in the morning.

This hunt, was no exception. You walked into the bar later than usual, and spotted Sam right off the bat, chatting with some girl. “Hey, Sammy.” You smiled as you made your way over.

“Hey! You’re late.” He teased. “Sit.”

The girl short you a death glare as you sat down. “Relax honey, I don’t want him.”

“Rude.” Sam sent you a teasing glare. “You’d be damn lucky to have me.”

“You’re too good for me Sammy.” You smiled.

“That’s what I thought.” He laughed.

You looked around. “Where’s Dean?”

“Motel. We actually thought you were gone.” He shrugged.

“So he skipped celebratory drinks with his brother? That doesn’t sound like Dean.”

“He only comes for you. He leaves not long after you do. Alone.”

“That really doesn’t sound like Dean….”

“Who’s Dean?” The girl asked.

You answered with “His brother.” at the same time Sam said “Her ex.”

You shot him a look and he gave you a half smirk. He enjoyed poking at you. “You have a brother?” She looked at Sam. “Is he as good looking as you?” You snorted out a laugh that made Sam grin to hear. “What?” She shot you a look. “Maybe I have a sister, you don’t know.”

“Sure.” You chuckled. “Anyways.” You gave Sam an amused look. “I owe you a round, and obviously, you’re occupied. So I’ll just head out early I guess. Next round’s on me you guys. Have fun.” You got up and shook your head at Sam.

As you walked away, she asked about Dean again and Sam shook his head. “Dean’s spoken for.”

“But you said ex?”

“Yeah, but they’re both still holding on.” He turned back to her with a smile. “So you’re all mine. You and your sister, if you have one.” He teased her, and she slapped his arm laughing.

You slipped one of the waitresses a bill, and told her you were paying for the next round for Sam’s table and to keep whatever change was left for herself. She smiled and nodded before you headed out.

Getting to the motel, you stopped outside your door and glanced over at their door next to yours. Sighing, you headed over and knocked on it. It took a moment, but Dean opened it, and stared at you. “I though-”

“Do I ever leave before drinks?” He shook his head. “Smarten up, Winchester. And stop punishing yourself already.”

“I’m not.” He looked at you confused.

“Dean, your brother is at the bar, some floozy in his lap asking how hot his brother is and mentioning sisters. And you’re here. Alone. Why?”

“Bar doesn’t have pie?” He gave you a playful smile.

“The bar has your favorite pie.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Pecan?!”

You rolled your eyes. “Seriously, Dean? It’s been two years.”

“I know how long it’s been.” His face was almost void of emotion as he tried to school his features. “I know more than anyone how long it’s been.”

“Then what are you doing, Dean? Why do you keep punishing yourself? Go out, get drunk, get laid.”

“And then what? Rinse and repeat? Is that how you’re moving on?”

“This isn’t about me, Dean.”

“It is. You wanted me to change, I changed. Now you’re telling me to go back to the things you hated?”

“Because you’re miserable. You’re sitting here drinking alone, I don’t even believe you really have pie in there. And when’s the last time you even got laid, Dean?”

He groaned. “7 months.”

“Jesus, Dean! That’s like a lifetime for you..”

He scoffed. “Thanks for the reminder. And I do have pie, thank you very much. It’s apple.”

“Man, now I want apple pie. Where’d you get it?” Dean always seemed to find the best pie anywhere he was.

His face softened a bit and he chuckled. “My secret.”

“I hate you.” You said with a playful smile. “Anyways, since drinks are apparently off, I guess I’ll head out early.. See ya around, Dean.” You started for your room.

“Wait!” He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Name it, and I’ll consider it.”

“Can you hang out for a bit? I’ll grab more beer, we can just watch a movie or something.” His beautiful green eyes pleading with you to say yes. “I miss your company. When Sam’s out..” He shrugged and sighed. “I feel pretty alone lately. Just, a beer, a movie. An hour where I’m not lonely.”

You nodded. “Yeah. I guess I can leave in the morning like I normally do.” You gave him a soft smile. “But you better let me have a bite of your pie.” He smiled and nodded. “Let me get changed okay?”

“I’ll go grab more beer, let yourself in. I’ll be back in a few.”

When Dean came back, the lights of your room were off. He smiled to himself and opened the door to his. As he shut the door, he looked around confused. The room was empty. “Y/N?” He called out hesitantly.

The bathroom door opened. “I didn’t run off, Dean. Just had to pee.” You smiled at him. “Worried?”

He shrugged it off. “Though I’d have to eat all this pie by myself.” He smiled and put the beer down, pulling out more pie from a bag.

“Dean Winchester, that is the exact opposite of a problem. Especially for you.” He chuckled and nodded in agreement. His face lit up at how you smiled at him, something you didn’t miss. Licking your lips, you moved closer to grab some beers, while he grabbed the pie and two spoons, and you both got comfortable on one of the beds with the laptop. “So what are we watching?”

Dean didn’t know what time it was, or even care. You had been binge watching The Musketeers on Netflix, and he was just glad to have you next to him for a bit. Glancing down, he smiled at you asleep on his shoulder. Shifting as much as he could without waking you, he moved the laptop aside before he slipped out, laying you down gently and tucking you in. “Night sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek before turning off the lights and getting into the other bed. 

You woke up to the dark room, and for a second thought you were in yours. Until you heard his breathing behind you. You rolled, and could make out his side rising and falling as he slept with his back to you.

Reaching for your phone on the night stand to check the time, you saw a missed text from Sam.

I came back to find you sleeping in my bed. So I snagged your key. We’re enjoying your room ;) . Hey, you brought this on yourself, kid. I’ll see you in the morning.

“Ew, you filthy animal.” You chuckled softly to yourself as you sent it in a text and put your phone down. Groaning, you got up and headed to the bathroom to pee.

You were hot having been wearing sweatpants, and tucked under a thick blanket, so you pulled them off. As well as your bra, since the wires were digging into your side all night. You were putting them on the end of the bed when you glanced back over at Dean. You missed him. Tonight had been so good, just the two of you, friends again. But you swallowed knowing it was so much more. You still loved him, despite it all, despite the two years apart, you loved him.

You chewed your bottom lip before you made a decision. You weren’t sure if it was the right one, or if you’d regret it later, but it was what you wanted right now. You could tell yourself it was the beer until you were blue in the face, but it would be a lie.You slowly crossed the room and got in under the blanket with him, getting as close to him as you could.

Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair as your arms went around him. You breathed him in and turned your head so your cheek was against his chest and shut your eyes.

“Y/N?” His voice rough with sleep, god you loved that sound. “Sweetheart, what’s going on? You okay?” You shook your head against his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I miss you. I miss nights like tonight. I miss your smile. I miss your groggy sleepy voice. I miss you holding me while I sleep.” You looked up at him. “I miss you, Dean. I even a little bit miss hearing you call me baby.” You felt ridiculous saying it, since it had been part of the problem before.

“I miss you too, baby. You have no fucking idea how much I miss you.” You kissed his chin as he watched you. Then you shifted to reach his lips. He groaned into it before pulling away a bit. “Don’t…” He breathed, but despite his words, he held on to you. “Don’t tease me like this, please.”

“I’m not.” You told him softly before pressing your lips to his again.

The kiss lasted a bit longer this time, but still he broke it, this time leaning his forehead on yours. “You’re killing me, sweetheart. You should go back to the other bed, sleep off the beer. Please.” He was practically begging you to get out of the bed.

“What are you scared of, Dean?” You cupped his face, fingers running along his jaw.

“Hurting you again.” His eyes opened, and locked on yours. “Getting hurt. I still don’t think I’m good enough for you, Y/N. And I’m scared you’ll pull away, or walk away again, regretting it. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dean. I’ve always loved you. Why do you think I worked so hard to stay away. Why I leave the bar before someone catches your eye? Why I’m always gone before you wake up in the morning? I can’t see you with someone else. I always thought it would be us. When you showed me that box, it killed me. I wanted it so bad, Dean.”

“I’m so sorry.” He kissed the top of your cheek. “We lost so much because of what an asshole I was, and I can’t ever give that back to you. Do you know how many times I almost crawled on my hands and knees and begged you to come back? But what do I have to offer? I shattered us. And I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t know what to do other than let you move on and hope you’re happy and safe.”

“I’ve been alright. Surviving mostly. But that’s all I was really aiming for. Trying not to think too long about anything. The longer I stop, the more likely I am to think of you. Think of what could have been.”

“Could still be.” He corrected softly. “If you want to give it another try. You never saw the ring, and I still carry it everywhere, just hoping.”

“You don’t.”

He smiled. “I do.”

Your eyes trailed over his face. Every line, every freckle. “Where was this side of you while we were together? Why did you only show it when I was leaving?”

“Because I was shit to you. When it was happening, I’d feel guilty. So fucking guilty. I wanted you to just see it, and leave. I was no good for you, and I couldn’t stop. But then when you did… I was fucking terrified.” He cupped your face. “I always knew I was never good enough for you, and as much as I fucked up, I always hoped. As much as I wanted you to find someone better, I hoped you’d never leave no matter how bad I got because I needed you. I loved you so goddamn much it scared me. It still does.”

You thought about it for a bit. “I want this side of you too, Dean. The side that remembers the very first time he saw me. What I was wearing, who I hit and why.” You smiled. “The side that held on to an engagement ring for years, when most people would have just moved on.”

“What are you saying?” He was trying not to get his hopes up.

You kissed him gently again like you had before. “Let’s start with tonight. See where it goes. Then earn my trust back, Dean.” You were pressed against him as close as you could. “But for now, just worry about tonight. Show me how much you missed me.”

His lips pressed hard to yours before you could even finish your last sentence. He moved over you so you were on your back. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” You whispered as your hands moved up the back of his shirt.

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And that’s what brought you to now. Sitting at this bar in the middle of nowhere Wyoming. You’d avoided every hunt you thought they’d take all year. Avoided the entire state of whatever hunt you thought they’d take. You couldn’t risk running into him and getting hurt all over again. Sam messaged you sometimes, but the only indication you gave him that you were alive, was that the texts were read. You sighed, downed a shot, motioned for more and pulled out your phone.

It’s been a year since I left. Over six months since I last answered you. It still hurts Sammy. I’m sorry you’re in the middle. Just wanted to let you know I’m good.

“Beer too, please.” You told the bartender as he put your shots in front of you. “Thanks.”

You downed a shot, and then another when you felt your phone vibrate.

I know.

That’s all he answered with. ‘I know.’ You stared at your phone for a bit, then his next message came through.

Turn around.

You froze and gently put your phone down. Your phone went off again, but you didn’t check it. You were afraid to, just as you were afraid to turn around and see Dean. Downing your third shot, you slowly turned and saw Sam sitting at a nearby table. Looking around, you saw no sign of Dean. Sam motioned for you to join him, but you shook your head. He gave you an exasperated look as he visibly sighed and motioned again for you to join him.

You groaned, grabbed your beer and phone, and headed over to him. “Sam-”

“Relax. Dean isn’t here.”

“Oh, already left with someone? And it’s so early.” You teased as you sat down.

“He’s at the motel. He hasn’t been the same since you left.”

“Isn’t that the point?” You asked him. “I mean, if he expected anything from me, it was the point. I figured he’d have moved on by now.”

“Have you?” Your eyes shifted away from his, and you lifted the beer to your lips. “I didn’t think so.”

“There’s a difference, Sam. I loved him.” You said putting it back down

“He loves you.”

You shook your head. “He loves women. He loves sex. He loves the idea of a guarantee. He loves you, but.. I don’t think he really loved me.  I didn’t cheat on him, Sam. I didn’t lie for months. I was stupid for not seeing it. I was right there for some of it. Right fucking there.”

Sam nodded. “He was an asshole. I’ll give you that.” He drank from his own bottle. “When you left, he deleted everything. Profiles, numbers, messages. All of it. It took weeks to get him to set foot in a bar again. And when he does, he’s miserable. Turns everyone down.”

“Am I supposed to feel bad for him? Where is this conversation going, Sam? He got exactly what he deserved.”

“Talk to him. Please. Even just a text, anything. You should have seen his face after you stayed at the bunker. He walked into his room, then ran out looking for you. He was pissed at me for not telling him you’d be there. He’s doing everything he can to be better.”

“He knows how to get a hold of me, Sam. If he was really trying-”

“He won’t.” Sam sighed. “He’s stubborn. He’s sure you’ve moved on by now, I’m not allowed to mention you, at all, but when he’s drunk, he talks about you. About how amazing you are and how fucking stupid he was. He’s hoping to just run into you someday. Hoping you’ll see that he’s changed. We have, you know.”

“Have what?”

“Run into you. Sort of. This isn’t the first bar I’ve seen you in over the past three months. We both saw you about 3 weeks back. And about a month before that. But you don’t see him, so he just leaves you be. Spends the night staring at pictures of you on his phone, mumbling about how beautiful you got without him.”

You closed your eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Does he know I’m here?”

“No.” Sam shook his head. “Here for the case?”

You nodded. “But I think I’ll leave you to it. I can’t do it, Sam. I can’t see him. Walking away was one of the hardest things I ever did.” Sam nodded, understanding. “Please don’t tell him I was here.”

“I never do if I see you and he doesn’t.” He gave you a soft smile. “Just text me more often. Please? I miss you too, you know. Don’t make me lose my best friend because my brother is an ass.”

“I’ll try.” You sniffled.

“And if I see you, and Dean’s not around, I’m saying hi. Like it or not, okay?”

You gave him a smile and nodded. “I guess I can handle a hello from time to time.”

“And a beer. On me.”

“Whiskey, and I’ll agree to your terms. Beer ain’t strong enough, Winchester. Not for these conversations.”

“Deal.” He held out his hand with a smirk, and you chuckled and shook it.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’m getting the hell out of dodge before I run into him. I’m just not ready.”

Sam got up, and leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “Take care of yourself. And stop getting hurt.” He motioned to a bandage on your arm. “If you need anything, call me. I’ll ditch the ball and chain and help as soon as I can.”

You chuckled and nodded as he sat back down. “Bye Sammy.”

He watched you walk away with a smile. Then he licked his lips and pulled out his phone. He knew which motel you’d be staying in. He knew it was the same one him and Dean were in. He also knew how long it would take you to walk there, so after a bit, he sent Dean a text.

Come to the bar. Right now. No arguments.

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